Disabling the Matrix / Chapter 7 / Riddles

Chapter 7


I finished shopping and returned to where I had parked my car. But my car is not there. I figure I may be in the wrong block. I retrace my steps to verify my whereabouts. No, I am not lost, this is the right place, but my car is not there. Anxiously I surveyed the neighborhood. Then I awake and realize it is a dream.
I didn’t wake up in my bed. I awoke in the dream. Now I know I am dreaming, and my anguish disappears. My car is not lost. I am not lost. I am awake in a dream. Now I enjoy the situation. With not a worry in the world, I strode on.

We do this every day. We are not awake when we wake up every morning and think this dream is reality. We are thinking. And we think continuously to make it real. But it is not. As long as the dream substitutes reality, we won’t see what is real, and we’ll think we lost our car and worry about myriad things.
To realize we are not lost, we must pay attention. Since this is our collective dream, our car may be gone, and we will call the police and make a report. But whatever happens we won’t worry for long because even from a collective dream, we will awake. Take your challenge: wake up and enjoy this dream or improve the nightmare that we may have dreamed.

Is this a dream?
This experience occurred in Mexico a few years ago. Bear with me while I explain:
I am looking for a dentist in earnest (not using painkillers). Miss Nessie, the manager of my apartment complex, recommended this dentist and gave me directions to his office.
I arrive at the address. As explained, there is a hardware store to my left, and catty-cornered stands the doctor’s office. But I cross the street and find a gym instead. I can hear people working out behind a folding wooden screen, and I see a schedule and flyers advertising upcoming events nailed to the screen. Dumbfounded, I stare at everything.
And I cross the street back to the opposite corner to figure things out. I may have made a mistake, although I am sure I have the right corner because the main street is one block in the opposite direction. I must find that dentist, so I resolved to check all immediate corners.

I started walking to the right and surveyed all four corners (both blocks), flanking the given address. When returning from the opposite direction, and not having found a single dentist, I decided to ask at the hardware store; they should know if he exists.
When they told me that his office stood right across the street, I refused to believe them. I tried to explain that I had just been there:
“He must have moved,” I said “. . . there’s a gym there.”
“No, no, no,” they insisted, pointing at it, “that’s his office.”
I wouldn’t have dared to argue with them; it’s their town. But I had just been there. So, reluctantly, I walked across the street again, thinking that the doctor perhaps shared his office with the gym, and I would see his office as soon as I entered.
The missing folding screen and absence of any flyers about coming workouts or events took me aback. Instead, I found a door ajar, leading to a small waiting room; chairs edged the walls, and nailed to the door, a protruding sign displayed the doctor’s name.
So, I ask you, “What is reality?

Weeks later, riddled with curiosity, I surveyed the area again. Lo and behold! I walked one block down from the doctor’s office to find the gym. But that particular day, it wasn’t there. That day, I inspected every corner (especially that one) thoroughly. I know what I saw. Remember, I was not on a Sunday stroll; I needed a dentist. Maybe we have alternate universes that somehow, sometimes overlap. According to researcher Billy Carson, we are living in a multidimensional universe with at least eleven dimensions: https://youtube.com/shorts/f3gobdK0P3Y?feature=share

And it once happened in a guest house in India that I couldn’t find a towel. I finally found it under my blanket. I folded it and placed it on the bed.
After I shower I usually use two towels. The one in the shower room I hang and leave behind. But the towel I had just recovered, folded, and left on my bed to finish drying myself vanished. Again, I looked everywhere. Nothing else had disappeared. My computer and phone were visible. Only the towel I had just found and placed on the bed dematerialised.
After searching, convinced that I wouldn’t find the towel, I did an internet search. I found two similar cases:
One in which someone found his keys (days later) in a location in which he never placed them. In the second occurrence, a nightgown hung on a hanger, ready for nightclubbing. It disappeared. It reappeared a few days later in the closet.

Not only do towels disappear, but people do too. I found that from 1940 to 1950, several people disappeared in the Bennington Triangle, Vermont, never to be found. In New York, 1975, Martha Wright stepped out of her car in the Lincoln Tunnel to help her husband clear the condensation in the windows. She vanished. There was no sign of violence to suggest foul play.
And in Mount Shasta, Washington, Carl Sanders hiked ahead of his friends to meet at an arranged spot. He also disappeared. The search parties found nothing.
Portals? Stargates?

A Bennington Triangle experience:
“It was, he said, a disorienting experience. Though he felt he was sticking to the path, he became confused. His car, which he thought to be less than a mile away, turned out to be six or seven miles out. Retracing his steps, he found that the trail appeared entirely different, with fallen trees and other markings he didn’t remember being there previously.
“Right before I lost the trail, everything like crescendoed [sic] into this weird sort of dizzying confusion,” Singley said. “It just suddenly got dark, and then it was like, ‘Where am I? What’s going on?’ I was totally lost.”—Robert Singley, article by Jake Rossen
On October 10, 2010, a whole village disappeared in the Shaanxi province, near the Qinling Mountains in China, not far from a nuclear facility. The inhabitants of Xian Yang, a nearby town, noticed strange lights at about 10 o’clock that night. The glowing objects seemed to be rotating. The display of lights lasted for about two hours. The villagers vanished forever, all gone.
http://www.latest-ufo-sightings.net/2010/10/ufo-caused-entire-village-to-disappear.html UFOs? Perhaps they were carried to safety, away from the nuclear plant.

Crop Circles: https://youtu.be/a9WNFqo2zQI

Crop circles, called Devil’s Mowing in years long past due to their unexplained origins, have appeared since the 1600s. The Nature Journal mentioned them in the 1800s. Some crop circles have been made by pranksters, but not all. Italian inventor, Umberto Baudo says:
“Crop circles: the media and science treats this phenomenon subtly, but it is of great importance for humanity. Only those who study it seriously can understand that it is not a joke. After a long and exhausting study, I can demonstrate that many of these crop patterns are not man-made. Since the beginning of my research, I noticed they were technical drawings which show us new ways to produce free energy.” Source: https://youtu.be/r4fIaT89R-w
Beings with advanced knowledge of complex mathematics make some of these crop circles. And some are blueprints of magnetic motors and free energy devices. Maybe they mean to help us. But don’t they know that our roads to free energy are blocked, and many of our researchers and scientists perish assassinated by the ruling class? Are they accomplices?
Alan Holt, a project manager for NASA, visited Wiltshire in Southwest England in the year 2000, and (while in the crop circle fields) he asked the crop artist to show him something which might help his research into “advanced transport field physics.” Two days later, a diagram of “the magnetic field near a bar magnet” appeared in crops at Avebury, Wiltshire.

Tartaria (a lost empire) is a riddle indeed.
During the 16th century, crop circles already sprouted on sowed fields. But in most places, people still traveled on horseback, stagecoaches, and sailboats. This lifestyle endured until about 200 years ago. Gasoline cars only started to appear in the early 1900s.
So who built some of the impressive, old buildings that are still standing? Was there a mud flood around 300 years ago? Where did the hundreds of orphaned children come from? A reset? Are we overlapping dimensions? We are living in extraordinary times.

Mud flood??? How is it possible?

To delve deeper into the mysteriously lost empire of Tartaria: https://odysee.com/@WallieBuddz:8/Our-Buried-Past-The-Mud-Flood:6?r=AZbFrCxjhhHyr94gNLRKDkdP8DrDyXuj and https://youtu.be/mk2Q6Vsph7s  (Jon Levi)

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On the stupidity of humanity’s belief systems and our contradictory behavior (the greatest riddles), shamans say that it happens because we are prey. They expose the predators: the mud shadows, inorganic beings who feed on our energy and keep us ignorant, arrogant, and underdeveloped.
Could the mud shadows be the same as the archons of gnostics teachings? Don Juan introduced them to the terrified Castaneda as the flyers: They are big, black shadows that jump through the air. They pounce upon us to devour our energy. They are described in The Active Side of Infinity by Carlos Castaneda: https://youtu.be/p9KIu8QYSyk
My Chapter on Mud Shadows:
https://rioguzman.com/2013/01/07/free-chapter-the-eye-of-the-dragon-enjoy/, The Eye of the Dragon: Stalking Castaneda

An excerpt from Possession and Predation:
“Of course, nothing indicates that all the manifestations of human contact with extraterrestrial entities is parasitical and negative. But it would serve us well to understand those cases that are. “Whatever the case, parasitism and predation resemble a kind of psychological warfare of which the aims are not known, but which deserves to be taken very seriously, without making a mental illness out of it.
  “It is probable that the flyers, Archons, Greys, fairies, djinns and other demonic-type entities are all part of the same taxonomy, the same array of mysterious forces able to interfere with us and yet, somehow, transcend the normal dimensions in which we live.”— Alain Gossens, Possession and Predation

Although I have never seen Flyers, I have encountered mysterious inorganic beings that can communicate with us. They long for our energy, and some of them are hostile.
The gnostics who directed the Mystery Schools of the Near East in antiquity taught that the true mind of human beings is part of the cosmic intelligence pervading nature. But due to the intrusion of the Archons, this “native mind” can be subverted and even occupied by another mind.
But here is where I go back to basics: the ego is a master at deception—a liar, and the father of them. Let me quote from the paragraph above: “But due to the intrusion of the archons, this native mind can be subverted . . .” this is exactly what the ego does. It occupies and subverts our minds. That is why Don Juan tells Castaneda (when facing the mud shadows) not to be afraid but to keep his inner silence so the flyer will leave.

I am not denying the existence of the flyers. I saw a picture once (taken with an infrared camera) in which two creatures resembling amoebas hovered in our atmosphere. They were not visible to the naked eye, but the unknown entities were there. Were they archons?
But we are giving too much importance to these miserable parasites, disregarding our most ubiquitous and damaging enemy: our egomania. Our hubris delivers us to our nemesis: the archons and the ruling class. Sharing their egomania, we participate in their charade. We applaud King Charles and vote for his minions.
It is our ego that makes us prey. If we unmask the imposter, if we relocate it to its rightful place (gatekeeper), we will be invulnerable—no more karma. If we awake we will understand that all organic or inorganic forces attacking us will fail repelled by our inner balance. Our strength does not reside in our minds but in our hearts—I am referring to our psychic hearts located beside our physical ones, the one connected to Spirit.

A story about Buddha says that once one of his students, who had limited intelligence and was unable to understand the teachings despaired in frustration while being rejected by the sangha. When shamefully escorted out by his brother, the Buddha noticed and figured out what occurred.
He approached the two men. His brother explained his inability to remember a mantra, let alone chant one, and that he was taking him home. The Buddha intervened and took him to a small stupa where two monks were sweeping.
The Buddha explained to the impaired young monk that he only had to keep his attention on the broom as it moved back and forth. And he told the two monks to please keep sweeping until his return. When he returned the three monks had attained enlightenment.

Now, I understand that this may be a didactic story, not an actual event; but the fact remains that our mind is a two-edged sword that requires discipline. If not, our ego will will gain control and release all our future fears and past misdeeds, spawning the negative energy and attitude our enemies crave. And pertinent to my point: our ego is not indigenous to us; it forms around the age of two or three when we start identifying objects separate from us. That is the moment when the lady that lifts you becomes your mother—another human being. Or the structure you are under becomes a table or a chair, displaying separation. And the ego (I) is born. According to shamans, it forms to help us navigate and interrelate in the world of form. But it rebels and instead of remaining a helpful guardian, it becomes a despotic guard. It will impersonate us. And gradually, it will make us believe it is us. It is not: it is only the gatekeeper of a dream, the collective dream. We are the dreamers.

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Chapters 1 and 2: https://rioguzman.com/2023/02/25/dreaming-the-script-the-way-out-chapter-1/


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