Pyramid Scheme
March 20, 2011
Klaus:
Rewatching this scene I thought, "Hey, them photos look like a pyramid, with no top". Guess who completes the image?

Hope you are hearing good news from overseas. Just thought I'd share this nugget.
Light
April 2-3, 2011
Klaus:
I had a very long day, started at the Hospital (for nursing school) and finished up at work (bartending), and experienced an amazing amount of highs and lows, which ultimately revealed a sliver of the divine order, enough to carry me home in high spirits. I hope you and yours are doing well. Pax my brother.
LeClair:
Hey Bro,
Yeah man, I'm good. Just sort of undercover these days. I feel a little frozen. Not out of doubt, but out of a real sense of stupendous ignorance. All I feel certain of is that I am probably wrong about everything. It has a kind of a "Winston Smith" vibe to it, but it is not all bad. I have scored a copy of Inception, but have put off the experiment as yet. Just no heart at the moment, but I know it won't last... I'll get angry and want back in the game soon enough.
Interesting that you are studying nursing. I good nurse is, in my view, worth 100 doctors, and I ought to know, having spent a good portion of my life as a patient.
Peace to you and talk soon...
Klaus:
Yeah, I completely understand. You gotta come down for air eventually. Crowley in his best moments knew this.
For when you are ready:
Inception: I'm dead set on 2:03:05 for the start of side 1 of Meddle.
I'll write you back when Harry Potter drops and I can fine tune it a bit.
Good to hear from you!
A Good Read: McKenna on PKD
April 14-17, 2011
Klaus:
http://www.sirbacon.org/dick.htm
I UNDERSTAND PHILIP K. DICK
by
Terence Mckenna
1991
Afterword which appeared in the book : In Pursuit of Valis: Selections from the Exegesis edited by Lawrence Sutin
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True stories have no beginnings and neither does the tale of PKD’s encounters with the Overmind. But we writers understand narrative economy, and for purposes of narrative economy his story seemed to him to begin with the mysterious break in and riffling of his papers that was made notorious by an article in Rolling Stone, which brought Phil long-delayed and much-deserved fame. The break-in date was 11/17/71. It was a date and a style of referring to time that Phil used frequently.
I turned twenty-five the day before. It was no casual birthday either. I met my natal day by sifting down and sincerely preparing myself for an Apocatastasis, the final Apocalyptic ingression of novelty, the implosion really, of the entire multidimensional continuum of space and time. I imagined the megamacrocosmos was going to go down the drain like water out of a bathtub as the hyperspatial vacuum fluctuation of paired particles that is our universe collided with its own ghost image after billions of years of separation. The Logos assured me that parity would be conserved, all sub-atomic particles except photons would cancel each other, and our entire universe would quietly disappear. The only particles that would remain, according to my fantastic expectation, would be photons, the universe of light would be exposed at last, set free from the iron prison of matter, freed from the awful physics that adhered to less unitary states of being. All mankind would march into the promised garden.
I felt I was well situated for the event as I, quite consciously and deliberately, and to the concern of my friends, had placed myself in the teeming, hallucinogen saturated center of the largest garden I could find, the trackless rain forest of the Upper Amazon Basin of Colombia. My confidence in my vision was unshakable. Had not the Logos itself lead me to this vision, not only by revelation but by painstaking explanation? I had no radio, no way to contact the outside world at all. Who needed that? I knew with perfect clarity that the world of time, the illusion of history was ending. Divine Parousia was entering the world, and the just, the meek and the humble were leaving their fields and factories, pushing back their chairs from their office desks and workbenches and walking out into the light of a living sun that would never set for there could be no setting for the eternal radiance of the Logos. Tears of joy streaming down their cheeks, the illumined billions were turning their eyes at last to the sky and finding there a consolation that they had never dared hope for.
However, Nixon’s weary world ignored the eschatological opportunity I thought my brother’s inspired fiddling with hyperspace had afforded. The world continued grinding forward in its usual less than merry way. There was only one small incident that might subsequently be construed, even within the framework of the schizoid logic that was my bread and butter then, to support my position. Unknown to me, a struggling, overweight SF writer, an idol of mine since my teens, discovered the next day that his house have been broken into, his privacy violated by the Other. How peculiar that on the first day of the new dispensation in my private reformist calendar, he had been burglarized by extraterterrestials the CIA or his own deranged self in an altered state. The torch had been passed, in a weird way the most intense phase of my episode of illumination/delusion ended right where Phil’s began.
This raises some questions:
Can we refer to a delusional system as a folie a' deux, if the deux participants have never met and are practically speaking, unaware of each others’ existence?
Does the delusion of one visionary ecstatic validate the delusion of another? How many deluded, or illuminated ecstatics does it take to make a reality? PKD proved that it only takes one. But two is better.
When my brother looked over the edge in the Amazon and felt the dizziness of things unsaid in March of 1971, he came back with two words bursting from his lips, "May Day! May Day!"—the pilot’s call of extreme emergency.
May Day found me in Berkeley sheltered by friends so concerned about my state of mind that they considered committing me. I was only a few miles from Phil, who was rapidly going nuts too, as his psych admission of 3 May ‘71 attests. It was always like that with PKD and me. We never met but we lived around each other for years. In Berkeley, we both lived on Francisco St. within five blocks and a few years of each other. We both had roots in Sonoma County, in Orange County. How many times were we a table or two away from each other in the Cafe Med? How many times did I hurry past him on the Ave on some stoned errand? Later his homeopathic doctor was my doctor. There is a garbled mention of me (or my brother) on pg. 74 of this book.
Yah, yawn, the world is fuckin’ strange, right bro?
Wrong. Or rather, of course, sure. But that is not the point, the point is that I understand Philip K. Dick. I know that sounds like hubris and if I am wrong I am sorry (as*Phil says somewhere.)
(as* PKD lived at 1126, then a few years later and for six months I lived at 1624.)
But part of the delusional system in which I live contains and adumbrates the notion that I know what happened to the poor dude. We shared an affliction, a mania, sort of like Queequeg and Ishmael. And like one of those whale chasing sailors "I alone escaped to tell thee of it".
Phil wasn’t nuts. Phil was a vortex victim.* Schizophrenia is not a psychological disorder peculiar to human beings. Schizophrenia is not a disease at all but rather a localized traveling discontinuity of the space time matrix itself. It is like a travelling whirl-wind of radical understanding that haunts time. It haunts time in the same way that Alfred North Whitehead said that the color dove grey "haunts time like a ghost."
There is an idea that wants to be born, it has wanted to be born for a very long time.** And sometimes that longing to be born seffles on a person. For no damn good reason. Then you’re "it," you become the cheese, and the cheese stands alone. You are illuminated and maddened and lifted up by something great beyond all telling. It wants to be told. It’s just that this idea is so damn big that it can’t be told, or rather the whole of history is the telling of this idea, the stuttering rambling effort of the sons and daughters of poor old Noah to tell this blinding, reality-shattering, bowel-loosening truth. And Phil had a piece of the action, a major piece of the action.
But I anticipate myself.
Those who grasp a piece of the action end up with two things on their plate; the experience and their own idiosyncratic explanation of the experience based on what they have read, seen and been told
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* "ZEBRA (VALIS): ‘a vortex of intelligence extending as a supra-temporal field, involving humans but not limited to them, drawing objects & processes into a coherency which it arranges into information. A FLUX of purposeful arrangement of living information, both human & extra-human, tending to grow & incorporate its environment as a unitary complex of subsumations.’"(pg. 72)
** "Okay, fertilization is what takes place: it isn’t a seed such as a plant has, but an egg such as a human woman ovulates, and cosmic spermatika fertilizes it; a zygote is produced." (pg. 22
The experience is private, personal, the best part, and ultimately unspeakable. The more you know the quieter you get. The explanation is another matter and can be attempted. In fact it must be told, for the Logos speaks and we are its tools and its voice. Phil says a lot of things in the Exegesis, he is aware that he says too much, so he keeps trying to boil it down to ten points or twelve parts or whatever. I have my own experience, equally unspeakable, and my explanation, equally prolix. Phil (sometimes) thought he was Christ,* I (sometimes) thought I was an extraterrestrial invader disguised as a meadow mushroom. What matters is the system that eventually emerges, not the fantasies concerning the source of the system. When I compare Phil’s system to mine, my hair stands on end. We were both contacted by the same unspeakable something. Two madmen dancing, not together, but the same dance anyhow.
Truth or madness, you be the judge. What is trying to be expressed is this: The world is not real. Reality is not stranger than you suppose, it is stranger than you can suppose. Time is not what you think it is.** Reality is a hologram.*** Being is a solid state matrix and psychosis is the redemptive process ne plus ultra.****
The real truth is splintered and spread throughout time.
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* "1 am a homoplasmate: Zebra acting in syzygy with a human." (pg. 79 but also: "Did I do something? Absolutely. But I don’t know what I did, so I don’t know who (so to speak) I am in the drama." (pg. 42.)
** "If the Logos is outside time, imprinting, then the Holy Spirit stands at the right or far or completed end of time, toward which the field-flow moves (the time flow). It receives time: the negative terminal, so to speak." (pg. 64.) See also "If there is to be immortality, there must be another kind of time: one in which past events (i.e., the past in its entirety) can be retrieved—i.e., brought back. I did experience such a time." (pg. 79.)
*** "It (reality) is a hologram. 1) My augmented sense of space proves it. And 2) the information element; consisting of two parts: set and ground.
"All this points to: hologram. Based on two information-rich signals." (pp. 98-99.)
**** "The Gospels, then, depict a sacred mythic rite outside of time, rather than a historical event.
"Note: This whole process can be regarded as a psychological transformation, that of a redemptive psychosis." (pg. 95.
Appearances are a vast and interlocking lie.* To finally know the Logos truly, if that means anything, is to know it as for, as what Phil called a "unified abstract structure." In a way this was where PKD went wrong. It wasn’t his fault.
He saw that the world of 1975 was a fiction and behind that fiction was the world of AD 45. But he lacked an essential concept, lacked it because it really hadn’t been invented yet. Anyhow the man was a SF writer and a scholar of classical philosophy, he could not be expected to stay in touch with arcane discoveries beginning to take place on the frontiers of research mathematics. But he got very close, his intuition was red hot when he reached the conclusion that a unified abstract structure lay behind the shifting always tricky casuistry of appearances. The concept he needed was that of fractals and fractal mathematics. The infinite regress of form built out of forms of itself built out of forms of itself * unto infinity. The principle of self similarity.
Phil was right, time is not a linear river. He was right, the Empire never ended. Parallel universes is too simple a concept to encompass what is really going on. The megamacrocosmos is a system of resonances, of levels, of endlessly adumbrated fun-house reflections. PKD really was Thomas and Elijah and all the other precursive concrescences that came together to make the cat-loving fat man who compacted trash into gold. The logic of being that he sought, and largely found, was not an either-or logic but a both-and and and-and kind of logic.
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* "Probably the wisest view is to say: the truth—like the Self—is splintered up over thousands of mile and years; bits are found here and there, then and now, and must be recollected; bits appear in the Greek naturalists, in Pythagoras, in Plato, Parmenides, in Heraclitus, Neo-Platonism, Zoroastrianism, Gnosticism, Taoism, Mani, orthodox Christianity. Judaism, Brahmanism, Buddhism, Orphism, the other mystery religions. Each religion or philosophy or philosopher contains one or more bits, but the total system interweaves it into falsity, so each as a total system must be rejected, and none is to be accepted at the expense of all the others..." (pp. 111-112)
PKD was never more right than when he wrote:
I actually had to develop a love of the disordered & puzzling, viewing reality as a vast riddle to be joyfully tackled, not in fear but with tireless fascination. What has been most needed is reality testing, & a willingness to face the possibility of self-negating experiences: i.e., real contradictions, with something being both true & not true.The enigma is alive, aware of us, & changing. It is partly created by our own minds: we alter it by perceiving it, since we are not outside it. As our views shift, it shifts. In a sense it is not there at all (acosmism). In another sense it is a vast intelligence: in another sense it is total harmonia and structure (how logically can. it be all three? Well, it is). *
One cannot learn these things. One can only be told these things. And it is the Logos that does the telling. The key is in the I Ching, which Phil loved and used but which occupies a disappointingly small fraction of his ruminations in the Exegesis.** Almost as if the counter flow, the occluding intelligence, kept Phil’s eyes diverted from the key element necessary to the universal decipherment that he was attempting. Time is a fractal, or has a fractal structure. All times, moments, months and millennia, have a pattern; the same pattern. This pattern is the structure within which, upon which, events "undergo the formality of actually occurring," as Whitehead used to say. The pattern recurs on every level. A love affair, the fall of an empire, the death agony of a protozoan, all occur within the context of this always the same but ever different pattern. All events are resonances of other events, in other parts of time, and at other scales of time.***
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* (pg.91.)
** "MITHC seems to be a subtle, even delicate questioning of, what is real? As if only the 2 books in it, GRASSHOPPER & the I CHING are really the only actual reality. Strange." (pg. 181.)
*** "Through anamnesis and restoration to the Form realm you have access to several space-time continua based on your universals." (pg. 102.)
The mathematical nature of this pattern can be known.* It can be written as an equation, just like the equations of Schrodinger or Einstein.
The raw material, the Ur text, out of which this mathematical pattern can be drawn is the King Wen sequence of the I Ching. That is where the secret lies. In the world’s oldest book. Of course. Once possessed the pattern can then be discerned everywhere. Of course. It is ubiquitous. One of Phil’s favorite words.
I know this because the Logos taught me the pattern and I escaped the black iron prison of the world to tell thee of it. I have published it, I have lectured it and have had it written into software. My books are on the way, some with Phil’s old publisher Bantam. I would bet dollars to donuts that if Phil had lived to see, to feel, and to understand what this PKD-inspired servant of the Logos has managed to drag home from the beach, he would embrace it. This cannot be said without sounding like a madman or a jackass. I am sorry about that. As Phil Dick said,
"What’s got to be gotten over is the false idea that hallucination is a private matter." **
What is important is that the birth of this idea is now very near, has in fact already happened, and PKD showed the way. The answer is found. And this incredible genius, this gentle, long-suffering, beauty-worshipping man showed the way. When it counted he was right. All hail Philip K. Dick.
-Terence McKenna Occidental, California
June 1991
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* "The agent of creation (Logos or Forms, whatever called) is at the same time the abstract structure of creation. Although normally unavailable to our cognition and perception, this structure—and hence the agent of creation can be known..." (pg. 125) Also, ". this insubstantial abstract structure is reality properly conceived. But it is not God. Here, multiplicity gives way to unity, to what perhaps can be called a field. The field is self-perturbing; it initiates its own causes internally; it is not acted on from outside". (pg. 127). Also, "‘The agent of creation is its own structure’. This structure must not be confused with the multiplicity of physical objects in space and time governed by causation; the two are entirely different. (The structure is insubstantial, abstract, unitary and initiates its own causes internally, it is not physical and cannot be perceived by the human percept-system sensibly; it is known intelligibly, by what Plato called Noesis, which involves a certain ultimate high-order meta-abstracting.)" (pg. 128). And finally: "1 ... posit ontological primacy to the insubstantial abstract structure, and, moreover, I believe that it fully controls the physical spatiotemporal universe as its basis and cause." (pg. 129)
LeClair:
Hey WK,
As we discussed, I have been in the doldrums lately, and very worried about the future of the human race--pretty much impossible to enjoy things. Lately, though, my mood has become positive. I am ready to do some more iahuasca. I have visitors right now, for the next few days. Some old friends with interest similar to our own. I plan to share the Inception mash-up with them--it turns out we saw the movie together, in the theater, so I'm primed for a good time.
Anyhow, just wanted to drop a line to say hi. I'm also looking forward to the Deathly HALlows mash up. Jesus man, this has turned out to be an expensive addiction... but worth it.
Pax Owt and Talk Soon
Klaus:
Potter: timecode for DVD, start* at 0:25. I'm repeating myself, but it's worth it to view the first time with no subtitles.
Glad to hear your spirits are improving. Looking forward to your thoughts.
*Dark Side of the Moon
Exejesus
May 8-9, 2011
Klaus:
Just dropped the dough for the out of print "Selections From The Exegesis". Good stuff. Send me some good vibes bro.
LeClair:
Hey WK,
How are you? Sorry to be so long in a reply... I feel encased in stone these days. I have done the Deathly Hal-lows mash up and I was blown away. I don't even know where to start talking about it, except to say that I continued with the experiment into Three plays of the album and I wasn't disappointed. And all without subtitles. You may think that I jest, but to me the film is much better to Floyd than it is on its own. The visual/musical clues are profound. I nearly gasped when the wind blows through the leaves of the small tree next to Harry as he stands in the doorway of his old home. It was a truly magical experience.
I have written very little lately, and am finding it tough to get back into the swing of it.
Like most occult researchers, I am following the connection between Obama/Osama--The Mid West Disaster-The Royal Wedding--The Beatification of Pope John Paul. Events which to my thoughts are One in the Same. I have my own Wrong Way Twist, of course, but I just don't have a heart for it lately, and for some reason, I have developed a Techno-Phobia of late. I have been avoiding my e-mails and such, and watching funny animal videos on YouTubes, in the place of my usual vigorous curiosity.
My god, I may be de-evolving here!
Pax and Comfy Slax
Klaus:
Hey Mark-
Always good to hear from you. Thanks for checking out the Hallow Floyd, i'm glad you appreciated it.
I hope you have heard encouraging news from over seas, and that the turbulence of the world isn't too much of a strain. It certainly is a rough sea out there right now.
As I tend to believe, the artists mind must hibernate, must retreat and allow the deeper mind a chance to process before birthing the big ideas and the big pictures. Rereading your essay on
A Serious Man, it's clear to my eyes that there isn't anyone in your league. I know your next creative season is going to be a monster.
Keep the faith man.
Inception Mash
May 25, 2011
LeClair:
Hey WK,
I did the Inception Meddle link up and I was blown away. Many ideas. The big one that jumped at me is Cobb's return to the US. Of course, the supreme context of this scene works just exactly because the rest of the mash is so nice. When I watched, the US return at the airport was on par with some of the great "knowledge drops" of my career as a watcher. I have seen Inception in a radically new light. The movie appears to be about the purging of Evil from Cobb's soul as he attempts to cross the threshold that separates himself from "The One". The whole "France is Evil and the U.S. is Good" theme gives it a real War on Terror sort of feel, mixing as it does with the many international travel arrangements and proper documents necessary for Cobb to "get back home" . And recall how the Devil Merovingian in The Matrix was French. And of course Mal is franc-ish for Evil. Inception, seen in this way, is about a mystery system, operating upon Cobb alone, to quite literally whip the Devil out of Him. I also detect a Catholic pedophile priest redemption code in the Fischer subplot. And all of this I somehow missed before the use of your mash up instructions.
I could write about this matter at length, but I am not ready. I feel a need to redefine the nature and message of my work, indeed my life, in a big way. My trip to Japan and recent world events have changed me somehow, and I don't think I have figured out how to represent those changes. Time will tell, I guess, but in the meantime, thanks again for the bitchin' intel and keep in touch.
Pax to the Max
Klaus:
I was wondering when this mash was going to hit. It's just so completely seamless. So many things tie together in it, and it continually reveals treasure upon each viewing.
2001, Kubrick, Wizard of Oz, Floyd, Nolans work, etc.....the tornado/totem/record player, the headphones awakening them to reality, but to work in the cover of the album is stunning ("you say the hill's to steep to climb"). And yes, I completely agree with your read on Cobb's redemption. Flow, my tears, heavily as I watched that rearrival scene the first time. Epic.
I might be repeating myself, but the childrens names in Inception are James and Philippa, clearly an homage to Joyce and Phil K Dick, as the writings of those two must have been huge influences to Nolan.
Again, I HIGHLY recommend the Selections from the Exegesis book...though it is a bit pricey. The sections where PKD discusses his total body of work and how they are interelated is incredible. Of course, a solid knowledge of his novels helps.
Good to hear from you as always.
