I find it curious that most of the posts (this, this, this, and this) I’ve put up today, and my commentary on them, resonate so strongly with two essays I have just now discovered. Synchronicity at work! For though they seem to come from different points of view, Tom Engelhardt and Janet Phelan converge in the infinite field of infinite possibility and joy that seems to be pulsing us, moment by moment, into expansion — despite our natural tendency to retract in “fear” at how the Matrix, which we saw first as a mere movie, is being inexorably revealed as all too real.
Which shall it be, the Blue pill or the Red? Take the blue pill and ignore what’s happening? Or dare to wake up. I have a feeling that, given the Jupiter/Sun/G.C. expansion now vibrating into the zeitgeist, that the Red Pill wins.
Morpheus: The Matrix is the world that has been pulled over your eyes to blind you from the truth.
Neo: What truth?
That you were born into bondage . . . a prison for the mind. This is your last chance. All I’m offering is the truth. Nothing more.