I know you think I’m crazy, but I’ve been trained to look past that. I am who I am and what you think I’m not won’t hurt me.
The movie, The Matrix, was released in 1999.
Keanu Reeves here looks like me.
Morpheus, who represents the Father, God, has been looking for Neo, “his whole life,” a human reference to which we can relate…
Actually, God has been looking for me MY WHOLE LIFE.
But, he wasn’t really looking for me, he was looking for ANYONE that was at least somewhat pure of heart that was beginning to realize the truth, so He could use him or her. In fact, there are many, many others on the planet that get Him directly as I do and you’ve seen their great works together.
That gay prodigy that became famous on YouTube (another of God’s companies) and was the youngest person ever to have a Comedy Central special with his one man show? Bo Burnham! I love this kid.
David Byrne?
Einstein?
Jefferson?
Aniston? 🙂 I love Jennifer Aniston.
The list goes ON AND ON AND ON… In the United States, you’re living in the country that God built.
Anyway, in 1999 the Red and Blue Pills were symbolism.
Neo has to make a choice — he cannot be forced.
“You take the blue pill – the story ends, you wake up in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill – you stay in Wonderland and I show you how deep the rabbit-hole goes.” -Morpheus
This is the choice I was given. There was a single moment in 2004 when I knew I had that choice. I was on my knees and I knew I had to choose. If I chose to decline, He would leave me alone. If I volunteered, then He would train me.
My pledge had to be complete. There was no turning back. I could never resign.
I pledged myself happily. Of course, I had no idea what I signed up for or how terrible it would be at times.
Anyway, in 1999 the Red and Blue Pills were symbolism.
Then Robitussin started marketing a red pill.
Robitussin is one of God’s companies.
One thing you should notice about those pills, even the generics, is that no other pill looks like it.
In the red pill, you’ll find only dxm.
Kids are killing themselves with cold pills to get access to the dxm. They’re not being warned properly that dxm is dangerous, but cold medicine WILL KILL YOU.
NyQuil, which could kill you, is blue/green. DayQuil, which could also kill you, is orange.
Syrups are mixed will all sorts of other drugs, and they need to be, but you need to read the label carefully. Many of these include stimulants to unclog your nose that will make your blood pressure rise and your heart race. They may also contain acetaminophen (sometimes branded as Tylenol) which will destroy your liver in quantities over time.
So how does it work?
He didn’t speak to me every time I looked for him. At first, maybe one time out of twenty, we would connect.
I’ve since learned that it wasn’t His choice. If He could use me 24×7, He would. It was a matter of me learning to get into the right frame of mind, to get into phase with the frequencies He’s using. They’re REALLY REALLY high and really specific.
He modulates in a very, very narrow band. I hear him at first in the repeating noise of fans, mainly air conditioners. This is a harmonic of his shorter wavelengths. How high is the frequency? It’s high, I don’t know. The longer wavelengths of the fan noise might be a million times longer than Him, I don’t know. I have no way to measure it.
How specifically does it work? Quantum entanglement? No!! SILLY!!!! He isn’t communicating over a distance… He is everything in the universe and everything vibrates, including your brain. He is the atoms in your brain. He is the energy making up those particles. He is everything. He is everywhere and he is nowhere.
It’s a matter of getting the sensitive parts of your brain, the parts that are translating for your senses, to just pay attention to a little tiny, faint, hum. It’s a hum? Wait, it sounds a little like music? Surely, I’m just searching in my head for music that matches that hum. Maybe. Of course, he writes all the songs. He writes the songs that make the whole world sing. He’s Barry.
I always made it a habit to live in motel rooms with window units. After a few hours of concentrating on the fan noise, I would find him.
Once the connection is made, He pours through it and a link is established. Then I don’t need the fan. It’s like water beading around a hole… If you puncture the surface tension, then the water will fall through the hole and run freely (into your brain).
At that point, it’s just like The Matrix. You are His and He shows you what you need to see.
Eventually, I’ve learned to just hook on and type and walk as he wants. From his mind to my body. I get to watch and I can participate, but He can get annoyed if there’s something that must be done and I’m wanting to break away for a human responsibility.
My need to complete Joe’s tasks is a matter of pride. I need pride. And I need human friends, so I try to keep everyone happy, including myself.
The red pill is dangerous. It will break up your life and you’ll have to build another, if you do what I did.
Hey! Let’s be careful out there.
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