Or Bloomsday?

Twelve books and 20 years later his understanding of Nostradamus' coded texts, as well as his grasp of the art of prophecy itself, has deepened with experience, earning him the distinction of being hailed the preeminent authority on Nostradamus and collective prophetic traditions. Hogue's documented predictive track record into the new millennium has achieved an accuracy surpassing 80 percent.

Whitley Strieber, host of the popular DREAMLAND internet radio show, said this recently about an interview he did with John Hogue on air:
It was a startling session with Nostradamus prophet John Hogue, in which he displays knowledge of details of the situation in the middle east that are worthy of a geopolitical strategist or a military analyst. An entirely new side to this multifaceted man.

PLUS, he explains the explosive Iran situation in terms of Nostradamus' prophecies in ways that will at once chill and fascinate you.

Many of those writing about prophecy and Nostradamus in particular, cash in on the sensational nature of the dire, sometimes gruesome images of the future described in those prophecies. The author John Hogue doesn't shy away from a detailed look at how the future could be dire and full of doom. But he continuously reminds us of how we can avoid these prophecies, changing the hopelessness that is often accompanying the idea of an unavoidable future full of doom into a realistic starting point for change. Changing the present, as he says, is the only and best way of changing the future, which indeed will change once enough individuals decide to become conscious and act consciously instead of repeating the past like robots.

John has appeared on numerous TV and radio interviews including Jeff Rense, Dreamland radio show with Whitley Streiber, The Fireside Chat, The Kevin Smith Show, The Jeff Rense Program, and the COAST TO COAST AM radio show to name a few.

John Hogue:

I hate writing about myself. Anything said will only have a glass fragment of truth and not present before you the whole mirror reflecting a human being. Fragments held too tightly as the whole truth tend to cut and slice one's hand. Any identity or label is a piece of the whole person; however, as this is the dark age of Kali Yuga, let us move forward in the darkness of print.Over the past 30 years, I must have studied enough on my own to become a Rhodes Scholar but I attained no degrees, short of the minimum requirement--a high school diploma--in 1974. More than this degree in society's de-education of my intelligence was too much to bear. The price for a further dulling of intelligence required I assume to many others' degrees of BS, BMs, acidic PhDs of borrowed knowledge. Thus after a number of interesting adventures, nervous breakthroughs and jumps into the unknown, I currently, and somewhat cheekishly, go by the title "Rogue" scholar.

I define myself this way because I am in rebellion with education in general. I see it as the root cause of perpetuating fossilized traditions and human misery. I specifically rebel against the famous dictum 'those who do not learn the lessons of history are doomed to repeat them.' I propose that those who teach the lessons of history have done a lousy job and therefore have doomed us to repeat the lessons of history. We teach each new generation to repeat the past and call it the future and that past is full of false promises, aggression and war. The costumes and technology may change but essentially the same fearful, judgmental, aggressive and warmongering human pathologies are spoon fed to the young until they turn green with it and believe as they are told that this color of prejudiced perception is 'normal.' If war, and aggression is to end, then programming each new generation to repeat the past has to end. I therefore strive in my books on past and future history to expose the taken-for-granted flaws in perception.

A rogue scholar sets out to disturb the sleepy givens. He nourishes in the reader a true form of the word 'skeptic' which means 'one who investigates, digs deep for answers.' A skeptic is not judgmental. Mostly the word is used to promote cynicism and not its original meaning. A skeptic observes and never assumes anything. He doubts as that word was intended in its Indio-European roots: 'To hover between two possibilities.' He does not stand on tradition. He looks with fresh eyes. He is always in the new moment living in a state of beginning. In that freshness there can come forth intelligence, innovation, and original insight about the inner and outer universe. A rogue scholar finds the doorway to eternity in the atomically small yet powerful point of each present moment.

A rogue scholar has the unenviable task of disturbing people’s sleep. He questions assumptions and poses often shocking alternatives. For instance, we assume we are civilized when perhaps civilization has yet to happen on this earth. We assume we are human when it may very well be that our humanity is still in seed form.

We are trained to think and feel that we are individuals when we are all idiots.

Yes. We are all idiots. That is our bondage through programming.

This Greek word comes from the root idios, which stands for 'identity.' Society trains one to be excellent and extraordinary, be it in intellectual and social accomplishments or in pathological behavior. If I am to follow my society’s aim at living an extraordinary life then this requires that I I-dentify with emotions, thoughts and things. I am 'John.' I am an 'American.' I love this. I hate that. I hope, I fear, I do the I-diot.

Idios also means being 'special' or 'distinct' from other personalities. I-diocy is what you get when the society seeds the empty skylike being of a child’s soul with the dark rain clouds of a borrowed identity. Nevertheless, if one is aware, one sees that for any identification to exist, it requires its opposite. If society and religion can program you to I-dentify, there is a chance you can deprogram yourself from religious and societal conditioning and experience dis-I-dentification. No matter how dark is society’s hurricane of beclouded thoughts and feelings conditioned to roil life into ego personified, it must rotate around a profoundly becalmed inner eye in its center. That eye in the idiot’s storm can be a window to the larger sky we have forgotten. It is a reminder of the unbearable lightness of being infinite.

And now for something a little more biographical:

For all of you astrologers out there, my body and brains were born 7:32 AM (Pacific Standard Time), 29 October 1955, in Hollywood, CA. (No kidding! I am a native of Hollywood). Fortunately for me my beloved mother laughed the moment I slipped through the vaginal curtains onto life’s stage. I like to believe her laughter at that crucial moment–like so many of her other wonderful gifts of love and support down through the years–gave me a positive and life-affirming perception of existence. Truly, one needs a good sense of humor to get through life–more so if people tag the donkey’s tail tag on you of so-called 'world authority' on Nostradamus and prophecy!

Before my mother’s labor of laughter, and before my parents met, Irene Hall and Bud Hogue were in the movie industry. Dad (who died in 1997) was a studio grip during the 1940’s and 1950’s and worked on over 200 of the era’s finest films. My mother was a dancer at MGM and Paramount Studios. She worked with some of that film era’s most famous musical comedy personalities: Fred Astaire, Ginger Rogers, Judy Garland, Mitzi Gaynor, choreographer Busby Berkeley, and Ester Williams, to name a few. They worked on some of the same movies but didn’t meet and marry until after both had left 'the biz.'

Between 1973-77, I also spent some time in the professional performing arts as a musical comedy actor and Opera singer under the tutelage of William Chapman, Broadway star and lead baritone of the New York City Opera, and his wife, Irene Chapman.

Those years in the theater expanded my capacity to celebrate life and singing helped open my heart and flood my brain and body with moments of ecstatic joy. Yet by the age of 22 I left it all. I had started practicing the techniques of Zen meditation the year before and had experienced a glimpse of something as vast and shattering to my perceptions as it was paradoxically quiet and ordinary. Thus I began to remove myself from the social and often back-stabbing political world of opera. The glimpse of perceiving a bigger more universal and connected world through meditation brought me back in touch with the innocence of childhood, and to a childhood need to delve into the mysteries of life and death and record these examinations in the creative solitude of writing.

My friends and colleagues from those days still puzzle over why I abandoned a promising singing career to become a wandering seeker and writer on mystical matters. All I can say to them is that the moments of heightened consciousness experienced while performing were of more interest to me than having a stage career. I wanted to discover if such moments of ecstatic awareness could become one’s moment-to-moment, twenty-four hour experience. Since the late 1970s I have embarked on an inner journey of self-observation, investigating and writing on subjects of the occult, parapsychology, mysticism, new religious movements and prophecy. This search has taken me several times around the world. I have spent extensive periods in India experimenting with ancient and modern meditation techniques and living in ashrams and alternative communities.