“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.”
—Philip K. Dick
After waiting and waiting to either move or have my house painted, I finally decided to unpack my boxes and decorate my office. Who knows how long this precious idyll will last?
My desk spaces end up looking like altars, because that is just my essential nature. The focal point of this particular setup is a picture disc of Mike Oldfield’s “Tubular Bells.” This was owned by my mother’s longterm partner Joe, who passed away about ten years ago of cancer. It was sort of a “fixture” of his old Murray Hill apartment, and somehow after his passing made its way to the house in Cape Cod he shared with Mom; I found it under a slightly mildewy tarp in the basement & took it home with me along with a number of other jazz & prog albums.
Joe was very much the model of that “Mad Men” era modern guy of the 60s and 70s, in his aesthetic and literary tastes. He is probably the only patriarch-type figure of my early years (and I’ll have to add my twenties & early thirties in there) that I have retained any respect or fondness for.
Joe had a “stub” of wires from one of the first American missions to the Moon; his father worked on that mission. The stub was as thick as a coffee-can, just tons of different wires. I don’t have that stub; I suppose it went to his own family, which would make sense because it was an heirloom of sorts.
I do, however, have Joe’s picture disc of “Tubular Bells.”
I find it significant somehow that old-time conspiracy theorist Jordan Maxwell has now finally come to the conclusion that the Ultimate Conspiracy is that we are in some type of computer simulation run by an entity who is kind of a sadistic dickhead. He is far from the first person to come to this conclusion; in a way, that’s kind of the Gnostic mythology regarding the Demiurge.
In a recent podcast appearance he gave the intriguing example of a friend of his who could allegedly see the future; this man could tell you exactly where you would be a year from now & it would actually happen. Maxwell’s point was: if somebody can access the future timeline like that…then the future is already “set.” Which means: there is no free will. Which plays nicely into the whole “dickhead creator computer programmer” theory.
Now, one could simply say that Maxwell is a looney-tunes, and his friend (if he even existed at all) could never see the future because we all know that’s impossible. And then I could respond by saying, I know it is possible to see the future like that because I have done it personally. And then you would respond by calling me a looney-tunes.
But I have done it. I have seen snippets of the future at various times in my life. I’m not saying I’m some fabulous Nostradamus & certainly I haven’t used this ability to really benefit me in any concrete/smart/financial way. But I have done it.
But people generally don’t like hearing stuff like that, because it’s as creepy as fuck. I’m the living embodiment of the girl in The Exorcist telling the astronaut he’s going to die in space & then taking a whizz on the rug. I don’t say things like that to upset people; I guess I just haven’t been properly socialized.
Anyway, back to the main point: if the future can be predicted, then is it indeed already “set?” And if it’s already set, then what is the value of predicting these things in the first place? Because we can’t change it; we can’t even really “prepare” for it, any more than what would be seen in the “unchangeable” future timeline anyway.
And Maxwell has an answer for that—he thinks that these instances of precognition are, for the most part, not meaningful. But rather, it’s just a quirk, an accident of perception. It’s like a person accidentally tuning into a different cable channel or website than the one he intended; tuning into a different frequency. There is no grand meaning to it.
And…that’s pretty much the conclusion I had come to independently, as well.
I’m great at parties.
I’ll leave you with this brief meditation on the new live-action Aladdin trailer.
When this trailer hit with Will Smith as the Genie, it immediately became a meme comparing it to the misremembered “Mandela Effect” movie starring Sinbad, “Shazaam.” People were like: it’s as if “Shazaam” was a real movie.
Of course, College Humor made a video a couple of years back actually “re-creating” a movie called “Shazaam” starring the actual Sinbad. So this is, in my opinion, the first instance of the misremembered “Mandela Effect” actually manifesting in our reality—as that College Humor video.
It is further my opinion that this new Aladdin trailer is the further manifestation of the Mandela Effect of “Shazaam.”
Which is to say (or, ask): what if the actual purpose of the “Shazaam” Mandela Effect was to create a sort of “time loop” in which it (the essence of it) would manifest in reality as Will Smith in Aladdin? That this so-called Mandela Effect wasn’t such at all, but rather an instance of collective future memory?
(It should also be noted that Aladdin comes out within a month of another movie named…Shazam!.)
Anyway, have a great Wednesday and thank you for once again letting me crash your party and pee on your rug.