Live in the collective and forget who you are

by Jon Rappoport

December 2, 2019

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We are now told it’s selfish and greedy to promote freedom for the individual. It’s old-fashioned. It’s passe. It’s dangerous. It’s nothing more than a ruse floated by the rich to hold down the poor.

Forget about the fact that the next Einstein or Tesla, growing up in what has become a collectivist society, could be slammed with Ritalin, Prozac, and even heavier drugs—because they’re “abnormal.”

Some day, when America has been forgotten, an anthropologist will write a celebrated history of this country, and it’ll be all about cultural trends and group customs, and no one will even remember there was such an idea as The Individual.

By that time, the population of what was once the United States will live in a theocracy dedicated to Mother Earth, and every day for half an hour, the people will kneel and pray, together, from coast to coast, for mercy from this Mother.

And the people will be happy doing it—such as they understand happiness. They will glorify The Group. They will live under the great dome of the Flying Drones and they will rejoice in their solidarity.

They will willingly submit to all forms of surveillance, because it is in the interest of the Whole, the collective, the mass. After all, who would depart from the rules and sentiments of The Group? Only the outcasts. Only those bitter clingers who still believe they are unique individuals and have desires and power. Who needs them? Who wants them? They’re primitive throwbacks. They’re sick and they need treatment.

Be grateful you’re living in the time of the great transition. If you look, you can see the changes taking place right in front of your own eyes. You can see The Individual fading out as a concept. You can see its replacement—the group and its needs—coming on strong. You can know where we’re heading.

One day, you’ll be able to tell your grandchildren there was once a time when there was a completely different conception of existence, and you’ll be able to regale them with stories of the impossible. Stories of individuals.

Of course, they won’t believe you. They won’t be able to fathom what in the world you’re talking about. But that doesn’t matter. They’ll listen in rapt wonder, just as we now admiringly contemplate tales of strange creatures and mountain gods of the ancient Greeks.

It’ll be fun to look back on our time.

Don’t worry. It doesn’t matter. History is merely an anthropological catalog of trends, a series of customs. We pass from one epoch to another. What was true and important in one time becomes meaningless later.

Just “come together for the great healing.” That’s all you need to think about now. It’ll all work out. And if it doesn’t, you won’t remember the failure anyway.

Coda: What’s that? I can’t hear you. Speak a little louder. Oh…I see. You’re saying we the people are getting ripped off by our leaders and their secret controllers. Yes. Well, sure, that’s true.

And yes…if we all came together perhaps we could throw off these controllers and assert our independence once again. Yes.

But then I ask you this:

After we’ve won the great battle, what do we do next? Do we parade around, from town to town, from city to city, a hundred million of us, a great caravan, extolling our group victory? Is that what we do for the rest of eternity?

Or did we fight and win the great battle for another reason?

Did we perhaps fight and win so we could reestablish the individual as the basis and the object of freedom?

Wasn’t that really the reason we were in this fight?

Or are you already too humble and progressive and submissive and enlightened to think so?

If you’re going to fight and fight to win, it helps to know why you’re in the battle, why you’re really in it.

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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.

11 comments on “Live in the collective and forget who you are

  1. RickKean says:

    I miss your videos.

    This blog really deserves a video by you.

    Happy Thanksgiving


  2. native male says:

    all life is native, come from mother earth and return to her. do no harm spirits travel the universe. do harm spirits are tortured.

    have more information, bob

  3. Jon, Sorry but you are late. We have lived in a society ruled by Plato’s Children and footnoter philosophers (re: Plato’s Republic a.k.a. Utopia) since the Golden Greeks. Every article today on every topic reinforces our civilization’s march to that Utopia. Plato’s tome is embedded in every text and every academic credential – both liberal arts and technical (the latter less so). Everybody in the ‘news’ envisions oneself as Philosopher King that the world needs to solve so many problems. (The fact of global communication is the fleeting product but temporary influence of Aristotle).

    Ayn Rand has been the only voice with a better philosophy, and in time her ideas will rule the day. (the reason for that is few understand it and no mainstreamer will applaud it. But Just as it took 900 years for Aristotle’s logic to influence society, (re: the Renaissance) it will still prove to have been a passing blip – a bump in the road to Plato’s Republic.

    I like the attitude of Epicurus – “While we are alive let us live.’ Civilizations come and go and ours is on its way out. Regrets.

    Thanks for your emails.


    P.S. I still think you should allow advertisements for fiction. Just saying.

    • Greg C. says:

      What some people see as the imminent collapse of civilization, I see as another failed go at collectivism. Each empire that collapses teaches the future generations the same lesson. The masses never learn this lesson, because it is a call to inidividuate from the great collective unconscious. That is the one thing they cannot do. It is the story of the tower of Babel – “Let us build a great name for ourselves.” The story of civilization.

      We confuse greatness with possession of material resources. The collective controls the bulk of these – building massive institutions, monuments, and achievements that lead nowhere except to more collectivism. Carl Jung was right when he said that the individual human psyche is the greatest power once it awakens to full consciousness. This power is not a movement or rallying cry, or merely a good idea. It is not a plan waiting for the right resources to be carried out. It is a way of living each minute of each day that everyone naturally resists because we must face our fear of separation from the great mother or father and embark on the hero’s journey.

  4. david says:

    Rather take action than be a barking dog.
    walk your talk as an individual.
    a group of individuals make the best society.
    you cannot criticise J.R. for his “million letters”
    a lifetime of devotion to humanity
    We all know he speaks the truth.
    time to act
    get your own act together
    follow your inner commandments of your truth , just like Jon does.

  5. Bert Powers says:

    I just posted this on Word Press. It will be interesting to see how they react.

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  7. About Creativity says:

    Very good, ´´thousand-eyed present´´ Started: 11/2019

  8. ReluctantWarrior says:

    Midnight Confession

    David Evans

    In my midnight confession
    I scream to the heavens above
    Proclaiming my mortal sedition
    Against my tortured phantoms of love.

    A predicament without compromise
    Chronos’ weathered hands apathetic,
    A whole race faced with its own demise
    Showcase of love’s aesthetic?

    I left the fields where my children played
    Where the nets of convention hold us tight,
    My heart deeply broken and flayed
    Praying for the first rays of light.

    And then I heard the devil chortle
    Dissing the dignity of mankind
    ‘Why would the immortal create the plight of the mortal?’
    So he could savor your vintage soul wine?

    What is the meaning of life’s great mystery
    That hides in the shadows of time
    Eluding the bloody pages of history
    Featuring love’s elusive pantomime.

    I cannot comprehend the meaning of this life
    Dotted with wildflower meadows,
    Fertilized with the ash of human strife,
    That cuts us to the marrow.

    The bloody rose borne on thorn and thistle
    Cries out in her twisted agony
    Singing her immortal epistle
    Blooming in pure ecstasy.

    In my midnight confession
    I flee the hunter demons of my soul
    Where gather all my finest obsessions
    And my fears do take their inevitable toll.

    Now with the first hint of morning
    I bear the wounds of love’s mortal blow
    And feel the heart’s magma rising
    With the wisdom of letting go.

    I have learned the wisdom of the ages
    That hides around time’s forever bend
    Confounding all the sages
    That true love begins when love finally ends.

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