
Are you cruising the dark corners of the internet for fearless, hard-hitting, Gen-X journalism—rooted in high strangeness, the paranormal, the occult, black projects, and government conspiracies (yes, including lizard people)—that hunts down the Marxist-driven communist agenda and the liberal mind virus, ruthlessly slits its throat and masturbates over it body as it gasps its final breath and the light fades from its eyes?
Of course you are.
I am Kevin Wikse, The Reality Maverick. A Gen-X journalist with real ties to secret projects, the CIA, UFOs, and more than 30 years of legitimate, active occult practice. I am a world-renowned remote viewer with an accuracy record so unusually high it earned its own internal classification, and an old-world occultist operating in the modern era—one who conjures Fire Elementals, not simply for the correction of elemental imbalances, but to cause slow, miserable deaths via internal combustion in the seditious Chinese Communist Party funded assholes who seek to sell my beloved country down river.
So if you’re a blue-haired howler-monkey they/them ideologue who is experiencing a burning sensation when you pee, from whatever it is you pee from, don’t assume it’s just the third helping of Gonorrhea you contracted from that weekly Antifa gender-fluid combined sodomy fest and circle jerk. Because maybe, just maybe, your name was written in bat blood on a goat’s skin, and slowly fed to a fire made from dog and pig bones.
Only time and penicillin will tell.
But until then, check out my Substack!
-Kevin Wikse, The Reality Maverick
About the Author
Kevin Wikse is an investigative writer, remote viewer, and occult researcher specializing in suppressed history, systemic corruption, and high-strangeness phenomena. His work examines the convergence of government power, clandestine programs, ritual and symbolic systems, and human cost, with focused analysis on human trafficking networks, classified black projects, institutional secrecy, and the persistent patterns of silence surrounding historical abuses of power.
“I don’t dig up stories. I’m a fucking necromancer with a press pass. I resurrect what power thought was dead and buried.”
— Kevin Wikse

