RAPPOPORT CONSULTING

 

RAPPOPORT CONSULTING

 

JUNE 2, 2011. I’ve been working with individual clients for a number of years now, and I continue to gain insights into how that work can be done.

 

People inquire about becoming more successful, of course. In general terms, that’s what everyone wants. But each person is unique, so generalities don’t really cut it.

 

Here is something to consider. This civilization has become obsessed with perceiving and solving problems. It’s an unhealthy extension of a method that sometimes works when technology is the issue.

 

Think about inner cities in America. For decades, governments at all levels have been pouring billions in tax dollars into solving poverty, drugs, crime, broken families, low school-graduation rates, and illness. Those are the key problems.

 

How’s that going? How is the great solution working out?

 

By any standards you want to apply, the answer is:failure.

 

There are many reasons for the failure, but let’s look at the approach itself. What’s the missing key?

 

Government is determined to be the SOLVER.

 

Suppose, for a pittance, in the area of education, research was done to isolate ONE inner-city school in America that was ALREADY a roaring success?

 

And then, the government sits at the knee of the person who made that success happen and LEARNS. Learns how he did it.

 

Stop solving. Find the person who already knows the answer and has proved it.

 

Hire him to teach others how he did it. And then let them open schools.

 

It’s so simple, it’s ridiculous.

 

The same idea applies to an individual. Instead of striving to help him solve all his problems, the trick is to jump ahead and see what success would really look like, FOR HIM.

 

This requires an understanding of his true desires, because success by any other standard is going to fall short.

 

The map is basically a road from true and deep desire to a picture of what fulfillment of that desire would look like. Then you can fill in a description of the road.

 

I’ve worked with a number of artists. With enough time, some extraordinary things have happened.

 

But it’s all based on going beyond the immediate solving of immediate problems. It turns out that, without the map I’ve just described, there will always be more problems, because they are continuously generated in the absence of the arrow that moves from true desire to its fulfillment.

 

We are actually talking about manifestation here. And also creative consciousness. These are the factors that are developed if a person follows that arrow—and in the process, he will also deal with the current crop of problems that are distracting him.

 

A society could succeed in this fashion as well—if there was a common notion about what the main desire was all about. In America, that was once individual freedom and the pursuit of happiness. Yes, there are generalities in that formulation—but then, society is a generalization to begin with. However, individual freedom has been eroding in America for a long time. And with its erosion has come this obsession with perceiving problems everywhere and solving them…and it hasn’t worked. It’s become a hindrance, in fact. And so the pursuit of happiness has lost intensity, too.

 

Fortunately, the individual still exists. And for him/her, the future is still alive and open.

 

JON RAPPOPORT

qjrconsulting@gmail.com

www.nomorefakenews.com

 

 

 

 

 

 

OPEN-ENDED MAGIC

 

OPEN-ENDED MAGIC

 

I’m sitting there at The Blue Scam having my second beer and thinking about how I can escape a teaching offer, when Jimmy Skimmy walks into the place high and hard with his fire-engine red sports jacket and matching fedora, a green parrot feather in the band, and kisses Marie on her heavily powdered cheek, coming away with a spot on the end of his long sharp nose.

 

He sees me, reaches into his jacket pocket and brings out two long tickets. He nods. We’re in.

 

The seasonal rains are pelting the metal roof of the place, and people are blabbing at tables and the speakers are playing a ride tune by Mars, the wall of pinball machines is shaking with explosions, and I think I’m screaming, but I can’t hear myself—tomorrow night, Jimmy and I are leaving.

 

Blowing this universe.

 

Finally.

 

(Jon Rappoport, The Magician Awakes)

 

JUNE 1, 2011. Consciousness itself wants improvisation.

 

That may sound like an odd statement.

 

But, backtracking, realize your consciousness is not a certain amount of “air or liquid” in a container for all time.

 

Unfortunately, some quasi-philosophies suggest that. They view consciousness the same way a soup manufacturer assesses his work: make the can hold so much volume and fill it up with soup.

 

Then, of course, we have cosmologies in which consciousness is a buttery sauce spread all over the cosmos, from which we take little sips.

 

Let’s start here:

 

Consciousness creates more consciousness.

 

That is its primary interest.

 

Not floating, not expanding, but creating. More of itself.

 

Itself? What does that mean?

 

Are we talking about molecules of the “same stuff?” Just more of them?

 

No.

 

Consciousness is diverse. It’s not stuff to begin with. It’s the capacity to be conscious. It’s being conscious. It’s non-material.

 

In a live way. Not in some dull fashion.

 

For example, if you knew what tomorrow was going to bring, you would be aware of MORE.

 

But there is another road that is much different. It’s best described by two words: spontaneity and improvisation.

 

These are VERY interesting words. Spontaneous comes from the late Latin, and means “of one’s own accord.” Improvise is from French and Latin—“not foreseen, unprepared.”

 

The French and Latin roots don’t begin to encompass all the modern meanings and implications.

 

Awareness is often about seeing patterns and systems and structures.

 

But consciousness wants more and wants DIFFERENT. Face it, seeing patterns, after a while, doesn’t turn on the adrenaline.

 

However, when you improvise, when you take an action that is spontaneous, you break out of old reality into something else, something that has no name.

 

Consciousness wants THAT.

 

It can’t catalog it, it can’t fit it into neat compartments, but it wants it.

 

In 1963, I was painting in a very small apartment in Santa Monica, California. A table, small sheets of paper, oil crayons. One night, I had a blank sheet in front of me. I was about to begin. All of a sudden, there was a shift. To describe it, it doesn’t seem like much. But I knew in a way I had never known before, that I had the freedom to make any shape on that paper. This wasn’t a dry obvious fact, it was an exhilarating magic. And yet, I had no shape in mind. This was all pre-painting. This was a tremendously elastic and flexible sense of freedom. It was warm. It was more real than real. It was a unique immersion in happiness.

 

All in a minute.

 

And then when I put the crayon to paper and began to make a shape, the feeling grew. This line, this shape, any line, any shape…it was so much more than I’d ever realized. Drawing.

 

Spontaneous, improvised.

 

I drank it in.

 

It was as if this was what I had been looking for, without knowing it, all my life.

 

Some truth about that moment has never left me. It confirmed suspicions and leanings I’d had previously, and it handed me, on a silver platter, something I truly wanted to know.

 

Under endless disguises and masks and apparatus, improvisation-from-nothing really exists.

 

So when I say magic isn’t a system or a manual or a structure, perhaps now you have a better idea of what I’m talking about.

 

When you feed consciousness a spoon of THIS, it has the party it’s been looking for.

 

Of course, you can’t chain yourself to the floor and remain in such a moment. “I had a spontaneous and ecstatic Q-3TY-7 and now I’m going to tie lead weights to my legs so I can continue to be in Q-3TY-7.”

 

Fortunately, CREATING and SPONTANEOUS and INVENTION and IMAGINATION and IMPROVISATION are all close cousins, and they all engender escalations out of old reality systems…no cover, no minimum, stay as late as you want to.

 

Free is free.

 

Magic is open-ended.

 

Imagination/creating are the open sky and the rocket and the infinity of possible paths, and that’s just for starters.

 

…a priest of eternal imagination, transmuting the daily bread of experience into the radiant body of everliving life.”

(James Joyce, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man)

 

When scientists try to talk about consciousness in terms of the flesh inside the human skull or twists of DNA, they are as far from the truth as the farthest universe is from a doll house in an attic in Pittsburgh.

 

JON RAPPOPORT

www.nomorefakenews.com

qjrconsulting@gmail.com

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

VACCINE DECEPTION

 

VACCINE DECEPTIONS

 

JUNE 2, 2011. In my radio show yesterday, I interviewed Becky Estepp for the second time. Becky is the project manager for EBCALA (Elizabeth Birt Center for Autism Law and Advocacy).

 

Here is what emerged.

 

Recently, California passed a law mandating the pertussis (whooping cough) vaccine for all 7th-12th grade students entering school this fall. This piece of legislation was a response to new cases of whooping cough in California.

 

The state government is now carrying on a PR campaign to get parents to follow through and have their children jabbed with the pertussis shot. However, this vaccine is given in triple form—pertussis, tetanus, and diphtheria. Therefore, the mandate in effect covers all 3 vaccines.

 

Except, despite what the state government of California states, it isn’t a mandate, because all three types of exemptions—medical, religious, and philosophical—are still available. Parents can make use of these. Becky explained how she did exactly that for her child.

 

Obviously, state health officials know these exemptions exist, and yet they are talking as if the exemptions don’t apply. That’s called deception.

 

Since the new law was passed (and what kind of law is it, really, if the exemptions still hold), the results of an investigation into the recent cases of whooping cough have been published. It turns out that 75% of these cases occurred in people WHO HAD BEEN VACCINATED AGAINST PERTUSSIS.

 

This is a stunner.

 

There are several possible interpretations. If one accepts the premise that vaccines are safe and effective, then one could infer that the pertussis vaccine is not effective in protecting people against the disease. If one doesn’t make that assumption of safety and efficacy, one could consider the possibility that the pertussis vaccine caused the illness in some or all of those people who developed whooping cough.

 

Meanwhile, the PR campaign to get parents to have their kids jabbed with the triple diphtheria, tetanus, pertussis shot goes on.

 

Some time ago, I wrote a piece outlining the conditions for a real study that would test any vaccine for efficacy. Length of study, size of groups of volunteers, how to match the groups in terms of nutritional status, past medical history, and so on.

 

I then asserted that NO SUCH STUDY HAS EVER BEEN DONE FOR ANY VACCINE. And I asked for proof such a study had been done. Since then, I’ve received no evidence. Nothing.

 

JON RAPPOPORT

www.nomorefakenews.com

qjrconsulting@gmail.com

 

 

 

FINANCIAL MARKET LUNACY

 

FINANCIAL MARKET REALITY

 

JUNE 1, 2011. I know that many readers are with me as I go to the wall and gladly blow through it to depict and explain the power of imagination (magic) and present a completely different picture of reality. All this information and MUCH more is in my audio seminars, where unique exercises are presented as well.

 

But you see, other people cozily opt for consensus reality, which is the bottom of the creative barrel and is, hilariously, thought of as rock solid and dependable all the way along the line.

 

I dunno about this imagination stuff, I think I’ll stay with plain ordinary every-day reality. I wuz brought up that way…”

 

Yeah. Sure.

 

So with that, have a look at the recent financial meltdown from a different perspective.

 

Aside from those famous sub-prime mortgages, what else do we need to know about? The whole investment-market universe is a propaganda-induced hallucination. How about that?

 

There was a time, maybe 50 years ago, when people bought stocks because they saw them as a symbol for confidence in companies and growth and expansion and, therefore, confidence in America and democracy and ingenuity and so on.

 

A hard-working moderately successful husband, who wanted to parlay his assets into something more, for the future, would find a broker and open up an account. “Buy something, Bill, and hold on to it, and let it rise.”

 

Long-term investing.

 

But all that changed, as the game of buy and sell itself became the main event. It morphed into Vegas.

 

So-called stock speculation, which carried an aura of sleaze, became the hip thing to do.

 

Buy and sell in your underwear from home. Buy and sell 20 times an hour and become a millionaire by next Friday. I did it, and I’ll show you how.”

 

Clue: He didn’t do it. If he did, do you think he’d be wasting his time teaching you his secrets? Judging from his demeanor, he’d be on his yacht with seven hookers and a liquor cabinet.

 

With the Great Morph in the way trading was done, the companies whose stock people were buying was the last thing on their minds. America? The future? Confidence in this great nation? Is that what a demented addict at the craps tables on the Strip is thinking about as he blows on the dice?

 

The whole game changed.

 

And big companies like banks and insurance outfits and even pension funds got deeply into the deal. They were all investing in the market and shoving in their chips on making a profit that way.

 

The reach of the game widened.

 

In this vast interlocking CONSENSUS REALITY OF VEGAS-ON-WALL-STREET, everybody and his brother got into the act.

 

So if the market suddenly tanked, the reality could split at the seams.

 

Probably the Pope could develop ulcers.

 

From this perspective, think about the following: institutions whose lifeblood is lending money to people…if those guys are investing, investing, investing in the market, and if they suddenly experience big losses, and they don’t have the same ability to lend money, then everybody who wants loans to start businesses or order new materials is up the creek and creek is dry.

 

This consensus reality, involving so many various players, could cause the whole economy of the country to spiral down out of control.

 

That’s ordinary reality for you.

 

That’s the religion so many people are backing.

 

From the point of view of a company that’s selling stock to raise money for expansion, the vagaries of the market can be brutal.

 

We’re performing well as a company, but our stock goes up and down without any seeming reference to that.”

 

What did you expect? Sanity?

 

When bad mortgages were packaged in units, like stocks, and traded like baseball cards all over the world, it was with the assumption that the whole game of buying and selling could somehow remain independent of the value of those mortgages, forever. Big banks in this game, finally incurring huge losses, tightened up their lending policies on all fronts…and in a society that runs on credit (loans), the curtain began dropping.

 

Of course, at that point, things became quite confusing, because these banks and other big players started lying in new and inventive ways. Who knows how many lies were told?

 

But regardless, when loose credit turns into tight credit overnight, the chance of a crash and depression looms.

 

Hence, the bailout.

 

Imagine players at a Vegas casino, where the bosses (insanely) extend blanket credit to cover losses and encourage further gambling…and then, one night, the bosses say enough. No more credit. Lots of people at the tables are caught with their pants down.

 

When the government issued $700 billion to patch-patch the broken system, banks turned around and said, “You want us to lend this money now. You want the credit to flow again, but at the same time you’re telling us to be more cautious about whom we lend money to.”

 

In this nexus, there was certainly lying and cheating going on, but the upshot was the lending didn’t smoothly pick up again.

 

The fundamental thing a person asks for, from consensus reality, is that it be consistent. If you have a table, and you put objects on it, they stay there. They don’t start walking around on the table and floating in the air. Because if they do, what’s a table for? Each thing has a function, and the functions mesh.

 

The sudden bubble in the trading markets popped because the commonly held hallucination developed flaws. Its elements didn’t obey their assigned functions. And then, as the repair work began, the loans didn’t flow as they were supposed to. More dysfunction.

 

Remember AIG, the insurance giant? A trader there invented a money maker. AIG would sell insurance to companies that were trading the packaged bad mortgages…just in case the packages turned bad. Of course, the idea was they would never turn bad. Well, what kind of insurance plan is that? “We’ll sell health insurance on the premise that no one will ever get sick.”

 

People inside the hallucination were doing things that would explode it. Why? Because they were convinced the consensus would hold, no matter what. The hallucination would remain.

 

It’s not so very different from a person on LSD who, say, walks around thinking he’s a Dutch settler in the American colonies. It all works until he arrives in New York looking for Indians who want to unload Manhattan for a handful of beads.

 

Assume for a minute that the financial meltdown happened through manipulation, on purpose, as a way of impoverishing, demoralizing, and pressing down on populations and making them helpless and malleable. Even then, we’re still talking about a basic set-up (trading markets and how they operate) that massive numbers of people have to buy into, in the first place, as consensus ordinary reality.

 

This is America. This is the world. This is the way it works. This is a mutually beneficial trillion-dollar operation that goes on and on and on…and smart people take advantage of it, to expand their assets…this is what every intelligent person does.”

 

Brush your teeth twice a day, buy stocks.

 

Bottom line?

 

Every ordinary reality has loopholes, and people will try to capitalize on them, and in the process, actual holes will show up and expand, until the hallucination sags and deteriorates…at which point the monitors will do anything they have to, to re-inflate it.

 

These ordinary realities, through thick and thin, are viewed by most people as basic to life itself.

 

The truth is, they are products of imagination.

 

And since that is so, why not start from the real platform of power, which is you and your imagination and what you deeply want to create?

 

JON RAPPOPORT

www.nomorefakenews.com

qjrconsulting@gmail.com

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Karma shuffle

by Jon Rappoport

June 1, 2011

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Today, a Hindu god who has yet to be named returned to Earth.

Getting off the central escalator at the largest shopping center in Bombay, he said, “Karma? What’s that?”

A passenger carrying an armful of packages explained, and the god replied, “What are you, crazy?”

The god, now huddled with scholars from the Institute for Vedic Studies, is tweeting to KRV6.

“They couldn’t have screwed this thing up worse if they’d tried.”

“Karma basically started as a joke at a party.”

“Somebody I forget who said, ‘Suppose a snake ate a tiger.’”

“Indigestion for a long time.”

“Especially if the tiger doesn’t die right away.”

“Limiting future incarnations? Where did THAT come from?”

“Hinduism was originally a conversation among artists.”

“They were talking about their paintings.”

“They were making up creatures in the paintings.”

“I mean, come on.”

“Some of the creatures came alive.”

“That’s where I come from.”

“This is one crazy planet.”

“Look at a painting long enough, you think it’s a planet.”

“Religion is art gone berserk.”

“At any given moment, anything that moves is being worshiped as a god by someone.”

“No wonder prison is the fastest growing industry on Earth.”

“I like this painting, you like that painting, let’s bring up the tanks and start shooting. Yeah, makes a lot of sense.”

“A priest is a janitor for a painting.”

“Aren’t there any schools for un-brainwashing?”

“As far as I can tell, Hinduism is four pretty good paintings.”

“Crazy people parlayed that into a caste system.”

“Hinduism=four paintings.”

“And Jehovah was a painter who lived in Brooklyn.”


Exit From the Matrix

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Jon Rappoport

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

Morbidly obese and pissed off

Or Heaven on Earth

by Jon Rappoport

May 31, 2011

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Remind me how this system works again? We, possessed of the greatest altruistic spirit in the history of the world, are gathering up all the struggling souls we can find and lifting them into a decent standard of living?

And when I say “we,” I don’t really mean you and I are actively pursuing this goal. Ha-ha, don’t be silly. We’re on the sidelines nodding yes. We’re registering our support so we can earn a gold star in The Book of Life? Is that what’s going on?

We’re with this great movement because we want to be known as good people (or not-bad people), even though no one is watching us or cares?

Or…has the “heaven on Earth” agenda spilled over the banks of the river, to the point where, in order to have an identity, a kid has to invent a disability and wear it like a badge?

Let’s see. Are we living in a society where people who earn money are paying out a very sizable chunk to the government so it can fight wars AND play messiah to every person with his hand out from here to the moon?

I’m asking, because that’s the way it looks to me.

And if by some random chance I happen to be right, how is this heaven on Earth thing going? Are cities cleaning up and becoming more prosperous? Is cradle to grave medical care making us more healthy? Is the ever increasing size of government making it possible to extend more real power to more people…or is it all turning to Bloat in a morbidly obese way any fool could have predicted?

What kicked off these questions? Well, the most recent trigger was an Atlanta Journal Constitution article in which an estimate was given for the total of outstanding student loans in America.

Projecting through 2011, the figure is: $1 TRILLION.

More than what all Americans owe on their credit cards.

So there is no confusion, we’re talking about loans made to students so they can attend college. And “outstanding” means: not paid back yet.

As of 2005, a survey study of college grads concluded that only 25% of these people could read at a rate that was considered proficient—and proficient simply means you can function in society and use information to forward your goals in life.

Since the federal government has taken over the student loan program, it appears the taxpayer is on the hook for $1 trillion, in order to produce 75% of all graduates who can’t find their ass with both hands.

But you see, it doesn’t matter, because it’s people helping people, and this is the prime directive, no matter how it’s working out.

Speaking of obese, 2007 government stats indicate 26% of Americans are obese.

Call me crazy, but it looks like victims are everywhere—and you can define that as real ones, made-up ones, ones who did it to themselves and are now being bailed out by taxpayer money, ones who are employed by government to help other ones, people who study victims and obtain gov grants to do it—a whole panorama.

Whereas once America was thought of as a place where people lent a helping hand, now that seems to be the main business of America, apart from wars and turning tribal people into Jeffersonian democrats. Where is the opium again and who is dreaming opium dreams?

And it’s quite possible, these days, that a nice kid from a decent American home will go through high school and learn, in various ways, that making money is a crime and parents are oppressors and we must all live in trees so the planet doesn’t overheat and explode—so when this kid reaches college, he/she is primed for the more serious kind of bitterness, resentment, and entitlement—vital experience he’ll garner off of loans laid out by the government—which is the only force that can create this heaven on Earth that must come to pass. By tomorrow at the latest.

And then we have this unchallenged figure: every year, the US medical system kills 225,000 people. 106,000 from FDA-approved medicines, 119,000 from misadventures in hospitals.

So…when I write about imagination and magic, and when I paint this idea of the great dormant power in each one of us, I’m not floating on a pink cloud. I’m not doing double rainbows. I’m not touting the New Age as the answer. The New Age has brought this many-headed morbid obesity to our doors.

I’m writing every day about individual POWER.

I don’t care if some people think it’s a bad word, a tainted word, a fearful word. I don’t care if some people shiver in the face of it and want tea and crackers and doilies instead.

I don’t care if this morbid society wants to redefine power to mean something we all collectively jump into and share, a vast vat of butter.

That’s triple-A high-grade, 100% pure bullshit.

And behind the faces of the people who promote it, there is a conniving spirit that runs like moldy scum through a stream.

Do you want a universe you want?

Then INVENT it.

That’s the power society tries to obscure with its heaven on Earth machinations.

That’s the original power being lost in the morbidly obese shuffle.

Good morning.


Exit From the Matrix

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Jon Rappoport

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

UNIVERSE MANUFACTURING

 

UNIVERSE MANUFACTURERS

 

MAY 31, 2011. Here are several ads from an interdimensional newspaper that might prove informative:

 

UNIVERSE MANUFACTURING! Let us build it for you! Move-in ready. All appliances and energy sources. Consult our catalog. Gods supplied or not. Easy entrance, no exit. Pre-hypnosis induced painlessly in our clean spacious facilities by licensed physicians!

 

CUSTOM BUILT UNIVERSES OUR SPECIALTY! Uni-language, gated planets, military emperors. Inspect our plans, work with a seasoned professional. Dignified cemeteries. CSI reruns.

 

A RETIREMENT UNIVERSE for the whole family! Do you want to pass on your genes to millions of future generations? Of course you do! Why else would you be alive? In our universe, we supply a religion that forbids gene waste, under penalty of deportation to a state-run hospital. Appoint surrogates to wage an eternal war between matriarchal and patriarchal gene-transmission preference. Square dancing, ping-pong tournaments, celebrity-look-alike performers on weekends.

 

COLLECTIVE GOO UNIVERSE FOR ADDLED MINDS! Be part of the Doofus! Delete thinking! Experience the thrill of melting down in 24/7 love with the One All Thingo! At first you’ll feel icy winds whipping through your separated soul on the plains of cruel choice. But then, at the last moment, from the deepest well of reality, a radiant finale will clutch your sacred yearning, as you’re shot up on to on a cloud of honey and transported to a fortress where patented OmniJuice floods your being and you realize this is your home forever! Soft rock, lake of marshmallows, electro-massage units. One and two bedroom apts.

 

NATURE IS NATURE UNIVERSE! Hunt for 60,000 years, fit into the environment, hear the roots grow; climb trees, shepherd goats, bath in snow, chant in monotone, blow up evil machines in distant cities. Exclusive Gaia tweets. Become utterly convinced there is nothing else! Raise children as primates! “Secrets of the Urine Garden” for first five callers.

 

AT LAST! THE SOULMATE UNIVERSE! Let us design your agonizing quest for the other half of yourself. You met a stranger for 18 seconds in a hotel bar? He’s here! Receive your initiation rites in the Oprah Palace and journey out on to the landscape of despair. Lifetimes of synchrony…and just-misses…and then….but we can’t give away the glorious ending. You know you want it, so let us build this low to mid-range IQ universe with billions of extras and millions of planets. Herbal wraps, hot stones; vegan paramedics on call.

 

PROMISE OF PARADISE UNIVERSE, slightly used version, for sale at giveaway price. Commit untold numbers of righteous acts that would be considered capital crimes with special circumstances in other universes, along the severe path of loyalty to a standard that will put you in a heaven others are denied. Commandments, holy book, some flagellation required. All races and religions invited. We have our own God and he’s pissed off!

 

VICTIMS PLUS! Have you been inventing a story of oppression that’s somehow never been accorded its proper due? Well, in our universe, we bring in the sheep and put bows on their necks! This your place! Normals supplied as foils. All the tables are turned. For once (and forever), you get what you deserve! Lavish benefits! Pre-training in the necromancy of bureaucratic interactions. Work the system as it’s never been worked before! Choose from a catalog of disorders. Full insurance coverage extended to family members.

 

THE END OF IMAGINATION UNIVERSE! Have you finally reached the end of your tether? Want to attribute all magic and creation to an external source? We have attractive life paths for trillions of serial incarnations. You’ll go with God, you’ll go with science, you’ll go with money, you’ll go with pills. We have it all. Our calibrated partial-narcosis treatments will saddle you with just enough doubt to make you wonder whether you’re doing the right thing by your existence…and yet, in the end, you’ll submit to a Greater Pattern. Geometric homilies, sacred this and that, ideal forms, gradualism, “it’s all about family,” “I’m doing this for the children,” “you only live once,” endless distractions constructed on the basis of “realism,”–you’ll become facile with them all. We’ll keep you hopping! Try our new on-and-off paranoia option. Limited light-year adventures available in some areas. Inquire about liability. Ask yourself if the End of Imagination Universe is right for you.

 

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Finally, the Truth about Symbols

by Jon Rappoport

May 31, 2011

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“The last time we saw her, him, or it, the winged figure, there were great shapes scrawled in the sky left behind, and then a single thought slowly falling to Earth like a light snow. The thought was: if these sky shapes had meaning, what would it be? And if each of you could decide independently, what would happen?” — Auntie Mime, Reality Disruptor

“The only menace is inertia.” — St. John Perse

The red knight said to the blue knight, “I’m departing for unknown shores. Here I give you the seal of my empire. Hold it close. When the hour of the new year strikes, open it and view the symbol contained therein. It carries esoteric meaning that will usher you into my lands.”

The blue knight was staggered. “Is this really true?” he said.

“I’ll reply with a riddle. Listen. It’s true if you’re a fool.” — Auntie Mime, Reality Disruptor


In land far-far or near-near, the people had symbols. For many centuries, symbols had been imposed on them.

This is not a hard thing to do. For example, you build a tower and place art around the joint and you play droning music and you dim the lights and you hold services, and the high priest hopefully has a rich mellow voice, a good baritone…and at the appropriate moment, he lapses into silence, waits, and then leans forward and pronounces the name of the symbol…maybe he holds up an illuminated stick with the symbol at the end.

Then he describes the meaning of the symbol.

And it sinks in.

Squish.

With enough time, enough good prep, enough symbols, you can put a whole populations under hypnosis and lead them around by their collective nose.

Well, in this land, the people eventually got tired of that crap, and so they sank the tower in the sea and started over.

From that moment on, symbols were OPEN.

Symbols were contemplated, now and then, and people could derive (imagine) whatever meanings they preferred. Each person could do that.

Then they would hold informal meetings, and after a few comedians loosened things up, people would stand, one at a time, and present their experience with the symbol of the month. Do their riffs. The only rule—don’t be boring.

The funny thing was, after a few years of this sort of meeting, the very language of the people began to expand…new words, new phrases, new ideas, new images…even new constructions.

It was a language, more and more, infiltrated by imagination.

And what do you know, the people became freer and more energetic. They sensed their language was coming into line with their creative impulse—whereas in many societies, the creative impulse comes into line with the language.

The people called this a major discovery, and they celebrated it by building a new tower. They discussed what to call it. After a few days, they said HOLD ON, THIS IS RIDICULOUS, and burned it down.

Every year, they build a new tower and burn it.

Just to remind themselves about what can happen when everyone behaves like an android and allows meaning to emanate from one point.

Their language is now 1000000000 times its former size.

Oh, off in a corner of a dim bar, a few guys reminisce about the good old days when things were normal and they knew what “the spiritual universe” consisted of. They wish it would all come back. The music, the snoring, the hypnotic ceremony, the closed symbols. They really love those closed symbols.

They’re even trying to build their own permanent tower out at the end of town by a tire recapper and a collapsed warehouse. Others, of the new generation, will go down there on a Saturday morning, stand around, and chip in advice.

“Put more mud on that side.”

“Make the holes for the windows a little bigger.”

Much amusement.

One universe, many universes, take your pick.


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HOW DEEP THE SCAM

 

HOW DEEP THE SCAM

 

MAY 31, 2011. The words “religion” and “imagination” are not usually used in the same sentence. Bad for business.

 

If they ran an imagination contest, and somehow a devotee of religion won, he might say, in an unguarded moment, “Look, this is the score. I imagine God and religion, because I can’t do any better. This is as far as I can go.”

 

Of course, he’d confess to that like an ant would read the label on a bottle of honey.

 

Religion IS default imagination. It’s what’s left over when a person gives up on imagination.

 

Okay, hit me with the myth. Embroider it. Bring in all the angels and the rituals and the texts. I surrender.”

 

Why do you think the Roman Church built all those cathedrals in Europe? To convince the population their own imagination couldn’t rival these gigantic stone hulks.

 

Today, it’s TV. Same deal.

 

Do you really think you can go up against 400 reruns of Law and Order every day?”

 

To put this a slightly different way, if people got together and said they wanted to install a ceiling on imagination, whatever they came up with WOULD BE RELIGION.

 

How else could they make the limitation stick?

 

One of the main features of society is that it’s a place where you can “get religion.”

 

COME ON IN, FOLKS. LEAVE YOUR DONATION AT THE DOOR. ALL ARE WELCOMED. LET ME SHOW YOU WHAT WE HAVE TO OFFER. OH, LOOK AT THIS. A CEILING ON IMAGINATION. THIS IS VERY, VERY POPULAR. IT’S CALLED RELIGION. LET ME EXPLAIN HOW IT WORKS.

 

With burgeoning revenues, religions can hire artists to produce painting and sculpture and design to actually DEPICT THE CEILING ON IMAGINATION. That’s quite a twist.

 

A few centuries of this sort of operant conditioning and you’ve got a sizable flock.

 

So some guy wanders into the Pope’s chamber and says, “Your Highness, I want to show you a universe I’ve created myself. It’s very interesting…”

 

I think they still have his skeleton in the Vatican basement.

 

Here’s another scenario. A painter paints an abstract painting on a large canvas. Somebody with a few billion dollars decides to mount a PR campaign to extol this painting. Relentless. After 20 years, 50 million people have seen and adored the picture. At least they think they adore it because in various in ways, they’ve been told to.

 

What do you have? Chances are: religion.

 

I stood before it and I was transported into another realm where I heard music. The notes showered down on me and I fell to my knees and saw my dead aunt. She spoke a language I had never heard before…”

 

A friend just emailed and reminded me about the use to which the UFO movement has been put. One segment of that community (and this has nothing to do with whether UFOs exist or where they come from) think that, with the arrival of space aliens, we will UNDERGO A RELIGIOUS CONVERSION. Wait. How did religion get into the act?

 

My first action as president, emperor, ruler-of-all will be to declare a religion holiday.

 

MY FRIENDS, ON JUNE 9TH, WE WILL TAKE A BREATH AND STEP BACK AND FORGET ABOUT ALL RELIGIONS. WE’LL REMEMBER THAT THIS WAS ALL IMAGINATION. AND STILL IS. AND THEREFORE, IMAGINATION IS VERY POWERFUL. LET’S NOT DEMEAN IT OR SET A CEILING ON IT, LET’S USE IT.

 

Hmmm. Have to rework that. Comes across a little too much like an ad for GE or IBM.

 

Meanwhile, I’m working on a new HOLY SACRED pill. You take it once a month and for a three-minute chunk out of the month you experience an intense influx of HOLY SACRED, which keeps you satisfied for the rest of the month. The pill experience is designed to make you feel the HOLY SACRED is coming from an external unnameable mysterious source. Side effects include dropping to your knees, a flood of tears, extensive gratitude, feeling tiny, and, occasionally, inflicting wounds on self. But these effects only last for three minutes, then you’re good for the month.

 

You realize your imagination is infinite, and you get on with creating new realities.

 

The uplift from THAT more than makes up for the loss of HOLY SACRED.

 

Amusing coda: as I was putting the finishing touches on this piece, our doorbell rang eight or nine times. Ding. Ding ding. Ding ding ding…

 

Jehovah’s Witnesses.

 

I kid you not.

 

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SAY THAT AGAIN?

 

SAY THAT AGAIN?

 

The trouble with Buddhism?–in order to free oneself of all desire, one has to desire to do so.”

Henry Miller, “Henry Miller on Writing,” 1964

 

MAY 30, 2011. Here is a slice attributed to Joseph Campbell, celebrated author of The Hero with a Thousand Faces:

 

The goal of life is to make your heartbeat match the beat of the universe, to match your nature with Nature.”

 

Maybe he penned that on a slow Saturday afternoon. Maybe he had indigestion. Maybe he was sipping a few rum and Cokes.

 

It’s hard for me to think of a quote I’d disagree with more.

 

Hitch your imagination up to a few horses, and let’s take a ride into the heart of Nature, where we’ll do the Great Merge, and then, like Sampson, we’ll all have suitable haircuts and wear badges as citizens of the great Match.com.

 

No thanks. I’ll fold that hand.

 

The deck is being dealt from the bottom.

 

Give me the joker, the wild card—imagination—and you can keep on playing strip poker.

 

I’ll wait and watch everybody go broke.

 

Whatever else you want to say about it, Nature, universe, is one work of art among many, among a potential infinity of works of art.

 

The others are supplied by imagination.

 

The ancient Tibetans had it right. Become the tree if you want to. Go all the way inside the inside. Merge with the rhythms, the sap, the energy, the space and time of it, the mind and soul of it…go as deep as deep is…love it with all your might if you want to…and THEN, when you’ve hadenough, DIS-ATTACH. Ditto for rock, cloud, sky, star.

 

Do you really want to believe your goal is to merge PERMANENTLY with one work of art? Do you want to believe you’re not going to create your own?

 

Kandinsky is credited (sort of) with painting the first abstract painting, in 1911. A picture that didn’t refer to Nature. Then critics decided: well, OF COURSE Kandinsky was making reference to Nature. He had to. Where else can a painter go?

 

This sort of pundit-nonsense will always be with us. Just as hypnotism will always be with us.

 

I’d prefer the opposite extreme of commentary: “we’re no longerbamboozled by Nature or the universe…”

 

The problem here? It’s RELIGION. The propaganda of devotion to universe/Nature. As if, in such humility, there is great pride.

 

Always a bad sign.

 

Just to make things clear–

 

Question: “If we’re not going to match ourselves to Nature, what’s left?”

 

Answer: “99.99999999999999999999 %.”

 

Prostrate ourselves before universe? It’s like saying all magic springs from wood sprites. If you buy that one, I have a an 18-wheeler on Bernard’s Star I’m unloading at a loss.

 

Like all religion, universe-worship is a confession of creative bankruptcy.

 

This is all I can imagine—don’t bug me. I’m a nature guy.”

 

For some artists, Nature/Universe is like a pole pole vaulters use to get over the bar. Fine. No problem. Gauguin, Van Gogh, Cezanne. Go to it. But let’s not take this into the realm of ultra-psychology, as Campbell does in his quote, above. Wonder whether he really wrote it.

 

At any rate, the sentiment expressed is one that millions of people believe they believe. Until they don’t. Until they see, quietly, it’s a mask.

 

The other day I saw a guy hawking newspapers on the corner:

 

HEY, GETCHUR PAPE! UNIVERSE AND US ARE ONE BIG GOO! JOIN UP. BE A BLOCK CAPTAIN! SPREAD THE WORD! GOO GOO. WE MERGED! FOR GOOD! NO GOING BACK NOW! THE WEDDING’S OVER! FROM HERE ON OUT, IT’S ONE LONG HONEYMOON!

 

Imagination was fun for a while. But then we got goo. Much, much better.” Zzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

 

The joker in the deck, as I said, is imagination. It’s the override. Of course, some people think of this as a felony.

 

Basically, poet/ philosopher Giordano Bruno was executed for it by the Church. On February 17, 1600, in the Campo de’ Fiori, after languishing in prison for seven years—the length of his trial for heresy—Bruno was burned at the stake.

 

Now, imagination is simply ignored, and little gods of nature jet set around the world spreading the holy message of devotion.

 

I want meadows red in tone and trees painted in blue. Nature has no imagination.”

Charles Baudelaire

 

In America, the Indian spirit has been mythologized with gloss, by others, for a long, long time. As if their Oneness with Nature was so profound it was a constant hum. Think about it. Do you really believe that when food was short and winter on the plains was long, when the Buffalo went far away, when times were very, very tough, when people were sick, all the Indians all the time maintained a solid stance and inhabited the painting that is Nature? That some didn’t curse and wish for another kind of world? Separate the phony historians and the B movies from the truth. Do you think all Indians were the same—or were there differences between people as there are in any other group?

 

This myth and other similar tales are blown way out of proportion for self-serving reasons, by people who were never part of any functioning tribe, who never really “lived in Nature.”

 

I point this out, because Universe/Nature as religion is coming back strong again. Has been, for some time. It’s a facet of deemphasizing the individual—who is the one who has imagination. The only one.

 

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