Benjamín Solari Parravicini, one of the greatest modern prophets

[Irminsül]

Benjamin Solari Parravicini was born on August 8, 1898, in Buenos Aires, the capital of his country. His mother, Dolores Tomasa Parravicini, was the first cousin of actor Florencio Parravicini (1876-1941), and his father, Benjamín Tomás Solari y Romero, became a national deputy.
The family owned a mansion in Vicente López (10 km north of Buenos Aires), which they called La Casona, where Parravicini spent his childhood and youth. As an adult, he used it as a weekend retreat, living in an apartment on Mexico Street, in the Monserrat neighborhood of Buenos Aires. He was the eldest of eight siblings and was nicknamed Pelón.

Painter
Throughout his life, Parravicini devoted himself to painting with considerable success. He exhibited his work at the Asociación Amigos del Arte gallery (on Florida Street) and received praise from the then-President of Argentina, Marcelo T. de Alvear (1868-1942), who attended the exhibition. He later won an award at an international exhibition organized at La Rural, and later exhibited in Liège, Belgium, where he won a gold medal and sold one of his works to King Albert I (1875-1934).
Parravicini taught at the Liceo de España in Buenos Aires, led the Arts Department at the Municipal Bank, served as Director of Art and Social Aid at the Municipal Loan Bank, was the head of the municipal exhibition gallery, and in 1948, became Secretary of the Association for the Development of the Arts.

Prophecies
Parravicini is also known as the "Argentine Nostradamus," and apparently, during his childhood, he already had contact with the paranormal, claiming to interact with angels, elves, and fairies. His father, a psychiatrist, concerned about his son, subjected him to intensive medical examinations that showed he had no illness. During this time, young Benjamin predicted a "war that would break out in '14," referring to World War I, his first prophecy.

Parravicini predicted several world-renowned events, including:

- The arrival of television.
- The Space Race.
- Satellite communications.
- In vitro fertilization.
- That the first Earth creature to reach outer space would be a dog.
- The arrival of Fidel Castro or Che Guevara in Cuba.
- The assassination of John F. Kennedy.
- The Falklands War and the subsequent fall of the dictatorship after the defeat.
- The occupation of France and its later liberation by the Allies.
- The atomic bombings of Hiroshima and Nagasaki.
- The end of World War II.
- The resignation of Pope Benedict XVI and the election of Pope Francis.
- The September 11, 2001, attacks on the Twin Towers in New York.
- Javier Gerardo Milei elected president of Argentina.

In 1932, while drawing and painting in his studio, Parravicini began to have spontaneous thoughts, ideas, phrases, and drawings that made no sense to him, which he wrote down on paper. As a Catholic, he destroyed many of these drawings because he did not believe in them.
Parravicini claimed to have made over a thousand prophetic drawings—what he called psychographic premonitions—under the guidance of his guardian angel, Fray José de Aragón, and other "incorporeal personalities," between 1936 and 1972.

Here I share some of the psychographies that are on the aforementioned list:








In addition to the previously mentioned events, Benjamín once had contact with beings from Venus. After this experience, they continued to communicate with him telepathically, providing him with messages that are also reflected in some of his psychographies. Here I transcribe the experience that he himself wrote:

Unexpected Flight


My entire experience began on a cold night in July 1961, rainy and filled with thick fog. We were returning from the city center to my neighborhood of Monserrat. Generoso Ruiz de Idarraga (a Basque painter), Marciano Longarini (a ceramist, now missing), and Rómulo Bonfante (a lacquer artist) were with me. It was around three in the morning. Upon reaching the corner of Chacabuco and Diagonal Sur, suddenly, emerging from the dense fog, a tall man appeared, well-built, wearing a jacket that seemed like crystal. We were surprised because, despite the low temperature, the outfit was translucent and revealed his body. Without giving us time to reflect, he approached us quickly to speak. He began gesticulating and making signs, almost inviting us to go towards the diagonal. He had a hoarse voice, speaking in a language that did not match any known Earth language, and his pronunciation was rough and guttural. We all spoke to him, in the few languages each of us knew, and Idarraga even spoke to him in Basque. Since the diagonal, besides being impossible to discern due to the fog, was unlit, I said: “Why bother this man? In my opinion, given the glassy fabric of his jacket, he must be some foreign artist, having disembarked from a ship at the port. * We don’t have fabrics like that here.” After some deliberation, we left him and continued on our way.


“That man is not from Earth!” exclaimed Idarraga, already at the corner; “Didn’t you notice that his eyes didn’t have pupils like ours? They were clear, transparent like a blind man’s. Also, he was very tall. I’m tall, and I had to raise my head to speak to him. He’s a very strange man! Two meters tall.” I found him quite reasonable. Then, in a quick agreement, we ran back to find him, but that blonde, nearly white man with very white skin had disappeared. We split up in different directions, walking quickly. It was all in vain. He had vanished!


A few days later, the second chapter unfolded. The weather remained cold and rainy. I was alone in my workshop and decided to take advantage of the unstable night to go to the National Theater to see the musical My Fair Lady. I had been wanting to see it for a while but could never find tickets. After the show, I had a strong desire to eat chicken stew. It always tempts me at that hour, so I went to a restaurant at Salta and Hipólito de Irigoyen [sic]. There, I ran into friends. We chatted for a long time. Upon leaving, I saw again that the thick fog had taken over the streets. As several people had been mugged in the area recently, I thought it best to head to 9 de Julio Avenue, cross it diagonally to reach Belgrano, and thus avoid the dangerous neighborhood.


Distracted, cloaked in my raincoat and with my umbrella hanging from my arm (I was also carrying the My Fair Lady Operetta Album under it), I marched along 9 de Julio. As I reached Alsina, in the middle of the Avenue, where I felt like a small being surrounded by the massive curtain of dense fog, with no cars or people in sight, I confess I suddenly felt a despairing sense of loneliness. This was abruptly interrupted by the presence of the same tall, blonde man from the previous nights. Upon seeing him, I thought: This man wants to mug me. And I prepared my umbrella, just in case. Determined, ignoring his repeated exclamations and disregarding his arm gestures, I quickened my pace to escape, but my escape was short-lived. I hadn’t gone three meters when I was completely paralyzed. A dreadful vertigo made me feel as though I was about to fall, and I lost consciousness.


Afterward, as if waking from a dream, I found myself leaning over a railing that appeared to belong to a ship. In front of me, illuminated entirely by a faint green light, was a semicircular platform, seemingly made of black rubber. My vague and investigative gaze stopped at the presence, to my right, of two individuals identical to the one who had spoken to me before. They greeted me with polite gestures, in the same unknown language, placing their hands on my shoulders in turn, giving me repeated pats. The same was done by a third, who arrived and stood to my left, whom I deduced to be the first one. Dazed, I noticed that the light from the top of the obelisk, which could barely be made out, was far below me. And I thought: If that is there, I must be in a flying saucer.


“Yes, Mr. Telepath,” said one of them, the one closest to my right. “We want to take you to learn about some of the things you sense and discuss with your friends. We have watched you and know you well: your home and your thoughts. We are Telepaths.”


I began to hear a faint mechanical noise, like that of a busy phone line. I saw how, from the top of the wall behind us, a large bell-like object, seemingly made of glass, emerged and covered us entirely. “Mr. Telepath, do not fear,” he added. “We travel between planets on a mission. We come from Venus. They are intelligent there. We come here to prevent your destruction and bring supplies to planets in formation. We also communicate with those who understand us.”


I thought: How do they speak our language? “We speak any language,” he answered me again, immediately. “We know you because we observe you, just as you observe television, but it is easier for us to use your brain: we read everything there…”


At this point, I realized that the light from the obelisk was descending, and I understood we were taking off. The sky rapidly filled with stars, but it was as if the sky were made of metal. I then saw a parade of skies: first red, then lilac, orange, rains, clouds, and finally, after a thundering green sky, a strong sun appeared, and this sun illuminated the globe of the Earth to my left, showing its daytime side while the other was shrouded in night.


The globe presented an ochre, orange color, and its surface resembled a body covered in rash. I was astonished! I thought: Are we going to another planet? “Not this time, Mr. Telepath, but another time we will,” my neighbor answered, speaking words in his language to the other two.


Soon, I noticed we were returning to our globe, and when I was below it, my neighbor suddenly exclaimed, “Christianity! Christianity!” and pointed to a spot on Earth. As if following an order, the other two navigators turned toward the wall behind us and did something I couldn’t see, but I imagined it to be a means of communication with Earth. Afterward, the attentive neighbor began to point with his hand and explain: “Here is Rome. Here, Paris, Canada. Over there, Moscow, Madrid… America!”


I was somewhat distant, but I could see clearly what was being indicated to me. Suddenly, we entered the night, and promptly, he said to me: “Mr. Telepath, here is your home: The Andes!” And indeed, the dark mountain range was barely visible, but the white path stood out against it. I could observe little because I immediately heard my friend say: “Soon…” And they greeted me once again by patting me on the shoulders. I felt the same vertigo I had experienced on the street, and I found myself once more in the middle of 9 de Julio Avenue, almost at Belgrano, in front of the Ministry of Public Works. Astonished, I realized that the first blonde man was still next to me, but this time silent and smiling. Then I thought: I’ve been daydreaming, but how did I walk all those blocks?


The blonde man said to me: “It wasn’t a dream, and there will be another time.” Just as he was about to touch my shoulders, strips of cotton, aflame, began falling from the sky in great quantity. As they touched the wet and rainy ground, they extinguished. The blonde man let out a scream and ran desperately, disappearing into the still-dense fog. Coordinated with this fire, a bakery truck loading its morning bread at the door of a shop at Belgrano and Lima caught fire with the sound of an explosion.


The falling fire nearly burned my face and hands. In true fear, I wanted to escape, but I was left stunned. I couldn’t walk more than a few steps. My body felt beaten, and my mind was blank. Within me, I saw the truck on fire. I saw the end of the falling fire from above. I saw the police calling, the firefighters arriving, the hoses being pulled out, and people running, exclaiming. Slowly, I moved forward, but the few meters that separated me from the scene took just as long as everything ended.
When I finally arrived, I heard the baker (whose shopfront and awnings were also burned) say: “We don’t have any labor conflicts here.”


“Sir,” the policeman explained, “the truck was probably set on fire by some burning liquid because the outside, the paint, is destroyed, but the inside is intact.”
With the sun rising, I slowly made my way home. There, Idarraga took care of me: “You won’t go out, and no one will see you until you recover,” - he told me: 'You’ve lost all sense of speech, you mix up terms, and if you ask me for something, you do it in a confused way. Also, you need to treat your face. When you ask for a cup, you ask for a wardrobe. Look, if they hear that you flew in a "UFO," your family will lock you up!' I spent the month under his care... no more!... and feeling battered. I want to say this: I didn’t bring back my National Theater Album. It stayed there! Maybe today they keep it as a 'rare document' on some distant planet of glassy and blonde beings..."





Finally, it is important to highlight that Parravicini gave information in his psychographies on the following topics that are of great relevance and agree with the information we have from other sources:
the existence of a world government in the shadows, the third world war, the second coming of Jesus Christ, the existence and activities of extraterrestrials, the collision of planet X against Earth and other topics.

For those who wish, I can share more psychographies or videos about this great Argentine prophet.

[AutumnW]

That's really interesting. I'd like to read more, Irmimsul

[Irminsül]

Posted by AutumnW (here)
That's really interesting. I'd like to read more, Irmimsul

Hello, AutumnW! Apologies for not responding sooner...
Yes, Parravicini was a great prophet. Another prophecy of his that came true pertains to the war between Ukraine and Russia:

**SEA BEAR.**
At any moment, the Russians will retreat to their strongholds. No one will constrain them further; their instincts will be alarmingly suppressed. No friendly souls around. There, those destined to fall will perish, and Russia will finally free itself from the evil that plagued it. Russia will prevail. Commanders will fall, and the one most firmly entrenched will tumble into the anonymity of the dead who also fell. A seemingly insignificant man, a speck, and they will mock him, but one day, among so many hidden days, the little man will take a leap so great it will shock the world. Afterward, Russia will succumb as antisocial. It will live for good and in goodness. *
(1940)