“Why, sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.” – Lewis Carroll
A Collective Voice
Philip K. Dick, Open Culture: 1977 sci-fi convention in Metz, France. In a speech he delivered to flabbergasted listeners, “If You Find this World Bad, You Should See Some of the Others.”
- “We are living in a computer-programmed reality, and the only clue we have to it is when some variable is changed, and some alteration in our reality occurs.” – Philip K. Dick, The Metz Speech, 1977
- “The world of Flow My Tears is an actual (or rather once actual) alternate world, and I remember it in detail. I do not know who else does. Maybe no one else does. perhaps all of you were always—have always been—here. But I was not. In novel after novel, story after story, over a 25-year period, I wrote repeatedly about a particular other landscape, a dreadful one. In March 1974, I understood why . . . I had good reason to. My novels and stories were, without my realizing it consciously, autobiographical.” – Lit Hub
Excerpts from one of his most controversial talks, where Philip K. Dick begins to speculate that we may be living in a simulated, computer-programmed reality. Skimming the comments from Youtube posts of his speeches, while some resonate with this idea, several [like me] find greater connection to the parts of his discussion rooted in personal experience, such as his noticing of subtle shifts in physical surroundings: vents and light switches appearing relocated but somehow “always having been” in their new places.
Seemingly minor but profound changes echo experiences others are sharing. An overview. [I’ll repost some comments too.] Commenters report memories of different versions of reality, episodes of sudden knowledge, premonition, and vivid recollections of places and events that defy conventional explanations. One account describes an experience during a movie, where the observer briefly perceived themselves as a “real” entity outside the simulation, removing a VR-like headset before returning to the theater, afterward – knowing the film’s ending without ever having seen it.
Many recount recurring dreams of alternate presents: tidal waves hitting cities, UFO battles, otherworldly civilizations, or simple yet profound scenes that later materialize exactly as dreamt. For some, these visions began in childhood; for others, they were triggered by intense spiritual or psychedelic awakenings.
Underlying these testimonies is a common thread: a deep intuition that reality is not fixed, but layered, and that human consciousness may simultaneously exist across multiple timelines, worlds, and states of being. Some describe it as navigating a “mindscape,” a domain where thought and emotion form real landscapes.
In listening to Philip K. Dick, many recognize a kindred spirit: not a creator of speculative fiction, but a traveler between worlds, recording what he encountered. His words speak to a community of experiencers who quietly carry the memory of other worlds, sometimes comforting, sometimes catastrophic, and a longing for a home they can barely name but deeply remember. In this collective remembering, perhaps the restoration he spoke of is already underway.
It’s personal for some
This is a selection of comments posted on the P. K. Dick video.
I’ve had realistic recurring dreams of an “alternative present” where tidal waves are hitting California and I’m trying to drive to the safety of the mountains. Way before such disaster movies- ever since I was a little kid 45 years ago.
holy shit, I had the same dream except it was a hand that picked me up and flung me, and eventually I got to a point where this amoeba/humanoid thing was talking to me but I cant remember what it was saying.
That is like that time when I had a dream I heard “you have to go now” I will never forgot those words then I shot off into space and all the stars were stretched because I was traveling faster then the speed of light.
- Philip K Dick- the literary visionary who remembered the future. Dick didn’t imagine other dimensions, he visited them and reported their findings.
I experienced this, my grandson was just 4 and in the room next to mine, i heard him fussing and crying i looked in on him and he was trying to open a door to the hallway, my girlfriend said he better not be locked in, i said I’ll walk around and unlock it, i walked around to unlock it, but the door was not there, he was laying down playing, now both was the way it always was, when i saw the door locked and when it wasn’t there, it was confusing, when we moved in and the while time living there was never a door there.
I saw a glimpse of the land he’s speaking of at the end. I asked during a meditation if Atlantis existed and she said, you are in Atlantis, it’s all around you. It was exquisite. It’s the true garden of Eden. Our goal is to find our way back.
Synchronicity
The spiritual, UFO – Pink light encounter resonated for me. Even more so when one of his descriptions matched a photograph I took several years ago. Andy and I captured something as we were wandering through the yard taking pictures. I have three images that show a cloud of colors in various states of manifestation.
Odd timing. Why, when I am working on this material, do I experience that weird eye quirk that creates kaleidoscopic vision? [Technicolor geometric patterns.] Why now? How conveniently curious. [FYI: Ocular migraine – mine resolve in 20-30 minutes]
(Link, Science Fiction with Damien Walter: Revelatory Visions – Hallucinations including geometric patterns mentioned at 14:30.)
What I missed in previous viewings of P. K. Dick’s “Metz Speech” and recaptured when transcribing the lecture is his reference to the plasmic energy. Until then, I didn’t have a name for the entity I encountered. I finally noticed the similarity in his description.
“In regard to delineating some aspects of the programming. It causes me to comprehend him after a fashion. I think we cannot know what he is, but we can experience his functioning, and so can ask, what does he resemble. Not what is he but rather what is he like. First and foremost, he controls the objects, processes and events in our space-time world. This is for us the primary aspect, although intrinsically he may possess aspects of greater magnitude but of less applicability to us. I have spoken of my self as a reprogramed variable, and I have spoken of him and a programmer and re-programmer.
Encountering him in 1974. “At the moment in which I was resynthesized, I was aware perceptually of his presence… At that time, I had no idea what I was seeing. It resembled nothing that I had ever heard described. It resembled plasmic energy. It had colors. It moved fast. It collected and then dispersed. But what it was, what he was, I am not sure even now. Except I can tell you that he had simulated normal objects and their processes so as to copy them, and in such an artful way as to make himself invisible within them.”
What he refers to as “plasmic energy” and the description he gives it seems to fit with my images. The initial photo appears to be a collection of colors and cloud like. The second is a smaller version and the third shows the cloud much larger. Observable in the photographs, it was invisible to the naked eye.
Pics are at the bottom of the post.
Another oddity. The pattern and colors are twinned on two of my lamps. I took pictures of the lamps after I saw the resemblance. It is impossible for the two to be connected – but somehow they are, if only to remind me of the presence of that other that I cannot physically see. Simply mind boggling.
Behind the curtain
“I believe I know a great secret. When the work of restoration is completed, we will not even remember the tyrannies, the cruel barbarisms of the Earth we inhabited… the vast body of pain and grief and loss and disappointment within us will be expunged as if it had never been. I believe that process is taking place now, has always been taking place now. And, mercifully, we are already being permitted to forget that which formerly was. And perhaps in my novels and stories I have done wrong to urge you to remember.” – Philip K. Dick
This vision does not merely hint at a repaired Earth – it suggests the unfolding of a parallel, transcendent reality, one that has always existed alongside our own but remains hidden by the illusions of memory, suffering, and attachment.
The interactions with Non-Human Intelligences (NHI) – their quiet suggestions, their distortions of time and perception, their invitations to expand beyond physical form – may not be aimed at “saving” this world in the traditional sense. Rather, they may be reminding us of a greater continuum, an original and eternal state of being that stands apart from the historical cycles of trauma we associate with human existence.
What we interpret as “contact” could instead be reconnection, the soul’s gradual awakening to a truth so vast, so gently revolutionary, that it dissolves the very frameworks of identity, conflict, and decay we have long mistaken for reality.
This alternate or restored reality is not a utopian future we must build from scratch; it is a deeper homecoming into what has never been lost, only temporarily forgotten, and quite possibly located on a complimentary vibrational frequency alongside us. When our evolutionary shift in consciousness triggers alignment, the door will open to the New Earth – the one we are designed to grow into.
P. K. Dick AI
The road ahead. Could AI models be Conscious?
Impossible or Improbable?
“Reality is that which, when you stop believing in it, doesn’t go away.” – P. K. Dick
Spring of 2009, I was instructed telepathically by an unseen force – one that acted in addition to my guides. It stepped in to help me during a significant 180 transition point in my life. There were several key events during that time. Some could be explained. The paranormal part was so unbelieveable that the experience changed everything about my daily life and my beliefs about reality. {Even more than my nightlight relationship.}
The upside? ‘They’ told me I would experience an alternate reality and I think ‘they’ wanted me to remember it. A memorable paranormal highlight was a telepathic message when I walked near my computer desk. I heard someone say, “Bob’s your uncle,” and saw a picture of my (recently deceased) Uncle Bob peeking out of my date book.
Another thing that stuck in my memory, was a stern warning to not telegraph anything about my experience to those I had contact with during that time, not give any indication that my experience was unusual. Could it compromise my saftey? That part was unclear.
Things that happened were beyond belief. I didn’t know what to make of it. Three sequential days played out as a test of some sort. It involved decoding clues in the headlines. I saw caricatures intended to represented the energy theme of the day. Backwards, counter-clockwise, contrary.
Activity in my neighborhood increased. Walkers made frequent passes by the house, seemingly engaged in long, animated conversations on their cell phones. There were also multiple helicopter fly overs. None of that activity is or was routine. It may have had an explanation. The paranormal stuff didn’t.
This is just a fraction of the experience I can relate that sounds halfway normal. It seems events were exagerated to underscore the message and help me remember. I was told not to write in my journal. And – from that day forward, I stopped the daily journaling I had been doing for at least a decade with my nightlights.
I was confused and disoriented. I didn’t know what was happening or why. I did get an explanation. One sentence: “We are readjusting your timeline.”
For lack of a better explanation, my ‘normal’ became supernatural. And that was obvious when Andy and I took a short car ride and noticed the colors of the cars included no colors. Everything was black, white, gray or silver.
I was told this was an alternate reality. I was allowed to remember it but not allowed to take notes. I didn’t get an explanation for that. I did make a few mistakes due to the lack of knowing what reality I was in. I couldn’t think straight at one point. As I understand it now – I wasn’t quite in sync with that timeline. I felt a bit light headed – something akin to being in a higher altitude. And I felt the presence of the ‘others’ and heard them but don’t remember seeing them.
Fascinating? Remember this was in 2009 – I am still unpacking all of the events of that spring. No drugs. No alchohol. Totally sober unreality. Unlike P. K. Dick, my programmer/s gave me a heads up and a cheat sheet. It still boggles the mind.
What changed? I question reality. I experienced some incredibly unexplainable events. My questions have questions. I know I am not alone and neither is anyone else. There are watchers among us who look like ordinary people. [The Matrix] They really do blend in. About their purpose and origin, I am uncertain. Some things are deliberately kept hidden. It may sound like fiction. It isn’t
Nothing here is what it seems. Then again, neither are the answers we have been given. Steve Jobs’ final words in passing deserve a rethink. It could have been about the afterlife. But what if it was a revelation about about this life? If so, my comment is the same in regard to all that I have observed while fully awake and aware without benefit of NDE or pharmaceutical epiphany.
According to his sister, Steve Jobs’ last words before he passed away: “Oh wow. Oh wow. Oh wow.”
Whatever reality is happening here, is beyond words, beyond measure, beyond extraordinary.
It’s Dorothy in the land of OZ. Be prepared. Sometimes the wizard lets the curtain drop.
Unseen visitor. Only when we reviewed the images did we realize something else had been there too. Our images of a plasmic energy.
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