What was my red pill?

   

It was a test, in the form of a thought—

projected—

to the LAST person I thought could hear me:

"Jesus, if you are really real,
show me;
and I will follow you..."

    Why Jesus? Why not Buddha or Mohammed?
    Buddha and Mohammed weren't looking for me.
    So... what does that have to do with getting unplugged?
    You can't get out unless you follow somebody that is already out.

Morpheus to Neo:
Follow me.

 

 

 

 

Within a few hours of my thought-test, projected to "nowhere," a young man gave a speech that contained answers to my biggest issues:

Deciding to follow Jesus was not about dogma; it was about trusting in a living, supernatural being who existed outside the kosmos and could show me life beyound the kosmos; and also show me how to live within it.

Was this a coincidence? Or was Jesus responding to my test: using this man to answer my deepest questions, as if I were the only one in the room?

   

Neo follows Morpheus into the next room.
He observes an elaborate network of computers,
wires, phones; then looks at Trinity:
You did all this?

Trinity:
Un-huh.
   
   

What did the real Trinity do?
That's another story.

  Neo commits himself to what looks like an old dentist's chair. Or is it an electric chair? So many wires...
Trinity locks his feet into stirrups.    
   

In response to what I had learned from the young man,
I broke a chain that had been around my neck.
On that chain was a symbol.
It said that I was a disciple of Modern Enlightenment
and the possessor of my own religion.

Without a word, with only this small action,
I traded in my religion for a relationship.
It was the scariest thing I had ever done.

Morpheus:
The pill you took is part of a trace program.
It's designed to disrupt your input/output carrier signal
so we can pinpoint your location.

   
    Neo:
What does that mean?
Cypher:
It means buckle your seat belt, Dorothy,
because Kansas is going bye-bye.
   
  Neo:
It's cold. It's cold.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Soon, I became aware of another dimension.

It was like waking up from a dream
into a reality that was out of my control.

Nothing made sense
and everything made sense.

 

(On board the Nebuchadnezzer)

Morpheus:
Welcome to the real world.

 

 

Get grappled



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