The Path of Contemplation
[from the shadow worlds - Sha'Tara]
Wisdom: "One is fortress only when one. Two is breached."
In the movie "The Matrix" the unaware and reluctant "Avatar" Neo is faced with a choice should he wish to enter the path of truth: to take the blue pill or the red one. The red one tears him out of his semi-comfortable illusion of reality to be confronted by the truth of the Matrix. The blue pill returns him to his comfort zone where he comes to realize that he really does not want answers to his annoying questions.
He takes the red pill. Everything changes. He enters a world where all but a few misfits are his enemies, or better put, his enemy. All but the half-dozen survivors on Morpheus' ship (and others in some city they dub Zion) are elements of the Matrix, feeding it; protecting it; defending it. Its agents, masquerading as human beings, filled with fear and hate, are capable of only one thing: to destroy whatever won't let itself be used as fodder for the Matrix.
Well, surely that is just science fiction? This bears no resemblance to Earthian life on this planet, how could it? Utterly ridiculous. How could our religious, legislative and financial systems be other than benevolent institutions installed by God - or whomever you wish to substitute for that sobriquet - to look after life on earth, particularly the life that belongs to those who support these institutions? Come on, we're in good hands. As the sign on a church proclaimed yesterday: "I want to hold the hand of Him who holds the world." Why belabor the obvious you silly pedagogues? Aren't you already holding that hand?
What happens when you take the red pill? All of that wonderful illusion shatters. Behind the smoke and mirrors stands a very vulnerable and miserable little wizard whose only power lies in lies! What happens when you confront the soldiers, the fire, the noise, all that bluster? When a George Bush no longer holds the scepter to the most powerful empire-kingdom on the planet, but is an ordinary Earthian with all the advanced debilitating symptoms that characterize the aging programmed performer whose stand-up comedy routines are followed by a cheap and scratchy old laugh track?
The first thing that happens is, you want to laugh, out of sheer relief. That is, until you realize that unmasking the wizard changes nothing in the fabric of the Matrix. It has a life of its own and the people who depend on it are all out there fervently following, imitating and defending. The wizard is really no longer necessary. You can take "God" out of the Earthian equation anytime: so many facets of it have penetrated into the various institutions, it cannot be destroyed at the source: it no longer needs one. Now you are in a Quixotic world where each windmill flays its arms to the streaming of the Matrix. Each windmill is God. And every grain of cereal bagged and carried to the mill for crushing into meal and flour will, in an instant, jump from the bag to defend the mill. Once you've seen this, you don't feel like laughing anymore.
I have seen it and I don't feel like laughing at all. I feel an overwhelming desire to run and hide. To somehow pretend I never took the red pill. I want to go to sleep, encounter no dreams, and wake up in a normal world where everything is exactly as it seems. But..."If I say, "Surely the darkness will hide me and the light become night around me, even the darkness will not be dark to you; the night will shine like the day, for darkness is as light to you. [...]
And let's not omit the dreadful corollary to this awareness: "Do I not hate those who hate you, O LORD, and abhor those who rise up against you? I have nothing but hatred for them; I count them my enemies." " [excerpts from Psalms 139 - The Bible]
Substitute "Matrix" for "LORD" and what do you see?
So it is within the Matrix. Wonder not religious people cannot live in peace, cannot fulfill the simple commands of their Avatars; cannot, ever, understand the concept of universal compassion. For the Matrix drives them to protect, defend, and attack. All that is not of their belief; all that would oppose their particular windmill, is of the Enemy. Everybody is a recruit for Homeland Security, Inc.
Of necessity, as long as earth is within the tentacles of the Matrix, it remains a war zone. The only way out of this dilemma is by taking the red pill. But the problem with that is, this is not a drug of denial but a universal antidote for all the drugs the Matrix put in the blue pill. The sudden clarity caused by taking the red pill quickly turns the stark and harsh reality that springs to the mind's eye to excruciating sorrow.
Contemplation is the red pill that opens the mind's eye. It creates an awareness of the One. It does not empower. It does not do miracles. It opens a channel for the truth that cannot be closed. A path that only the self-empowered can walk, and that, only, and ever, alone.
Then why, you will ask, do you insist on sharing these thoughts with us?
And I say to you, because I have seen the heart of compassion and whatever good thing I find, I will share with as many as will let me.
Because you are entitled to encounter other points of view than those that come through your normal Matrix-programmed channels.
Because with these shadow-thoughts you remain free to make your own choice when you are confronted with Morpheus and his damned pills of truth or consequences.
Because if I do not share these thoughts then your power to choose shrinks considerably, for what reality do your choices contain within the thought-web of the Matrix?
Because you can shut me off any time you desire and no one will chase you to re-open this link.
Until you also partake of the communion of the red pill. Then everything will change. Then you will have our own thoughts and I will disappear. You will be alone, standing among a multitude that cannot see you. And they will be to you as a sword in your heart and yet you will love them. From the deepest parts of your being, because you understand them better than they understand themselves.