Barring some big development (which I don’t foresee happening) this will be my last post about having possibly been Philip K. Dick in a previous life. I’m shifting the content of this blog back to a broader view of theology and metaphysics, toward tracking down possible identities for earlier lives (especially my seafaring life in the mid 19th century) and toward coming to terms with the life I lost on the Western Front in 1915.
I’ve spoken to people who knew me, I’ve been to places I knew, and I’ve written a brilliant science fiction novel (currently in the running for an award) to prove that I still have it when it comes to weird genius. I’ve gone about as far as I can go in making amends for my past mistakes and making sense of myself in the context of who I may have been, and I feel I’ve turned a corner and need to move on. To dwell on it any longer would not serve me.
I’m shifting gears in my life, shaping up to be somewhat more of a scholar than a novelist, and I think that’s just fine. I’ve already gotten further in my education in this life than I have in any other life I remembered and it’s time to get serious about being an academic at this point. Phil fell back on his writing because he couldn’t finish college; I am fortunate that I don’t have to do that.
If all goes well, I hope to become a medieval historian. My dream is to work as a historical consultant for film and television which is both lucrative and exciting.
This doesn’t mean I’ll stop writing; I feel that writing fiction is still very much a part of who I am. I really want to use my studies in medieval history to write straight-up historical fiction; my last published work had some elements of historical fiction and it went over extremely well. The well of my inspiration runs deep and I find that the more I study, the deeper it runs. If I can make a career out of my work, so much the better!
What can I say? I’m evolving. An eye toward the past can tell me a lot, but the number one takeaway is that I don’t have to follow the same path in every life. I’ve had many professions, I’ve been male, female, and several shades in between, and I haven’t even always been human. Being the possible reincarnation of an author who famously struggled doesn’t make me obligated to struggle the same way or with the same things.
For this reason, unless I have more memories or unless something incredibly relevant comes up (like some really shocking synchronicity), I don’t intend to mention Phil again. I’m free from the burden of being him in the present even if I was him in the past, and I think that’s ultimately a good thing.