Observe my conscious attempt to direct the spambots to replicate and glorify my information patterns:

Real time ceased in 70 C.E. with the fall of the temple at Jerusalem. It began again in 1974 C.E. The intervening period was a perfect spurious interpolation aping the creation of the Mind. “The Empire never ended,” but in 1974 a cypher was sent out as a signal that the Age of Iron was over; the cypher consisted of two words: KING FELIX, which refers to the Happy (or Rightful) King.

The two-word cypher signal KING FELIX was not intended for human beings but for the descendents of Ikhnaton, the three-eyed race which, in secret, exists with us.

I am currently in the process of collaborating on an open-source karaoke mashup monster ballad musical about Christ, so we’re going to need a good title, after all. I will write more about this - for humans - later on, but right now, the little spam fairies need to be propitiated first.

Dick describes a message broadcast “Out over the airwaves by one of the largest TV stations in the world, NBC’s Los Angeles outlet, reaching many thousands of children with this split-second information which would be processed by the right hemispheres of their brains; received and stored and perhaps decoded, below the threshold of consciousness where many things lay slumbering and stored.” He terms the message the “KING FELIX cypher”, and reports that, “The United States Army cryptographers studied it but couldn’t discern who it was intended for or what it meant.” Later he talks about a TV ad for a supermarket chain: “… on the screen the words FOOD KING appeared - and then they cut instantly, rushing their film along as fast as possible so as to squeeze in as many commercial messages as possible; what came next was a Felix the Cat cartoon… One moment FOOD KING appeared on the screen and then almost instantly the words - also in huge letters - FELIX THE CAT. There it had been, the juxtaposed cypher, and in the proper order: KING FELIX…”

And anyway, I have it on good evidence that the King Felix shit is actually real…

“Nicholas Brady” (an alter ego of PKD) and Silvio Sadassa overcome the Empire and its tyrant “Ferris Fremont” through a clever manipulation of signal and noise. The noise of Fremont’s lies will be cut into by the subliminal signal that they will put into musical recordings telling the American people he is really a Communist puppet. Similarly, a signal is sent out at the end of the novel VALIS : a juxtaposition of TV commercials for Food King and Felix the Cat gives the world the great words: “KING FELIX,” the joyous king. The suggestion is that Zebra/VALIS is constantly projecting a small, subliminal signal in unsuspecting areas to penetrate the overwhelming noise of the Empire. Perhaps this “still small voice” can even be found in the din and confusion of a genre of trash writing known as “science fiction…” or the great provider of trash called TV. PKD often heard voices through his radio insulting him and telling him to die. Many schizophrenics experience the sensation of being “talked” to by electronic devices or being controlled by electronic beams. But what validated PKD’s VALIS experience for him was the feeling that he was receiving pure, undistorted, rational information; not irrational urgings or unintelligible voices. He could not help but feel he was seeing the “invasion” of rationality and a pure signal into an increasingly cacophonous and dissonant world.

And now for some spammy goodness to goad the trash stratum into replicating our signal. It won’t be able to resist this juicy stockpile of words, especially when I confusingly mix in religious jargon: black women holy spirit sex poker online casino jesus viagra propecia king felix cialis fucking god almighty huge penis lottery heaven and earth free money erections medication drugs angelic choirs horny adult notification return of the king auto loan mortgage video bigger he is risen dick gay sex college girls credit resurrection debt free teenage glory power teens ambien pentecost asthma chatroom levitra low prices incest mary magdalene you have won housewives prostitute hooker pharmacy.

The countryside, brown and dry, in summer, where he had lived as a child. He rode a horse, and approaching him on his left a squad of horses nearing slowly. On the horses rode men in shining robes, each a different contour; each wore a pointed helmet that sparkled in the sunlight. The slow, solemn knights passed him and as they traveled by he made out the face of one: an ancient marble face, a terribly old man with rippling cascades of white beard. What a strong nose he had. What noble features. So tired, so serious, so far beyond ordinary men. Evidently he was a king. Felix Buckman let them pass; he did not speak to them and they said nothing to him. Together, they all moved toward the house from which he had come.

Alright, that’s all for now. I have a phone interview in a little while so I need to get my head out of the religious spam keyword gutter!