The Forbidden Zone
Exploring the highest level of Prison Planet
Before we plunge into the forbidden zone of the Matrix, let’s recap what we’ve uncovered so far.
FROM COCOON TO TOMB
Thanks to the Archons, our entire understanding of the universe is upside down. We have been led to believe we are in a realm of duality when in fact we are living in false duality.
We are like prisoners who have been in captivity so long, we no longer remember that there is a world outside of the prison. We wander around our gray concrete cell blocks making meaningless comparisons like, “Tuesday’s gruel was better than Wednesday’s gruel,” or, “the cells on the third floor are better than the cells on the second floor.” The real comparison isn’t between the objects within our miserly experience in captivity, but between the prison and what lies outside the prison—freedom. Until we experience nonduality and understand that this is a realm of false duality, we are no better than prisoners arguing over slop.
To hide this important revelation from us, the Archons interfere with our early spiritual (aka. perceptual) development. Almost all of the enslavement of our being comes during our childhood, ensuring that by the time we are adults we are fully entrapped and the damage is done.
Through the use of foreign implants, sentient tracking devices, and energetic harnessing, the Archons have replaced our true spiritual development with a process that intentionally stunts our growth. We are creatures that should emerge fully formed by the time we are adults, like butterflies hatching out of a chrysalis. Instead, we are never allowed to fully spread our perceptual wings, we are kept in a state of containment until our cocoon becomes our tomb.
THE BARDO OF BUREAUCRACY
Contrary to belief, our life script is a single interaction which we complete in our childhood. That’s it. That’s all it is.
This endless repetition of our life script where we spend 80 years or more attracting the same scenario into our lives over and over is an aberration created by the Archon’s tampering. We were meant to finish the life script easily and perform a life review as young adults. Instead, we spend most of our adult lives rehashing the same event like a broken record.
The Archon’s perceptual tampering ensures that we never recognize our life script, and we arrive at the end of this tedious assignment having accumulated a lifetime of superfluous data. The Archons then swoop in to “help us” perform a last minute life review at one of the astral processing stations where they can cherry pick the data. These life review stations were likely just a fail safe, a back up option for people who who accidentally didn’t finish their life review while they were alive. It wasn’t supposed to be the go-to option for every single person.
The astral realm was originally intended as a buffer zone, a transitional area for people exiting the Matrix experience, not an eternal afterlife. Whenever humans have thoughts and ideas, these ideas create corresponding places in this astral buffer zone. We were meant to create our own astral decompression stations based on our experiences here on earth, restful places where we could transition in an environment that felt safe, familiar, and comfortable.
The Archons make it so that we hover between life and death, in a perpetual bardo state for most of our adult lives. This liminal state creates a corresponding liminal space in the astral. The Archons have us unintentionally generating sprawling thought zones in the astral which they subvert and use to entrap us. This subversion has grown the astral realm into a Byzantine Archonic beaurocracy of nearly limitless proportions.
FAKE DEATH
Death is another Matrix-born aberration.
Our intended trajectory was that at the end of our spiritual development, we would signal that it was time for extraction. This signal is the first step in our departure when the soul component undocks and prepares to automatically eject itself from our luminous body. This undocking is virtually painless, we barely feel it here in the physical. That was how our departure was intended. Exiting the Matrix certainly shouldn’t include the horrifying, painful, and totally unnecessary physical death that we’re experiencing now.
Instead of ejecting our soul, we ascend along with it through the afterlife with our consciousness still entangled with it. That is when we experience a physical death, when we encounter the Demiurge with our total luminous being. Our consciousness shouldn’t be anywhere near that process, we should already be on our way out of the Matrix when that happens.
Not only do we receive an intentionally botched perceptual development process that restrains our luminous bodies, we also experience a brutal data extraction procedure that was meant for machinery, not organic beings. The reason we are never able to correct this situation or alert anyone to the abuse we are suffering down here is because we’ve been shut out of a hidden layer of the Matrix which houses a control panel where we could access outside help. A real forbidden zone.
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The most important suite of tools available to humans are hidden in a layer of the Matrix called M3 and the entrance is closely guarded by a psychopathic shapeshifter entity called Prime Man. These tools are dangerous because they originate from outside the Matrix, they are our lifeline to the nondual world.
I have only begun to explore this realm and so far I’ve found tools for everything that we would need to have a smooth experience here. For instance, we are supposed to heal our bodies every night completely while we sleep. Instead the Archons have banned us from healing powers, leaving us to die in decaying bodies which we cannot easily repair. We are supposed to have access to a suite of reality filters called Aeons which impart a nondual deterministic outcomes like understanding, love, and cooperation. These Aeons have fallen permanently into the hands of our enslavers, ensuring that we will never be able to correct the injustices done to us or create better outcomes for humanity. We are supposed to be able to curate our experience by dragging and dropping time capsules into physical reality. Instead we are shut out of the level where time can be manipulated, we’re positioned downstream of events, which makes us slaves to time. We cannot consent or dissent to that which has already happened.
The Archonic bureaucracy reminds me of a government that creates problems to justify its existence, and then expands its power every time it tries to fix these problems. We, the guests of the Matrix, have gotten caught in a war between a government and its citizens. It’s not about us. We are simply visitors caught up in a system which is desperately trying to correct itself. What we have is a thoroughly corrupted experience which is designed to force us to interface with this bloated Archonic bureaucracy at every level just to accomplish basic tasks—tasks which would be extremely easy if we had access to the tools which we were promised.
Now you might think this forbidden layer of the Matrix is abandoned, but it has an inhabitant. The Demiurge, of course.
GOD COMPLEX
If you’re like me, you’re probably wondering what is the Demiurge’s role in all this? Is he a benevolent creator god that got trapped inside his own creation? Or is he a cosmic criminal which has been purposely imprisoned?
One thing everyone seems to agree on is that the Demiurge was tasked with creating this universe. According to definition:
The word demiurge is an English word derived from demiurgus, a Latinised form of the Greek δημιουργός (dēmiurgós) . It was originally a common noun meaning “craftsman” or “artisan”, but gradually came to mean “producer”, and eventually “creator.” The philosophical usage and the proper noun derive from Plato’s Timaeus, written c. 360 BC, where the demiurge is presented as the creator of the universe. The demiurge is also described as a creator in the Platonic (c. 310–90 BC) and Middle Platonic (c. 90 BC–AD 300) philosophical traditions. In the various branches of the Neoplatonic school (third century onwards), the demiurge is the fashioner of the real, perceptible world after the model of the Ideas, but (in most Neoplatonic systems) is still not itself “the One“.
Throughout history, some have thought the Demiurge as a malicious and arrogant being, while others saw him as a neutral figure, a lesser deity who was powerless to correct the evil he had unknowingly unleashed. Some believed that the Demiurge was wholly good, or blamed his faults on the tools he possessed. In Timaeus, Plato describes the Demiurge as “unreservedly benevolent, and hence desirous of a world as good as possible. The world remains imperfect, however, because the Demiurge created the world out of a chaotic, indeterminate non-being.” The Demiurge of Neoplatonism was called Nous, which is the mind of God, another neutral, if not favorable, interpretation. The Sethian Gnostics on the other hand, who borrowed the term Demiurge from the Platonists, viewed the “Demiurge as a hostile demonic force who creates the material world in order to trap the spiritual elements.”
Personally, I believe the Demiurge is both a flawed creator trapped in his own creation, as well as a tyrant responsible for enslaving us. Both things can be true simultaneously because he, like so much of his creation, is a shapeshifter.
I’ll tell you how I came to find this out.
The first time I encountered the Demiurge was in a dream I had of the afterlife in 2015. In this encounter he appeared as two enormous and terrifying eagles, plucking human souls from the grid lines that surround earth and devouring them. The second time I encountered him, his disguise was just as unpleasant. In this dream a massive machine was chasing me around a corporate office space. The Demiurge looked something like a gigantic vacuum cleaner with a suction mechanism on the bottom that was drawing me towards it, and a projecting mechanism on top that was spitting out deadly emanations. I escaped this “doom” at the last second by floating above the machine and escaping through an open door.
The realm of Prime Man functions as a guard station that stands between us and Matrix 3. I spent many years trapped in that realm, but as soon as I started poking my head into Matrix 3, out popped the Demiurge. This time, he began showing up in the physical realm. First he chose a more classic disguise, that of a large angry looking thunder-cap (Yahweh disguise). Then he chose something more whimsical. He appeared one morning as a hot air balloon peering at me from behind the tree line, occasionally belching out loud explosions of fire. This disguise reminded me of the scene from Wizard of Oz where Toto is just about to discover who is behind the terrifying apparition of the “great and powerful Oz.” That was a bit of foreshadowing being provided by the Demiurge. Now, I have finally entered Matrix 3 and the curtain has been pulled back, I find the Demiurge in his most baffling disguise yet—a brilliant artist.
When I finally accessed Matrix 3, I found a curious figure waiting for me on this level; a Demiurge that looked something along the lines of a cross between Einstein and Pablo Picasso. This was a completely new look for this being compared to the previous times I saw him. Unlike Prime Man, there was no pretention in the Demiurge’s appearance or his abode. His environment wasn’t lavish or well appointment, it reminded me of the type of place where a misanthropic, yet brilliant man such as an architect or artist might reside. His demeanor wasn’t threatening, but human and relatable. In Matrix 3, we have a carefully curated presentation of the Demiurge as a sympathetic character, which is completely contradictory to his other disguises.
Unfortunately, I don’t sympathize with the Demiurge. What I see is a dishonest shapeshifter with a god complex. Even if we gave the Demiurge the benefit of the doubt and assumed he is a victim of his creation—and I do believe he is trapped—he’s not blind to the abuse we suffer at the hands of the Archons, after all he is their creator. Who would be responsible for creating fail safe mechanisms into the system to prevent the misuse of power at the lower management levels if not the architect of such a system? The Demiurge is still culpable, no matter how we look at it. The lack of checks and balances within the system is the fault of its architect, and we all know the Demiurge has been assigned that role exclusively. In fact, he even admits it by appearing disguised as an architect or an artist.
Similar to Prime Man, the Demiurge seems to have had a useful function behind his existence, but through subsequent abuse of power, his original purpose has been long forgotten. In my opinion, the first two appearances of the Demiurge are the closest to his real identity; a machine-like predator. If there was good intention behind his existence, this intent has been long forgotten, and it’s likely the abuse we experience today in his grand creation is a feature, not a bug.
THE LAIR OF THE LION FACED GOD
One night, I found myself standing in front of a large piece of abstract artwork in a dream. It had words and shapes arranged on a pure white canvas. As I was admiring this painting I noticed a signature in the bottom right hand corner of the canvas. I couldn’t read the name, but I had the feeling the artist was someone important and famous.
A few days later, I was watching a video of a woman who was using a whiteboard to explain how the Archons had created multiple versions of earth. The diagram was drawn in the form of layered screens, one for each new timeline. She was writing and scribbling shapes to get her point across. I immediately recognized this as the “abstract painting” in my dream. I also understood that the “artist” who had inserted this object into my dream was the Demiurge.
I’ve talked before about the way time appears in Matrix 3, and the best way I can describe it is that it appears in the form of 2D time capsules. These time capsules show up in Matrix 3 as paintings, drawings, presentations, files, and even bumper stickers with text printed on them. Just by interacting with these objects, even if it’s only gazing at them, causes an actual event to manifest in the physical realm. If the astral realm is a buffer zone, and the physical realm is an interface where we can condense thoughts into matter, then Matrix 3 can be compared to a scrubber bar. The type of scrubber bar you find in a video editing app where you can play around with the sequence of events and curate content. Each time I create or interact with one of these 2D time capsules, I’m sending it down through the astral buffer zone and into the physical interface just like dragging an icon from my desktop into an app. When I want to open the time capsule the next day I find the “icon” hidden among the objects of everyday life. Once I’ve located this object, the time capsule opens and unfolds into a small event—an event that sparks gnosis.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying time is an actual painting or a drawing or a bumper sticker, but rather this is the overlay my mind has placed on top of this phenomenon to help me identify these objects in the physical world and interpret my experience. If you’ve done remote viewing you will recognize this feeling of catching a glimpse of an object and then removing this overlay to decode it.
At first, the Demiurge was leaving these 2D time capsules in my dreams, hiding them like Easter eggs within the environment. I knew these Easter eggs were being left there by the Demiurge because he would conspicuously leave his “signature” on them. This is actually pretty common when you’re interacting with any deity or demi-god, they will leave hints and calling cards inside your dreams and waking life to call attention to themselves and encourage contact. I recognized this invitation coming from the Demiurge and decided to play along, but after the dream of the abstract painting, every thing changed. It was as if I had passed some sort of test and the Demiurge decided it was time to make contact directly. The next time, he showed up personally and handed me one of these time capsules himself.
In this dream, I was in a cafe, sitting at a high top table with a cup of coffee. A man came up to my table who I recognized as an important local artist. He was dressed oddly, though. It could be said that he was dressed as a woman, but in a clumsy and conspicuous way. There was no effort to disguise his masculinity, and yet he was wearing a skirt. Again, this is a calling card because the Demiurge has two sides, this “skirt” was a hint at a polarity within his being. He was letting me know who he/she was. The Demiurge didn’t say anything to me, he just threw a brochure down on the table and then walked away. I picked up the brochure and curiously asked what I was supposed to do with this information. He turned and waved his hand in a gesture that could only mean “do what you want with it.”
Just like the other times, this 2D time capsule manifested an event in the physical realm a couple days later. This time it was an actual brochure given to me by an event coordinator for a large trade show I had been thinking of attending. Sure enough, the event coordinator gave me the distinct feeling she could care less about the attendees, she was primarily concerned with selling overpriced booths to Americans at a rate much higher than everyone else. What struck me about this interaction with the Demiurge was that he seemed to be warning me that there was an element of danger in my environment. The feeling I got was that the choice was mine, but if I participated in this event, I might be taken advantage of because the organization didn’t care about my safety or wellbeing. It wasn’t about me, it was about someone else benefitting from my being there—a metaphor for the Archons.
In other words, the Demiurge was telling me that he was fully aware that the Archons were taking advantage of humanity, but somehow, he couldn’t prevent us from falling into their snares. He was saying, “you’re on your own.” I experienced something almost identical when I encountered Prime Man the first time. I ascended into the higher realms only to find an apathetic and helpless god who gave me the impression he wished he could help, but was prevented from doing so. So far the Demiurge was presenting the same pathetic argument.
The third time I encountered the Demiurge, we were standing outside of his home. I found myself explaining to him that I was leaving my former living arrangement with Prime Man and I wanted to take up temporary residence in his home. The Demiurge agreed to let me stay and we started bringing in my belongings inside which were sitting outside. The Demiurge’s house looked like a typical artists’ loft or large studio apartment. It was messy and gave the impression that the person who lived there was preoccupied with lofty thoughts, the type of careless bachelor pad a genius might reside in. Every time I grabbed one of my belongings and placed it inside his home something very weird happened—it turned into food! I grabbed some tubes of skin lotion, but when I crouched down to place these tubes in a designated spot, they transformed into hash browns on a stick. They were literally steaming hot as if they came right out of the McDonald’s fryer. I caught some small animals that looked like cats and dogs staring at them greedily. The Demiurge waved his hand at the animals to keep them away from the food. Note, I’ve mentioned these domestic animals before. These are ascended humans being kept as pets and companion animals in the realm of the gods. So now you know what the realm of the gods is like—a kennel. There is truly no level of the Matrix that isn’t contrived to contain and control humans. Also, note that my “belongings” transformed into offerings of food. I believe I actually got to witness first hand how our prayers and offerings manifest in the Demiurge’s realm when we petition the gods.
The fourth time I visited Matrix 3, I found myself inside the home of the Demiurge. I was standing in a room with stacks of boxes that contained file folders similar to what you would see in an FBI investigation. The Demiurge was in the next room having what appeared to be an important meeting. I picked up one of the binders and examined it. At this moment, the Demiurge came out from his meeting to grab something from one of the boxes. I called him over and brought his attention to the folder I was holding. There was a misalignment between the spine of the folder and the pages within. It formed a strange gap. He took the binder into his hands and looked at it, seeming to agree with what I had pointed out. I said, “Can you fix it?” He then walked over to a group of young men standing off to the side and instructed them to take a look at the broken binder.
Unlike the other 2D time capsule dreams, this one unfolded in a very curious way. A few nights later, My boyfriend came inside after being out in the rain for a long time. He was tracking some foxes roaming around the property, and had his night vision equipment propped up on his shoulder the whole time. When he went to go back to the house, he lowered his arm and realized his shoulder was “frozen.” He came inside in so much pain, I immediately put a heating pad on it and gave him some aspirin. He fell asleep. Later that night, I was watching a video when I noticed a curious looking object in the foreground. The host was using a microphone where the boom was encased in a sort of floating hard shell that created a space around it; a gap. Along with other clues in the video, I realized this microphone corresponded with the object in my dream. In the video, the host was talking about his spiritual experiences and mentioned having his injured shoulder worked on by some entities. My ears perked up when I heard this. I fell asleep watching the video and when I awoke in the morning, I asked my boyfriend how his shoulder was. The injury had completely disappeared, his shoulder was fully healed.
This was the first time I opened a time capsule and something other than gnosis came out. While it’s pretty cool that my boyfriend’s shoulder was healed, in my opinion, the Demiurge is playing a game. Similar to my experience with Prime Man, whenever one of us wanders into a forbidden layer of the Matrix, we receive a sort of static preprogrammed response. In this preprogrammed scenario we have a suspiciously helpful Demiurge who is seemingly trying to impress me with his healing and time creation skills. As I’ve mentioned before, as we remember our rightful place in the Matrix hierarchy, the entities below us become subservient, and that includes the Demiurge. No matter how intimidating or fearsome they may have originally appeared to us, they all shrink down in size. This shrinking effect reminds me of our own “flight, fawn, or fright” response when we encounter threats. The threatened entity assumes a defensive posture and I believe that is exactly what the Demiurge was doing. He was fawning. This “artist” is the nonthreatening disguise the Demiurge dons when his realm has been breached by one of his test subjects, as if to say, “Look at how helpless and inept I am! Don’t hurt me!”
In my opinion, the Demiurge is a dishonest shapeshifter who changes his disguise as a defensive tactic meant to placate and prevent test subjects from escaping the Matrix. I am not buying his tortured artist schtick. I’ve done enough snooping around in Matrix 3 to know that the Demiurge is aware of exactly what the Archons are up to, and either he doesn’t care to do anything about it, or the abuse is allowed to continue because it benefits him. If there was a good intention behind the Demiurge’s creation, it’s been long forgotten.
Until next time.
Love,
Pythia