We are happy to present the final installment in MDK’s series. We hope you’ve enjoyed this rather in-depth series. As the author notes, feedback is welcome.This last installment doesn’t have a title, though perhaps it might be called “final five?”
Welcome to the fifth and final installment of Alienus Tempus, an account of my surreal experiences many of which involve the world of Philip K Dick. Many of these events I will describe in this final installment do not directly involve Phil as the ones before have, however, they can not be discounted as meaningless. If anything, it lends more credence and voice to the authenticity of my experiences.
I’ll briefly outline what I’ll describe in this installment. I will separate them in 7 parts.
1. Deja Vu and synchronous experiences in Southeast Georgia and Florida in Fall 2007
2. Familiarity with assignment in SE Wyoming. Short Diversion to visit PKD’s grave, Feb 2008
3. Move to SW Pennsylvania: Deja vu, the “Hum”, “The Professor and the Kundalini Kid”
4. Gallup, NM
5. The “Hum” across America
6. Wudang Mountains and beyond
Due to work issues and the economic situation in my area, I took the opportunity to take on employment with a traveling health care agency. Most assignments are a minimum of 13 weeks, and in October 2007 I was given my first assignment (13 weeks) at a hospital in a small community in southeast Georgia. It was a difficult decision to make, for I didn’t want to leave my daughter for that length of time.
Usually, the account representative of the staffing agency will set up a phone interview between the facility (hospital) and the potential employee. However, I was hired without having to interview; perhaps, my qualifications spoke for themselves or maybe it was the case he thought it cool that his middle name was the same as my first. I’m not entirely sure if that was the basis for his decision, but it is an interesting footnote.
After only one week of being there (I arrived on 10/08/2007), I had a feeling of familiarity with the area and the situations. Not quite deja vecu, but more like an extremely distant memory, a dream turned real. I also had three consecutive dreams involving PKD during that first week. I can’t recall what they were about at the moment. I have a dream journal, but hadn’t been recording as I should had.
On 10/25 I went to tour St. Augustine, Florida. While traveling toward St. Augustine, I stopped at a Florida Welcome Center in Jennings, FL, just off of I-75. As I was walking the length of the walkway about halfway to the entrance I noticed a tall man with short, light brown hair preparing to light a cigarette. He was slender except for a little bit of a belly. He had to have been about 6’6”. His eyes were squinted and he seemed to be staring at me(during the entire 120+ feet it took me to reach his location), albeit in a nonthreatening manner.
After leaving the Welcome Center I drove through Jacksonville and on into St. Augustine, where I toured the remainder of the day. I checked in to a Ramada that night in St. Augustine. The next day as I was exiting an elevator at the Ramada to check out I saw the man from the Welcome Center at Jennings, FL. He had that same squint in his eye and peculiar grin, again staring at me in only what I can describe as an “observer” mode. I don’t startle much, but this time was an exception. A few minutes later I stood in line behind him as he was checking out. He didn’t “observe” me that time. I had no deja experiences during this trip however, it was “curiously coincidental” that we encountered at the Welcome Center in Jennings (seemingly “observing” me) and then of all locations in Florida, twice at the same hotel. Something to think about, for sure.
Near the end of the first week of November I had a dream in which a mid 40’ish Phil and I were bullshitting for what seemed like hours while smoking cigars. I’m not saying this dream was “special”, but it has inspired an upcoming title “Do Real SciFi Writers Dream of Electric Cigars”. Ok, hold on to those rotten tomatoes…
I was introduced to the LOST television series earlier in the summer, and have been a fan since. While in Georgia I discovered that one of the creators (JJ Abrams)of LOST was also the creator of an earlier TV show called ALIAS, and after doing some research on the show decided to purchase the complete DVD set. Note: I had not had any deja experiences with LOST and was not expecting any with ALIAS. However (and I hope you are familiar with the show), there were two instances in which I experienced a “deja-like” experience. It was a mix amongst precognition, deja experience, and intuition, I believe. The two situations are when Agent Dixon is seeking revenge for his wife’s death, and when we realize that Agent Michael Vaughn’s wife (working with the CIA, via a separate US intelligence agency), Lauren, is not who we thought she was. Turns out, she was not as patriotic as we thought. But, I had known that before there were any indications in the show. I suppose we should keep our allies close but our enemies closer? As you will see, that theme seems to run parallel with some of my deja experiences. More evidence to come.
Not too far from where I worked is the town of Warner Robins, which is home to an Air Force Base as well as a National Air Museum. On a few occasions I would go there to visit the museum and do various things in town. I had been wanting to study the Russian language for some time, and when I visited Books-A-Million, I decided to purchase a copy of “The Everything Guide to Learning Russian”. As I was approaching the front of the store to check out I passed the deli area and there was a 50’ish couple speaking some form of Slavic language, though I’ve heard Russian enough to believe that was being spoken. However, it was an interesting “coincidence”.
Every time I left Warner Robins and traveled back to where I resided I casually glanced at the billboards that advertised a strip club that I passed en route. Nearly every time I would give it little consideration, however on one occasion I felt “compelled” to check it out. A few minutes after I entered the fairly busy establishment a beautiful young woman with long, wavy dark hair came to greet me, and we began talking. We probably talked anywhere from 30-40 minutes during that setting. She seemed genuinely interested in me, and not just my money. I left after a while and the next week I felt I should go see how she was doing. My main goal was to talk to her, otherwise, I may not have went back to the club. That second visit, we talk more (and come on you all, this is a strip club… I get 3 lap dances for price of 2 (but she throws in an extra, so I get 4!)). I ask her where she is from, and good lord… is this a small world or what? She’s from Modesto, California. I was born in Modesto, and lived there several times throughout my life. I would never have known that had I not had that initial “compulsion” to enter the first time. What does it mean? I don’t know, perhaps nothing. Maybe it was coincidental. Nothing ever became of the young lady and myself. If anything, I believe it is yet another piece of evidence for me in lending credence to my hypothesis that there is definitely some “extraneous” factor transcendent to what we normally think of, when we think of “what there is”, or what the situation really is.
Usually contract assignments for Medical Technologists are 13 weeks, however there was a need in SE Wyoming for a tech to help out for only 4 weeks. Apparently, the tech they had contracted couldn’t make it. I was interviewed by phone and decided to accept the assignment. I realized that the PKD and his sisters resting place was in Fort Morgan, Colorado. Just a forty mile detour and I could visit. That’s just what I decided to do on 2/16/2008. Once I found their headstone, I paid my respects and thought over some things while looking at some of the gifts people (I’m assuming fans) had left near the headstone. There were several pens and even a little white plastic sheep. I went to my car and found my favorite writing pen (used only for fiction writing) and left it with the other gifts. It was rather disheartening not to see any flowers (real or fake).
I was questioning Phil in my own insane way, and requested that if he was capable, to show to T, or help me show her, that there was some validity to what I had been trying to explain to her all these years. Around that same time the wind picked up speed (although it fairly windy already) and the industrial sugar plant across the road made some kind of unique roar. I found out later from T, that around that same time (give or take thirty minutes?) as she and my daughter were pulling into the driveway at home in Missouri, they saw an owl take off from its temporary perch that was a light fixture above the garage door. I could interpret that as a synchronous event, but unlikely as this combination of events were, I still think I could chalk this one up to coincidence.
I then got back on the road toward the town where I would be working. My shifts were to have been Monday through Thursday (10 hour days). I contracted a stomach virus somewhere in that town and during two hours of my first day I had been vomiting frequently and asked the manager if I could begin training the next day. I even offered not to have considered the time I had already worked legitimate. Tuesday and Wednesday I worked my full shifts. The town is small and there was not much work to be done, so the staff and I engaged in quite a lot of conversation. Good conversation, even over differing viewpoints. One of the techs was very conservative. Despite our differences, we got along well. Nearly half the techs were international. We got along great. I also learned that the international tech that was supposed to be permanently hired in a few weeks arrived early (this is important). Near the end of Wednesday’s shift the conservatively minded tech had engaged me in religious conversation (I should have known better). We had a respectful conversation and I made a comment that I had once seen a bumper sticker that read “God is too big to fit inside any one religion”. At the exact moment I mentioned my affinity for that phrase the lab manager walks by and scours at me. The next morning, just about thirty minutes after I get there, I get a call from my account representative from the staffing agency telling me that I needed to get out of there now, as soon as I got off the phone with him and that he would call me on my way home to explain. So, I had to leave the hospital, go to the “dormitory” communal type building (a dump) and upstairs to my room, haul all my belongings through 2 feet of snow and back to my car and get the hell out of Dodge. What BS?!!! When I contacted the account rep he said that the manager had told him that I wasn’t getting along with staff and there were personality conflicts. She wasn’t even there on Tuesday. From my perspective, I had excellent rapport with everyone. I believe she was offended by what I had said about the bumper sticker and the fact that her international worker was ready to begin work immediately. Therefore, it was in their best interest not to honor the contract. They wouldn’t have to pay the agency anything. And of course, I got screwed out my travel expenses to get there and back. This dishonorable act by the lab manager did indeed hurt my professional reputation. Needless to say, I was overwhelmed with despair.
I assumed I would most likely not end up in the vicinity anytime soon, so I went to see Phil and Jane one last time, which would have been that Thursday. I didn’t stay long… however, I noticed a small brass colored object near the headstone that I had not seen before. I’ll try to describe the shape and perhaps include an image. It was like two thick brass rings had been connected tangentially at about a 70 degree angle. The inner wall of the structure was ring shaped and the outer walls were squared. On one face of one of the edges was the logo “Karma” with a copyright sign after it. It could have been there before, but for some reason, I think think that whole scenario (the Wyoming job assignment and it not working out was intentional)and I needed to see that pendent. So, if this who situation was predetermined, should I even be upset with the lab manager/hospital or the agency… or is it some Higher Agency I should be upset with? Does it even matter? Karma? Some karma… I must have done something horrible in the last life to have been shafted with the one I currently possess. Or is it a reminder that in order to transcend this realm (the unreal) we/I need to add more authentic Karma to our scale? FYI: I left Karma Ring where I found it.
Having been wrongfully terminated from the medical staffing agency, I filed for unemployment benefits and was granted them. We decided we couldn’t further ourselves in SE Missouri and that our daughter, S, would benefit from the better educational opportunities near the Pittsburgh area. T’s best friend lived in Butler, PA and had been trying to get us to move there for some time. We decided that they (T & S) should room with T’s friend and I would find my own apartment. We were having cohabiting difficulties anyway.
In late August 2008 we packed everything and moved to Butler. I was able to rent a small apartment from a renter who had rented to T’s friend at one time in a building just 2 blocks away from where T & S would be living. The only other tenant in the old house which had about 4-5 apartments total had moved out as I was moving in. Within a couple of weeks of living there I began to hear a faint low pitched hum, about 75% of the time with my right ear. It was nearly constant when I was in the building, getting louder when I sat quietly or when I was getting ready for bed. I investigated as much as I could, taking every logical step to rule out certain causes. T, S, and their roommate could never hear it, although I could hear it in their house, as well.
It usually is described as a sounding like a faraway idling diesel engine, but I have also heard it described as sounding like a propeller plane. It seemed like a combination of the two for me. It also pulsated, mostly in regular patterns, sometimes not. I have had chronic tinnitus for years, however tinnitus is high pitched and is not sufficient to explain the low pitch of the Hum. Much of the time, along with the auditory percept, I can feel a slight vibration, but not all times.
The most well known case of this hum is Taos, New Mexico, where quite a few residents are able to hear it. Most people say it is disturbing and even debilitating. While I agree that at times I considered it an annoyance, the physical sensation itself was the least of my concerns.
I will have to admit, I have heard the Hum once before. I was about 15 at the time and we had just moved to a house just outside of Gideon, Missouri. There was a 15 foot conifer tree just outside my bedroom window. I heard that damn hum quite often and it sounded like it was coming from the other side of that tree. I used to think that it was possibly some kind of extraterrestrial event or that it was a military application.
In September I heard in my bedroom a series of sounds that sounded like snaps, crackles, and pops emanating from electronic equipment. I also heard electronic static that seemed to not only come out of the radio, but from various other locations throughout the small room. At one point, I thought I heard a voice say, “Leave”. I called T and her friend to come over and check it out. Of course, at that point it had stopped as suddenly as it had started.
The “snapshots” I was hearing (if it was projected by an outside source) may be explained by a microwave auditory effect. From Wikipedia: “The clicks are generated directly inside the human head without the need of any receiving electronic device.” It has been (and I’m sure still is) studied by the military for nonlethal applications. The article even tells of the military scientist issuing simple commands that emanate from the minds of the subject. “Leave” anybody? That has been the only incident of what I think may have been a Microwave Auditory Effect. At least, that I know of.
During this time (August-December 2008), I was catching up on the new Battlestar Galactica series and the 24 series starring Kiefer Sutherland. While watching 24 I made it through the first 4 seasons with no deja experiences (nor was I expecting any). The familiarity began occurring in the episode of season 5 in which President Logan was being implicated concerning the terrorist attacks. His wife… and Secret Serviceman, Aaron. All that was too familiar. It was less deja vu and more like I remembered watching it before. However, I have never seen that show prior, not even one episode.
In season 6 when President Charles Palmer began succumbing to the failed assassination attempt and the Vice President attempted to take over the presidency because he thought the nukes should have been deployed. Especially near the beginning of the season when the two mostly responsible for the assassination attempt had the Chief of Staff “Tom?” tied up in another room to keep him quiet. It was so surreal.
I began watching the new version of the Battlestar Galactica series, as I determined they may be a launching point to help with characterization of my own stories. Everything was fine until I saw Tigh’s reaction to the “All Along the Watchtower” music that apparently only he could here. Well, he and 3 others aboard the fleet. Instantly, I felt a sense of deja vu and I knew that he and the other 3 who heard the music were part of the “Final 5” humanoid Cylons. I hope you are or will become familiar with the show, for this really isn’t the proper forum for posting a synopsis. I’m trying to keep your attention! I hope I’m doing my job. Notice how many of my deja experiences occur when someone is being deceived? Am I deceiving myself? Am I a Cylon?
The Hum was my constant companion until I took a contract job beginning in the second week of January 2009 (for a different medical staffing agency) in Ketchikan, Alaska. I stayed 14 wonderful, rainy weeks there, Hum free. While there I applied and was granted a position in a hospital near where I lived in Butler, PA. I began my permanent position with the hospital near the end of April 2009. I moved to a much nicer apartment since I was able to save money and had obtained a good job. I was to find out a few days later that I had a roommate. The Hum had decided to share my space. This was at least 1.5 miles from my previous address where I had encountered the Hum. It was mostly constant, especially when all was quiet. It was tolerable.
LOST was and perhaps will continue to be one of my favorite shows of all time. The final episode of season 5 aired on May 13, 2009. I had never incurred any deja experiences while watching LOST until that day. The episode begins with a scene of Jacob (caretaker of the island)weaving fabric and quickly proceeds to him preparing fish for a meal on the beach. The “Man in Black” or MIB, sits next to him and they begin discussing the nature of humankind. As soon as I saw the image of the two of them together a wave of deja vu washed over me. The feeling remained for the entire scene and then faded. I should note to you that it seems as if they were playing a game, with the MIB trying to find a “loophole” in which to kill Jacob. That was the only incident of deja experience with LOST. I haven’t incurred any other deja experiences since then with any movies or television programs.
In August, after only 4 months of work at the new hospital I had to take time off due to severe symptoms of OCD and suicidal depression. Because I hadn’t been there long enough for family medical leave act to secure my position, my position was terminated despite an excellent work record. The depression was so severe I was admitted to a psychiatric hospital. This is where I met “the Professor and the Kundalini Kid”. During the 6 or 7 days I was there I befriended a young man in his early 20’s. He had light brown, wavy hair stretching to the middle of his back. He was about 5’7” and slender. He was sociable and rational when I first met him. He told me he had developed schizophrenia as a result of an adverse reaction while practicing kundalini yoga. After a few days he began to behave more suspiciously and hugged the walls as he walked attempting to be covert. We were able to have a few rational conversations. But as his condition deteriorated I began to experience deja vecu. It was like the worsening of his condition triggered the deja vecu in me. He also was convinced I was a spy. Hell, he may have been correct.
Around the time the the Kundalini Kid began worsening a tall, stocky man in his early 40’s was admitted to our ward. We started talking and found that he was an English professor at a university. I asked him if he knew of Philip K Dick, and he said he indeed did. He wrote either a thesis or a dissertation (I forgot which) pertaining to PKD. Another interesting coincidence, I suppose. We exchanged emails before we were discharged. However, while we were there I had what seemed like embedded future memories of the Professor and I discussing Phil. I remember that we were at his family’s home. I had vivid details of the scene. I didn’t say anything at that time. We emailed a few times after that, and I eventually brought up my experiences involving PKD and what I had sensed about our potential future conversations. I never heard from him again. He was diagnosed with Schizoaffective Disorder (a combination of schizophrenia and a mood disorder). I thought we were “meant” to discuss these circumstances and what we were supposed to do about them, if anything could be done. It hasn’t happened yet, and now doubt it ever will. I have not pursued further attempts at communication. He has enough problems; he certainly doesn’t need my insanity added to his own.
In November 2009 the medical travel staffing agency I had worked with in Ketchikan set up a phone interview with the acting lab manager of a Native American hospital near Gallup, NM. I was extremely excited and honored about the opportunity to live in the area and provide my services to the Native American population and learn their culture in a more intimate manner. I must have conveyed this during the interview because the process was very quick and the manager seemed enthusiastic to have me on board. The assignment was to last 6 months, which caused me some anxiety. I really didn’t want to be away from my daughter for that long, but I thought this was an excellent opportunity to get my foot back in the door, and perhaps my only opportunity. To get there in time I left Butler on November 25 and arrived at the reserved hotel in Gallup on the 27th.
Before arriving in Gallup I decided to stop by a town called Moriarty, NM… about thirty five miles east of Albuquerque. I can’t remember the exact reason I stopped there, but I went into a small convenience store and bought 10 powerball lottery tickets (quick pick). I requested there be 2 plays each on 5 tickets. “Bob”, a kind looking older man looked at the tickets and pointed out the winner. The PB number was 7. He said because the way I had ordered them (2 plays on 5 tickets (2+5=7)) it may be lucky. The entire situation with Bob seemed familiar, another deja vecu experienced ensued. I found out much later that although I didn’t win millions (can’t a guy get a break?), the first 3 numbers of the drawn numbers was 25, 26, and 27. Those were the dates that I traveled from Butler to Gallup. I found that to be interesting.
About 5-10 miles east of Gallup lie a grouping of red sandstone cliffs about a mile north of the interstate that seem to jut out like fingers. It is an awe inspiring sight to experience. At that moment it reminded me of a dream that I once had. I was traversing small canyons, similar to these cliffs, and they resembled corridors. Along both sides of the corridors were doors that led to different dimensions or realities. I just remember searching through as many as I could in the dream. It was a surreal moment. Actually, from Moriarty on until the time I left Gallup was somewhat distressing. It seemed like I had been there before in that situation. Like a distant memory replaying itself.
As you may know, I battle Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (a severe, purely obsessional form, mostly). Nearly the entire length of the trip, I could not shake the thought that something would happen to my daughter if I wasn’t in the same vicinity to protect her. I could not shake the thought, and reinforced with the fact that the hospital was in a remote location so that I would not be able to get to her quickly, I began to panic. I stayed and toured the area the next day which was Sunday, before I was supposed to report for work on Monday. I stayed up most of the night in panic, and deeply ashamed of myself. The next morning I headed back to Pennsylvania and called my account rep to explain the situation. I was relieved that I was going back to my daughter, even though I had no place to stay (I did find temporary housing through the counseling center I attended). I just knew I had to get back. I also continued to mentally abuse myself, feeling dishonor, shame, and guilt on multiple levels.
Once I returned to Butler, PA from my failed attempt at self recovery I spent the next 8 months in temporary housing and 4 months of that in a partially locked facility. Needless to say, I was at one of the many low points in my life. I was released on my daughter’s birthday in July, 2010. With new medications and a renewed determination I was in better condition than the preceding winter. I was still technically homeless so I resided in a group home administered by the counseling center I received services from.
On August 13 I received the unfortunate news that one of my adopted brothers (biological cousins) had drowned. His twin brother and a sister lived in the same city of Kalamazoo, Michigan. He and his twin were alcoholics and although they fought often and had a difficult life they were very close. My daughter and I were on our way to Kalamazoo when my mother called and told us he had passed away. We stayed their a few days, but a peculiar thing occurred the night after he died. I had learned that we had just missed the Perseid meteor shower by a couple of days. We were all out in the front yard talking and I was musing by myself when I began thinking about my deceased brother and how he was faring in whatever “realm” his consciousness may be in… and saying my farewell. At that moment there was a total electrical blackout that extended for about 5 or 6 blocks. The stars in the clear sky were very intense and in the blink of an eye I saw an object traverse toward the horizon at about 50 – 60 degrees to the horizon. It was very large and was a brilliant red, blue, and if memory serves me correct, green. I’ve seen many meteor showers before and never had I seen a meteor appear as large as that. Not long after that the lights came back on. I was the only one to witness the object. I scanned the sky for more meteors but could not find any. Was this an attempt at communication or affirmation of peace.
In October I had been given word that I was approved for Social Security Disability. I hadn’t even remembered applying for it. Apparently, a social worker had assisted me earlier in the year. My OCD had been bothering me immensely and I felt I had to get out of Butler or I was going to go insane. I had been thinking about a “Walk Across America” and now I had the finances to actually attempt it. My rationale was that if I could busy myself with “The Walk” I could not only get in better physical condition which would help my condition, and it would distract my mind from the mental intrusions and obsessive thoughts.
This isn’t the proper forum to get into all the details, so I’ll attempt to remain as relevant as possible. Before I actually attempted the walk which began south of Los Angeles, I spent sometime visiting attractions on the way from Butler to California. I also spent some time with relatives in Modesto before I began. My first stop was Taos, New Mexico on Monday, December 6. Known as an artist’s mecca, the small community is also known for the “Taos Hum”, which I have described earlier in this installment. I toured the town and the beauty of the surrounding land. I’ve heard that some people think the origin of the Taos Hum could lie in the surrounding mountains, a consequence of some geologic activity. I was exploring just east of Taos on highway 64 and discovered an inspiring view of a mountainous cliff. I pulled over to a viewing area to take some pictures and shut off my car and was ready to get out, when I had double checked to ensure I had turned the motor off. It seemed like it was still running… I could feel it. I pulled the key out of the ignition and stepped out of the car. I could still feel the pulsating vibration. Either the Butler Hum had followed me or I had met its Taos kinfolk.
Later that day, at the Taos visitor center, I asked a lady about it and she verified that people say the focal point is about 10 miles east of Taos. I found that out after the fact of experiencing it myself. That night as I lay quietly in bed preparing to sleep, the Taos, NM Hum hummed me to sleep.
After visiting relatives in Modesto, CA I had a prearranged “couchsurfing” engagement with a young lady in Salinas, CA. It was a very rewarding experience for both of us. I stayed with her for about 4 days and nights (strictly platonic situation) and visited sites in both Salinas and Monterey. Apparently I had a stowaway from Taos. Each night as I lie on the blow up mattress in the spare room I could hear and feel the ever present pulsating Hum.
I stayed a few nights in hostels in San Luis Obispo and Hollywood, and was accompanied by the Hum only in Hollywood. I’ve heard the Hum in my current apartment twice for about 3 months each, and have yet to hear or feel it as of this year. Why couldn’t it take the tinnitus with it as a traveling partner?
In the early morning hours of September 11, 2009 I dreamed that I was in Baltimore, MD desperately trying to reach the White House in DC. Meanwhile, in reality a few hours later, there was a potential problem with President Obama’s safety. According to CNN the US Coast Guard was conducting exercises in the Potomac River near the Memorial Bridge where the President’s motorcade just happened to be passing.
Two years later, on November 11, 2011 a young man took a couple of pot shots at the White House. Luckily, the President was in Hawaii at the time. Near the same date, give or take a day, I dreamed that President Obama, his wife Michelle, and I were in a safe-house. I can’t recall anymore details at the moment. I lost the paper I wrote my notes concerning the dream. I didn’t have cable TV at the time and still don’t, and hadn’t been keeping up with the news, so I had no foreknowledge of the event, if I did indeed have the dream after the incident.
Of course, both of these incidents and the occurrence of my dream timing may be completely coincidental, however, it is interesting to note that I’ve only had two dreams concerning any president, and that they occur on dates in which there was “concern” about the President’s safety. No, I haven’t gotten myself in trouble with the Secret Service, and hopefully will never need to contact them. I have their number, just in case.
As much as I can recall, the most recent prominent deja episode occurred on May 28, 2011 around 2am. I had just finished watching a documentary on youtube concerning some history of the Wudang Mountains in China. Yin Xi, a public servant and gatekeeper on the mountain met Laozi (considered the founder of philosophical Taoism), and read Laozi’s “Tao Te Ching”. Yin Xi wanted a new life of meditation, so he climbed to the top of Wudang Mountain, thinking it would be ideal to practice his Taoism. It’s a fascinating history (I still need to watch the rest of the series). It’s now a revered site and the more religious followers say that the very top of the highest peak is where one can seek immortality like the gods.
T was working a night shift and had called me around 2am, and as I was telling her about the program I watched I experienced deja vecu. It seemed like I had been in this exact same situation, telling her about the sages and Wudang Mountain, over the phone.
Just a few days later, on Tuesday, May 31 at 10:30 pm, I had decided to go to Walmart to get a few things. As I’ve mentioned before, I have no so called “friends” here, however there is one guy who is an acquaintance/friend. While driving to Wallyworld I felt the distinct, vivid impression that he was going to be there… I even whispered it to myself. As I went through the front doors of Walmart I glanced to the left and wouldn’t you know it… “J” and his girlfriend were standing near the middle of the checkouts in front of the jewelry department. Centered in the large isle around their shopping cart with hardly a soul in sight. These situations fail to surprise me anymore.
Thus far, that has been the most recent major synchronous or precognitive event that has occurred.
It’s been some time since I’ve experienced anything peculiar or extraordinary. I honestly don’t know whether that’s good or bad. Sometimes I would think that the deja experiences were confirmations that I was on the right path, and sometimes I would think that it meant that there needed to be a “course correction”. I’m no longer sure how I should pursue these matters. If anything, the experiences that don’t directly relate to Phil, would certainly be right at home in one of his stories.
I was intending to write a memoir concerning the events I have described here on House of Ubiquity, including my battle with mental illness. To tell you the truth, it’s all in my head, my consciousness, but for some reason there is so much more locked away, unaccessible. I thought by telling my story in memoir form, I could then begin writing fiction, particularly science fiction to explore many of the themes and philosophies that rage in my mind. I think what I have done here, sharing my story with all of you who have been so patient to read about my life and the experiences I’ve had involving Philip K Dick, and other experiences not so directly related, has filled the role of what I thought the memoir would do. I’m not quite ready to begin sharing my intimate thoughts on the matter, so straightforwardly. However, I believe you can see some patterns in the nature of my experiences. And at this time, I’ll leave that for you to interpret. I believed I was running out of time and the memoir had to come first, but in part because of the creators of House of Ubiquity, I can now do what I think I need to do. Catharsis… in the form of fiction.
I’d like to thank the administrators of this site for allowing me to share some of my experiences as ubiquitous as they are. If you’ve read thus far, I thank you very much. If anyone has any questions, comments of any kind, critiques, arguments, etc., please don’t hesitate to contact me.