Mystic, occultist, and esotericist here to bear vivid witness *Awake in the Dream, Awakening the Dreaming* Team Sattva
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“Now you see what you thought was yours
Could never be had
Take a look around,
Try to understand
That it's a game
That you'll never hold
Onto very long, long
Where we are isn't just a place
Where everything remains
You can stay where you are
I will wake you
I will wake you in the morning (in the morning)
You can stay where you are
So don't you worry
Don't you worry, keep on sleeping”
-Savoir Adore
“Who's in a bunker? Who's in a bunker?”
- Radiohead
You are dead asleep and dreaming in a bunker/ world under the real world (underworld)
Ode
BY ARTHUR O'SHAUGHNESSY
We are the music makers,
And we are the dreamers of dreams,
Wandering by lone sea-breakers,
And sitting by desolate streams; —
World-losers and world-forsakers,
On whom the pale moon gleams:
Yet we are the movers and shakers
Of the world for ever, it seems.
With wonderful deathless ditties
We build up the world's great cities,
And out of a fabulous story
We fashion an empire's glory:
One man with a dream, at pleasure,
Shall go forth and conquer a crown;
And three with a new song's measure
Can trample a kingdom down.
We, in the ages lying,
In the buried past of the earth,
Built Nineveh with our sighing,
And Babel itself in our mirth;
And o'erthrew them with prophesying
To the old of the new world's worth;
For each age is a dream that is dying,
Or one that is coming to birth.
A breath of our inspiration
Is the life of each generation;
A wondrous thing of our dreaming
Unearthly, impossible seeming —
The soldier, the king, and the peasant
Are working together in one,
Till our dream shall become their present,
And their work in the world be done.
They had no vision amazing
Of the goodly house they are raising;
They had no divine foreshowing
Of the land to which they are going:
But on one man's soul it hath broken,
A light that doth not depart;
And his look, or a word he hath spoken,
Wrought flame in another man's heart.
And therefore to-day is thrilling
With a past day's late fulfilling;
And the multitudes are enlisted
In the faith that their fathers resisted,
And, scorning the dream of to-morrow,
Are bringing to pass, as they may,
In the world, for its joy or its sorrow,
The dream that was scorned yesterday.
But we, with our dreaming and singing,
Ceaseless and sorrowless we!
The glory about us clinging
Of the glorious futures we see,
Our souls with high music ringing:
O men! it must ever be
That we dwell, in our dreaming and singing,
A little apart from ye.
For we are afar with the dawning
And the suns that are not yet high,
And out of the infinite morning
Intrepid you hear us cry —
How, spite of your human scorning,
Once more God's future draws nigh,
And already goes forth the warning
That ye of the past must die.
Great hail! we cry to the comers
From the dazzling unknown shore;
Bring us hither your sun and your summers;
And renew our world as of yore;
You shall teach us your song's new numbers,
And things that we dreamed not before:
Yea, in spite of a dreamer who slumbers,
And a singer who sings no more.
In the occult we are referred to as Moon Children or simply “The Children”.
I’ve said many times that in this world, everything is based on metaphor. I’ve talked a lot about how the image of THE ISLAND is used over and over again to describe aspects of our reality.
If you take a look at an infant in the womb (Matrix) you can see how it is attached and tethered to the island. So the metaphor absolutely tracks.
We are asleep in the Matrix on the island surrounded by the sea (amniotic fluid).
“Help me, someone, let me out of here Then out of the dark was suddenly heard Welcome to the home by the sea”
-Genesis
“The greatest thing by far is to be a master of metaphor; it is the one thing that cannot be learnt from others; and it is also a sign of genius, since a good metaphor implies an intuitive perception of the similarity in the dissimilar.”
-Aristotle
“I'm on the highway to hell
Highway to hell
I'm on the highway to hell
Highway to hell”
-AC/DC
We are the dead, in the underworld, and we don’t even remember because we have drank from the river Lethe.
“They have as king over them the angel of the bottomless pit. His name in Hebrew is Abaddon, and in Greek he is called Apollyon.”
Revelation 9:11
A Bad Don
Of course they will put him on an inverted pentagram. If you don’t know the difference between an upright and an inverted pentagram, Google it. 
