A Message from Morpheus.

Welcome back.

There’s an idea stirring in your soul. You have given serious thought to what life would be like without the drink? Then you might also be aware of a theory that asserts that there is a version of you out there in the Matrix living the choice you didn’t make.

What is that person experiencing right now? What has happened in their life since the decision? Is that version of you happy or are they miserable with the decision?

Well, I can tell you what happens when you stop.

In my younger years, I wanted to quit this insidious habit altogether, but I never had the courage to go through with it. I guess like everyone, I enjoyed it too much, it was my release, relaxation, crutch and I needed it.

I’ve been looking for a simple way of summarising what this period of life was like for you, as it has been a challenging journey. Maybe by the end of this I’ll have a conclusion, but until then here’s what happened.

Here’s that conclusion to save time: Cutting out alcohol isn’t for everybody, nor is this message. If you feel you need drink in your life, then go ahead, take the blue pill and carry on in blissful ignorance and illusion.

Otherwise, here’s what a version of you can experience.

Clear mind, clear thinking. There was a clarity of thought with what I can only describe as the purest of intentions. It’s difficult to put into words what this felt like, but since you’re not reaching for that support, it’s just you, the authentic you. When you come across hardships, you have to endure and experience that moment with whatever feelings the situation brings. And I think that takes courage and belief in yourself to stick to this path.

You’re not addicted, you’re in control. You’re no longer being controlled by the urge to drink, by the system in place and the pressure to fit in. Alcohol ruled my life. When I was drinking I found that I started planning my day, weekend, my week even around drink. It was something to look forward to. But when I stopped, I was the one in control and I did what I wanted. It felt good.

Other people. Every body will want to know ‘why?’, ‘why did you have quit?’ and they will marvel at your choice and your bravery. Some people in your circle may not like it. They may not like you striking out on your own. They will try to reign you back into where they are comfortable with you. Hopefully, one day they will respect your decision. There will however be other people who have the opposite reaction. They will be inspired by the fact that you are putting your health and happiness first. We are all connected and so the ripples of your decision will start a chain-reaction.

Discipline. You’re doing something difficult. If you are disciplined in other area of your life then this is just another area you’ve decided to be conscious of. When you do this, you will naturally start to think about other areas of your life that you could change, for the better. Visualise what it will look and feel like, the new you.

Energy. Say goodbye to hangovers, tiredness and overeating. Think about the money saved. You will have energy oozing out of you. You won’t be able to sit still. You’ll become an energetic match for good things. Raising your vibrations to where good stuff happens. What other areas of your life have your overlooked? I encourage you to think about how extra hard you have to train to work of those dead calories from booze.

Remembering everything. You may have been out on nights out where you’ve stayed until the bitter end. It is amazing how people can change. You might feel stupid and uncomfortable at the time but the following day you’ll feeling like a superhero just because you can remember everything and how it all went down.


“Nothing in the world is worth having or worth doing unless it means effort, pain, difficulty… I have never in my life envied a human being who led an easy life. I have envied a great many people who led difficult lives and led them well.” Theodore Roosevelt

Remembering everything. This is both a blessing and a curse. When you’ve witnessed the night unfold from the nervous excitement and energy settling down at the start to the emotional arguments, history repeating itself you may wish you’d never been born. As a friend once put it “you’re watching everybody slowly turn into an asshole”. Not quite everyone.

You might become more serious and down, depressed. You might feel that you’ve lost the essence of fun, the spark that made you YOU and you’re wondering why “there’s just no more fun in your life”. This is just a phase. I suggest that you take a long hard look at your life and realise the stupidity of this statement. If you need drink to be YOU, then YOU definitely need to stop drinking and get a new life.

Feeling weird in social situations. Yes for a great many social situations you are going to have the face the fact that you won’t be drinking. You won’t be drinking that golden, sparkling tall flute of bubbly they hand you as you walk in, you won’t be tasting the first cool beer on a hot summer evening and you will be toasting at celebrations with soft drink. Get used to it, this will become the norm and you will completely fine with it.

So Neo, you’ve been very quiet. Thank you for listening. I’m not trying to sell you anything, I just want you to realise the freedom available to you. As I said, this message isn’t for everyone, but it could be if you open yourself up to the possibility that this could be your reality.

Thank you.

The First Signs of Hope

He twirled around his laptop, then flipped it open. Taking a seat at his accustomed position, the fading golden shimmer reflected off of the white table top. He noticed the colour for a few seconds, and found a fleeting moment of comfort before coming back to his screen.

The clean desktop was waiting, the evening was waiting. He took a few large gulps from the wide, heavy tumbler and slammed it down onto the table. The smell burned his nostrils and his insides, his mind melted away and the shivers in his back returned.

He tuned into the the million voices around the world, all converging in this one place. The site was lit up with the lonely, the desperate and the proud.

Conversation after conversation, fail, after fail. Send message, fail. Send message. No response. Re-compose, send message. Hit. One traveller on the other side stopped for minute to listen to the desperate, waiting to be rescued, but decided to ignore the curiosity and block out the cries.

The music became louder, and the drink became stronger, each one imbued with more pain and suffering than the last. At the dying light, he lamented at the thought of the life lost. What had he become, where was this night going? When did this end?

He slammed down the lid down in anger. A fresh bottle, replaced the last and the cigarette ash spread itself across the table. His eyes were heavy, but the pain was numbed and returning in greater measure.

Drink more and it will dissipate forever. There is a cure. This is the cure. This was not him. He was better than this. He could be better, in a different world, in a different life. If only they gave him a chance. One by one the channels of communications, the blinking lights stopped and the noise of the crowd died down. It was quiet again.

He hardly had time to draw the curtains, and the early morning light began to break into and across room. He looked back to the sitting area part of the room, it had been left undisturbed all night. His head was heavy, and his sofa beckoned.

The light hit the top of the tree outside the sash window. It was catching fire. The fire moved down to illuminate it’s sublime form. Holding up his head, he peered through his bleary eyes at it’s resplendence. The deepest green against white and golden blossom. He felt like something in him had changed. The fear, anger and darkness had gone.

He started up the computer again.

The splendour, the majesty and the love he felt emanating from this natural wonder would always be there whenever he glanced out his window.

Years later he would reflect. There were signs and messages of light throughout his life but that night “It felt like, it felt like…”, his wife finished his sentence for him. ‘Hope’.