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Issue No. 8 - The Matrix
U P D A T E D :

Iraq War Truth

9-11 Truth

The Matrix Hides Electoral Fraud

Watch the Labels the Media Uses

The Media Matrix Hides a Party

When Morpheus Comes

Examining the London Bombings


The 'I' Word

Democrats Better 'Republicans' Than the Politicians in the GOP

We're All Paranoid

More Evidence of Vote Corruption

When Media Dogs Don't Bark

F E A T U R E S :

Behind the Veil of the Bush & Clinton Years

Entering the Era of Deep Politics

Liberating the Mind, Leaving the Matrix

The Military: An Interview with Stan Goff

Geopolitics: It's Now or Never for Washington

Finance: I Want the Earth, Plus 5%

Book Review: Confessions of An Economic Hit Man

Poem: The Four Horsemen of the Average Fixed Cost

 M A T R I X

Congressman (R) Asks If It Was All a Big Mistake

Congressman (D) Calls For Real 9-11 Hearings

L.A. Times: Is Al Qaeda Fake?

Miami Herald: 'Dean Scream' Was Fraud

Former CIA Condemns New 'Attack Matrix'

Together, We Moved Three Mountains

Media Whites Out Vote Fraud

New Poll Finds Bush Ideas Already Out of Step (Supposedly We Just Reelected Him)

Liberating the Mind, Leaving the Matrix

Imagine an uncle named Jim whom you don't like. Not that there is open animosity, just that the conversations around the dinner table always feel forced. His jokes are bad, his self-image is a bit inflated, and he never misses an opportunity to tell you how your parents failed to live up to their potential. He's a wealthy chap, and when your parents were still alive, he bailed them out of dire financial straits on several occasions, though never without strings attached. And sadly it was the weight of those attached strings that ultimately led to their demise. Now imagine Uncle Jim has suddenly died of a heart-attack. You are the oldest family member still alive, so here you are, at the funeral, delivering his eulogy.

Welcome to the world of voluntary self-censorship, a place where the mind turns into a world-class gymnast, twisting through the jungles of words and experiences with acrobatic grace. It's a place we've all visited, perhaps quite often, a place around which conversations revolve and from which relationships spring. Who could be blamed for not wanting to stay in this comfort zone, for giving a little extra attention to the fragile scaffold with which we build our hopes and dreams? Nobody wants to hear what a royal asshole Uncle Jim was.

A lot of theories are circulating these days about secret corporate conglomerates and think tanks practicing thought control and even creating a matrix within which the boundaries of acceptable thought and expression are defined. While in years past there may have been a poetic way to allude to Uncle Jim's bad temper (with a disarming joke to follow, of course), today in this brave new world our collective consciousness is more inclined to celebrate the good uncle's strong will and determination.

It is plausible that the mechanisms of a matrix are created by a few powerful people at the top, and are then leaked on down through the hierarchies of a "free" and absorbent society. For example, this trickling down of values and ideas might explain how the persistent demonization of our bodies and of all things natural, manufactured by a small minority at the top, could lead to such overblown popular outrage at the sight of Janet Jackson's breast. Weren't we all born with two nipples and haven't we all seen them? Aren't they the cute little glands that beautiful babies suck on so they can become healthy and productive adults? Why then is everybody so afraid of seeing them? How have we been programmed to become utterly obsessed with something so mundane?

Breast Exposure and Mind Control

All of this works both ways, of course. While all signals from above are tuned to non-breast frequencies, the channels of guns, bombs and national pride are set to full blast. It's hardly an enormous stretch of the imagination to link the new flood of Humvees on American streets to "think tank" philosophies of total domination, trickling down and leading to inflated military budgets, bigger and more brutal wars, and ultimately to a populace completely desensitized to images of bombings and torture. How have we been programmed to become so indifferent to war and its horrendous consequences?

There are over 6 billion female breasts on this earth, far more than all tanks, guns, and grenades combined. None of these breasts has ever killed or hurt anybody. To the contrary, it is on these breasts that each of us has found love, comfort and nurturing. Can you imagine what kind of world this could be if breasts and their contribution to humanity received proportional representation in our collective consciousness?

Are we all just pawns?

Do you get a sense of absurdity from that last paragraph? Does it strike you as odd, or even awkward, to read about the importance of breasts? I certainly felt a bit ridiculous writing it, and yet it strikes at the heart of our self-censorship, our fear to fall out of line, our embarrassment to say outrageous things even if they are true. Listening to my own thoughts, I hear: "Well son, there goes your chance of getting this baby published. If you could just tone it down a bit you could still get this into the mainstream media."

A crucial question arises: Are we all really just pawns in a bigger game played by a few powerful schemers? Are we all just passengers on an airplane, buckled tightly into our seat, grasping for the occasional comforting word through the intercom that the captain is in full control and will get us to our destination safely? Are there really limitations as to what we can think, say or believe? Do we have no choice but to celebrate Uncle Jim's misdeeds?

The answer to these questions is quite simple. And yet, it involves a very complex body part of ours that we seem to have very little knowledge of and control over: The brain.

Going Back to the Source of Thought

Just as our legs are made for walking and our stomachs are the containers and processors of sustenance, our brains produce thoughts. Some of them help us to function � to eat, to drink, to communicate � yet most of our thoughts are just random chatter drifting through our minds like lost ships in the night. While it feels natural for us to sit down and rest our legs after a long walk, for most of us the mind never turns off.

What makes our brains seem so complicated is that very rarely are we aware of the onslaught of thoughts that stumble through their labyrinths. Try to sit still for even just ten minutes and consciously witness every thought that is passing through, and you'll know what I'm talking about. If you don't do this carefully it might drive you nuts. Witness the repetition, the same old thoughts that keep coming up, again and again. Witness how one thought disappears abruptly, to be replaced by another. Like a dog chasing a stick, our mind clings on to thought patterns, until suddenly the crack of a can of dog-food diverts our attention to the next seductive sound or movement.

The think tanks, of course, have figured out that over 90 percent of our brain, if left to its own devices, behaves like a Golden Retriever. So they tie their agenda to a stick and keep throwing it. That's how advertising works. And of course the people at the top don't just advertise products; they advertise morals and ideas that most of us, since we've never been taught how to be aware of our own thoughts, run after like zealous little puppies. These morals and ideas are dressed up as Republican, Democrat, Christian or scientific. They approach us as belief, credo, statistic, or custom. Yet ultimately they're all stuck to the same bone we find ourselves gnawing on.

All of this originates in the fact that we Western societies have accepted as an unquestioned fact Descartes' axiom, "I think, therefore I am." We've taken this as common knowledge precisely because we've heard it over and over, just as the most chewed-up and slobbered-upon sticks are most attractive to our canine friends. Meanwhile our egos, in true self-fulfilling prophesy, have happily latched on to the theory that they're the crown of creation. Talk about a tail wagging the dog. If we only stop for a minute to become witness to ourselves, we immediately realize that thoughts are neither Truth nor the source of Being. Rather, they are just one of many tools we're equipped with to navigate our limitless, mysterious, and inexplicably beautiful higher selves through a temporary physical existence on planet earth.

So here we are, under the assumption that all the buzz constantly running through our heads somehow offers an explanation as to what really is and to who we really are. In reality, the buzz consists only of sound-byte banners of what we think is and, specifically, of who we think we are. By identifying our thoughts as ultimate truth and reality, we create in our minds fertile ground for any kind of matrix � regardless of what the parameters are and who sets them. It is our own minds that keep chasing that seemingly tasty bone.

The bad news is that we are collectively trapped in the matrix of our mind. This matrix keeps us chasing after self-imposed delusions. It feeds on our desires and fears. And then it turns around and feeds us more desires and fears. We keep wanting to chase after the stick for we are afraid to lose it. Likewise, the desire for Humvees and bigger military budgets is rooted in the fear that we might get bullied or terrorized. In Uncle Jim's case we feel the need to deliver a positive eulogy for fear of being different, of being chastised, of being punished. Our minds keep playing that same trick on us, over and over, keeping our thoughts on our fears and our desires. They are prey for even the most mediocre marketeer or propagandist.

Repossessing Our Minds

The good news is that we don't have to remain stuck in this game of run and fetch. We can leave the matrix. For beneath the convoluted house of cards that is our thoughts lies the incredibly simple essence of our true being. Let's call it the soul. There, deep inside ourselves, dwells true freedom, the freedom to watch the stick being thrown and the freedom to enjoy its twists and turns without having to run after it.

Deep down there also dwells ever-present knowledge that we are timeless souls traveling in temporary vessels. Death, our ultimate fear, our ultimate enemy when inserted into the chatter of our thoughts, is but a healthy part of the journey through the human body. While not always easy, death is a readily embraceable rite of passage. Understanding the power and grace of accepting our own mortality unravels so many of our other fears and desires as well. It allows us to deliver a respectful and truthful eulogy, taking away the gun powder of our minds that feeds the weapons of the matrix.

So how do we do it? How can we diffuse the explosive material carried by our thoughts, and step out of our own matrix and that of the think tanks?

The first, and probably most important understanding is that all change happens from within, and that we can only transcend any kind of societal matrix if we become aware of our own participation in it.

Secondly, once we realize that this important work takes place on the inside, we should feel comfortable dedicating more time to observing our own thoughts. The great thing about it is that we can do this at any time and in any place. We only need to be doing it purposefully and with full awareness. Call it your patriotic (or matriotic) duty.

Thirdly, once we are paying attention to all the voices in our head, it is important not to judge them. Just listen to the voices. Observe them. "Oh, here's a good thought � that's all right." Or "OK, there's a horrible thought � that's all right, too." If you start labeling your thoughts, remember that that's what thoughts do in the wild landscape of our mind, and say: "OK, now I'm labeling my thoughts � how interesting!"

It may seem a bit odd and simplistic to suggest that the numerous external problems facing humanity could be solved by just paying attention to our thoughts � that being mindful could be the most radical political action in the book. But think about it for a moment. (And yes, think clearly). To take responsibility for our own thought processes is to decentralize the monopolies that the think tanks and other elites exercise on our internal and external chatter, and to reclaim our own power to speak from a deeper, more authentic, more truthful place. To understand the workings of our own minds, and thus be able to touch the core of our own hearts is nothing short of revolutionary. This is where the greatest power lies.

And should we get chastised at Uncle Jim's funeral for being honest, we can be confident that the cries of outrage are primarily the aching wails of a crumbling matrix.

Sven Eberlein, a contributing editor at G&G, is a writer and musician who contemplates and meditates as part of his matriotic duty. Contact him at sven@garlicandgrass.org or www.chemystryset.com.


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