Tom Cruise did a good job in Minority Report though

and from where i sit, it dont look like PK needs any help . . .

as for McKenna, his exponential-novelty teleo-theory looks a lot less like “theory” with each passing day

this is excerpted from an essay on the connections between Dick, McKenna, “VALIS” and autistics:

“Homeoplasmates” was the word Dick used to describe the liberative and semi-divine “agents” of VALIS. He suggested that when Rome razed Jerusalem’s Second Temple in 70 B.C.E., time itself ceased.

The “homeoplasmates” escaping execution dove underground, resurfacing in 1945

Through Qumran and other methods, Dick claimed that the homeoplasmates kickstarted time again, as living water fell from the scroll-jars of Nag Hammadi.

P.K. Dick’s “God” — like our throwaway psychos and autistic “retards” — hides amongst the detritus and banalities of life, and, as Dick writes, mimics “sticks and trees and beer cans in gutters,” presuming “to be trash discarded, debris no longer needed.” Not surprisingly, the wisest alchemists also called the Philosopher’s Stone “the commonest of things, available in every street and marketplace.”

Not coincidentally, the late Terence McKenna – a Walking Novelty who was actually *early* — was the West’s chief explicator of synchronic teleology, the notion that not all events are “determined” by replicable cause and effect, as in the scientific method, but rather are pulled, or attracted, by a numinous Cause located in the future, magnetizing the past to its ultimate Source.

In the afterword to Philip Dick’s neo-gnostic compilation, In Pursuit of Valis: Selections from the Exegesis, McKenna relates how one fateful day in 1971, the yammering wound of the Logos passed from himself to Dick — even as McKenna’s natal brother, Dennis, was facing down the void in Amazonia:

“Unknown to me, a struggling, overweight SF writer, an idol of mine since my teens, discovered the next day that his house had been broken into, his privacy violated by the Other . . . 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.”

Indeed, two *is* better — it spreads out the paranoia!

And the blame!

And a bunch is better than two!

McKenna raves on:

“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. . . [T]here 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 settles 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.”

As McKenna put it: “Being is a solid state matrix and psychosis is the redemptive process ne plus ultra.”

or

“Those who seek should not stop seeking until they find. When they find, they will be disturbed. When they are disturbed, they will marvel, and will reign over all.”

(2, Gospel of Thomas, Scholars’ Translation)

Let them serve as their own examples.

Phil was toughened up on eating horsemeat and got those amphetamine relfexes.