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The vaccine mafia and its jury of thugs: your rulers

The vaccine mafia and its jury of thugs: your rulers

by Jon Rappoport

November 6, 2013

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I’ve written several articles on this subject . As vaccine supporters, enthusiasts, liars, and poisoners keep showing up, I’m sure I’ll write several more.

Here’s the drill. If a parent believes her child has developed autism as the result of a vaccine(s), she must enter the maze of the US government compensation system. Why? Because she can no longer go to court and sue the vaccine manufacturer directly. That’s out.

The manufacturers and the federal government have conspired to erect a wall against those lawsuits, to protect the manufacturers from high-priced judgments.

The government maze the parent enters and suffers through is called the Vaccine Injury Compensation Program (VICP). It’s a nightmare.

http://www.hrsa.gov/vaccinecompensation/index.html

http://vaers.hhs.gov/index

The parent has to prove, to the satisfaction of government vaccine stooges, that her child indeed developed autism, and that the cause was a vaccine.

But you see, autism is a disorder that reads like a complicated menu in a restaurant, because there is no confirmed diagnostic test for it. The menu is a combination of behaviors.

So the parent has to convince a doctor that her child fits into that category, that autism category. If she can’t do it, she loses.

Here is an analogy. You buy a new car in a showroom. You drive it off the lot, and as soon you get it out on the highway, you notice that the brakes don’t work. You’re moving at 65mph and you can’t stop the car.

The traffic ahead of you slows down, and you crash into the back of a truck. You crack a few ribs, suffer a severe concussion, break a leg, and you have permanent nerve damage.

You sue the car manufacturer.

But in court (this is fiction), the manufacturer argues that car crashes lead, in some cases, to a disorder called Automobile Stress Reaction Syndrome (ASRS). In order to win your case, you have to prove you developed ASRS as a result of the crash.

ASRS is defined by a series of behavioral markers. A doctor has examined you and determined you are not a victim of ASRS. Therefore, your case is lost before it begins.

But in court, you say, “I broke my leg and cracked three ribs. I had a concussion. I have nerve damage.”

The judge shakes his head and says, “No dice. The manufacturer is only compelled to pay you compensation if you have ASRS. The suit is dismissed.”

That’s the way the autism compensation game is played. Autism and several other neurological disorders, if diagnosed in your child, could gain you a victory in the government VICP court. Maybe.

But simply pointing out that, after vaccination with substances that contained admitted poisons (mercury, formaldehyde, etc.), your child completely withdrew from the world…that general description means nothing.

If it turns out that what your child is exhibiting doesn’t quite fit into the complex menu of the disorder called autism, you didn’t navigate the maze successfully, so you’re kicked out.

The government says, “There is no proof that vaccines cause autism.” Translation: “not every child who suffers damage from vaccines fits our definition.”

The federal government wants to override the states, which still permit parents to refuse vaccinations for their children on religious, philosophical, and medical grounds.

If the federal government and compliant states win that battle, the circle will be closed. All parents, at the point of a gun, threatened with the potential loss of their children to Child Protective Services, will stand by and watch their children being injected with poisons.

And then when horrendous consequences follow, in the overwhelming number of cases there will be no compensation.

In my article, “Vaccine damage, hidden truth: not on the evening news,” I examine the probable numbers of significant adverse reactions to vaccines in the US. There are no official figures. Barbara Loe Fisher, head of the National Vaccine Information Center, a private group, makes a strong case for at least 120,000 a year, with the distinct possibility of as many as 1.2 million.

So we’re not talking about “a very few cases,” as the government claims.

We’re talking about the massive destruction of lives.

In the most litigious country in the world, you can’t sue a vaccine manufacturer for harm. You can sue everyone else from a garbage collector to a diamond merchant to a football league to an investment broker to a worm farmer to a plastic-bag company, but you can’t sue a vaccine manufacturer. The government won’t let you.

The Matrix Revealed

What is the government doing in the medical business, in the first place? They take your tax money and they fund the largest research facility in the world, the National Institutes of Health. The NIH decides what areas to explore and what areas to ignore.

If a lone doctor in Michigan comes up with a revolutionary treatment for cancer, NIH decides whether to look into it. They decide how to look into it. They decide whether it will threaten the trillion-dollar cancer treatment business. They decide whether to take on a study that, when twisted by their own minions, will discredit the lone doctor.

Government science, like everything else the government does, is political. It steals money from you to make political decisions.

So, when the pharmaceutical companies it favors are facing potential lawsuits from 120,000 or 1.2 million people who have been injured by vaccines, it rules against you. You can’t sue. You can only appeal to the government to compensate you.

Compensate you? The government? For a medical injury? In what universe does that make any sense?

Do you walk, hand in hand, into the office of an airline and ask them to pay you money because your son’s bicycle was defective and he crashed in to a tree?

Do you ask for money from a company that makes applesauce because faulty wiring caused your house to burn down?

Of course, some people say, “We ask the government to compensate us for a vaccine injury because the government’s job is to protect us and help us and make sure we’re all right.”

No, that was your Daddy and your Mommy, when you were young.

And even then…did you ask them for a raise in your allowance because the neighbor’s dog bit you?

Stripping away the “share and care” mask from the government and pharmaceutical companies, this is what we have: they know a tsunami is waiting for Pharma in courtrooms.

Exit From the Matrix

If private citizens are allowed to sue vaccine manufacturers for harm, juries of other private citizens will award billions and billions in damages.

That’s because juries are “stupid and sentimental and can’t understand science and are easily swayed and absolutely don’t deserve to have their voices heard.”

Instead, make people who want compensation appeal their cases before really intelligent medical experts. That’ll show them. Put those citizens into a labyrinth of lies and obfuscations and red tape and, while they and their children are suffering, run them through a psychological meat grinder. Spit them out with a pittance or with nothing.

Yes, that sounds like justice. Yes. That’s the answer.

Concealing the corrupt and failed and harmful and dangerous practice of vaccination, propagandists and media idiots and government spokespeople have drowned the American population, for more than a century, with assurances and demands about “public health.”

Now, at this late date, the illusion sets up this way: “No, it couldn’t be. They couldn’t have been deceiving us all this time. No. Absolutely not. Because if they have been deceiving us all this time with so many lies, what can we believe? Reality Itself would begin to crumble. And we can’t have that.”

Exactly. That’s the game they’re playing. They build it (reality), and you come. Because in their absence and the absence of what they have built, there would be nothing. Unless you…built something yourself. Unless we build something different.

Unless we fight and maintain the right to claim exemptions and opt out of vaccination. Unless millions of people wake up and opt out, and opt for health. Building health.

Not through poisons injected into the body.

Jon Rappoport

The author of two explosive collections, THE MATRIX REVEALED and EXIT FROM THE MATRIX, Jon was a candidate for a US Congressional seat in the 29th District of California. 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 emails at www.nomorefakenews.com

Part 5, How I put The Matrix Revealed together

Part 5, How I put The Matrix Revealed together

by Jon Rappoport

November 5, 2013

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As you read this article, keep in mind words like “resonance,” “harmony,” “entrainment.” In the field of mind control and propaganda, they specifically refer to conditioning.

They refer to ways of getting a target audience to enter a trance.

This trance doesn’t look like sleep. It looks like collective consensus.

The consensus is achieved by transmitting words and even frequencies that cause the brain to “vibrate” in tune with a message.

Here’s a piece from an unpublished article of mine, “Globalism Defined”:

“In press releases and promotion for the World Trade Organization, the Codex Alimentarius, and other instruments of Globalism, you’ll often find the word ‘harmonization.’

“It’s used to smooth over the fact that Globalists deploy naked power and money to achieve their ends. ‘Harmonization,’ nevertheless, means a kind of collective resonance, an identical entrainment of minds.

“The word refers to a technique whereby mind control is achieved. It produces a simulation of agreement, consensus, regardless of the actual content of what is being agreed upon. What counts is that we are all ‘humming in the same frequency.’

“In such a state of basic harmony, we can disagree, but nothing will come of it, because in a larger sense, we are already arranged as files and rows of iron dust, under the influence of a magnet…”

25 years before I put together and released my collection, The Matrix Revealed, I began interviewing an exceptionally brilliant and innovative hypnotherapist, Jack True.

In The Matrix Revealed, I interview Jack 43 times (320 pages).

Back in 1988, Jack told me about an experiment he conducted with several patients who were also friends:

“It was based on the idea that you can get people, under hypnosis, to explore imaginary and hypothetical constructs they would never entertain while they were awake. This particular test was one of the farthest-out things I ever tried.”

Jack had his patients imagine a brain sitting in space. He then had the patients bring into view various entities: a dragon, a multinational corporation, a lost treasure, a modern government.

He then asked the patients to describe how the brain was responding to each of these entities.

Jack told me, “The dragon and the lost treasure were just there as window dressing, and to obscure the fact that I was really interested in the other two items: the mega-corporation and the government.”

Jack kept notes on what the patients were reporting. One patient, for example, stated that the brain was sending out “electromagnetic lines and pulses” to explore the various departments of the corporation. Another patient said the brain was making mathematical calculations in order to asses the various functions of the government.

Every patient used certain words and phrases:

“harmony”; “the brain is interested”; “the brain likes this”.

The most telling phrase was: “The [corporation, government] is like the brain.”

After bringing the patients out of their light trance, Jack discussed the experience with them.

“This is what came up,” he said. “The brain was seeing itself reflected in these very large and complex structures—the government, the corporation. The brain was recognizing a ‘brother.’ The brain was resonating with these big organizations.”

It was a case of entrainment, the brain expressing a fondness for the huge structures, without bothering to make critical distinctions. It was as if the brain was hypnotized by the presence of a mega-corporation, a mega-government.

Rational thought was suspended.

“When you consider the role of the human brain in creating these corporations and governments in the first place,” Jack said, “it opens up a whole new field. A particular aspect of the brain, or intelligence, is making representations of itself.”

Later on in the conversation, Jack added: “Built into the brain—or you could say, part of the design of the brain—is an automatic function. It makes replicas or approximations of itself.”

Matrix appeals to this part of the brain. Matrix is another huge complex structure. Like the brain.

This part of the brain doesn’t care about what the Matrix is. It doesn’t look into that.

The Matrix Revealed

Among the materials in The Matrix Revealed is my 18-lesson course, Logic and Analysis, which includes the written teacher’s manual. It educates the user on: making critical distinctions, following lines of reasoning, identifying logic flaws—in other words, doing all the things that nullify the “resonance and harmony” operation.

Another item in The Matrix Revealed is the complete text (331 pages) of Aids Inc., my book that exposed a conspiracy of scientific fraud deep within the medical research establishment. The book is a living example of logic at work. It takes apart and nullifies key items of science propaganda, one by one. Again, the tactic of “resonance and harmony” goes down to defeat.

The heart and soul of The Matrix Revealed are the text interviews I conducted with Matrix-insiders, who have first-hand knowledge of how the major illusions of our world are put together:

Ellis Medavoy, master of PR, propaganda, and deception, who worked for key controllers in the medical and political arenas. 28 interviews, 290 pages. Ellis has an insider’s view, with all the nuts and bolts, of how entrainment and resonance work in the area of media.

Jack True, the most creative hypnotherapist on the planet. Jack’s anti-Matrix understanding of the mind and how to liberate it is unparalleled. His insights are unique, staggering. 43 interviews, 320 pages. Jack’s whole career was dedicated to undoing the effects of hypnosis, mind control, and the resonance and harmony operation.

There is another angle from which to view the Matrix: “normal vs. paranormal.” Matrix builds normality into everything it does, as if the actions of people submitting to it and surrendering to it are “doing the most normal thing in the world.”

Whereas paranormal is presented as illusion, unscientific, impossible.

This polarity, this dichotomy is purposeful. It keeps populations in check. A person who seeks to fit in, to find his place will opt for normal. He’ll make it his mission.

Or to put it another way, he’ll construct his role in the stage play called reality. He’ll observe what other people are doing and adjust his own behavior, thoughts, and beliefs to reflect them. He wants to resonate with others as his highest goal.

This has nothing to do with genuine community. It’s an artifact.

And what happens when millions of people are resonating and harmonizing with what they think is normal?

It’s a piece of stage magic. The performer makes the audience think he’s holding something in his hand. But there’s nothing there. The audience, however, focuses on that empty hand and assumes it contains the object, the prize. They “tune in” to that hand. They want to see it open and reveal its secret. They harmonize with the hand.

They’re hypnotized by a hand holding nothing.

In the Matrix, the hand never opens. The audience just keeps staring at it, resonating with it.

Today, we are faced with stepped-up efforts to map the brain and control it. DARPA, for example, the Pentagon’s research arm, has launched two projects: Narrative Networks, and SUBNETS.

Their aim is to install implants and track the actions and signals of the brain in real time. In particular, they want to understand how and why the brain accepts narratives (stories, propaganda) about key subjects.

In other words, this is a study of resonance, entrainment, and harmony on a level never achieved before. And of course, the objective is discovering how to float narratives that will create uncritical resonance and harmony in larger numbers of people, at deeper levels.

The need to surpass and neutralize the Matrix is greater than ever.

Jon Rappoport

The author of two explosive collections, THE MATRIX REVEALED and EXIT FROM THE MATRIX, Jon was a candidate for a US Congressional seat in the 29th District of California. 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 emails at www.nomorefakenews.com

Jon Rappoport: advice to writers

Jon Rappoport: advice to writers

November 5, 2013

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This has nothing to do with getting published or formatting stories for editors.

It’s about the process of writing, about how you think and create. It applies to journalism and short stories and novels and plays. It’s about what happens when you don’t try to fit into a mold.

What happens is: you’re writing what you want to. You’re moving in a number of different directions, because you’re deploying imagination.

Even in journalism, this happens, because there are many ways to present the same set of facts.

The advice is this: don’t pull back. Don’t try to stick a peg that has 16 sides and spikes and ornaments and asymmetrical grooves into a round hole.

Finding a cogent way to communicate comes later. If you start there, you cut yourself off at the knees. You squash your own adventure. You lose.

If you start out on road A and suddenly realize you want to make a sharp turn into a bumpy field, do it. Cross the field. You’ll see a winding path into the mountains. Take it. Half-way up, you’ll come upon a pristine lake. Jump in. Underwater, you’ll find a portal into a lost tunnel. Enter it and follow it all the way to a buried city…

If you opt for simplified boiled-down form right from the beginning, you’ll never know there was a lake and a tunnel and a buried city.

power outside the matrix

In Power Outside The Matrix, there is an extensive section titled, A Writer’s Tutorial. People have been asking me to provide this Tutorial, and here it is in spades. But it’s not just for writers. It’s for any creative person who wants to grasp his own power, understand it, and use it to reach out into the world.

My Tutorial exposes you to lessons that go far beyond what is normally taught in writer’s seminars. In fact, several core concepts in the Tutorial contradict ordinary writer’s seminars, and thus give you access to inner resources that would otherwise be ignored.

Here’s a story of mine. I print it to show you what can happen when you go where you want to. It may not reflect where you want to go, but it should give you some idea about leaving conventional symmetry and tiresome plot line and typical narrative flow in the dust.

Robots love simplified symmetry, harmony, perfect balance. They love it over and over and over.

We’re not robots.

Illusion Breakdown

~a short story~

by Jon Rappoport

Is history a thing that repeats itself, a cell that reproduces? Can we break out?

—A local scribe wrote about the outcast, the outsider:

Just like his father, they said, when he went over the hill and down into the mine, but when he came back up, his face shining, his bare arms clean, unblistered, untouched by the heat and the pain, they shrank away from him as if he had been cursed, and shunned him in the tavern and the marketplace and the church, and his family cast him out and he took up residence in an old half-burned cabin at the edge of town.

He went back down into the mine every morning, and he was never affected. His fellows avoided him.

This was all a great mystery, and a few of the men went to the priest and asked him about it. An old man who only seemed to come alive on Sundays, when he lit the candles and intoned the ceremony of sacrifice, he shrugged and said it was the way of the Test, and could not be interpreted.

The Test was obscure, it never spelled itself out, it never intruded in any visible fashion, or with signs.

The young outcast, living apart in his cabin, went down into the mine and brought up his share of the universal vapor every day, riven out of the rocks, and took it in his sealed buckets, as all men did, to the representative of the absentee owner in the shipping station, where foreign agents oversaw its transport, by train, to the pleasant happy villages all over the countryside of the former Earth colony—for many centuries now, independent.

The outcast sat outside at night, on the barren ground, and laughed like a fool. He ran on the hills in the deep darkness, as if he might take off and fly above the cottages and the cattle pastures.

He never questioned who he was or why he was here. When he slept, time dissolved and then he awoke fresh and with new energy.

Finally, the men planned an attack, because it was, they earnestly believed, warranted. How could they live alongside the young man?

He knew it was coming. On an evening, he went to his family home and spoke to his father and mother and his sister. They were silent before him. He said he was going to make a stand and they should ignore what was going to happen. They should simply go on. Then he left.

At his cabin, he built a small fire and brought dry grass and set it in the flames. He made a path of grass to his front door. The fire spread and it caught on the wood of two posts and climbed them and moved to the walls. Within a short time, the whole cabin was engulfed.

He heard the men approaching in the dark. He felt their anger and their madness.

When they emerged into the aura of the burning cabin, he stepped into the flames and ignited.

They shouted and screamed. They ran toward him. They stopped and watched as the fire consumed him.

Eventually, there was only smoke.

And he stepped through it, whole. Untouched.

They wanted to flee, they wanted to die. They were riveted in place.

He said: “Every day you go down. You chop and hammer at the sanctified rocks. You release the vapor of suffering, because it is the law. You deliver it in your buckets to the agents, and they send it to the happy villages and pour it into the air, and the people slowly shrink into a state of misery and sickness, because that, too, is the law, the faith. You believe it is part of the Test. Nothing can shake your belief. But now I’m here. I deny. I refute. I’m as you were, before you drove yourselves mad. Once, this was a colony, and then we gained our freedom and knew what it was to live. But the owner came, he had his men dig the mines, you went down, and slowly the plague took over. Remember?”

Silence.

The men fell on the ground in front of him, and with the eyes of supplicants, mutely asked for forgiveness.

“No,” he said. “I’m not your priest or some phantom.”

He walked away from them in the night.

All these years later, he is still gone.

No one has heard of him.

Now, they light candles and go to the spot of his immolation every Sunday and pray and leave offerings.

The church has crumbled, and the priest has died. This is the only place of worship.

The men go down into the mines every day. And bring up the vapor.

A few try to remember what they were before the great suffering.

Before they participated in the great poisoning.

—The legendary elements in what you’ve just heard, ladies and gentlemen of the court, are pure nonsense, of course. The written account, penned by a local scribe, was discovered by our field operatives. It’s in my training manual for the mission.

The mines are quite real, but they produce a rare mineral growth factor that obviates the need for developing costly hybridized crop variants.

The growth factor enables major increases in food output.

I came in low over the company town, locked in the “immolation” memorial, and incinerated it. Those were my orders.

The prosecution asserts that I illegally destroyed a heritage site, without my employer’s knowledge. This is patently absurd. Why would I travel all that way for such a purpose?

I’m a registered employee of Religion Inc. Churches, which as you know, maintains an exclusive contract with the Earth Council, for Sectors One through Seven. No other religious organizations are permitted to conduct business in that area.

Doesn’t it stand to reason that my employer issued the destruct order and I merely carried it out in good faith, in a perfectly legal fashion?

Mission orders are held at corporate headquarters, as are training manuals, for security reasons. So I can’t lay before you proof that I was on the books for this operation.

My employer has deniability. Because my attack on the memorial has caused a local uproar and a strike of the mine workers, Religion Churches Inc. has thrown me to the dogs. They hope to avoid negative publicity.

I’m not here to plead for mercy. I’m here requesting justice.

—Sir, the court requires, in cases of this nature, that the defendant provide evidence of work status. You have failed that standard. Religion Inc. Churches shows no record of your employment during the period in question. Therefore, we are compelled to consider you an independent operator.

You admit to the mission. You carried it out. The penalty is clear. Your accounts and assets will be stripped. Those funds will be used to defray, in part, the expense of sending you to the place where the crime was committed, where the people of that jurisdiction will determine your sentence.

—After much debate, we the assembly of the town, in these proceedings, make a unanimous ruling that you will be sent down, among us, into the mines for the remainder of your life. Your labor will never repay us for your sin, but at least we will make use of you for a good purpose. In this, we show mercy. It is not our bent to seek vengeance.

We believe that our absent prophet would concur. We attempt to understand his heart in all rulings.

—I have been going down and coming up for two years now. I watch others grow ill and die, and I feel myself growing weak. They do not seem to understand what they are doing and what effect it has on them. They are consumed by a sense of obligation to their legendary prophet, although judging by their Myth, I can hardly imagine why he would want any of them going into the mines.

Apparently they believe he was revealing and demonstrating a supernatural immunity to harm. They say the mine vapors are emanating from a fire in the center of their asteroid, and fire is a symbol of his immolation. On that basis, the vapors are holy.

I have seen and experienced the truth. There are no rare minerals in the mines. This has nothing to do with improvements in agriculture technology. This is a mysterious program to spread poison.

Twice a year, they permit me to transmit messages to my former employer asking for intervention and a supreme reconsideration. I have received no replies.

—every night when he comes up from the mine, guards take him to an office at the shipping station and lock him in for the night. He looks haggard, but he is quite handsome. I want him for myself.

None of the other eligible men please me. He has a force about him. This is what I need. His legend is much lower than that of our prophet, but it appeals to me. Both he and the prophet, in their own ways, wrought destruction.

We women know, even if our men do not, that destruction is our destiny. But rather than endure it in small doses, I would have it all at once. If they catch me with him, they will exile us to the ice caps. I am willing to take the chance.

—I’ve met a woman. She and I have been together. I believe she is pregnant. The trouble from this could be fatal for both of us and our unborn child.

—Years ago, they exiled my mother and father to the ice caps. But they kept me among them.

The absentee owner maintains and spreads the story that the mines are a source of minerals for food crops. But of course, this is false. The vapors are poison. My people have been suffering from their religious fantasy for untold generations.

There is no understanding it. But I can perform a feat that will challenge them. I can risk everything. I can stand in the center of the strongest underground vapors, breathe them in, and if I survive, I will become a miraculous figure to them, a prophet. And then I can tell them the truth.

—Ladies and gentlemen of the court, I am an employee of Religion Inc. Churches, despite what you have heard. Recently, a boy sacrificed himself in the mines of a distant asteroid, and the people of a company town built a crude pasture memorial in his name. This, of course, by the terms of the Colonization Directive, is illegal. No other religions are permitted to practice in that Sector.

So I was ordered to make a flight and incinerate the site. I did this. I carried out the mission. In the aftermath of local riots and protests, my employer decided to avoid negative publicity by casting full blame on me. They have labeled me a rogue operative. This is patently absurd. Why would I commit this act on my own?

It is apparently not the first time an immolation has occurred on the asteroid, although the record is obscure. And there is a spotty history of the region that alludes to a prior mission, launched by my employer, to incinerate the site of another memorial on the very same asteroid.

If there is a pattern of corporate crime, it needs to be investigated before you pass judgment on me.

—I am now working in the mines. I was shipped here so a local verdict could be rendered, and this is the outcome. I go down every day, with the townspeople, and bring up the poison vapor.

A woman has approached me in secret. She wants to have a child. She is quite deluded. She claims this child will have magical qualities.

Does it matter what she thinks? We are all desperate, and if we can find a little pleasure in our suffering, so be it.

—Years ago, my parents were exiled to the ice caps. The people of the town kept me here. There is probably nothing new under the Dome, but I have an idea.

I am now working in the local office of the absentee owner. I have never met him, but I am quick and bright, and I believe I can be promoted from this outpost to his home headquarters, wherever they are. Once there, I can discover the details of his business and expose them. If I am lucky, the news will spread out to the wider Sector and cause an uproar.

The other day, I came across a file that presented a clue.

It seems the absentee owner’s company, which undoubtedly operates under many names and subsidiaries, is licensed on Earth as Religion Inc. Churches.

They appear to hold a monopoly on worship in Sectors One through Seven. So perhaps my father was, in fact, working for them when he flew over and incinerated the pasture memorial.

But if Religion Inc. is also in charge of our mines, they are directing the operation to spread the poison vapor.

A religious monopoly; destruction; sickness; plague.

Is this what faith has come to mean?

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 emails at www.nomorefakenews.com

Turning mass shootings into a police state and other games

Turning mass shootings into a police state and other games

by Jon Rappoport

November 4, 2013

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Now that everybody knows (cough, cough) the LAX shooter was “anti-government,” it follows as night from day that a) he must have developed his political views from conspiracy websites and b) those sites are culpable…right?

Is JD Salinger dead enough yet? Can we prosecute his corpse because Mark David Chapman read his dreary novel, Catcher in the Rye, and then killed John Lennon?

How about all those young men who found “the good pages” in an embargoed copy of Henry Miller’s Tropic of Cancer and then left home and family, or the later generation of boys who imbibed Jack Kerouac’s On the Road and joined The Beat Generation? Surely some able lawyer can mount a class-action suit against the estates of those two dead authors.

Any day now, I’m expecting the White House to announce the formation of a new cabinet post: the Inflammatory Rhetoric Department.

Hiring: analysts, evaluation experts, and SWAT teams trained for home and workplace invasions.

“What are you contemplating, Mr. Smith? Where did you get your information?”

Mass communication psychologists (aka psyop specialists) are working overtime to forge connections between accused criminals and their prior “influences.”

No longer is it enough to say, “The criminal made his own choices. He did what he did. He’s responsible.”

That went out when the State began taking psychiatrists’ testimony in court seriously.

But recently, things have gotten far more intense. So-called anti-government statements, wherever they are found, are taken to be assaults on Mommy and Daddy.

“How could anyone think the government is bad? It’s absurd. Government Daddy works all day at the office to help us, and at night he comes home and pats us on the head and government Mommy gives us hot chocolate…”

And therefore (against any semblance of logic), if a criminal makes statements against the government, that government and its allied stooges must track down where these ideas came from, and pin the blame there, at the source, where it belongs.

“No, the shooter would never have turned into the shooter had he not read volatile statements on website X. Once he did, he was hooked. His mind was transformed into receptive mush. He was helpless. He picked up a gun and walked into the mall and opened fire.”

The “new analysis” stems from the notion that humans are nothing more than reflex biological machines.

So in the spirit of contributing to this new field of inquiry, I have a couple of choices of my own that need serious investigating.

The Matrix Revealed

First, remember a little outfit called Project for the New American Century? Coming to power after 9/11, their highly influential chiefs lobbied hard for an invasion of Iraq. Talk about inflammatory rhetoric.

Add up the subsequent planes with bombs, the missiles, the soldiers with tanks, the deaths on both sides. Now that was a mass shooting, in full view of the American public.

And if you want to wander back much further into that hated territory called history, you’ll come upon another wild-eyed bunch called the Council on Foreign Relations.

In the early days of World War 2, they were already making plans for the post-war peace. They designated a committee to determine whether the United States could survive as an isolated entity, or whether it needed to go out beyond its borders for vital resources.

The CFR naturally concluded the latter, and doubling down, decided that the US should install, through force and clandestine operations, a Pax Americanus covering the whole globe. Imperial empire.

Those CFR boys knew how to inflame. And they had marvelous connections at the State Department, which in turn had a clear pipeline to Franklin Roosevelt, the President.

As a matter of fact, right now somebody should be investigating what the White House is reading, because with all those drone strikes, with all this non-stop surveillance, it’s obvious they’re on some pretty nasty websites.

One more while I’m at it. I want to know which conspiracy website the US Supreme Court is wrapped up in. Because their decision to allow a corporation or labor union to spend big money to advocate for or against a political candidate…well, those Justices are obviously being driven crazy by some master conspiracists.

Meanwhile, what about the millions of people who absorb their knowledge from the NY Times plus the three clowns anchoring the evening network news? That insane and monstrous influence should be investigated immediately, because the victims are dying, drip by drip, from terminal brain damage.

Whenever Brian Williams, Scott Pelley, and Dianne (“don’t cry for me, America”) Sawyer speak, neurons are irretrievably lost.

Here are a few more treasonous anti-government people who should be investigated, in absentia:

“The most dangerous man to any government is the man who is able to think things out for himself, without regard to the prevailing superstitions and taboos. Almost immediately he comes to the conclusion that government he lives under is dishonest, insane and intolerable…” (HL Mencken, 1919)

“Reader, suppose you were an idiot. And suppose you were a member of Congress. But I repeat myself.” (Mark Twain, 1881)

“Society in every state is a blessing, but government even in its best state is but a necessary evil; in its worst state an intolerable one.” (Thomas Paine, 1776)

Where are these men? We must curtail their operations. What web sites are they running? Who might they influence to pick up a gun and commit a crime? We must locate these three men and get them to a psychiatrist, so they can be diagnosed with the correct mental disorders and treated with the appropriate drugs.

Jon Rappoport

The author of two explosive collections, THE MATRIX REVEALED and EXIT FROM THE MATRIX, Jon was a candidate for a US Congressional seat in the 29th District of California. 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 emails at www.nomorefakenews.com

Part 3, How I put together Exit From the Matrix

Part 3, How I put together Exit From the Matrix

by Jon Rappoport

November 1, 2013

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The individual’s creative nature has its own space and time…

This is the natural state. It has been forgotten, sidetracked, hijacked.

The natural individual has moved so far into so-called objective reality that he’s developed amnesia about his own power.

From 1962 on, I’ve painted in a number of studios. But it was in my first, a loft in Manhattan, that I had my most startling experiences connected with time.

I’d wake up at sunrise, turn on the lights, eat a quick breakfast, walk around and survey my work from the day before, mix paints, set up a few blank canvases, and get started.

I’d paint without stopping. On some days, when I was done, I’d look up and it would be dark outside. In the summer in New York, that meant at least 8:30 or 9.

I would scratch my head and try to figure out where 14 hours had gone.

Of course, long before I painted for the first time, I’d had experiences where time seemed to vanish or speed up, because I was absorbed in working or playing. But nothing like this.

Clock-time had never seemed like such an illusion to me.

I was keeping a journal during the summer. I recall one entry: “When you’re inventing your own space (painting on a canvas), there is no ordinary time.”

I’m not criticizing clocks and schedules. I know how to use them. But ever since that summer, in 1962, I’ve been aware of inventing new space and the vanishing of ordinary time.

There are no real laws about what time is for the individual. There are no “time signatures” sitting somewhere in outer space or in a kingdom ruled by a monarch who is in charge of time and keeps track of it.

The Matrix is set up as “other space and other time.” Not your own.

And to put a finer point on it, when we live in a Surveillance State, spying and snooping has the function of emphasizing and highlighting and exaggerating impersonal space and time.

As in: “where is the subject now, what is he doing, what time is it, where did he just go…”

This is no accident.

The controllers are determined to regulate and chart and impose “objective” space and time on the population…because that’s a prime source of Matrix power.

When I began to assemble the many imagination exercises and techniques for Exit From the Matrix, I was aware that these exercises should awaken and expand the experience of personal space and time.

When you experience the space/time of your own creative nature, you gain something and you bring it back with you. Therefore, Matrix space and time, while you inhabit it, gradually loses its control.

There are many ways to describe imagination. From one angle, it is the place where all personal space and time live.

The brilliant healer, Richard Jenkins, whom I write about in The Secret Behind Secret Societies (part of Exit From the Matrix), operated in a purely spontaneous way. Standing by his patients, moving around them, he would invent new energy and transmit it.

One day, after he was finished working, we were sitting in his kitchen and he said, “There’s something more basic than transmitting energy. I’m just removing pieces of old time from the patient. The rest happens by itself.”

In the same way that a person can wake up from a slave-acceptance of external authority, a person can wake up from the inner condition of being a slave to the so-called natural law of the Matrix:

That law says: “There shall be one and only one central space and time.”

Back there in 1962, in New York, something else happened to me. It was a side effect of painting every day. I didn’t ask for it, I wasn’t even hoping for it. I wasn’t thinking about it.

I hadn’t talked to my parents for several months. We were at loggerheads. We’d had a huge blow-up, and there were hard feelings all around.

So one day near the end of the summer I thought about them. I was shocked to notice that all the hard feelings and all the nastiness were gone. Vanished like smoke.

I called them up and told them I wanted to meet for supper. The only condition was, I said, I didn’t want to talk about the past (time).

They readily agreed.

So a few nights later, we sat in a deli on Second Avenue and had a pleasant supper. The rift was healed. More than that, I liked them in a way I never had before. I’d always loved them, come hell or high water, but now I liked who they were. I saw who they were.

After we parted, I walked along Second Avenue and felt a confidence that was entirely new to me. At age 24, it was as if every shred of need based on worry or fear had been secretly stripped away.

It was the painting. I walked for several hours and thought about that. It came through to me that, prior to that summer, I’d been suffering from a deficit.

A deficit of space.

This idea hit me like a ton of bricks. It was as real as knowing you need food to live.

Every space on every canvas in the studio, that summer, was my own space. It was mine to do with as I wished.

The one central “objective” impersonal space had been producing a feeling of deprivation. I’d had a disease: space deprivation. Psychic claustrophobia.

And I’d found a cure. I’d stumbled on a cure.

There was absolutely nothing woo-woo about this.

I looked around me on the street. At the lights, the sidewalks, the people, the stores. It was all right. Everything was all right.

The slavery to one space and time was gone.

Exit From the Matrix

We can live on this Earth, we can take action on this Earth, we can make this place better, and we can do it while being free from it.

We can enjoy this place, we can love this place, and we can do it while being free from it.

We can love those closest to us so much more.

We can have power, we can have and use creative power with no limit.

As I kept walking down the street, I saw only one problem. Well, it wasn’t a problem, it was a situation.

It’s a situation each one of us faces. What about other people? What about everybody else? Can we continue to live, on and on, and do absolutely nothing about other people? Can we ignore them completely?

Can we ignore the fact that so many of them are living in a waking dream about a Matrix with one central impersonal and inhuman center of power? A center which they accept as final, a center which determines their fate?

And if we decide the answer is no, we can’t forever ignore all this, can we take action without compromising a shred of our own individual power?

Can we avoid going down into a hole where we sacrifice ourselves?

Can we keep expanding our own creative power without limit?

That night, I decided it was all possible. It was doable.

I haven’t changed my mind.

All these years later, that’s why I put together Exit From the Matrix, with no compromises, and I’m proud to say it.

1500 years ago, and perhaps for the first time on this planet, a small number of practitioners in Tibet had an idea. They decided that the universe was a product of mind. The space-time continuum was a product of mind.

They went much further. They decided they could do exercises that would reveal this fact, not merely as an intellectual proposition, but as a living breathing truth.

They could invent new space and time and energy out of nothing. They could re-assume their natural state, which had been sidetracked and hijacked and forgotten.

They could stand on their own and turn imagination into reality, and retract reality back into imagination, from whence it had originally come.

That’s the prime tradition. It has been buried under welter of diversion and nonsense and chicanery.

And now the tradition returns and taps us on the shoulder.

It’s time. Our time.

Jon Rappoport

The author of two explosive collections, THE MATRIX REVEALED and EXIT FROM THE MATRIX, Jon was a candidate for a US Congressional seat in the 29th District of California. 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 emails at www.nomorefakenews.com

LAX shooting, the storyline, the agenda, the questions

LAX shooter, the storyline, the agenda, the questions

by Jon Rappoport

November 1, 2013

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Mainstream media sources are now reporting:

The shooter at LAX, who killed one TSA (?) employee and wounded several others today, is in custody. His name is Paul Anthony Ciancia. He is 23 years old. His weapon was a semi-automatic rifle.

Pete Williams (NBC, who, as chief Pentagon spokesman, covered up the extent of US military killings in the 1989 Panama invasion), states that Ciancia had “anti-government materials” in his bag.

Other sources state Ciancia had a note in his bag which stated that he wanted to “kill TSA.”

Ciancia is a Los Angeles resident. His family lives in Pennsville, New Jersey. This morning, prior to the shooting, Ciancia’s father called the local Pennsville police and reported his son was missing.

The father also stated that his son had written to a sibling “in reference to taking his own life.”

That’s the storyline so far.

Agenda? Another gun murder in a public place, so take away guns from everybody. Semi-auto rifle was used? Ban them. Gun plus anti-government opinion? Terrorist. Step up surveillance, ID, watch, harass, and even arrest people who own guns and don’t like the government.

The Matrix Revealed

And now for the questions. This is a checklist that should accompany every such mass shooting:

Was the accused shooter seeing a psychiatrist?

Had he ever seen a psychiatrist or MD who prescribed psychiatric drugs?

If so, what were the drugs?

Ritalin (or other speed-type compounds) for ADHD?

Antidepressants, in particular the SSRI types (e.g., Prozac, Paxil, Zoloft)?

Both classes of drugs are known to push people over into suicidal ideation, suicide, violence, murder. (See Peter Breggin, Toxic Psychiatry, Medication Madness, and other titles. Also see the website, SSRI stories.)

Had the accused shooter ever withdrawn from, stopped using any psychiatric drugs? Withdrawal, done incorrectly, can cause severe problems, including aggression and violence.

Had the accused shooter ever stated he was under surveillance, was being harassed by authorities, was being targeted with microwaves, was hearing voices?

Yes, there are people who incorrectly believe these things are happening to them; but there are also people who are, in fact, being subjected to such harassment and control.

Has the accused shooter ever been subjected to military indoctrination? Has he ever had connections to military or civilian intelligence employees or assets? If so, what were the specifics?

And finally, was the accused shooter actually the shooter, or was he a patsy, a scapegoat?

I’m not downplaying the difficulty of answering these questions. But I am saying they’re all relevant.

Whereas the job of major media, in these incidents, is relaying to the public the statements of law-enforcement personnel and politicians. That’s their only job. They don’t investigate. They don’t go off on their own. They don’t know what they pretend to know. Pretending is what earns them their paychecks.

Jon Rappoport

The author of two explosive collections, THE MATRIX REVEALED and EXIT FROM THE MATRIX, Jon was a candidate for a US Congressional seat in the 29th District of California. 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 emails at www.nomorefakenews.com

The hidden paranormal people

The hidden paranormal people

by Jon Rappoport

October 31, 2013

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Conventional physics argues that all the tiny particles which make up the universe are:

neutral and unconscious and dead—

And yet, say these same physicists, the brain, which is only a collection of such particles, is conscious.

The absurdity of this contradiction can only be sustained by monopolistic authority.

Consciousness is as non-material and paranormal as paranormal can be.

Without it, obviously, we would not be communicating right now. We would not be here. We would not Be.

Categories like telepathy, ESP, clairvoyance, and telekinesis don’t tell the whole story. They’re just a pale reflection of the fact that Existence itself is paranormal.

Consensus reality, on the other hand, is a stage play based on the notion of “normal.”

So here we are, and we’re all paranormal, and we’re living in a normal world. If that isn’t a joke, if that isn’t a sickness, if that isn’t a conspiracy, what is?

The Matrix can spawn one Agent Smith after another, like a machine turning out products, and still the incalculable and magical fact of consciousness endures beyond the machine.

The stage play called reality is dedicated to top-down control, because consciousness, if unleashed as creative power, if allowed to flourish, would explode the stage flats and take us out into an open sky of such varied magic it would ring in a multiverse of unpredictable beauties…none of which require supervision from the psychopaths behind the curtain.

Making life into a machine is the goal of elites. We, on the other hand, see something else.

We don’t need to define what that is in a lab. We certainly don’t need to develop algorithms that purport to define what we are.

…Forty years ago, I was hired to tutor a young girl in arithmetic. She was having trouble with long division. She was in sixth grade, and she couldn’t do division. This is what I was told.

So one night I walked into a very large house in West Los Angeles. The mother, tall and thin, a remote ghost, led me into a cavernous living room, in the center of which sat her daughter, at a small table.

The mother gestured vaguely and glided off into unknown rooms and left the two of us alone.

I sat down. I gave the girl a couple of division problems to work, and she couldn’t. She grimaced.

“Don’t worry,” I said. “We’ll fix it.”

I asked her to explain what she was confused about. I wanted to get her to talk. She thought about it and recalled a few experiences in arithmetic, from third grade.

I sat there and listened. As she talked, she raised her head and started looking at me. There we were, in a huge quiet house, a dead house, two people, two strangers.

Something clicked. She began smiling.

She said, “I can read very well, but I can’t do division.”

I smiled, too, because it seemed there was a joke here, and it had nothing to do with math. It had to do with her whole life, the house, her parents.

Neither of us quite knew what was going on, but we were in the moment.

Without thinking, I said, “You’re in prison.”

She laughed.

I said, “Right now, I don’t know why but I feel like I’m in prison, too.”

We both laughed.

That was all it took.

I brought her back to the beginning of division, started from the bottom, and we worked our way up to more complicated problems. It took about an hour and she was fine.

Exit From the Matrix

I felt like we were two undersea divers, our oxygen lines were crossed and pinched, and we’d worked out the kinks. We could breathe again.

After that, we talked about her school, my days in school, teachers. She mentioned tomatoes. She said she was growing them in the back yard.

She took me through a few large rooms into the yard, turned on the pool lights, and we walked along a path to her garden, by a high fence.

The vines were tall, and the red tomatoes looked splendid.

We walked back and sat down at a table by the pool and looked at the water. All of a sudden, things shifted. The night sky was wide open. I could feel the air on my face. I could smell flowers.

“It’s a nice yard,” I said.

She nodded. “I’m reading everything Charles Dickens wrote,” she said.

“Why?” I said.

“Because it doesn’t seem to end,” she said.

I thought about it.

“Some things are like that,” I said.

“No,” she said. “Everything is like that.”

I looked at her.

She was smiling. Her face was radiant.

“Remember what you just said,” I said.

“I will,” she said.

She put out her hand. I shook it.

That was the end of the lesson.

I’ll always remember it, too.

Jon Rappoport

The author of two explosive collections, THE MATRIX REVEALED and EXIT FROM THE MATRIX, Jon was a candidate for a US Congressional seat in the 29th District of California. 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 emails at www.nomorefakenews.com

The paranormal as an object of ridicule, scorn, and fear

The paranormal as an object of ridicule, scorn, and fear

by Jon Rappoport

October 29, 2013

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If you want evidence that paranormal abilities exist, Dean Radin’s groundbreaking book, The Conscious Universe, will supply it. Radin examined hundreds of well-formed lab studies and concluded that the performance of human volunteers demonstrated, statistically, such abilities.

But this article is not about that. Nor is it about woo-woo people who see extra-sensory influences everywhere.

In movies, the paranormal is usually presented as horror, something that jumps out of the wall and attacks people.

Otherwise, “paranormal” is used as a term of scorn, like “conspiracy theorist.” It refers to people who should be isolated from the general population, for fear they’ll spread contaminated delusions.

The media transmit this scorn and ridicule by choosing the most bizarre stories:

A Biloxi bus driver told a local reporter, “While I was eating a hot dog in the corner coffee shop, an invisible Martian snatched it away from me and shoved it in his ear.”

Underlying all this nonsense is a core subconscious anxiety about consensus reality: it may be a sham.

The laws of physics may be provisional and subject to suspension.

And worse yet, there may be people among us who have experienced what happens when these laws are suspended.

People may have experienced telepathy, accurate glimpses of the future, and other “illegitimate” phenomena.

“We need police to squash these happenings.”

Well, we have them. Friends, neighbors, family, co-workers, scientists, teachers, pundits. Which is to say, those who collaborate to sustain consensus about what is possible and what is not.

And then, to put the cherry on this cake, we have various “people of faith” who twist that faith and label anything that borders on paranormal: demonic influence.

They will also tell you that whiny adolescents who picked up and fell in love with a rather dreary novel, Catcher in the Rye, came under the control of The Dark Prince.

Putting all this aside, paranormal means: you tapped into life beyond the belief-network of the collective. You went farther.

And that’s the problem for the collective. That’s the only problem. You found a hole in their waking dream. You walked through it and found yourself connected to something more.

Their waking dream is political, economic, and social, but it is also scientific. Their science, which conceals its own lunatic and unproven assumptions about the universe, denies “the farther shore.”

And here I want to mention an ignored aspect of the paranormal. Paranormal isn’t merely isolated gray moments of “weirdness.” It’s full-bodied and emotional. It has a joy to it. It reestablishes more of yourself.

It comes as something whole. It’s alive.

And in the same way that a child learns to repress his own natural exuberance, because it contradicts the crazed low-level conformity of the group, people who do, in fact, experience (and create) the paranormal often feel compelled to repress their full-blooded emotions.

If, on the off-chance, they are willing to admit they had a telepathic connection or saw into the future, or spontaneously healed, they’ll shy away from confessing to the thrill and the ecstasy of it.

But that thrill and ecstasy are as natural as rain. They’re part of what we are. They’re the ground of being. They’re what we are, on the other side of the stale waking dream.

There is nothing spooky about the paranormal, except in the movies and in minds riddled with fear, minds repeating the mantra: there is only the ordinary, only the ordinary, only the ordinary.

Whereas the fact of Existence itself is paranormal.

Exit From the Matrix

The Pentagon (DARPA) is working on a new program, using implants, to study in real time the signals the brain is emitting. This is a whole different animal.

Its announced medical use covers a motive that has to do with control & operation over soldiers. As usual, the mainstream scientists are looking at automatic reflexes.

True paranormal ability takes place beyond the brain. It is a voluntary creative impulse that starts in a non-material space. That’s where the action is.

And that’s where scientists fear to tread. Their entire orientation is locked-down repeatable cause and effect: the arena for dullards.

There are also research efforts to study and pinpoint and analyze imagination. These absurd programs are, of course, focusing on the brain, with the hope that eventually machines will become the new artists.

Well, machines can already create, if by that you mean rearranging data and image and word and symbol into endless numbers of patterns.

But that isn’t what art or creating or imagination are. And that isn’t what paranormal is about.

Some years ago, I interviewed a man who had scored quite high in a lab experiment testing for telepathy. I asked him how he succeeded. He said he imagined a secretary sitting in an office in Nebraska…and she supplied him with the right answers about what was being telepathically transmitted to him during the test.

Why a secretary?

Because, he said, a secretary in Omaha would be very sincere and would never lie to him.

I still laugh about that one. Try producing such an outcome with computers and brain signals.

If you think you can, I have condos for sale on Jupiter.

Jon Rappoport

The author of two explosive collections, THE MATRIX REVEALED and EXIT FROM THE MATRIX, Jon was a candidate for a US Congressional seat in the 29th District of California. 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 emails at www.nomorefakenews.com

Sebelius: “I don’t work for the people” who want me to resign

Sebelius: “I don’t work for the people” who want me to resign

by Jon Rappoport

October 28, 2013

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“Affordable…together,” the two primary propaganda messages of Obamacare, and a phrase which might be the new Pledge of Allegiance, aren’t cutting it.

Sebelius said, “The majority of people calling for me to resign, I would say, are people I don’t work for and who do not want this program [Obamacare] to work in the first place.”

As head of the Dept. of Health and Human Services, she works for her boss, the President, who is supposed to work for the American people, but doesn’t.

No president works for the American people. If he did, he would risk life and limb to expose the criminals who really run this country.

And that’s the political tipping point we’ve reached. Actually, we tipped a long time ago. It’s just becoming a lot more obvious now.

The job of a Washington politician shouldn’t be about defending federal programs. It should be about exposing what government has become. It should be about highlighting psychopaths who hold office. It should be about explaining to the American people how, on the truly big issues, like Globalism, both political parties operate as one crime family.

The job of a Washington politician should be about exposing Wall St. and the banksters who hold government and the people hostage. It should be about exposing corporations like Monsanto, who have wormed their way deep into government and infected its body.

Sebelius is a little martinet, a functionary with a weather vane on her head to detect which way the political winds are blowing. She’s right. She doesn’t work for the people who want her to resign. She doesn’t work for the people who want her to stay. She works for the machine.

A machine requires a designer and operators, but once it gathers momentum, it moves on its own. It advances across the landscape like a programmed robot, spouting homilies.

Deep in its guts, the command is: Invent reality for the masses and enforce it.

The Matrix Revealed

Healthcare.gov, the site that enrolls people in Obamacare, is one of those moments where a sub-sub reality-program of the robot fails and crashes.

But backing up from it for better perspective, we can see that failures, crashes, and scandals are built into the overall reality-invention program, to engender chaos.

Chaos is an opportunity for the robot to bring in greater control to “restore security.”

And if we were to gain even greater distance from all this, we would see that, at a much deeper level, millions and millions of people want to offload the machine altogether.

Millions and millions of people want to end lives of automatic function, because they know that life can be so much more.

In the robot, they see themselves surrendering, and they don’t like the view.

They want out.

They want a story and a future that supersedes the robot.

They want health, not sickness-care. They want choices, not orders from above. They want open space, not the claustrophobia of regulations. They want energy, not obedience. They want the open sky of their own imagination, not one program after another. They want freedom, not fascist geometry.

Jon Rappoport

The author of two explosive collections, THE MATRIX REVEALED and EXIT FROM THE MATRIX, Jon was a candidate for a US Congressional seat in the 29th District of California. 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 emails at www.nomorefakenews.com

Part 2, How I put together The Matrix Revealed: the paranormal

Part 2, How I put together The Matrix Revealed: the paranormal

by Jon Rappoport

October 27, 2013

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Many people will not accept their own experience, when it exceeds their rock-hard idea of what reality is all about.

They will change their own past, their own memories, their own perception, if necessary.

This is how deep their loyalty to ordinary reality runs.

Crack after crack could appear in the Matrix, and they would feverishly patch them up, while pretending there are no cracks at all.

“I wasn’t patching anything. I was just painting my house…”

And if you think such people will ever admit to a role in creating their own narrow version of reality in the first place, you’re dreaming.

But an understanding of the Matrix has to involve both what elite controllers are doing to shape the world, and what each person is doing to define the limits of his own experience.

In September of 1974, exhausted, feeling at the end of my rope, wishing I could just take off from Los Angeles and find a place with white sand and blue water and a quiet cabin to sleep in for two weeks…

I found myself, instead, lying on a table in a dim room in a house in West LA, late in the afternoon.

One of the great body healers in the world, Hadidjah Lamas, who practiced a strenuous form of what’s calling Rolfing, was sitting next to me.

But she was just going to put her hands on my head, because that’s what I asked her to do. I had a feeling something might happen. I had a great deal of experience doing a simple form of “laying on of hands,” and I needed that myself now.

She held her hand on my forehead for fifteen minutes or so, and absolutely nothing occurred.

Then, with my eyes open, lying on my back, I saw a black contraption that looked like a mask. It seemed to be made out of iron. It was shaped like a skull. Strips of iron with spaces between them.

It meant nothing to me, but it was quite startling, especially because my eyes were open and this iron mask was sitting there, in the air, about a foot in front of my face.

It began to revolve, spin slowly in place.

It spun faster, and then like a ship gathering momentum, it moved off away from me toward the far end of the room.

It picked up speed and vanished through an open door and was gone.

This was rather astonishing.

I lay there.

Then, at the edges of my perception, little glitters of blue and yellow appeared.

More of them showed up.

Within perhaps 15 or 20 seconds, the blue and yellow were a sparkling field, and the field was all around me, and I was lying in it.

The field was pulsing.

I was going through rapid stages of relaxing, deeper and deeper, sinking into myself.

Finally, I just lay there and looked at and felt the field.

I said, “I think I just had my vacation.”

I got up off the table, stretched, and felt quite fantastic.

As Hadidjah and I talked, I noticed that the pitch of my voice had dropped a few notches.

Later that night, at home, I was sitting in a chair looking out the window, and I noticed—as if it were quite natural—that the trees, the street, the lights in other houses, the lawns were all, how to put this… participating together, collaborating to constitute a painting, a scene. They were animations of ideas. They were expressing themselves. They weren’t merely “there.”

Being “merely there” was an illusion we smugly and rationally employed and projected to assure ourselves that physical reality was solid, straightforward, and monolithic.

Or illusion was an overlay. A concept. A habit.

“Things in space” were actually “doing art” by expressing themselves. In that sense, they were alive, unmistakably so.

You might even say they were delighted at being able to show us what they were.

Whereas we usually perceive in a kind of monotone flat fashion, satisfied with far less, for the duration of our lives.

I realized how far people would go to protect their perceptual overlay on the world.

The Matrix Revealed

Fifteen years later, when I told my friend and colleague, hypnotherapist Jack True, about this experience, he said, “Don’t stop now.”

“Don’t stop what?” I said.

“The whole investigation,” he said. “How we put ordinary reality together and keep manufacturing it. How we keep insisting it’s ordinary.”

The whole story of how I put together The Matrix Revealed is much bigger than what I’ve written here, but this is a significant thread.

What people call “paranormal” isn’t. It’s what happens when the “normal curtain” is taken away.

Richard Jenkins, the extraordinary healer I discuss in my book, The Secret Behind Secret Societies, once told me, “’Normal’ is like taking a wonderful meal, all the parts of it, and putting them together in a grinder and reducing them to a gray mixture. “’Normal’ is the gray stuff. It’s forgetting what you had before.”

Forgetting what you had before.

“Enhanced reality,” “magical reality,” was what we had before.

Since that 1974 experience, I’ve worked on developing exercises that bring us back toward enhanced reality, because information is half of the process of understanding Matrix. The other half is daily practice that yields the actual experience of awake consciousness. I’ve included exercises designed for that purpose in Exit From the Matrix.

For this work, I have to thank, in part, Jack True and several of his patients, who showed me that expanded perception of reality is factual, it can be integrated into life, and it is normal in the best sense of that word.

The investigation of Matrix inevitably leads back to Tibet where, 1500 years ago, exiled teachers from India, who had challenged major premises of the academic culture in their home country, wandered into Tibet and started “schools.”

These schools were very practical in nature. They taught that one’s own experience was paramount, and exercises designed to increase creative power would open doors and reveal secrets about the basis of reality, secrets that had been buried under a welter of ideas that added up to political control.

For a period of time, in Tibet, the control was removed, and as I would put it, infinity was laid out in full view, for those who wanted to see it.

The machinery of the Matrix was set aside, like a foolish joke.

Everything I’ve been doing for the past 20 years is unalterably committed to the conviction that we, now, can provide the punchline to the joke. And live at another level.

Jon Rappoport

The author of two explosive collections, THE MATRIX REVEALED and EXIT FROM THE MATRIX, Jon was a candidate for a US Congressional seat in the 29th District of California. 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 emails at www.nomorefakenews.com