The matrix is not a place. It is not an external conspiracy. It is not a
system imposed by some alien force.
The matrix is where consciousness abdicates. It begins the day we surrender
our inner sovereignty for comfort, security, identity, or the promise of
meaningfulness.
It sets in when we choose to react rather than see. When we mistake dreams for
life. When we hand over our responsibility to a framework, a narrative, an
authority.
But its most subtle lock lies elsewhere. The matrix seals itself when we
believe that thoughts are our own. When we no longer see that thought is a
stream, a programme, a conditioned response to an environment, and not an
origin.
As long as thought is mistaken for identity, freedom remains pure theory. For
one cannot leave a prison if they believe themselves to be its gatekeeper.
The matrix does not need walls. It runs on compliance. On silent consent. On
habit. It does not compel: it makes us believe.
And the day consciousness ceases to identify with what it thinks, what it
feels, what it believes itself to be... the matrix does not collapse. It
simply ceases to be.
For what held the system together was neither power, nor fear, nor structure.
It was forgetfulness.
If you cannot be both loved and feared, choose to be feared.
What did he really mean?
We live in a world that glorifies unconditional love, boundless forgiveness
and self-sacrifice. We are told that the ideal man is one who gives
everything, endures in silence and loves even when it tears him apart.
However, Niccolò Machiavelli, one of history’s most brilliant higher-level
strategists, viewed things differently.
Unbridled emotion is not a virtue. It is a vulnerability. And he was right.
Opening your heart without restraint, expending your energy without
discernment, and putting up with what drains you — that is not love; it is
emotional suicide.
Vibrational Supraconsciousness teaches that we must learn to guard our heart.
Not to turn ourselves into robots or become insensitive, of course, but to
protect and strengthen it. For a person lacking self-assurance becomes easy
prey to emotional abuse, even from those who claim to love them.
Love without structure becomes self-destruction. The more you give
unconditionally, the less you are appreciated. Being constantly available
makes you invisible.
Your patience, your compassion and your generosity turn into background noise.
Not because people are evil, but because the nature of this simulation takes
for granted what comes without effort. What is given freely is squandered.
What is earned is respected.
That is why Supraconsciousness does not tell you to stop loving; rather, it
tells you to:
Love strategically — with Intelligence.
Love within clear boundaries.
Love without losing yourself.
Many people today live in ‘peace’ because they have sacrificed their own
voice. But this is not peace; it is emotional numbness. And this numbness robs
you of your dignity, your energy, and your leadership.
Being ‘cold’ doesn’t mean you feel nothing. It means you don’t give your
energy to those who demand more than they deserve. It means you are selective
about who you give your time to — and who you don’t, without guilt.
It means setting boundaries so clearly that they cannot be crossed without
consequences, even if someone calls you cold-hearted. And if someone tells
you, “You’ve changed”, just nod. What they’re really missing isn’t your love;
it’s your naivety that allowed them to use you.
You're not here to be approved. You're here to be respected. You're not here
to beg for affection masquerading as dependence, but to rebuild your inner
empire, and that isn't achieved by pleasing others.
There is a school of thought that wants you to believe that ‘true
spirituality’ means breaking down all your barriers, giving up your defences,
and dissolving into a borderless ‘unity’.
This is the most sophisticated trap of vibrational predation there is. You are
told that 'protecting yourself' is a sign of fear.
In Reality, a boundary is a property line. Your body and your vibrational
space are your sovereign territory.
An electrician does not touch bare wires out of ‘love for unity’ — he
wears gloves because he respects the laws of electricity. Sovereignty is the
insulation of your circuits so that your voltage does not leak into the mass.
The idea that ‘All is One’ and that there's no self to centre is an invitation
to energy squatting. When you stop centring yourself, you become a vacant
zone.
By denying your ‘persona’ (your physical and mental structure), you leave the
door open to any external programming. Unity without discernment is not love.
It's porosity.
True mastery does not consist in disappearing into another, but in remaining
identified with your own Spirit in the midst of chaos.
You have the right — and the duty — to choose who you let into your space,
what you eat, and which frequencies you allow in your home. A sovereign ‘no’
is the purest act of respect for your own existence.
Do not mistake peace for passivity. True Light is cold and incisive. Stay
grounded, stay centred, and keep your protections activated.
Unity is not found in merging with the outside, but in the total coherence of
your own structure.
As mentioned in 2025, a Page Odyssey, the issue with book series is often that the plot runs out of steam and gets bogged down, usually falling flat like a soufflé in the grand finale. Stephen King's Dark Tower seven-book series is a very good example of this phenomenon, whereas J.K. Rowling's Harry Potter saga is a perfect counterexample. In the former, the author goes with the flow without really knowing where he's headed. In the latter, her imagination is channelled into a roadmap that is sufficiently detailed to prevent her inspiration from straying too far from the main narrative arc, at the risk of losing readers along the way.
Originally published ten years ago, the Lady Helen trilogy is the exception that proves the rule, falling into the second category of narrative consistency and masterful development from beginning to end. It is a huge favourite of mine that I wanted to share right away.
Jane Austen-Style Romance and Dark Fantasy
To set the scene, its author, Australian Alison Goodman, views it as a cross between Pride and Prejudice and Buffy the Vampire Slayer. A book of manners tinged with dark fantasy.
On her website, she explains how, before she started to write the first of the Lady Helen series, she spent eight months reading books and watching documentaries about the English Regency (1811-1820), which was a time of excess for the aristocracy, but also a period of uncertainty caused by the Napoleonic Wars, the French Revolution and the Reign of Terror at the dawn of the Industrial Revolution and the social unrest that came with it.
More specifically, for Book 1 — The Dark Days Club — she studied Regency London and what was called “the Season”, which went from about January to June while Parliament sat. She says, “It was the busiest and most important social season when young ladies made their debut to polite society and entered the marriage mart.”
The second book — The Dark Days Pact — took her research to the seaside resort of Brighton and the summer social season, and Book 3 — The Dark Days Deceit — is all about the spa resort of Bath and the winter social season.
So Lady Helen Wrexhall is a young English aristocrat about to be introduced to Queen Charlotte's court — a crucial moment for her social and marital future. She lives under the guardianship of her very uptight uncle — some sort of Regency-era Vernon Dursley — and her kind aunt who treats her like her own daughter. Orphaned since a shipwreck that claimed her parents' lives, she also has to deal with a reputation tarnished by scandalous rumours of her mother's treason.
Lord Pennworth’s views on women, and unholiness in general, were often expressed, both at home and in public. He was an admirer of the evangelical Hannah More, although unlike that moderate lady, his own particular brand of piety was made of choler and spit. His vehement campaigning against the bawdy houses had captured the attention of the caricaturists, who had rechristened him Lord Stopcock in their savage cartoons. On one of her midnight forays into his papers, Helen had found a published engraving of him by Cruikshank. She had been forced to stuff her fist in her mouth to stop from laughing at the uncanny depiction of him as a cockerel: huge barrel chest thrust out, round eyes bulging, and florid face colored in the bloated red of the coxcomb drawn atop his head.
Deceivers vs Reclaimers
Even before her presentation, the disappearance of a maid leads her to a hidden reality: London is home to demons infiltrating all strata of society.
Enter the handsome, brooding Lord Carlston, who has returned from exile after being suspected of murdering his wife. He belongs to the Dark Days Club, a secret organisation appointed by the home office to maintain balance in the face of vicious (and numerous) demons known as Deceivers.
These creatures, much like vampires (and Archons), feed on the vital energy of humans and their emotions — fear, violence, chaos, lust. They live inconspicuously among them, produce offspring destined to serve as their hosts when the bodies they occupy become compromised, and even attend high society events. Some within the Club itself whisper that Bonaparte could be one of them. As long as their existence remains unknown, they maintain the status quo. So the supernatural world does not stand apart from the real world: it coexists with it, invisible to most.
Deceivers are not mere predators driven by instinct. They operate within a framework, a pact, a form of negotiated balance that regulates their violence without ever eradicating it. They can survive, thrive, and circumvent their demise — always at the expense of others. The chilling thing is not only their predatory nature, but the sophistication of the system that makes it possible: an organisation where the survival of some methodically depends on the gradual eradication of others. Their threat goes beyond the individual. It infiltrates lineages, moves from body to body, leaves traces that cannot be erased without damage.
They are not just monsters. They are masters of persistence. The struggle is not between pure Good and a caricature of Evil, but between two forces compelled to act in a world where every decision creates casualties.
Lady Helen discovers that she herself is, by nature, a member of this club — a direct heiress. She possesses a special energy and gifts that make her a Reclaimer and force her to choose: to remain in a rigidly codified existence of privilege and carefree living, or to step into a more stimulating but infinitely more dangerous world, where madness is as real a risk as death.
How Lady Helen Holds the Reader Spellbound
What makes this series a page-turner that you can't put down isn't just its fantasy element. The perfectly recreated historical setting alone provides a solid foundation that makes the characters strikingly real — so perfectly portrayed that the personality of the ultimate antagonist was enough for me to recognise him as such, even though his identity is only revealed at the very end. It's as if words could produce a vibration and make fictional characters 'real'. This gives us food for thought about the nature of this simulation, doesn't it?
But let's get back to the characters created by Alison Goodman.
Lady Helen's gradual evolution from a naive upper-class young woman to a Deceiver-slayer and soul-Reclaimer is very well crafted because, from the outset, behind her apparent submission to the oppressive social constraints imposed on women of her time, she never passively accepts her fate, educates herself in secret on subjects considered ‘unladylike’ and fights against this new identity that destiny has imposed on her. Her journey is as much internal as it is physical: it is one of emancipation in a society that drastically limits women.
Her mentor, Lord Carlston, embodies the figure of the maverick hero, bearer of forbidden and morally ambiguous knowledge that disturbs conventional thinking. He is shrouded in an aura of mystery, so much so that it is impossible to know where he stands, as the line between good and evil is blurred. Think of him as a kind of Sirius Black who never went to Azkaban.
Lord Carlston was handsome, Helen conceded, in a hard, angular way that made the men around him seem somewhat effeminate. Yet there was a ruthlessness to the set of his mouth that was decidedly repellent. His skin was unfashionably tanned—both Andrew and Aunt Leonore had mentioned he had been on the Continent—and the brown of his eyes was so dark that it merged with the black pupil, making their expression impenetrable. It was very disconcerting and gave him a flat look of soullessness, like the eyes of the preserved shark she had seen in the new Egyptian Hall. Helen lifted her bare shoulders against a sudden chill. How apt. There could be no soul in this man: he was a murderer. And possibly an abductor. She wrapped her fingers more firmly around the head of the fan and the miniature. Just in time, for her aunt was turning to introduce the men.
Not to mention a gallery of colourful secondary characters, full of light and shade, with qualities and flaws that make them all the more human.
“A number of the minor characters are my interpretations of real historical figures”, explains Alison Goodman. “The Prince Regent, of course, as well as Queen Charlotte and Princesses Mary and Augusta, Beau Brummell, Lady Jersey, Lord Byron, Lady Caroline Lamb, Lord Perceval, and John Bellingham. The events around Lord Perceval and Bellingham are also true—Bellingham did assassinate the Prime Minister—and my depiction is entirely based on newspaper and magazine reports from the time, as is my description of the terrible Ratcliffe Highway murders.”
Even the “villains” in the story always have a good reason for being so. It is these subtle nuances that, in my humble opinion, make it so endearing, to the point that a certain nostalgia sets in once the very last page has been turned.
While the members of the Dark Days Club have returned to their immortal resting place on our library shelf, the Deceivers are still very much among us. It is up to us to exercise the vigilance of a Reclaimer's gaze and our neutrality so as not to provide them with any more precious loosh.
Most of us spend our lives trying to fix what is wrong, convinced that, in
order to feel better, all we need is to understand, analyse or 'heal'. Unaware
that, in doing so, we are merely redecorating our cell. For it is not external
events that truly imprison us, but rather what allows them to occur over and
over again in different forms. What keeps repeating is not a coincidence: it
is a pattern — a programmed structure.
Identifying Programming Loops
A pattern is not an isolated emotion or a personal story. It is a line of
encoded memory embedded in our psyche — sometimes even in our soul —
attracting the same scenarios, the same interpersonal dynamics, the same dead
ends. The faces change, so do the backdrops, but the final sensation remains
strangely the same. Rejection, humiliation, fear, insecurity. The system feeds
on this recurring emotional charge. For the matrix, recycled emotional pain is
a resource.
The matrix does not begin on the outside. It originates from the very place
where we are no longer aware that we are reacting. Some emotions appear within
before our conscious mind can even process them. Not because they are ‘us,’
but because they have been learned, repeated, and passed on. They are
collective memories. Ingrained patterns. Reflexes.
A programme is easy to recognise when we know where to look. A programmed
memory always reacts before we do. It is always triggered by the same things.
It keeps coming back, even when we've mentally figured it out. It makes
us believe that “it's normal” or "that's life". When something gets activated
without us consciously choosing it, it is not an inner truth at all. It's an
automated response. What occurs repeatedly and absent-mindedly is not
experience. It's an instruction.
So the real question is not why, but whether this really feels like us.
Dissolving Coded Memories
We cannot dissolve a memory by fighting it, nor by 'working' on it. Exertion,
struggle, and emotional involvement are precisely what keeps it going. The key
is not confrontation but withdrawal.
When a script is being reactivated, the first thing to do is to cut short any
internal narrative. Stop recounting the story. Stop justifying. Simply give a
name to what is happening: “Such-and-such a programme has just been
activated.” Such dispassionate identification creates an instant distance.
Next comes non-reaction. The repetitive pattern seeks a hook, a vibration, an
emotional charge. If we remain neutral, present, unaffected, it runs out of
steam. Without anger, without sustained sadness, without inner drama, the
current no longer flows. This is not indifference, it is lucidity.
Then comes the refusal to consent. At some point, we must clearly state that
we have seen through the magic trick. That we are no longer willing to be part
of this cycle. Not by force, but by a clear internal decision.
Of course, the memory may re-surface. It may even grow stronger to begin with.
However, it is not a failure. It is a test. The matrix is simply checking
whether we're going to identify with it again or remain centred. When we hold
our position, something changes subtly but profoundly: the memory is still
there, but it no longer has any power.
One day, we find ourself smiling where before we would have tensed up.
Afterwards, we are confronted with the same issues again — the same types of
people, the same triggers. But inside, the ground is no longer the same. No
more fight or flight. No more justifying. Just quiet presence.
The memory eventually dies out on its own because it is no longer fed. There
was nothing to heal. Nothing to fix. Just to disengage. And what we lose is
not ourselves... it is what was feeding off us.
Lucid beings are not seeking happiness in the simulation. They are just trying
to free themselves from the workings of their programming by detaching
themselves from what does not belong to them in order to fully belong to
themselves.
On the occasion of the shift into the Year of the Horse last Tuesday, I decided to strike while the iron was hot and paid a visit to the stables, just to test the waters.
And honestly? Things were getting pretty heated.
No kidding — those horses were restless, full of fire, stomping around like they were itching for a wild ride.
I did my best not to get thrown off, to keep my cool and hold the reins steady, but those beasts nearly drove me round the bend.
And to top it all off, they sent me home with a nasty case of hay fever.
In two days, the Chinese New Year will be celebrated according to a calendar based on lunar cycles. A shift in energies enters the script. A sharp acceleration takes place. With the Fire Horse, the pace quickens to a gallop and the forest1
is set ablaze with pure unbridled Yang energy.
The Ride of the Archons
Galloping horses Are being held back towards the wheat fields
Take my path at last
Riding in the stirrups,
We're holding them back
According to the legend2 of the Great Race held by the Jade Emperor, the powerful and sure-footed Horse lost its place because the Snake had sneaked into its hooves. At the finish line, the Horse was startled... thus allowing the Snake to snatch sixth place.
Beneath its deceptively sacred appearance, the number seven (7), shaped like a scythe, is often regarded as a divine sacred number. In reality, it is that of the demiurgic loop. The seventh card (or arcanum3) of the tarot depicts cognitive dissonance in the form of a chariot drawn by two galloping horses: one black, one white (duality), each pulling in the opposite direction. Esoteric traditions refer to the steering power of the one who holds the reins. But the message is erroneous because the avatar (the driver of the chariot) remains on the horizontal plane of the entrapped Soul in the Matrix — while the Spirit rises above duality without the need for force.
Hellbent for Leather
The symbolism of the Horse is clear: it embodies vitality, honesty and spontaneity — but also emotional reactivity, which is one of the pillars of the Matrix and has the potential to throw it off balance. The Yang fire at play here is not the cold, sharp fire of the enlightening Spirit, but the fiery, destructive fire of Mars and its all-consuming warrior energies.
Up there above, with all our ships, it's gonna be a red day
Up there above, defying the heavens and all the banners
We, the bad angels, the outcasts, shall march together
We, the bad angels, won't be cursed by another kiss of Life
It is important to understand that the zodiac (whether Western or Chinese) is a holographic programming map and not a tool for self-discovery, as I once believed and mistakenly claimed. Except, of course, in the case of the Soul separated from its Spirit, which clings to its assigned role.
I know, that can be confronting — very much so. I myself am on the front line, absorbing the shockwave. Not that everything that is said is false, but an astrological chart is just that: an astral script in which we play the leading role. That protagonist and their story are not us.
Thus, as Iso V. Sinclair explains, “planetary programming is an aspect of the Matrix that keeps us within a certain frequency range. By studying these influences, using either type of astrology, we may begin to identify the recurring patterns, influences and forces that shape the perception of our reality. However, the ultimate goal is to transcend this programming, realising that our true essence is not bound to astral configurations or archontic planetary cycles. Supraconsciousness invites us to observe these influences without becoming attached to them; to acknowledge their existence while knowing that we are much more than the traits and tendencies they may describe.”
In other words, once a person becomes conscious, they may be able to crack the code of their vibrational prison by studying and discerning the astral currents that manipulate them — knowing that there always will be some truth and some falsehood — in order to extract the true gems from this astral mud and free themselves from these influences, thereby achieving a higher state of consciousness.
Straining Against the Reins
So, for 2026, the designers of this deathly simulation plan to hit the gas and set things off. The Yang-Yang combo of the Fire Horse doesn't tone things down: it amps them up. Ideas turn into action. Desire becomes an urge. Hesitation comes at a high price.
This is not a year for comfort or caution. It is a year for swift action, for launching projects without tying up all the loose ends, and for embracing change along the way. The world is racing forward because inaction is proving riskier than trying something new.
But the key issue here is not speed. It is controlling one's own speed.
A galloping horse may go far — provided that its rider remains alert and keeps it on course.
To navigate smoothly, it will be preferable to channel momentum rather than slow it down; to exercise patience without stifling audacity; to innovate and think outside the box.
Of Horses and Rats
This Matrix design is based on a predatory model, similar to that of the Archons, who incorporated enemy (antagonist) and compatible signs into the zodiacal programming in order to perpetuate this polarisation, this friction, this duality.
Well, the dawn it is howlin' and the main frame shakes.
I feel like I've been sleeping in a cellarful of snakes.
My wings have been clipped and my shoes have been stuck with glue.
Well, if you'll be my enemy I'll be your enemy too.
^ Please, note that legends vary and that sometimes there are thirteen animals. The Cat has been excluded but replaces the Rabbit in the Vietnamese zodiac.
Why eat truffles only during the holiday season? Who decides when you can treat yourself? Try this delicious recipe now. It's tastier and, above all, much healthier and lower in calories than the ones you may have enjoyed at Christmas.
Ingredients
Makes 20 truffles:
- 200 g dark chocolate
- 150 g coconut cream - 2 tablespoon agave syrup - 150 g de hazelnut kernels
Instructions
Melt chocolate with coconut cream and agave syrup in a double boiler.
Leave to harden in the fridge for 2 hours.
Roast the hazelnuts at 180°C on a baking tray. Leave to brown for 15 minutes, stirring every 5 minutes.
Chop the hazelnuts.
Shape the dough into small balls and roll them in the chopped hazelnuts.
These truffles will keep in the refrigerator in an airtight container lined with baking paper.
We've all heard of karma, the veil of oblivion and Akashic records. These
concepts are omnipresent in New Age spirituality and even in some ancient
traditions. But what if all these were actually a massive control system?
Why do we forget our past lives? Who decides what we have to pay? And do these
Akashic records really contain any truth?
Today we're going to have a look at how these three concepts work together in
order to keep humans entrapped in the matrix.
The Veil of Oblivion
Let's start with the manipulative tool called 'veil of oblivion'.
We are taught that every time we reincarnate, we forget our previous lives in
order to avoid being overwhelmed by traumatic memories. The veil of oblivion
is thus supposed to safeguard and allow us to start from scratch.
So how come some children may remember their previous lives if such veil is
systematically applied?
The veil of oblivion is unnatural. It's actually a matrix reset technology, a
deliberate memory interference designed to prevent us from perceiving the
cyclical, coerced nature of incarnation.
And if oblivion were a blessing, how is it that some children, as shown by
Robert Monroe's discoveries, may retain memories that eventually disappear as
they grow older?
The truth is those memories aren't lost. They are just locked. Authentic,
unfiltered memories may be recovered only through a reconnection with true
spirit.
Karma
Now, let's have a look at the moral prison known as karma.
We are told we must ‘pay’ for faults committed in previous lives. Our current
suffering is supposedly due to past deeds, and we thus reincarnate to learn
lessons and evolve spiritually.
Karma is not a cosmic law, but a programme for recycling souls. How can we
learn and grow when we can't remember anything? This system coerces souls into
accepting undue suffering and maintains their captivity.
Why do some ‘evil’ souls live privileged lives, while others experience
suffering from birth on?
This fictional debt has nothing to do with divine justice, but is a servitude
mechanism to reincorporate souls in the astral matrix after each death.
Akashic Records
Which leads us next, to the generally unreliable astral mirror Akashic records
are.
Akashic records are often described as a vast cosmic library storing all
memories of the past, present and future. They may be accessed through
meditation, hypnosis or via ‘Akashic guardians’.
But what we call 'Akashic records' actually seems to be an astral memory that
is partial, inconsistent, and often biased by the matrix. If these reflected
the absolute truth, why do accounts differ according to who access them? Why
do they almost always support the karmic dogma and the need to reincarnate?
Rather than a reliable source, they are more like a database of vibrations
modulated by astral filters. Consulting these records would be like seeking
the truth on the Internet, except that the results are sorted by an invisible
search engine.
If they were a genuine source of empowering knowledge, then how come
mankind is still caught up in such confusion and spiritual amnesia?
The Hidden Agenda of the System
Both veil of oblivion, karma and Akashic records are part of an invisible
prison serving the hidden agenda of the system.
The veil of oblivion prevents us from perceiving the cycle of coerced
incarnation, while karma encourages individuals to accept their condition, and
Akashic records foster the illusion of knowledge.
If these tools were truly designed for our own good, how come they are
preventing us from understanding the true nature of the matrix and our
entrapment?
How Can We Break Free of These Illusions?
Robert Monroe, an explorer of astral travelling, found that reincarnation isn't evolution,
but a system of coerced recycling.
Why encourage us to return over and over again, if not to keep us in a cycle
of energetic servitude?
There are many accounts of people enduring lifetimes of suffering, who are
convinced they are thereby atoning for alleged past faults even though they
have no memory of them, while some gurus may seize the opportunity to sell
them 'karmic healing'.
Why do people spend their lives trying to clear karma they can't even
remember? How can they be sure it's not a trap?
Amongst the influential figures who have promoted the concept of Akashic
records are
Linda Howe, who offered a ‘positive’ approach but whose accounts proved inconsistent;
Dolores Cannon, known for her work in regressive hypnosis, but often contradicted by her
patients' testimonies; and
Edgar Cayce, the so-called ‘sleeping prophet’, who claimed to tap into Akashic records,
but whose predictions were not always accurate.
So it would seem that Akashic readings are coloured by astral filters and
therefore do not provide absolute truths.
We should therefore avoid resorting to hypnosis or meditation to find out
about our past lives, because it's an astral trap. We should also avoid
attempting to 'clear our karma’ as its feeds the system and try not to access
Akashic records, since they are distorted by matrix filters and astral
inconsistencies.
And instead, we should re-establish our vibratory authority and dismiss the
idea of karmic debts; understand that we are not souls, but spirits held
captive by a matrix structure; and reconnect with our spirit as the sole
reliable source of information.
And what if the only way out was not about 'paying off a debt', but realising
it never existed in the first place?
As a Conclusion...
In short, karma, the veil of oblivion and Akashic records are not evolutionary
tools, but control mechanisms. We must stop accepting these dogmas and seek
reality for ourselves.
So did you ever question what you've always been told about reincarnation?
Politics is not a failure. It works exactly as intended. The elites are not
incompetent. They are consistent with the system they serve.
Wars are not accidents. They are tools of regulation. Demonstrations are not
revolutions. They are safety valves.
Seen from below, everything seems chaotic. From above, everything is perfectly
ordered. However, from the supramental perspective, it clearly appears that
there is no battle opposing sides, but only a theatre of consciousness.
The elites play their part in maintaining fear, fragmenting attention,
channelling anger, creating the illusion of choice. Left versus right. The
people versus the powerful. Nations versus nations. Always a visible
opposition, never the invisible structure.
War feeds the economy of fear. Politics feeds the illusion of control. The
media feeds the narrative. Protests feed the sense of action. Everything feeds
the system. Even rebellion. Especially unconscious rebellion.
Protesters believe they are fighting oppressors, but in reality, they are
contributing to the emotional field that allows the system to remain in place.
Anger, indignation, fear, and dashed hopes are fuel for the matrix.
The system does not fear crowds — it fears lucidity. A supraconscious mind can
see that this world does not hold up through force, but through unconscious
adherence.
We all play a part in keeping the system in place, through our inherited
fears, our defensive identities, our need for enemies, and our need for
saviours.
The elites are not at the top; they are managing a collective mental field,
serving the interests of egotistical personalities.
And as long as consciousness remains horizontal, pro vs anti, us vs them,
victory vs defeat, the game carries on. The real threat to the system is not
revolution, but inner withdrawal. The moment when one stops resonating with
the set frequency. The moment when one no longer feeds fear, hatred, or
illusory hope. The moment when one truly sees.
The initiate does not manifest. They deactivate the programme. And a system
without adherence always collapses on its own.
The world won't change when the elites fall. Because they will be replaced by
others, different yet identical. The world will change when we stop believing
that the battle is to be fought outside ourselves.
Everything is our projection. Nothing remains set in stone once we erase the
programme.
The matrix does not hold up through force. It holds up through unseen
adherence. That is what sustains the dream. No prison holds up through force.
It holds up through the consent of those who experience it.
You cannot confine consciousness. You may only offer it a framework... and let
it settle there of its own accord.
Consent doesn't come as a ‘yes’. It comes from habits, hope, the fear of
losing, the need to make sense of things, reward-seeking…
As long as you expect something from the system, you've already given your
consent to it.
As long as you seek improvement, you accept the framework.
As long as you ask for permission, you recognise authority.
The most perfect form of domination is silent. It is reassuring. It offers
explanations. It makes promises. Most importantly, it leads you to believe
that there's simply no other way.
Consent is not moral. It's structural.
Withdrawing consent requires neither anger, struggle, nor revolution. It
requires only one thing: to stop believing in it. The day you no longer adhere
to it, the mechanism idles. And when it happens, the system does not collapse.
It simply becomes useless.
No pillars of the matrix were ever imposed. All have been accepted.
In every way, 2025 has been a difficult year, both in terms of abrupt
realisations and significant events. As a result, I've had far less time to
read.
The following selection does not include the Harry Potter saga,
which I've revisited in its entirety as audiobooks, with the voices of Bernard
Giraudeau (volumes 1-4) and Dominique Collignon-Maurin (volumes 5-7). These
two amazing French actors (both now deceased) added extra depth to the story
without ever constraining the imagination, unlike the movie adaptations, which
sadly did exactly that.
Also absent is the continuation of the comic book adaptation of
Le Paris des Merveilles, a series of French novels by Pierre Pevel, which seemed compromised by the
sudden passing of Étienne Willem, who had produced about fifteen strips.
Little did we know of Capia’s talent, a young Belgian illustrator who
brilliantly took up her predecessor's graphic style, much to our delight. Even
so, it is still hard to come to terms with the fact that French-language book
fairs will never be the same without the late pipe-smoking, kilted Belgian
illustrator who always looked as if he had just stepped straight out of one of
his own comic books.
I also enjoyed reading the graphic novel adaptation of the first volume of
La Passeuse de mots, a French fantasy series, although I still haven't finished volume 4 because
the story has become so boring. Yet the first two were so exciting. That's
often the issue with series. Not so with J.K. Rowling’s, though, as she always
knows exactly where she is going and how to keep the reader in thrall until
the very last page.
1. The Hallmarked Man
A dismembered corpse is discovered in the vault of a silver shop. The
police initially believe it to be that of a convicted armed robber - but not
everyone agrees with that theory. One of them is Decima Mullins, who calls
on the help of private detective Cormoran Strike as she's certain the body
in the silver vault was that of her boyfriend - the father of her newborn
baby - who suddenly and mysteriously disappeared. The more Strike and his business partner Robin Ellacott delve into the
case, the more labyrinthine it gets. The silver shop is no ordinary one:
it's located beside Freemasons' Hall and specialises in Masonic silverware.
And in addition to the armed robber and Decima's boyfriend, it becomes clear
that there are other missing men who could fit the profile of the body in
the vault. As the case becomes ever more complicated and dangerous, Strike faces
another quandary. Robin seems increasingly committed to her boyfriend,
policeman Ryan Murphy, but the impulse to declare his own feelings for her
is becoming stronger than ever.
Robert Galbraith, 2025 - Sphere Books - 1072 pages
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As I mentioned earlier, J.K. Rowling is one of the very few authors whose sagas never disappoint me. And this eighth instalment in the Cormoran Strike crime series (published under the pen name Robert Galbraith) is no exception to the rule. However, I found it far less compelling than the previous one, in which Robin infiltrated a cult, only to narrowly escape, though not entirely unscathed. Her trauma continues to haunt her in this new episode. This is precisely what makes this saga so appealing, combining complex investigations and twists and turns galore with the evolution of an equally complicated relationship between the two protagonists, making the most of the ’slow burn’ technique. It's clear that without these larger-than-life (and fallible) characters — much more endearing than a Miss Marple or Sherlock Holmes of yesteryear — the series would certainly lose all its appeal.
What can I say without giving away the plot?
First of all, it's better to be fluent in English or in any language other
than French, since Grasset, the publisher of the series in France, is
apparently at odds with the author's political views on social media and has
put the release of the last two volumes on hold — even though they are
bestsellers worldwide. Welcome to Wokistan, the kingdom of the self-proclaimed
‘awake’.
Despite the brief outlines on the back cover, Freemasons aren't really at the
heart of the story. But shhh, I will say no more. Paedophilia, on the other
hand... human trafficking... cancel culture... manipulation... corruption
within the police force... You should always judge a book by its cover. Except
for Cormoran and Robin, of course.
Can't wait for book 9!
2. The Institute
In the middle of the night, in a house on a quiet street in suburban
Minneapolis, intruders silently murder Luke Ellis’s parents and load him
into a black SUV. The operation takes less than two minutes. Luke will wake
up at The Institute, in a room that looks just like his own, except there’s
no window. And outside his door are other doors, behind which are other kids
with special talents—telekinesis and telepathy—who got to this place the
same way Luke did: Kalisha, Nick, George, Iris, and ten-year-old Avery
Dixon. They are all in Front Half. Others, Luke learns, graduated to Back
Half, “like the roach motel,” Kalisha says. “You check in, but you don’t
check out.”
In this most sinister of institutions, the director, Mrs. Sigsby, and her
staff are ruthlessly dedicated to extracting from these children the force
of their extranormal gifts. There are no scruples here. If you go along, you
get tokens for the vending machines. If you don’t, punishment is brutal. As
each new victim disappears to Back Half, Luke becomes more and more
desperate to get out and get help. But no one has ever escaped from the
Institute.
As psychically terrifying as Firestarter, and with the spectacular kid power
of It, The Institute is Stephen King’s gut-wrenchingly dramatic story of
good vs. evil in a world where the good guys don’t always win.
Stephen King, 2019 - Scribner - 576 pages
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It's no secret that Stephen King has long been one of my favourite authors. That said, over time and given his extraordinary productivity, I've lost track of his rather inconsistent bibliography. And his tendency always to explore the same themes and the same types of characters even became tiresome. That's how I had completely missed this gem, originally published in 2020, which marks the return of the master of horror at his best. No fantasy or supernatural elements this time, though, but the exposure of real-life monsters. Not the kind that lurks in the sewers, preying on little children (It), but those who take them away from home during their sleep and torture them in the name of the public interest and patriotic sacrifice for the common good (sic). It's sickening.
Where some mention references to mind control projects such as MK Ultra (now declassified), it seems to me that the activities of this secret institute are more closely related to a secret programme run by the US military for decades (during the Cold War until the 1990s) that used 'psychoenergetics ‘ — psychokinesis, telepathy and, most prominently in the case of the now infamous Fort Meade experiment in the 1970s, ’remote viewing' — to collect intelligence. As part of Project Stargate, the collective name for a series of programmes with code names like Grill Frame and Sun Streak, the US government was training an army of telepaths. Or, at least, they were trying to.
Notably, an 8-episode mini-series adaptation aired this summer on HBO. Although the actors were all excellent and the script remained fairly faithful to the novel, some of the plot shortcuts struck me as questionable, especially since they robbed the story of all its tension. In addition, many elements have been toned down to appeal to a teenage audience, and the children look much older than in King's story. I'd therefore recommend reading the book instead.
3. Caraval
Wecome to Caraval, where nothing is quite what it seems...
Scarlett has never left the tiny isle of Trisda, pining from afar for the
wonder of Caraval, a once-a-year week-long performance where the audience
participates in the show.
Caraval is Magic. Mystery. Adventure. And for Scarlett and her beloved
sister Tella it represents freedom and an escape from their ruthless,
abusive father.
When the sisters' long-awaited invitations to Caraval finally arrive, it
seems their dreams have come true. But no sooner have they arrived than
Tella vanishes, kidnapped by the show's mastermind organiser, Legend.
Scarlett has been told that everything that happens during Caraval is only
an elaborate performance. But nonetheless she quickly becomes enmeshed in a
dangerous game of love, magic and heartbreak. And real or not, she must find
Tella before the game is over, and her sister disappears forever.
Stephanie Garber, 2018 - Gollancz - 1552 pages
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I admit it: I've always hated cheesy romance. And that's not what the Caraval trilogy (or quadrilogy, if you count the ‘bonus’ novella) is, even though it's labelled ‘fantasy romance’. Aimed at a ‘young adult’ audience, it's a far cry from the steamy — bordering on hardcore — erotica of Karen Marie Moning's Fever series, which is marketed under the same label.
A carnivalesque, theatrical world that immediately reminds me of Tim Burton's films, but also more specifically of Ciro Marchetti's illustrations — particularly his Oracle of Visions. In fact, the second and third instalments feature divination cards, as well as a rather roguish Jack of Hearts.
My take on these novels probably has nothing to do with the author's intended message, but I couldn't help drawing parallels with the Matrix simulation. Again, I can't elaborate without potentially spoiling the plot. The main theme revolves around false pretences, projections, dreams within dreams and, in a larger sense, the nature of what we call ‘reality’. It's a shame the last volume fails to maintain consistency, but as I said above, this seems to be a recurring issue inherent to many sagas.
4. The Secret of Secrets
Robert Langdon, esteemed professor of symbology, travels to Prague to
attend a groundbreaking lecture by Katherine Solomon—a prominent noetic
scientist with whom he has recently begun a relationship. Katherine is on
the verge of publishing an explosive book that contains startling
discoveries about the nature of human consciousness and threatens to disrupt
centuries of established belief. But a brutal murder catapults the trip into
chaos, and Katherine suddenly disappears along with her manuscript. Langdon
finds himself targeted by a powerful organization and hunted by a chilling
assailant sprung from Prague's most ancient mythology. As the plot expands
into London and New York, Langdon desperately searches for Katherine . . .
and for answers. In a thrilling race through the dual worlds of futuristic
science and mystical lore, he uncovers a shocking truth about a secret
project that will forever change the way we think about the human mind.
Dan Brown, 2025 - Bantam Books - 688 pages
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I must confess that I enjoy Dan Brown's books as a way to escape the tedious routine of my daily Matrix life. However, since the publication of The Da Vinci Code in 2003, I soon realised that there's nothing more to it than pure entertainment, capitalising on the esoteric conspiracy theories made popular by the events of 9/11.
After an eight-year hiatus and 250 million books sold, the formula still works, making Dan Brown one of the most widely read (and best-selling) authors in the world. It's mind-boggling to see all the anti-leak measures surrounding the global release of this new instalment of the adventures of Professor Robert Langdon. For eight months, the translators had to work in "a secret location, some kind of bunker" without access to the internet. Every evening, they had to leave their papers "in a secure safe in a locked room". And once the books were printed, they were locked away "in rooms guarded by security night and day".
Incidentally, the Secret of Secrets is about an important manuscript that was stolen from a publisher's premises. Regarding the French translation, it is best to read the original English version if possible, as the translation is riddled with errors. In the opening scene, the character involved changes gender every other sentence, making it difficult to understand. It's unacceptable that no proofreading was done before publication.
As for the story itself, the theme is strangely reminiscent of The Institute, but unlike King's story, which is much more down-to-earth, Brown is much into happy endings, where the bad guys aren't really that bad after all. Otherwise, the guided tour of Prague was pretty cool.
Modern technology has reached a point where anything can easily be falsified.
Indeed, even experts sometimes find it hard to discern what is real from what
has been generated by artificial intelligence.
In everyday life, apart from social media — where fewer people are truly who
they claim to be — you can all too easily be deceived. Not only by gurus or
scammers, but also by manipulators, narcissists, or false friends.
However, there is a sure way to know who you’re really dealing with: the
vibrational signature. It is recognised not by what you see, hear or
feel, but solely by its vibration.
A vibrational signature is inimitable — like an energy fingerprint or an
encrypted code. Picture it as a unique wave, impossible to duplicate, composed
of frequencies which are specific to each individual or entity.
Entities may mimic form, voice or behaviour, but they cannot conceal or
falsify their vibrational signature. It is their hallmark, a subtle imprint
that remains unaltered and recognisable to those able to read it.
That is why it is essential to train yourself to perceive the energy beyond
all appearances and forms. For discernment, do not rely solely on your senses
or first impressions.
Identifying a vibrational signature is like picking out a particular scent in
a crowded room — you cannot mistake it for another. Basically, it's like some
kind of key no one else has or is able to replicate.
The secret to reading a vibrational signature is absolute neutrality — an
absence of emotion and polarisation (good/evil, light/dark, truth/lies, etc.).
To see beyond form, you must stop believing. All forms are deceptive.
Entities, faces, words, scenarios.
Practise perceiving waves beyond forms.
Refuse emotional attachment. Emotion colours, magnetises and distorts. Always
adopt an observer's perspective.
Stay alert without getting tense. This generates a kind of electrical
coherence in the subtle bodies, which then becomes a sensor for frequency
anomalies.
Train your sensors. Do it in public places, on strangers, on speeches. Don't
judge, assess. Ask yourself: “Is it shallow, dense, recycled, new, mimetic? Is
it repulsive or attractive?” Invert your impressions to confuse the matrix —
you’ll soon see the reality behind the façade.
Develop your own vibration field. To do this, you need to stay true to your
core, refuse to be dragged down by the astral plane, and maintain consistency
between your decisions and your actions. Your vibration then becomes a blade
that cuts through the layers of the simulation.
Early each year, we have expectations and hopes that generate a great deal of excitement or anxiety, inevitably resulting in disappointment and frustration.
A great harvest of loosh for the matrix.
Let's use this new cycle — which is nothing new at all — to finally break the loop by focusing on our inner axis instead of feeding polarised scripts, whether positive or negative.
The Call of the Real The Real is not reached by adding meaning, but by letting the dream die.
If you've been following my work, you might have noticed a gradual decrease ...
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