Wake Up! (This Is a Dream)
A haunting nursery rhyme reveals the true nature of reality.
Row, row, row your boat Gently down the stream. Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily Life is but a dream.
The nature of reality, at its very best—is speculation. Because when it comes to the public record, the very transcript of our history, we live within a fabricated story.
For example, what happened in 2020 and the record of what happened in 2020—in no way match.
The public record states that an epic pandemic forced the world to lockdown its economy. And that a warp-speed response created multiple vaccines out of computer-sequenced thin air. The worldwide vaccination campaign that followed (the first of its kind in history) rescued untold millions.
—But that is NOT what happened.
Three years of historical records have been—falsified.
If three years of written history is fake?—the implications are unspeakable.
What about the decade preceding 2020? —An American presidential candidate “colluded” with a Russian president to win the U.S. presidency.
—False.
What about 9/11? —Osama bin Laden orchestrated the collapse of skyscrapers in New York City from his James Bond cave in Tora Bora. In retaliation (and for future security), the Allies took out Saddam Hussein’s Iraq.
—Say what?
The moon landing? —A lunar lander constructed from cardboard and aluminum foil landed on a Capricorn-One-like moon set. The heroic astronauts survived the deadly Van Allen radiation belt (twice!...to and from). While visiting the moon, the astronauts received President Nixon’s historic rotary phone call.
—Get it?!!
The haunting nursery rhyme.
Row, Row, Row Your Boat is NOT a nursery rhyme.
It is a cautionary tale—a message whose nursery rhyme status makes it only that much more unsettling.
The all-knowing Wikipedia accredits the first recording of Row, Row, Row Your Boat’s tune and lyrics to a man named Eliphalet Oram Lyte in 1881. However, Wiki is uncertain whether the man—Lyte—composed it or ADAPTED it. Wikipedia further claims that the earliest printing of the song was in 1852.
Row, Row, Row, Your Boat was the prologue of my first completed screenplay almost thirty years ago (completion being a right of passage for any writer). In a later, updated version, I removed the prologue, and it is missing from my only surviving, dot-matrix printed copy. (The script was never made into a film.)
The essence embodied in Row, Row, Row Your Boat, which has haunted me these last thirty years, has finally made it to “publication” this year with the release of my new independent conspiracy-horror flick, Cult of Nightmares.
Row, Row, Row Your Boat—is telling us a big secret.
The 1800s—in the opinion of many researchers of our falsified reality—is a century like no other. The many tendrils of the twisted reality we currently find ourselves in seem to trace back to the swamplands of this suspicious century.
I believe that Row, Row, Row Your Boat is telling us plain and simply...
We are living inside a dream.
—That every day is essentially Groundhog Day in a simulation-like reality, akin to a recurring dream.
But what gives you the authority?
Absolutely nothing.
I have zero qualifications:
I did not grow up in a Buddhist monastery. I am not the protégé of an Eastern Yogi. I am not a ranking member of the Galactic Federation of Light. And I do not follow the doctrines of any New Age or religious sect. I am not even a historian, archaeologist, or biblical translator.
In other words, I am not—an EXPERT.
But nevertheless...
We are living inside a dream.
And of course!—don’t take my word for it.
I have NOT read David Icke’s just-published book, “The Dream” (a follow-up to his previous book “The Trap,” another one I haven’t read)—but I gather that Icke has come to a similar, perhaps more qualified conclusion. I am not a follower of Icke and am not well-versed in his theories. But he strikes me as a genuine and insightful man. And that’s good enough for me.
The simulation hypothesis is gaining steam.
But whether it’s Icke, the reincarnation-trap crowd, or mainstream scientists who have recently speculated that we might very well be living inside a simulation—the matrix model of reality is starting to bloom.
My feeling—that we are dreaming—cannot be proved or disproved from within the dream.
To be INSIDE of anything (a trance, a dream, a virtual reality simulation) is difficult to verify from within the confines. Even if we were on the outside and someone was to remove our blindfold—it would constitute only ONE proof.
The discovery that instead of being a gorgeous blond, you are a hideous, three-legged toad lying in a recliner with a VR headset might seem like the only proof one requires. But unraveling this great mystery is more complex than even that.
PSY researcher Dean Radin has pointed out that mediumship is a tricky proposition. (And these days, in Crystal Land, EVERYBODY is calling himself a medium!) Radin has suggested that regardless of how heartfelt and genuine a so-called “medium” might be, the certainty that the information she is receiving is coming specifically from the dearly departed is hard to prove. Frauds aside, and there have been many, a medium’s messages could be coming from many alternative sources—of which an overarching super-consciousness is just one possibility.
—And this is the challenge of proving a simulation or dream hypothesis, that there are too many layers to such a big onion.
The meaning of the nursery rhyme.
Row, Row, Row Your Boat, as I said in the beginning, is a cautionary message:
Its first warning is this: do not stop rowing.
You’ve just discovered you are inside a dream—but whatever you do, do not stop midstream and take notice of the fact that you have uncovered this revelation. If you stop in your tracks—and stare at the banks of the dream stream—you are inviting the dream to stop and take notice of YOU. You are inside a dream; do NOT wake it up!
The second warning is this: move gently (gently down the stream).
The more you stir up the water—the more ripples you create. Waves and ripples in the water are synonymous with conflict and drama. The more you stir things up, the more friction you invite to bounce off the banks of the stream—back at you.
The third message: Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily—is a mantra: strive to maintain a semi-blissful mindset as you pass through the dream. To be excited—or manic—is to invite the opposite extreme. To be angry and frustrated is to provoke obstacles and blockages ahead.
You might be thinking, “It’s just a stupid nursery rhyme.”
I get it.
But I beg to differ.
[Main photo: by KELLEPICS]