If you’ve ever watched Neo, Trinity, and Morpheus battle the mechanistic darkness in “The Matrix” by the Wachowski siblings, the following tale will feel strangely familiar. It is at once “a new story and the oldest story” one that re‑emerges in every age, in every genre, in every tongue.
It is told in Plato’s Cave.
It echoes in Joseph Campbell’s Hero’s Journey.
It whispers like a splinter in the mind.
It is the myth of awakening.
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The Call to Adventure
Before we set out, pause. Breathe. Relax. You’ve done this before.
Though you may not recall, you are a perennial survivor. You have already faced death and returned — before birth, during the perilous passage down the birth canal, and in the countless little deaths and rebirths since.
So buckle up, my friend. This is the ride of a lifetime. And remember: “Ask, and it shall be given.” There is always light at the end of the tunnel.
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The Ancient Diagnosis
The alchemists of old saw something most could not. They noticed that the majority of human beings live like “automatons” - puppet‑people, sleepwalkers, the walking dead.
These sleepwalkers were not born this way. They were “infantilised, dehumanised, and diminished” - stripped of their sovereign capacity for independent thought, empathy, compassion for one another, reverence for Mother Earth, and creative agency.
Their eyes are clouded, their souls dimmed, their wills bound. They are driven by two forces:
1. “Primal Instincts” - the archaic animal drives of tooth and claw, necessary for survival but blind to love; and
2. Artificial Programs - belief‑scripts inserted by others before they had the will to resist, operating below awareness, dictating what can and cannot be done.
These programs function like “hypnotic trances”. They are enforced by internal policemen - prison guards beneath the radar of consciousness. You know them by the sickening dread that arises whenever you dare to question the rules.
The guards wield two weapons:
“Fear” for disobedience.
“Pleasure” as a meagre reward for compliance.
And so the deal was struck - not by you, but on your behalf, when you were too young to object. Your very soul was mortgaged to overlords who authored the story. Parents, teachers, leaders - often unwittingly - became accomplices in installing the programs.
A horrific story, yes?
And yet, at some deep level, you know it to be true.
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The Dilemna
“We cannot escape a prison until we know we are in one.”
The false pleasures and perpetual fears keep our heads bowed at the trough, living a half‑life, blind to the luminosity of existence. We mistake shadows for substance.
But sometimes - through longing, suffering, or grace - a crack appears. A yearning awakens: “There must be something more.”
And when we glimpse the prison walls, panic may rise:
What now? Who can guide me? How do I escape?
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The Secret
Breathe. Relax. You are not alone. Guides are here. Allies surround you.
And here is the paradox: “there is nothing to do.”
Nowhere to go.
No self to improve.
The solution is already woven into the predicament. To awaken, simply notice. Accept the dilemma. Trust the process.
Life is not something you pass through.
Life is passing through you.
Open. Let it flow.
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The Revelation
That which you seek, you already are.
Love is already carrying you home.
Look closely:
You are already Here.
Already Now.
Arise. Awaken. See.
When have you experienced a story of escape, liberation, new found freedom in your Life?
Leave a comment. Share your story. We’d love to hear from you…
~ “The Street Alchemist”
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You’re right, I enjoyed your words and your thoughts. As an ex- Taswegian, I remember the escaping of the island when I was 18. The mainland was so enticing and offered so much more variety of things. Including better weather, where I could wear just shirts and a tank top as a travelling bass player in a full time band. Performing four nights a week (Gladstone or Townsville) and camping on an island because we could for the other three days. I broke the convict shackles and have never looked back at Van Deiman’s Land the same anymore. I broke free in that moment, awake, aware and ready to create a new life. Many lives. Many experiences. Many beautiful memories. Even the bad ones. I’m here, still in a state of wonder, curiosity and love and breathing until I can’t breath anymore.
Life is too short, and we deal with that each in our own way. Pass the Dubai chocolate please lol