Years ago I had a dream about the lady that owned my favorite store called “Once in a Blue Moon” in the dream she was looking for candidates to work in her store. She was teaching outside near the Rt. 66 outdoor theater. As she was teaching I noticed there were a line of WWI era planes flying by, I found it odd, and one broke off its formation and flew down to us. A small little man climbed out of the plane, and he was adorable. Tiny maybe 3ft tall, with huge blue eyes and a warm smile. He used telepathy to talk and stood in front of each student, he was looking to take someone to his home planet. He got in front of me and I knew it, I was going. We hopped into his plane and he gave me old fashioned deep sea diver type helmet with goggles that had tiny eye holes covered by super thick green plastic. I could hardly see out of them but he said they had to be that way to go through the wormhole. We hopped into the plane and took off, going a normal speed for planes, then suddenly, like in a movie, the stars started to smear and we were in a tube going sonic speed. I told that story sitting in Ross Issacs at the bar on martini night next to an emergency room Doctor. He looked at me and said, “That sounds like a Philip K. Dick novel” I said “Who’s that?” He was shocked I didn’t know. Well now I know.
Recently my husband told me about an article he read about Philip’s encounter with a ‘dark haired woman’ who showed up and told him that his reality is false. Listen to the story yourself, and if it isn’t the Matrix he is describing, I don’t know what is. Someone has taken his work and called it their own. Never use anthers work without giving credit where credit is due…
Do I agree with everything he believes? Probably not, but I do know that he did have an experience, and we can learn from such a beautiful mind. Did he encounter the Magdalene?
In February and March 1974, Philip K. Dick experienced a series of visions of an information-rich “pink light” beam that transmitted directly into his consciousness. A year after the events Dick summarized the experiences that would pervade his writing for the final eight years of his life:
“March 16, 1974: It appeared — in vivid fire, with shining colors and balanced patterns — and released me from every thrall, inner and outer.”
“March 18, 1974: It, from inside me, looked out and saw the world did not compute, that I — and it — had been lied to. It denied the reality, and power, and authenticity of the world, saying, This cannot exist; it cannot exist.”
“March 20, 1974: It seized me entirely, lifting me from the limitations of the space-time matrix; it mastered me as, at the same time, I knew that the world around me was cardboard, a fake. Through its power of perception I saw what really existed, and through its power of no-thought decision, I acted to free myself. It took on in battle, as a champion of all human spirits in thrall, every evil, every Iron Imprisoning thing.”
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lnax7m3NtGA&t=22s