The Matrix

I think I am in The Matrix sometimes, I very often think this is not real. And the Sun is one big lightbulb. That everyone around me is a paid actor, some get bigger roles and get to be in my life a lot.. then get time off when I am on holiday. Some get demoted from their roles when they do a bad job (no joking haha sorry friends). So say, this is the case and we live in the matrix, then the Sun would indeed shine just for me, wouldn’t it?

I don’t think it’s just me in this though, I think we are all each others extras (that’s how they get away with not paying us). Anyway, I do think that. A perfect choreography of synchronicities and ‘chance’ encounters; flow of energy; exchange of wisdom, of pain, of laughters and lessons. I think we are all in it. A big experiment… I don’t think this actually, I know. I know because if you look closely there is signs, there is guidance, it has been laid out there for you, for us. Because sometimes, how literal things are is almost funny, because the synchronicities are unreal. Too perfect. Scripted..

Do I mind? Does it bother me? Not one bit, I love it.

Why does it not bother me? Because look around! It’s a hell of a set! Look at the nature, the landscapes, the wildlife… Look at all the other characters involved and the depths of their personas; the motives of their actions; the complexities of each train of thought. All different, all unique. Who cares if it’s all a simulation, is it Art. And I like living it, not watching it, not hearing it. LIVING IT. I like being able to feel it, on my skin, on my body… freshly washed sheets; the smell of wildflowers; this gel pen moving on paper; and the heat of the sun on my face, probably leaving the mark of my sunglasses stamped on my skin for a few days. How could I not love this? Who cares about control or power- I got enough power and that is the control of my own life: it’s the capacity to manifest, to wish, to hope, to work until something becomes true. The power to tangibly make change, to paint, to write, to create, to grow food and then make meals with it.

Every action is change, every action is affecting the environment, the land and the other people.. in a minor way sometimes and sometimes much bigger. And sometimes you will never find out what this impact was.

That crystal that you lost by the Gallos statue yesterday. Maybe it’ll be found by another soul tomorrow, a soul looking for a sign from the universe, a soul that needs a reason to see beauty again. And then ‘your’ Fluorite from Glastonbury will be the perfect healing stone for them.

Or maybe nobody will find it, and it will be blown into the sea. And then it will disintegrate through the power of the waves into sand with other rocks: some local and some, like yours, foreign. So was your crystal really lost? Forgotten? Or just relocated? Not all those who wander are lost… And now this sand will be a mix of these magical stones, with history of their own, dating back centuries, long before you. You could even compare time and space and say that ‘your time’ with this Fluorite is comparable to the size of a grain of sand in the ocean bed.

Conversation with collective nature’s consiousness