[I wrote this email to Richard Bach early in 2008.]
Reality – if you’ve never noticed – is so strange! Yesterday [I went to Charlottesville and in a bookstore found your book] One, hesitated, knowing that I had read it, but suspecting that I didn’t own it, which made it rather a hole in my shelf. So I bought it, just in case. And … and began re-reading One last night. I am back at it this morning, and although I have only another couple of dozen pages to go, I had to stop to write you.
It is so strange. I know that I have read the book before, because I remember very well the part about saving the world from a new religion, even though I had not remembered the sequence correctly. But that isn’t the strange part. The strange part is that I am about to publish – to self-publish, as usual – a book that I call The Sphere and the Hologram, which comprises transcripts of 22 altered-state sessions that I recorded and transcribed in the years 2001-02. Those sessions consisted of questions about the way the world works from my friend Rita Warren and answers through me from the guys upstairs. The underlying mechanisms that they describe, the reality they describe, are so much the same as what you describe in One that I can only wonder uneasily how much of what came through was in fact unconscious memory of what I had read.
(This working from the unconscious, or connecting with the other side, or talking to other aspects of ourselves, or channeling our higher self, or however one would choose to describe it, defies definition. Before the fact, one doesn’t know what is going to appear, during the fact one doesn’t know where the information is coming from, and after-the-fact one doesn’t know how much of it was authentic, how much of it was synthesized, how much of it was for all I know disinformation. Other than those few uncertainties, the process is very straightforward.)
Last night a strange thing happened twice, and I can’t help associating it with my rereading One, though there is not necessarily a logical connection. In the first dream, there I was naked in public again – but this time instead of hiding or experiencing a reaction within the context of the dream I realized, while still dreaming, that I must be dreaming. In a second dream, things had been stolen from me including my journal, and I decided to proceed intuitively to find the thief and the items, but the important thing was not the pursuit but the calmness and the awareness that if I didn’t recover them it was not a catastrophe – and again, through the logic of the dream I came to realize that it was a dream. Not expressing this very well, but I hope you get the idea. In both cases it seems to me the process itself indicated an increase in consciousness and I am led to ascribe the blame to you! You, nearly 20 years ago, at that!