In Matrix Revolutions, Neo had to go to the Source. By that point, he’d chosen love over fear, stepped outside yet another system of control (hi, Zion), followed the pull of his dreams, and just knew. Even if it meant he might never return.

But what if the Source was never out there in some glowing, code-filled mainframe? Or an eternal library filled with countless books (that’s what I used to imagine it as.) What if it’s been inside us the whole time, sitting quietly in our subconscious, waiting for us to listen?

The more I think about it, the more I wonder if “going to the Source” was always a metaphor for diving inward.

What if every time we meditate, dream, or follow a gut nudge, we’re not channeling something external, we’re simply unlocking deeper layers of ourselves?

We underestimate the subconscious. It’s an infinite hard drive we barely access. Sometimes I think it already understands everything (every language, even the ones animals speak), it’s just our conscious mind that hasn’t caught up yet.

Because here’s the thing, neuroscience already told us this. Ninety-five percent of what we think, feel, and decide happens below conscious awareness. We’re not driving the car; we’re the passenger who thinks they’re steering while the GPS (subconscious) just lets us believe it.

Maybe the downloads we receive aren’t cosmic emails from some divine cloud storage. Maybe they’re reflections: things we’ve seen, heard, or sensed without realizing, all reorganized into clarity. Maybe the “guidance” is just us remembering what we already know. What our ancestors knew. What our predecessors had discovered. And all the evolutionary knowledge has been stored in our DNA and maybe that’s how we’ve been progressing. 

Because meditation, breathwork, cold plunges: they don’t open some mystical portal; they just quiet the narrator. That loud ego voice that thinks it knows everything. Once that shuts up, the subconscious finally gets to speak. And suddenly, you hear it. You feel it. You know things you can’t explain.

There’s even a network in our brains: the Default Mode Network, that lights up when we stop trying. When we’re spacing out, shower-thinking, walking by a river. That’s where the revelations drop. That’s where intuition hits us like lightning out of nowhere, except it’s not “out of nowhere.” It’s been you, whispering to you, the whole damn time.

And here’s the wildest part, science also says our nervous systems literally sync with other people’s. Heartbeats, breathing, micro-expressions. we’re basically walking WiFi routers of energy. Mirror neurons, baby. You feel someone’s vibe before they even talk because your bodies already started the conversation.

So maybe “oneness” isn’t woo-woo. Maybe it’s just biology we haven’t caught up with yet.

So no, Neo didn’t go anywhere. He went in. He went in and surrendered. 

And that’s the move, isn’t it? Not to escape the Matrix, but to unplug from the noise long enough to remember what’s already running inside you. That the Source isn’t a destination. It’s an integration.

The moment you stop outsourcing wisdom to the sky and realize…

We’ve been the Source all along.