The Dark Side of Rabbit Holes
Self-Reinforcing Ignorance, Limitation and Fear
You’ve all heard it - “I’ve gone down a rabbit hole” or “I’ve been in this or that rabbit hole for years now.” Conspiracy. Darkness. The dank underworld of the human psyche. The dark burrow of the skeptic. The quiet chamber of the seeker. What other things come to mind? Plato’s cave? Dante’s Inferno? A road one must travel upon the hero’s journey? But here is a little pondered reality to the rabbit hole you may not have considered.
There is no Light in a rabbit hole. Unlike great Dwarven caverns, halls and mines that redirect sunlight and illuminate their architecture with candle, torch or mystic Light, the rabbit hole in and of itself is a far different abode. A dirty, soily, often damp and inhospitable environment filled with urine, feces, afterbirth, and even a chill in the air. There are no windows, no light, no welcome mat nor kitchen table to break bread with friends or family. It is a lonely place, a sort of surrogate womb for those who are still in an awakening or even unawakening phase. It is supposed to be this way, to invoke feelings of dread, fear, uncertainty, doubt, questions, and above all, the knowledge that what you thought you knew, you actually DIDN’T. However, they are not to be thought of as permanent homes, not even for the rabbit.
While the rabbit symbolizes spiritual renewal, growth, transformation and fertility, their dark side is more than just a metaphor, it is a way of life for initiates who find themselves upon one of the many and numerous paths of conspiracy. The very word conspiracy invokes a dark feeling; hidden, deceptive, manipulative and evil. After all, who would have to hide something unless it was detrimental to the greater good? Why is it the works of evil are all planned in the dark—outside of public view, and in secret? Who stands to gain, and who depends on secrecy to carry out these agendas crafted in the dark? You’ll find that answer in the rabbit hole. But that’s not all you’ll find there.
Humanity has long been riddled with conspiracy. It is, perhaps the only thing older than prostitution. It is an underworld labyrinth ruled by those who are allergic to Light. Those who depend on darkness to manipulate. Those who feed on innocence do not do so in plain sight. Those who desire power and obfuscate the truth with industrial (divided) light, sound and (dark) magic. The dark sorcerers thrive on ignorance, deceit, treachery, lust, greed, violence and death. And if they catch you in their hole, their aim is to keep you there. For only in that place can you serve them fully. You see, there can be no works of Light while one has turned their gaze toward the darkness. Have you ever wondered why so much conspiracy exists, and yet nary a soul has the power to do anything about any of it?
“No man can concentrate his attention upon evil, or even upon the idea of evil, and remain unaffected. To be more against the devil than for God is exceedingly dangerous. Every crusader is apt to go mad. He is haunted by the wickedness which he attributes to his enemies; it becomes in some sort a part of him.
-Aldous Huxley
However, there are those few—those who actually come up for air from that dark, dank tunnel. It’s probably the reason you’ve even heard of anything to do with the multitude of conspiracies in the first place. Someone had to create the carrot that lured you into the proverbial rabbit hole. But what of it? What is it you have done or are doing at this moment to reverse the damage you’ve discovered? This is the million dollar question isn’t it? And this my friend, is the opening to the dark side of the rabbit hole—where fear rules, hesitation dominates and avoidance of one’s own power governs with an iron fist.
The death of all creativity awaits those who are afraid to exit these dark lairs.
Note these often unrealized characteristics of the rabbit hole:
One must always look down to find it.
There is no sky, sun, moon nor heavens visible while inside it.
There is no light but what you bring with you—if you can keep it.
Decay, death and darkness surround you.
The air is foul, not fresh. Suffocation results if one doesn’t emerge regularly for fresh air.
Tombs of the earth house the dead. This is a place of (re)birth—not creativity.
Those who harbor fear find a strange comfort within one—even to the point of fearing to exit (a dangerous self-fulfilling prophecy of stagnancy).
Where hesitation persists, neurosis sets in—fleeing reality for the darkness becomes a coping mechanism for having been born—for being afraid to live—to love—to thrive.
One’s worldview points him further down until that view becomes his whole life—his filter for truth. He may then blame his new found evil for his own inability to rise up from his own self-limitations. He may worship only the God he perceives.
No one can see what you’re doing there. You don’t have to deal with the surface world anymore. For many, this is where the darkness takes them—binding them to a lower master. Enter the perpetual vengeful nemesis. The forever adversarial opposite who every step of the way bars the felt presence of wholeness while simultaneously destroying creativity.
Having no Light with which to create, one demands that others join him in his hole in order for him to feel okay with his chosen environment/worldview.
There is a collective stew of souls trapped in many kinds of rabbit holes. They all chant the same mantras in unison, the same facts, the same figures, the same warnings, the same memorized and Rote details of their “more important than life” conspiracy. But all of them lack the glory of living a creatively triumphant life. In fact, they excuse themselves from all responsibility to pursue higher truth, which if followed diligently, always leads one to more Light (out of the hole).
There is no color here, only the darkened decay of thousands of years of life gone before. The walls of the rabbit hole are painted with death from what used to blossom above—the flora and fauna, life and light.
Many seeds have been planted in the soil. Many NEVER grow.
The only escape from a rabbit hole, is to emerge from it. To find the Light again. To follow your nose for fresh air, where creativity dwells in the open spaces of the world. Even actual rabbits know this. Their very survival rests upon it. Nourishment, life, courtship, danger—all of these await the rabbit. None the less, he knows what he must do if he is going to thrive—LEAVE THE HOLE.
“The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation.
-Henry David Thoreau
As for humans, the rabbit hole was never meant to be a permanent home. It is a place of transition, but it can also become a soul sucking trap. That which creates does so in the Light. That which seeks to die, crawls inside of a hole with no intent to emerge. Then, just like the conspiracies one studies, these fancies become tombs for the living dead.
One who proselytizes daily from their rabbit hole is a most tiresome creature to endure. Where you see a sunrise, they see a storm. Where you see the moon, they see only a chemtrail. Where you point out the good, they say it is manufactured to look that way. Where you see reality, they see a “realm.” Where you see stars and the heavens, they limit themselves to a dome—their own cranium stopping their gaze into higher spheres of cognition. They need to prove the world is fake. Their fixation with passing recycled conspiracy fads after supposedly waking up just 5 short years ago (Covid) only speaks to their immaturity surrounding vocation and deep study into names they’ve never even heard of. There are no giants in a rabbit hole, only midgets. They’re the new experts of reality, yet call most, if not all of it “fake and ghey.” The dolts of the apocalypse who lead parades through darkened tunnels deep inside of piss and shit filled rabbit holes with afterbirth strewn about—yet they’ve created NOTHING. They repeat their favorite conspiracy word for word, line for line, fact for fact, figure for figure, fear for fear, and yet fail to birth even one original thought of their own concerning it. A tiresome lot of purveyors of certainty, these disciples of quick information loath any kind of introspection. Many replace their own religion with this new belief in order to “fit in” instead of “figuring it out.” They need the snugness of the close-quartered rabbit hole in order to feel safe from danger, risk, judgement, self-realization, and the daring to live. They are part of a group who think and feel the same way, and THERE they find a communal comfort with like minds. There is no FIRE in this hole. Only death, fear and the inability to SHINE.
Really timely on so many levels! David Wilcock's tragic death is shining a light on a lot of this at the moment.
This is brilliant. Thank you, Matt!