THE NAZI INFLUENCE

 

THE NAZI INFLUENCE

 

AND SECRET SOCIETIES

 

JUNE 23, 2011. In my e-book, THE SECRET BEHIND SECRET SOCIETIES, I mention the Nazis. Who wouldn’t?

 

You can order the book to read about several slants on their influence. www.nomorefakenews.com

 

One mustn’t forget IG Farben, the infamous chemical cartel that pushed Hitler over the top into power in Germany.

 

One of its lasting legacies is the multi-national corporation, expanded out into titanic proportions. Farben didn’t just buy smaller companies, it forged agreements with huge corporations: Standard Oil; Rhone-Poulenc; Imperial Chemical Industries; Du Pont; Dow.

 

This was an attempt to remake the planet in terms of power.

 

Farben held important cards. It employed brilliant chemists who, in some ways, were far out ahead of its competitors. Farben was all about synthetics. Rubber, oil, dyes.

 

Farben saw itself as a modern version of the old alchemists. Transforming one substance into another. It came to believe that, with enough time, it would be able to make anything from anything. It envisioned labs in which basic chemical facts would be extended so that, in practice, elements and compounds would be virtually interchangeable.

 

This was in line with the Nazi obsession to discover the lost secrets of the mythical Aryan race and then reconstitute it with selective breeding, genetic engineering, and of course the mass murder of “lesser peoples.”

 

On one level, there was the idea of chemical transformations, and on another level, the transformation of the human species.

 

It was really all one piece. The Nazi ideology was the glue.

 

It was the picture of scientism—the philosophy that asserts science should absolutely rule all facets of life. Nazi Germany showed the world what that philosophy looks like in practice. For example, Farben had prisoners shipped from Auschwitz to its nearby facility, where horrendous medical/pharmaceutical experiments were carried out on them.

 

At the end of World War 2, the Farben executives were put on trial and, despite the efforts of Telford Taylor, the chief US prosecutor, the sentences handed out were light.

 

There was a reason for this. A new world was coming into being, and mega-corporations and cartels were at the heart of it. They would be the engines driving the global economy. It was colonialism with a different face, the East India company running on technology and industry and a planetary reach beyond anything ever attempted.

 

So the Farben moguls, and those like them, were seen by many as designers of the new “peace.”

 

When you consider the total volume of international trade of goods today—the largest 300 corporations in the world are responsible for an unbelievable percentage of it…perhaps as high as 25%.

 

So now you see another reason why these treaties like GATT and NAFTA and CAFTA have been launched. Mega-corporations want to be able to ship goods from one nation to another without paying tariffs, which otherwise would cost them an extraordinary amount of money. For these corporations, nations don’t really exists anymore—they are inconvenient fictions.

 

Farben envisioned and planned for this kind of licentious freedom. It saw itself as more than a German cartel. It was already international, and it was moving toward domination.

 

However, more powerful forces would overtake it—and I’m not just talking about American soldiers. In the sphere of international influence, there are what I call the Plan A and Plan B people. The Plan A controllers (think Rockefeller dynasty, among others) opted for a softer, gentler approach, a more covert program, whereby, over a long period of time, the world population would be brought under a global management system, in which mega-corporations would play a central role. The Plan B people, Nazis and their allied interests, wanted crushing force and violence to achieve a somewhat similar goal in a much shorter period of time—with Germany as the leading prow of the movement.

 

It is in the arena of pharmaceutical domination that one of Farben’s goals has endured. Two of its original components, Bayer and Hoechst, have survived and prospered.

 

For a number of years, I’ve researched and published on this subject. Deaths, maiming, destruction, poisoning—these are correct assessments of the overall effects of drug-based medicine. Judging solely by these effects, one could say that war by other means has continued after 1945. And the fronts of devastation have spread.

 

Nazism was a secret society, even though many of its actions were visible to the whole world.

 

You can read more in The Secret Behind Secret Societies.

 

JON RAPPOPORT

www.nomorefakenews.com

qjrconsulting@gmail.com

 

 

TO ALL MY READERS

 

TO ALL MY READERS

 

THE SECRET SOCIETIES

 

JUNE 22, 2011. Well, my book, THE SECRET BEHIND SECRET SOCIETIES, is now an e-book. It can be ordered on my site:

www.nomorefakenews.com

 

I came to write it in 1998, for my publisher, Bonnie Lange, after several conversations.

 

I had three books in mind at the time, and no clear idea about which one to jump into.

 

I was sitting at home making notes and the title popped into my head. I wrote it down and went outside and took a long walk.

 

This wasn’t one of the three books. It was something else entirely, and I felt very excited, because I could sense a balance-scale shifting.

 

Right away, I wanted to pursue the book badly, but I wasn’t sure a publisher would go for it. It was one of those “too good to be true” ideas.

 

It would change everything I’d been doing.

 

Of course, Bonnie Lange was a publisher unlike any I’d ever known or heard of. Her instincts were so intense and adventurous…

 

Back at home, my notes piled up. “Not only about secret societies, about history itself.” “Buried traditions.” “The world through a different kind of lens.” “A secret society can have a deceptive benevolent face.” “Paranormal healing finding its place in the world.” “The mass projection of false reality.” “Two layers of a control apparatus, conscious and unconscious.” “The legacy of theIlluminati.”

 

And then there was Richard Jenkins, the healer in New York I’d met almost 40 years earlier. He had to be part of it. Our friendship had confirmed everything I’d thought up to that time about hidden realities.

 

The next day, I drove to the Truth Seeker offices in Rancho Bernardo and went in to see Bonnie.

 

So,” she said, “you have an idea.”

 

Yes,” I said. “I’ve made notes.”

 

What’s the title?”

 

The Secret Behind Secret Societies.”

 

She smiled.

 

Write it,” she said. “That’s the book I want.”

 

We didn’t discuss my notes or ideas. We didn’t discuss anything else.

 

She knew; I knew; and that was that.

 

I was instantly on a superhighway.

 

I went home and started to work.

 

For the next six months, I wrote like crazy. As I remember it, not once during that time did Bonnie and I discuss the book.

 

When it was done, I took it in to her.

 

She spent the next week reading it—and immediately set it up on a short ramp to publication.

 

This book is what I’ve been looking for,” she told me. “This is the missing piece in the puzzle. The intellectual heritage of the Truth Seeker goes back to Thomas Paine, and now we have the next step.”

 

There was no turning back. The prior 16 years of my life as a reporter were, in a sense, a preparation for the shift that was now coming. In the book, I’d made a stand. I’d taken ideas that had been percolating for very long time and put them front and center.

 

This is the book that changed everything for me.

 

I rode out of that experience into the future I knew I wanted.

 

Whatever I’ve built since then in my work began there.

 

…So this is a good day. Finally, the book is available in e-format, so anyone on the planet can get it instantly. Many thanks to Bonnie, to my wife, Laura, and to Sue Toftee at SCICN, Laura’s clinic, for their help.

 

When you see your best ideas reflected back at you in print, it does something. It confirms your deepest hopes, and it proves that manifestation and materialization aren’t idle dreams.

 

The world is not what we think it is in our ordinary moments. If I were writing the book again, I might put that sentence on the title page.

 

But I’d also write this: We are much more than we thought we were.

 

For the past ten years, I’ve been writing and publishing a wide river of free articles online. If you want to help support this effort and, at the same time, read the book that underlies everything I’m doing, order a copy at my site.

 

And thanks to you, for sticking with me, whether it’s been for a little while, or, in many cases, for all these years.

 

The work goes on…

 

JON RAPPOPORT

www.nomorefakenews.com

qjrconsulting@gmail.com

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Astronaut Debrief

by Jon Rappoport

June 22, 2011

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Here is what he said in a closed room in Houston when he came back. Here is what he told the men at the table.

“You see it wasn’t just a planet, it was a portal. That was the thing it took me so long to figure out. But when I finally did, I walked through it. Easy as pie. And then I was somewhere else.

“Somewhere that made no sense at all. There were…things there, but I couldn’t identify them. I couldn’t put names to them. I’d never been in a situation like this before.

“I thought it might be a puzzle. A game. But what were the rules? There didn’t seem to be any. I was lost. So I just started walking. I don’t know how long I walked. You tell me I’ve been away for eleven months. All right. But it doesn’t feel like it. I can’t put any sort of time stamp on it.

“One thought came in on me, over and over again. I was in a different universe. I felt that very strongly. And if it was organized, I couldn’t find the pattern. I looked, believe me, but I couldn’t find a two and two that would make four.

“So for a very long time I rejected the whole place, the whole setup. I spent a lot of time rejecting it, saying no. I became dedicated to refusing to believe there was nothing I could identify or describe. Do you know what I mean? I couldn’t put words or ideas or feelings to that place—so I refused it. I negated the whole layout forcefully. That was my main experience. Because who would ever suspect he could be put in a landscape where things were so strange he couldn’t find a single word to convey them to anyone else?

“And then, finally, I remembered something. From my college days. A professor of mine took me to a theater, and there was a play being performed by these crazy actors. They spoke in a language no one had ever heard of. It went on for almost three hours. I felt myself getting very angry. A few minutes before the end, I was hit by lightning. I suddenly understood everything they were saying. I don’t know how. And I couldn’t translate it back into English. I just understood. It was a one-time experience. And that was what it was like, being in that universe on the other side of the portal.

“When I remembered this, I felt a shift. I knew where I was. I knew what was going on. I knew that universe. But I can’t sit here and tell you what it was. That seems impossible to you. But it’s true. I’m stymied. One thing I can say. Everything I once thought I knew about beauty…that’s gone out the window. I’ve realized there were certain rules in my mind. Not rules exactly. Maybe principles. Principles of harmony, symmetry, balance. Organization. I was living according to those rules or principles all my life, in all my choices, and now they’re gone. They don’t exist anymore. When they evaporated, I was able to understand what that universe was. All at once.

“On the trip home, I started to paint. You’ve seen my work. You’ve looked at it, and you wonder whether you can use it to decipher what happened to me. What I saw. But you can’t. I was just inventing out of a vacuum. A wonderful vacuum. It wasn’t about what happened on the other side of the portal. I was painting spontaneously.

“I was working from nothing, a void. It’s quiet there. You can improvise endlessly.

“I’m not asking you to understand it. I don’t feel you need to.

“I just know I stumbled across something. I never wanted it or looked for it. You’ve told me the paintings mean nothing to you. That’s fine by me. I didn’t do them for you.

“All the vast telemetry we have? The codes and symbols and shorthand, the measurements? The markers and the baselines and the scans? I’m not interested in them anymore. I don’t have the slightest bit of interest.”


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There was silence in the room.

“Sounds like you got religion,” one man said.

“No,” the astronaut said. “I had religion before. Now I don’t need it.”

More silence.

“I feel,” the astronaut said, “like a tiger who just walked out of the zoo.”

Security men stepped into the room. They had their guns out.

But the ops chief held up his hand.

“It’s all right,” he said. “We’re fine. This man found something we should all hope for. Let him go. No one will understand him. We’re protected. We’re inside our world of protocol.”

Jon Rappoport

The author of three explosive collections, THE MATRIX REVEALED, EXIT FROM THE MATRIX, and POWER OUTSIDE THE MATRIX, Jon was a candidate for a US Congressional seat in the 29th District of California. He maintains a consulting practice for private clients, the purpose of which is the expansion of personal creative power. Nominated for a Pulitzer Prize, he has worked as an investigative reporter for 30 years, writing articles on politics, medicine, and health for CBS Healthwatch, LA Weekly, Spin Magazine, Stern, and other newspapers and magazines in the US and Europe. Jon has delivered lectures and seminars on global politics, health, logic, and creative power to audiences around the world. You can sign up for his free NoMoreFakeNews emails here or his free OutsideTheRealityMachine emails here.

KINGS WITHOUT SUBJECTS

 

KINGS WITHOUT SUBJECTS

 

JUNE 21, 2011. Different emails are coming in these days. Artists, inventors, innovators. People who are quite serious about magic.

 

They are kings without subjects, because they just CREATE. They don’t rule, and they don’t want to. They know all about that ludicrous arrangement. The power of these kings without subjects exceeds anything the most venal dictator can muster, even if the fact isn’t immediately apparent.

 

These true kings have walked out on the massive self-defeating stage play. Gone, gone.

 

I continue to return to the subject of MEANING. What means something and how does it mean something and who decides what it means and how narrow and locked-in does meaning have to be before it makes sense to the bulk of humanity—and what training has that bulk received that makes meaning such a tight and close passageway? And why is this important?

 

Every society needs shared meaning, but the inevitable outcome is the closing of the noose and the polishing and trimming of ideas and words until they are mere nubs of what they could be.

 

Imagination goes in the opposite direction.

 

It has no conditioning. It isn’t pre-programmed. It doesn’t bow down to any central authority.

 

Kings with subjects require a chained vocabulary and troops to back it up.

 

The artist throws that off and doesn’t look back, because he’s already out ahead of it. He’s already digested the common language and has embarked on a journey that goes light years beyond it. Which is where magic is.

 

Sometimes he think he should mollify and reduce his personal revolution because he has invented meanings that outstrip the consensus by so much. But he learns this is not the operating principle. He needs to keep going, he needs to improvise even more intensely.

 

The world is busy enforcing and adjusting and tempering its basic hallucination of consensus. Eventually, this leads to humanity as an ant colony. It may be a good ant colony, with specialists trained to within an inch of their lives, carrying packages here and there. But no matter how many explanations are given to bolster the existence and necessity of the colony, no matter how much tinkering is done, the result is inevitable. A living machine.

 

And an explosion of buried rage will be, in the long run, ineffective.

 

For those who’ve seen the north star of imagination, it was never a real option.

 

Think about this. Those old alchemists who were trying to transmute consciousness into a much larger version of itself…what were they dealing with? Well, they had concepts of elements—earth, air, fire, water—and they had this thing called Quintessence, which they never quite identified. They had the notion of transformation of elements, and they had the idea that these elements, in some form or another, existed in consciousness, like archetypes. Suppose…these notions had never been thought of before? Pretend. Suppose these notions of elements and Quintessence and so on had never been thought of by anyone before the alchemists. They invented these ideas to help them in their quest.

 

But, people say, that’s impossible. The thoughts and ideas had to come from somewhere. Somewhere earlier. That’s always the case. Or: there’s a kind of pattern of meaning that already exists, and the alchemists were tapping into the pattern.

 

But suppose that wasn’t the case. These alchemists just cooked up the ideas out of nothing.

 

They invented the ideas and they invented their meaning.

 

What I’m getting at here is that magic needs new meaning. Brand new. Yet most people think it’s an ancient lost art, and we have dig down and recover it. It’s already there. It has to be unearthed.

 

This is—taken to an extreme—the ant colony argument. The pattern of the colony and the history of colonies…they are THERE. They just need to be discovered and refined and adjusted and streamlined. The perfect colony awaits us. We need to lay out the MEANING on a table and look at it and put it under a microscope and trace it. Then we’ll know.

 

This is false.

 

Every artist has a moment when he realizes this, when he realizes he is inventing meaning that has never been there before.

 

He’s not merely adding a little twist to an already existing meaning.

 

He’s inventing meanings, and they are not packed-in and perfect. They burgeon with implications.

 

This is also the road of magic.

 

Society does not believe in magic. Society has no truck with magic. Society wouldn’t know magic if it was standing in the middle of the street. Society knows organization.

 

At some point, organization becomes coercion. This force, organization, explains itself to the populace, and the majority accepts the explanation—even if the force is harmful and destructive. This is why I write about the medical cartel. Few people actually recognize the degree of poisoning that is going on. From the drugs. Few people recognize that because they are wide-awake hypnotized…they have bought the explanations. They pride themselves on being able to recite the explanations. They pressure family and friends to go along with the system.

 

This is just one example of what happens when MEANING becomes a shared and tight territory.

 

Magic is something else, something entirely different.

 

The caterpillar spins a cocoon and then, later, comes out of that chrysalis of old discarded meaning into a space where sheer creation and improvisation and invention are the cardinal facts of existence.

 

JON RAPPOPORT

www.nomorefakenews.com

qjrconsulting@gmail.com

HISTORY, SCIENCE, AND MAGIC

 

HISTORY, SCIENCE, AND MAGIC

 

JUNE 21, 2011. You can take any object, event, or structure and look at it as the end result of a cause-and-effect relationship, or you can see it as a spontaneous creation in this very moment.

 

The first way is a pattern that gives rise to societies.

 

This first approach also becomes an investigation that has no end or conclusion. Of course, that fact has never stopped anyone.

 

Cause and effect investigations (history, science) satisfy the user that some sort of progression exists, an emerging exists, a fruitful tree of knowledge exists—and why not? It’s a style, a fashion, a long-running point of view. It has payoffs, once you assume you are in a continuum of great value. In a real sense, historians and scientists are actors. They know how to improvise inside a continuum and dredge up new discoveries. That’s the style of an historian, a scientist. And if such a person goes through a number of struggles and false starts to arrive at a gem of understanding, that, too, is part of the role. It works. To say Einstein was an improviser would be taken as an affront by most physicists, but so be it.

 

To see an object, structure, or event as a spontaneous creation of this very moment, however, is something else again. This perception has vastly different “production values.” For example, the pen sitting on your desk ceases to be a solid that is born out of the causative action of tiny particles in motion. Instead, it is a vivid and instantaneous presence which has no reference to time.

 

It could just as easily not exist as exist. Right now.

 

There is a flexibility about it, in that sense.

 

The hard line between either and or, between yes and no, disintegrates.

 

There is something wavering about it. And that something has to do with you, not the object. A clue is being passed to you.

 

YOU COULD CREATE THIS THING.

 

You could do this spontaneously, instantly. You could also make the pen on the table vanish.

 

What seems like a beautifully elastic holiday, during those seconds or minutes or hours when you are in the present moment, when nothing else matters, has another layer. An upper edge.

 

Which is:

 

You could create that space and time. You could create. You could imagine something else entirely. You could improvise, on the spot, other spaces and times. You could see through the stage flats of present continuum-reality into a silence.

 

This is one of the things I mean when I say the road of magic is the road of art.

 

FUTURE is an infinity of infinite possibilities. Or to look at it from another angle, imagination is the imagining of imagination.

 

No limits.

 

Every significant myth propagated by humans has a submerged dimension, and its translation opens up future, imagination, and the creation of realities beyond this continuum. For instance, each sign of the Zodiac—which itself is a time wheel—finally reveals a preoccupation with altering the ordinary sense of time. Aries stands in a vessel whose prow is out ahead of cause-and-effect, Taurus launches a frontal campaign against the tightly held assumptions about continuum, etc. So in a more profound sense, the Zodiac is not about what will happen to you; it is about what you will do with time.

 

From this perspective, the religious adoration laid at the feet of the universe is nothing more than a distraction from making magic.

 

The alchemists had an inkling about all of this. They wobbled on the edge of realizing that Quintessence, the Philosopher’s Stone, the Elixir, was imagination.

 

And although modern science departed from this path, there is another kind of possible science that flows from what I’m illustrating. It is a vastly powerful subjective approach, whereby machines and devices and technologies are invented that operate FOR THE INVENTOR and for the inventor alone.

 

He is no longer trying to unearth what is possible within the constraints of the so-called objective continuum. He is building vehicles for himself. Success in this endeavor has implications beyond his personal use…but the inventor and his universe certainly expand beyond their former conception with each breakthrough.

 

One message from this: the universe we all pay lip service to, the jointly adored corporation, can transfigure and thereafter function as a service provider to the scientist of imagination. It can feed into his personal theater. It can eagerly do so, as if it has waiting for such a moment to show its deeper aspect.

 

Was Tesla working along this line? Regardless, his myth, like all myths, suggests such a welcome prospect.

 

If we had 100,000 truly subjective scientists on this planet, brilliant and tireless improvisers, we would see changes in the continuum that would be as stimulating as watching fish walk out of the sea. The energies liberated in the process would consign the precious Law of Conservation to a shelf in a small-town museum of curios.

 

Stop messing around with that! You’re the only one who think it’s real!”

 

Beautiful. That’s exactly what I’m aiming for. But to the extreme. And by the way, when I get extreme enough, you’ll experience quite a surprise.”

 

If the fool would persist in his folly he would become wise.”

William Blake

 

Rather than accepting the proposition that the observer changes what he’s observing—a passive formulation—opt for this: the inventor changes what he invents. He spontaneously accommodates it to himself. In this radical sort of science, a different theme is expressed.

 

Actually, it turns out that the subjective and objective categories of experience contain shades of meaning. A scientist can range back and forth between them, discovering and inventing, inventing and discovering, taking apart physical reality, imparting something new to physical reality, back and forth, without thinking about it. This is what the alchemists were exploring. To say they made a few contributions to the emerging “real” science is to miss the point.

 

In the end, it’s all imagination.

 

JON RAPPOPORT

www.nomorefakenews.com

qjrconsulting@gmail.com

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

SUPREME COURT UNDER RADAR

 

SUPREME COURT DECISION UNDER THE RADAR

 

IN A MEDICAL DICTATORSHIP

 

JUNE 9, 2011. It happened in February. The media gave it brief attention and moved on.

 

The US Supreme Court decided that parents whose children are severely damaged by vaccines can’t sue the manufacturer.

 

The case was Bruesewitz v. Wyeth. In 1992, Hannah Bruesewitz, six months old, had a hundred seizures after receiving the DPT vaccine. She was never the same.

 

Her parents tried to sue the manufacturer, Wyeth, but there was already a federal law on the books which stated that the only recourse was through the government’s labyrinthine Vaccine Injury Compensation Program.

 

Appeals were lodged, and the case finally wound up the Supreme Court’s lap. The Court essentially ruled that no suit can be brought against a manufacturer for “design flaws” in the vaccine, because the architecture of a vaccine implies there will be “unavoidable adverse effects.” It’s a fact of life.

 

This decision sets a new practical standard for crime without punishment. Unless the plaintiff can show that an alternative design of a vaccine would have eliminated the adverse effect, without diminishing the “positive benefit” of the vaccine, it’s a no-go.

 

Aside from derailing all attempts to sue vaccine companies based on design shortcomings, this Supreme Court decision opens the door to a spillover in the entire arena of pharmaceutical drugs. Today, vaccines. Tomorrow, drugs.

 

It can now easily be argued that the design of any drug delivers inherent and unavoidable harm to some patients.

 

And clearly, the drug companies know they can make this case.

 

So what could they do? Copy the vaccine-compensation system created by the government. You apply for a hearing, you enter a wilderness of red tape, mostly you lose, and when you win, the payout is miniscule compared with the potential judgment a court could award. No punitive damages. The $$ paid out in government compensation are funded by a tax bump on the price of all drugs sold in the US.

 

The government protects the drug companies all the way down the line.

 

A fundamental right to justice is erased.

 

Years from now, people may remember Bruesewitz v. Wyeth as the watershed moment, when the whole system took a universally visible turn to into overt criminality.

 

Yes, there were 50,000 heart attacks, but the drug has helped many people. And there was no way to design it in a way that would have avoided these unfortunate effects without destroying its benefits. If you think another design was possible, prove it.”

 

Well, I don’t have the $50 million I’d need to prove it.”

 

Your problem, not ours.”

 

As the federal government and state governments try to close the door on parents seeking to opt out of vaccinating their children, we may also be looking at the day when official policy and law render the following reality:

 

You are forced to accept a product (vaccine) manufactured by a company. If the product injures or kills you or your child, you can’t take legal action against the company. You can only appeal to the government for compensation.

 

Finally, keep this in mind. The 1986 law which the Supreme Court upheld in its recent decision, the law that exempts vaccine companies from financial liability, made it possible then, and makes it even more possible now, since the Supremes have spoken with finality, to guarantee that epidemics will be profitable enterprises.

 

Did you get that?

 

All the phony epidemics that I’ve been documenting for some years now? West Nile, SARS, Bird Flu, Swine Flu? All those duds? They wouldn’t have been possible to launch as PR fabrications, unless the vaccine companies could make and sell the vaccines that were touted as sure-fire prevention.

 

Well, in 1986, those companies went to the federal government and struck a deal, based on the threat that they (the companies) were going to get out of the vaccine manufacturing business, because the successful law suits (for harm, for injury, for death) were draining them of money.

 

The deal was inked. A law would be rammed through to protect these companies from major financial exposure. And thus the way was cleared for the ensuing wave of “epidemics.”

 

Everybody would win, except the public. The vaccine companies would ring up huge profits, there would be no law suits, and the government would have another tool for frightening the population and increasing its level of control.

 

Based on nothing. Based on the invention of the idea of “killer germs on the loose everywhere”–which is what you see when you go to the movies and sit in the dark and eat popcorn.

 

Yes, I bring you news you won’t find elsewhere.

 

JON RAPPOPORT

www.nomorefakenews.com

qjrconsulting@gmail.com

 

 

 

 

 

 

PSYCHIATRIC POPULATION CONTROL

 

PSYCHIATRIC POPULATION CONTROL

 

JUNE 22, 2011. This article is being sent out as a press release to media outlets, indicating that I’m available for interviews on the subject. If you would like to pitch in, feel free to distribute it far and wide.

 

A recent development has highlighted the trend of authoritarian psychiatric invasions into everyday life.

 

A new book has revealed that the diagnosis of “bipolar disease” among American children is a scientific fraud and a precursor to the administration of highly dangerous drugs.

 

Psychiatrist Stuart Kaplan, a professor at Penn State College of Medicine, has written an article for the June 20th issue of Newsweek, based on his book, YOUR CHILD DOES NOT HAVE BIPOLAR DISORDER: HOW BAD SCIENCE AND GOOD PR CREATED THE DIAGNOSIS.

 

Kaplan states that, in 1995, there were fewer than 20,000 outpatient visits for pediatric bipolar disorder in the US. As of 2003, that number had swelled to a mind-boggling 800,000.

 

And yet there is no recognized psychiatric category called “pediatric bipolar disorder.”

 

But the publication of a 2002 best seller, The Bipolar Child, followed by wall to wall media coverage—Oprah, Time, 20/20, Dan Rather—took the country by storm.

 

Worse yet is the treatment regimen for children stemming from this false diagnosis. Two major drugs: Lithium and Valproate.

 

Adverse effects of Valproate include:

 

acute, life-threatening, and even fatal liver toxicity;

 

life-threatening inflammation of the pancreas;

 

brain damage.

 

Adverse effects of Lithium include:

 

intercranial pressure leading to blindness;

 

peripheral circulatory collapse;

 

stupor and coma.

 

Bipolar disorder has been diagnosed in children as young as two.

 

But this is not the first time an arbitrary psychiatric diagnosis has been made on children (or adults), then leading to the administration of highly dangerous drugs.

 

Mr. Rappoport is prepared to speak extensively about ADHD and Ritalin, and depression and Prozac (Paxil, Zoloft). Those two scenarios are strikingly similar to pediatric bipolar disorder.

 

Two vital facts:

 

In the years 2006-2008, a staggering 7.6% of American children were diagnosed with ADHD. (Source: Pediatrics, May 23, 2011)

 

27 million Americans are taking antidepressants. (Source: Archivesof General Psychiatry, 8/4/2009)

 

In what sense is all this population control? When you move in on the mind and make arbitrary diagnoses and follow up with highly toxic drugs, you are essentially waging war on the brain. These figures should indicate the scope of that ever-expanding war.

 

Call it profit-seeking, call it pseudo-science, call it incompetence. There are many ways to frame the issue. But the effects are no different from what happens on a battlefield. Great and lasting damage. And professional ignorance is no excuse, because these facts are out in the open, for anyone to examine.

 

Over the last 35 years, Jon Rappoport has gained a reputation as one of the most relentless medical investigative reporters in the world. Nominated early in his career for a Pulitzer Prize, Jon has written for CBS Healthwatch, LA Weekly, Spin Magazine, Stern, and other newspapers and magizines in the US and Europe. His is currently the associate producer on a film in progress, American Addict, detailing the effects of pharmaceuticals on the US population.

 

JON RAPPOPORT

www.nomorefakenews.com

qjrconsulting@gmail.com

 

 

 

 

MY SECOND INTERVIEW WITH ORSON WELLES

 

MY SECOND INTERVIEW WITH ORSON WELLES

 

TRUTH ISN’T STRANGER THAN FICTION

 

A bureau takes root anywhere in the state…always reproducing more of its kind, until it chokes the host if not controlled or excised…A bureau operates on…principles of inventing needs to justify its existence. Bureaucracy is wrong as cancer, a turning away from the human evolutionary direction of infinite potentials and differentiation and independent spontaneous action.”

William Burroughs, Naked Lunch

 

The Findus Foods Recording Session—Orson Welles is the spokesman for their products. They’re doing takes on commercials for cod, peas, beef. The outtakes feature the following Welles comments:

 

That [what the producers want Welles to say] doesn’t make any sense. Sorry…”

 

You don’t know what I’m up against. ‘Because Findus freeze the cod at sea, and then add a crumb-crisp…coating’…I think, no…”

 

‘We know a little place in American Far West where Charlie Briggs chops up the finest prairie beef and tastes…’ This is a lot of shit, you know that!”

 

You are such pests!”

 

It isn’t worth it. No money is worth this…”[Welles walks out]

 

 

JUNE 20, 2011. One of the predictable effects of the internet is the need for information over fiction. Beyond a certain point, it becomes a disease. It confirms the robot part of the mind.

 

People shrug off fiction as unnecessary. It’s fluff. Why bother, when the truth is so much more riveting?

 

Well, there is a reason people think that. They have no experience with their own imagination.

 

Information structures have one job: deliver. And the people on the other end of that wire, the audience, are set up to eat what’s brought. It’s a giant Domino’s operation.

 

Or look at it as a see-saw. On one end (information) is a 100000000-ton steel ball, and on the other end (fiction), a grainy pebble.

 

Theoretically, it could have been the other way around. A million short stories for every factoid. But that won’t work, because again, people have very little conscious experience of their own imaginations. It’s a hell of a lot easier to sit back and take in the flow of info—good, bad, or indifferent. And then react.

 

People ask, “What use is fiction? It isn’t about anything real.”

 

I ask, “How long is real good for?”

 

At what point does the whole show sink in a bog?

 

People think magic is a talent, like being able, at the age of six, to draw a cowboy with his six-gun in the holster. Actually, magic is all about imagination, and if a person has no experience with it and no inclination to gain the experience, then he can kiss magic goodbye.

 

Of course, he can remember that, much earlier in his life, he did live through imagination, and he did run and play right in the center of it. Then he might change his mind about a lot of things. He might decide, for instance, that an unending torrent of information reaches a limit, beyond which it does no one any good.

 

I’ve heard a lot of people say, “Information is power.” It’s an old slogan. What they don’t say is that information is also an addiction.

 

How many dawns, chill from his rippling rest

The seagull’s wings shall dip and pivot him,

Shedding white rings of tumult, building high

Over the chained bay waters Liberty–

 

Then, with inviolate curve, forsake our eyes

As apparitional as sails that cross

Some page of figures to be filed away;

–Till elevators drop us from our day…

 

What are those lines? Why should anyone bother to figure them out, or listen to their music? What would be the point? What usable information are they conveying?

 

Yes, that’s the whole point. They’re entirely useless. And magic is useless. Until it becomes magic. Then the ruse called ordinary reality is exposed.

 

Then a person learns about power for the first time.

 

So, with that…this is my second fictional interview with Orson Welles.

 

Q: Let’s start off with any one of your films…

 

A: Take Touch of Evil. The story line is interesting, but it doesn’t knock you out of your chair. And the role I play, the corrupt sheriff, that’s old hat. Of course, the casting was delicious, because I was able to use Charlton Heston as the earnest lawman, and that fit perfectly. He knew I was doing that, letting his innate sincerity come through, and he saw the ironies that multiplied out of it. But everything was the staging, the atmosphere, the angles, the shots.

 

Q: What many people would dismiss as inessential.

 

A: That’s the way the modern world works. Strip things down.

 

Q: Like machines. One goal, one plan, one strategy, one action to reach the end of line.

 

A: I was always moving in the opposite direction. Inventing multiple new ways of seeing things. You see, for many people, that is a waste of time. They want their messages simple. They want simple over and over again.

 

Q: I say it’s a disease.

 

A: Well, yes. If I’d had to stick to that code, I would have given up making films. I would have written novels. At least there, you’re alone. You can invent whatever you want to. Take the expression “the bottom line.” This has been extended from business and accounting, where it originated, to the idea that you should take the shortest path between two points. You should arrive as quickly as possible at the conclusion. And the conclusion should tell you how to sell something. Or buy it. Or believe it. Or reject it.

 

Q: When you talk to people about imagination and magic, they tend to look for that same approach.

 

A: Of course. They’ve been trained to be that way. They’ve succumbed to the spirit of the times. In Touch of Evil, although the plot itself was fairly tight, I was really using the opportunity to stage a series of scenes in which the characters alternated between being human and being caricature—that shuttling back and forth between realism and facade, between the natural and the bizarre, between the obvious and the esoteric. Esoteric in the sense that people tend to play out roles in life, and when they do, and when you see it, reality itself begins to look different, begins to take on odd qualities. What I’m doing is showing the audience a different kind of reality, one that at first glance looks like the world, but after a little while looks like someone looking at world. That’s what I’m really revealing—how I can look at the world. Only instead of explaining it, I’m showing it as drama, I’m populating my point of view with characters, and I’mletting you know that’s what I’m doing. I’m not hiding it. I’m enjoying it. Celebrating it.

 

Q: It’s as if you’re saying to the audience, “I’m dreaming, and here is my dream, only I’m having it while I’m wide awake, and I’m INVENTING the dream as I go along and I’m happy to admit that’s the case.”

 

A: Yes, that’s right. It’s, you might say, another level of art. Laid out there at a time when we already know so much about art of the past, after we’ve digested so many conventions and traditions of art, after we’ve woken up to the fact that these habits of art are just that—we’ve seen through so much about how artists create reality in traditional ways and forms—and now it’s time to go further.

 

Q: When you look at how certain so-called classical novels were written, with the all-knowing and all-seeing eye of the third-person narrative looking down from a higher plateau…

 

A: That’s also, of course, the style of religion. It’s the style of religious discourse and narrative, and people in that venue still buy it. They want the calm and steady hand of the authority. They want that narrator to come across that way. It’s old and worn out and rather absurd, but people cling to it. It’s a cousin, I’d say, to the manual.

 

Q: The manual?

 

A: Yes, the instruction book that tells you how to do something, how something works. That calm voice, that assurance.

 

Q: I see. Yes. And people feel, in the absence of it, they’re lost. They don’t know where to turn.

 

A: Well, this goes back to your statement that people don’t have the conscious experience of their own imagination. Instead, they look for the steady guiding hand from somewhere else. They think there are only two possibilities. The calm authoritative voice, or chaos. It’s a joke. Imagination tells us there are an infinity of ways of presenting realities, not two. Not one. People watch Citizen Kane and they think it’s about the corruption of the human spirit. That’s the hook for them. It’s one of those “big themes” they’re familiar with and can plug into. Let me tell you something. If I were making a film about corruption of the spirit, it would have looked nothing like Citizen Kane. Nothing. Kane was a movie about the possibilities of film. It was a series of episodes in which the visual language itself was expanding and I was showing people what could be done with space. With dimension. With emotion shot through these larger dimensions. I was talking in a new language. I was introducing the idea that new language could have great impact.

 

Q: That was the magic.

 

A: What else could it have been? A return to older techniques? A re-hashing of hackneyed ways of describing reality? People are terribly confused. When you talk to them in a new language, they keep looking for the OBJECTS of what you’re talking about. They keep looking for the old objects embedded in the old language. If they don’t find them, they throw up their hands in dismay. Where are the old things? But you’re not presenting old things. And even worse, you’re not talking to them in the language that would convey those old things. You want them to hear and see and feel the new language, the process of that language unfolding, but they search after familiar themes and ideas and stories.

 

Q: As if some official minister of information will present them.

 

A: Yes. That reassuring floating sound from above that tells them everything will always be as it once was. You know, when you assume that voice and use it, it doesn’t really matter what you say. You could be talking about new discoveries or lies or breakthroughs or the most outrageous nonsense—it doesn’t matter. They’ll buy what you’re selling. But if you change the voice and the language, they don’t know what to do.

 

Q: So they thought you were an egoist.

 

A: And I was and am—but not in the obvious sense. I was creating a different language, with power, from my mind and imagination. And I had no desire to dampen the power, because it was an inherent part of what I was inventing. I was launching out radiance and I was in a state of radiance at the same time. Joyous…and celebrating this new language and celebrating the fact that I was doing it. Why not?

 

Q: In the bureaucratic world of our times, this is looked at as if it could be some sort of condition that might be diagnosed.

 

A: These petty pernicious little grasping bureaucratic minds, who have no existence except an official one, need to be destroyed. And destroyed in only one way: through a mass exodus away from them. Leave them in their seat of influence. Let them stew there and write their papers and reports. Let them win in a complete vacuum. Treat them as morons who are deranged beyond rescue. Go away and create something entirely different. For heaven’s sake, CREATE SOMETHING.

 

Q: The voice of calm authority you speak of…it’s a form of hypnotism.

 

A: I know something about that subject. One thing I know is this. In the long run, it doesn’t matter what’s coming from that voice. The most important thing to know is that the CONTEXT, the space, is hypnotic. And that’s where the whole lie is. That’s what makes the entire performance a lie. WAKE UP to that. Walk away. Invent your own voice and speak from it. Or decay. One of the functions of art is the stimulation of imagination in the audience. Then, for those who have the desire, they become artists, too. They catch the glimpse in themselves. They begin to create. It’s always been that way. A real artist isn’t hanging around hoping for information. He’s inventing something much more powerful.

 

JON RAPPOPORT

www.nomorefakenews.com

qjrconsulting@gmail.com

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

ZENO’S PARADOX

 

ZENO’S PARADOX

 

JUNE 18, 2011. Zeno was a very clever Greek philosopher who offered proofs that time and space are continuous and can’t be broken up into segments. An attempt to do so would lead one to the absurd conclusion that traversing any distance, large or small, is impossible.

 

I use that as a metaphor to move in the opposite direction: any group activity, in the long run, diminishes the energy, vision, and creative power of its individual members. Whereas it might seem, by addition, that the sum of the strengths of the individuals would make the group more effective and powerful, the opposite is true.

 

In the early 1960s, through my friend, Richard Jenkins, an extraordinary healer, I was asked to sit in with a small group in New York. These people were, at the time, doing unusual things: acupuncture; psychic work, energy-center release, and alchemical compounding of minerals. Each person had his own practice.

 

The group decided to take on the case of local diplomat who was having severe arthritis problems. After much discussion, it was agreed to try to help him with collective action. A number of sessions were done. The patient sat in his bedroom in Manhattan while, gathered around him, the four members of the group transmitted energies to him.

 

After a month, no noticeable changes were observed.

 

New discussions followed. Confusion and disagreement began to set in. Finally, the acupuncturist said, “You know, working by myself, I’m sure I could do more for the patient than all of us together.” The other three practitioners agreed. “What are we doing?” said one of them. “We’re compromising ourselves. We’re unconsciously trying to tune our energies to each other because we think that’ ll be more powerful. But it’s not true. We’re becoming fools.”

 

When I went back to Jenkins and told him what had happened, he shook his head. “Temporary insanity,” he said. “I’ve seen it lots of times. This group thing. Who said the group is dominant?”

 

Consider a group myth about groups, about the collective. It starts here, from a seed: the observer affects what is observed. That idea comes from the so-called Indeterminacy Principle—which was about something quite limited.

 

Heisenberg, its author, stated that you couldn’t measure the position and momentum of an electron at the same time. If you shined a light (a photon) on the electron to measure it, depending on the characteristics of the photon, you could either determine the electron’s position or its momentum, but not both.

 

This was eventually taken to mean that the observer, the human observer, was somehow affecting what was observed. And it was extrapolated further to indicate that any observer of anything affects that thing. And it was taken still further to mean that consciousness affects matter and energy. This last statement, which I believe to be true, isn’t, however, derived from the Indeterminacy Principle.

 

To trace a bit more cultural history, the next thing that was made out of Indeterminacy was: we’re really talking about mass consciousness affecting matter and energy—not individual consciousness. Because the world is all about the group, not the individual.

 

Now in fact, Dean Radin and others have done some experiments to show that random number generators, sitting in various locations around the world, continuously spitting out strings of numbers, suddenly “alter the shape of their randomness” just prior to major events, such as 9/11. This is inferred to signify that mass consciousness seems to have undergone a pre-cognitive insight—which physically alters the mass and energy of those number-generator devices.

 

But don’t expect such outcomes to be permanent.

 

Mass consciousness making changes or being affected by the changes—the operative word is, in either case, GROUP. And that spells decay in my book. The group always disintegrates into something that considers the individual less than he really is. Going down that road sooner or later reinforces that concept.

 

And if we want a good metaphor and multiplier for Quantum Entanglement in the human sphere, it is the entangling of the individual in group goals. This sharing can perhaps happen at the speed of light or even faster, but why should humans behave like quanta? In my experience, something untoward always happens: the most attractive ideas turn into hot grease. People do some odd things when they join up. They filter their dreams through a collective lens, and this alone begins to corrode what would otherwise be their highest aspirations.

 

How can admirable ideals and best intentions wind up heading toward a swamp? Involve a group. Bring on board people who are “admirable and best,” and watch what happens after a while. They know, at some level, that they’re changing their own energies and creative impulses, in order to fit an agenda.

 

It may be the best agenda ever conceived, but as time passes, the individuals react like minerals with a diminishing half-life.

 

And again, whatever change they may render comes undone.

 

It’s worth noting that all lab experiments testing whether paranormal abilities exist are done with groups of volunteers, whose efforts are tallied as a collective statistic matched against the law of probability—itself a group concept.

 

I have no ax to grind with groups who try to achieve paranormal aims. I simply point out that, finally, the individual has more power than the group. There can be no science behind such an assertion, because science defines itself in terms of groups and repeatability.

 

This is a good thing. It leaves the territory wide open.

 

JON RAPPOPORT

www.nomorefakenews.com

qjrconsulting@gmail.com

 

 

THE POINT AT THE END OF A METAPHOR

 

FROM “THE MAGICIAN AWAKES”

 

THE POINT AT THE END OF A METAPHOR

 

Most people have no idea how a magician would operate. They look at old images and a few stereotypes, like costumes in a closet. A magician is a secret because people are blind to him and want to be blind to him. Being blind is an art form. It has rules; where to look and where not to look. What to see, what to miss. Being blind is a first cousin to android-ship, a condition many people would take pride in, if they could figure out how to slip into it. The fairy tale, for example, of genetic enhancement is an attraction. It appears to endow a human without him having to move one inch to the left or the right. He just lies there and receives the sacrament. And then confusions evaporate. Problems dissolve. He can do what he can do, and he doesn’t have to think about it. He doesn’t even have to put it on like a glove. It operates from inside him, moving him in explicit directions, into situations where he can display his wares. This is what most people think of as magicianship.

 

JUNE 19, 2011. People often are impaled by a metaphor.

 

They hang on the end of it, they dangle there. They’re swinging back and forth between something old and something changed, but they don’t feel that movement.

 

They look at the right hand, but they don’t see the left hand of possibility. They’ve never learned about possibility.

 

A bottle is a bottle until it becomes a prism, and then it is just and only the new thing.

 

If it was suggested that being able to carry around a sleek little case that gives him the ability to talk to another person a few thousand miles away is enough, that he never has to open the case, he would stare through the suggestion, as if it were invisible.

 

And suppose, just suppose that somewhere there existed a civilization whose language was nothing but possibilities. If you put him there, he would behave as if he were in an invisible place.

 

He might look for visible people who could help him set fires and burn down the invisibility. Or he would pray.

 

Perhaps after a thousand years, he would hear his first word there. And then he might have a thought, the sort of thought he’d never had before.

 

JON RAPPOPORT

www.nomorefakenews.com

qjrconsulting@gmail.com