JON RAPPOPORT DESCRIBES HIS CONSULTING

Imagination envisions new realities. That’s the starting point.

After that, we come to the fact that, with sufficient deployment of imagination, a person then looks at his own steady-state reality and realizes it is provisional, subject to change.

His chronic reality isn’t as solid and final as he thought it was.

This new understanding isn’t just an intellectual speculation. It’s based on experience.

In my consulting work with private clients, I conduct imagination exercises to bring about this experience.

You could look at it this way: if you want to build up your body, you go to the gym and work out. Most people never think of “going to the imagination gym.” They don’t work on developing this vital and fantastic capacity, this imagination. They let it remain in the background of their lives.

Your imagination contains power that is stunning. It’s a shame to let it go to waste.

My clue about imagination comes from my work as an artist over the last 50 years, my friendship with a man I believe was the most innovative hypnotherapist of his time, Jack True, and my study of the ancient practices of Tibetan magicians.

In Tibet, once upon a time, it was understood that imagination was the key to enlightenment. This was front and center in their spiritual practices and exercises. Their “gym” was intense. It was the core of their commitment.

There are several levels or types of reality. One is what you see around you every day, and what you discover online or on television. Another is your own interior reality, which is less defined, but which exerts a powerful influence on the way you deal with people, relationships, situations, goals, work, and future. A third reality is what you can envision, based on what you truly desire. Some people have only a vague notion about this third level.

It turns out that all three types of reality are subject to change.

In my work with clients, I approach imagination as the key that unlocks all the doors.

I also know that people tend to wonder how they can really USE imagination. It’s not clear to them. They need lots of experience using it. That’s why I spent a lot of years inventing and developing imagination exercises. If you want to understand a tool, an instrument, you need to employ it. You need to employ it extensively.

That’s what happens in my phone sessions with private clients.

My first client, 30 years ago, was a man who described himself as “an engineer with vague pretensions of being an inventor.” He worked for a large corporation in Southern California. He wanted to make a breakthrough and invent…he didn’t know what and he didn’t know how.

So I told him we would have a number of sessions and I would lead him through imagination techniques that could help him.

Three months later, he was telling me his marriage had improved to a fantastic degree. That was completely unexpected. That was the first big change. It wasn’t immediately apparent how these techniques had brought about the change.

But soon he told me. He said he realized he had been looking at his marriage through “a certain kind of lens,” and that lens was HIS OWN INVENTION. He saw this. It was quite vivid to him. Long ago, he had constructed the lens, and by seeing everything in his marriage through it, he was gradually destroying the best relationship in his life.

And now there was no need for that. He began seeing his wife as he had when they’d first met. When they’d fallen in love.

As he and I continued to work, he started making sketches of several inventions he was imagining, and those sketches became drawings and plans and blueprints, and finally, prototypes. One of them, a year later, was his ticket out of the job he didn’t want any longer.

On the day he quit the job, he wrote me a note: “When I was a young man, I came to California because I felt the pull of great energy in the Space program. I was thrilled to enter the scene. It was my great goal to be a part of the effort. Now I realize that was, on my side of things, all about the power of imagination. I was imagining a future so intense and adventurous. And then, as time went by, I let it slip away. I allowed myself to become ground down in the politics, the cynicism, the bureaucracy. Now I’ve got it back. I’m so much more conscious this time around. I’m not going to let it slip away again. But even more, I know my imagination is a key to levels of consciousness I hadn’t dreamed existed. That’s the biggest thing…”

His letter sums up so much of what we go through in life. It starts out high, wide, and handsome, with tremendous energy and purpose, but then, gradually, the vision fades and the emotion loses some of its power. We settle for less. We make “adjustments.” We think of this as “being realistic.”

But the dream of the vision and its fulfillment never really goes away. Some part of us remains on alert for the opportunity to start over, with more wisdom, but with that same boundless and open enthusiasm.

That’s where imagination comes in, because that’s where the enthusiasm lives.

We can get it back, and more, if we start by realizing imagination has never vanished. It’s a potential energy, and it needs to be tapped into.

I’ve been through lots of ups and downs, and I’ve always come out the other side, because I know, in my bones, that ordinary repetitive reality is just a prelude to the main event—which is created through and by imagination at full bore.

Will wonders ever cease?

No, they won’t, if we give them a solid chance.

Jon Rappoport

www.nomorefakenews.com

qjrconsulting@gmail.com

WHERE DID ALL THE MONEY GO?

AUGUST 14, 2011. From time to time, I get emails asking me what independent researchers can do to expose important scandals that reflect the way politics are really done in this country.

Well, I have a suggestion.

Let’s take the year 1950 as a starting point. The challenge would be to document the flow of local, state, and federal aid monies directed at inner cities living in grinding poverty—from 1950 to the present.

And answer the following questions.

How much money, in toto, are we talking about? Excluding welfare $$ given to individuals.

What was done with all that money?

What was built?

Why did the aid money obviously fail to bring about the stated objective?

How much money was diverted into projects for which it wasn’t designated? How much was stolen, and by whom?

Who should have noticed, and why didn’t they speak up?

To the degree that aid monies were supposed to fund local entrepreneurs and their start-up businesses, how did that work out?

Take a close look at several institutions traditionally active in inner cities—churches, community organizations, hospitals, and gangs—and assess how they influenced the aid monies.

Find out whether any of the aid money was targeted for community food farms, and if so, what happened to those urban farms.

And what was the use and outcome of all aid designed to improve education?

Just as a comprehensive history of US foreign aid to nations (governments) around the world would be most informative, we need the same kind of history vis-a-vis inner cities in America.

It’s not enough for pundits to say we must have more federal money for inner cities. We should know what actually happened to all the money that already went there.

To say something is fishy here is a vast understatement.

Since under our present system the endless invention of money has limits, and since severe government spending cutbacks appear to be on the horizon, it would be helpful to know how past monies were used, misused, and stolen.

Once this can of worms is opened, I’m sure the revelations will come spilling out. (And again, we’re not even talking about welfare or unemployment benefits extended to residents of inner cities.)

If you owned a business, and you noticed that allocations to one branch of that business had produced, over time, glaring negative results, wouldn’t you investigate? And suppose, in your investigation, you discover that the funds you sent to the failing branch had been systemically diverted, so that you have, in your midst, what amounts to a money laundering operation? Or a dozen different laundries? Would that be a little unsettling?

Jon Rappoport

www.nomorefakenews.com

qjrconsulting@gmail.com

THE NON-MOLECULES OF MAGIC

AUGUST 8, 2011. Once upon a time, human beings lived in cultures where images were alive. What we now call superstitions were, to them, gods and demons and intermediary entities that transmitted or stole the juice and the energy and the power of life.

It’s nearly impossible to project ourselves into such an environment and experience the burgeoning passions that infused experience—because a great shift has occurred.

The West entered, with anticipation, a temple of the bald Sampson, where images disappeared, were swallowed up, were replaced by so-called rational faith.

This eventually precipitated a crisis. If you don’t have, or believe in, images that live and breathe and are intimately connected with life-force, how do you replace them? How do you avoid becoming pallid skeletons of science, whose productions never impart that same fire?

This crisis is reflected all around us every day.

We have become liberated, and in this liberation we are left with emptiness. On top of that, we have decided to assume that passions of the soul should be modulated, like elevator music, to somehow join with our advanced knowledge, in harmonic balance.

It’s no balance; it’s timidity, and this attitude makes us prey to an eerie tolerance of all opinion and custom and point of view and aspiration and stretched-out egalitarianism and even criminal action. Giving no offense, under any circumstances, for any reason, is now the coin of the realm.

You might say, with accurate assessment, that these are qualities of the successful salesman. And that is what so many of us have become: ambassadors of the vague and dessicated pulse of our “rational culture.”

We even think of it in religious terms. The message of this church is the honed and blown-dry embrace of Anything. As if this was the message of Jesus and Buddha and Krishna and other teachers of our blurry past.

To counterbalance this bleached present, many of us are drawn into dark theaters to watch suburban humans turned into bloodsucking harpooned-tooth neck fetishists and genetic mistakes and hair-sprouting wolves and irradiated monsters or heroes.

It’s the instant-coffee version of ancient Dionysian adventure. And the depiction of gym-sex on the screen wouldn’t stir the interest of a mouse in a barn.

Was this why and for what we abandoned the mysteries of the epoch of magic?

For freckled children in a British academy laboring over a paranormal costume drama, tricked out with the accoutrement of grottoes and dark halls?

The crisis on our hands now is not one that is going to go away. It is not going to recede as magic once receded. Because there WAS a reason we liberated ourselves from the Middle Ages and even the Renaissance, and until we find it and face it and deeply accept the new struggle, we are going to see this simulacrum culture of ours make endless cartoons of itself in dried out oceans of concrete.

For what we need to do now, pharmaceuticals and brain research and genetic manipulation and cyber-affectation and instant global communication and medical messiahs and worship (or desecration) of profit-making idols hold no answers.

The rise of the global spectator and the Magellan journeying for hidden information are merely symptoms of the grand postponement.

Make no mistake about it, we are dealing with a genuine struggle, and because of that we can discount the possible breakthrough of billions of people—since they have tuned themselves to A Great Arrival of an external force that will, all by itself, pleasantly and forever, alter the landscape. The billions have buried themselves in a mental construct that preaches the doctrine of The Labyrinth Unwinding and Revealing Itself. And given that, the prospect of taking great action, and overcoming massive inertia, is anathema. Is seemingly “a very bad fit.” Is mystifying. Is jolting. Is alarming. Is a “miscalculation.” Is absurd. Is the very opposite of what our culturally accumulated knowledge tells us is right and correct and plausible.

If you are a spectator, you are forced to think the Answer will come in through your receptors, and if you are a hound of arcane information, you are forced to believe you will eventually stumble across a Prime can opener.

In either event, you want to define the terms of the struggle. But suppose it is another sort of animal altogether? Suppose what took us into the age of rationality was, in some way, connected to the realization that we were, all along, inventing our own demons and gods and demigods and entities of great life-force—and although that knowledge has been shoved into the background, as trivial and passe, while technology has soared, it is still with us, and it overshadows all our machines and their power.

It is the message: we are the majestic and wild creatures we built the temples to.

We are the makers; we are the architects of all the dreams—and not through some compensatory impulse, but because WE CREATE. That is our natural inclination and the source of our ecstasy. It is only civilization that seems to cast us in opposite roles. It is only our fear that has impelled us to invent these civilizations, to keep us from being what we are and living it out.

That is the cosmic joke, if you are looking for one.

Our societies and civilizations are arranged to make it seem as if imagination is a preposterous choice—when, in fact, that is what we are here for.

Societies are actually in a parallel satellite universe, and the prime universe is all imagination.

The subconscious, to the degree that it still exists, is mainly composed of two layers: a cultural synthetic which the person himself supplies with what he thinks should be there, and fragments of his own imaginative excursions. In both cases it is art; one, imitative, the other original.

The underlying cry of our age is: HOW CAN I CREATE?

The conclusion is: we will do anything to avoid it.

And the universal compliant is: I DON’T UNDERSTAND.

NEVERLESS, WE ARE THE ARTISTS AND THERE ARE NO LIMITS.

While, in the deep past, we sucked the marrow out of the bones of the gods we invented and thereby felt enormous passions, we knew there was a missing piece, and that piece was an abyss over which we were hanging. So we came all this way to find out that we authored the labyrinth. We built the paths that gave us joy and terror, and now we can consciously and spontaneously make new worlds without end. Not as engineers, but as magicians.

Swallowing that stark truth may be hard, may be upsetting, but it IS why we made the voyage.

And then pulled our punches.

This is no archaic revival. It’s now, today and tomorrow.

Are we supposed to say that Michelangelo and Leonardo and Piero made their great works along religious themes, but we, who know so much more, can only put up, against that, our machines?

The universe is waiting for imagination for revolutionize it down to its core.

JON RAPPOPORT

www.nomorefakenews.com

qjrconsulting@gmail.com