Who’s the Dick Now?

Sometimes you stumble on a video that doesn’t just entertain you—it unlocks something inside you, hinting at hidden realities, simulation theory, and cracks in the nature of time itself. That’s what happened to me with this old, mind-bending speech by Philip K. Dick or PKD for short. The title itself? I forgot it at first, but it was something like:

“If You Find This World Bad, You Should See Some of the Others.”

Yeah. Let that one roll around your brain for a second.

It was filmed in France, 1977—a packed room—and there’s Philip, not hiding behind his role as a sci-fi author, not cracking jokes to deflect. No, he sat there, completely raw, telling a full audience that his stories weren’t just inspired ideas. He believed they were real. Not “real” as in “symbolic,” but as actual memories or transmissions from somewhere else. From other timelines. Other worlds.

The Hidden Premonition

Even more astonishing? He essentially outlined what we now call simulation theory—twenty-two years before The Matrix ever hit the screens in 1999.

He also all but mapped out the Mandela Effect, without calling it that. He spoke about cracks in reality, shifts in memory, how some of us remember things “wrong” because timelines glitch and splinter. I could see some people in the audience shifting uncomfortably, maybe even some friends or family, embarrassed for him. You know that look—like someone’s speaking an ancient truth but the room isn’t ready for it. Yet, he said it anyway. And not with the wildness of a lunatic, but with the weary honesty of someone carrying a burden too heavy to bear alone.

Respect.

Philip K. Dick wasn’t just another sci-fi guy tossing neon-colored ideas into the air. In his lifetime, many of his works were overlooked or dismissed as bizarre or overly speculative, making it all the more striking how deeply they resonate today. No—this man bled into his work. Blade Runner, The Man in the High Castle, Minority Report, The Adjustment Bureau—we think of these now as dystopian entertainments. But what if they were warning shots? Breadcrumbs? Confessions hidden in plain sight?

The Black Iron Prison

PKD once said:

“The Empire never ended.”

That Rome never truly fell. That we’re stuck in an endless counterfeit reality—the “Black Iron Prison.” And time? An illusion. A slick trick pulled over our eyes to stop us from realizing it.

A computer program reality. A living information field. The pink light of gnosis.

He saw these things not just as metaphors, but as lived experience. It hits differently now, in a world where modern scientists are stumbling onto evidence that spacetime itself may not be fundamental.

There was another beautiful comment I came across while following this rabbit hole:

“If you’re one step ahead of people, you’re a visionary.
Two steps ahead, and you’re insane.”

Philip K. Dick wasn’t just two steps ahead. He was running a whole different race.

Sometimes I jokingly wonder whether I’m some weird spiritual descendant of Philip K. Dick. No, not reincarnated—the timelines don’t really match up—but resonating on the same weird, cracked frequency. Because long before I heard about his “VALIS” transmissions, or his fascination with the I Ching, or his “Logos,” I was journaling about things like non-linear time, black hole consciousness, nonlocal existence beyond spacetime. I even came up with terms like Logos and Mythos in my own writing—only to find he had used similar concepts decades earlier. Without me ever knowing.

Synchronicity?

Or just echoes across dimensions?

Maybe we’re all tuning forks vibrating to the same hidden signal, each of us catching fleeting flashes of the pink light of gnosis that Philip K. Dick spoke of—that strange, living information field humming just beyond our senses. Maybe when you start hearing it, really hearing it, you realize the noise everyone else is screaming about isn’t noise at all.

You are the signal.

And maybe, just maybe, the brave thing isn’t to lock it away or hide it behind fiction forever. Maybe the brave thing is to do what Philip K. Dick did.

Speak it. Write it. Own it. Even if the world thinks you’re crazy.

Because if reality really is glitching, if time really is a trick, if existence really is layered like an endless hall of mirrors, then what’s crazier?

Believing the illusion?

Or daring to pull back the curtain and ask, “Who’s the Dick now?”