Many Souls will live and die plugged into the Matrix because it provides what they expect and thus they have no need to introspect or question the narrative. Good for them. Its not a slight upon their minds or anything else you could pick as it simply stands as testament that the Game we play by inserting our Souls as credits is so effective in inducing a state of hypnosis that starts and ends with them Thunking they’re human. Generally, the more comfortable a life is the less the person tends to question the construction of their defenses.
You can think of it like a walled garden or the carefully presented palace that Buddha was raised within in an engineered state of ignorance to hide the true depth of this realm. Actually, thats a great variable so lets expand on it:
Imagine life as a still pic that is taken with the camera of your flesh versus actually getting up and walking around the scene. The latter will comprehend how various tricks of perspective and specific modes of frame are used in the Game to create the illusion as its akin to seeing the puppets strings and how carefully worlds are built. In one sense it breaks the immersion but, on the other, it raises a load of questions because someone obviously went to a hell of a lot of effort with this deception they sell so well to 81% of those that step in. Now, there is another side to this because your life may not have been all sunshine and rainbows but yet you may still be well adjusted to a realm that is quite strange and possibly even insane as most engage in a quest to decorate the cell where they dwell without ever contemplating freedom. Those who do may find the door was never locked and thus they kept themselves within this enclave due to their own ignorance via a process called learned helplessness. The man who presented himself as Plato once said:
“He who escapes the Cave and sees the real sun, shining, versus the shadow and flame pantomime within can’t wait to tell the rest but when he attempts they’ll surely rebel and attempt to decry him as heretic, madman or lunatic” or words to that effect. This is very, very true because most people are quite content with the life they get but this thread is aimed at the chest of those who may find themselves at the start of a spiritual awakening:
“Is this it?“.
“Why is there so much suffering?“.
“What happens to kids that step in shining before growing to be miserable?“.
“Why is there so much conflict?“.
“Am I more than the flesh and the story they poured into my head?“.
Now, these lines are but mere hints as we all approach the elephant in a blindfold and draw our own conclusions and thus for some it may be entirely non verbal as they take an intense trip that shakes the very foundation of their being as they feel, just for a moment, a sense of realness that is so Self sustainingly authentic that this must be an illusion. Others, without the drugs, wander into the psychotic abyss from which many never ascend but some get chewed and spit out again with fresh questions they must comprehend whilst some women, at the moment of climax or giving birth, for example, imperience an immense state of transcendence that is totally ineffable and makes them feel like a light, long dimmed, shines again within.
Actually, the last point is very interesting because there once was a time, on this very planet, that women were seen as possessing an innate resonance that extended beyond this realm and thus they honed these talents and passed them on from one gen to the next. In the West the modern thread of this was what they taught you was a witch (actually a medicine woman because there was no popping pills, only the herbal element mixed in with intuition and Self Knowledge which offered guidance to the rest). Shamans as well had their own skills and, in general, sex was way more spiritual because when you correctly combine Yan and Ying you can literally manifest an out of body experience in which your Souls are ejaculated from your flesh into a state of conjoined transcendence and unified consciousness.
Obviously you won’t see that in a porno flick featuring a fresh eighteen year old starlet that has actually been abused since she was a kid by the rich and powerful before being beyond the age that gets them erect so they drop her onto the XXX circuit instead after turning tricks at the point in the mid for various industry captains and execs when most girls are still caught up in the anticipation of their first kiss. Once you can see the depth and start to question the narrative you really have to wonder who is at the helm of this realm and what the hell is happening but this isn’t my tale, its yours because you are at the start of your spiritual awakening. I’m just showing you the ways because the young woman in question, who learned to dissociate in the crib and thus watched herself in third person going through these things as a coping mech developed such immense spiritual strength that she literally cracked the Matrix to transcend by using what had happened as kindling to light the rocket of higher consciousness. As she said:
“I forgive them. Not because they deserve it but because I do and holding onto the pain and regret means there is still a part of me attached to this realm. I extend the same to my parents who gave me up to them and carried on like nothing happened beside massive amounts of gaslighting which ensured I never formed any type of connection or depth with them or any other humans as I felt so thoroughly and totally broken within as these demons dressed as humans attempted to defile my very essence by using me as a plaything to satisfy themselves”.
This is way more common and whilst extreme in its example was shared just to show how there are many different ways to ascend. On the flip there was a man who gave his wife everything as he invested in the narrative that if she grins and is kept content then life is bliss only to find the kids weren’t his and she’d been biding her time with him whilst the man she truly wanted was locked in a cell and the moment he gained freedom she ejected the sucker with an iced chill and got back on with the business of living. I’ll let him tell it:
“I wanted death. I wanted to kill. I wanted so many things that I didn’t have a clue what to do next so I became a derelict. I mean, can you imagine? A man of my standing? Living on the pavement? Eating from garbage bins whilst on a canned heat binge to take off the edge. All it took was a random conversation with a man who was a war veteran and saw the dead all around him to change everything. Know what he said? He simply mentioned that its better to realize one was tricked than die with the illusion, no matter how painful this is, because once your eyes are opened there is no closing them.
I don’t know why but something about the simplicity of this observation struck a bell that sent shivers down my spinal column. What followed next was more than mere coincidence as a string of bizarre events led me to the steps of this ashram in the middle of nowhere. I walked in, looking ragged and stinky, and this Bhikkuni – you know, bald head, orange robes and the rest – simply said:
“Welcome, it is you we have been awaiting” with arms that were extended. I collapsed in her embrace and what followed next can only be termed as an emotional purging of various incarnations and suffering that had compressed my spirit into something I could no longer comprehend or connect due to what surrounded it. Can you believe it? I was so estranged from my Self that I wept at the loss of illusion when, in reality, I should have offered congratulations to the ones who delivered my awakening. I often wonder what happened to that schizophrenic vet as I frequently went back to check and it seems no one else ever seen or heard of him and thats what makes it so miraculous as there are countless others like him that may just be dropping gems on those who walk by them on the pavement but who listens? Sometimes the gourd must be cracked in order not to collect what this world brings but to let the light within shine that would otherwise be hidden”.
Once again, another dramatic example but the reasons for this will become Self evident as we progress because there are plenty of boys (and girls) that are interrupted in this quest and thus start but don’t end where these Souls get. That is the point because right now, at this very moment, you could be treading on thorns and wondering if its worth the effort only to quit at the point before you come up smelling of roses. A more day to day:
“I grew up in a religious house where my father was quite authoritarian. We siblings often joked, in private and under our breath, that he was the only one allowed to have an opinion. I was more of the rebel, within limits because none of us really wanted to provoke him and couldn’t help but wonder why a man who seemed so devout and content to the congregation could privately be so miserable? Of course, the world never saw this and we were well trained in the art of deception to present a perfect image so when my friends questioned why they couldn’t come to our house to play we said “Our father is very religious and he doesn’t like distractions”. In reality he often sat there, brooding in the darkness. There was a gloom that followed him and sucked the life out of any room he was within and yet, with the rest, he was quick to quote a text, offer some advice and the rest. To us, his family, the ones he bought in, all of this was lacking so the moment I could escape I went to college and had loads of sex. These days they call it a “Hoe Phase” but for me it was the only way to stay sane.
I’ll never forget this man I met with whom the sparks did fly when our eyes were linked. Granted a quick slam in the bathroom isn’t the most romantic image (nor was I that discerning back then) but it felt like he knocked a blockage out of my chest that I was only partially aware of feeling. Suddenly all the questions I’d been fearing started rearing their heads and instead of seeking emancipation between my legs I knew I needed something else and thus it all flipped from vigorous sex with strangers to theological debates over holy text where I just let rip with what I felt with zero fear of judgement. Like a serpent that sheds its skin it no longer fits in I was born again and found my lane but with no religious indoctrination needed – I think thats just a huge control mechanism and totally unnatural. Now I’m super successful running a site that questions the narrative and identify more as spiritual than anything else in this quest to reality test and find the true answers to the deepest questions. Have I progressed? Regressed? Going to face damnation for doing what I did at the end by betraying the faith of my parents? Who knows? I guess we’ll find out when we cross the rainbow bridge out of this realm but, between me and you, I strongly suspect you get what you expect as you are your instrument of judgement in the end“.
How many in the above would have stayed atrophied as they were molded? Or what about the counterswing that bought sexual freedom and as much debauchment as she could handle? What if that phase she kept chasing till the wide eyed innocence that men found so attractive became tight lipped resentment as her breasts, once perky, now unfolded like accordions? Imagine if when the block did shift via some hard dick action she went off on a quest to top this imperience instead of realizing the blinker was winking to signal an off ramp from the road she’d taken to get to that moment? What if she didn’t comprehend that liberation in one aspect can be applied to other things and lacked the sense of presence to join a debating team and let rip what had been suppressed in front of an enraptured audience. She says:
“Its ironic because even though he refuses to talk to me due to what happened and the conversations we had I’m actually the most like him except I’m totally authentic as he could talk up a storm but didn’t live his lyrics”.
There are more mundane examples like the woman who always put everyone first but herself and then felt immensely depressed when her kids flew the nest and she had no more distractions until she picked up a pen and started journaling:
“I was doing really well with this as I felt like I’d finally found that true friend and confidant I’d always been seeking. Now, in retrospect, its obvious I’d been trained to put others before myself as I was constantly people pleasing. In many ways I was doing the same with my kids as one of the first things I remembered when they were born was “Yay! I finally have friends!” which filled me with a strange dread and sense of revulsion as well because I knew it wasn’t appropriate but I basked in their attention and adulation. I was beside myself when they left. Life had more meaning but I knew that if I kept tight a grip they’d disconnect and never come back again which felt like a fate worse than death so something had to give.
I don’t recollect where but I heard about journaling as a way of stating the unspeakable you won’t admit so decided to give it a spin and I was hooked. The sense of freedom was palpable. The tears ran so hard that my eyes were often red as the little girl that was raised by narcissists and trained to suppress her feelings finally found a way to express that which they’d prevent and I’d almost infected the next gen with such flawed thinking. It was then I found your article about how to speak to the child within and that was Game changing. Mind blowing. No longer an abstraction or disjointed recollections presented as fragments as I saw her hand, her scrawl and intent staring back from the page which said things that were often quite hard to digest. Its so strange to think that that part of me was literally frozen within, locked in my chest, and the rest of my life was simply a huge coping mech designed to hide this.
Thankfully I knew that potions and pills couldn’t change a thing which is what inspired these events and it eventually led to what some may call a full fledged spiritual awakening in the making. Not quite there yet but what you said about Inner Sense hits the nail so squarely on the head with its familiar newness that I can’t wait to progress and see what happens next as I up my wavelength”.
A black cab driver once said:
“In my line of biz you see all kinds. I’ve never been one to pass up a good conversation and thus no mention of the weather or cricket when they get in my whip as I’d usually hit em with both barrels and let my intuition kick. You know I’d ask all types of things like the time I said:
“What if your wife was a low down cheating bish who pretended to get pregnant when another bird actually flew over the cuckoos nest?” to this high powered exec. Hoo, that was a quiet trip but it wasn’t always like this as I spoke to a monk who was super chill and really gave me something to think about when they said:
“A man who takes others from one place to the next could be said to be a messenger, yes? If, along the way, he sprinkles some observations then he may be akin to an oasis in the land of the parched because many thirst for a drink but won’t ask when its in front of them as they are so disconnected from their own emotions and ran by fears of judgement. Your childlike intent is quite enduring, keep it up and see what happens”.
Then there was a girl, all suitcase and tears, where I didn’t say a thing but sent her total acceptance instead as we engaged in what can only be called a silent conversation. All I know is that one who left compared to who stepped in was quite different and it really made me think about this thing called language as well as communication and the rest. I didn’t charge her a thing. I couldn’t. I knew she had other things on her plate so when she tried to hand over the bills I said:
“Give em to him” and pointed at a man on the pavement. “He needs them more than me and if you ever need anything simply give me a ring” as I handed her my card and meant it. She looked very grateful as was the man who got paid without begging then turned and shared it with his friends as I rode off into the night in search of my next fare. Yeah, its a crazy thing, this life, isn’t it? A few decades and change I’ve been on the planet, had countless conversations about the strangest things with people I’ve just met who often open up their depths and I can’t truly claim to be any further along than when I started in this Game as I’ve still got loads of questions but no definite answers yet. I suppose its some kind of quest, isn’t it? Like constant refinement or, as you said, a battle with your own ignorance. All I know is that it makes me grin as I clock a decent living, get to support me and the kids and its far more entertaining and interesting than any other way to spend life I can imagine in this realm so, all in all, its pretty decent, yeah?”.
Like I said, the start of a spiritual awakening can happen in the beginning, middle or end because your unfinite awareness may seem non linear to one locked in to the IF, AND, OR, THEN sequence that make up realities mundane programming but, in retrospect, it all seems like it was destined to happen so if you find your Self in hell then keep on stepping because only coals that endure the pressure get to shine like diamonds as they ascend to where they were intended. Trust the process, follow your intuition and recollect that fear is a street sign on the way to healing because one must tame their dragon before flying whilst the rest are quite content walking around with bowed heads filled with stress they dare not admit as they are so well adjusted to the profound sickness that grasps the entire planet at the moment.
Till we meet again
