Don't forget - on top of being a pathetic liar, a ridiculous example of a non-psychic, a troll, and a pseudo-sceptic, Luci here is also a pothead.
Let's see - read a bunch of papers about the state of the world, do a 'guided meditation' involving a hookah pipe and lots of incense, then make a vague prediction so vastly encompassing that you can't help but be right.
Luci, you're pathetic.
I predict something awful will happen on or about June 9, 2004 against a US associated target involving several injuries and at least one person named John, Ian, or possibly Jack.
I predict over the next two years there will be a significant astronomical event reported.
I predict in 2005 an actor will die.
I predict that sometime before the end of the decade there will be a major social change in the United States.
I predict that something significant will happen in a place called Springfield involving US citizens.
I predict that huge swarms of rarely-seen insects are about to cover my town within a few days.
There. Here's my predictions. They are all based on 'perception' and 'guided meditations' - but no weed. Let's see what my hit/miss ratio will be. I'm guessing they'll be pretty accurate - considering they're extremely vague and can be stretched to fit any interpretation I want to use.
Now, I challenge you, Luci, to come up with a specific perception - something undeniable, something definite.
Try this one: I predict that in the morning of September 12, 2004 in the city of Cincinnati, OH, USA, in the region of Clifton, a man wearing a brown jacket and a blue cap smoking a bent apple pipe with Admiral's Choice Vanilla Cavendish tobacco will meet a dark-haired woman wearing a blue sweater and carrying a copy of War and Peace. The two will exchance niceties, discuss the weather, and go their seperate ways, only to each be hit by the same drunk driver, whose name will be Eustace P. Juggs or something similar, driving a 1965 Chevy pickup truck in primer grey, rust, and turquoise, with a tattered bumper sticker that reads, "My son beat up your honor roll student."
If you can come up with a prediction even half this specific and get it right, I'll never say another word against you again. If the prediction I made comes true, I'll be in the hospital probably. Heck, if even only a third of my prediction comes true, I'll get a tattoo on my butt stating "Luci Is God"!
Gentleman's honor, I will.
So... how about that prediction, pothead?