Matrix 4 continued IV

NEO gets up and goes outside. The view is breathtaking.

WHITE PUMA and BLISS are talking to a hologram that seems to be projected in the sky above them. PULOWI and JUWA, a woman and man Colombian Wayuu, are receiving the latest update.

PULOWI: If what you say is true, we cannot allow Iscariot to divide Zion from the Agents and machines any longer. We must teach their machines, that we are all on the same side.

JUWA: We must do this quickly. I cannot see, what is the fastest way to heal this breach between the Machine World and Zion, but I know, that it must be done soon, before there is any loss of life.


Interior. The yurt. The AGENTS join NEO and BLISS around the fire, as WHITE PUMA hands around bowls of tsampa gruel.

AGENT 1: What the machines don’t understand about the people of Zion, is that they live underground, biologically speaking.


NEO and BLISS simultaneously look up, then at each other.

PULOWI AND JUWA, NKAZIMULO and STHANDEKILE, all notice a change in frequency in their own locations, and they exchange glances with each other.

Interior. THE COUNCIL OF ISCARIOT. The members are in an uproar, having sensed the change. The only one quiet is EZRA. He is looking down at his hands on his lap. He rubs the print of his third finger on the left hand, once against the thumbprint. And then he speaks.

EZRA: If he is speaking to her, it stands to reason that now we must, too.

RAZORBACK: She will not be willing.

COMPROMISE: She will be brought to a confrontation!

EZRA: If you don’t mind not shouting. [a pause] How is the machine attack on Zion proceeding?

ZWILLING: The machines are approaching Zion now.


Zion ships are gathering at the intersection of several tunnels.

Interior. NIOBE’s ship. The command deck. NIOBE is receiving instructions from GHOST.

GHOST: I will be in contact when we receive more information, Captain Niobe.

NIOBE: What consciousness is behind these machines? There must be more than we know.

ASHOK: I know that NEO probably has it all figured out.

NIOBE: If he did, why haven’t we solved it by now?

NIOBE smiles and ASHOK smiles back.

ASHOK: We’re just going to have to deal with the uncertainty, aren’t we?

NIOBE: Whatever’s about to happen, we have to be ready for it.

TAKEISHA: I don’t see what’s so hard about it, we’re fighting for our country, so we just fight. I don’t see why everyone’s afraid!

NIOBE: We’re afraid because we know what’s out there.


Interior. The yurt.

AGENT 1: Organisms that live underground, have a tendency to evolve into a different type of life form.

AGENT 2: We must do something differently, to bring human beings back to their natural habitat.

AGENT 3: They’re not gonna like it.

BLISS: Is that why they’re like insects, so skinny, and very nervous and afraid?

NEO: [laughing] that’s not why. The reason why, is that our culture must overcome fear.

BLISS: I think that they must come back to the earth, back to the planet itself, if we are to nourish their health properly, and their children’s. Children need the earth.

AGENT 1: Overcoming fear and going back to the earth are one and the same thing.

AGENT 3: The machines are already implementing it.


NIOBE’s ship. Interior.

TAKEISHA: They’re coming at us from a completely different direction than we anticipated.

ASHOK: This intersection accesses old tunnels leading to the surface.

NIOBE: is that where they’re coming from?

TAKEISHA: I believe so.


Exterior. The parsonage. ZANDER and THANDIWE are fighting through to their motorcade, with their armed guard. One Zion GUARD is downed by an AGENT’s bullet, another one slings him over her shoulder and starts moving him out, covered by another GUARD. ZANDER clashes with an AGENT who puts a Glock in his face at point-blank range, he smashes the AGENT’s arm with his AR-15 and lands another blow fast to the agent’s face. THANDIWE finishes him off with a knife in his ribs, he gasps his last as blood seeps out of his shirt and mouth. The DRIVER opens the door and drags the wounded GUARD in and the female GUARD follows.

DRIVER: Come on!

ZANDER and THANDIWE walk backwards towards the van, firing at the AGENTS until they’re right at the door of their vehicle, then they jump in and slam the door as the DRIVER peels out.

ZANDER: Where’s the exit?

DRIVER: Right around the corner.

DRIVER careens around the corner into an alley and they see the alley is already blocked by AGENTS shielding themselves behind three unmarked sedans.

DRIVER: Oh, shit!

DRIVER slams into reverse as the AGENTS open fire, smashing the windshield and blowing the passenger side mirror off. ZANDER and THANDIWE open fire, downing two AGENTS. They’re already speeding down the street, weaving through traffic. THANDIWE is on the phone.

THANDIWE: We need a new exit.

OPERATOR: Five blocks down. There’s a hotel with a coffee shop in the lobby. Go in the coffee shop service entrance and there’s a phone on the manager’s desk. Hurry up, it’s almost closing time.

ZANDER: What the fuck are they doing?

ZANDER is aiming backwards out the shattered rear window. The AGENTS are falling out, as if they’ve given up the chase.

DRIVER: It’s a trap.

ZANDER: Get us out of here, FAST.

TheThe SUV slows in front of the hotel with the coffee shop. They turn down the alley and get out, rushing into the service entrance. Pushing past uniformed employees and stacks of supplies, the open the MANAGER’s office door.

MANAGER: Hey, this space is for employees only!

THANDIWE picks up the phone and promptly disappears, followed by ZANDER and the DRIVER in short order.

DRIVER: Nice meeting you!

The DRIVER grins manically at the MANAGER before he’s suddenly gone.


Hero’s Journey

The Hero’s journey is an archetypal story of how human souls achieve spiritual power. The Hermetic principles are that what comes up, must go down and vice versa. So if you want to rise high, dig deep. Don’t be afraid to be cast down, because there you will find your brightest light. This is in all the stories. Remember, in the Lord of the Rings, the starlight that Sam used to rescue Frodo from the spider? Powerful stories are powerful because they contain truth. If you haven’t failed, you cannot rise above. This song was written for my cousin who is a survivor of ritual abuse.

The Hero

Birds are flying across the southern sky
you might not be good at love, but you’ve got to try
selfish and sad, you act like you’re proud to be alone
if you were surrounded with friends, your bad habits might show.
Tragic and sorry, and mean as a viper
hiding your hurt by being self righteous
forgiveness is a word you’ve heard, but you don’t know how it feels
to get or give seems dangerous,
so you’re digging in your heels
hero, go into the darkest cavern you can find
in the depths of Mother Earth is where your ego’s gonna die
hero go forward
there is no going back
gather all the courage that you have and zero in on your path
to find your way out, look for the glimmer of light
that tiny spark of hope
in the darkness of your darkest side
and rise
hero, rise
fighting your way out
a sweaty, bloody climb
clinging in the blackest bowels
with all your might
to your life
love is what the world was built for
clouds are scrawled across the sky
like animals leaping with joy
we are light
and we are one
hero, I’m on the other side
why don’t you come?

Liberation Poem

Those who we accuse
of abusing
Were abused.
Maybe by someone they depended upon to be alive
And although they’ve decided to survive
Being alive hurts too much sometimes.
I have been there.
We can make new choices.
We don’t need to build on that foundation.
We can be the ones to break the pattern.
Inside is all the strength we need.
All the permission we need.
You see this USA country
Is founded on some pretty big lies.
Every day we deny
That we’re connected to the genocide
Of First Nations and Africans
And that’s the pattern we’ve been repeating because
We have not consequentially withdrawn our consent
From that pattern.
What the process looks like inside someone’s head
I imagine
Goes something like this:
If I love, then I probably love someone who needs me
To help them make this right.
If I love, then I probably love someone who needs
An ally to stand with them
In defiance of the program,
In disruption of the pattern.
So I just won’t love. It’s ok. What’s love?
It’s not something to eat or a place to live
A nice car to drive
You can’t knock your knuckles on it and hear a sound, so
Who will even notice?
And love, invisibly, starts to shrink.
In its place, a cold nothing starts creeping in.
Our world is dying.
We need to stop the denying.
In engineering, if we lie,
The bridge falls down,
The plane won’t fly.
It’s the same with Love.
By no longer depending on abusive
Ideology, role models of behavior
Or culture, for our money
For our opportunities
For our rationalizations;
By no longer depending on abuse
To define our identity
To define
Good and bad
How we react
Where we stand
What we’re allowed to do
We will start a new civilization founded on Love.

My healing journey prayer

I have been healing my sacral creative chakra for some years due to being touched inappropriately when I was three.  I don’t want to confront it, but it’s the truth.  I was harmed significantly by that behavior.

This is the prayer I used to heal:

I receive all the rights to my creations back with gratitude! Thank you.

I receive others’ agreement stating that I own all the rights to my shakti (creative energy), with gratitude. Thank you!

I receive the lessons of this experience fully. I value myself. The part of me that was damaged is now healed so that predatory people cannot take advantage of my wound and I only attract people who love and encourage my wholeness.

I am grateful to receive the help of wonderful people who I can trust, who will free me from whatever unhealthy relationship I had with the past so that I am relating to it and to everyone in a healthy, self-respecting, empowered way.

I receive the healing of this experience fully and completely into my energetic field and I release all cords between myself and The past completely, with gratitude, forgiveness and unconditional love.

I am ready to receive money and all the other benefits of my creation, to myself and embrace these rewards with gratitude.

And so it is.

How Long Before It Dawns On ‘Merica


How long before it dawns on ‘Merica?

That racism induces error

That good is better than evil

That peace is better than war.

How long before it dawns on ‘Merica?

That female is as worthy as male

That energy is infinite

And free.

How long before it dawns on ‘Merica.

We see, we see.  The Dawnzer Lee Light.

Klickitat Street, or MAX Light Rail, Portland?

How shall we remember thy name.

Day chases day

Each passing moment rakes

Mere Anarchy

across the world.

How long before it dawns on ‘Merica?

Will the Dawn’s Early Light tell us of

How diminished human beings are by the desire to subjugate;

to control.

Don’t you know, that the slave you hold down,

Must be held down.

And while you are holding her down

You will never be free.

“Genocide. That was their intent. To make life hard for us so we’d cause our own destruction.” Brown people, black people, white people who were colonized within Europe and the British Isles. This Hawaiian leader speaks echoes across the millennia of colonization.

The opposite of self-destruction is self-love. Self love is self care AND it is also tending, valuing the planet. It is valuing each other. It is seeing that we are all interconnected. If one of us is hurt, it hurts all of us. If one of us is healed, it heals all of us. Malama pono.

Spiritual Power


Suspended in the dark emptiness of space

A conversation

With a mind.

Take this.

It is the last weapon that there is.

A light sword.

With it, you will become powerful.  This sword

Will show you all your fear,

Your weakness

Your vulnerability

Your cheap tricks

Your bad habits.

When you have made your peace with all of those,

You will finally

Be disciplined.


Is real power.


Pursuing relationship and self actualization are, in fact, opposite choices. 

However, like the line between night and day, or dreaming and waking, there is a place where they become the same thing.

This is the first clue to the Buddhist idea of rigpa.

The closest moment to the rigpa is the moment of creativity.  That is why we must be very careful of our thoughts.  To give our life energy to a thought or idea is to realize it.

Original painting by Malian. Prints available at


Telling a Truer Story About Me

new moon

The portals. All we are doing is telling a story about ourselves to everyone. Trying to tell a true story. And the portals are when we decide it’s time to change our story.

Yudhistira Purwanto took this photograph in Jogjakarta, Indonesia. I met him and his crew of cinematographic friends as I made my pilgrimage to my mother’s birthplace; becoming more of who I really am. Telling a truer story about me.

Portals are scary. We have to trust that there is something better on the other side. This  surrender is the teaching of the Asian philosophies. All the fantasy generated by the Ahamkara, the I-Maker (ego in English) is simply illusion. To invest in the illusion is a grand mistake.

I am Asian. It is my culture to release the illusion. It’s only a story. Maybe a playful story, maybe interesting. Maybe heart-rendering. But just a story. A story we can change.

Happy New Moon.

malian signature



House of Your Purity


Oh you

Spiritual traveller

Connected to the stars

I saw you sleeping in the forest

Under hoary trees

With your overcoat on

The peace of cold clean water in your soul.

You slept with a clear conscience

In the house of your purity, your heart

Was sparkling truth

Your throat singing sweet chords of honesty.

I saw you, with long grey hair tied behind your head

Shaggy but tranquil

You kept my hair clip in your flannel pocket as a talisman

A message of love from the cosmos

And your dreams became sweet.