Unplug from the Matrix

mind-uploadWhen I saw the movie, “The Matrix” I thought it was a fantastic study in science fiction, a metaphor, for the trance that has overtaken humanity, but now many years later I know better. Truth is stranger than fiction.

What if I were to tell you that the movie points to the underlying truth of the reality we are all immersed in? What if I were to tell you that we are collectively as a species plugged into a reality that has been constructed to keep us asleep and unconscious of what is really happening on a global scale to the earth and to all of humanity?

Don’t shut down, stay with me. You know in some dark recess of your mind that this is true. You have tried to deny what you already know. The stories that we have been told, the reasons and explanations that we have been given for why life is the way it is have had only one purpose, to keep us distracted and paralyzed.

From the cradle to the grave our life force has been extracted to fuel an illusion that serves one purpose only, to empower the creators of the simulation we are locked into, the program of fear and separation, greed, and hatred.

Stay with me. Do not shut down because it is easier to live the illusion than face the awful truth of the false reality we are immersed in.

Do you really believe that the supreme creator loves a select few of its children but hates every one else?

Do you really believe that we have the right to strip and pollute the natural world of its resources, to slaughter and kill other species for pleasure?

Do you really believe that our sole purpose for being alive in this world is to deny its beauty and goodness so that we may escape to some imaginary place in the sky?

Do you really believe that you are happy and fulfilled in your 9am to 5pm existence with 2.5 children, a picket fence and a mortgage whilst consuming this entire planet in an orgy of limitless consumption and greed?

I don’t think you really believe any of these things but you are too scared to stray outside of what you have been forced to believe. It is too fearsome to leave the herd and step outside the boundaries that have been created for us.

We are social creatures. We want to belong to the tribe. Evolution has bred us to stay together, to crave the love and support of each other. We want to belong, so we stay plugged into the group illusion.

I have good news. Even though we are in a trance like state of exhaustion from the constant fear and hatred that is thrown at us in the media, a glitch has appeared in the matrix. The illusion is beginning to fray at the edges.

Even though we are perpetually distracted by trivial pursuits from the fact that we are being poisoned slowly but surely by Franken-food, foul air and polluted waters, by the electromagnetic onslaught on our bodies from the proliferation of wireless devices and cell phone towers. Even thought the stress of daily living has reduced us to the walking dead, the illusion is dissolving.

Look around, and you will see the mirage fading in the distance. You will see that there are some who have already unplugged from the collective madness that envelops the world. Every day, there are some who are waking up out of the stupor that millennia of bludgeoning has reduced us to.

It is not too late. There is still time to save yourself and reclaim your life. It is hard, I know, but others have done it and you can too. How do you start? Believe nothing of what you see and hear that promotes victim-hood, lack, fear, and separation.

Unplug from the virtual reality where the program of the matrix is stored within the collective consciousness of humanity by coming out of your mind and centering in your body. Ground your consciousness into the planet, earth. Believe only what you know to be true in your heart, plug into its intuitive knowing of truth.

Move into the reality of limitless abundance and creativity that has always existed, the reality that we fell out of when we started to believe the lie. Believe against all odds that life is beautiful, that we are inextricably interwoven into the fabric of all that exists.

Believe that ALL is an expression of the Divine. End your ceaseless search for a god outside of you to rule you and accept the truth that you are the sovereign creator of your own life because you have been endowed with the greatest gift of all, free will.

In this day choose to separate from the herd and unplug from the illusion. You will not be left behind. You will not be abandoned. You will join the community of new earth where we are supported in all things as we become the embodiment of the love that we BE.

 

 

 

 

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The breaking point that initiated my Soul’s Evolution

I was a practicing general surgeon, a Fellow of the American College of Surgeons, just returned from a College conference. I stood with beer in hand at the edge of a concrete slab that my husband was constructing to extend the deck of our home.

It was evening and as I looked at the lights shining in the windows, I ruminated. I had placed myself on surgical call the very next day after my return and I thought to myself, “Cheryl why don’t you ever give yourself a break?”

With that thought I unconsciously took a step backwards into thin air. In my mind’s eye I saw the fall in slow motion as I landed on my left side on a stone wall and felt my ribs crack and break.

I crawled back to the house and was taken to the hospital’s emergency room. After XR confirmed that the three broken ribs on my left side had not punctured my lung, I insisted on going home.

I was forced to lay on my back in bed while my ribs healed and of course immediately started to anticipate how soon I could get back to work. I figured two to three weeks tops.

During those interminable hours in bed I also started to muse. Why did this event occur? I was an only child, who never did anything risky, no accidents, never a broken bone. This accident had to be deeply meaningful.

It finally began to dawn upon me that my life was severely out of balance. I had chosen to become a general surgeon to prove to myself and everybody else that I was “good enough, smart enough and brave enough” to justify my existence.

I chose the most male dominated career that I could conceive of doing because I wanted to be aligned with the ones who held the power in this world. I would not stand with the weak and powerless, the feminine.

True to type I was back at work in three weeks, driving myself relentlessly but I also started a quest to discover the disowned and rejected parts of myself.

I read Carl Gustav Jung and was intrigued by his ideas of archetypes and the collective consciousness and the role of symbols in the unconscious mind. I followed the work of his students as they delved deep into the archetype of the Divine Feminine. I looked at cultures where the feminine was still honored, in Hinduism, and other indigenous belief systems.

As the years passed I came to realize that my need to prove myself worthy of existing started in the womb of my mother. I was born into a fundamental religious family. My mother, the last of 16 children conceived me out of wedlock to a lover who abandoned her and so I was formed in a womb of shame, guilt, and “not good enough.”

I came to see that the world in which I was born had been invaded by the Patriarchal Judeo-Christian-Muslim religion that is based on the great Lie and deception of Original Sin and the need for Redemption.

This doctrine had enslaved humanity for the past two thousand years by the most brutal means possible, torture, murder, and mind control. It became apparent to me that this ‘God” was not the supreme creator but a ruthless madman aimed at destroying humanity and the world through the suppression, dis-empowerment and exile of the Divine Feminine.

 

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Twelve years after that fateful accident still immersed in my career, doing what was expected, my husband was diagnosed with end stage cancer. I quit my job to be at his side. He died a year and a half later. This was not supposed to happen. This was not to be my life, yet it was.

I went into retreat to heal my soul and again to find the answer to why? Two years later I was introduced to John Lamb Lash’s work, “Not in his Image”. It took almost a year to get through it but at the end I understood that I had been born for this. I would write a short mythic tale of the Fallen Goddess as told by the Gnostics and as presented by John Lash.

I would help to bring back into the collective consciousness of humanity another story to usher in the reemergence of the Divine Feminine to heal our souls and restore sanity to humanity gone mad in a frenzy of self hatred, hell bent on destroying themselves, and the planet, our mother Gaia.

It has been said that your greatest wound is your greatest gift and so it is that I offer my gift to humanity.