This is part three of a series which I started writing after I had strange and prophetic a dream with a mysterious cloaked figure, a Mantid Universal Master who has begun to instruct me on the final stages of my journey as a sorceress/seer. While I have not seen my Mantid teacher since the dream, I find myself receiving instant access to much needed information from a variety of sources all at once. This massive Gnostic download has given me the ability to put together some of the missing pieces of the puzzle as to the nature of the Matrix system. Some of these pieces I have written about in the first and second articles , such as the origins of the Matrix, the Death Defiers, the fragmenting of our Souls by the Archons, the Matrix as a food chain, the 2D nature of physical reality, Stalking versus Dreaming, Matrix 3 and a strange godlike figure known as Prime Man.
In this article I’d like to start with observing a distinct similarity between alien abduction experiences and the way we perceive Matrix 1 (the physical) in an effort to better explain how we operate in the physical universe.
ALL OUR MEMORIES ARE SCREEN MEMORIES
According to definition, a screen memory is, “a false or distorted memory that an individual believes is a memory of an alien abduction, but which serves to mask or alter a different, often more traumatic experience […].”
I’ll give you an example from the famous 1961 Betty and Barney Hill abduction case.
“In Betty and Barney Hill’s telling, they had been driving through New Hampshire when they noticed a strange, bright star in the sky. The star seemed to follow them, leading Betty to believe that it was not a star at all. Then, when they pulled over to get a closer look, Barney thought he saw figures sitting inside a craft — staring down at them. The couple then lost consciousness. Two hours later, they woke up 35 miles away with only a vague sense that they’d had an alien encounter.”
The couple sought the help of a renowned psychiatrist Benjamin Simon to recover the real memory of the event. Under hypnosis, Betty and Barney uncover the real details of the encounter where they are led into a metallic space craft, underwent invasive alien medical exams, and were shown a map of the stars by the humanoid creatures.
From AI: “In the context of the Betty and Barney Hill case, the "screen memory" is the initial, fragmented recollection of seeing a strange light, which is replaced by the more traumatic and detailed memory of the abduction and examination under hypnosis. In abduction lore, this screen memory is considered to have been deliberately implanted by the aliens to mask the true, more frightening events.”
I’m using the example of screen memories not to coerce you into believing in alien abductions, but to illustrate how our perception can hide the reality of traumatic or incomprehensible situations from us behind a benign illusion. Our minds are mysterious and powerful concealers.
Just like the Hills, our minds are constantly generating screen memories to shield us from the truth. When I achieved Gnosis, I was able to peel back the layer of the illusory screen and what I found underneath was horrifying. In truth, this place is a hellscape where souls are subjected to bizarre and unimaginable horrors on a daily basis. The most traumatic events are hidden behind the most bland, common everyday experiences. Death is lurking behind jokes, hostile entities appear as mundane objects, enemies put on the masks of our closest family and friends, deadly encounters are disguised as “fun” social events, and the list goes on. Not everything is terrible here, of course, but whatever is wholesome about humanity is twisted into chains that enslave us. Our wings are clipped at every turn to make us docile, stupid creatures, easily exploited by the creator of the Matrix and his henchmen.
Only the most resilient of seers can bear to see what is underneath the illusion of the physical realm, because one glance at it would make any normal person immediately throw themselves off the nearest tall building. In an attempt to protect our sanity, we shield our minds from the worst of what is happening to us by creating a screen of something familiar, explainable, and even comforting.
Every single experience we have in physical reality is a “screen memory.” Limiting ourselves to only perceiving the “screen” keeps us trapped in the Matrix. We cannot fight what we cannot perceive. Gnosis is the ability to see beyond the screen and reclaim our real sight and our real memories.
THE KINDERGARTEN TEACHER AND THE ROOKIE COP
According to the ancient sorceric Toltec traditions documented in Carlos Castaneda’s books, our consciousness is divided into a left and right side awareness. This division also has been called female and male in other gnostic traditions, or as the dichotomy between the Spirit (right side) and the Soul (left side). I have been able to corroborate this astonishing division in our awareness, but discovering it inside myself was no simple feat.
During my first Gnosis, I experienced a split in my consciousness where I became aware of two distinct “personalities” inside my mind. The two personalities seemed diametrically opposed in terms of their goals. On the left side, I experienced a harsh and “female” scolding voice which, unchallenged, appeared to have been directing my life and activities for a long time. On the right side, I experienced a stern, yet reasonable, overprotective “masculine” voice, which had been squashed and censored into silence by the more domineering left side. I once saw a post on X where someone compared women in authority to that of a perpetual kindergarten teacher, and men to that of a rookie cop. This is exactly what both of these voices sounded like inside my head, an insufferable preachy “girlboss” and a bumbling, incompetent rent-a-cop.
The effect of discovering these diametrically opposed forces was revelatory, but also quite painful. By recognizing the previously silent right side awareness, I brought it out of its banished state and began listening to what it had to say. This irritated the left side awareness greatly and the two began to squabble over how I was to conduct my thoughts and my affairs.
One night, as I lay in bed with these warring entities in my mind, I realized I was in danger of becoming truly insane. I was so terrified, I actually pulled the covers up over my head like a little child. Finally, at a loss as to what to do, I went downstairs to have a cigarette on the back patio. As I stood there smoking, my mind became extremely calm and the madness and terror I was experiencing dissipated. It was then I realized that I was holding my cigarette in the right hand, thereby activating the right side awareness. Out of curiosity, I experimented by transferring the cigarette to the left hand and the chaos inside my head promptly returned! I traded the cigarette back and forth, from hand to hand, until I understood that I had to deal with each voice separately, instead of letting them duke it out themselves. With this new understanding, I finished my smoke and went back up to my bedroom.
While I had been smoking my cigarette, I had found a third, deeper consciousness, that I used to mediate the war going on in my head. This is what the author of A Wake Up Call calls the Real I. From this third, unbiased position of the Real I, I attempted to try and reconcile the obvious differences in opinions the left and right side had. I took a sheet of notebook paper and drew a line down the middle, on either side of the paper, in the respective columns, I wrote down all the important areas of my life: school, work, residence etc. As I went down the list of topics, I asked each respective side to weigh in on what they thought I should do.
The first problem was my residence. I had evacuated my apartment during the crisis of Gnosis and gone to stay temporarily with my friend’s parents, a kindly old hippy couple who had seen many strange things I’m sure. To my great fortune, they pretty much accepted me without question when I turned up on their doorstep in a disarrayed state. The right and left side agreed that I could go back to my apartment. This was good, I wanted to return to my apartment as soon as possible.
The next issue was work. Again, both sides agreed that I could work, but I should choose a job which was easy and low investment since my personality had become so disassembled during Gnosis, I probably wouldn’t be able to handle the pressure of anything too demanding. I offered bartending as an option and both sides agreed that this was an ok compromise. (I did indeed become a bartender shortly after this and they were correct, it was all I could handle.)
The third problem was much more complicated: school. I was in my junior year at an expensive private college where I was majoring in Journalism. I had taken a leave of absence from my classes during Gnosis. The right side asserted its dominance in a way I had never experienced before. Like a stern father, he insisted that I drop out of college immediately. The left side began to argue that by dropping out, I would just be adding my college degree to the list of things I had failed at in life. This was devastating to me because I agreed with the left side; I did have a long list of unfinished projects! Also, my ego had been set on getting a college degree as a way of finally legitimizing myself in society. The right side wouldn’t let up, he really put his foot down—I needed to drop out immediately. Finally, the left side conceded. The next day, I contacted the school and began a formal academic withdrawal.
Later, I would realize the absolute wisdom of the right side in doing this, but at the time, I couldn’t foresee how much I would appreciate that intervention. I felt like a failure for a long time.
After Gnosis, I was a mess. Physical reality was no longer the cohesive unified experience I was accustomed to, but one of duality, where I saw both the physical and nonphysical world at the same time. It felt like I was watching two movies playing simultaneously. The next seven years I spent uniting these two voices, the kindergarten teacher and the rookie cop. One day, something changed.
BANISHING THE FALSE SELF
I recently found this article called A Wake Up Call, which is a treatise on the false self. It’s extremely well written and I urge you to read it. The author pulls in information from a variety of sources on the topic of the human form, or the false self, an artificial constructed personality we acquire during our lives. Gnostics who wish to free themselves from the Matrix, must first destroy this false self construct, which is designed to turn him into a perfect host for a parasitic entity. Or a chicken on its way to the slaughterhouse. (The author refers to it as an Eagle in the chook yard.)
The second level of Gnosis deals directly with this false self construct, either banishing it entirely, or containing and commanding it. I’d like to add to the information in this article with my own first hand experience of losing the human form.
This false self isn’t something we are born with, it is implanted into us between the ages of 5-7 years old. The parasitic entities which control this Matrix lure or abduct the human Soul into the fourth dimension where they place the implant in our energetic bodies. Most of us have a screen memory of the implantation event, but we’ve either forgotten it or mistakenly catalogued it as a strange dream or a mildly unpleasant event from our childhood. The screen memory would involve being lured away, being jumped on or jumping onto someone, getting a sticky black substance on us like tar or mud, and the feeling of shame or guilt afterward. Sometimes a human may accidentally free themselves from this implant and they have to be reimplanted as adults. If you’d like to witness this yourself, this process happens in a giant mud pit inside of Mall World.
As we grow, the human form also grows with us, until it forms into our personality. This false personality dictates our every action, ensuring that we continually feed the parasite over the course of our lives by falling into energetic pitfalls over and over. The part of ourselves which could recognize the false self for what it is, is the right side of our awareness, our Spirit. The corrupted left side is our Soul, and it will not allow the right side to alert us to the danger, we continually fall into the energetic traps. Under the thumb of the domineering left side, the right side shrinks, becomes passive, weak, and emasculated, while the false self grows into an unbearable tyrant.
The human form is a sticky substance on our energetic body (black goo) and when we fight against it, it springs back into shape like a rubber band. The only fundamental changes we are allowed to make in our lives and personalities are ones that serve the parasite. The human form is responsible for every human obsession, stubborn bad habit, self defeating attitude, and self destructive behavior we have. And any attempt to change this fact will only result in an immediate snap back of the rubber band effect. By design!
Any activity which nourishes our Spirit instead of the parasite will cause a tension between the human form and its host as it strains to cling to the energetic body. During the years after my Gnosis, I found myself at a crossroads again and again. The information I was receiving from the physical world was completely contradictory to the information I was getting from the nonphysical. This created a dilemma inside of me, where the human form would try to direct my actions according to the illusions of the Matrix, but its system had been essentially broken. It no longer had a strong hold on the left side awareness because the right side awareness was countering its commands. Gradually, I found myself disobeying the false self to follow the guidance of the right side awareness, who had transformed from a rookie copy into a full fledge sheriff. Not only was he guiding me, but he had been restored to his intended position as protector. The left side, on the other hand, was no longer the insufferable school teacher. She brought feminine creativity and boundless exploration, but when her job was done, she must allow the right side to classify, categorize, and bring order to her perceptions.
I’ll give you an example.
From the perspective of the left side awareness, finishing college looked like a good thing! It was tied to my ego and my sense of accomplishment which were attached to my false self. I had always wanted to go to college, and after all, I was a 3.9 GPA student—I had something to prove! If I dropped out now, I wouldn’t even have a diploma to show for all my hard work.
All of this thinking was well and good until I attempted an academic withdrawal and came into contact with the upper management of the college. I was unable to attend classes due to “mental health” issues and I had dropped out in the first week of the semester. Surely, they would refund my tuition for the classes I missed in the fall semester, and I would reapply in the spring. The dean listened to my story and flat out refused to refund me, no exceptions. If I wasn’t paying them, I was nonexistent. This is the same college, mind you, that was receiving federal funds for allowing foreign students from certain Middle Eastern countries to attend for free. My eyes were opened. The whole thing was a scam and I was nothing but a source of cash for an institution that couldn’t care less whether I got my diploma or not. The right side had been correct all along.
Not only that, but come to find out that true Journalism didn’t even exist the way I had been taught. I would only realize this after I left college and realized that media was no longer reporting the news, but spewing out propaganda during the messy culture war in America. Had I stuck it out and gotten my degree, I would have been in massive student loan debt, with no real career ahead of me in my chosen field.
Once we start disobeying the human form, the tension increases, but it always pulls us back like a rubber band. Gnosis will weaken that bond until one day the tension is simply too great, and something snaps! We are finally free of the human form.
If we do not rid ourselves of the false self, it will one day lead us to our doom.
DEATH BEGINS WITH THE VESSEL
The process of death when seen from the vantage point of the “screen memory” of daily perception, appears to happen in a single instant. Death actually happens first in the energetic body, when the cocoon of the human being is cracked open from the outside. The human body is not only the vessel for our Soul, it is the Soul. A cracked vessel means a dying body.
There comes a point of no return where the human vessel can no longer tolerate the pressure being put on it by the activities of the parasite, and it breaks. This situation is directly caused by the false self leading us into the final energetic trap. The false self continually diverts our energetic resources away from us, which forms a brittle crust on the outside of our cocoon. We become like egg shells, easily broken. A Gnostic who has lost their human form, on the other hand, has a titanium vessel, they can withstand titanic amounts of pressure without compromising their vessel.
When the vessel is broken, it can no longer contain the Soul. The Soul begins its journey back to its source, the Demiurge, while the body starts to die. This may take many years, because contrary to belief, the human body dies very slowly, in fact, it begins dying as soon as the vessel breaks. When death finally culminates, the person experiences physical death, although they have technically been dead the entire time.
Before the Soul has rejoined the Demiurge, it may be reincarnated several more times to squeeze even more energy out of it, or it may just go directly to the creator to be absorbed. During this death process, the false self takes over the vessel completely, since the Soul has surrendered its autonomy. This vessel becomes nothing more than an avatar which the parasite uses to “play the game” of being human. A plaything.
These entities play with us like Barbie dolls, wearing our bodies like costumes, forcing us to star in perverted storylines for their own entertainment and to feed off of our dying corpse. And now you know why the Matrix is nothing but a screen memory. Because the truth would drive you mad.
I’m half tempted to include some examples of death emanations in this article, but I believe it’s long enough already. I will explain the emanations in the next installation.
Cheers!
Pythia