The Individual vs. the Staged Collective
by Jon Rappoport
July 9, 2017
Trumpets blare. In the night sky, spotlights roam. A great confusion of smoke and dust and fog, and emerging banners, carrying the single message:
WE.
The great meltdown of all consciousness into a glob of utopian simplicity…
There are denizens among us.
They present themselves as the Normals.
Beyond all political objectives, there is a simple fact: those group-mind addicts who have given up their souls will rage against the faintest appearance of one who tries to keep his. And in this rage, the soulless ones will try to pull the other down to where they live.
And somehow, it all looks normal and proper and rational.
In the 1950s, before television had numbed minds and turned them into jelly, there was a growing sense of: the Individual versus the Corporate State.
Something needed to be done. People were fitting into slots. They were surrendering their lives in increasing numbers. They were carving away their own idiosyncrasies and their independent ideas.
But television, under the control of psyops experts, became, as the 1950s droned on, the facile barrel of a weapon:
“What’s important is the group. Conform. Give in. Bathe in the great belonging…”
Recognize that every message television imparts is a proxy, a fabrication, a simulacrum, an imitation of life one step removed.
When this medium also broadcasts words and images of belonging and the need to belong, it’s engaged in revolutionary social engineering.
Whether it’s the happy-happy suburban-lawn family in an ad for the wonders of a toxic pesticide, or the mob family going to the mattresses to fend off a rival, it’s fantasy time in the land of mind control.
Television has carried its mission forward. The consciousness of the Individual versus the State has turned into: love the State. Love the State as family.
In the only study I have been able to find, Wictionary partially surveys the scripts of all television shows from the year 2006, to analyze the words most frequently broadcast to viewers in America.
Out of 29,713,800 words, including the massively used “a,” “an,” “the,” “you,” “me,” and the like, the word “home” ranks 179 from the top. “Mom” is 218. “Together” is 222. “Family” is 250.
This usage reflects an unending psyop.
Are you with the family or not? Are you with the group, the collective, or not? Those are the blunt parameters.
“When you get right down to it, all you have is family.” “Our team is really a family.” “You’re deserting the family.” “You fight for the guy next to you.” “Our department is like a family.” “Here at Corporation X, we’re a family.”
The committee, the group, the company, the sector, the planet.
The goal? Submerge the individual.
Individual achievement, imagination, creative power? Not on the agenda. Something for the dustbin of history.
Aldous Huxley, Brave New World: “‘Ninety-six identical twins working ninety-six identical machines’! The voice was almost tremulous with enthusiasm. ‘You really know where you are. For the first time in history.’”
George Orwell, 1984: “The two aims of the Party are to conquer the whole surface of the earth and to extinguish once and for all the possibility of independent thought.”
The soap opera is the apotheosis of television. The long-running characters in Anytown are irreversibly enmeshed in one another’s lives. There’s no escape. There is only mind-numbing meddling.
“I’m just trying to help you realize we all love you (in chains).”
“Your father, rest his soul, would never have wanted you to do this to yourself…”
“How dare you set yourself apart from us. Who do you think you are?”
For some people, the collective “WE” has a fragrant scent—until they get down in the trenches with it. There they discover odd odors and postures and mutations. There they discover self-distorted creatures scurrying around celebrating their twistedness.
The night becomes long. The ideals melt. The level of intelligence required to inhabit this cave-like realm is lower than expected, much lower.
Hypnotic perceptions, which are the glue that holds the territory together, begin to crack and fall apart, and all that is left is a grim determination to see things through.
As the night moves into its latter stages, some participants come to know that all their activity is taking place in a chimerical universe.
It is as if reality has been constructed to yield up gibberish.
Whose idea was it to become deaf, dumb, and blind in the first place?
And then perhaps one person in the cave suddenly says: I EXIST.
That starts a cacophony of howling.
In the aftermath of the 1963 assassination of JFK and the 1995 bombing of the Federal Building in Oklahoma City, the covert theme was the same: a lone individual did this.
A lone individual, detached from the group, did this. “Lone individuals are people who left the fold. They wandered from the communal hearth. Therefore, they inevitably became killers.”
In 1995, after the Oklahoma City Bombing, President Bill Clinton made a speech to the nation. He rescued his presidency by essentially saying, “Come home to the government. We will protect you and save you.”
He framed the crime in those terms. The individual versus the staged collective.
The history of human struggle on this planet is about the individual emerging FROM the group, from the tribe, from the clan. The history of struggle is not about the individual surrendering and going back INTO group identity.
Going back is the psyop.
The intended psyop.
As the trumpets blare in the night sky, as the fog-ridden spotlights roam, as the banners emerge carrying the single message, WE, as people below are magnetically drawn to this show, a unpredicted thing happens:
Someone shouts: WHAT IS WE?
Others pick up the shout.
And the banners begin to catch fire and melt. They drip steel and wax and the false grinding of hypnotic dreams breaks its rhythm.
The whole sky-scene stutters like a great weapon losing its capacity to contain heat. The sky itself drips and caves inward and collapses, and the trumpets tail off and there is a new fresh silence.
The delusion, in pieces, is drifting away…
The cover: gone.
Behind it is The Individual.
What will he do now?
Will he seek to find his inherent power, the power he cast aside in his eagerness to join the collective?
Will he?
Or will he search for another staged melodrama designed to absorb him in an all-embracing WE?
(New piece up at my OUTSIDE THE REALITY MACHINE blog entitled “Maps of Consciousness as a Form of Mind Control”)
(To read about Jon’s mega-collection, Exit From The Matrix, click here.)
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.
Meanwhile, the real ID act is going into effect by January 2018, which means that all of your personal data including SSN, fingerprints, and birth certificate are now digitally tied into your state ID. Real smart.
The individual is dead in America, and it appears no matter how many of us attempt to wake them up, they are comfortable numb in there servitude. It doesn’t matter how we differ in our worldview so long as the individual remains the primary focus, but the average folk have no desire to take proper action.
So funny that I have to continually prove that I am who I claim I am. If that doesn’t prove I’m a unique individual, I don’t know what will.
I had an interesting conversation with some professionals whom suddenly changed the subject to conspiracy theory and asked my opinion on something. Me the working class, the blue collar amusement.
I almost fell for expressing an opinion but caught myself in time. Later it occurred to me that this is how the group mind works, never daring to think for it’s self but always searching for its safety in validation from others and now possibly looking to be more inclusive for reasons of ‘its’ own.
Sure I could have given them a earful but why?
The information is obviously reaching some critical mass now that the we’s are feeling uncomfortable not being able to label in the usual way and then attending to more “important” distractions.
There is no reason to “inform” the others, the information is there, let them find their comfort zone with it completely on their own because ‘they’ will not believe you any way.
This happens in ITALY
https://vimeo.com/224014038
Please share it! Share for all other europeans country…
because italian TV doesn’t show these manifestations
Since that collective cover dissolved I grew half an inch taller and my feet grew. Seriously. This is not supposed to happen after 50 (and no, there’s nothing physically wrong with me that would cause this). My eye sight corrected itself.
I feel calmer and more confident. And while I care about other people, I really don’t care what they think about me. I don’t need or want anyone else’s opinion about anything to do with me, or what I am doing in this world. I’m just me.
But living as a collective, as a we, you have to care about fitting in to some group or other, and it’s very limiting because then you worry about what other people think about you, and you need and want their opinions about you and everything else in the world, and end up molding your life into an ever changing consensus. And eventually you lose yourself.
From the literary department, Ayn Rand’s “Anthem” provides one more example of collectivism when it comes to the forbidden word “I” (pronoun first person, singular).
Collectivist movements are started by lazy people who want other people to take care of them rather than taking care of themselves all the while promising to have the “state” take care of the collectivized citizens who become worse off after being successfully collectivized.
No one makes poor people poorer than the kommunists. All the while claiming to take care of the poor.
I did like the continual going back and forth between the group trying to keep a person from going astray and leaving the fold. And also the various groups from family on up thru to government, TV schools.It is a constant battle against group think and group pressure. So many groups doing it. It is surprising that anyone escapes but the mind just can’t be stopped. Some always escape the group collective. Most are not ever aware that they are enslaved and imprisoned.
A Matrix, indeed!
Quite interesting. I’m sure you heard of Patent US6506148 b2, and what it is. When you mentioned tv, that reminded me of that code. They use TV as a means of “Nervous System Manipulation” in other words, Mind Control. Dangerous times “we” are living in, I suppose.
Thanks for this info.
Nervous system manipulation by electromagnetic fields from monitors — US 6506148 B2
http://www.google.com/patents/US6506148
The fragrant scent of Suiciety is that of the animal slaughterhouse.
Although some animals are a little more equal than others all of them will be herded down the ramp.
At the end all humans are bidirectional bound to the A.I. It’s worth to listen to Al Bielek’s (Montauk Project) seen future with A.I controlled society and cities. The last individuals will be grilled as domestic terrorists.
Peace be with the reader.
The time has come, time for individuals who know the Truth to rise.
Listen to the recording(link below), and gather the harvest by spreading the good news.
http://www.marques.co.za/duke/99_Faithful_witness_Judgment_Time.mp3
Knock on this door: http://www.marques.co.za/duke
The one who censors(‘moderates’) this comment will surely be held accountable.
Duke(Revelation 19:12)
The faithful witness (Revelation 1:5)
Take head of this prayer:
Oh, Great Spirit, whose voice I hear in the winds, and whose breath gives life to all the world – hear me – I come before you, one of your children. I am small and weak. I need your strength and wisdom. Let me walk in beauty and make my eyes ever behold the red and purple sunset. Make my hands respect the things you have made, my ears sharp to hear your voice. Make me wise, so that I may know the things you have taught my People, the lesson you have hidden in every leaf and rock. I seek strength not to be superior to my brothers, but to be able to fight my greatest enemy, myself. Make me ever ready to come to you, with clean hands and straight eyes, so when life fades as a fading sunset, my spirit may come to you without shame.
Prayer by Yellow Hawk
Sioux Chief
The faithful one
“I’m just trying to help you realize we all love you (in chains).”
^
Worth repeating. Or making into a t-shirt.
And this week in London comes the announcement that the “ladies and gentlemen” greeting on Tube announcements is to be scrapped:
“London Underground staff have been told to say ‘hello everyone’ in an effort to become more gender-neutral.
TfL said it had briefed staff on use of the new language “though from time-to-time, well-meaning staff may still use the term ‘ladies and gentlemen”.”
“If this happens frequently, we will issue reminders to staff,” it added.”
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-london-40591750
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Personally, I find the designation of personhood demeaning and insulting to trans-egoic, non-dual and advaitic consciousness.
I shall therefore be lobbying my MP post-haste for a more inclusive designator than ‘everyone’, and I will issue reminders to the bigots who persist in using such outdated terms as ‘people’.
No need to thank me, just doing my service for humanity.