HI, I’M GOD

by Jon Rappoport

SEPTEMBER 25, 2011. Hi, I’m God, and I created reality, and you live in it. I made you, and you’re tuned up to fit into the reality I devised. Enjoy!

I’ll tell you a little juicy secret, right off the bat. I became God because nobody else was, and I perceived a need and I filled it. That’s the essence of all good business.

At first, I wasn’t dedicated to morality. In fact, I considered it a convenient disguise for clandestine activity. Not my own, but that of my people, my creations.

But later, when I examined the mess humans were making of their societies, I decided to try my hand at righteousness and vengeance, and commandments.

In retrospect, this was probably a mistake. Humans will make anything, it seems, a cause for killing.

Anyway, I’m a bit more interested in philosophic questions. For example, if I created humans, do they have freedom? Or are they androids? I confess I don’t know. It’s a fascinating field of study, and I guess someone will come up with the answer one day. Part of the reason I stick around is to discover the punch line.

Then there is the matter of reality itself. Once upon a time, there was none. At least not in the sense you people define it. It was quite flexible, and lots of us were inventing it. We were, dare I say it, artists. I know many of you don’t like the term. You associate it with despicable types who believe they’re entitled to special treatment. With us, it was simply a matter of putting things where there were no things before. We arose each morning and did it.

You take reality far too seriously. You’re dedicated adherents, as if we’re talking about religion.

And at this juncture, I have a confession to make. To say I created humans is simplistic. I SAY I did. I ASSUME I did. But you see, all this happened during a confusing period when a bunch of us were inventing at a tremendous pace. We kept no records, and it was all happening with such exuberance that no one cared. Then, all of a sudden, there you were. You were ensconced in a reality bubble, and you were spouting all sorts of religious prose—it was this I took advantage of.

I called down, I spoke in quasi-poetic utterances, I intervened on occasion, and you were sold.

This has been suggested to me, and I find it feasible—it’s possible some of my former colleagues decided to see what life could be like inside a bubble, and so they descended and injected themselves into what you call humanity.

Wherever I look on Earth, I hope to discover at least a few people who realize that pure creation—of the kind we here still do—is the basis for all existence, and no superstructure of doctrine is necessary to explain it. Alas, I’m disappointed. Apparently, you prefer to live according to another rulebook, the nature of which remains a mystery to me.

After all, it’s inconceivable that you want to remain in your bubble, and creation is the key to escape. But this eludes you.

Any one of you can do what I do, and perhaps even more. Since you haven’t concluded this, I stay busy with projects elsewhere and check back in now and then.

While I’m at it, let me make it clear that “the universe” is not a wish-fulfillment machine. Where did you ever get that idea? Was it from a woman named Oprah?

And here is another one. No one cares what you think. Thinking, per se, doesn’t determine what happens to you. Those who came up with this bit of theory, and those of you who’ve bought it, simply have too much time on your hands. You want to believe what you do with that time (ruminate) has some intrinsic value. Sorry to disappoint you, but no. It’s a minor activity. IMAGINATION, without boundaries, put into action, is the cardinal virtue. Some of the old Tibetan magicians, about 1500 years ago, saw that. Soon they were expelled into the outer darkness by their priests, who were busy with prayer wheels and prostrations and what-not.

What else? I loved Lenny Bruce. He’s with us here now. He’s still doing stand-up, and he’s on tour. We have a number of vibrant venues. Small clubs, mostly. The audiences are smart. Even literate. Lenny keeps us on our toes. His bullshit detector is peerless.

I could register a number of complaints about your religions, since I seem to be the subject of their massive efforts. But I won’t bother. If you can’t see through all that, you’re in reverse gear.

Oh, I almost forgot. If you think Nice and Polite is going to result in a better world, I’d have to say, in my experience, I’ve never seen it work as a primary guiding principle. It’s usually just another fascism in the catalog of fascisms.

You know, there was a time in your history I seriously strategized about my market share. I was looking to expand it. But I gave that up. You wanted to surrender yourselves to some Ultimate Whatever. That really annoyed me. Of course, there was nothing I could do. If I came down there, during those dark days, my mere presence would have exacerbated exactly what I wanted to deflect.

There is nothing permanent to surrender to.

I mean, you can try. Nobody will stop you. But I’m not part of it. And I’m not aware of anyone or anything else that is, either.

Look on the bright side. What you call universe we call island. Islands are everywhere. They’re built differently. Some are architectural masterpieces. Others (many others) are just created whole at the drop of a hat. There’s much to explore. More importantly, you can create your own. Why not? Your bubble is just a drop in the ocean.

So all in all, I’m a guy who has been playing God. GPG. Guy playing God. I’ve pretty much given it up. It’s a dead-end. I don’t don’t do punishments and rewards. I don’t keep score. I definitely don’t intervene. I don’t watch the NFL. If I needed money, I wouldn’t count on the Vatican for a monthly paycheck. I certainly don’t deploy intermediaries down on Earth to relay messages to me.

Once in a while, just for a goof, I’ll lose somebody’s car keys or screw up a weather report. I might send secret corporate memos to an investigative reporter.

Oswald didn’t act alone.

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THE REALITY SALESMAN CALLS

by Jon Rappoport

SEPTEMBER 24, 2011. Step right up, folks. This is a deal you can’t afford to miss. You know that thing you cling to like a drowning man in a turbulent sea?

It’s called reality, and I represent the company that manufactures it. I’m proud to say I’ve held this job for over a hundred thousand years. So as far as product knowledge is concerned, you just aren’t going to find anybody like me.

Some folks believe reality is rocks and trees and desert and sun and rain, and the brick and concrete and steel and glass of buildings, the mountain ranges, the sky, the moon and the stars. They believe reality is a house and all the things in it, and the mementos you hold on to, like photos and dolls and so on, to remind you of the past. And cars and streets.

But I’m really selling…guess what? A little thing called perception. It sounds odd, but that’s what it is.

How you see things, and what you think about what you see.

Because to tell you the truth, no matter what time period you live in, whether you live on Earth or another planet, it all comes down to that. How you see what’s in front of you.

And believe it or not, perception comes in different forms. My company makes the perception that endures. It’s the package you’re living with right now. It’s the down-to-earth here-it-is straight-ahead common-sense type. We call it: IT IS WHAT IT IS. That’s trademarked, by the way. ISWIS. It is what it is.

ISWIS was invented by a very smart guy whose name has been long forgotten. He was a genius, and he realized something great. People would go for ISWIS because it would lock them in.

Do you see? People didn’t want a wobbling here-and-there kind of perception. Who wants to wake up on a Tuesday morning and suddenly see life in a completely different way? Who wants that kind of shock to the system?

We have a famous statement here at the office. A TABLE IS A TABLE AND CHAIR IS A CHAIR. It sums up our whole attitude. If you bump your toe on the leg of a table, you feel it. Your toe doesn’t go through it, for God sakes. It’s a table. If it weighs thirty pounds on Monday, it weighs thirty pounds on Tuesday. It looks the same day after day. You can count on it. And that’s a function of how you see it.

I’m just giving you the straight story. You could buy a package that would give you a whole different table. In which case, your toe might pass right through that sucker—and then where would you be? I’ll tell you. You’d be one confused puppy. You don’t want to see a table that way, do you? Of course not. You don’t want to THINK something and have the table jump up off the carpet and hover in the air, do you?

Well, ISWIS takes care of all that for you. That’s why it’s the most popular perception package in the universe, bar none. Reliability. Consistency.

All those centuries and epochs ago, when I was a rookie training for this job, the guys let me try on a whole bunch of different perception packages, so I could see what I was up against, as far as our competitors went. I saw things I wouldn’t want to describe to you. Horrible things. And finally, when I was given ISWIS, our product, I felt like I was home.

I know. You’re asking, “Well, how were you seeing before you went into training for the company? What package were you sporting then?” That, my friends, is another whole story I might tell you another time. Right now, I’m focusing on ISWIS, because it’s my job and because I’m so proud of my track record. Justifiably so.

Anyway, ISWIS gives you the kind of stability you can count on for your whole life. And, believe me, that’s no small feat. We’ve built slow decay (SD) into the package, so things gradually deteriorate and give you a sense of even more consistency—because, think about it, do you really want that tree in your back yard to stay at one stage of growth forever? Do you? It might seem like a nice idea, but it would screw up the need for replacement, and then you’d get into the whole conundrum of THE BODY, too, and how long it should last. People like to think they want physical immortality, but if you give it to them (via some other package), they go crazy after a while. Because their problems, as well as their triumphs, never go away. I could show you a little planet where the inhabitants went for one of our competitor’s products. The suicide rate is over seventy percent! The place is a nuthouse!

ISWIS is time-tested. It’s as solid as solid can be made. It doesn’t break down.

But it does need boosters from time to time, and that’s why I’m here today talking to you.

Every twenty thousand years, we institute a planet-wide upgrade, just to make sure nothing breaks down. And you’re all due.

Now, you could refuse, in which case you take full responsibility for what happens, or you could do the right thing and just re-up. I have to tell you, our re-up rate is 99.859 percent. I’m proud of that figure.

By the way, the leftovers, the holdouts, the deniers, the self-styled rebels? The governments of your planet keep track of you. I feel obligated to let you know that. They assume they need to. Worse comes to worst, and your ISWIS breaks down, you’re going to fail to fit in. Most definitely you’re going to experience some things other people just won’t understand. You’re going to feel you’re in the outer darkness—and then who knows what you’ll do? So to preempt that, your governments will hunt you down and lock you up, or worse.

That’s not my doing, because I believe in the free market, but it’s part of my service to clue you into the whole picture.

But here is the good part. You can get your booster now, during our pre-op special, by simply signing for it and taking the pledge, and paying a mere sixty percent of of your annual income for the rest of your lives. Which when you think about it, is nothing for what you’re getting. Again, reliability, and consistency.

The pledge, which involves a few details concerning IMAGINATION, is for your own protection—because if you take imagination too far (and who knows how far that is, until it’s too late), you’ll set up what we call an interference field, which means that ISWIS will tend to malfunction. You don’t want that.

But you DO want a reason, a good reason to stick with ISWIS all the way. That’s just human psychology. You see things the way you do, because of our package, and therefore reality is what it is and nothing else—and you want to feel good about that. So you need a reason, a story, a good story that convinces you you’re doing the right thing. We know that from our market research, our profiling.

Well, the pledge IS your reason and your story. You take an oath, and then you hold your imagination in check. That’s exactly what you pledge to do.

We take the pledge very seriously, and to make sure you do, too, we have a little kicker. If you begin to imagine and invent and create beyond a certain degree of intensity (which is something we can track), we make a house call.

You don’t want to experience a house call. Some very bad things can happen during the course of one of those. I’ve been there, trust me.

And finally, I know some of you hearing me talk today are wondering whether I’m giving you the straight scoop or whether everything I’m telling you is just one big lie. I know that. I’ve been around.

You’re listening to me and you’re thinking, “This guy could be just another salesman. He could be conning me.”

Yeah, I’m used to that. But you see, I’ve got an ace in the hole. So it doesn’t matter to me whether you believe me or not. You want to know what my ace is?

You people, with a few exceptions, are always looking for something scary to explain why you’re not all you could be. Understand? You’re always searching and rooting around for something to blame your “situation” on. You want that. You always want to fall back on it. It’s your Plan B. You’re not all you can be because some “negative thing” keeps popping up and putting its hand around your throat. You love that. You really do. You’re into it. And, well, I’m that guy. I’m the scary guy who just walked through the door. So you’ll end up buying my sales pitch, whether you like it or not, because you need your excuse. You need it like a junkie needs his drug. Therefore, I’m not worried. I’m not worried a bit. You want me. You need me. I’m the boogie man. I’m the guy you can invoke, like some kind of religious figure, when you need to.

You can say, “I want to take my imagination out to an infinite degree, but I’m not going to do it, because bad things could happen, and because I need the salesman, he’s my life raft, and I also need ISWIS so I can keep seeing reality just like I’m seeing it now.”

I’ve got you.

You and your excuses.

The truth is—there is no ISWIS, and I’m not a salesman, and nothing bad will happen to you if you use your imagination infinitely, and if you do, you’ll eventually see that universe and reality are simply a product of mind and you’ll be able to change them, and you’ll do magic.

But how many of you want to give up your fall-back position and your addiction to explaining things by invoking scary forces?

Yeah. That’s what I thought. So you see, I can sell you ISWIS even though it doesn’t exist, and I can collect my commission on and on and on, even though I’m not a salesman. And you’ll buy it.

So here’s the contract and the pledge, and they’re completely phony, and sign on the dotted line, and pay the fee, and we’re done.

Thank you very much.

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BREAKING RULES OF ORDINARY REALITY

THE FIRST SESSION OF THE MAGIC THEATER IS SCHEDULED

SEPTEMBER 23, 2011. Rules of ordinary reality—rule one: what a person can imagine, he accepts; what he can’t imagine, he calls crazy.

You say to him, “Last night, I went and saw a play where the main character is a grasshopper who’s the head of the New York mafia.”

He’s likely to say: “That’s insane.”

But privately, later on, perhaps he chews on that a little. “You know, it might be funny to see a grasshopper playing a gangster.”

So he goes to the theater, secretly, a week later, and to his amazement—fear drenching his body—he hears his name. The director walks out on stage before the performance and says, “Mr. Jones, come up here. You’re playing the grasshopper tonight.”

Jones knows he’s going to die. In the next few seconds, he’s going to

fold up and collapse in the aisle and breathe his last breath.

And all because he can’t imagine playing a grasshopper.

That’s how tight ordinary reality can get for some people.

And they convince themselves that, even on the off-chance experience exists beyond their own imagination, it would do no one any good to think about it.

It would be irrelevant. It would be a meaningless waste of time. It would improve nothing.

In working Magic Theater dialogue with a private client, I asked him what he thought of the astral plane.

“I’ve heard about it and read about it,” he said. “But I don’t believe in it.”

So then I asked him whether he could pretend he believed in it, in order to play a role that was centered in an astral locale.

“Why should I want to do that?” he said. “What difference would it make?”

“It has to a be a real role to make any difference?”

“Of course,” he said.

After some conversation, he agreed to try to do the role, which was: The King of Astral Locale 1. The king was in charge of putting on celebrations—which in that place were continuous. (I made up the role.)

Well, after an hour or so of dialogue, in which I played the client and he played the King, the effect became explosive. His whole “affect,” as psychologists like to call it, changed. He became much more expressive. He looked like he had just escaped from a prison and was seeing sunlight for the first time in years.

A month later, he told me his life had changed during that hour of Magic Theater. He indicated he’d previously believed his existence was a straight line, and now he was seeing all manner of things he’d missed along the way. “For a little while, every day,” he said, “I’m happy. I haven’t felt really happy since I was thirteen.”

Yet, of course, he still didn’t believe in the astral plane. But who cares? That wasn’t the point. I didn’t need to believe in it, either. The point was to get him to play the role. To move him beyond the steel wall he’d put across his imagination.

This is something it’s hard to show some people. You can take on a role and speak from that role—and the role can be seemingly absurd. But when you speak from it, walls come down. Boundaries dissolve. Even though it’s all sheer invention and improvisation.

On the surface, it might seem the whole effect is achieved because the person “gets outside himself.” That’s just the beginning, though. There is much more to it than that. New energies are invented. New space is invented. New emotions or dormant emotions are tapped into. The ironclad conviction that reality consists of ABC and not DEF is snapped in half.

I had a client who was a working actor. We had sessions on the phone every week. When it came time to do Magic Theater, he assured me he’d played every conceivable role in small theater and in acting classes. He was already a pro at improvisation.

So I started him off with the role of “dissatisfied actor who talks to God in the afterlife,” and I played God. We did that dialogue, and then we switched parts. I was the dissatisfied actor and he was God. That opened up things.

In our next session, I asked him which parent of his he’d rather not see for lunch. His mother, he told me. The very prosiac role of mother. So that’s who I played, and he played himself. And then we switched. That opened up things more. He was feeling better.

The third week, I told him he was going to play “an actor who’s now 80 years old and has been through it all and seen it all, and is encased in a coat of shellac and pickled in years of booze.” And I would be “the freest man in the universe.” That dialogue went on for quite a while, during which he tried to dissuade me from my freedom. He tried every tactic he could think of. And when we switched, the role of “freest man in the universe” was his, and I was the 80-year-old cynical actor. He broke through. It took him a while. He cooked up one situation after another in which he was totally liberated from all earthly concerns. He became the god Mercury and Krishna and Buddha and a space trader in his own ship and all sorts of other personae. I can’t imagine he ever enjoyed playing a role as much as this one. He was quite fantastic.

At the end, he just said, “This was the one I’ve been waiting to play all my life, and I didn’t know it.”

And that was his launching pad into a new future.

It hadn’t been easy, but it was a hell of a lot easier than going downhill for years and years as a disillusioned actor.

It sit here and watch some of the clips from the UN, where the issue of Palestinian statehood is being argued, and I think about how these pathetic, conniving, sold-out, sad little tragicomic politicians are playing their parts—and what would happen if they could bring themselves to play EACH OTHER, to take on those roles and improvise them, hour after hour in the chamber. I think about how much laughter would eventually break out and how, against their better judgment, they would all eventually pass the point of no return and realize what a hoax they’d been perpetrating, how much life they’ve been hiding under wraps for the sake of attaining and keeping their precious positions. I think about what other far more adventurous parts they could then go on to play in the Magic Theater—and how desperately they really want to play those parts, underneath it all.

“Let me! Let me! Let me be the grasshopper who runs the mafia in New York! Let me be the King of Astral Locale 1. Let me be the freest man in the universe! Let me be God! Let me be that moron, the mayor of New York! Oh Yes! Let me be an 80-year-old actor who’s addled by booze! Let me be the sap rising through spring trees in Central Park! Let me be a beggar on a planet a billion light years from Earth! Let me be anything other than what I am!”

For all the world to see. Finally.

This was the dream and the agenda of JL Moreno, the genius of the 20^th century, who invented Psychodrama; and the Magic Theater is the extension of that into Roles Unlimited, imagination unlimited, improvisation unlimited.

And you can think about this: What if the hard inflexible rules of the physical universe itself, as they are understood and worshiped, are as inflexible as they are BECAUSE they are locked together with the inflexible roles we play?

What if this giant room called universe and all the bottom-line objects in it seem to be so FINAL and unyielding, because the roles we stick to, in the stage play called life, also seem so final?

What if, eventually, we can discover—FROM EXPERIENCE in the Magic Theater—that universe is a product of mind and we can deal with it DIRECTLY on that basis?

The first workshop of the Magic Theater will take place in San Diego on December 10. If you are interested in coming, email me at qjrconsulting@gmail.com, and I will supply details.

Jon Rappoport

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WORLDS IN THE MATRIX

SEPTEMBER 21, 2011. I want to give my readers advance notice that I’m preparing a new huge (and I mean huge) product for launch within the next month. The final title has not yet been chosen, so the tentative name is The Matrix Project.

Details will follow soon. Stay tuned.

In the Matrix, we find worlds (systems) within worlds. This is a main feature of Matrix complexity, or labyrinth. Each world, or “painting,” is a whole, and then each world upholds other such worlds.

In the Matrix, there is an operating principle that overshadows all other principles: once controllers choose a key fact, a key piece of information, they then organize other facts that fall into dimensional perspective relative to their central theme.

As an analogy, consider the strategy of realistic painters. They choose their main subject, the person or object they want to feature on the canvas, and then they arrange perspective so that all other persons and objects take their sizes and positions relative to that main character.

This accomplishes something major: it bolsters the feeling that the main character is, indeed, important—because everything else lines up in relation to it.

And of course, we normally perceive reality in the same way. If you’re walking down the street to an appointment in an office building, and you can see the building ahead in the next block, it becomes the main event of the moment, and you see other objects and people on the street as organized around it.

It’s neat, simple, workable.

But what happens when some “architect’s” main character or premise or theme or fact is intentionally false to begin with? What happens then?

You have a consensus around a vacuum.

Although I didn’t quite see it that way, in 1988, when I published my first book, AIDS INC., I see it quite clearly now.

The central factoid in the whole AIDS saga is, of course, HIV.

Once that is asserted as the cause of AIDS, large numbers of experts begin to flesh out the rest of the landscape, setting perspective and dimension and size and position of objects RELATIVE TO HIV.

Which naturally becomes quite convincing, because whenever you place a fact (true or not) in the primary position, position number 1, and then arrange all other facts to shore up number1, you give the impression that you are right and correct. The overall picture yields that conclusion.

All the sub-information streaming from the smaller satellite facts feeds into the number 1 fact, and as a whole, the entire “painting,” the entire structure is MUTUALLY SUPPORTIVE.

This is a powerful effect. No matter where you plug into the structure, the world, the painting, you will find yourself traveling to the central fact, and you will also find yourself traveling to all the subsidiary facts. Everything connects to everything. It’s very convincing.

Some of the most enjoyable crime novels are those in which the case appears to be closed—the primary suspect is put on trial because all available facts and evidence point directly to him. And then the hero comes along and deconstructs the evidence and shows that the picture was false and the real criminal “is still out there.” These stories are enjoyable because they tap into our suspicion that Matrix constructions are clever lies.

But they are much more than clever lies.

Take this example from AIDS INC: In 1985, scientists adopted a new view of antibodies. Up until that time, the body’s production of antibodies “against a particular germ” was generally taken as a good sign. It meant the immune system was working properly and warding off the germ. But suddenly, antibodies against HIV were said to signify desperate trouble for the patient: the patient was very ill, or would become very ill.

In fact, this was the whole reason given for using a test for antibodies as a way of diagnosing pre-AIDS or AIDS.

Why this sudden shift in how antibodies were interpreted?

Well, it took me a while to figure it out, but it was really quite simple. There was a PRIOR assumption that HIV was a lethal virus, and therefore any contact with it signaled probable death. Well, antibodies revealed that, in fact, the patient HAD contacted HIV. Therefore, grave consequences.

So now there were several “facts” contributing to an overall “painting” of AIDS: HIV, the killer germ; antibodies against HIV, indicating that the person had contacted HIV; and the inference that, without successful treatment, the patient would die.

Each “fact” supported each other fact. Each “fact” fed into each other fact. Each “rock in the stream” was washed by the same water.

This is enough to convince most people of truth. This is all it takes.

“Well, wherever I look, I see further confirmation that the number 1 fact is true. All signs point to it. All roads lead to Rome.”

Okay. Go into a shoe store and take one of the salesmen to lunch. Pay him a nice fee for cooperation, go with him to a costume store, rent a minister’s robe, rent out a church for a few hours, pay people on the street to come in and sit in the pews, hire an organist to play some doleful hymn—and then bring in a few folks from a Salvation Army office. Sit them down.

They will assume the shoe salesman is a minister. All facts point to it. The chapel, the music, the congregation, the podium, the robe he’s wearing, his position as the number 1 fact, right up there on the stage, the focus of every person in the room. What’s to doubt? What’s to question? The man has a congregation, which exists in relation to him.

When I was writing AIDS INC., I began to wonder, finally, how scientists had proved HIV caused AIDS. I broke the spell. I questioned the central theme, the number 1 fact. But this was months after intensive research. It took me that long to peer around the whole structure, to throw off the convincing nature of the entire, mutually-feeding world. Everywhere I had looked, all roads led to HIV. All sub-facts propped up the number 1 fact. And the organization of all those sub-facts—their size and position—relative to the number 1 fact, was fairly tight. At least I thought so.

And then somebody whispered in my ear: “Question the number 1 fact.”

When I did, I found holes. Gaping holes. The world of AIDS had been spun as a clever illusion around NON-FACT number 1. That’s what AIDS INC. turned into—my investigation of the holes.

The more I investigated, the more shoddy and cheesy that world became. Whereas, at first, it appeared very polished, I began to see it as a series of cheap infomercial ads promoted by a guy with a phony deep baritone.

In those days a reporter could get to actual scientists, rather than PR flacks—and I discovered that these scientists were also front men. They were winging it at every turn, covering for themselves and their colleagues with bizarre statements that made no sense.

The capper on the whole phony world was: if HIV had never been proved to cause AIDS, if the number 1 fact was not a fact at all, then what did the word “AIDS” mean? What the did the TITLE, THE NAME OF THAT WORLD signify?

And the answer was: nothing.

Yes, people were dying. But from what? Were they all dying from the same cause? Was that a justifiable assertion? Again, the answer was: no.

In other words, people who were dying had been ORGANIZED, from an ivory tower, as identical factoids, in a perspective that seemed to point to HIV, but didn’t.

I offered MUCH detail on all this in the book.

Subjectively speaking, although I didn’t use the word Matrix at the time, I felt I was emerging out of a fog of acceptance of something that was representative of, well, a whole STYLE of architecture. Reality architecture. As in, this is how you design reality. This is how you create a world within a world. This is how you organize and distribute and position a vast array of “facts,” in order to fabricate a sphere—a sphere inside which you can place billions of people, billions of minds.

It was, to say the least, a jolt. On several counts.

Many, many people who were ill (and not ill) were being led to the slaughter, because after an HIV diagnosis, they were being fed an extraordinarily toxic drug, AZT, which prevented cells of the body from replicating. AZT was, in fact, a failed chemo drug.

Scientists of the highest reputation, at the highest levels of the research establishment were, consciously and unconsciously, aiding and abetting this program.

Media stalwarts were climbing on this bandwagon without registering a single doubt.

At the same time, I felt a fiery invigoration, because I had waded through miles of interconnecting roads in this AIDS world and emerged from them, armed with the knowledge about how you build a considerable section of Matrix, and I knew this would be important and it would stand me in good stead from that moment on. I knew I would get the word out, and other people (no matter how many or how few) would begin to see THE REAL AIDS STORY. And if they could make inferences from that, they would also know how other worlds within worlds were built, to confine and deceive and confuse and obfuscate and cause great harm.

It was then that some of my old connections as a reporter began to make a new kind of sense—there were people, insiders, I had interviewed off the record, who were trying to tell me, essentially, about Matrix techniques and strategies…only I hadn’t truly appreciated it. I could go back to them now and re-interview them and add to the knowledge I had absorbed from writing and researching AIDS INC. So I did go back to them. I did interview them.

Two years after AIDS INC was published, my friend and colleague, hypnotherapist Jack True, met me for supper at a cafe in Santa Monica. We talked about the book, and then later that night, we sat down for one of of many interviews I did with him.

He didn’t waste any time. He jumped in with this:

“It’s time you grab the whole story by the throat. Whether or you know it or not, you realized, from the beginning, that your investigation of AIDS was going to turn out to be a breakthrough. But you need to go further. EVERYTHING in the world partakes of that same aspect. It’s all BACKWARDS REALITY. You’ve had telepathic experiences. Lots of them. What do you think they mean? Reality is constructed to minimize and dampen the paranormal. It’s a foreshortened perspective of what actually exists, within us. It’s the same kind of cover story [as AIDS], with different items in it. It’s built the same way. It’s ARCHITECTURE. A stunted form of architecture, posing as THE ONE AND ONLY. Get with it. You know this. Push it. You’ve just gotten off the launching pad. Don’t stop.”

So I didn’t stop.

More coming…

Jon Rappoport

www.nomorefakenews.com

qjrconsulting@gmail.com

DOES HIV EXIST? RADIO ALERT!

SEPTEMBER 21, 2011. Okay, folks, I’m getting this one out to you in a hurry, because a radio show on this subject airs in less than 3 hours. I’ll give you the URLs for the show today and the archive.

The radio host is my friend, Robert Scott Bell, whom I’ve worked with many times over the years. Today, he’ll explore Brent Leung’s new film, THE EMPEROR’S NEW VIRUS, which takes up the question: DOES HIV EXIST?

Don’t miss it. After I wrote AIDS INC., in 1988, which was the first book to reject the idea that HIV caused AIDS, I saw that the next big question was: did they ever isolate HIV in the first place? Did they ever find it? Is it a real virus? Others took up that question and debates moved along, and still move along.

Well, today’s show will begin to attack that question directly with interviews and commentary.

To listen live, today, Sept. 21, at noon EDT:

http://www.naturalnewsradio.com/

To pick up the show in the archive:

http://www.naturalnewsradio.com/Archive-RobertScottBell.asp

As you’ll understand, as you listen, this issue spreads out into the whole question of the reliability and validity of various medical diagnostic tests.

Jon Rappoport

www.nomorefakenews.com

SHORT-CUT DESIRE

SEPTEMBER 20, 2011. People look for what they desire, they fasten on to something, they pursue it, and then they express disappointment somewhere along the line. They tend to attribute their regret to a lack of strategy or follow-through, but that’s not it. Not really.

The problem came right at the beginning. The desire they picked out of a hat was superficial, it didn’t engage them at a deep enough level.

But going to the necessary level seems to have its own problems.

“Suppose what I find there is too formidable? Suppose I can’t make it work? Suppose other people will think I’m weird?” Suppose, suppose, suppose.

Well, what did you think life was? Picking a better shade of nail polish? Buying a slightly more attractive doily than the last doily? Watering the lawn with a hose that has a wider spray? Seeing a movie in 3-D rather than 2-D? Replacing the picture of a saint on your mantle with a larger picture of the saint?

Exhaustion and burn-out occur when you’re pursuing a desire you don’t really want.

Modern society mainly consists of finding activities that nudge adrenaline, after burnout has already occurred.

Faced with all this, many people decide desire itself is a misdirection. Instead, they should be rising above all desire, or they should spend all their time tending to the needs of others.

I’m not demeaning helping others. But suppose this is the real formulation: “I’ve given up on myself, so the only thing left is to assist everyone else.” How does that sound? Or how about this: “I can’t summon up energy for my own life, so I’ll find energy in the struggles of others.”

In case it isn’t obvious, there has never been a time when the struggles of others weren’t a crisis. It isn’t just today. And giving aid and assistance is a good thing. But when it becomes a substitute for self, and when somebody gets the idea he needs to reduce himself to zero in order to be of service, that’s a different story.

What I’m talking about is stagnation of self. Things appear pretty much the same every day. It doesn’t look like there is a way out. But what’s actually happening is this: the person has built up many layers of cotton between himself and what he really wants.

And woven into those layers are all sorts of reasons why, even if he did discover what he truly wants, he can’t move forward and get it.

Several years ago, I ran into an old friend I hadn’t seen in 30 years. The last time I knew him, he was a musician and a very good one. He’d taken up an instrument one day, when he was thirteen, and in a few months he’d made remarkable progress. He was very talented and very smart. Well, in the interim, from what I could gather, he’d been through three or four careers—none of them particularly rewarding. And now he was a blank. He’d gone down some “spiritual path,” and it was an energy drain.

There he was. Taking on one lesser desire after another.

All present realities are shams, in the sense that what has yet to be discovered and created is far more galvanizing than what already exists.

If you’re going to pick a struggle, let it begin with finding something you REALLY desire.

Jon Rappoport

www.nomorefakenews.com

qjrconsulting@gmail.com

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