an ode to alias from season 1 to 5
as of late, I felt drawn back to watch one of my favorite series of all time, alias, from first season to last.
there was something that resonated, and signs that I related back to my own life and what I was meant here to do.
that was an ever purveying question of mine and one thing at a very young age I’d desperately wish to fulfil.
I am time-sensitive. every tower moment that has occurred in my life stream has been revolving around the lessons that time is what matters the most and how you use it.
whenever I’d veer off the path, life would tell me to hop back on it through a shocking revelation that I’d reverently run from.
though some of the episodes were long and strung out, the moment that season 5 came to a halt, in the most perfect way, it just made me respect the show even more, knowing when their time of show running was over.
j.j.abrams always offers docile doses of familial relations to extensive and intricate plot devices. he’s a fucking awesome creator for that.
to this day, actors still don’t know what the plot of rambaldi really revealed. and yet, a part of me feels they really are cia agents who are in deep cover as celebrities 🤣🤣
but after one sleepless night tossing and turning to see if I figured it out, I realized that it was so simple.
similar to the alchemist, the answer was there all along, that the quest for rambaldi was the promise of eternal life.
that the underlying greed, was all for the desire to live forever. be plugged into the matrix for all eternity, popping those blue pills like it’s plenty.
and then I asked myself, (going on a tangent I know) is that a life worth living?
already being a red pill in a blue pill world is hard, and ultimately I’d like to believe I’d eventually surrender myself to the stars from which I came.
you see, at a very young age, at 7 years old, I was cognizant of death as a notion. I’d cry sitting next to my dad in the living room, dreading having to witness my loved ones die, before me and then me leaving the ones I loved.
it was something I understood that was inevitable. a condition for living in this matrix. that one day your experience would come to an end.
and the reason why I felt this fear, was because when I tried to regress back to the time before I incepted into my mother’s womb, I remember seeing that I was nothing but air in the galaxy of stars.
when I looked to my left and right it was silence that you could slice like a knife.
only the twinkle of the stars told me that time was still moving.
I was non-existent, and that’s what scared me.
but it’s amazing how life comes full circle.
how now understanding theoretically that I am of consciousness, is that I never actually perish, only my form does.
one thing I do feel strongly however is that before I leave this world I must fulfil what I inherently am here to do.
though it’s never spelled out to me entirely, there’s always an invisible thread guiding the steps that I’m meant to take to lead me up to where I need to be.
as I write this protestors are now gathering at the center of the road, and I’m left with wondering where the real entertainment is.
when this was supposed to be a post about my gripes on saying good bye to alias (and secretly praying that there’d be another go at it, however truly happy that jennifer garner and victor garber are still a solid pair to this day) I’m now faced with looking at heated protests erupting right before my eyes.
alas, alias, thanks for being a true inspiration and reminding me of what matters the most and the time we have on this planet.
you still are to this day my favorite show. I’m not sure how I’m going to move on from you.
and maybe I’m not meant to have all the answers, just like you.🤷🏻♀️
