Hi Gnomad, yes his name has come to my attention before and I hadn't managed to follow up for whatever reason. I've just now gotten hold of two of the books,
Experiment and
Serial Universe, many thanks.
I can't see the future although I still get very strong feelings which, from long experience, I tend not to ignore.
But there
was a period of some months in 2012 when I'd regularly experienced weeks of wakefulness followed by continued sleep deprivation for many months afterward - combined with intense emotional stress. However it happened I began to be able to remember every moment of every day for many months. In effect my present moment had extended out by months into my past and I was able to relate everything I'd felt, seen, read or heard during that period to everything else. In this state of consciousness it felt like entire seasons had passed although barely a day or two would have elapsed. Amongst the many strange effects of all this was that for a time I began to remember the future(s) as easily as the past. Both awake and dreaming I would sometimes see events happening in my mind as if reviewing a memory or experiencing a fantasy, then days, weeks or months later the events would occur in some fashion. Remote events happening simultaneously and events not yet having happened both seemed to cause decipherable ripples in my mind. Not many came to pass
exactly as experienced, no matter how vivid, but enough did or were very close to what would eventually happen that I came to view my life as enmeshed within many other simultaneous potential lives, each real as my own, all in a vast dance of probabilities. Perhaps I was blundering through the multiverse. I did sometimes experience such ridiculous discontinuities that all I could do was marvel. For example, I would often encounter extended passages and entire chapters in familiar books (or even entire books) that I could never find again. A
concrete example: I got off the train in Warrington one evening and found much of the station cordoned off, smell of mortar dust, piles of rubble, parts of the station dismantled, walls removed, ducts and pipes visible everywhere, materials, machinery, it was in the middle of a major renovation. Two hours later when I came back for the train home, the station building hadn't changed structurally but it was silent, clean and empty and some of the interior walls were different with different paint and tiling, and it smelled completely different.
Sure to say, for a time my life became almost unbearable to me.