From the book jacket:
"VALIS is the first book in Philip K. Dicks incomparable final trio of novels (the others are The Divine Invasion and The Transmigration of Timothy Archer). This disorienting and bleakly funny work is about a schizophrenic hero named Horselover Fat; the hidden mysteries of Gnostic Christianity; and reality as revealed through a pink laser. VALIS is a theological detective story, in which God is both a missing person and the perpetrator of the ultimate crime."
@caseyface3 - the evil makes the Black Iron Prison on purpose. what people are finding out about holographic consciousness etc, the evil uses that all along to 'download' and manifest into reality, all that kills the Palm Tree Garden - nature - on purpose.
killing nature and urbanising, kills chi, makes people unhealthy too. creates disease.
NWOareScum 1 month ago
@caseyface3 - have you seen recent film 'a dangerous method' - it has a line of freuds to jung, where he says that even 100 years later they still won't understand or utilise correctly either of their methods.
and it is true. the standard head medicine & therapy (they don't even do therapy) does not come close to even operating at those levels. the rest of the west isn't like california etc, it's mostly backward when it comes to consciousness.
AgentDeadPinata 1 month ago
@AgentDeadPinata hi agent. i am a clinical psychology student who is looking at the value in framing an addiction as a problem of restricted consciousness and its treatment as a process of consciousness expansion. i have seen other researchers at work. i think we are on the cusp of a lot of consciousness expansion research that will help in that transformation process that is underway.
caseyface3 1 month ago
Orson Welles reads Valis.
LeonSpinx1 2 months ago
I cannot wait to explore "death"; I am 65; America as I knew it is gone....I cannot wait to see what's over that next hill; is that heaven?
greenhornet299 2 months ago 2
@RabidOverYou "i'm a huge dick-head" lmao
musskytussk 3 months ago
Death is very close, he thought. When you think in this manner. I can feel it, he decided. How near I am. Nothing is killing me; I have no enemy, no antagonist; I am merely expiring, like a magazine subscription: month by month.
miyegombobayartsogt 5 months ago
Love PKD. Written at at time when drugs flowed like gully washers through a desperate desert and turmoil was normal. The cycle begins again.
2short2q 7 months ago