Well folks, that’s pretty much it; I gotta pack it in. Respected scientists have informed me that based on their data, the Universe (and everything) just should not exist. It all just doesn’t make any sense!, they’ve wailed. That’s it. Gotta pack it in.
If you have lived as long as I have, you’ve seen a number of information storage systems come and go: vinyl records, audio tapes, CDs, DVDs, the Cloud, and vinyl records. Their utility has varied, in terms of durability, storage size, bandwidth, and so on. But science is now perfecting what might be the ultimate form of data storage…
I argue, then, that man as a species may be coming to an end, subsumed into a higher level of organizational complexity; and a new species may be evolving out of him. I argue, finally, that the hyper-structure is to some degree actively involved in promoting this, since it is an evolutionary process in which it is involved.
–Philip K. Dick
A common theme I read in many accounts of alleged extraterrestrial visitations is that of a metallic, almost electronic voice. Related to that is the paranoid feeling that what the person is really interacting with is some sort of computer. Author Philip K. Dick went so far as to refer to VALIS, the (extraterrestrial? extra-dimensional?) “entity” he claimed to have interacted with/been possessed by, as an “AI”—artificial intelligence.
“We are all giants, raised by pygmies, who have learned to walk with a perpetual mental crouch. Unleashing our full stature—our total brain power—is what this book is all about.”
—Robert Anton Wilson
I ran into Prometheus Rising and its author Robert Anton Wilson during a time in my life when I was trying to figure out why some people were assholes to other people. In my naïveté, I sought “granular” reasons for humanity’s inhumanity to others, training my magnifying glass on specific ideological and political issues. But these explanations were unsatisfying—and ultimately led down relativistic and semantic rabbit-holes.
There had to be a more basic reason. And there was.
“The totally convinced and the totally stupid have too much in common for the resemblance to be accidental.”
—Robert Anton Wilson
I first read Robert Anton Wilson’s The Cosmic Trigger in 2009. It was a period in my life where I encountered, for the first time, a number of related thinkers & their ideas—including Timothy Leary & his “8-Circuit Model Of Consciousness,” Philip K. Dick & the concept of “VALIS,” and Terence McKenna’s notion (via J. B. S. Haldane) that reality might be far weirder than we can possibly conceive of.
Can I talk to you about the Nooscope, people?
There is a term in dream-study called Big Dreams: these aren’t like kinda sketchy super-symbolic vague wisps of dreams, nor are they nightmare-filled anxiety dreams, or even yummy sort of wish-fulfilling dreams. No, Big Dreams are, as it the name suggests, BIG DREAMS. Archetypal dreams. Dreams that change your life. Dreams that you sometimes can bring back to the village and maybe tell the others over a fire or perhaps turn into a video game or something.