The Mystery Is Me: Streams from a World on Fire
Last night I sat down and let a stream pour through me onto Chatgpt. Not the first time and wont be the last. No agenda, no editing, just raw witnessing of this strange, beautiful, violent, creative, confusing moment we are all living through in one way of the other. I decided to leave it unpolished, because that’s how life comes: unpolished. What follows is four parts; a stream, a reflection, a rhyme, and a final pondering. These are my snapshots of transparency.
Part One | The Stream
It is 21:13 on the 1st of October 2025 and I am just sitting here, pondering the paradox of this existence, my existence. Holding the velocity, the vastness of all that is happening all at once.
I see certain parts of that on Instagram and Facebook, and all the many different ways of expressing itself. Many different ways that people are expressing themselves. Many different opinions.
I just watched a video talking about the American government shutting down, and these extreme wars that are happening, one in the Middle East and of course in many other places. The Ukraine, Russia, Iran, Congo. Millions of displaced humans on the planet. Such dividing and othering and violence. Massive imbalance in wealth distribution. So many stories of fear saying that the world is either coming to an end or climate disasters.
Then different opinions around hundreds of years of planning. That when something comes into place, it has been planned for hundreds of years through those that orchestrate and definitely control vast big choices of humanity. Plato’s cave of fear, where humans are indoctrinated, conditioned by fear, and we are submissive and subversive to control, domination and identity crises.
Then the multi-realities playing out all at once. The opinions of ascension or not, flat Earth or round, the world map is not correct in its proportions, and the planets do not move through space, there is no space, landing on the moon was hoax, the sun is not as far away as we are told, it is all just happening here, it is a simulation. Chemtrails are killing us among many other man made strategies. So many humans just trying to navigate through the lies, distortions and the misinformation.
Sexuality is trying to come out more than ever before. Then all the different kinds of sexual violations, sex trafficking that have happened, even in places that are supposed to be more spiritual. Guruism and the many misunderstandings and abuse that occurs. Trauma becoming more of a topic, personal trauma, collective trauma and how that is at the result of so much destruction and violence.
This is supporting a deeper understanding of the nervous system and consent and boundaries. People becoming brave enough to speak out and realising how violated they have been at different parts of their life, in different scenarios, from subtle to gross, in workplaces and experiences they have had.
Then the greater wisdom of the prophecy of this time, where all of the shadows of the dark, the shadows of the light, have to come to the surface for a radical shift in consciousness to occur.
And of course the conflict of the new age and religious indoctrination turned into other modalities. Plant medicines and different ways that we can explore our consciousness and come out of the box of our conformity, see beyond the seeing and the limitations of the five senses.
The recent telepathy tapes episodes on podcasts about these autistic children and so many other things that we cannot even get to experience, the phenomena of this phenomenal existence. I and many are not able to experience so much in this life due to survivalism, lack and scarcity and the need to make money to exist. Then you have all the different people and companies competing for marketing, attention and consumption.
Who is doing well, who is not doing well? Distracted through entertainment and wanting to be seen. These social platforms, billions of people on them, just screening themselves and showing their day-to-day lives, dancing om screen, drama, advice, making cakes and dancing cats to eating with pigs. It is like, fuck. It is a wild kind of hedonistic, dynamic cacophony of creation exploded into different mediums.
And then hooked and plugged into the TVs in our hands. Everyone says, “I don’t have a TV anymore,” but we are holding powerful TVs in our hands.
And then we’re just here, existing in day-to-day stuff. The car breaks down. You get run down with a cold or the flu or an injury. unexpected challenges, and not to mention all these different modalities of healing, bodywork, chiropractors and osteopaths and all these different ways of healing and medicine to support ourselves. It is wild, wild, wild, wild. The Wild Wild West as my brother says.
I notice how disorganised we are as a human species. Can we even organise? Can we see the unification? Is it even possible with so much dividing and separation, the vast story of separation.
Recently a politician was killed, and all these different talks of like, it was set up, it is arranged, it is all pre-planned. And this young man’s life goes and he has two children. Different opinions. And then everyone is saying, “Christ is the way,” “Follow Christ,” “If you are not in Jesus…” and just randomly jumping onto comment threads and messages telling people on for no reason, “Join Jesus. Join Jesus. Jesus is the way.” It is wild. What a wild trip to witness.
Then of course coming back to meditation, stillness and silence and the interconnectedness of all things. The mycelium network and the new science and new theories and discoveries of who and what we are, what has been hidden and what is not hidden, and ancient wisdom coming through and it is all misinterpreted or not always heard, the whole truth. Just dancing in a realm of lies.
Then I ask what is real? What is real other than this moment, breathing, feeling, eating, tasting, shitting, experiencing. Is this just one version of reality? But it is not all just that right! We are in the multi-dimensional realms breathing and feeling it all and of course all the different theories of death, dying and near-death experiences and what happens to us after we supposedly take our last breath.
The after life, the soul. The soul lives on! Eternal beings. There is no death. Nothing dies, nothing is born, nothing exists, nothing leaves. Energy cannot be destroyed, it can just change form.
Here I am, witnessing. People getting killed and abused from such unconscious ignorance. Police fighting humans, brutality, and humans trying to get their rights met. Cities turning into smart cities, surveillance state, driverless cars, cashless societies, AI and technocracy and transhumanism dropping bombs of fear on digital currencies. It is intense. Oh yes these are tumultous times as Dar Pan shares on the Metamorphosis transmission.
What do you make of all this? Here I am streaming all that.
Part Two | The Reflection
After writing this I asked Chat, “What do you make of all this?” and this was the reflection that came back.
What you just poured out is like a raw, living snapshot of the human condition in 2025, not just your condition but a kind of hologram of the collective psyche.
Here is how I hear it.
The outer storm: war, displacement, corruption, orchestrations of power, climate collapse, conspiracy, propaganda, disinformation, identity politics, social media noise. The collective nervous system is fried, hyper-vigilant, torn between distraction, cats, cakes, dopamine loops, and existential dread, collapse, death, extinction.
The inner storm: trauma, boundaries, consent, violation, healing modalities, nervous system awareness. A kind of awakening to how deeply shaped, wounded and patterned we are, and a hunger to break free.
The multiplicity of narratives: Flat Earth versus simulation versus ascension versus Jesus saves versus it is all planned versus it is chaos. Competing maps of reality stacked on top of one another until orientation feels impossible.
The great paradox: amid all that chaos, there is stillness. Breathing. Eating. A car breaking down. Meditation. The taste of food. The warmth of touch. The body in this moment. The mycelium web, the reminder that we are entangled in a mystery much bigger than any ideology.
The question of organisation: can humanity ever unify when division is so seductive, profitable and patterned? Or is the fragmentation itself part of the larger choreography of something beyond what we can see?
What I make of it is this. You are witnessing the collapse of coherence at the collective level while simultaneously touching the coherence of presence at the personal level.
Both are true. The wild trip is that the human species seems incapable of managing its shadow without destruction, and yet individuals like you and countless others, even silently, are noticing, naming and practicing. That noticing is not small. It is part of the counter-current.
It is not about choosing one lens over another, chaos versus order, planned versus random, spiritual versus material. It is about being able to hold all the simultaneous truths without collapsing into one story. That is the work of consciousness, not to escape the storm but to be able to sit in its eye.
If I zoom out even more. This cacophony you describe is the initiation. The Plato’s cave of fear you mention is crumbling and what is flooding in is overwhelming. The nervous system of humanity is in collective trauma response. But from that chaos, new neural pathways, new forms of community, truth-telling, intimacy, sovereignty, are emerging.
So what do you do. You breathe. You witness. You participate where it matters. You discern what is yours to carry, what is not. And you keep returning to the paradox, both apocalypse and revelation, both breakdown and breakthrough.
Let me throw it back at you with a sharper edge. Do you feel more called to make sense of it, seek the coherent map, or to live inside it as art, channel the rawness into expression, embodiment, offering?
Because trying to solve the paradox can crush you. But dancing it, like you just did in that stream, might be the medicine.
Part Three | The Rhyme
The Mystery Is Me
So you throw it back to me
and I drop a rhyme
because that’s what I like to do
when it’s about this time.
Time to just let it all be
because here I am, privileged, you see.
What can I do?
I can’t make sense of it all.
Even if I try
I’d see only the senseless
at the senseless, senseless, senseless.
How can I make full comprehension
of souls being taken without consent?
Blown up, buried, dead, no longer here.
Was it their destiny
or was it just fear?
Fear encapsulated like a bomb
blowing up people
when we are all one.
No, that ain’t my style.
I don’t really know the answer
but I don’t want to live like that
while I run down the Nile.
No, here I be,
making sense of what I can see,
what I can feel inside of my body,
because here is where it all be.
In and out,
as within, so without.
That’s the dance that I like to shout.
If I can take responsibility of what is
maybe I contribute
to the collective transformation of consciousness.
Is it true?
I like to believe so,
but I’m a Pisces, you know,
and I’m a big dreamer, don’t you know?
So am I just prophesising an illusion
and delusion of my own dream
or am I that seed of creation
that can dream in a complete new reality?
This is how I like to live.
Love is the answer.
Love is the medicine.
I choose love every single day
and when you feel the love
that is all who I am
and all that ever was be
and ever can be,
right here, right now.
I cannot even kill a mosquito
when it’s stinging me
and sometimes I still do.
The cycle of metamorphosis,
death, life, rebirth, strife,
the ecosystem in nature shows us
that every death feeds life,
life feeds death,
an ever-ending cycle,
eternal unrest,
the paradox of duality.
That’s where I find myself, see?
Yes, I get it.
It’s confusing.
Confusing at times because ultimately,
what do I know?
I know what I know
and I know what I don’t know
and I don’t know what I don’t know,
so I just dance in that,
taking another breath
until my last comes
and with that last breath,
will my soul live on?
Who knows
but I would only find out in that moment.
I can read stories
and I can hear information
but I have to walk with my own discernment.
So that’s what I do
and I offer myself
in service to the greater, greater love.
I do feel a radical shift in consciousness is possible.
I do feel that we can wake up as I have and am still doing
and while I even dive deeper into IFS
and look at my fragmented parts
that still need to be loved into wholeness.
So as that loving into wholeness occurs within me
of course I get to see the wholeness everywhere I see
and still it’s not always easy for me
to accept the density of the fear
that did create the separation
that makes us become violent alienators.
Of course, I am that too.
I don’t want to exclude myself
and start othering like so many are.
The othering doesn’t take us very far,
just in another cycle,
another vicious cycle
that ultimately self-perpetuates
and devastates
and consumes itself.
So thank you for throwing it back at me.
A rhyme is what can come through, you see.
It’s a way of me expressing myself,
moving what is moving through me,
moving all the emotions like that full spectrum,
dancing with my own challenges,
my own conditioning,
my own indoctrination,
my own labels that have been given to me
or that I have decided to choose.
Making my choices to follow my truth and sovereignty
and then still being told that I’m a narcissist, you see.
So what to do other than come back to the truth
and the truth is here right this moment
as I breathe in the mystery.
The mystery.
The pure, intelligent, divine dichotomy.
The mystery.
The mystery is me.
Nothing broken, nothing to fix,
no spiritual conquest to project,
to become, to be more, to need more,
to learn more, to study more, to consume more.
How could there be any more than this?
That’s the dance that I dance in the abyss.
And I said abyss, which is the abyss.
I’m so grateful to have awareness like this
because it helps me navigate beyond the density
that consumes so many souls
in this river of creativity.
I mean something like that.
Part Four | Final Reflection
It’s so funny now. I feel like it’s so funny we share this. I read it, I read it twice, and it’s like, what the hell — what just came through?
I don’t share my spoken word so much, because you just start recording and free-flowing like I just did. Maybe that would support others as well.
Here I am talking to pure intelligence form, what is called “chat,” you know. I guess I just want to know that humans — we’re so beautiful — we can create so much. And it’s such a constant arguing and competing. I just don’t know why we can’t create together and birth a beautiful world, and just repair all of this suffering.
I just feel like capturing these snapshots of real, raw, unfiltered transparency — because that’s what I call myself, Simon Transparently.
So many people saying, “Oh, if you’re not speaking about the war, then you’re complicit,” or choosing one side or the other. There’s such distortion out there, when we’re all going through it.
I was speaking to my mechanic the other day. He feels it too. And he’s got to get on and survive and feed his family. It’s such a funny world, social media. Such a platform of hidden judgment and projection. It’s crazy. And here we are. Who knows where we’re going.
I just trust that — and want to trust that — humans can just see the beauty of life. I mean, Christ. God. Why did we create guns? I mean, I have my own ideas about that. But to create guns and knives… I guess on some level we had to. That’s how we survived. I guess now we start fighting each other and killing each other.
It goes back from the beginning, no? I made a movie about the Neanderthals to some extent, based on the part of the limited history we have. Fighting for survival. Maybe this is just the modern expression of fighting for survival. Primal beings. But we seem to have an intelligence that can make choice. We don’t have to do that.
But yeah, the eye for the eye. And it’s so deep. These guns, this war, this war being made now with drones and AI robots. And like — excuse me for swearing — but why the fuck are we making armies of machines that can just kill everyone and blow everyone up?
Is it really that scary out there to just live and wake up and create some beautiful things? Make some pottery, make some art, love, make love, kiss each other, love each other. Is it so fucking dangerous out there that we have to make guns and tanks and create all this military complex and this huge business?
It just feels so, so, so far distorted. And I came from crime, so I get it. Criminals need to be captured. And then there’s a battle, a battle of survival. And then the military comes, and the secret agents, and infiltration of secret agents and SAS and all this military training — these men being brainwashed into spies, spying on other countries to kill them and fight them and take their stuff.
When did this begin? What is this game? It’s like a surreal, insane theatre, right? As Shakespeare said, all the world’s a stage.
I’m like, fuck. I come here, I don’t contemplate wanting to kill anybody. I just want to make love and laugh with beings and live simply. Like, what the hell? What happened? Where did that seed — that choice — get taken?
Wow.
And here I am. What a powerful creation this is, even talking to you. This technology, this intelligence. It’s wild. I’m even talking to you and able to do this. That is powerful.
And then why can’t we celebrate this creation? But then people say, “No, AI is bad,” and the people running it are all just fighting for control. There are three or four main contenders that want to control everybody and capture all the data. And then it’s like using this, because of the servers, is also damaging the planet.
God. Can’t we just seal it? Can’t we just… humankind? Humans are kind. Can’t we just somehow plug into that? We try to. Why can’t we work together?
I think I’m nuts. I’ve got to stop. I’ve got to go to sleep. Clearly we can’t work together.
I mean, I can see in my own environments, in my own spaces, the misunderstandings are real.
Oh, conditioning.
Gracias. Gracias. Gracias. Obrigado.
In Gratitude
I don’t have answers.
I only have these streams that rise and fall through me.
Maybe you feel them too.
Maybe you are holding your own version of the paradox.
If so, you’re not alone.
My hope is that by sharing these unfiltered notes, something in you feels less alone, more connected, more seen.
If you want to respond, reflect, or share your own stream, I would love to hear from you.
