The Matrix That Eats People

Now is a very good time to disconnect from the mirage

As I walk in the streets of New York, I see zombies. Lots of zombies. They are walking, talking, carrying grocery bags, picking up their dogs’ poop, getting drunk in bars, wearing trendy boots—all while living out of their bodies, body here, soul somewhere else. I am tripping from looking at them, born for beauty, born for aliveness, then zombified. Their soul-absent chitchat about nothing is almost eerie. They are out of their bodies, like headless chickens, but they are walking, unaware.

We all live in a zombie maker! Our society is a man-eating machine, a vampiring vortex with dispensers of pain relievers for those who has the money to pay. This arrangement is usually hidden from the younger people thanks to a lack of experience, noise and distractions. It is also hidden from the rich because the rich can afford an alternative chamber in the Matrix with a very large TV broadcasting very enticing plots—and that chamber keeps them cozily important and entertained… until it does not.  

The machine is fake, it’s not real, and there comes a point in time when the artificial plot runs out even for the rich, when the TV breaks in pieces, and the sheltered ones get to see the face of the machine, too—just like the demented elderly shipped to nursing homes suddenly do, just like the people murdered in hospitals during the COVID era did.

Yes, there is a machine. No, it doesn’t love us. And the earlier we figure it out, the earlier we go through the process that starts with the horror of realization and then transforms us into our real non-zombie selves, the better chance we have to escape the machine!

The machine reprograms the sacred “spiritual interface”

Here’s how the machine does it, in oversimplified terms. We, human beings, exist in many dimensions. When we come to this world, we come with very complex abilities to connect to other people and the spiritual world. It is very beautiful and divine and meant to help us live our lives in a meaningful way.

The metaphorical vampires who’ve designed the society of today for their vampiring needs have it so that instead of connecting to the things that are spiritually nourishing (relationships, awe of beauty, honest intellectual pursuits, doing meaningful work, etc.) people connect to various ‘artificial spirits”: ideologies,  dogmas, subcultures, “art scenes,” political camps, news cycles, and—most recently—just electronic devices that “serve” us other people’s emotions, information about the world, food, taxis, banking, geographical orientation, and a number of other things that make up “life.”

If you were to visualize it, you would see souls being sucked out of people. This “rerouting” of soul energy creates invisible pain. It creates an addition to various artificial spirits to distract from the pain. Take the pain reliever from a zombie, and you’ll have a very angry zombie on your hands, because … pain!  

Eating young people: a crime that goes on and on

A tremendous amount of young people’s energy gets eaten by the machine. It is not a new phenomenon, it’s an old one.  Dim-eyed, irritated elders of today are the eaten youth of a few decades ago!

Walking in the streets of New York, you just see and hear life being wasted away. All the lies the young people are told by the grownups, all the useless trends they meticulously live by, all the status symbols they work to buy, all the efforts they put into pleasing others—it is very heartbreaking to see what the machine does to them.

All those things, yes. All the conversations about extremely adult and serious marketing projects at work (as if they are real), all the selfies, all the boots and skirts that meet the fashion requirements but don’t bring love, all the symbols that they are emotionally preoccupied with because those symbols make up the important plot of their lives… and so, office day by office day, bar outing by bar outing, their precious life energy is being siphoned away to feed the matrix…. Then one day some years from now they will  suddenly feel old and cheated—but by that time, there will be new suckers competing for recognition inside the hamster wheel! Hey it’s a wheel, it keeps spinning! It’s a wheel….  

Composite beings

We are composite beings who exist in many dimensions. Imagine a Lego that is built from bricks that are all alive—and that are held together by the all-mysterious power of love. That is a fairly precise description of us. Furthermore, every brick is also composite, and its parts are also alive and composite and held together by the power of love. And those, parts, too—and on, and on, and on, to the tiniest particle of love!

That, I believe, is what is really implied when Buddhists talk about “emptiness.” Things are not empty in the English sense of things, everything is not empty but a composite multi-cloud of love—and for that reason, it is impossible to draw a definitive contour around anything as different parts keep moving and stretching into different dimensions, and that is true of our parts in the “material” world (things that we can see or touch, such as the cells and the microbes inside us) and in the “spiritual” world (things we can only feel—but they are as real as anything physical, and maybe more real).

Emotional physics and the sadness of the great reset

Being complex in this way, we really connect to all sorts of things, whether we know it or not. We float in “clouds” of our own and other people’s energy, like animated electrical fields. And we feel things!

Here is a few examples of such “electrical fields.” In the classic marketing brochure for America, there is a particular energy of “satisfying consumerism.” it is really an artificial spirit, a case of bait and switch-- but because it has been so ubiquitous and so heavily promoted for a few decades (between 1945 and 2001), it became the feel of “America.” It’s “secure.” It’s familiar. It’s predictable. It feels abundant, and it kind of was. And it’s also an energy, a “field” that is being currently destructed by the masters—painfully so--because it was never real or meant to last in the first place.

We can feel those “fields,” and our reactions are often in response to what we feel in other dimensions, with our reasoning being a cart behind the donkey that merely pretends to be the donkey in front of the cart. It’s the energy we are reacting too!

Here is a petty example. In New York, in  Chinatown, there is a small park. Once you walk in the park, you are not in “America.” The energy is completely different. It is all people from China living like they live in China. They are talking to each other about each other in their own language, they don’t give a crap about the energy of the American machine. They don’t give a crap about you, either, and you feel it, you feel that they don’t give a crap about you, they are not connected to the field you are connected to. It’s the feeling of your utter irrelevance that is annoying. It’s the feeling of your utter invisibility and isolation that makes you angry at the “foreigners.” It’s a clash of electrical fields…

Or another example. On my block, there is now a migrant center.  Currently, the migrants are mostly from West Africa. They are lean, impoverished, hungry, with foreign-smelling sweat, with a completely different facial expression (not spoiled in the American way), and with no experience of American “wealth.” It’s a very different energy comparing to the aging masked punks and complacent weekend bar goers in my hood. And, from the feel of it, just like the Chinese park goers, they are in their own world. Their “electrical field” is completely different from the electricity of the area as it used to be, and by the power of numbers, they are changing the electricity of my block to the feel of the impoverished “developing world.”  You can feel the change, the loss, the decay.  You can feel it. It’s a feeling in the air.

The ironic part is that it’s not those migrants who are creating the loss, it’s the masters upstairs. It’s the masters upstairs who are “taking back” what they “gave” to us earlier,  in this case, the artificial spirit of a well-fed, shallow American life.  It’s been fake all along but, let’s face it, it’s been fake, it has been a very convenient mirage but it came with perks! And right now, because the foreigners’ “vibe” is so different from “ours” in an immediately palpable way, it is easy to distract the formerly affluent (and currently suffering) citizens with the symbolism of a demographic shift and make us focus on the foreigners instead of the very sadistic masters upstairs.

Way Out

I believe that the way out is to go through the pain of “rerouting” ourselves back to the sacred. I don’t mean it in a fancy pants way, I mean it in a way that is  very mysterious, not easy, and fully alive.

Imagine how you would feel about yourself if all “toys” were taken away? Who are you? What is important to you? What are your needs? Are all the things you think about on a daily basis really yours? What are you here for? If tomorrow were your last day on Earth, what would you be in a hurry to do today? Whom would you love? Whom would you want to look at face to face? What would you cry about? Whom would you want to tell what?

Start with that thought process. It’s a very difficult thought process, and most of us avoid it like plague for as long as we can. But it can destroy the filters of the artificial spirits and start us on a journey home.

Home, home, where everything is magical, and everything is real.

Home. We are on our way home.

On Loving Our Elders

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