Maya's Grit, Glasgow Beats Unleashed

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They said wake up, work hard, get paid, Pay tax, buy shit, get old, behave. I played that game, I know that tune, Then something cracked and I saw straight through. Not saying I know what God's got planned, I woke when I knew I don't understand. Stopped looking outside for someone to blame, Went inside and saw layers to the game. Born with a name, then handed a script, Here's what success is, now get on with it. Big house, new car, more fucking cash, Run your whole life till your battery's smashed. Fear gets clicks, anger gets views, Algorithms learn exactly what triggers you. Left against right, keep picking your side, While somebody profits from the great divide. Money buys influence, power buys reach, Companies study what message to preach. Don't need secret lizards underground, Human greed works fine when there's profit around. That's the Matrix to me, not wires in my head, It's programming repeated from the day we're fed. What to want, what to fear, who to impress, Then call it freedom while drowning in stress. But Maya goes deeper underneath all that, It whispers, "You ARE the character, that's fact." Richy's my name in this chapter here, 2026 on this spinning sphere. But maybe this body and story ain't all, Maybe consciousness is behind it all. Different windows, same light, Different lives looking into the night. Different stories, different names, One fucking ocean, billions of waves. Matrix says, "Here's what you need to do." Maya says, "This temporary mask is you." I woke enough to question both, Now I'm searching for truth underneath the smoke. I've fucked up plenty, I've walked through pain, Chased empty things trying to fill up my brain. Ego, anger, lust and pride, Till eventually I turned the torch inside. Who's watching the thoughts entering my head? Who am I without everything I've been fed? Without my job, my money, my past, Without this body that wasn't built to last? That's when something changed in me. No thunder. No fucking trumpet from heaven. Just awareness. Watching. Imagine every human is a window somewhere, Consciousness looking through, becoming aware. One could be Richy in twenty-twenty-six, Another in the Wild West living different shit. Not me going backwards in cowboy boots, I'm talking consciousness underneath the roots. Maybe time ain't what the human mind sees, Maybe awareness isn't chained to centuries. Can I prove it? No. And that's waking too, Knowing belief ain't the same thing as truth. I can love mystery without making it fact, Keep my mind open while keeping it intact. Different windows, same light, Different centuries, same endless night. Different bodies, different names, One fucking ocean, countless waves. The wave looks over saying, "You ain't me," Till it looks underneath and finally can see: I'm not the whole ocean, but the ocean moves through me. And here's the trap when you think you've awoke, Spiritual ego starts blowing its smoke. "I'm higher vibration!" "You're all fucking sheep!" Your ego changed clothes while you were asleep. Awakening ain't thinking you're better than them, That's separation starting all over again. Delete your socials, meditate all day, Burn your incense, chant away. But if you're looking down thinking everyone's blind, You've built another Matrix inside your mind. Question governments. Question wealth. Question corporations. But fucking question yourself. Follow incentives. Follow the cash. But don't turn every shadow into somebody in a mask. Power exists. Manipulation does too. Advertising studies how to influence you. So stay awake without losing your head, Evidence and intuition both need fed. I still work. Still train. Still swear. Still laugh. Still Richy O'Neill walking Richy's path. Awakening didn't make me float off Earth, It made me question what this life is worth. Love your people while they're still around. Help somebody up when they're down on the ground. Own your mistakes. Don't hide from your past. Everything temporary moves fucking fast. Maybe God, Source, Brahman and light Are human words reaching into the night. I don't know. And that's beautiful too. Maybe the mystery's bigger than me and you. So while I'm playing Richy, I'll play him right, Feet on the Earth, heart towards light. No throne required. No disciples needed. Plant one good seed and let somebody feed it. The Matrix is programming. Maya goes deeper inside. One tells you how to live. The other makes you think you're separate from life. Different windows. Same light. Different characters. Same night. Different centuries. Different names. One ocean. Billions of waves. I never escaped the world. I just started questioning what the fuck I thought the world was. And here's the final trap: **Wake up... then wake up from thinking you're awake.**