Watching and listening to the Philip K. Dick video early in this thread really got my attention. For the record, I have never read anything at all by
PKD nor did I really know who he was until this thread showed up. However, he mentioned a couple of things that he visualized while under the effects
of sodium pentathol. I have experienced eerily similar vivid imagery (you could call it a vision or dream I guess). PKD said:
"It resembled plasmic energy. It had colors. It moved fast, collecting and dispersing. But what it was, what he was -- I am not sure even
"In other words, it’s a common theme in my writing that a dark-haired girl shows up at the door of the protagonist, and tells him that his world is
delusional, that there is something false about it. Well, this did finally happen to me. I even knew that her hair would be black. I had an actual
complete sense of what she would look like and what she would say."
"She did appear. She was a total stranger. And she did inform me of this fact: that some of my fictional works were, in a literal sense, true. "
- Philip K. Dick
That's the part that I saw. Here's how this happened to me.
Years ago I met a young woman with dark hair. She and I were somewhat romantically involved for a very short time during a school I attended. We
talked of all manner of things. When we discussed life, reality and death, we each promised the other that whomever died first, if there were a way,
would come back to explain what they can of this life and/or anything thereafter.
We parted ways when the classes ended and only briefly met again maybe a year later. Within another 6 months I got a call informing me that she died
in a motorcycle accident the day before. I had completely forgotten about our pledge about the "afterlife". She and I rarely talked anyway as she
had been seeing someone new.
A few days after her death, I lay in bed asleep, sober and clear of mind. I woke refreshed and very, very happy the next morning as if a massive
weight had been lifted from me. It wasn't until that evening that I recalled my dream. I recalled it after I looked into a light on my ceiling. The
memory rushed back to me with such a sudden intensity that I actually cried a little.
In my dream a female presence that I could not see grabbed my arm and said "I have something to show you". I understood this to possibly be my dark
haired female friend that had died. The experience of her lifting me up and through the darkness was a lot like the stereotypical "tunnel" that
people have mentioned in near death experiences...I think anyway. I also felt a complete saturating contentment and happiness that I have never felt
before or since. That, my friends, was really cool. I want that back.
We got to an area that kind of felt like a room, but it was a black void of sorts. It just felt like there were boundaries or something to the
infinite looking space around us. She pulled me around to the right and I saw the colors. Oh my gosh, the vibrant, bright, amazing, ever-changing
colors! They appeared to me to be spiking and jutting inward and outward. The spikes collecting then separating rapidly from a central source. I
knew it was intelligent. It almost seemed to be that "it" was more of a "he" or maybe a "we". When I looked directly into this color melody, even
immersing my head into it, I saw what I instantly knew to be "everything". I mean that I truly and clearly understood everything, the past, the here
and now, the future, the why, the how, the who...quite literally, "everything".
I recall clearly yelling out "HOW COULD I HAVE FORGOTTEN?!?"
The experience was pure bliss. She then pulled me to the right and around again to see what appeared to be like a white internally glowing mass. I
understood this to be the consciousness of every sentient being all connected like glowing elastic strings each stretching outward in its own
direction yet connected at a central source. THE source. It was a source of pure energy and existence. We are all connected, next to many, closer
still only to some. Yet all connected to the same source.
She pulled me again, this time to leave. I was left only with this vivid recollection and a satisfactory understanding that "it's all okay. It's all
going to be okay. When we're done here, we go back where we truly belong and all will be right again. We will remember again".
That's how it happened. I don't have any memory of anything I saw when I looked into the "everything" color thingy. I just remember the absolute
certainty of it all and the unbelievable joy and completeness I felt. I was able to ride on that feeling for a while. However, after a few months or
so, I desperately wanted it back. I wanted the feeling back...and the knowledge. I actually got a little depressed for a while, even a bit angry. I
felt lost and just sad. Eventually the feelings all subsided.
So there it is. Has anyone else seen this?
edit on 12-12-2012 by AnnunakiX because: (no reason given)