The blockbuster movie called Reality

by Jon Rappoport

June 28, 2021

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There is always a certain amount of whining and remorse as one enters the theater to see the movie called Reality.

“Is this a good idea?” “Why did I buy the ticket?”

But you can already feel a merging sensation. The electromagnetic fields humming in the theater, even before the movie starts, are drawing you in.

Your perception of x dimensions is narrowing down to three.

You take your seat. You look at the note you’ve written to yourself, and you read it again:

“Don’t forget where you came from. Don’t forget this is just a movie. Don’t fall asleep. The serial time in the movie is an artifact. The binding feeling of sentimental sympathy is a trance-induction. It’s the glue that holds the movie fixed in your mind.”

“The movie will induce nostalgia for a past that doesn’t exist. Don’t surrender to it.”

“You’re here to find out why the movie has power.”

“You want to undergo the experience without being trapped in it.”

“The content of the movie will distract you from the fact that it is a construct.”

The lights dim.

On the big screen, against a gray background, the large blue word REALITY slowly forms.

Suddenly, you’re looking at a huge pasture filled with flowers. The sky is a shocking blue. You can feel a breeze on your arms and face.

You think, “This is a hypnotic weapon.”

Now, the pasture fades away and you’re standing on an empty city street at night. It’s drizzling. You hear sirens in the distance. A disheveled beggar approaches you and holds out his trembling hand.

He waits, then moves on.

You look at the wet shining pavement and snap your fingers, to change it into a lawn. Nothing happens.

You’re shocked.

You wave your hand at a building. It doesn’t disappear.

Incredible.

You reach into your pocket and feel a wallet. You walk over to a streetlight and open it. There’s your picture on a plastic ID card. Your name is under the picture, followed by a number code. On the reverse side of the card, below a plastic strip, is a thumbprint.

There are other cards in the wallet, and a small amount of paper money. You look at the ID card again. There’s an address.

Though it seems impossible, you remember the address. In your mind’s eye, you see a small cottage at the edge of an industrial town. There’s a pickup parked in the driveway.

It’s your truck. You know it. But how can that be?

You walk toward larger buildings in the distance.

Three men in uniforms turn a corner and come up to you. Behind them emerges a short man in a business suit. He nods at you and holds out his hand.

You know what he wants. You pull out your wallet and give it to him. He looks at the ID card, at you, at the card again.

“You were reported missing,” he says.

“Missing from what?” you say.

“Your home. Your job. What are doing here? Are you all right?”

“I’m fine,” you say. “I was…taking a short trip. I’m just out for some air.”

“In this part of the city?” he says. “That’s not smart. We’ll take you home. Our car is right over there.”

One car sits on a side street. In large red letters printed on the trunk is the word Concern.

You walk with the men to the car.

Waves you’ve never felt before are emanating from it.

Mentally, you try to back up from them. You feel a haze settle over you.

In the haze dance little creatures.

You look at the short man in the suit. He’s smiling at you.

Suddenly, his smile is transcendent. It’s so reassuring, tears fill your eyes.

You’re thinking, “They built this so I would be lost, and then they found me. I’m supposed to be rescued. I’ve never experienced being rescued before. I never knew what it meant.”

You hear faint music.

It grows louder. As you near the car, you realize you’re listening to a chorus and an orchestra. The rising theme is Victory.

One of the uniformed men opens the car door.

You nod at him.

“My pleasure, sir,” he says.

The music fades away.

The scene shifts.

You’re standing next to the pickup in your driveway alongside your cottage.

You’re home.

Think, you tell yourself. What’s going on?

Now, as you walk into your cottage and instantly remember the rooms and the objects in these rooms, the sensation of Familiarity, slightly out of phase, grows stronger.

You realize you’re supposed to feel tremendous relief. This is what’s expected of you.

It’s expected of everyone. They live with one another through the touchstone of the Familiar. They share it like bread.

They keep coming back to it. The Familiar is a sacrament.

It’s built in. It’s invented through…it’s stamped on every object in this space…

…In order to suggest you’ve been here before. To suggest you belong here.

You see pure space that…

Has been placed here. For you.

And at that moment, there is a small explosion behind your head.

And you’re sitting in the theater again.

The movie is playing on the screen. All around you, in the seats, people are sitting with their eyes closed.

You feel a tap on your shoulder. You turn. It’s an usher.

“Sir,” he says. “Please follow me.”

He leads you up the aisle into the lobby, which is empty.

An office door opens and a young woman steps out. She strides briskly over to you.

“You woke up and came back,” she says. She gives you a tight smile. “So we’re refunding your money. It’s our policy.”

She drops a check in your hand.

“What happened in there?” you say. “What happened?”

She shrugs.

“Only you would know that. You must have done something to interrupt the transmission.”

“And the rest of those people?”

She looks at her watch. “They’re probably into their second year by now. The second year is typically a time of conflict. They rebel. Well, some of them do. They rearrange systems. They replace leaders. They promote new ideals.”

“I had such a strong feeling I’d been there before.”

She smiles. “Apparently it wasn’t strong enough. You’re back here.”

“How do you do it?” you say.

“I’m sorry,” she says. “That’s proprietary information. Did you meet your family?”

“No,” you say. “But I was in a cottage. It was…home.”

She nods.

“If you hadn’t escaped, you would have been subjected to much stronger bioelectric bonding pulses. Do you have a family here?”

You start to answer and realize you don’t know.

She looks into your eyes.

“Go out to the street,” she says. “Walk around. Take a nice long walk for an hour. You’ll reorient. It’ll come back to you.”

“Why do you do it?” you say.

“Do what?”

“Sell this trip.”

“Oh,” she says. “Why does a travel agent book a vacation for a client? We’re in that business.”

You turn toward the exit. The sun is shining outside. People are walking past the doors.

You take a deep breath and leave the theater.

The street is surging with crowds. The noise is thunderous.

You notice you’re carrying a rolled up sheet of paper in your hand.

You open it.

It’s a non-disclosure agreement.

“If you return from your movie experience, you will not reveal or discuss, under penalty of law, anything about its nature, substance, or duration…”

You look at the sheet of paper, make up your mind, and it bursts into flames.


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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.

24 comments on “The blockbuster movie called Reality

  1. Need A Ladder says:

    Reality went out of business soon after Blockbuster.

  2. Opie Poik says:

    Our normal expectations about reality are created by a social consensus. We are taught how to see and understand the world. The trick of socialization is to convince us that the descriptions we agree upon define the limits of the real world. What we call reality is only one way of seeing the world, a way that is supported by social consensus.
    ~ Carlos Castaneda

    The average man seeks certainty in the eyes of the onlooker and calls that self-confidence. The warrior seeks impeccability in his own eyes and calls that humbleness. The average man is hooked to his fellow men, while the warrior is hooked only to infinity.
    ~ Carlos Castaneda

    • Andrew R McKim says:

      Thank you.

    • Jim S Smith says:

      This is also the case of the fraud called: “civilization”.

      I was a bit “iffy” about Carlos Castaneda, but he DID have some very interesting things to say about the “reality-construct”, and how WE – as spiritual beings – actually have the innate power to “re-make” our reality.

      “Imagination” IS a very powerful capability – enough so, that those who seek to control all of us despise it, virulently.

  3. Opie Poik says:

    The conditions of a solitary bird are five:
    The first, that it flies to the highest point;
    The second, that it does not suffer for company,
    not even of its own kind;
    The third, that it aims its beak to the skies;
    The fourth, that it does not have a definite color;
    The fifth, that it sings very softly.
    –San Juan de la Cruz, Dichos de Luz y Amor (Sayings of Light and Love)
    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
    You talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts;
    And when you can no longer dwell in the solitude of your heart you live in your lips, and sound is a diversion and a pastime.
    And in much of your talking, thinking is half murdered.
    For thought is a bird of space, that in a cage of words may indeed unfold its wings but cannot fly.

    There are those among you who seek the talkative through fear of being alone.
    The silence of aloneness reveals to their eyes their naked selves and they would escape.
    And there are those who talk, and without knowledge or forethought reveal a truth which they themselves do not understand.
    And there are those who have the truth within them, but they tell it not in words.
    In the bosom of such as these the spirit dwells in rhythmic silence.
    ~ Kahlil Gibran, “On Talking” from The Prophet

  4. Apolline says:

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  5. Paul says:

    “Think,
    you tell yourself.
    What’s going on?”
    ~

    “The scene shifts.”

    “Don’t forget
    where you came from.
    Don’t forget this is just a movie.
    Don’t fall asleep.”

    “Don’t surrender to it.”

    “You want
    to undergo the experience
    without
    being trapped in it.”

    “You think,
    “This
    is a hypnotic weapon.”
    ~

    “You reach into your pocket and feel a wallet.”

    “You’re here
    to find out
    why
    the movie has power.”
    ~

    “You’re shocked.”

    [Along misty streets &
    through bricked blocks.]
    ~

    “There are other cards
    in the wallet…”

    “It’s your truck.
    You [now] know it.”

    [Must pass past The Familiar.]

    New stones to be laid,
    to create
    & divert
    already-fashioned,
    bread-crumbed
    paths.
    That go nowhere.

    [He looks at his watch…]

    “You see pure space that…

    Has been placed here.
    For you.”
    ~

    “You feel a tap on your shoulder.”

  6. stephen langley says:

    Brilliantly beautiful. Is this not how it is ? What we call “Reality” is in fact its shadow, “Maya”, the alluring illusion.

    …but why do we succomb to the script ? …I can only speak of my own experience: I am afraid of my own (ultimate) power.

    The ego (individuated limited consciousness), is the many headed hydra that seeks to perpetrate itself. Easy prey for the current misguided psychopathocrats who seek their own unlimited personal power by lording over all others rather than humbly effacing their own egos… the only Real path to personal-universal power (which is always in service to others). That is why they do what they do !?

    Nevertheless, the only way out is through. Here in duality-illusion, stories, books & movies have the power to bind or liberate. What a great plot/script your insightfully imaginative piece would make for the latter… especially in movie form; to actually suggest the way out, unlike previous narratives like The Truman Show (and others) that stop short of any solutions that would create new paradigms for one and all. Cheers.

  7. Kat says:

    Jon…thank You

  8. Dr. E. Black says:

    I call it a “Bineural Prison”

  9. barbara powers says:

    Beautiful, thank you.

  10. Lisa Franklin says:

    Life is very strange now. Surreal. I don’t live in consensus reality any more. I talk to people but they live in a completely different world to me.

    They live in a world where so called authorities ‘have our best interests at heart.’ I live in a world where they are waging a silent, psychological war on humanity.

    • Eluard says:

      Lisa,

      What if you–We–didn’t live even in that reality anymore, where we were the victims, targets or combatants in a war against those “authorities.”

      Isn’t that too, a part of “the movie”? Is Jon not hinting at greater vistas, more expansive visions of Reality and how we could attain them?

    • Opie Poik says:

      And they probably engage in what Orwell termed “duckspeak” in “1984’s pared down new language, “Newspeak”:

      In the appendix to 1984, Orwell explains: “Ultimately it was hoped to make articulate speech issue from the larynx without involving the higher brain centres at all.”

      Actual definition from the “1984” Newspeak appendix:
      duckspeak – (To quack like a duck). To speak without thinking. Can be either good or
      bad, depending on who is speaking, and whether or not they are on your side.

    • Marten says:

      I like your post and this one “You can’t put a price on being able to live with Yourself”

    • Jimmy says:

      I, like many others, feel the same way, Lisa.

      Stay strong.

  11. Roundball Shaman says:

    “There is always a certain amount of whining and remorse as one enters the theater to see the movie called Reality.”

    The ‘movie called Reality’ is the most interesting movie of all. It makes all other ‘movies’ look like silly jokes. Why? Because in the movie called Reality… each one of us is the sole…
    Writer,
    Director,
    Producer, and
    Audience Member

    of our OWN MOVIE. We create it, fund it, act in it, move scenery around, choose our movie snacks, and sit back and enjoy it (or not). We do it ALL.

    Many of us think we don’t do any of these things. These people think that someone else is the Writer, Director, Producer, and Audience Member of a movie being performed and foisted upon them. But they would be very wrong. Instead, they are fooling themselves by creating yet another movie that tells them these erroneous ideas.

    Each of us has been gifted the greatest of gifts. We get to write, star in, change, re-write, cut out scenes, add new ones, and sit back and enjoy the movie that we create every waking (and sleeping) moment. There could hardly be a greater gift.

    You don’t like the ‘movie’ you’re in? Change it. YOU are the writer and director. You don’t like the setting for the movie? Change it. MOVE. You don’t like the side characters in your movie? GET SOME NEW ONES. You hire and fire the ‘cast’. Do a better job of this and you get a better movie. And a better movie-viewing experience.

    Every day you witness the greatest movie ever made – yours. You don’t get to write anyone else’s movie and they don’t get to write yours. But you can sit down together and compare scripts if you want. Nothing wrong with that.

    The Universe is the Theater. You are the Movie. You have an unlimited budget of ideas and outcomes. What is our job then? GET TO IT AND WRITE A GOOD MOVIE FOR YOURSELF.

  12. Jim S Smith says:

    I used to write my own guided-meditation scripts. THIS story definitely fits the bill nicely!

    Whereas “words” pale and are very inefficient at conveying the true depths of human experience and feeling, imagery is a very powerful communicator. This also be why the realm of dreams is consistently-stated to be: “A language of images and feeling.”

    Images are the “language of dreams and of spirit”.

  13. Amanda says:

    As we all know, Covid is nothing but a MASSIVE HOAX!! Or as Dr. Yeadon and others have said, a PCR false positive pseudopandemic!
    Lisbon court rules only 0.9% of ‘verified cases’ died of COVID, numbering 152, not 17,000 claimed https://americasfrontlinedoctors.org/frontlinenews/lisbon-court-rules-only-0-9-of-verified-cases-died-of-covid-numbering-152-not-17000-claimed/ “According to the ruling, the number of verified COVID-19 deaths from January 2020 to April 2021 is only 152, not about 17,000 as claimed by government ministries.
    All the “others” died for various reasons, although their PCR test was positive.
    “We live in a fraud of unprecedented dimensions,” wrote Dias.
    “All those responsible for handling data from ‘cases’ and ‘deaths’ can, thereafter, only be tried for the crime if there is any dignity remaining in the rule of law,” he continued.
    “If these figures are of the same order of magnitude for other countries as well, and there is no reason to assume otherwise, then the plague is a deception of unprecedented proportions and crimes committed against humanity on a huge scale have been committed here.”

    Exclusive Interview With Dr. André Dias, At Center Of Portugal FOIA Court Case Confirming Covid Statistical Fraud: “They Replied To All: “We Have Nothing” “Fraud Laid Bare: The Emperor Has No Clothes; The EU Has Full Totalitarian Reign
    https://celiafarber.substack.com/p/exclusive-interview-with-dr-andre
    I focused on the 152 deaths, but the court also formalized that the ministry has no data or references about the existence of the virus, danger, causes of disease, if vaccines are safe… The petition had many more questions asking for scientific evidence of all those crucial questions and they replied to all: “We have nothing.” That in itself would be more than enough for courts to dismiss all the restrictions as unconstitutional, but not a single actor in place of power has tried to question the government further.

    Please share!

  14. Paul says:

    ANOTHER’S THEATRE
    OF INVITATION

    He awoke from Night’s sleep:

    He sat in the outdoor theatre
    of both his humble home & Mind.
    The night was cool, moist
    & dark.
    The crickets crooned their soft Summer song of reassurance.
    He looked toward Sky & found Moon was aglow, just past full, now moving toward New.
    A few clouds, drifted & passed Moon’s lighted shadow.
    His Horizon was not far away.

    HE HELD THIS PIECE
    AS TOUCHSTONE
    WITHIN HEART & MIND.

    HE VOWED ITS CALL.

    He went back inside his home.

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