Walter Cronkite and Numerological Destiny
Monday, July 20th, 2009By Deepsack Woo-Hands
Walter Cronkite, the prominent and prolithic news anchorman, died a few days ago. What the news outlets won’t tell you, of course, is that Cronkite’s death was predicted by numerology. In fact, a prominent numerologist, who wishes to remain anonymous, had been predicting for years (ever since Cronkite’s 80th birthday) that Cronkite would soon pass away. Amazingly, a mere 12 years later, at the surprisingly young age of 92, Cronkite suddenly and unexpectedly passed away from complications relating to dementia.
“I saw this coming from a mile away,” said the numerologist, knowingly. “Possibly two miles away, but at least one mile away for sure.”
According to the numerologist, the numbers in Kronkite’s life had been pointing toward an untimely end, and they all culminated in the ultimate numerological sign of death on July 13, 2009. Mysteriously, Cronkite did not die on that fateful day, but four days later, on July 17. But as we all know, 4 = 2 * 2, which can be written as (1 + 1) (1 + 1), which can further be rewritten as (0 +1 + 1)(1 + 1 + 0). “Those two zeroes on either end of the equation signify death, with the four ones signifying the month of July, which has only four letters.”
The coincidences don’t stop there. “Walter’s life was dominated by the numbers 1 and 0. Traditionally, the number 0 signifies nothingness or everything, which is annihilation or death in the Eastern mode of thought. The number 1 represents the individual, the physical world. Having the number 1, symbolizing the mortal coil, so tightly wound in with the number 0, tells us that his life would be prolific, great, and soon to end.” And for those skeptics who would dispute the significance of these numbers, one need only look at the numerologist’s chart, which he referred to as “my super-duper number thingy”. The chart of Cronkite’s life is filled with the numbers 1 and 0. In fact, the whole chart is 1s and 0s.
In explanation, the numerologist said, “Almost 12 years ago, I took all the important dates from Walter’s life, put them into my computer, converted them to computer code, and printed them out. For some reason, all the dates, all the ages, and all the numbers were represented as 1s and 0s on the paper. The computer was trying to tell me something by converting the numbers to this strange, mystical script.”
The numerologist listened to his numbers. He immediately began predicting Cronkite’s death only a decade ago. “Skeptics tried to tell me that numerology is bunk, that my predictions failed year after year; their minds are closed to the possibilities.” He took a sip from his coffee and pointed to his chart filled with numbers. “According to my super-duper number thingy, Cronkite was headed to doom, as indicated by the proliferation of 1s and 0s. The skeptics scoffed and tried to tell me that the computer had converted it to this mystical (and probably made-up) thingamajig they called ‘binary,’ which strikes me as ad hoc special pleading—as if a computer can think and possess enough intelligence to turn numbers into different numbers! Next they’ll be saying computers can turn 6s into 7s and 30s into 23s!” He held up his chart, the 1s and 0s eerily filling the page. “But who’s laughing now? Cronkite died, just as I predicted!”
“The numbers never lie.”
Of course, not everyone accepts numerology. After finding a random token skeptic, a Mr. Saint Gasoline, I asked him several hard-hitting questions, questions for which he had no answer. I asked him to tell me the meaning of life, and he had no real response. I asked him to tell me the sound of one hand clapping, and he looked at me in confusion. I asked him to describe for me the taste of honor, and his eyes merely glazed over. I even asked him a basic science question, how many protons are in the element kryptonite, and he couldn’t respond. He was, in short, a fool without answers, and not just because I asked meaningless questions. It was also because I forgot to take notes.
“In the grand scheme of things, Numerology is but a wart on the ass of claimed ‘psychic’ powers, somehow managing to be more ridiculous than cold reading and tea leaf divination. Of course, tarot card reading is a meta-wart, a wart upon the wart that is numerology, probably with a big hair growing out of it, or at least a cancerous growth called Sylvia Browne protruding fiendishly from it, which is the most malignant of all incredulous cancers,” said the token skeptic, who was wearing a dirty t-shirt, smelled bad, looked incredibly dishevelled, and probably had never been laid.
But despite the single skeptic, the coincidences are too many to count—unless you know numbers well and numerology even better! How, after all, is it possible that 0s and 1s filled Cronkite’s life a mere moments (or decades) before his death at the tender age of 92? How can the skeptics explain away the fact that Michael Jackson’s death was similarly preceded by a string of 1s and 0s when converted to binary computer code? And how can they explain the fact that celebrities always die in threes, which can be reduced to three 1s, or which for some reason comes out as 11 when converted to computer code, which can be written as 11 + 0? Ones and zeroes, again! Does it mean our lives are all governed by mystical numerological principles? Perhaps. We’ll never know for sure. Or will we?