The Beggar Without a Badge
The first genuine smile I have seen in years in this rich, prosperous country.
The Invisible Reality: A Forgotten Consciousness
The other day, I briefly found myself in Norway’s capital for a meeting. Oslo, a city I try to avoid as much as possible, is a place I visit only when absolutely necessary. I had carefully planned my journey: first, a twenty-minute bike ride, followed by another twenty minutes on the train. At first glance, nothing extraordinary—just a routine trip without any particular complexity.
Yet, the real preparation was not in the logistics of the journey or the business meeting itself. Years of experience have ensured that I no longer need intensive preparation for conversations, regardless of their level or context. The routine and knowledge I have built over the years take care of that effortlessly. But a different kind of preparation is required—one that goes beyond the material.
What truly matters is the mental and energetic attunement preceding such excursions. This is deeply connected to my years of research into consciousness, experiencing a differently wired mind, and the ability to perceive what remains invisible to most. My preparation was not external but internal: aligning myself with the subtle layers of reality, navigating dimensions that only reveal themselves when one learns to see from a different perspective.
The Matrix and Its True Message
I have watched The Matrix three times between 1999 and now. Each time, I discover new things and better understand its deeper message. What fascinates me is how someone in 1999 already had these insights and managed to translate them into such a well-thought-out and visionary film. Anyone who delves even slightly into consciousness and history will soon realize that the themes in The Matrix are not just of our time. Similar cycles have played out before. Books on ancient history are full of them. So no, this is not a coincidence.
What is remarkable is that when you find yourself in the fourth dimension—the phase in which you process all the unresolved burdens you have carried with you your entire life and gradually free yourself from the material—you begin to see and experience the world in an entirely different way.
By the way, this is a phase you will go through, whether you like it or not, in order to eventually reach the fifth dimension. A realm where fear, power, and money do not exist. Exactly as it was always meant to be, and as it once was long ago.
The film ends with images of a destroyed world, a true Armageddon. Is that what awaits us? If I am honest, I think so. Just spend a day in the city, open your eyes. Look around carefully and then ask yourself whether things will ever truly get better. I am curious about your answer.
I experience the world just as Neo does in The Matrix. That one scene where Morpheus explains to Neo which programs are running as they walk through the city. The same kinds of people can be seen today: figures moving through the masses, completely absorbed in their routines, without being truly present. Just like in the 1999 film, these people pass by without even seeing you.
On the train, the scene is no different. Everyone sits or stands hunched over, engrossed in their phones. Many wear headphones, with a hoodie or beanie covering their heads, their faces pale, completely disconnected from their surroundings. Recognizable? Only a few make eye contact. A single glance is enough: “Do you see it too?”
On the streets of a city that prides itself on wealth and prosperity, beggars sit—sometimes young people. They seem to be allowed there because they have been given a card by society, which they must visibly wear. But a few do not have this card and clearly exist outside the program. They fall outside the structure, beyond the controlled reality. Perhaps they have seen something the rest have not yet perceived or dared to acknowledge.
The Beggar Without a Card
On my way home, I stop for a quick errand. At the entrance of the local village store, a woman sits wearing dirty clothes, with a bag containing all her belongings. She holds a sign with text I cannot read.
Her friendly smile captivates me, and for the first time in my life, I give money. Money for a beggar without a badge.
A beggar who understands the world far better than we all think we do. As I get on my bike and head home, she waves at me with kindness.
The first genuine smile I have seen in years in this rich, prosperous country.
Thanks for being with me today, and thanks for your smile!
Ron
This reminds me of something similar I was thinking of the other day. Ever notice that when you say "hi" to people, you (in most cases) get a "hi" back. But when you don't say "hi", you don't get a spontaneous "hi" back either (or at least this is a million time more rare then the previous option).