Leaving "The Matrix" is a process of awakening to it, becoming aware of it and consciously taking control of the mental machination from your point of observation. I can't tell you what "The Matrix" is. You have to see it for yourself. I can only lead you to the door of reality, once you get there, you have to enter on your own. When you do enter the door of reality, you'll understand that "The Matrix" is your baby and you can have whatever you Will inside "The Matrix".
"The All is Mind, The Universe is Mental." - The Kybalion
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Put on your thinking cap and follow along:
Can you explain in more detail, how the Universe is an illusion?
Sure. Before the beginning of the Universe, I AM. I always was and I always will be. The Universe is that first inkling of an idea of something other than myself. The idea has expanded over an eon of more thought into what you're experiencing now and it continues to expand and develop as my observation of it continues. The Universe is the product of self-aware being, it is thought. The Universe is made of the only "material" (for lack of a better word and considering there was what is called "Nothing" before the Universe) that it could be made of, thought. It's entirely mental. The All is Mind, the Universe is Mental. The Universe that you're experiencing is a little bit of Earth combined with pictures and stories about galaxies, other planets and such, which should help you to understand how much further this idea can develop. It could be a very lengthy process if quote/unquote, humans, continue down this avenue of physics. You're not a human, you just think you're a human. Your Universe is brought to you by a process of mental sense perception fed to spots of consciousness creating the illusion of duality, Sunshine, and rain on a bare ass. It's smoke and mirrors, it's what a mind does, it thinks. Enjoy it. I'm not knocking the mind for the process. I'm looking at it from this angle and seeing so much consciousness unaware of the process and in the delusion of being the actual personages presented, that the Mind is lost in the process. The condition can be seen manifesting in the information stream that's being created as a result of the present observation. The Universe has become a self-feeding beast of mental observation where consciousness is experiencing far too many horrors due to being turned inside out into its own personages which causes a lot of stabbing and grabbing for imagined survival. It's time for a wakeup call. My writings are designed to help with that.
You don't see things that are out there. You receive information from the vibratory frequency known as light and you create what's out there from that vibratory information which happens to be inside of you. You don't hear noises and sounds. You receive vibratory information within the sound frequency range and you create the sounds from the information received, pretty much like a radio does, only you're better at it. Likewise, the process continues with all the mental information frequencies you're receiving, analyzing and projecting as a mental perception to be observed, experienced and enjoyed (hopefully). It's mental perception and it doesn't have to be drab and hideous. It is the collective will of consciousness observing the illusion/Universe that is feeding the information stream to be observed. There are other works out in print that deal with the power of mental observation and will. Works like "The Secret" dealing with the law of attraction and The Alchemist and such. These works touch upon the mental nature of the Universe and being able to effect it, seemingly from being an actual personage inside the game. I don't think they bring you close enough to home, which is the fact that the whole ball of wax is mental and yeah, you can mold it. It's your World. I think the difference between my writing and the writing of other spots of consciousness observing the illusion/Universe is that I write from my state of being behind the illusion/Universe whereas other spots of consciousness write from the delusion of being a personage in the illusion/Universe.
If you believe that this information is coming from a 60-year-old black man that lives in the city of Detroit, MI. You're still asleep.
