Monday, July 21

you still on the blue pill?

is it strange to turn on the radio and then begin to wonder what it is you're listening to? i am an appreciator of words. but nowadays everything i listen to makes me go...blah. and just like that. blah.

every story i hear in a song, every movie i watch, by the end of it leaves me a little blank. i guess i'm longing to see something closer to what i now see this world to be.

i can't wait till you make that movie!

what would our music and our shows and our movies look like if the dominant paradigm was "the world is a projection of my own mind" or "i create my reality"?

in my view, it would look like this...

we would no longer sing about how "he'd" done us wrong 'cause we'd believe that "he" was just a mirror of our own mental or internal state. that "he" actually has no existence apart from our own mind. and that "she" really was just his own vibration coming to stare him in the face.

we wouldn't bitch and moan about the past 'cause we'd know we created it by the power of our own thoughts. we wouldn't make movies about robbers and bandits because everyone would be meditating & visualizing while on their bed and drawing to themselves everything they needed.

we'd be one giant magic show.

we wouldn't have comics 'cause we'd all find that super-powers really weren't all that super but rather common to all beings.


Morpheus: I know exactly what you mean. Let me tell you why you're here. You're here because you know something. What you know, you can't explain. But you feel it. You felt it your entire life. That there's something wrong with the world. You don't know what it is, but it's there. Like a splinter in your mind -- driving you mad. It is this feeling that has brought you to me. Do you know what I'm talking about?

Neo: The Matrix?

Morpheus: Do you want to know what it is?

(Neo nods his head.)

Morpheus: The Matrix is everywhere, it is all around us. Even now, in this very room. You can see it when you look out your window, or when you turn on your television. You can feel it when you go to work, or when go to church or when you pay your taxes. It is the world that has been pulled over your eyes to blind you from the truth.

Neo: What truth?

Morpheus: That you are a slave, Neo. Like everyone else, you were born into bondage, born inside a prison that you cannot smell, taste, or touch. A prison for your mind.

(long pause, sighs)

Unfortunately, no one can be told what the Matrix is. You have to see it for yourself. This is your last chance. After this, there is no turning back.

(In his left hand, Morpheus shows a blue pill.)

Morpheus: You take the blue pill and the story ends. You wake in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe.

(a red pill is shown in his other hand)


You take the red pill and you stay in Wonderland and I show you how deep the rabbit-hole goes.

(Long pause; Neo begins to reach for the red pill)


Remember -- all I am offering is the truth, nothing more.


we wouldn't have good guys and bad guys 'cause we would have woken up to the realization that these two forces are just a product of our own divisive mind. there is no good or bad, right or wrong, for it is only our mind that makes it so. and there is no he or she, but i'll keep tellin' you the story until you can see through me.

my music list now contains more of "chants of the infinite" and instrumentals than it does songs with words in them. i am still a fan of "the monkey and the lion" and other great hits by the makepeace lovers (who are all my boyfriends by the way - true story). why you may wonder? well lines like "we live in our own mind, together we are at peace, but separate we are not" speak to me on a deeper level.



for the most part my itunes has become a library of audiobooks and music of the wordless kind. while i chant "om mani padme hum" as i drive myself to run errands, i think about the colorful streams of energy beams that are swirling all around me.

and then when i turn on the radio and hear "she she lick me like a lollipop" and "you cut me open and i keep bleeding" i giggle and wonder if Morpheus is on his way.

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