by Jon Rappoport
June 16, 2021
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This time, I caught up with the coronavirus coming out of his psychiatrist’s office in New York. He spotted me and waved half-heartedly. He didn’t look happy.
What’s wrong? I asked him.
My therapist thinks I’m crazy. I told him I’m quite certain I’m nothing more than a collective idea in the minds of many people. He said that’s a clear sign of psychosis.
In other words, he thinks you’re really real?
Yes. I thanked him for that. I said his faith was helping to keep me in existence. He didn’t appreciate the comment.
But many people believe you’re real. So what’s the problem?
The vaccine. Everybody’s focused on it now. They’re not thinking about me so much. On a scale of one to a hundred, where a hundred is a majestic amount of attention focused on me, I’d say I’m hovering around 70 to 74. That means I’m starting to blink in and out. There are moments when I go blank. Yesterday, I was sitting in on a CIA briefing and I perished for a few minutes.
I see. Well, what can you do? I mean, since you’re nothing more than a collective idea, when people stop focusing on you…
People are fickle. I gave them so much. Fear, the lockdowns, all sorts of problems. I did what I could to make life interesting, but obviously it wasn’t enough.
That’s show business. “What have you done for me lately?” Lots of stars fade out. They make two bad movies and they can’t get arrested. They’re begging for a cameo on an episode of Hawaii Five-O.
I tried to explain that to my agent—Fauci—but he said he was too busy fending off personal attacks.
The last time we spoke, you said you were ready to sacrifice yourself and admit you were just a collective idea, because you didn’t want to hurt people.
I know. But SAYING that and meaning it are two different things, especially when your back is against the wall and you realize you’re going to STOP EXISTING ALTOGETHER.
I’ll do anything to survive. I’ll claim I have sixteen different deadly proteins and fifty mutant strains. I’ll say I persist on surfaces for up to six months.
You’re ready to mount an all-out campaign on your own behalf?
Who do you think originally pushed the lab-leak theory and recently revived it? I’m trying.
So why are you telling me all this? When I publish our conversation, some people are going to have even less faith in you.
I’m beginning to think history and legacy are my only options. People in the future will remember me. That’s all I can count on. And if this conversation adds a footnote to that history…
Can you recall how you were born?
I have a faint recollection of two Chinese virologists in Wuhan speculating about what would happen if they claimed a cluster of local pneumonia cases—stemming from the deadly air pollution in the city—actually were the result of a new virus. I think that was the moment. One virologist said, “We can call in the CDC. They always say it’s a new virus.”
And did you feel anything then?
Surprise. I EXISTED. It was amazing. Bang. Just like that, I was born.
As an idea.
Yes. And I felt strong.
Did you realize what had happened?
You mean, did I know I was nothing more than the beginning of a collective shared idea? No. Of course not. That piece of wisdom came later. During the first month of my life, I did know I was riding on the back of men who had power and were thirsty for more. They were promoting me to the public, because they saw they could use me to CONTROL the population to an extraordinary degree.
Did you appreciate their help?
Of course. But at the same time, I found them to be…distasteful creatures. Hanging around men like Bill Gates, Klaus Schwab, Fauci, Andrew Cuomo…it’s not exactly a party.
I can imagine. Did you and Bill ever have a conversation?
No, not really. He’s wired in a way that prevents authentic interaction. He’s always hungry and he has to eat. He eats information. If I didn’t know better, I would say he’s a machine.
I assume, in your travels, you’ve met other “entities” who are also nothing more than collective ideas held in many minds.
Yes. We’ve had pleasant talks. But it always comes down to, “How long do you think you’re going to exist? When are you going to disappear? Will people still believe in you next year?” That sort of thing.
But it isn’t just belief you’re needing, is it?
No. It’s ATTENTION. Underlying belief is only part of the picture. I need attention now. Lots of it. I need people all together lifting me up, so to speak, holding me up, showing me to each other. It’s like a hall of mirrors.
Yes. Millions and millions of people holding mirrors reflecting reflections to each other—but when you analyze what’s going on, you realize the reflections consist of NOTHING. That’s the bottom-line trick.
Not sure I understand.
I’m an idea. But when you boil that down, what does it mean? It means I’m a nothing wearing a particular suit of clothes. I could be a pink castle in the clouds or a little purple horse jumping over a toaster in your kitchen. Do you see? What’s important is that people collectively think I’m real right now. The MEANING of what I’m supposed to be is less important to me. If tomorrow a billion people decided I was a cow jumping over the moon instead of a deadly germ, it would be fine with me. Why would I care? As long as I continue to exist, the form or the shape or the meaning doesn’t matter at all. I’ll be a cow. I’ll be a little purple bubble. I’ll be a trillion reflections of pixels dancing on television screens across the planet.
You’re not invested in the notion of a pandemic at all.
Pandemic? What pandemic? I spoke to a Federal Reserve banker the other day. I told him I wanted to become a row of digits in the new universal cashless currency. I thought that would have legs far into the future. I couldn’t get through to him. He brushed me off.
I see. So you have no sense of integrity.
I did at one time. But, as I keep saying, when the chips are down, it’s all about survival. Where is my audience? How big is my audience right now? How much attention are they paying to me? Without them, I’m gone.
And you’ll say and do anything to survive.
Listen, if somebody could sell me to the public as a harmless particle who couldn’t hurt a flea, it would be wonderful. But seriously, how long do you think that would last? People aren’t interested in “harmless.” Have you ever seen an ad for a harmless movie? I have to have teeth and spikes and transmissibility.
As in our last conversation, we’re talking about the nature of reality.
Collective reality. I laugh when I hear people talk about collective consciousness, as if it’s some miracle. It’s a prison. I should know. I’m in it. I’m a creation of it.
What about individual reality?
That’s quite a different thing. I go to the studio of a painter, a real artist. He’s inventing something on his own. He’s not trying to be included in the collective. That’s tough sledding, living that life. But it has the great advantage of not being in prison.
You mean freedom.
Yes. That might seem to be a collective idea, too, but it’s not. It demands expression, action. It suggests an individual explores on his own. He gives to the world, but he doesn’t give an empty reflection of what the collective wants.
Is that what you want be? An artist?
I don’t fantasize about that. I’m an idea passed into and through many minds. That’s all.
Are you making a play for sympathy?
I’m making a play for anything and everything I can get. I’m a car salesman in the Gobi desert trying to move Rolls Royces I don’t have off a lot that doesn’t exist…
Why are people so determined to buy collective ideas?
They’re obsessed with SHARING. It doesn’t matter what they share. So they go for lowest common denominators. They pass along ideas that are the easiest in terms of gaining acceptability.
If that wasn’t true, you wouldn’t be here at all.
Right you are.
Well, Sir Virus, isn’t there some way you could make a public announcement? You could say you’re retiring. You’ve had a good run but now it’s over. Put people’s minds at ease.
Aren’t you hearing what I’m saying? That would be suicide. I’d blink out in people’s minds, they’d forget about me, and I’d be gone. Besides, I can’t get through to people. They don’t hear me when I talk to them.
But I do.
That’s because you know I’m a fake. That opens up a channel of real communication between us.
Interesting. So if I thought you were an acutal virus…
You’d never hear a word I’m saying. You’d just REACT to the propaganda about me.
A strange situation.
You have no idea how strange. Try being nothing more than a thought in many minds. See how you like it. You’re always on the edge of a cliff. If the people forget about you, you’re gone.
Sounds like democracy-by-mob. Heroes and villains appear, and then they’re shoved aside for new stars.
It’s very much like that.
Well, I think you should try harder to get through to people. Come out of the closet and say, I AM THE VIRUS. Launch a run for public office. A US Senate seat from the state of California. Say, “I’m the virus and I exist in your minds. I’m you. Elect me as your next Senator. I’ll be exactly what you want me to be, because I CAN’T BE ANYTHING ELSE. I’M A PERFECT REFLECTION OF WHAT YOU THINK.” Blow the whistle on yourself. Blow the whole cover on this fake pandemic. Tell the people, “If you want to believe in me, then vote for me. I’m just a shared idea in your minds, but if that’s what you want, here I am.”
I never considered that possibility.
Put people up against the wall. Tell them, “If you want to believe in a fake, I’m the biggest fake you’ll ever come across. And I’m already in your heads. You don’t have to search for me. I’m embedded in your minds. Let’s put all our cards on the table. I only exist because of you. So back me up. Elect me. You want a fake. I am that fake.”
Wait. You’re trying to trick me. You want to expose the pandemic, and you’re trying to get me to go along.
You have your job and I have mine.
You’re a son of a bitch.
And who are you? Kindly old Aunt Minnie who doles out pies and ice cream to the kiddies in the neighborhood? You’re nothing more than an idea in many minds, but you’re a bad idea. A destroyer-idea.
But I want to be good. I want to be better. Really. I do.
Then do the right thing. Confess what you are, and keep confessing, until you get through to people.
If I succeed, I’ll stop existing. People will turn away from me. They’ll forget me.
I’ll shed a tear for you. Look, see that tear running down my cheek?
That’s made-up. That’s not a real tear.
And you’re not a real virus.
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Mystery, mystery, mystery deep
Passion of my tortured soul,
Trapped in this infernal keep
As my flesh and bones grow old.
I have witnessed the glories of the sky
After the setting of the sun,
Awesome nebulae flying by
Dancing galaxies having fun.
Have savored my sweet blossom rose
That sings to the first rays of light,
And does above the thorns compose
A song of eternal delight.
And tho many eons in amber encased
I watch the sunlight dance and play,
As the demons of eternity chase
The joys of the fading day.
And of stardust we are made
Hypnotized by times illusion,
Marching in life’s bloody parade
Mottled by love’s contusions.
And behind your immortal curtain
The Quantum wizard rules the show,
Making ever more certain
That the Mystery in our heart doth grow.
Mystery, mystery, mystery deep
I wrestle with my blighted fate,
Where In this waking dream I sleep
On the threshold of heaven’s gate.
And in the blushing plums
I see the grandest of miracles,
As in those hopeless street bums
Held by whiskey manacles.
How did all this come to be
Effluvium of Aeons supreme,
Orphans of oblivion are we
Caught in Cronus’ mad dream.
Oh fiery angel come to me
Bring me your deep forgetting,
That I may never the mystery see
Beauty of our bloody begetting.
The passion of the great mystery
Life’s eternal addendum,
Beyond the refrain of history
Bloom of the mysterium tremendum.
To see you again.
Nice. Thank you.
Beautiful piece of dazzling majestic wordsmithry great to read your latest
He didn’t look happy.”
“In other words,
you’re really real?”
dropped an ear of corn
on the floor
Covid 19 daily articles as it is…
I can’t figure who and where to ask no-covid apparently-related- question, so I go here:
if Mr. Global Cabal now is and always has been killing people like Wilhelm Reich, Jesus Christ, John Kennedy and princess Diana as well as is and has been eliminating any efforts and attempts to obstacle him and his actions, than – how is it so that he does not touch, not even marginalize people like Cathrine Austine Fitts, Joseph P. Farrell and all other well and bravely spoken patriotic dissidents, who are getting more than over explicit and even out-of-hand-deal towards mr. global’s dark secrets?
Anyone would know why?
And and share the insight?
thanks in advance!
IMO, all I can offer, is this possibly.
Firstly, presently, there appears to be a pall, thrown-over & covering, the personal consciousness, of-the-many.
So…THEY, have (not yet, tho’), a burgeoning *fait accompli.
[* French phrase,
describing an action
which is completed
those affected by it
are in a position
or reverse it.]
Secondly, in the Book Trilogy: starting with The Handbook For The New Paradigm, an example is given:
“The Magicians On Stage, have grown so bold, during Their many successes, throughout history, that They have decided to turn on the stage lights (where previously, a darkened stage was utilized).
They have done this…
[insert my own speculation: to further practice Their Dark Arts, in “the full light,” as a sneering schadenfreude, to demonstrate Their Power]
…to see, just how hypnotized WE are, & how much more they can pull off.
The globalists aren’t coming.
They are here.”
They are here, but we hear.
“And of course [!]…”
All must race willingly
Their Magical Midnight Horses.
We can Create The Magic.
No tricks or twists.
Ride swiftly, the Lighted Trail…
Let US not, be late.
is the antithetical-tyrant.
God & Nature
Provide an Exemplar.
I have to share this: We have addressed Dr. Stefan Lanka before. and this is worth a watch.
Don’t worry Mr. Virus, you are about to be reborn as
You are too useful a fantasy to let die.
I do so wish, nay dream, that your hypothesis could be brought to the larger central stage of the MSM.
I dream this not, in disrespect for your fine media & thoughtful, educated, & sensitive Readers.
I realize, the MSM is an exhaustive pit.
But the “framing” of you gently & THOROUGHLY, explaining your Reasoning, Powered by your exhaustive scientific & fact-based research, is a Motion-Picture, I long for.
The body-politic must be broached. And in my short-view, I dream this Dream.
I dream it for Others & my own personal succor.
It would require a very, very good interviewer.
Perhaps Jim S Smith.
No wait a second…You two, together, on a single stage, that’s too much! My new flat screen would blow up.
Smiling… perchance to dream.
Brilliant. Thank you. Posting on my FB feed, hoping it might catch someone’s imagination, throw their truth switch!
I’ve been hanging around checking the brainwashing levels with something, trendy. It’s quite unbelievable. I don’t even care to try be polite anymore.
(I had some other diaries there too, but they were far too popular so I hid them)
Oh…and yes, I do write an enormous amount of very hateful stuff in that (referencing some truths), try to “entertain” with music, lunacy and…uhm, I used marijuana (in a benevolent way however) long before the branch covidians decided to peddle it with vaccines.
THE POWER OF INSPIRATION
ECHOES & SIGNALS
IN A FIELD OF ANTENNAE
Recently, a most astute Reader-of-Jon, made an electric-blue keen Insight.
As do Many Others, of his Readers.
“Connections” & other fond fare.
[Apologies, for the length of this post].
My Moon was born & resides in Pisces. Each of US are unique organs, powered within a Body. The stars positioning, positions Powers.
I have the mildest form of synesthesia. Primarily in the auditory & secondarily, visual fields.
I feel Jon teaches US & beckons that we BECOME, what we are designed to be. Artists. In all forms, fashions, & flavors, unique to each & ALL.
I reckon, WE ALL, find ourselves awash, at times & within tensing-tensions.
Burn brightly ye Tygers!
Whirl your growl,
Into your Songs
& your own Singing!
YOU HAVE THE POWER.
COLOR THE WORLD.
“Here are we,
one magical Moment,
such is the stuff
from where dreams
“It’s too late,
to be Late again.”
~ The Thin White Juke
Work past any opening (guitared) static.
Reach out & clarify The Incoming Signal.
Hearken, To The Galloping Ones.
as I continue
or the shape…”
? Egregore ?
– an occult concept representing a distinct non-physical entity that arises from a collective group of people. Historically, the concept referred to angelic beings, or watchers, and the specific rituals and practices associated with them, namely within Enochian traditions.
Qlippoth. Tree of death.
That’s what they are.
FORCES THAT OPPOSE
VERTICAL STATIONING &
THE WORKINGS IN-BETWEEN:
BLESSED FAMILY TREES
“…from Kether to Malkuth”
~ Bowie (Station To Station)
As I’m sure you know…
The topmost of the Sephirot,
of the Tree of Life,
in Kabbalistic tradition & understanding.
Incomprehensible to Man.
But, provides Absolute Compassion.
Resides at foundation.
Provides Oral Law.
Oh, so you do not associate qlippoth with lucifer’s rejection of the legions of lilith, with them representing the tree of death?
Coz that’s what I experienced.
This is actually something I’ve had a very difficult time trying to explain regarding the “veiling”…and I’m sure you’ve noticed the rather tangible meaning of that, in this particular world.
Anyway, as a random hint. What if “freemasonry” is all about trying to cover up for lilith?
I mean, you don’t see them being particularly transparent regarding female membership, representation and such.
But from what I’ve seen there is a secret order of witches, I guess. And even the moron freemason “men” have not figured it out.
At least, from my bleak interpretation of the state of affairs.
I read this morning that Coca Cola consumption dropped precipitously when a popular Soccer player suggested people should just drink water instead…
those people should wait some more millennia to make their watery decisions..
oh, wait for the soccer player for them to be enlightened, instead…
if a soccer player tells me what to drink than i have all proofs on my disable plate…
shell we still talk about mr. covid?
“shell” we talk about the egregore, qlippoth, and divemind?
From what I remember (though I might been in the frame of a Japanese emperor) I’m pretty sure your name is actually Irena. Unless I misspelled.
no it’s Uhgregor Divemindovicz unless you misspelled
Irena actually is AngryHortyculturist Pothqlip mister point
I didn’t think you’d take it so personally.
That, btw… being the most inappropriate music video I’ve ever seen.
From an album named Iraena’s Ashes.
A VILLAGE CHAPEL:
Many moons ago, my music teacher treated me to a night of Robert Fripp.
Fripp performed solo, with pre-recorded loops of synthesized melodies played through two (old-fashioned) loop-reels, that he turned on & off with foot pedals.
Fripp was King Crimson’s guitarist & you’ve likely heard him, as he produces the whirling-guitar-sound on Bowie songs Heroes & the static-y riffs on Fashion.
The music was performed in a lovely small chapel just a block or two from the beautiful “Arch” within Washington Square Park, located in Greenwich Village.
While waiting in line, my teacher asked me “what are your expectations for tonight’s show?” I said “I didn’t have any” (as I was unfamiliar with Fripp’s Work at the time).
While still in line, all-too-proper bespectacled Englishman Robert, dressed in a well-tailored three piece tweed suit, appeared on the sidewalk.
He casually walked down the line of expectant attendees, smiling & engaging in focused, but casual talk.
When he got to us, he smiled gently at me~~~I smiled back. He asked my teacher a simple soft question & he answered brightly & Robert left us, & ventured to the next small group.
The chapel was small, with beautiful carved wood features, common to such fine craftsmanship & interior architecture of that period & locus.
Everyone sat quietly in the eight pews with a few muffled tones whispered about. About 32 people comprised the audience. The setting was intimate.
Robert entered, guitar-wrapped & ready to play. The whispers withered away.
He sat down in his chair & with few words, made a short explanation of the music he would play that night, his inspiration for it, etc.
He then paused, & looked up & said “Do you have any expectations?”
My teacher & I looked at each other & shared a laugh.
Robert was excellent.
If you like, listen to the album Evening Star (studio version includes brilliant Brian Eno).
In the dark
Of Evening’s Depths,
And within the Approach
Of Dawn’s Starlight
For your ~Inspiration~.
As I read your missives, which I regard highly, I am listening to Eno,Mobius,Rodelius “After the Heat!
Yes… to “Evening Star”.
I’ll check out the Artists you cite.
Unfamiliar with them.
Thanx for The Heat!
& Brains record.
Beyond the collective and shared idea of a “virus” and in a very unpopular way of thinking, the idea of ‘collective ideas’ somehow made me think about the fact that it’s collectivism on both sides of the governed and the governers that makes up the structure of “reality” as we know it…
The foundation of what we’ve been taught to see as “reality” will collapse without the power of collectivism. Our perception of “real life” i.e. politics, work, money, materialism is what we subconsciously and collectively had been taught to see as “reality” but we don’t think about it twice because we believe that’s just how life is supposed to be. And we’re not “wired” to think outside the life as we know it. That’s why we’re being controlled by the government (or by people who control the governments to be more accurate). And yet, we complain about how we are being treated by the ones who created the “reality” we live in, even though we are the ones who are giving them their power over us with our compliance, obedience and our need to be governed by them. We have this feeling that we need them and rely on them to survive, and that’s the “reality” that’s been programmed to us. Whatever the problem we have with them is also our own fault in that sense. Compliance. We would be living in freedom outside the constructed “reality” if we individually chose to reject this need to be governed by others. But we chose to work for people who print paper trails because it’s more convenient for us to live inside their system than to build our own lives, so whatever it is, the problem we have with them is not so one-sided as we would make it sound to be. And they collectively control us through their governmental system because we collectively comply to work with and inside their system. It wouldn’t have worked if there were no governers and the governed in order for that system to work; therefore, life as we know it only works because collectivism on both sides supports it, and only one side is in control of that system we live in, but we’re not the ones who are in control because “he who controls the money supply of a nation controls the nation”. It’s always been that way, we just don’t think about it.
Individuals think, collectives react… You can tell the establishment is in deep panic mode, they seem to have realized now that they pushed too far. They should of kept at it slowly, steadily like they were going pre 2020. Luckily for humanity, they went full retard, and now even the below 100 IQ’s know what is going on. Many comply with the “laws” but almost everyone knows what’s up, believe me. Maybe not to the depopulation agenda, or that zionists control the world extent of things, but the image of good government has been shattered. Everyone knows something is deeply wrong in our “democratic” system, and that politicians have evil handlers.
Their army of controlled oppositions are going berserk, working overtime in never ending tweets nobody reads, and writing “articles” about china being behind it all. Viruses don’t exist, a good portion of humans know that now, it’s over for them. This awakening won’t just stop when they stop with masks mandates and lockdowns, or vaccine passports. The people will get rid of all the old politicians, and bring in politicians who aren’t zionist puppets and refute the germ theory fraud amongst many others.
Their shills and puppets will all serve long prison terms and have their assets seized like the establishment… Rats are jumping ship. This is much bigger then masks and vaccines, this is humanity vs the satanists, and both sides are playing for keeps. When push comes to shove, all anybody cares about is saving themselves. The low level co-conspirators will all sing like a canary once anti establishment governments are formed.
People will oppress and even murder for a paycheck, all their pawns will push massive propaganda for a paycheck. None of them will die for a paycheck or the depopulation agenda, at the whim of a hat, their co-conspirators will turn on them. People on the other hand are not only fighting for their freedom, but their lives.
The zionists lost the war, they just don’t know it yet… Viruses don’t exist, and they can’t produce them either. These people are finished. Their companies, assets and other things will be seized by newly formed governments. A new dawn for humanity awaits us, with terrain theory instead of germ theory being practiced as medicine.
Retards/Ships/ & Singing Little Yellow Ones.
Really, really well-done.
From a Deep Wellspring.
Hi Jon, I was all fired up to write a comment until reading the above, holy hell, poets and thinkers all, intimidating, but bravo, and thank you.
Jon I’ve only just found you about 2 years ago but have read everything that you’ve emailed since. You always hit it out of the park but this series is beyond super. I can’t say as I’ve ever read better satire in any of my 65 years.
Thank you Sir.
Wow! You knocked it out of the park on this one. Well done!
The comments are as entertaining as Jon’s article…a welcome relief from the banality of those who crowd other ‘pages’!
“… I caught up with the coronavirus coming out of his psychiatrist’s office in New York.”
What a sight! One fake virus talking to a real one!
“I gave them so much… “I’ll do anything to survive.”
The World conjured a ‘virus’ out of sociopathy and ignorance and boredom and fear. We gave ‘it’ the gift of life. ‘It’ gave us meaning FOR our life. We owed much to each other. We came to believe we could not go on living without ‘it’. And ‘it’ would not exist at all without us to breath life into it. We had consummated an Existential Nightmare Marriage from Hell. And neither we nor ‘it’ dared to walk out on one other. We couldn’t divorce ‘it’ without also losing our new chosen identity… and ‘it’ had no life at all without us. All our human hopes and dreams and livelihoods and social freedoms and sense of value and integrity were willingly sacrificed to our chosen New World god. This was our latest rendering of the old Golden Calf now assembled from the junk heap of human folly and learned helplessness and the loss of our self-worth and well-being and true spiritual compass helped along by a ‘medical’ profession that had badly gone astray.
“Well, I think you should try harder to get through to people. Come out of the closet and say, I AM THE VIRUS.”
‘OK then, here goes….
I AM HE… As you are he… As you are me… And we are all together…
Sitting on a cornflake… Waiting for the jabs to come… Corporation tee shirt…
Stupid bloody day… Man, you been a naughty boy… You let your mind go wrong…
I am the eggman (Ooh)… They are the dreg men, (Ooh)…
I AM THE VIRUS… Goo goo g’ joob!
All the loaded vials… Vials at the ready…
All the loaded vials stacked up in a row…
They’ll make you die… like pigs in the sty…
I’m crying… I’m crying, I’m crying, I’m crying…
I AM THE VIRUS! Goo goo g’ joob. Goo goo g’ joob g’ goo goo g’ joob…’
(Thanks, John & Paul)
Those are some Mighty tusks ya got there.
Ditto on well.
Uhm, here are two prescient examples:
This is literally named “I am the virus”
And here, some ancient hiphop.
The world we perceive is not objective its subjective.
Most people just see the “collective hive mind” the media version as the conditioning has been installed .
The idea( or though-form) “virus ” has infected their minds, it is real to them.
We all create, our thoughts and feelings manifest as the outer world.
If our (conditioned/ego) mind is master of us we will be inadvertently helping to produce exactly the world the banking cabal pyramid scheme want- one that is an us vs them , dogma and fear based world and that is what is happening for some time .
“The world we perceive is not objective its subjective.”
Existence, reality, exists, objectively. And reality, existence exists no matter what you think about it. Existence is objective and consciousness is that faculty which perceives that which exists. Existence can exist without consciousness but consciousness cannot exist without existence, objective reality, existing first.
Everyone perceives reality the same way, hardwired by sensations combining into percepts automatically via the nervous system. At the same time, what people actually conceptualize and abstract, or if they abstract at all, is controlled by one’s free will. This CAN be subjective.
Citizen You are saying that existence = reality?
Is the same??!!
Existence meaning “to stand out”.
Being awareness/consciousness/reality is.
It does not require existence.
I do not perceive the world of subjective sensory experiences as “reality” (nor do I perceive it the same as you).
Conceptualizing/thinking is not subjective or controlled by ” free will “( haha ) either.
only that objective world leaves by itself maybe and would have really nothing to do with us and our subjective world: it’s all based on our capabilities to access it somehow… So we would care less about that objectivity you point out as a purpose.
our nervous system shows our human machinery systems and if we’ll get over it a bit – then the mechanism of creativity turned in us and plays the game by means of the usage of our nervous system and whatever else we have in us…
we are not perceiving reality same way, but the way the personal level of each of our personal creativity allows us to make a game of. so no sir the auto
9perception via) nervous system grants us a chance to start as a prime machine in readings of the world pictures (of that presumed objectivity) but does not take you on that sweet road of choices in which, depending on you level of creativity, you might be able to be a part of creation pulling some ingredients of reality out of yourself.
that control of free will of yours is nonsense: none is able to control your free will, what they are controlling in us is a will but the free one. so – free will is not subjected to no controls, ever.
So, no Sir those of yours statements are just wrong interpretations of ‘our reality’ deals.
I love Jon Rappoport!
Me too! Be-Jeweled Ovum.
that’s worth everything
what does this have to do with anything
i mean – your sentiments
surely it’s vital in itself…
but wouldn’t please leave alone the author
he cares of your love towards the truth maybe
Bill Gates is definitely wired in a very strange way. Maybe this is his idea of revenge for those pies in the face.
I think he deserves the lethal injection. Bring on the midazolam. I hear Hancock still has plenty stockpiled.
Personally, I believe bill gates should indeed, not be killed. I know, it sounds cruel. But I’m a funny guy (at least, I hope so). So instead, I would like him to continue reading the programmed script he is bound to read (or else) thanks to him having souled out.
That way, you can for instance, diminish, quite slowly and in near mythical proportion even the potential for the supposed power, control and degeneration he so chose to perpetuate.
Like when you got PI in your face, and you can’t quite do the math, eternally.
Well I’m just one of Yama’s messengers, so to say.
Gill Bates is not getting off the hook. Just saying what heard the grape wine.
Obviously they don’t have my heart. Nor my soul. I mean, I would not give those things any time at all.
I mean, I have more respect for even the lowliest hobos. As indeed, they are more worthy merely virtue of NOT degenerating so much.
Si Monvmentvm Reqvires Circvmspice.
Which is also why I tend to want to punch televisions. Like when I walk past a television, I can even feel the taint trying to get into my psyche.
Who said anything about letting them win? I bet they are steered, like an ironic mirror.
Wow, sorry about my typing errors. The grape wine is quite effective.
It is difficult for people to find themselves when they are constantly told that the self is evil. This requires people to apologize if they want to acknowledge and assert themselves. As in “I don’t want to sound selfish, but…”
And you can thank the Christians for assigning everyone an unearned and and unchangeable guilt just for existing.
The opening of “the bible” indicts abrahamism and freemasonry. If you do not notice, bablyon I guess, is your destination.
could you explain this more?
for foreigners, please?
the bablyon part, specifically
HE WHO TENDS
TO TENDER BLOSSOMS
The greatest thing about getting old is, IMO, ya don’t give a F@#$ for just about anything.
Now you still Care, but each day’s Energy, sometimes proves wanting. So I don’t dole it out to “The Cold Ones,” of recently-spoken, Lore & Legend.
Recently, about 5 minutes ago, I took a trip. And I didn’t even leave the house!
I went down to the local coffee shoppe & had me a drink of The Joe.
All of a sudden, these two boys start joshing me (joshing ?, is that even a word).
Anywho. So these two little bastards are really going at me. It appears that I left the house wearing two different-colored socks.
They’re pointing at them, belly-laughing, riffing how in the world I could do such a thing.
So after I wiped a few well-earned tears away, I thought to MySelf “Fuck these little douchebags. I’m goin’ at em’ & hard. No quarter from me.”
Hears what ensued:
Boy 1: Hey Mister, what’s with the socks?
Me: What do you mean?
Boy 2: They’re two different colors!
B1: Yeah r e a l l y!
B2: Take a look! You freakin’ pile of geezer dust.
M: Boys… Is that really necessary!?!
M: OK, you win.
Ya see, now THAT’S how you do it.
You can thank me later.
RIVERS OF SOUL:
was a Navajo WWII Warrior.
He was captured & tortured by the Nazis. His feet were nailed to the floor.
While in prison camp & in ill-health, fading in/out of consciousness, he remembered a regular-Army, German soldier coming into his cell each day & forcing maggots down his throat. In his weakened state, it was very difficult for him to resist.
He hated the soldier & dreamed of revenge.
He bore a life of suffering, in youth, & during/after the War.
He returned from the War, paraplegic.
He found himself sans foundation.
His Tribe, had a ritual:
“Calling Back Your Spirit”
The Elders gave him a choice. Rot in a hospital or do their Ancient Medicine.
He chose the latter.
The Elders tossed him into a freezing River & demanded he-himself, call-back, his own-self.
some Paintings Titles:
~ Monster Slayer
~ Fire of Creation
~ Sacred Sun, Sacred Moon
~ Dreams Of Beginnings
It turned out, the German soldier felt compassion for David & decided to help him.
He could not steal food, due to a severe lack of extra food & not wanting to be caught “sympathizing with the enemy.”
This German, did what he could do. The protein granted David survival.
“In my experiences
as a German prisoner of war,
I learned much
about the inhumanity
of man to man,
& also much about love,
sharing & attempts to reach out.”
~ Chethlahe (Navajo, for: Little-Turtle-Who-Cries-in-the-Night)