The designer of the matrix
I was with a group of people in a large basement complex. Some of the faces were familiar to me, the others "seemed" to be new. We were doing some kind of activity down there - I'm not sure exactly what. It felt a bit like we were doing a task/working on something.
At a certain point, it was time for everyone present to leave. However, before we left the cellar, one lady went back to a certain room and noticed that there was still a light on. So she switched it off, turned around and was about to leave when the light came back on "by itself". She tried to switch it off again, but nothing happened. Suddenly, a man came out of the room - probably in his mid-40s, wearing worn white clothes, like someone who had just escaped from a psychiatric ward. The atmosphere immediately changed to intense tension. There was only one thought in our heads: "FLY!!!" So we raced up the basement stairs like wild chickens, in panic fear of the unknown man. I gave him the name: The Curator.
It was no ordinary escape. The curator seemed to have changed the rules of reality. In other words, when we thought about running, the opposite happened and we got stuck. So we had to form the most bizarre thoughts in our heads, far from the norms that have been imposed on us over the years in society, in order to successfully escape/progress. It was a crazy escape, I can tell you that. I remember one of my thoughts where I imagined being a panther. The rule was: "Just think differently than you've learned so far to escape."
We have entered a new area: The shopping center. The task now was to find the curator to stop the drama. Again, I remember a scene where I was standing with an old schoolmate between different items. I looked at him, said something and suddenly gave him a slap. Not because I wanted to, but because the rules of the Matrix had been changed. The race continued:
We raced through the large premises of the shopping center with only one goal: "Find the curator!" - We ran around like crazy because we knew time was running out - we had to hurry! Suddenly I saw him, the curator. He was hiding by a black piano. I touched him once, like a child's game of tag, and then I woke up...
I immediately set to work on my notes and documented the dream on a small sheet of paper, facing the calm night sky. There was no doubt in my mind that the curator was the designer of the Matrix. He formed the rules and did his best to ensure that we did not escape the matrix. In order to achieve this, we had to rethink - and I think this is exactly the point that needs to be understood here (in the reality in which I am writing to you right now). We need to rethink, away from the false norms and beliefs of society in order to escape the matrix construct. What is considered normal in the matrix is actually a perversion of normality and should better be called "enslavement" - because the suggestions of the matrix enslave people and thus maintain an illusionary state of fear on which the negative beings feed (called: "Loosh"). To escape this, you need to reprogram your mind with beliefs that create an uplifting, positive world - beliefs that anchor the truth and NOT perpetuate a lie. I think you know exactly what I mean.
