Consciousness and a world asleep

Consciousness and a world asleep

by Jon Rappoport

September 6, 2013

www.nomorefakenews.com

When a human being is asleep, which is to say, in a trance, he continues to create subconsciously, because creation doesn’t stop.

The question is: what is the purpose of the trance?

It’s a state of mind aimed at excluding alternative realities. So a person can be walking around and carrying on with his life, and yet he is in that trance.

He sees reality around him and it rarely occurs to him that everything could be different. More importantly, it never occurs to him that he could create something quite different. Nor does he imagine that, if he expressed, in some way, what he really thinks, he would then be inventing another reality, which is, in fact, powerful.

Nor does it occur to him that what he could invent has no boundaries.

So I’m talking about a “reality trance.” It is ruled by What Is. It seeks to see and imitate What Already Is.

In this trance, a person has absolutely no idea about the difference between what he thinks and what he REALLY thinks. He would only find out the difference by starting to express what he thinks—that process would lead him out, eventually, into new territory. If he stayed with it long enough, if he played out the string on his conventional thoughts, he would find himself in a new land.

It’s all there, waiting. The thoughts, the unknown thoughts that would make a person’s existence transform into something far more powerful.

Which is exactly why this society places such a premium on NOT expressing what you really think. Society is a structure that wants to keep the lid on.

People are mainly children, in the sense that they believe they know everything worth knowing. They believe the book is closed. They believe they’ve got it all wrapped up.

They may be interested in discovering what lies behind propaganda fairy tales, but they don’t want to believe they’re working propaganda operations on themselves.

But they are. And these internal operations are all about NOT giving voice and word to new thoughts. And when I say “new,” I mean new to them. They opt for what they already know, whether it is conventional or strange or pedestrian or brilliant. They want to make their final stand on what they already know. So they cut themselves off at the knees.

And they fall into a reality trance.


Exit From the Matrix


Art, which is expression taken to the fullest, breaks the reality trance. A person is no longer hateful about waking up to something he doesn’t already know.

Venal little minds scream: I ALREADY KNOW EVERYTHING THERE IS TO KNOW. And then they continue to drown in their own bile. Years later, they discover, much to their chagrin, that no one is stopping them from “knowing everything.” No one cares. And they just keep drowning.

In this life, we have two choices. We can create what already is, or we can create what isn’t and never was.

The second choice is the vast adventure, which, when embarked upon, lets a person know why he’s alive.

What is called mind control is everything a person does to himself to curtail and develop amnesia about the vast adventure.

Jon Rappoport

The author of two explosive collections, THE MATRIX REVEALED and EXIT FROM THE MATRIX, Jon was a candidate for a US Congressional seat in the 29th District of California. Nominated for a Pulitzer Prize, he has worked as an investigative reporter for 30 years, writing articles on politics, medicine, and health for CBS Healthwatch, LA Weekly, Spin Magazine, Stern, and other newspapers and magazines in the US and Europe. Jon has delivered lectures and seminars on global politics, health, logic, and creative power to audiences around the world. You can sign up for his free emails at www.nomorefakenews.com

6 comments on “Consciousness and a world asleep

  1. Metamind says:

    Reblogged this on Synergy Nation.

  2. While a young graduate student at UCI, I sat one day under a tree in campus park rereading Aldous Huxley’s “Island,” his final book and antidote to “Brave New World.” A fair maid in leather, denim and lace paused to look and then knelt down beside me… “Would you leave everything and go there if you could?” Such intensity!

    I reached in my backpack and pulled out “Atlas Shrugged” and asked her the same question back. “Yes, they are both brilliant and naive in opposite ways, so what of a synthesis that marries them both?”

    “Ah… a soaring island paradise of Buddha, Krishna, Rumi, Jesus, and Rand, … that’s an impossible courtship I’d be willing to try. When do we go?”

    “‘The Moon is a Harsh Mistress’ as Heinlein’s rocket story of freedom told, and the place I know is no easier to find, to get to, or to survive. It is not harsh by weapons and war, but through confronting what lies hidden within you. Peace-nicks and hippies aside, nothing of worth is free or easy or without risk.”

    “I noticed you reading here yesterday, so I brought a test, … and an invitation.” She reached in her bag and pulled out three worn paperbacks. The exaltant naked couple on the front of John Varley’s “Persistence of Vision” was definitely suggestive, and electric sparks surged from my belly to groin and heart to crown. She and her manner were utterly unusual, strange, and beautiful.

    “In this collection of Varley’s short stories “Persistence” invites you to move beyond literal interpretation of ‘vision’ to see it as metaphor for a kind of consciousness that transcends seeing to sense and feel a greater intelligence of communication and relationship. What of your senses and mind would you be willing to give up to go beyond this institutional reality you live? Would you surrender your left brained linear thrust for truth… to explore beauty’s nebulous expanse of balance and relationship?”

    She then laid Frank Herbert’s “Santaroga Barrier” on top of Varley, and on top of that M. A. Foster’s “Game Players of Zan.” “These tell my life, almost literally. This is no fantasy. This is where I live when I’m not here. I have an intuition it could someday be your’s as well, or it might be your insanity and death. It may also be just a good read you once had among the rare science fictionings of spirit as con-spiracy of soul and relationship rather than missiles and machines.”

    “If you can’t give up this life you know, you will never have the one you long for, but the cost is beyond anything you can imagine. I will find you here some day to hear and test your answer.”

    I looked into her eyes and began to fall into an unhuman depth as her fire burst into my heart. “If you speak of this to anyone, or try to track me or trespass my privacy, my kind will hurt you and kill you without mercy. You have much to read and consider… and a life path to choose.” She rose up with the grace of a jaguar and disappeared behind me. I had no wish to move.

    Four decades later I can tell you that I endured her tests and those of her kind to follow her into another world, much as in Herbert’s story. That led to the greater “science of imagining” that steered the “mind-ships” of “Zan” beyond Earth. I don’t need you to believe me, I now live there and merely visit here. You have before you a life, and an epic invitation to your own future unbound.

  3. AdamXYZ says:

    “Society is a structure that wants to keep the lid on.” These words are powerful and true. I would say that society should be a structure that wants to keep the lid on only just so tight, if at all, all the while just putting reins (reigns) on art and riding that which the lid was holding against toward infinity, giving it all the slack it needs for comfort of who/which else except Self? (Man, I am selfish.) In that way, the whole lid could come off eventually, and what would we have? God(s)? Look at what everything is presently. However, I intend to change things for myself, as I’ve been doing since I came screaming into this thing crying for a breath of air (which was spanked into me by a “doctor.”) I want any world to be the best place for me. But I have been incompetent far too long. I’ve got to quit playing and kidding around and get serious.

    BTW, should I stop playing, “I am not Divine?” And, should any intelligent creation not be asking the same question? When will you, Jon, think about stopping playing, “I am not Divine?” Or have you already thought it and are in the midst making it happen?

    AdamXYZ

  4. Avi says:

    Yeah !! Brightly said !

    Look, I wrote this some time ago:

    Well, did I say “Man’s Rights” ? What rights ? The rights for not being wronged ? Wronged by what ? by who ??
    In fact, the declaration of rights equals a bill of slavery, because it legalizes wrongs by penalizing them. One cannot harm anyone but, if he does, he will pay for that … if caught for the ‘official’ wrongs, but more often uncaught because the right wrongs have become wrong rights !!

    Slavery for blacks had been declared illegal because whites were to become, as if they had never been, slaves too. Slavery has become, since the era of liberty, equality and fraternity, an industry, a global sophisticated business that needed wars, revolutions and genocides. All has been done in one century, the deadliest ever, from 1870 to 1970. Wars had to reshape the industrial lung of the new world masters that were to replace all the old local and nation bounded ones, kings and popes, though these olds crowns were to remain in the game, at a lesser level, the game of raising cattle… say people.

    So, as long as one wants rights, he is wrong. Liberty is not a right, but a duty, toward oneself and the other. Freedom is the natural liberty that is not a right but a given, as long as parents do not become coaches and play the same game the elite plays: raise kids for serving, serving their egos, their aborted dreams, the rules, all these rules man has established in all the orders of life, cultural, economic, technical, political, religious, social, recreational …

    Because life is not about what we know but about what we don’t, because it’s not about what we can but what we cannot, life is not a rehearsal but a guess, life is not about what is but of what is not, yet. Life is not about rights but duties, the first being the duty to be a man. Liberty is a duty, not a right.

    Liberty is first and foremost my own, my duty, toward myself and the other, the first “other” being the creator, creator of all things, the one who gives me an appearance, a soul, a faith, then to myself I had to build, then for you, all of you whom I live with but, without being “free” myself, I’ll be a burden, to me, to you.

    Being a personal duty, liberty does not need to be written outside, it is an art from inside, a life of learning. Liberty, this one which I’d rather call ‘Liberty-too’, liberty that gives life its meaning, the fondamental hope that I am connected to a larger reality, the hope I walk on the right path, the sense that life has a meaning, a direction, by itself and by what I do according to it and to who I am, well, who I try to become.

    Life is about having a father, no choice, “the destiny of man is the love of the father”, not only but … We are not alone but conected. We are part of a 13,7 Milliards years of history that is in progress, no matter what man wants, and this progress is more powerful than any other thing.

    mformankind.blogspot.co.il/2012/04/long-is-life-but-short-is-time.html

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