“Its just entertainment, man. Why do you have to look so deep into everything and make it some tinfoil nutjob raving?” he said as I offered the suggest that in Nine Nine the world was on the brink of a quantum leap of consciousness about the nature of reality and this construction we’re in. He continued:
“The very idea that a movie like the Matrix defused this collective potential is, putting it mildly, preposterous. Now, listen, I know you have this pet theory you’ve been nurturing since the playground that we’re inside a huge Game that we play using our Souls as credits and, I’ll admit, it was initially fascinating but you’ve been beating this drum for so long that I’ve had enough of it”. This came in response to my suggestion that Neo repped Jesus who, in turn, was an encoded reference to our divine consciousness that is currently hemmed between two hemispheres of ignorance in our heads that offer their own suggestions and manipulation that, to most, are invisible as water to a fish.
“Jesus is real, my religion is just this and it has absolutely nothing to do with this damn flick laced with amazing special effects, get it?”. His response, verbally, was quite vicious ergo I knew a nerve had been hit but the fact that I’d mentioned the Game of Souls hypothesis before as well as the resonance of Christ consciousness means the concepts were not new to him. No, what did it was when I suggested there was a, hitherto unquestioned, link between the silver screen and all I’d been cogitating since I wondered if my brain caught signals like the TV set did and, if so, from whence did they come and am I them or the flesh? Heavy thoughts for a prepubescent but the simple fact is we do most of our best thinking in single digits before the System does its thing and replaces them with nice, predictable chunks of Thunk instead. Are there parallels between “reality” and “fiction”? Is there any real demarcation? What if its a one fish, two fish spooky action a distance type thing which is actually a camera trick as there is but one source that runs all of this?
The chap in question really, really enjoyed the flick. He watched it again and again and raved about it no end. Until this conversation, that is. I too was taken by it but couldn’t help but spot the resonance with a lesser known movie titled Dark City that hit before it did. Well, not exactly as it flopped because nobody watched it. I did though as it had the guy who created The Crow at the helm. In a nutshell there is a quite a lot in common as both deal with false realities, a man who is chosen and possess the strength to alter what is and how most walk around in perpetual ignorance without ever questioning the script. Much like the Agents there is a force who stands against who are actually aliens wearing flesh who share but one mind between them. Sounds a tad schizo, yes? Art is a lie that tells the truth, my friend. If you haven’t seen it I’d suggest you do. The big difference between them is that the one that hit features dazzling special effects that, until then, had never manifested in this realm ergo people flocked to see it. How many of them pondered at depth the significance of Neo hiding his hacking tools in the hollowed out shell of a book based on simulation and copies with no original? Very Gnostic, yes? This is the same thing that Jesus was saying (in my lens) hence the “Know ye not ye are gods” ethering he delivered whilst whipping the skin off the natives that were pimping the rest in his own equivalent of bullet time. Let get it cracking!
Both of these tales are based on Platos Cave hypothesis which the Bard reffed as a Stage and I call the Game of Souls phenomenon. This story is as old as the hills as the Vedics termed it Maya (aka the grand illusion of being human) and we have Dreamtime, the Songlines as well as the realm of spirit frequented by Shamans who all attest none of this is actually as solid as it presents and reality is far more plastic as its held together by those who invest in whatever is said. Case in point, if someone got on the wrong side of the medicine man he’d point his magic stick at them and say they’d be dead before the third sunset. Unerringly, this happened. On the flip consider that a man in a white coat can hand out pills that may contain absolutely nothing but the people of good faith reports miracles in his wake. See what I’m saying? To take it to another tangent I hope you can think about COVID having most scared to death whereas I, disconnected from the news (as its bad for your health) spent the first forty five minutes of this new wavelength in rapturous bliss feeling really I am Legendish as I strongly suspected everyone was dead or had vanished and I was the last man left in the realm and the adventure of a lifetime was about to begin… Getting back on trend:
“The idea that Morpheus is John the Baptist, Cypher is Judas, Trinity, Mary Magdalene and Neo is Jesus is flat out blasphemous, disrespectful as hell and I’m sincerely considering ending our friendship if you don’t relent with this madness. Please. Cease, this instant”. Being who I is I couldn’t resist but fast forward to this bit which I called to his attention and asked him to quote the reference:
His face wrinkled with consternation as this was totally solid and, as you can guess, I’d been poring over this trilogy with a lens, high res, as I set my mind adrift and let it see what those Hollywood pimps were attempting to do with my awareness.
“Pure coincidence. Its not even reffed correct. You’re clutching at straws, my friend” said a man who I felt was holding onto a brick of ignorance when I knew he could swim, very well. In many ways we’re all like this, I guess. I just comprehend the fact whilst living and thus, in some sense, made it my mission to wander and ponder the workings of others inner realms and how the black mirror effect with some red, blue and green pixels can do such amazing things. I said:
“The first Matrix being perfect is the Garden of Eden and that was an immense hint and, at the end of the trilogy, we see the imagery most blatant as he stands with arms, outstretched. Not to mention that his name, government, is the “Son of Man” whereas his own picked handle is the One, but anagram ie the cipher presets to the eyes of wisdom but the ignorant place shades upon them as the light is dazzling ergo they do not comprehend“. This bought a wry grin to his countenance as one of the things we did converse on, at length, is how there are layers to sacred texts that the profane do not get and my Christ Consciousness hypothesis did make him think. So why the strong reaction to what I said about a flick that he’d seen an infinite number of times with a rapturous grin on his countenance? I cannot tell. Neither could he as he simply refused to dive in and had placed this section of his mind off limits which I found most interesting.
Magic, movies and myth. All three are the same thing but seen from different lenses, my friend. I have previously mentioned how, back when, stories were the equivalent of the internet and the symbols therein contained passwords to access the gifts as spelled out in the Devils trident article I’ll link. They all require the focused use of intent, a driven narrative, underlying structure and resonance but, most important, a cause to be effected. This is, I suspect, the power of Hollywoods spells which, by the way, are the same thing the Druids used to do their own magick tricks…
I strongly suspect that without this celluloid prophylactic that prevented the gestation of higher consciousness in man we would have seen a huge awakening in the collective about what is currently termed the Simulation Hypothesis. Why do I say this? Well, there is the “What you watch and what it says about you” concept – which recently made a major leap in res that blew my old mindset to shreds and I’m now quite certain is exceedingly accurate – and how much symbolism was woven into this narrative. By the way, I will go on record and state that I do not believe, in any way shape or form, that the writers credited for this flick are the only ones who had input in the script. The tonal shift and lack of depth was evident as the trilogy did progress and, in my imagination, the third flick featured Neo being corrupted, becoming evil and attacking his old friends whilst Smith was forced into the role of a reluctant messiah, par excellence, as he only exists in opposition, as per his programming. During the course of this we’d see Neo developing more and more awareness of Self until he sees that Morpheus and the clique are acting as unwitting agents of ignorance and how their “escape plan” is actually no such thing as he clicks the trick of binary opposites (aka the one and zero of the Matrix) and thus gains the keys to transcendence (ie he is pure consciousness) which hint that Zion itself was part of the construction aka a false heaven carved from a real hell but designed to keep them engaged and thus perpetuate the illusion and thats just the start of his gnosis…
To say I was disappointed by what they presented would be an understatement, yes? You’ll note they have never, ever captured the magic of this first flick and the sheer depth and breadth of the esoterica woven in has kept it ever fresh for one who views with a Warriors lens as each spin brings new bits of info to my awareness hence why I’ve said it was an immense spell cast upon the plebs to prevent the realization that:
A) They are pure consciousness, wearing flesh, in a false realm.
B) Those at the helm know this but are well versed in the art of deception.
C) They are all linked in to one mind shared between them and thus are not creative as they’re built to destroy things.
D) The sheer amount of oppression against the protagonist suggests they knew who he was before he was even aware of it and
E) This is why someone keeps sending prophets the other side kills dead then weaves a narrative, esoteric, around what was said to generate further conflict and division under the guise of the opposite.
Sadly I never got to have this convo with him as time progressed then I moved and when I jet I tend to lose contact with all of the previous environment as its often marked by an immense shift in resonance after extended introspection hence spiritual development is a solo thing because one thing imperience says is people tend to get uncomfortable when your view keeps enlarging and your mindset, changing, as they prefer a simple and staid version that colors in within the lines, preset, and believes the same as whats in their heads. This I don’t ergo the statement that, like Jon Snow, I know not a thing. But, I do have a never ending stream of ever increasingly fresh questions that make me ponder, at depth, what truly kicks in this realm and the deeper meaning. I mean, anyone who writes, creatively, has often seen what they’ve wrote in ink manifest at some place else as a curious resonance between the imagination and what is. I have a theory about this and it, in a pencil sketch, goes like this:
Imagine we lived on Flatland. The place is a sheet of paper and, to those plugged in, the fact there there is a plane of reality missing is beyond the question as they simply can’t imagine it. Lets pretend that a man escapes the page and sees the desk upon which a little boy sits, scribbling, for his art projection. He takes the scene in and then is placed back within the construction. How the heck would he implain what kicks to the denizens of paper and ink who believe they are what they were told, back when? Something as simple as a sphere would fill them with fear as its beyond their ken. Those who stopped and pondered it could only, at best, imagine a circle of varying depth that manifests in then vanishes from their realm. Kind of like what your cat looks at, invisible, as it walks from one end of the room to the next before it gets back to grooming, yes? More to heaven and earth, my friend.
Via this lens we can now suspect and extrapolate there are parents who pay the bills, a whole house within which he lives and how the kid is part of a larger ecosystem, yes? This, in a nutshell, is what I suspect kicks aka the 4Dxo perspective. Dig:
You have the Prime, the pre-existing one who is pure consciousness aka a cloud of undifferentiated consciousness. Underneath this we have the Agents, Archons, fallen angels – call them what you will, its irrelevant – who built this material realm. They are to him as falling rain is to vapor trails. Below, in Flatland, we have the three dimension where we wear flesh – like sentient snowmen – frozen in the lowest state of vibration and thus totally ignorant of what truly kicks.
I suspect that, from Nine Nine onwards, more people were going to realize this. Heck, if you were around for the Wild West days of Youtube you’ll know well it was filled with conspiracy heads and pirated movie films. The rest of the booty shaking and calls to action came later as this medium was gripped by those who, solo, had pondered at depth lifes ravages and mysteries and thus could not wait to connect with those of a similar wavelength. Its telling how, now, you cannot even search for said content because whilst it exists (if you possess the link) its hidden in the depths as the algo does its thing. Add in a dead internet, bots and reality shaping as well as the forthcoming race of Techno Sapiens and it makes you wonder, doesn’t it? One of the last things I said to my friend, for his consideration, was this:
“Statistically, what are the odds of the Sixties gen growing up with a Superman named Reeve who did amazing things and flew for immense distances whilst we, Eighties kids, have a modern day equivalent that sports the same resonance? We’re in a fractal, simple as this and I suspect people were going to realize the trick and start seeing the code of the Matrix like why you can tell, ten out of ten, when someone is staring at the back of your head or those odd dreams, precognitive, and a zillion and one other blips that most stumble over but pick themselves up and act like nothing happened”.
To add a further blend of not so secret herbs and spices why not consider this:
What happened when the Towers fell and why was the same Nine Eleven motif repeated, ad nauseam, in many flicks as well as exactly what Neo said in that clip plus what was defused within by seeing it as entertainment instead as they went right back to running the treadmill. Add in the choice of song, backing, the title of band, singing, and their lyrics then serve to perfection. Congratulations, my friend, you’re doing the Knowledge! Feels amazing, yes? Free your neocortex!
Magic, movies, myth and the Matrix. Did you know the M is the only sound in the English language you make with closed lips for that internal vibration, felt inside your head and chest, plus it sits at the position, thirteenth, that is usually linked with badness but we, on this very planet, once upon a when, spent the same counting “Moonths” from whence the rest springs and tell me if I’m reaching, like Dhalsim, or if I’ve just tickled the splinter of your mind that rests in a forest of ignorance, invisible, that most would rather die than admit as they’re so comfortable living a script…
The Game of Souls has you, my friend.
Till we meet again
