Open Your Eyes, See Through
There exists a non-tangible realm that holds the immense weight of all emotion. There exists another where all practicality manifests, a realm of physicality. The intersection of both realms is what I call being alive, not in a sense of mere existence, but existence in mere senses.
Experiencing enjoyment in actions does not necessarily mean it's done with conscious intent. The collision of two worlds can be felt through this brief moment of the realization of its beauty. Only then this intersection is given a soul.
Ever since I consciously first unlocked this intersection, my life has become nothing but the slow merging of both realms in every action. I’ve always wondered why I closed my eyes while listening to music, meditating, and hugging. Through several intersections, I realized that’s how I channel the metaphysical being into my physical one.
It's fascinating how such mere frequencies color the soul and the fiber of being. Music offers much to the blind; those who have lost the sense of feeling. The less frequent the interactions, the weaker the connection. Less connection to the “divine” realm feeds the “spectacle”, which is society becoming a sedative first mentioned by Guy Debord (Debord). One becomes a machine, and intentions of actions are fueled by fear. Being subconsciously disconnected from the nontangible realm due to “Big Brother” (1984), one’s emotions become nonexistent. Their thoughts become an advertisement to the top one percent. They become merely channels of reception to manipulation and control. Such a concept is portrayed very subtly across several mediums. How can one deliver a wake-up call to a suppressed brain-dead flock? One must become extremely fluent, maybe even merge entities with the spectacle, to do such bold gestures. The subtle messages have been communicated through several mediums. Once you're given the taste of feeling, you feel intensely and want to “inflict” that on the brain dead desperately. You become the wake-up call. From music to articles, to books, to movies, many mediums have been used to channel emotion to the emotionless. Marshall McLuhan brought light to a matter overseen by most in his book “The Medium is the Message”. The medium in which the desperate whispers are displayed matters most when living in a manipulated society, where your own thoughts aren’t even yours.
Once you take the “red pill”, you become the enemy (Wachowski). Pink Floyd has been whispering through their lyrics. “Another Brick in the Wall” portrays how the spectacle tailors and implants its sedative and toxins through education from an early age to be able to create its entity. It leeches on the innocence of the young and embeds its “claws” to take over their core. As they grow, the entity’s roots are deeply wired with their thoughts. As Alan Watts once stated, “We seldom realize, for example, that our most private thoughts and emotions are not actually our own. For we think in terms of languages and images which we did not invent, but which were given to us by our society”. Their song “Mother” is also a portrayal of “Big Brother”, the “spectacle”, the “Matrix”, and other code names for the greater hand. Mother does it very subtly. “Mother should I run for president?”, “Mother should I trust the government?” Pink Floyd uses contradicting phrases throughout the song, portraying life in the spectacle (Parker). “Mother” keeps one in a state of unconsciousness and instability, always seeking “guidance” from it. In the first half of the song, the “unconscious” seems to be in a state of confusion, still under the influence of “Mother”. In the second half, the “unconscious” realizes what “Mother” is. “Mama’s gonna make all your nightmares come true, Mama’s gonna put all her fears into you, Mama’s gonna keep you right here under her wing, she won’t let you fly but she might let you sing” (Parker). The unconscious becomes aware of the subtlety of “Mother” and how freewill, whether it be thought, actions, or mere living, is nothing but an illusion. Everything is just a display, an idea well embedded since early times. The spectacle leaves those who opened their “eye” and closed their eyes with a single benefit; One becomes attached to their identity. They start searching for it and fighting any enforced reality that goes against it. I see this very vividly in a song by Jannah Emam, known as Juno, called “Power of She”; “Take control over your living soul, no matter what they stole…silence me and I’ll speak a lot louder”(Juno Rou). Another song that genuinely speaks to me is “Lover of Mine” by Beach House. “Youngest fire, who decides? We decide what is right” (Beach House); Each empowers and delivers the wake-up call according to the identity they fight hard to ground.
As intense as the suffocation in the matrix seems, one becomes blessed with the taste of the other realm with the merest doings. It’s the realization of feeling when doing things that make you want your eyes closed. I’ve always wondered where they come from, feelings. Not in a physiological sense, in a more spiritual sense. I know for a fact our bodies exist in several other forms. Life is not merely physical. It does not make sense for it to be as such. As a matter of fact, I believe with all my heart we exist originally in the nontangible realm; we are souls experiencing life through a physical body. I’ve been unconsciously attracted to things that transport me to that unseen, lively, fluid, soul-full place. I float into that realm through physical portals. My first portal was playing the electric guitar; My first contact was when I properly played the first solo I ever learned. I closed my eyes and for the first time, the sense of realization colored my senses. I could feel it again. I was home for the first time.
Life is packed with much greater forces that drive us, whether it be good or bad. One shouldn’t feel superior to those who are still being sedated. Our ignorance is where the greater hand manifests. Humans are receptive machines to the ideas fed to them, it's absurd we define ourselves as the most intelligent beings. In a consumerist society, we are led to believe that we are so to fit the “paradoxical” narrative the higher hand has created. Conformity is a lifestyle enforced on us. The narratives fed to us through media manipulation, “science”, food, etc.… have further enforced the suffocating idea of the “living dead”. Being receptive to a robotic extent, those who see through the spectacle, or the hidden narrative are indifferent to those who conform. To see through the hidden narrative, one must speak its own language. This language is deceivably subtle giving one the illusion of free will. However, we were led to believe so due to our naive nature and receptivity. The subtle nature takes form in the idea of belonging to a group (whether it be religion, politics, etc..), advertisements, media, and product placement. Humans are then programmed to live off of emotional engines; to be precise, a fear engine. Conformity is in such a matter completely sedimented and solidified. The more these lenses press down on one’s consciousness, the more they fuel the system. Being mentally, psychologically, and metaphysically paralyzed, it's extremely difficult to notice the “sedative” given to us. The “spectacle” and humans become one. Those who see through are in no logical sense superior. Being given the gift of contact with the metaphysical realm is a double-edged sword. Imagine trying to go off-grid from something that has made sure you stay just there all along. A never-ending run chased by nothing and everything. Running through what you’re running from.
But then at some point, you stop and think what is that I’m running from? I feel. I am in contact with a metaphysical being. This is what I’ve strived for all along without being conscious about it, and now I have it. Maybe I haven’t seen through. Is this an illusion? Am I still the walking dead? Have I not woken up? But I felt alive. Was it all part of the code? Why is music so out there when it offers such an other-worldly connection? How is it this accessible? Are the greater driving forces paving the way? Or is it the other greater driving forces paving the way? But what about feelings? I’m starting to think it’s another distraction. Am I seeing the spectacle for what it wants me to view it as? Have I not broken through? Should I run? But I’m running through what I’m hiding from. Has the spectacle spotted my “contact”? Or has it plotted the contact? What happens now?
