Wow, your incapacity to accept that even you can make a mistake is staggering.
You spent a couple of weeks prophesying that there would be a natural disaster that would inflict physical damage to a specified location, on a specified date.
Surprise, didn't pan out.
"Oh, it was a metaphor for love."
Now, you could've simply said "I was wrong", hell, even claim that you simply got the date wrong, but alas, you chose the path of total fabrication.
I hope that when your concert is going to be a wet fart something funnier is going to emerge, because another round of "oh, it happened, in me, and it was love" would frankly downgrade you to simply another unfunny delirious hobo.
ENTERTAIN US CORRECTLY, DAMNIT!
When you have a vision of the future, you don't read a description of what will happen. You see it, you feel it, and you have to find the words yourself to describe it. Since I saw over 8 visions of a tidal wave, I think it was a safe decision to call what I experienced a title wave. Yes, there is a title wave of love elapsing the globe. When the truth hit's you, you can fight it or learn to understand.
Believe in yourself and you'll float to the top of the wave and find paradise.