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“I do like not knowing where I’m going, wandering in strange woods, whistling and following bread crumbs.”
The pills have appeared three times to me in the last week. Blue and red. Why are there no other colours?
The Matrix. The Wilds. The Umbrella Academy.
Each plays with the metaphor of truth versus conditioned belief.
Maya, the illusion, in continuity or the general nature of the mind to seek and ask questions. Critical analysis and propulsion towards the source of something more significant than the description you constructed for yourself with a side of cream and sugar.
I watch the birds each morning, and it reminds me of the final scene of Matrix Resurrections. They swim in loops in the golden sky. It’s not a glitch in code. It’s breakfast.
I have to know when I’m conducting stories and when to let go of the false narrative and see what is actually happening. Conspiracy theories; birds flying every morning at daybreak are not a deja vu and a cause for concern.
There’s a third pill, what I am calling the purple pill, that belongs to the rebel. The purple pill is for those who refuse the blue and red pill- they want to be separate from the crowd and define their own way of being in the world.
Contrary to commonality, civilization, and enlightenment- they are not spiritual. They are not seekers. They are truth-takers. What is, is not revealed- it is created and assumed.
The mystery is the madness, and the purple pill guarantees that you are still in control, whereas the blue pill hands it over to society to take care of you- the state- and the red pill is the unknown.
Purple-pill takers cannot submit to the uncertainty, though they are too wise for the vacuum. They’re too intelligent.
The wellspring of humanity and what is created when we touch the source. With the red pill- the quest of the artist, scientist, and philosopher- the consumer must devote themselves to their discovery. The narrative shifts from being about them to the greater good.
Soma is the elixir from Brave New World. The blue pill is dogma and requires no thinking or feeling. The consumer is numb to reality and contented with superficial pleasures.
It is healthy to doubt- to push back at the common thoughts and ideas. To ascertain and establish a different outcome. Look past what is visually expressed and see what lies beyond the light.
The investigation of the shadow is a large part of the philosophical inquiry. It’s the impasse of the mind between conscious and unconscious thought patterns.
What is revealed through the shadow is unpleasant. Ugly. Unashamed. Unexpected.
Purple-pill takers want to stay in control. Too wise for the blue pill and too critical for the red pill, they rest somewhere in between. Creating their own code of dogma and refusing to devote themselves to what they cannot see.
Purple-pill takers lack faith. Mystery evades.
The issue with the red pill for the purple pill takers is the lack of identity. To take the red pill means to offer all that you’ve constructed to something outside of yourself. You realize- there is NO SELF. In the ego sense- there is only one true Self.
The Divine.
The Teacher.
The God/Goddess.
Call it what you will.
The red pill presents the idea that you, as you are aware of yourself, do not exist- you do not matter- and are part of a much greater tale that you will not understand now or ever.
It is not for us to understand- and this is where faith and trust enter.
To relinquish your identity and all that you know to be true is terrifying.
You must leave the village compound and the safety of the tribe.
You must assume a position of total devotion to the cause, NOT a revolution.
My greatest lesson was learning that you cannot encourage people to take a pill. The red pill. It has to be offered. Received without fear or force. Like Love. It is best consumed through desire.
Philosophers keep seeking out an appetite to learn and reveal more of the world of symbols.
To scourge the psyche. It is no easy task.
If you do not know to look, how can you possibly understand what you are gazing upon?
There is a precious point of the mind where the questioning tips over into the answers, resulting in the Achilles of the wise. Those who know so much yet do not act on what they know. Theorizing and posterizing based on what they’ve read or gathered from observing the world around them.
You must act. You must devote yourself to the doing of existence. Good or bad do not exist. There is only the subjective opinion of the one or the many. What is good for one person may be a disaster for another. We do not know the full extent of our actions. We never will.
The red pill proclaims that there is a Truth and it is much grosser than our minds have the capacity to imagine.
Those who refuse the blue and red pills are the greatest posers. They see beyond the qualitative demands and stand above the masses. Asserting a Truth they do not embody in their totality. Fear presides the purple pill takers, though you would not know it to listen to them.
What do you follow- your head or your heart??
The red pill is of the heart-mind and guttural instincts.
The purple pill is of the mind and lacks embodiment.
The blue pill numbs both, body and mind.
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