Disrupting the story line of the mechanical mind

Piero della Francesca, Antoni Gaudi, and Salvador Dali

by Jon Rappoport

July 30, 2021

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What city is this
Whose moments tremble
Azure sky and lime lights
Walking in the intersections
Through the squares of paradise

People are solidly addicted to story line. Beginning, middle, end. They want to have it, over and over, in different guises.

The ultimate payoff of that addiction? There is none. Except the need for more.

Propaganda, media, announced government policy, education, religious messages, hundreds of medical treatments—the underlying theme is polished story line. Wrapped up and sold. When the wrong ending looms like a thundercloud, an order to goes out to hide it or lie about it.

When a relentlessly creative individual disrupts story lines, an unlimited number of universes opens up. And every one of them causes tremors in the addict.

“Don’t do that. I don’t understand what you’re doing. Stop. It makes no sense. You’re crazy. Where is the ending? Civilization is going to fall into the sea. What is your message? I can’t find it. Boil down what you’re saying. God will punish you.”

The addict feels his mind is cracking. He runs screaming in the night looking for his next fix.

For example, the open and basically endless poetry of Pablo Neruda, Walt Whitman, William Carlos Williams, and Arthur Rimbaud can have that effect.

So many new worlds moving through the old one.

Why does a story have to have a recognizable plot and a tuned-up climax? Same question: Why does a person need to inject heroin?

Look at Piero della Francesca’s 1464 fresco, Legend of the True Cross—perhaps the greatest painting of the Renaissance. In a series of episodic panels, it traces the mythical history of the wooden cross on which Jesus was crucified. However, there are a number of puzzling “non-linear” representations in Piero’s work, the most famous of which is the panel titled, King Solomon Receiving the Queen of Sheba. What does that meeting have to do with the purported journey of the timber on which Jesus hung?

The Roman Church would claim it is symbolic of an archetypal super-event called The Arrival, and refers to the birth of the Messiah or his later entrance into public life as a teacher; or Sheba had precognitive knowledge of the tree whose wood would be used to make the cross. That’s an extraordinary stretch, to say the least. But it’s typical of a strategy down through the ages: when a promoted story line breaks down, invent a way of claiming it’s still coherent.

Buttress conventional story at all costs.

Mechanical minds will always reduce events, data, history, science, etc., to manageable stories.

Oceanic artists go the other way: they proliferate their work beyond any mechanical limit or summarized interpretation.

Why does that matter? Because, for these artists and their committed audiences, routine day-to-day experience is cracked open like an egg, out of which emerge vital energies of concealed dimensions. Life becomes LIFE.

When I was 21, a friend showed me photos of the architectural productions of the Spanish genius, Antoni Gaudi, scattered throughout Barcelona. My first reaction was, these buildings came from another planet. My second reaction: how was he allowed to build these structures?

Gaudi was a technical innovator of the first order. He developed forms and methods of construction that surpassed the engineering rationale of the great cathedrals of Europe. At the same time, he confounded old ideas of space. The experience of seeing or standing in one of his buildings yielded up the sensation of living in a DIFFERENT KIND OF CONTINUUM.

That new continuum disrupts the story line of consciousness by proliferating a new narrative that has no convenient ending. The old way of seeing has been given a bath in some mysterious dynamo and is vitalized.

Habitual categories and compartments of perception have dissolved.

Who would have known this was possible, unless Gaudi (1852-1926) had lived?

Our world, contrary to all consensus, is meant to be revolutionized by art, by imagination, right down to its core.

That this has not happened is no sign that the process is irrelevant. It is only a testament to the collective resistance.

Who knows how many such revolutions have been shunted aside and rejected, in favor of the consensus-shape we now think of as central and eternal?

We are living in a default structure, the one that has been left over after all the prior revolutions have been put to sleep.

Occasionally, an artist will take on the role of actor and performer, in order to deal with the denizens and mental dwarves of ministries of truth. Over the past hundred years, it would be hard to find an artist who carried out such a program with more skill and verve than Salvador Dali.

Let’s start here. To absorb a work of imagination, one has to use his own imagination.

Since this is considered unlikely, pundits earnestly help us with step-down contexts, so we can understand the work in pedestrian terms. In other words, so we can reduce it to nothing.

Salvador Dali was not content to allow this to happen.

The critics would have declared Dali a minor lunatic if he hadn’t possessed such formidable classical painting skills.

He placed his repeating images (the notorious melting watch, the face and body of his wife, the ornate and fierce skeletal structures of unknown creatures) on the canvas as if they had as much right to be there as any familiar object.

This was quite troubling to many people. If an immense jawbone that was also a rib or a forked femur could rival a perfectly rendered lamp or couch or book (on the same canvas), where were all the accoutrements and assurances of modern comfortable living?

Where was the pleasantly mesmerizing effect of a predictable existence?

Where was a protective class structure that depended on nothing more than money and cultural slogans?

Dali invented vast comedies on canvas. But the overall joke turned, as the viewer’s eye moved, into a nightmare, into an entrancing interlude of music, a memory of something that had never happened, a gang of genies coming out of corked bottles. A bewildering mix of attitudes sprang out from the paintings.

What was the man doing? Was he mocking the audience? Was he simply showing off? Was he inventing waking dreams? Was he, God forbid, actually imagining something entirely new that resisted classification?

Words failed viewers and critics and colleagues and enemies.

But they didn’t fail Dali. He took every occasion to explain his work. However, his explications were handed out in a way that made it plain he was telling tall tales—interesting, hilarious, and preposterous tall tales.

Every interview and press conference he gave, gave birth to more attacks on him. Was he inviting scorn? Was he really above it all? Was he toying with the press like some perverse Olympian?

Critics flocked to make him persona non grata, but what was the persona they were exiling? They had no idea then, and they have no idea now.

It comes back to this: when you invent something truly novel, you know that you are going to stir the forces trapped within others that aspire to do the very same thing. You know that others are going to begin by denying that anything truly NEW even exists. That DOES make the situation a comedy (among other things), whether you want to admit it or not.

It is possible that every statement ever uttered in public by Dali was a lie. A fabrication. An invention dedicated to constructing a massive (and contradictory) persona.

Commentators who try to take on Dali’s life usually center on the early death of his young brother as the core explanation for Dali’s “basic confusion”—which resulted in his bizarre approach to his own fame.

However, these days, with good reason, we might more correctly say Dali was playing the media on his own terms, after realizing that no reporter wanted the real Dali (whatever that might mean)—some fiction was being asked for, and the artist was merely being accommodating.

He was creating a self (or selves) that matched his paintings.

It is generally acknowledged that no artist of the 20th century was superior to Dali in the ability to render realistic detail.

But of course Dali’s work was not about realism.

The most complex paintings—see, for example, Christopher Columbus Discovering America and The Hallucinogenic Toreador—brilliantly orchestrated the interpenetration of various solidities/realities, more or less occupying the same space.

At some point in his career, Dali saw (decided) there was no limit to what he could assemble in the same space—and there was no limit to the number of spaces he could corral into the same canvas. A painting could become a science-fiction novel reaching into several pasts and futures. The protagonist (the viewer) could find himself in such a simultaneity.

Critics have attacked the paintings relentlessly. They are offended at Dali’s skill, which matches the best work of the meticulous Dutch Renaissance masters.

They hate the dissonance. They resent Dali’s mordant wit and rankle at the idea that Dali could carry out monstrous jokes in such fierce extended detail.

But above all, the sheer imagination harpoons the critics. How dare a painter turn reality upside down so blatantly, while rubbing their faces in it.

The cherry on the cake was: for every attack the critics launched at Dali the man (they really had no idea who he was), Dali would come back at them with yet another elaborate piece of fiction about himself. It was unfair. The scholars were “devoted to the truth.” The painter was free to invent himself over and over as many times as he fancied.

Dali was holding up a mirror. He was saying, “You people are like me. We’re all doing fiction. I’m much better at it. In the process, I get at a much deeper truth.”

Dali was the hallucinogenic toreador. He was holding off and skirting the bull (shit) rushes of the critics and the historians. They charged at him. He moved with his cape—and stepped out of the way.

The principles of organized society dictate that a person must be who he is, even if that is a cartoon of a cartoon. A person must be one recognizable caricature forever, must be IDed, must have one basic function. Must—as a civilization goes down the trail of decline—be watched and recorded and profiled.

When a person shows up who is many different things, who can invent himself at the drop of hat, who seems to stand in 14 different places at the same time, the Order trembles.

(Fake) reality declares: what you said yesterday must synchronize absolutely with what you say today.

This rule (“being the only thing you are”) guarantees that human beings will resonate with the premise that we all live and think and work in one continuum of space and time. One. Only one. Forever. The biggest joke of all. The big lie.

Whatever he was, however despicable he may have been in certain respects, Dali broke that egg. Broke the cardinal rule.

He reveled in doing it. He made people wait for an answer about himself, and the answer never came. Instead, he gave them a hundred answers, improvised like odd-shaped and meticulous reveries.

He threw people back on their own resources, and those resources proved to be severely limited.

How harsh for conventional critics to discover that nothing in Dali’s education produced an explanation for his ability to render an object so perfectly on the canvas. It was almost as if, deciding that he would present competing circumstances inside one painting, he perversely ENABLED himself to do the job with exacting skill, “making subversive photographs come to life.”

That was too much.

But there the paintings are.

Imagination realized.

Like it or not, Dali paved the way for many others. He opened doors and windows.

And the pressure has been building. The growing failure of major institutions (organized religion, psychology, education, government) to keep the cork in the bottle signals a prison break in progress.

The pot is boiling. People want out. Even if they don’t know where out is.

Somewhere along the line we have to give the green light to our own creative force. That is the first great day. That’s the dawn of no coerced boundaries. Everything we’ve been taught tells us that a life lived entirely from creative power is impossible. We don’t have it within us. We should maintain silence and propriety in the face of greater official power and wisdom. We must abide by the rules. We must, at best, “surrender to the universe.”

But what if, when we come around the far turn, we see that the universe is us? Is simply one part of imagination? Is a twinkling rendition we installed to keep us titillated with dreams that would forever drift out of reach? What if it turns out that we are the perverse ones and a Dali is quite normal?

What if we pop out of the fences of this culture and this continuum and this tired movie called Planet Earth?


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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.

37 comments on “Disrupting the story line of the mechanical mind

  1. Michael Baird says:

    You never cease to amaze me so eloquent! Health mike

  2. Greg C. says:

    Fighting mendacity with facts is not enough. Facts are building blocks when what we need is metaphorical dynamite. We need media that explodes and destroys conventional belief systems. Satire and memes when done right is effective. Civil disobedience should not be done as a serious protest but as an act of subversion against their earnestness. For example, the recent parties in the halls of congress by staffers playing beer pong and smoking cigars, ignoring the mask mandates. We need that times 100, times 10,000. That will destroy their power. Fuck with their minds, don’t argue with them.

    • vakzine machst frei says:

      Communism fell because it was sabotaged from inside. Now, 90% of sheep believe everything they are being told. If the neuralink and starlink are completed it is game over.

  3. Paul Soucy says:

    Amazing flow of disrupting analysis in this article. I especially liked the views akin to Dali’s on the getting out scheme of the fake reality. Thank Jon, and keep up the great work! You are an inspiration.

  4. Isabel Gonçalves says:

    Could anyone please tell who wrote the verses Jon Rappoport mentions at the top of the article? Thank you in advance.

  5. Hillary Adrian Han says:

    Brilliant!

    Most authentically true:

    “When a person shows up who is many different things, who can invent himself at the drop of hat, who seems to stand in 14 different places at the same time, the Order trembles.

    (Fake) reality declares: what you said yesterday must synchronize absolutely with what you say today.

    This rule (“being the only thing you are”) guarantees that human beings will resonate with the premise that we all live and think and work in one continuum of space and time. One. Only one. Forever. The biggest joke of all. The big lie.”

    Thank You

    • brooks O'Bryant says:

      ghandi said “God is absolute truth. I am human i only understand relative truth. so my understanding of truth can change from day to day. and my commitment must be to truth rather than consistency” this is what i live by

  6. Arthur Dubuc says:

    I loved Dali’s thought that we are all fiction in the default to each other but that he was more proficient at expressing it.

    That stream of thought defines the One perfectly and why we all wield the same power which creates our realities in some way as we live our individual lives.

    He just realized and, lived it.

  7. M Brenner says:

    The ultimate pay out of every addiction:

    “Is it too much to ask?! I don’t want much… I only want more”

  8. NaturalGal says:

    Jon, you are a gem. I’ve looked forward to reading your work for many years now.

    Would like to add a little comment about my time in art. Even in grad school level courses, many students did far-out stuff thinking they were making break-throughs. But in reality they were covering up for their weakness. They had no talent and were hiding that fact. I maintain that first one must learn to draw and paint, to be able to make the hand respond well to what you are representing, before you go beyond into creative new realms. Truly great paintings of all kinds are createded on this foundation.

  9. Eluard says:

    “All isms are Wasms.”

    Abbie Hoffman

    There must be some way out of here
    Said the joker to the thief
    There’s too much confusion
    I can’t get no relief

    Bob Dylan

    They gathered rain in a day of shattered sunlight
    now they’ll patrol deserts looking for a single flower
    that they always possessed
    that always held them in its thrall

    Eluard

  10. Jim S Smith says:

    I love the thought of “creating our OWN Alice in Wonderland”-type adventures.

    Going down rabbit holes, and exploring every tunnel and switch-back is what makes such a journey, and “adventure”; Not knowing what we may find around the next corner or turn.

    “Society” and “civilization” are concepts about adherence to someone else’s dogma, and never straying outside the proverbial “fence” that contains all within.

    A wild, unchained imagination – is also the breeding ground for Freedom and Liberty!

  11. ReluctantWarrior says:

    “The story so far:
    In the beginning the Universe was created.
    This has made a lot of people very angry and been widely regarded as a bad move.”
    ― Douglas Adams,

    • Greg C. says:

      Ah, but if the universe was never created? There’s the ultimate oceanic idea – no beginning, and no end. Unable to fit into any writer’s story.

  12. Tim says:

    “We’ve taken care of everything
    The words you hear
    The songs you sing
    The pictures that
    Give pleasure to your eyes.

    It’s one for all
    And all for one
    We work together common sons
    Never need to wonder
    How or why.

    We are the Priests
    Of the Temples of Syrinx
    Our great computers
    Fill the hallowed halls.
    We are the Priests
    Of the Temples of Syrinx
    All the gifts of life
    Are held within our walls.

    Look around this world we made
    Equality our stock in trade
    Come and join
    The Brotherhood of Man
    Oh what a nice contented world
    Let the banners be unfurled
    Hold the Red Star proudly
    High in hand.

    We are the Priests
    Of the Temples of Syrinx
    Our great computers
    Fill the hallowed halls.
    We are the Priests
    Of the Temples of Syrinx
    All the gifts of life
    Are held within our walls.”

    Neil Peart(Rush; 2112)(1976)

    ps; I’m not an “objectivist”. I am UNIVERSAL.

  13. Opie Poik says:

    So the enemy of innovation is The Persistence of Memory. Melt those watches to unlock the prison of time.

    Thanks so much for alerting me to the existence of that Catalan architect, Gaudi, Mr. Rappoport.

  14. Walkintherain says:

    “Dali was the hallucinogenic toreador. He was holding off and skirting the bull (shit) rushes of the critics and the historians. They charged at him. He moved with his cape—and stepped out of the way.”

    Thank you for this eloquent,third-eye-opening array. My brain can’t do the math but I loved reading this. And I love Dali’s and Gaudi’s art.

    I wonder if critics of the day were paid to dismiss Dali’s canvases? Critics so often misdirect with misunderstanding so profound they seem not to have read or watched or studied what they critique.

  15. vakzine machst frei says:

    After you see it, you cannot unsee it.

    Cattle Official Vaccination ID

  16. brooks O'Bryant says:

    I have read your work for many many yrs and I happen to have a artist’s proof of Dali’s don Quixote sitting here near my computer. I have an art degree and I believe you are so spot on, and that i had never considered what you have just revealed in this article until NOW! bravo mr rapapport as you have excited me to the point of returning to painting once again and I commend you for your straight forward contemplation of events we all go through. Bravo well said !

  17. Michael Burns says:

    “[…] “non-linear” representations in Piero’s work […]”

    Ridiculous.
    I get tired of you taking shots at Catholicism but I never hear you doing the same for Jews.

    Do you know why Rabbis are never outed for being pedophiles and there are just as many…

    You underrate the great artist; whose visual inventions changed the ideas of what a painting could be.

    This is a great novel; and an epic poem; a piece of music so complete that it would stop time.

    If “we” teleport ourselves back to his time, we understand he was an Oliver Stone like director – obsessed by the learning the truth, the truth of what was in those days’ medieval television. He understood the power of the medium before McLuhan even existed. People paid money to see the great work. The rich made it part of a bucket list before their fate made them face their measly deaths.

    The observing of these great works was an extreme change in one’s parallax of what was the reality of the 15th century. People traveled for weeks from foreign places to see such magnificence.
    This all would require context and its understanding of which the modern is incapable of gaining. In this plastic world we live in, such things are dead and gone for the average human understanding.

    You being a Jew, you have a dog in the race. Thus, the slight about Catholics…

    “What does that meeting have to do with the purported journey of the [timber] on which Jesus hung?

    Timber?

    But then again, the Talmud is just processed timber into paper.

    It tells a story — an epic story of creation and the unfolding of what happened to the world after the original sin. It talks about Adam and his final understanding and his redeeming of his sin; of why God forbade the fruit from that tree. It speaks to the journey of evil through time…

    The cross is the wood from the tree. The Queen is the Jewish line of evil from the place where Moses first wife came from, and she has met with Solomon the son of David, whose blood also flows through the Christ, who is also the line of David and the righteous King of Israel, not some Roman puppet agreed upon by Jewish aristocracy. And therefore one reason for his crucifixion — adamantly propounded by the Sanhedrin Jews.

    The Queen of Sheba worshiped the wood — it had miraculous powers. Solomon obeying the second commandment had the wood buried as a false idol, until the Sanhedrin exposed that truth of the wood to the Romans who dug it up and crucified Jesus Christ on it. This is important!
    We are talking at the symbolism of politics.

    This work of the great artist is a poem so complete in its versing. The symbols used to tell an allegory to the ignorant of the making of the world that they lived in… it gave reason for their torture under tyrants who typically, are non believers and sell their souls for rock and roll. It spoke closely about the power of symbols of evil. That they are real and believed in, by the enemies of God.

    This is not what you claim as an ‘extraordinary stretch’.

    This the conspiracy theory exposed in full…

    Piero Della Francesca was not stretching, he knew quite well who his audience was, and that the greater sum of those that viewed the work where illiterate and poor, meek and gentle humans who loved God but were not Jews.

    But he also knew that visual intelligence is a natural state requiring no education to understand this, his great novel. Therefore, undoing the idea that one required education to understand the workings of the church and even paintings. Raising the viewer to a new state of understanding the reality of the world. Raising the viewer, uncoercively to a new reality.

    I fail to understand how someone who writes poetry, completely misses the point in the “The legend of the True Cross”. One of the greatest visual poems that have survived that absolute censoring of the real church.

    You have a double standard, or is that a wrong parallax? Too influenced by the Greeks and logic? It is only a tool: logic. One must be willing to take a leap every so often… all this indicates to me that you have an agenda. And I believe it is a political agenda.

    You piss on the narratives of Christians but write new and ever strange languages…

    I don’t get it. Are you an artist?

    Gaudi?

    Again, you speak of a catholic poet, but now it is in the good.

    “[…] given a bath in some mysterious dynamo […]”

    That mystery is his deep faith in God and the serenity it brought him to image such a city of God, which he wanted to create. Strange Gaudi was not an engineer but everything worked as if he knew inherently the making and the mechanics of reality.

    To understand Salvador Dali, one only needs to see his “Christ of Saint John of the Cross”. It is pure narcissism.

    Dali in his later years became more and more possessed by his Catholicism which he wore as a cloak really – put on after the Spanish Civil War. And he painted more and more religious pieces, he saw himself as a Christ figure, and even had a Hollywood type reproduce the scene of Christ of John on the Cross, so he might experience it, raised by some contraption above the ground to view the oblique angle. Dali had felt persecuted all his life and also a megalomania was bound to make a worldly impression. he was a rubber band stretched to it limit and he bore that for decades.
    A devoted communist who admired Hitler and Franco he was the quintessential solipsist and clinical narcissist.

    You might admire his work but, the man was intolerable to be around.

    Dali was the lady Gaga of his generation and when his delusions of reality finally showed him that he had followed the wrong path, religion took a deeper hold over him. It is the final state of criminals, tyrants and mad men.
    Far too many drugs and debauchery, far too many phobias and much, too much ego and the possession of Gala. Poor Gala… but she did have Castell de Púbol.

    One feels bad at laughing at the antics of a lunatic. It is so easy to be individual when you are a lunatic.

    There was a terrible darkness in him…one must look very close to his work.

    • Jeff Carmack says:

      Why isn’t Oliver Stone interested in Epstein?

    • Liv4ever says:

      I take exception to your contention that rabbis are pedophiles. Since you can’t possibly have personal knowledge of everything that goes on behind closed doors you cannot bear witness to these matters. I direct that the jury diseregard.

      You are confused about many other things as well. To wit, Franco was catholic. Gaudi and Dali were patrons of the Catholic Church. In other words all the money that allowed them the freedom to make their art came from the church. Picasso on the other hand fought against fascism.

      Christ was not executed on a cross. For proof one need only realize that it is anatomically impossible. Even the most outstanding Olympic gymnast can’t maintain an iron cross for more than a few minutes. The Roman torture stake was designed to prolong the agony for hours.Instead, Christ was impaled on a simple upright stake or pale.

      I’ll stop here but the let the record reflect that you entertain many more misconceptions.

    • Greg C. says:

      “To understand Salvador Dali, one only needs to see his “Christ of Saint John of the Cross”. It is pure narcissism.”

      Many of Dali’s paintings expressed narcissism because he was exploring that condition (e.g. Metamorphosis of Narcissus). The world of art attracts money and fame granted by narcissists. You could say the same of the Mercedes Benz. Would they exist if it weren’t for the masses who want to be looked at and admired? I doubt it.

      Art criticism should not make any judgment of the person who created the art. It is especially sophomoric to criticize an artist […] because you can stick a brand of religion on them and impute motives from that. Imputing lunacy is even more juvenile.

      Dali had the opposite of normalcy bias. He was a normalcy skeptic. Instead of having a pet poodle, he had a pet anteater. He had a unique mustache. Undoubtedly he was not easy to live with. You could say that about most dedicated artists. But forget the man – he’s dead. His art lives on – calling our attention to our fabricated world that runs on the fuel of narcissism, greed, lust, envy, the desire for control. He was always seeking to escape the matrix – see how his paintings often have “holes” to see beyond the subject, or people with drawers that can be pulled open.

      His art was purposefully disturbing to jar the viewer out of normalcy bias, even for a moment. The desire for normalcy is why we live in a self-imposed matrix. I would say the majority of religious seekers are looking for more normalcy, not less. A moral framework that produces a stable society. Religious ideals that explain the mystery of existence to quell unconscious fears. Peace, prosperity, tranquility – these are good things. But let’s not pretend that nothing else exists behind the façade of well-being. Behind sanity is latent insanity, behind power is hidden weakness, behind weakness is untapped potential. It goes on forever like a rendering of the Mandelbrot set. There is much to explore.

      • Michael Burns says:

        “Many of Dali’s paintings expressed narcissism because he was exploring that condition (e.g. Metamorphosis of Narcissus).”

        No. He ‘was’ thoroughly involved with his own narcissism, youthfully paranoid about it for a while which did force him to explore it’s nature through that paranoia. So much so that he had his rich sponsor and money bags arrange a meeting with Freud so he might understand his affliction further.

        The wasn’t a mirror that Sally didn’t pass — they always stopped him.

        Dali is one of those artist that the elites sponsored in full and made sure their art became important on the global scale. Buffoonery and and a loose canon nature must prevail in the public’s understanding of what artist are…which is quite opposite to what an artist is…

        Elites use art as a means of investment and propaganda.

        “Art criticism should not make any judgment of the person who created the art. It is especially sophomoric to criticize an artist […] because you can stick a brand of religion on them and impute motives from that. Imputing lunacy is even more juvenile.”

        Really?

        Sophomoric?

        Hah…you place artists on such a level and really most of us are pure asshole. Can we include Hitler in that — artists shouldn’t be criticized category, he was a talented fellow. His works some 300 plus have sold for over a hundred thousand dollars. Or how about Egon Shiele he was a pedophile and murdered, as did the great Caravaggio; Banksy graffiti in public spaces; Picasso stole art and it is reported sodomized a dog once, carried a gun and shot a number of men in street brawls in the early days in Paris.

        One of my favorites — an outsider artist named Richard Dadd killed his father in a rage.

        A great number of artists have been pedophiles, should we criticize their carnal perversion.

        “He was always seeking to escape the matrix […]”

        On the contrary he was always front and center of any elite formal gathering, his patron Edward made sure of that, as I say he was the Lady Gaga of his period, the court harlequin, and loved the matrix and his elite status as an important global artist. He was a celebrity that was on the Rolodex and brought to those publicized meeting of the elites.

        “I would say the majority of religious seekers are looking for more normalcy, not less.”

        That’s simply your atheism showing and distaste of Catholicism. Like Jon and most around you have be propagandized to believe priests are pedophiles. That ‘is’ a psyche-op of profound planning and operation. a means of killing faith and dis-empowering the symbol of the cross.

        Faith is what drives religious seekers not normalcy. The faithful know they are living in an unfolding kind of hell and end time.

        Christians learned long ago how to be persecuted.

        Perverse artists have tried as you and Jon do to demote Christianity as meaningless and taught by pedophiles and they, where sponsored in the process, as in “Piss Christ”.
        But one will find that the crucifix is not a dark frozen symbol as say the Nike slash. The cross bears two millennium of salvation. It is more a spirit/mind connection than the actually physical object

        Answer this, “Why do you think Sally Dali embraced and clung so tightly to his Catholicism, to Christianity in the end. After the fire and Gala’s death he signed blanks; felt his muse had abandoned him. He had wanted to be put in a state of suspended animation because of his great fear of death and a judgement. His learning about Thom’s catastrophe theory, threw his world into chaos and drove him further to religion. Would that not signify that he was craving a normalcy bias? Would that not expose that he was a fake? Would that disclose that he was a pretender and driven more b his vane and narcissistic nature that the working of a fine artist?”

  18. Roundball Shaman says:

    “People are solidly addicted to story line. Beginning, middle, end. They want to have it…
    The ultimate payoff of that addiction? There is none… Why does a story have to have a recognizable plot and a tuned-up climax?”

    There is a reason. People ‘need’ and demand the ‘Happy Ending’. They don’t want to invest time and emotion in some ‘life’ drama only to have it end in misery. We want… HAPPY. And why do they want ‘Happy’? Because they don’t create Happy in their own lives and so they need to get it somewhere else. The Outside Fix from a Pusher they wouldn’t need if they tapped their own nature to create real happiness from within. The addicted story is the lazy soul’s guide to faux happiness.

    “Our world, contrary to all consensus, is meant to be revolutionized by art, by imagination, right down to its core.”

    It is a profoundly sad but a masterful ruination of our World by the Sitting Powers as they tirelessly work to turn off people’s innate Imagination. They have been doing this for thousands of years, and will no doubt continue to do this. The losses in what people’s lives could be (and could have been) are immeasurable. A profoundly sad legacy of human tragedy.

    “We are living in a default structure, the one that has been left over after all the prior revolutions have been put to sleep… (Fake) reality declares: what you said yesterday must synchronize absolutely with what you say today… What if we pop out of the fences of this culture and this continuum and this tired movie called Planet Earth?”

    We do that every night when we dream. Sure, some of that is just rehash of the day’s frustrations. But some dreams open up worlds and give us glimpses of our own future.
    When we take down the filthy filter of our usual dulled waking-state mind and allow the Magic in, there is no limit to where we can go.

    Fake reality ‘is’ fake but it is HUMANS who with reverse alchemy make this fakery into the ‘real’. When one buys the lies and falsehoods, they have thus turned The Fake into their reality. Again, an incalculable loss of human potential and unfulfilled dreams.

  19. Victor Borge says:

    Wonderful piece. Please make another physical book. I love your writing, but I struggle to read digitally. Thank you.

  20. Phil says:

    Amazing article! Thank you Jon.

  21. Corinne Coster says:

    I learned a lot today, Thank you!

  22. Liv4ever says:

    Another great on from Jon Rappoport…! Lately I’ve been thinking about a miscalculation of Mr. Global and the great reset. If their aim is to create an army of boot licking, brown nosers left over to buy food, they forgot to imagine what the world will look like and how it will function when the supercomputers can’t analyze human problems. When customer friendliness no longer exists.

  23. Paul says:

    RETRO PRAYER

    IF, for whatever reason, you, or your Loved ones, got-the-shot, you may find succor, in but a Moment.

    Perhaps, some other fantastically good physical remedy, may be offered in the
    future.

    But for Now…

    Mark 16:18

    “They shall take up serpents;
    and if they drink any deadly thing,
    it shall not hurt them;
    they shall lay hands on the sick,
    and they shall recover.”

    THERE IS, POWER IN PRAYER.
    You must believe with All your Heart.

    God Bless.
    Amen.

    • hyden says:

      say that to all the parents with sick dying kids, God only helps some while others suffer. lol god picks and makes choice who it heals. Talk about favouring ones over others. God is a monster.

  24. Benjamin Martin says:

    ‘We are living in a default structure, the one that has been left over after all the prior revolutions have been put to sleep.’

    So succinctly put. And it’s true, the core aspect, the madness, of real genius in so many revered artists is gradually lost through the academies over time owing to the gatekeepers’ slick, methodical parameters, biased ‘canonically based’ judgements, and contrivances that disguise their own jealousy of the very mastery that they claim to preserve.

  25. Bobbi Jo says:

    And material history draws to a close as the new idea of who we am appears…

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