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I was shown my own personal matrix today

You take the blue pill and the story ends.
You wake in your bed and you believe whatever you want to believe.

You take the red pill and you stay in Wonderland, 
and I show you how deep the rabbit-hole goes.



Have you ever had this foundation that you've based several areas of your life on....a construct that you just took at face value as the natural order of things...only to have it completely presented to you in a way that was nothing at all like you had been living (for the past 30+ years)?

All I can say is that I can't go into the details. I promised that I wouldn't. Not for a long while. And that's ok. I don't know that I could tell anyone right now.

All I can really say about it is this....I've had something happen to me today that is very VERY eerily parallel to what happened to Keanu Reeves in the Matrix.

I took the fucking red pill today boys and girls.

And I'm really not sure how far down the rabbit hole goes. I know the entrance to the rabbit hole was shown to me on Route 23 North this afternoon. And I can honestly say that today was one of those defining moments in my life where I can never again go back to the way certain things were. The plug has been pulled, and that skeleton is gone from my closet.

I know I can't turn back. Too many things are riding on me wrapping my head around the shit from today.

I only hope it doesn't take me 30 years to do it.

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