The Matrix is all about waking up from the illusion—the outward appearance of what is real—what is important. It’s about how we can barely live with positivity and need a constructed world full of suffering to keep us “happy.” I think it’s about making a third to fourth order shift in meaning making. Becoming self-reliant and self-centered, in the best possible way. It’s about identity—knowing who we are and believing. Neo is The One, but he doesn’t know it. Until he believes, he’s stuck in a limiting worldview. The Wachowski brothers are expressing the importance of the left-hand quadrants, the interior individual and collective.

This film speaks to the mystical despite religious preference. The unseen world, the world behind the matrix, is real, but not for the faint of heart. Cypher just wants to be inserted back into oblivion where he enjoy steak, even though it’s an illusion. But we can’t go back. Once we realize the existence of the world unseen, it’s too late. We’ve already taken the red pill. It reminds me of Wilber’s second fall that he describes in Up from Eden. The first fall happened in the Garden or at the beginning of human history. The second fall is when we wake up to the original fall. We want to go back, but it’s impossible. Eating from the tree of the knowledge of good and evil is like taking the red pill. So, faithfully reporting on what I experience in the unseen world is an expression of Integral Art. Just like the Wachowskis, creating a film version of this myth, this neo-myth, I too must report what I’ve seen—the things I’ve learned.