The Seven Pillars of the Matrix

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“No one is more of a slave than he who thinks himself free without being so.”
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Contemporary baptized, corporatized and sanitized man rarely has the occasion to question his identity, and when he does a typical response might be, “I am product manager for a large retail chain, married to Betty, father of Johnny, a Democrat, Steelers fan and a Lutheran.”

His answers imply not only his beliefs but the many responsibilities, rules and restrictions he is subjected to. Few if any of these were ever negotiated- they were imposed on him yet he still considers himself free.

But is free the right adjective for him, or would modern domesticated simian be more apt? He has been told what to do, believe, think and feel since he can remember. A very clever rancher has bred billions of these creatures around the globe and created the most profitable livestock imaginable. They work for him, fight for him, die for him, believe his wildest tales, laugh at his jokes and rarely get out of line. When domesticated man does break one of the rules there are armies, jailers, psychiatrists and bureaucrats prepared to kill, incarcerate, drug or hound the transgressor into submission.

One of the most fascinating aspects of domesticated man’s predicament is that he never looks at the cattle, sheep and pigs who wind up on his plate and make the very simple deduction that he is just a talking version of them, corralled and shepherded through his entire life. How is this accomplished? Only animals that live in hierarchical groups can be dominated by man. The trick is to fool the animal into believing that the leader of the pack or herd is the person who is domesticating them. Once this is accomplished the animal is under full control of its homo sapien master. The domesticated man is no different, originally organized in groups with a clear hierarchy and maximum size of 150- it was easy to replace the leader of these smaller groups with one overarching figure such as God, King, President, CEO etc.

The methodology for creating this exceptionally loyal and obedient modern breed, homo domesticus, can be described as having seven pillars from which an immense matrix captures the talking simians and their conscious minds and hooks them into a complex mesh from which few ever escape. The system is so advanced that those who do untangle themselves and cut their way out of the net are immediately branded as mentally ill, anti-social, or simply losers who can’t accept the ‘complexity of modern life’, i.e. conspiracy nuts.

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Plato described this brilliantly in his Allegory of the Cave, where people only see man made shadows of objects, institutions, Gods and ideas:

“–Behold! human beings living in an underground cave…here they have been from their childhood…necks chained so that they cannot move, and can only see before them. Above and behind them a fire is blazing at a distance…the screen which marionette players have in front of them, over which they show the puppets… and they see only their own shadows, or the shadows of one another, which the fire throws on the opposite wall…”

It began with the word, which forever changed the ability of men to manipulate each other. Before language, every sensation was directly felt through the senses without the filter of words. But somewhere around 50,000 years ago language began to replace reality and the first pieces of code were put in place for the creation of the Matrix. As soon as the words began to flow the world was split, and from that fracturing was born man’s angst and slavery. The words separated us from who we really were, creating the first screen onto which the images from Plato’s cave were cast. Gurdjieff said it well, “Identifying is the chief obstacle to self-remembering. A man who identifies with anything is unable to remember himself.”

It’s no accident that in Hesiod’s ages of man the Golden Age knew no agriculture, which appeared in the Silver age, and by the time we reach the Bronze age the dominant theme is toil and strife. The two key elements to the enslavement of man were clearly language and agriculture. In the hunter gatherer society, taking out the boss was no more complicated than landing a well placed fastball to the head. Only since the advent of farming was the possibility of creating full time enforcers and propagandists made possible, and hence enslavement inevitable.

The search for enlightenment rarely if ever bears fruits in those temples of words, our schools and universities. Almost all traditions point to isolation and silence as the only paths to awakening; they are the true antidotes to modern slavery. As Aristotle wrote, “Whosoever is delighted in solitude is either a wild beast or a god.”

So from the institution from which we are mercilessly bombarded with words and enslaved to time, we begin our descent through the seven layers of the Matrix.

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There are things we are born able to do like eating, laughing and crying and others we pick up without much of an effort such as walking, speaking and fighting, but without strict institutional education there is no way that we can ever become a functioning member of the Matrix. We must be indoctrinated, sent to Matrix boot camp, which of course is school. How else could you take a hunter and turn him into a corporate slave, submissive to clocks, countless bosses, monotony and uniformity?

Children naturally know who they are, they have no existential angst, but schools immediately begin driving home the point of schedules, rules, lists and grades which inevitably lead the students to the concept of who they aren’t. We drill the little ones until they learn to count money, tell time, measure progress, stand in line, keep silent and endure submission. They learn they aren’t free and they are separated from everyone else and the world itself by a myriad of divides, names and languages.

It can’t be stressed enough how much education is simply inculcating people with the clock and the idea of a forced identity. What child when she first goes to school isn’t taken back to hear herself referred to by her full name?

It’s not as if language itself isn’t sufficiently abstract- nothing must be left without a category. Suzy can’t just be Suzy- she is a citizen of a country and a state, a member of a religion and a product of a civilization, many of which have flags, mascots, armies, uniforms, currencies and languages. Once all the mascots, tag lines and corporate creeds are learned, then history can begin to be taught. The great epic myths invented and conveniently woven into the archetypes which have come down through the ages cement this matrix into the child’s mind.

Even the language that she speaks without effort must be deconstructed for her. An apple will never again be just an apple- it will become a noun, a subject, or an object. Nothing will be left untouched, all must be ripped apart and explained back to the child in Matrixese.

We are taught almost nothing useful during the twelve or so years that we are institutionalized and conditioned for slavery- not how to cook, farm, hunt, build, gather, laugh or play. We are only taught how to live by a clock and conform to institutionalized behaviors that make for solid careers as slaveocrats.

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In the countries that claim to be democratic the concept of a government created to serve the people is often espoused. Government, and the laws they create and enforce are institutionalized social control for the benefit of those who have seized power. This has always been the case and always will be. In the pre-democratic era it was much clearer to recognize who had power, but the genius of massive democratic states are the layers upon layers of corporatocracy and special interests which so brilliantly conceal the identify of those who really manage the massive apparatus of control.

The functions of the state are so well esconded in dogmatic versions of history taught in schools that almost no one questions why we need anything beyond the bare essentials of government to maintain order in the post-industrial age. The history classes never point the finger at the governments themselves as the propagators and instigators of war, genocide, starvation and corruption. In Hollywood’s version of history, the one most people absorb, ‘good’ governments are always portrayed as fighting ‘bad’ ones. We have yet to see a film where all the people on both sides simply disengage from their governments and ignore the calls to violence.

The state apparatus is based on law, which is a contract between the people and an organism created to administer common necessities- an exchange of sovereignty between the people and the state. This sounds reasonable, but when one looks at the mass slaughters of the 20th century, almost without exception, the perpetrators are the states themselves.

The loss of human freedom is the only birthright offered to the citizens of the modern nation. There is never a choice. It is spun as a freedom and a privilege when it is in fact indentured servitude to the state apparatus and the corporatocracy that controls it.

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Patriotism is pure abstraction, a completely artificial mechanism of social control. People are taught to value their compatriots above and beyond those of their own ethnic background, race or religion. The organic bonds are to be shed in favor of the great corporate state. From infancy children are indoctrinated like Pavlov’s dogs to worship the paraphernalia of the state and see it as a mystical demigod.

What is a country? Using the United States as example, what actually is this entity? Is it the USPS, the FDA, or the CIA? Does loving one’s country mean one should love the IRS and the NSA? Should we feel differently about someone if they are from Vancouver instead of Seattle? Loving a state is the same as loving a corporation, except with the corporations there is still no stigma attached to not showing overt sentimental devotion to their brands and fortunately, at least for the moment, we are not obligated at birth to pay them for a lifetime of services, most of which we neither need nor want.

Flags, the Hollywood version of history and presidential worship are drilled into us to maintain the illusion of the ‘other’ and force the ‘foreigner/terrorist/extremist’ to wear the stigma of our projections. The archaic tribal energy that united small bands and helped them to fend off wild beasts and hungry hoards has been converted into a magic wand for the masters of the matrix. Flags are waved, and we respond like hungry Labradors jumping at a juicy prime rib swinging before our noses. Sentimental statist propaganda is simply the mouthguard used to soften the jolt of our collective electroshock therapy.

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As powerful as the patriotic sects are, there has always been a need for something higher. Religion comes from the Latin ‘re-ligare’ and it means to reconnect. But reconnect to what? The question before all religions is, what have we been disconnected from? The indoctrination and alienation of becoming a card carrying slave has a cost; the level of abstraction and the disconnect from any semblance of humanity converts people into nihilistic robots. No amount of patriotic fervor can replace having a soul. The flags and history lessons can only give a momentary reprieve to the emptiness of the Matrix and that’s why the priests are needed.

The original spiritual connection man had with the universe began to dissolve into duality with the onset of language, and by the time cities and standing armies arrived he was in need of a reconnection, and thus we get our faith based religions. Faith in the religious experiences of sages, or as William James put it, faith in someone else’s ability to connect. Of course the liturgies of our mainstream religions offer some solace and connection, but in general they simply provide the glue for the Matrix. A brief perusal of the news will clearly show that their ‘God’ seems most comfortable amidst the killing fields.

If we focus on the Abrahamic religions, we have a god much like the state, one who needs to be loved. He is also jealous of the other supposedly non-existent gods and is as sociopathic as the governments who adore him. He wipes out his enemies with floods and angels of death just as the governments who pander to him annihilate us with cultural revolutions, atom bombs, television and napalm. Their anthem is, “Love your country, it’s flag, its history, and the God who created it all”- an ethos force fed to each new generation.

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The sad thing about circus is that it’s generally not even entertaining. The slaves are told it’s time for some fun and they move in hordes to fill stadiums, clubs, cinemas or simply to stare into their electrical devices believing that they are are being entertained by vulgar propaganda.

As long as homo domesticus goes into the appropriate corral, jumps when she is told to and agrees wholeheartedly that she is having fun, than she is a good slave worthy of her two days off a week and fifteen days vacation at the designated farm where she is milked of any excess gold she might have accumulated during the year. Once she is too old to work and put to pasture, holes are strategically placed in her vicinity so she and her husband can spend their last few dollars trying to get a small white ball into them.

On a daily basis, after the caffeinated maximum effort has been squeezed out of her, she is placed in front of a screen, given the Matrix approved beverage (alcohol), and re-indoctrinated for several hours before starting the whole cycle over again. God forbid anyone ever took a hallucinogen and had an original thought. We are, thankfully, protected from any substances that might actually wake us up and are encouraged stick to the booze. The matrix loves coffee in the morning, alcohol in the evening and never an authentic thought in between.

On a more primal level we are entranced with the contours of the perfect body and dream of ‘perfect love’, where our days will be filled with soft caresses, sweet words and Hollywood drama. This is maybe the most sublime of the Matrix’s snares, as Venus’s charms can be so convincing one willingly abandons all for her devious promise. Romantic love is dangled like bait, selling us down the path of sentimentally coated lies and mindless consumerism.

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Money is their most brilliant accomplishment. Billions of people spend most of their waking lives either acquiring it or spending it without ever understanding what it actually is. In this hologram of a world, the only thing one can do without money is breath. For almost every other human activity they want currency, from eating and drinking to clothing oneself and finding a partner. Religion came from innate spirituality and patriotism from the tribe, but money they invented themselves- the most fantastic and effective of all their tools of domestication.

They have convinced the slaves that money actually has some intrinsic value, since at some point in the past it actually did. Once they were finally able to disconnect money completely from anything other than their computers, they finally took complete control, locked the last gate and electrified all the fences. They ingeniously print it up out of the nothing and loan it with interest in order for 18-year-olds to spend four years drinking and memorizing propaganda as they begin a financial indebtedness that will most likely never end.

By the time the typical American is thirty the debt is mounted so high that they abandon any hope of ever being free of it and embrace their mortgages, credit cards, student loans and car loans as gifts from a sugar daddy. What they rarely asks themselves is why they must work to make money while banks can simply create it with a few key strokes. If they printed out notes on their HP’s and loaned them with interest to their neighbors, they would wind up in a penitentiary, but not our friends on Wall Street- they do just that and wind up pulling the strings in the White House. The genius of the money scam is how obvious it is. When people are told that banks create money out of nothing and are paid interest for it the good folks are left incredulous. “It can’t be that simple!” And therein lies the rub- no one wants to believe that they have been enslaved so easily .

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“Culture is the effort to hold back the mystery, and replace it with a mythology.”
Terence McKenna

As Terence loved to say, “Culture is not your friend.” It exists as a buffer to authentic experience. As they created larger and larger communities, they replaced the direct spiritual experience of the shaman with priestly religion. Drum beats and sweat were exchanged for digitized, corporatized noise. Local tales got replaced by Hollywood blockbusters, critical thinking with academic dogma.

If money is the shackles of the matrix, culture is its operating system. Filtered, centralized, incredibly manipulative, it glues all their myths together into one massive narrative of social control from which only the bravest of souls ever try to escape. It’s relatively simple to see the manipulation when one looks at patriotism, religion or money. But when taken as a whole, our culture seems as natural and timeless as the air we breathe, so intertwined with our self conception it is often hard to see where we individually finish and our culture begins.

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Some might ask why this all-pervasive network of control isn’t talked about or discussed by our ‘great minds’. Pre-Socratic scholar Peter Kingsley explains it well:

“Everything becomes clear once we accept the fact that scholarship as a whole is not concerned with finding, or even looking for, the truth. That’s just a decorative appearance. It’s simply concerned with protecting us from truths that might endanger our security; and it does so by perpetuating our collective illusions on a much deeper level than individual scholars are aware of.”

Whoever discovered water, it certainly wasn’t a fish. To leave the ‘water’, or Plato’s cave takes courage and the knowledge that there is something beyond the web of control. Over 2,300 hundred years ago Plato described the process of leaving the Matrix in the Allegory of the Cave as a slow, excruciating process akin to walking out onto a sunny beach after spending years in a basement watching Kabuki.

How can this awakening be explained? How do you describe the feeling of swimming in the ocean at dusk to someone who as never even seen water? You can’t, but what you can do is crack open a window for them and if enough windows are opened, the illusion begins to lose its luster.

About the Author

Robert Bonomo is a blogger, novelist and esotericist. Download his latest novel, Your Love Incomplete, for free here.

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The Blue Gang – World’s Most Dangerous Gang!

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There’s nothing more shocking than the first time the police beat the shit out of you. It’s happened to me several times, and I’ll tell you about it. Protect and serve in a Police State is not what cops do.

The first time was 1975.  A new neighbor I recently met, (I had just gotten out of the Army and met him a couple weeks earlier), asked me if I wanted to ride to Florida with him, I didn’t have anything better to do, so hell yeah, let’s go see the ocean. I did not know he had just robbed a convenience store. We got about 10 miles out of town, if that, when it seemed like a thousand police cars were behind us, in front of us, and beside us. He pulled over, thank god! They put us both in handcuffs and he went in a police car. I stood there and somehow by then the police cars, from several departments and sevral cities, had me in the middle of a circle of cop cars. It was night time and the head honcho said, “OK kill your headlights.” All the cops turned off their car headlights. They then started asking me where the gun was. I said I didn’t know what they were talking about, and the beating began. I was still handcuffued. They began pulling my long hair, cops hated long hair in the 70s. My head was being pounded on the trunk of a squad car. They took one of those long heavy  flashlights and held my head on the trunk to try breaking my nose with the flashlight. I was bleeding, but my nose didn’t break. Then they tightened the cuffs and tried pulling my thumbs up, trying to break them. They kept saying they’d tell the judge I ran from them and slipped in the mud and hurt myself. After 5-10 minutes, who knows, one said they (my thumbs) are not going to break, but they sure swelled the hell up for the next month. They put me in a car and took me to a detective’s office for further questioning. The Dick believed me and I gave me a ride home.  The other guy went to prison (Mansfield Prison for 2 to 10 years). No lawyer would touch it, one told me, “Who’s the judge going to believe? He’s going to believe the police.” There were no video cams back then. Just my word against their’s. No case. Just live and learn. Man up. Piises me off. Also, I had just earlier eaten some blonde hash and my buzz was ruined to the max.

I really didn’t believe cops behaved this way. I was truly shocked, and very pissed off. I soon came to realize this was normal activity. The brother of my friend was shot to death by  cops, by ‘accident.’ The next time was when my ex, who wasn’t an ex at the time, came to pick me up at my buddy’s apt where I stayed after we had split up for a week or so. She just showed up and wanted to take me home. Little did I know she had been drinking and took a qualude 714. Naturally she passed out while driving, ran over a fire hydrant and wrecked into something that stopped the car, and me not wearing a seat belt, (it wasn’t the law then), I was thrown forward and hit my head on the windshield and was knocked back down to the seat sideways. The door flew open and a pig grabbed my long hair, pulled me out of the car and swung me in circles by the hair. They started hitting me in the gut with billy clubs until a crowd appeared. I screamed out to leave me alone, that I was just a passenger. They noticed the crowd and stopped beating me. I’m still like, WTF? They seemed to gently take her to jail, then to shake off their adrenaline they beat me up. Or maybe it was just for kicks. I don’t understand this kinf of thinking. A toughed up Barney Fife with a gun and ego syndrome. Bunch of wimpy state sponsored thugs. The Blue Gang. Maybe I should have just cut my hair. Nah, fuck ’em, ”felt lettin’ my freak flag fly.”

I have cop friends now, and my nephew is a cop, but they’re good cops. Not even cops, they’re policemen. There’s a difference. A policeman acts like a human being. But most of them are cops, crooked bastards with no heart that never get in trouble for breaking the same laws they arrest others for breaking. They drink and drive with impunity. They do drugs. The beat their wives at a higher rate than any other section of the population. They bully others, and are bad fathers. I can still smell the mace from a rock concert where they arrested Grace Slick onstage and stopped the concert to incite a riot to stop the rock concerts at this venue. Too many rich fuckers didn’t like rock concerts in their neighborhood. Problem solved. They do what they’re told, without question or discernment.

The last time was really weird. My ex used to call 911 and pretend I was hitting her. She is manipulating and a perpetual fake  victim. She used to tell me horror stories about her first husband, then said it about me when married and after, and now says it about her own brother who she lives with. “He’s beating me” is her mantra. She would do this so she could spend the night with a boyfriend, but I didn’t know that till later. She’d 9/11 my ass at the drop of a hat. If she lost a card game or an argument. Look up ‘pyscho bitch’ in the dictionary and her picture is there. A couple weeks before the Xmas of 1998 she went off. Drunk and crazy she just decided to call the pigs. We were not even arguing. Therefore, instead of leaving before they came, figuring they’d see she was nuts and know I did nothng, I sat on the couch and waited for them.

When they got there all was calm. They were believing me, but one of us either had to leave or be arrested, as that was policy on domestic violence calls to 911. They explained to her that if she filed a complaint on me that she too would be written up for domestic violence. It was all going to be dropped if one of us I left the house for the night. I said I would and lit up a cigarette.  A Pig told me to put it out. My thinking is MY house, I can smoke if I want to. WRONG! 6 pigs standing there while the fucker jumps me and they all join in and start kicking and punching me. My wife yelled out that I’d just had back surgery to please stop. Instead they started kicking me in the back. I was handcuffed and taken to jail for resisting arrest. The pig wanted total control of me and was pissed I didn’t put my cigarette out as he demanded.

The really fucked up part is, after two weeks my court appointed idiot lawyer came to me on Xmas eve and said they’d let me go home if I pleaded guilty. I told the lawyer I didn’t do anything wrong and he said the pig wrote a report saying I kicked HIM in the stomach. I was flabbergasted. “That’s the first I heard of that,” I told the lawyer and said that was ridiculous and I told him what did happen, and he said, “well who’s the judge going to believe, you or the police?” Little did I know at the time, but I’m sure my ‘court appointed’ lawyer must have known, was that a grand jury gave me a ‘no bill.’  A grand jury heard the ‘evidence’ and they didn’t believe the Blue Gang or my insane wife, but I didn’t know this and I wanted to see my 3 little kids on Xmas,  not thinking about the permanent record for life thingy, I pleaded guilty to get out of that hell hole after 2 weeks. That’s how they play the game. Truth, justice and the American way is propaganda.

We live in a national Police State. Cops with a high IQ are not allowed to be cops, because they might have the ability to think critically and thus be good cops and not serve and protect just certain people and beat, jail and/or kill others. This is not a joke, you have to be stupid to be a pig. It’s the law. The pigs, the Army, redneck hippy haters, cheating employees, drunken dad, crazy wife, they all had my body but they never took my spirit. Karma will kick them in the ass, but in the meantime certain people will continue to suffer at the hands of stupid cops. Serpico is not where I live, or where you live eaither. Good cops do not squeel on bad cops. We have no rights, we never did. It’s just a lie that peole who don’t get brutalized by the pigs believe. They don’t even think it happens. “Well you MUST have done something to deserve it” is their reasoning, and I was like that myself. I get how they think, that’s why I was completely shocked the first time it happened to me.

We have the highest percent of the population in prison than any other country in the world. Privatized prisons was a great idea, wasn’t it? Chase that money you corporate bullies. They’re just swinging on the Devil’s Johnson thinking they’re Tarzan.

And I just had to get that off my chest. Cheers.

 

 

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