~a short story~
by Jon Rappoport
October 1, 2015
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“One of the goals of current brain research is the discovery of common patterns of activity across a whole population. These patterns would be called ‘normal’. Eventually, exceptions would be classified as various categories of ‘disordered thought’. It is assumed that only so-called ‘harmonious and symmetrical’ brain patterns are positive and beneficial. This assumption is grossly false. It is, in fact, a childish, stunted, and simplistic version of aesthetics. The creative force always breaks out of these little geometries. So does every new idea. Increasingly, Earth culture is unable to understand this.” (The Magician Awakes, Jon Rappoport)
The year was 2054. The artist, living on the edge of the city in a small room, picked up his messages and discovered one from the Bureau of Mind Management. It was an order to appear.
In an office on the 15th floor of a virtual building, he sat in a chair surrounded by a ring of yellow tulips. A holographic interrogator materialized.
“We have a report on you,” the i-figure said. “It indicates an output difficult to measure or interpret. What can you tell us about this?”
“Well,” the artist said, “I don’t know. I’m composing a symphony.”
“A symphony? What is that?”
“It’s a piece of music written for a large orchestra.”
“I find no extant orchestras in the country.”
“That’s true,” the artist said. “Nevertheless, I’m composing.”
“Why?” the i-figure said.
“For that day when an orchestra may come into being.”
“Your thought impulses entered ranges we were not able to summarize.”
“I suppose that means your instruments are limited,” the artist said.
There was a pause.
“Your last statement is incendiary,” the i-figure said. “It suggests we are imposing a restriction. As you well know, the science is settled on this point. We measure and interpret thought that contributes to an overall positive outcome, for the population at large.”
“I’m aware of that, yes,” the artist said. “But the science rests on certain assumptions. I would call it greatest good as a lowest common denominator.”
“What do you mean?” the i-figure said.
“You assume a certain mindset contributes to the consensus reality you favor. You legislate or permit a range of thought that will produce the consensus.”
“That’s a gross oversimplification.”
“It doesn’t describe the algorithms you employ,” the artist said, “but all in all I believe my summary is correct. You’re reality makers. You monitor thought-emissions, and when you find a departure from ‘combined averages,’ as you call them, you issue a citation.”
“What is this symphony you’re composing?” the i-figure said.
“It’s impossible to explain. It’s music.”
“It has a specific message?”
“No. If it did, I would write out the message and leave it at that.”
Pause.
“Why have we not heard of you before?” said the i-figure.
“Because I was doing illustrations for the Happiness Holos.”
“What happened?”
“I became bored. A machine could make those pictures. So I decided to compose music.”
“The Happiness Holos are an essential social program.”
“Perhaps,” the artist said. “They encourage people to stay on the positive side of a fantasy-construct called Positive&Negative, which as you know is a State-sponsored theme. But what is superficially indicated by those two opposing sets is, in fact, fuel for the fire.”
“Fuel for what fire?”
“The creative fire. The artist can use and transform any material.”
“Where did you hear such a thing?” the i-figure said.
“Nowhere,” the artist said. “I’ve experienced it many times.”
“Your views are highly eccentric,” the i-figure said. “I will have to consult your childhood history to understand their roots.”
“I’m afraid that won’t do you any good.”
“Why not?”
“Because your version, the US Department of Psychology version of cause and effect, is propaganda for the masses.”
“This is your idea of a joke?” the i-figure said.
“Not at all.”
“When you compose this…symphony, how do you think?”
“It’s not thinking in the way you use the term,” the artist said.
“No? Then what do you do?”
“I invent sound.”
“Preposterous.”
“Large masses of sound.”
“Absurd. According to what underlying pattern?”
“None,” the artist said. “Check the Library of Structures. You won’t find my activity in the catalogs.”
“All structures and patterns are contained in the files.”
“I doubt that,” the artist said. “But regardless, I don’t invent through pattern.”
“No?” the i-figure said. “How then?”
“I improvise.”
“And this term refers to?”
“Something done spontaneously,” the artist said.
“And you exceed prescribed ranges of thought in the process.”
“Perhaps. I would hope so. I don’t keep track.”
“You’re being flippant,” the i-figure said.
“I knew you’d cite me,” the artist said. “I’m just trying to enjoy myself until you pass sentence.”
“There is no sentence yet,” the i-figure said. “You’re an anomaly. We investigate. We consider. We direct resources. We question. We determine.”
“I’m afraid,” the artist said, “that your and my idea of ‘determine’ are quite different.”
“Let me ask you this,” the i-figure said. “When you are composing, do you ever believe you enter into a realm or area that could be called ‘non-material’? We’ve heard such claims before.”
“Not if you’re referring to some fairyland. But all thought is basically non-material. The brain registers it after the fact. Thought, the real thing, doesn’t take place in the brain.”
“You’re deluded,” the i-figure said. “And disordered.”
“If I could simply confess to that and be on my way, I’d be a happy man. But I’m sure you have charges to attach.”
“You live in a society,” the i-figure said. “To keep the peace and maintain the Positive, from which all good things flow, science has discovered that thought should occur within certain parameters.”
“If you insist.”
“We want to study you. It’s a great honor to be called. You could help extend the boundaries of research.”
The artist was about to ask whether he had a choice, when a holographic webbing that looked curiously like a rainbow clamped him tight in his chair. The pressure increased.
“We register some variation from the norm in your present thinking,” the i-figure said.
“What present thinking?” the artist said.
“What you’re thinking right now.”
“That was quick.”
“The readouts are instantaneous…what are you doing?”
The artist took up from where he’d last left off, composing his symphony.
“I’m starting the third movement,” he said.
“Wait,” the i-figure said. His left arm sizzled and disappeared.
“This is the thunderstorm section,” the artist said.
The pressure of the rainbow around him relaxed.
The i-figure said, “What you’re doing is disruptive.”
“It’s because of how you set your frequencies,” the artist said.
He continued composing.
All along the major esplanade, and in the lake area, and in the industrial parks and residential high rises, virtual structures shattered like glass.
The i-figure reminded the artist of one of those ancient neon signs, broken, buzzing, blinking. Finally, it went dark.
Ten thousand holographic government buildings started to explode, froze, and vanished.
The artist said to no one, “I’m just composing. Well, maybe not just.”
He was suddenly back in his room at the edge of the city.
“I suppose this is what they mean by a negative consequence,” he said.
Jon Rappoport
The author of three explosive collections, THE MATRIX REVEALED, EXIT FROM THE MATRIX, and POWER OUTSIDE THE MATRIX, Jon was a candidate for a US Congressional seat in the 29th District of California. He maintains a consulting practice for private clients, the purpose of which is the expansion of personal creative power. 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 NoMoreFakeNews emails here or his free OutsideTheRealityMachine emails here.
That went straight over my head 🙂
that’s because you may not be considered to be an artist.
artists seem to agree that they are the highest life forms.
very much like doctors. though ‘artist’ is at very best a vague term.
what i see is that life is an art. everyone is an artist. period.
No not highest state, natural state.
Everyone is an artist, creative, imaginative and with there own medium.
Artist means to be open minded.
Alive in the moment….your an artist, Leslie
I really like that story, Jon. And I believe that it has a lot of truth in it.
It’s a bit like when you write a script in your head. You cannot really put it into written words, but it is clear in your mind. what you want it to be. You clearly see the role of the characters, the ambiance… and so on. And every day the script gets bigger and bigger and more powerful.
I’ve been writing a script in my mind, for months now. It’s about exposing the NWO and its tyranny.. And amazingly, I’ve noticed that when I try to wake-up some people, it is more easy than before. Like if they could intercept my brain waves.
I can now get them to read informative articles, and watch powerful videos. Before that script in my mind, it was almost impossible to convince anyone to do so. No one seemed to care about all that. But now, it’s a cakewalk.
Wow! I commend you, Quebec. I feel like I’m trying to run in quicksand sometimes when it comes to waking people up.
I am a graphic designer and illustrator. I work with other artists and for many fine artists, photographers and ‘creatives’ from different fields. In my private live, I tend to gravitate to the same kind of people (Family? Don’t even ask!). The tragedy for me is seeing so many accomplished, creative, “open minded” people so firmly entrenched in one ideological tar pit or another — to the absolute exclusion of the possibility of any other viewpoint.
With full disclosure, and at the risk of being accused of this very thing, I am a Bible believing (non-proselytizing) Christian — Reformed and definitely not of the ‘Health and Wealth’ variety. Contrary to what some might believe, this does not hold me back or box me into a limited range of imagination. I find inspiration and value in all areas of life and in many, many writers and artists, some that are, to say the least, frowned upon in traditional Christian circles. It’s simply a matter of separating the wheat from the chaff. For example, Noam Chomsky’s insiteful observations on the manipulation of society by the mass media as opposed to his soft headed and dangerous collectivist notions aimed at ‘the welfare of all’. (I mention people like him to SOME of my Christian friends or acquaintances, and they look at me like I just sprouted a second head.)
One would think that in such a creative environment, true free thought — imagination — would flow like water. Sadly, this is not always the case. Maybe it’s because most of the people that I’m around are older, like myself. As we approach middle and old age, we generally tend to stick with whatever world view, good, bad, crazy, etc., that we have come to believe. Or, whatever “Got me this far”. It’s great to have an opinion, but, as Jon Rappoport has so often said in so many ways, our reality is only as good as we can imagine it into existence. It is liquid, it thrives on input (inner and outer). It will expand if we alternately feed it and get out of its way.
What happens when actual artists stop doing this? Many of my “creative” coworkers and friends are in what I would call “artistic arrested development”. As their worldview is resistant to change, so is their approach to their own art. And to me it shows in their otherwise competent and masterful work. I find it extremely frustrating that all these so-called “free thinkers” (for me, as good a definition for an artist as any) are so captive to what they accept as “reality”. In short, one version or another of The Matrix. I would expect this from your average smart phone-gazing dolt off the street, but artists?!
I say all that to ask you this: Who are these people whose eyes you are opening? Do they tend to be younger?
https://michaelburns1.wordpress.com/2015/10/01/artist-exceeds-the-limits-permitted-by-brain-researchers-rainbows-and-unicorns/