World Predictions by Eric Leigh-Pink

I had a visual of a ship with one massive hole. In the visual it looked like a very large ship, part of the ship was red. The hole was protruding out implying an explosion.

“Putin now plans to take action against Ukraine.”
I had a visual of either a large missile or rocket flying in space, behind it was a black cloud implying ‘trouble’

I had a visual of a red balloon growing and growing. Multiple politicians tried to pop the balloon but it did not work, if anything it made the balloon larger.
“The prices too high.. the economy really starts to go south.. stocks tumble.. a new recession begins..”

World Prediction: Recession Coming

“The bill of your wicked war is due Russia, the economic fallout and economic nightmare is about to arrive.”
I had a visual of tanks crossing a frozen lake, the lake floor shimmered with gold beneath it. Many predicted the Army of tanks would sink in the lake but so far they had not. As the tanks crossed all seemed well, but in this moment the ground cracked, their was a sudden shake, and a loud popping as their foundation cracked. The gold started to sink in the depths of the the cold water.

World Predictions: 9-8-22

Whats Coming in 2022

As the medium who predicted Covid19 in October of 2019, months before it struck the world, I can now say with great relief, this Pandemic is ending, but as it reads, celebration is next to nothing. The sum of what 2022 brings:

The Year of Reflection (Written Version)

I had a vision from the sky-high above of a large horse race track, old, worn, outdated. The day was brisk, cold, the ground muddy and wet from the day before. I could see the horses in the stables breathing the cold fog of the morning. On the ground was a wooden plaque that read 1919. Then a band of Rawhide Thugs got on the racetrack, dressed in old-style cowboy outfits for the outlaws. The first face I could make out was a familiar one; it was Death himself, I crossed his image before, and I am familiar with his horse..

The second racer had a joker’s face; painted with makeup that was smeared as if trying to remove it,, he was dressed more like Barnum and Bailey. He had a twisted grin and filthy dirty hands.

The third racer eludes me, his face was horribly scarred with cuts and burns. He also had smeared makeup to cover his scars, he also had an old gold Roman face mask, that was broken. All three raced ragefully towards the finish line. Mud flung from all sides, swinging across the tracks. How many rounds are there? Soon all three would pass the finish line. An announcer of the race came over the loudspeaker. “Thank God, the race is ending now. It’s coming to its ending.” in this old WW1 voice. I felt relief as the finish line flag wagged in the brisk air; this was ending.

I had a vision. I was looking at a chessboard; then, I became a part of the chessboard. I walked through this large beautiful marble, cold, stony floor at night. There were life-sized pieces, then on both sides, black and white chess pieces fell. First the king, then a queen, then another king. They all begin to fall. They were replaced by pawns and bishops. I could hear ticking, ticking, ticking, as the board circled like a clock, then the board was forever different.

Whats Coming in 2022