Post STAR WARS Day notes

Hey all! Hi Lana. Me here with another li’l gem of a blog post. I woke up this morning after having slept for over eight hours! This restful sleep is happening more often and I couldn’t be happier. It’s a good sign, I think; we are past the bumpy parts of my own personal Matrix journey that got really bumpy in 2021. I wasn’t planning on making a post like this, but hey – I love science fiction so I just couldn’t help myself.

The beautiful thing about the STAR WARS matrix is that anybody, even you, can potentially hear its voice calling you to look deeper and find its secrets without the need of somebody else prompting you. It works like magic. Then you see Tacoma. Then me. At least, that is how I fantasize about the process, plus I did find it in this manner and then myself. If I can find myself in this mirror, others can too, right? Is David here yet?

So, let’s go back a month to when I noticed how these patterns coalesce into a date of December 22, 2021 – STAR WARS Day. I tried to make something happen, but that was futile. Let go! Then David tweeted excitedly about the new Matrix: Resurrections film. Uh oh, I must have missed something. The Matrix!

Upon investigating, I have concluded that: there is no better an interpretation of David’s page 14 from his ’96 notebook than the ’99 film, and: there is a prophecy for its return before “the following weekend.” In coded terms this phrase has a set of numbers you can distill by analyzing its linguistic counterparts. This week is the conceivable concurrent weekend, next weekend is no less than six days away, and the following weekend is going to fall on how many days apart from the Monday of the first week? Day 20 and 21 respectively. Or 2021. If the first week fell on the day of the 22nd of December – STAR WARS Day, then now, as of this posting, would be the start of the third week following, leading to this weekend coming falling on day twenty and twenty-one. This coming Saturday and Sunday also happens to come after a period of snow accumulation that began on Christmas that has kept me inside ever since.

I know how my mind wants to paint a picture of events unfolding, but I really should digress this time. I will just resign myself to the fate of Neo after returning to his diet of red pills washed down with water before he heads to dine on that goop henceforth. This time, he can have some fruit with that.

Great, it all looks so good, you guys. We made this together, right? Even you, David! Rejoice!

So… we know to some extent what Lana prophesied in her art, and it seems that I am at that part where Neo awaits a choice from Trinity in order to learn his fate which, remember, is totally out of his hands. Lindsey is Trinity, right? Don’t tell me there is still confusion about who is going to step up as Trinity. Look, I understand and all that. I’m about to get unplugged or the other thing. I really have no idea, to be honest. If nothing, then, that’s great and I can go back to “game design”, which looks for me like being a roving DoorDasher car-camping vlogger with maybe a thousand or two subscribers who writes science fiction manuscripts in his free time. It’s looking alright! Lots of travel and hiking and outdoor dream-living! Albeit alone, but hey.

And I more than liked the tweet from Mark – I don’t know if it was intentional or not, but I loved the use of some of those words in it that reminded me of the special tablets in most Baha’i prayer books.