Podcast: A Vision of Decentralization of Power, a Vision of Imagination

Solving the New World Order and Technocracy and Personal Fatigue

by Jon Rappoport

October 4, 2022

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In this podcast, I’m going to talk about a subject near and dear to my heart. Decentralization of power across the board—which for me took off in 1988, when I wrote AIDS INC., Scandal of the Century.

Ever since then, I’ve been on that track. One, it brings power back to the individual, where it belongs; and two, it’s how you deal with tyranny at the top.

I’ve written and spoken about those subjects recently; in the podcast I’m fleshing out a vision of what decentralization can look like in full bloom, and how it benefits you to find your own vision.

With that last piece, I realize I’m on thin ice, because most people see absolutely no reason to create a vision about anything. When you suggest it they shrug and walk away.

Why? Because they see no value in imagination.

One of the priceless qualities in this or any other universe—and people yawn.

One of my self-appointed jobs over the past 30 years is promoting and explaining and elevating the power of imagination.

Imagination underlies ALL efforts at decentralization.

Imagination provides the SOLUTION to passivity and fatigue and the endless search for adrenaline and inspiration.

So I’ll talk about imagination in the podcast. It’s probably my favorite subject.

If somebody said, “You have to speak about one thing for 20 hours straight,” I’d pick imagination. No contest.

I’ll do my level best to inspire, not bore you in this podcast.

Reality—the total sum of what we’re told exists—is actually one tiny corner of everything that could be. And what could be is what gives life its meaning.

You can take THAT to the bank. But I advise you to keep it at home.

And remember, if a person says he has no imagination, all he has to do is imagine he does.

Which makes imagination the most interesting thing in the world.

Join me in this podcast. Take a new ride.

— Jon Rappoport


The Matrix Revealed

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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.

Podcast: The FBI Mar-a-Lago raid, and much more

Three mind-boggling events this past week

Number 3 is virtually unknown, and it’s a massive crusher—FOR us, not against us

by Jon Rappoport

August 16, 2022

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The fascist takeover of this and other countries has been accelerating—but this past week, major new cards have been pulled from the bottom of the deck and played.

I’m going to describe them and lay out the stunning implications.

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EVENT ONE: The FBI raid on Trump’s home in Florida. What’s behind it? I’ll discuss two of the major players lurking in the shadows, on the fringes, and what their presence means. No one else is covering this fully.

Are the powers-that-be just trying to derail any chance Trump has of running and winning in 2024? Or is something more going on?

EVENT TWO: With a new influx of $46 billion, the IRS is hiring 87,000 enforcement agents. The IRS’s posted job description stated: must be willing to use “deadly force.” After a backlash, the IRS scrubbed that section. What’s their real plan? And who are they trying to impress? I’ll lay out the reality.

EVENT THREE: And finally, I’ll expand my campaign on solutions, explaining how free and competitive states can overcome the concentration of federal power at the top of the food chain. As I write this…

Riley Moore, the state treasurer of West Virginia, is on FOX explaining how he is REMOVING enormous state monies from woke banks that refuse to do business with fossil fuel companies.

BANG. This is truly huge. Moore is turning the tables on Biden’s “green plan” to push the US into deep poverty.

This is exactly the kind of imaginative thinking that can spell victory for us.

There are MANY implications in Moore’s strategy. I’ll run them down for you. I can’t overstate their importance.

When you drive a dagger into the heart of banks that collude with government, you’re disrupting the very nerve center of tyranny.

Join me in this truly crucial podcast.

— Jon Rappoport


The Matrix Revealed

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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.

Podcast: Busting Fake Reality

The Job of the Century

The Knight’s Journey

by Jon Rappoport

August 9, 2022

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In this podcast, I’m going to throw in everything, including the kitchen sink—because this IS the job: busting fake reality.

Fake reality holds people and populations together. And not in a good way.

Engineered and self-imposed consensus makes possible all the high-level crimes that are designed to sink civilization into mass slavery.

In the podcast, I’m going to talk about ways we can BREAK the glue that binds people together in fake reality.

I’ll also explore the psychological and spiritual roots of people’s DESIRE to “surrender to the glue.”

As a journalist and writer, I have vast experience in this area. It’s been my target in everything I do.

Consensus is a strange creature. You can dismantle a chunk of it, and then it tends to grow back.

There’s a NEED people have to gloss over fractures in consensus reality and pretend they never happened.

If we were talking about a land war, we would say our troops took the city, then retreated, then took it again, then retreated—over and over again.

I used to know a woman during the health freedom movement of the 1990s who was a terrific researcher. She taught me things I never knew about Rockefeller medicine and germ theory and Big Pharma. She knew the scam from top to bottom. Plus she was an articulate outspoken advocate for individual freedom.

Two months after the declaration of the COVID pandemic, she was living in a small one-room apartment, wearing a mask indoors, very rarely venturing outdoors, and calling a friend every time she had the slightest symptom of a cold.

She’d busted fake reality big-time, but eventually she filled in all those cracks and painted over them and was totally buying into consensus.

Some version of this happens to many people every day.

The vanquished amoeba grows back.

There are many stories from the Middle Ages about the Knight who embarks on the mission of his life, to explore what lies beyond ordinary consensus reality. On his journey, he eventually comes to a threshold.

He knows if he crosses that line, his existence is going to become New. He doesn’t know how things will change, but they will. At that moment, all his conditioning tells him to turn around and go back.

But he doesn’t. He pushes on across the threshold. And then he finds out why he needed to push on. He finds the answer in himself.

Join me in this podcast.

Each one of us is a knight on that journey.

— Jon Rappoport


The Matrix Revealed

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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.

Atlas Shrugged vs. the Lockdowns

by Jon Rappoport

March 4, 2022

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NOTE TO READERS: As of this writing, Thursday night, the situation at the nuclear power plant in the Ukraine is quite serious, but not catastrophic. Latest report is the fire is in a training building, and radiation levels at the power plant are not elevated. But all this could change in a moment, and sources of information are not reliable.

Huge organizations and huge governments (and their leaders) dictate fates like these—and yet people say these organizations are our saviors. So today I wanted to present a radically different view. Here it is:


I’m an admirer of Ayn’s two novels, The Fountainhead and Atlas Shrugged.

If she were here today, I would try to engage her in discussion on one point: philosophic materialism. I would attempt to show her that she embraces a contradiction.

If physical existence means the motion of tiny particles that make up every object, including the body and brain, then the concept of consciousness means nothing—because those particles do not contain any quality that would imply consciousness or freedom or meaning or understanding.

To say humans are conscious—which Rand does (in celebratory fashion), while asserting there is no non-material existence whatsoever—is a blatant contradiction.

I believe she discovered that, when she shuffled off her mortal coil on March 6, 1982.


In Ayn Rand’s titanic novel (1957), Atlas Shrugged, the inventor and philosopher, John Galt, and his bold industrialist companions withdraw from society and vanish, abandoning and destroying their key companies.

This revolutionary action strikes a final crippling blow to an America already ruined by strangling government-imposed measures, aimed at taking over the means of production and killing the creative individual.

Galt plans to return when the destruction is complete; he and his friends will rejuvenate the country when the paralyzed government surrenders to freedom and stands aside.

Those were the mythic terms of the struggle portrayed by Rand.

Her novel, of course, was hated by mainstream pundits. One of their incidental criticisms: “nothing like that could happen in America.”

61 years later it did happen; in reverse.

The government “withdrew its support of the economy” with COVID lockdowns. The government announced the economy would be returned only when the population obeyed all the measures designed to protect them.

No corporate leaders and industrialists staged a Galt-like rebellion. They folded. They went down on their knees. They wriggled their way to a mighty government money-trough and inhaled massive bribes.

Looking more closely—the government was intent on destroying smaller businesses, independent companies, and free individuals who had created and sustained those companies. All on the basis of a medical and scientific fraud; that was the pretext.

Actually, the snorting hogs at the biggest government money trough—the corporate leaders—were already collaborators with government.

The government was putting what it hoped were finishing touches on a form of Collectivism, in which every human was viewed as connected to every other human—by infection with a virus. And therefore, every individual action would be judged through interrogation: ARE YOU SPREADING THE DISEASE?

Acting in freedom automatically carried a verdict of spreader.

A grinning skull broadcast the universal message: WE’RE ALL IN THIS TOGETHER…

The message of the group trying to regress to a primitive illiterate stage before an attempt at rule by law.

—Ayn Rand’s hero, John Galt, has invented a new kind of motor. Turned out in mass production, it can make enough energy to power the industry of a nation. A world.

The government wants Galt to surrender his invention, for “the greater good.” He refuses. Government agents find him and prepare to torture him, to obtain his secrets—but Galt’s friends rescue him.

Galt’s view is the invention and the technology belong to him. He can sell energy to whomever he chooses, and withhold it from whomever he chooses. He can set the price.

Critics of the novel pounce on this position as the most horrific sin imaginable. OF COURSE a groundbreaking innovation of such magnitude must be shared, given freely, donated to the world.

Except, when you decipher “the world,” it means government. It means top-down political power coming out of the barrel of a gun. It means government can leverage its unearned ownership of technology into an instrument of give and take: “we give you this, but we take that.”

And what’s taken is freedom.

Socialists and collectivists always manage to pin the label SELFISH on the individual, and never on government. The State is good, the State is kind, and if you go too far in denying its sainthood, it will arrest you.

Anyone who intelligently reads Atlas Shrugged knows Galt is not an evil man. He doesn’t sit up nights scheming ways to sell energy with the purpose of enslaving people—as opposed to the motives of governments.

But he does make the simple and stark judgment that his inventions are his. They don’t belong to persons who did nothing. They don’t belong to agents of the State. They don’t belong to religious prelates or second-hand hustlers or brainless pundits or universities or corporations or foundations or institutes or the poor or the rich or the in-between. Or the shapers and enforcers of lockdowns.

More than 80 years ago, Buckminster Fuller pointed out that the technology existed to provide the essentials of survival—food, shelter, clothing, education—to every human on the face of the Earth.

He was right. But the open question was, who would be in charge of making that happen?

99.999 percent of Fuller’s followers blithely assumed it would be governments. Well, those followers are still waiting. And the fulfillment is no closer now than it was 80 years ago.

That’s called a clue.

Fuller’s vision could be brought into being on two conditions: tyrannical and controlling governments, who don’t want their populations to succeed, get out of the way; and bright entrepreneurs in many countries form companies that sell the essentials of survival, on VERY reasonable terms, to 6 BILLION eager customers.

That’s quite a sizable market. 6 billion is roughly the number of people in the world who live close to or below the poverty line.

I believe bright entrepreneurs, left to their own devices, could find ways to make Essentials of Survival for All come to pass. And their profits would soar.

Governments, however, don’t like this brand of business. They want to be in charge of it. Meaning: they want to make sure it fails.

If it fails, they’re still in power. If it succeeds, they’re dead. They’re useless husks on the side of the road.

An intelligent reading of Atlas Shrugged reveals that “lifting all boats” of people everywhere is possible, as a side effect of visionary, creative, relentless men and women owning what they invent and produce.

I use the word “possible,” because through no fault of Ayn Rand or her novel, the individual creators she presents on the page have to will themselves into existence in the everyday world—never abandoning their ownership of what they’ve made or their souls.

Atlas Shrugged, read today, is a doubly jolting experience, because you see, laid out before you in the book, a reverse mirror image of what has happened in the past two years of lockdowns. But through Rand’s vision, you see the escape hatch.

It’s not a trick or a system or a piece of luck. It’s the creative and powerful and uncompromising individual.

The silver bullet to the predatory werewolf of the State.

And as a bonus, you see technology, Galt’s technology, as a triumph—not as the omnipresent technocracy of control.

Great fresh air blows through open windows.


John Galt speaks from the pages of Atlas Shrugged:

“Do not attempt to find us. We do not choose to be found. Do not cry that it is our duty to serve you. We do not recognize such duty. Do not cry that you need us. We do not consider need a claim. Do not cry that you own us. You don’t. Do not beg us to return. We are on strike, we, the men of the mind.”

“We are on strike against self-immolation. We are on strike against the creed of unearned rewards and unrewarded duties. We are on strike against the dogma that the pursuit of one’s happiness is evil. We are on strike against the doctrine that life is guilt.”

“If enjoyment is a value, why is it moral when experienced by others, but immoral when experienced by you?… Why is it immoral for you to desire, but moral for others to do so? Why is it immoral to produce a value and keep it, but moral to give it away?”

“The man who lets a leader prescribe his course is a wreck being towed to the scrap heap.”

“You propose to establish a social order based on the following tenets: that you’re incompetent to run your own life, but competent to run the lives of others—that you’re unfit to exist in freedom, but fit to become an omnipotent ruler—that you’re unable to earn your living by use of your own intelligence, but able to judge politicians and vote them into jobs of total power over arts you have never seen, over sciences you have never studied…”

“Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplaceable spark, in the hopeless swamps of the approximate, the not-quite, the not-yet, the not-at-all…”

“Do not open your mouth to tell me that your mind has convinced you of your right to force my mind. Force and mind are opposites; morality ends where a gun begins. When you declare that men are irrational animals and propose to treat them as such, you define thereby your own character and can no longer claim the sanction of reason…”

“To force a man to drop his own mind and to accept your will as a substitute, with a gun in place of a syllogism, with terror in place of proof, and death as the final argument—is to attempt to exist in defiance of reality. Reality demands of man that he act for his own rational interest; your gun demands of him that he act against it. Reality threatens man with death if he does not act on his rational judgment: you threaten him with death if he does. You place him into a world where the price of his life is the surrender of all the virtues required by life—and death by a process of gradual destruction is all that you and your system will achieve, when death is made to be the ruling power, the winning argument in a society of men.”


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.

Old president launches new revolution

by Jon Rappoport

December 31, 2021

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September 12, 2043.

In a crumbling industrial district of a desolated city on the eastern seaboard, I finally found former President Jack Talmadge.

He was standing behind the counter inside a dim storefront.

People told me you were dead, Jack.

Yeah, well, I wanted them to assume that.

So what are you doing these days?

Splitting things apart.

What?

I was faced with a choice, given the state of the nation. Try to glue together a new unity, or decentralize power. After a lot of thought, I went with decentralize. When the Constitution was canceled, back in ’39, and the Monarchy was installed, I saw no other option.

So what are you doing?

For one thing, individuals need cover. Lots of cover. I’m offering cheap ID packages. These days, a person needs to be at least six different people. I’ve got vaccine passports. You invent your name and I enter it on the passport and in databases. I back up your new name with other forms of ID. Insurance cards, tax records, military service records, voter registration, and so on.

All that for each new identity?

You bet. And you can have as many new identities as you want. One of my customers is a Marine, a furniture salesman, a building inspector, an ER surgeon, a border patrol agent, a frozen brain in a cryogenic facility, and a waiter.

And all that because?

Come on, it’s obvious. Every person with a grain of sense needs to evade tracking, surveillance, social credit score mandates. It’s the first order of business.

What about money? Guaranteed government income comes with behavioral mandates.

I can set up a dozen small digi-cash accounts for you at small banks.

Fake money?

No more fake than Fed Reserve money. The accounts usually get shut down in 30 days or so. But I can rotate them through different platforms, to keep you going.

And what do I do then?

You live. You live your life. Preferably, you start a small community somewhere out in the sticks. There are thousands of them already.

I start a community? You mean grow our own food, that sort of thing?

Sure. But I can supply you with a tech package, off the books. Advanced solar energy, generators, internet access, security systems, nano-sensor jammers. I’ve got a good camouflage cover, plus reflectors, that’ll evade most drone detection. We need to build a new parallel country that’s completely decentralized.

You think it’ll work?

It’s already working. Listen, the new Monarch has issued over a hundred mandates in the past six months. The courts and judges are in his pocket. Have you seen the latest vaccine edict? All recommended CDC vaccines have to be taken now. No opting out, no matter who you are.

Three books I wrote are on the government burn list.

Then you should become a dozen different identities—at minimum. A dozen completely different ID packages.

There are military units all over the country looking for “rebels.”

That’s why I recommend getting at least one military ID package. I can supply you with uniforms and a rank and assignment papers. Better yet, I can give you a CIA ID. As long as it stands up, you’re immune from official hassling. You can travel anywhere. You can buy any product. You can enter any government office. I’ve worked out a real blockbuster. You can become a certified virologist. That means you can attach yourself to certain labs and pretend to do research. You’re completely shielded from the usual government inspections.

I don’t know anything about virology.

Doesn’t matter. Those guys are all fakers. They pretend to isolate new viruses. You just need to learn a bunch of key phrases and definitions and you’re in. I’ve got a guy who used to be a car mechanic. For the past two years, he’s been set up in a lab at Los Alamos. He’s co-authoring papers for medical journals.

How many people in America would you say are now pretending to be other people?

Close to two million.

That’s got to be having an impact.

Just between you and me, the Monarch’s new assistant FBI director is actually a moonshiner from the hills of Tennessee. He’s put together a documented back-story detailing his false past. Imagine, say, 50,000 of these people in key positions in society—all of them operating on counterfeit IDs, subverting the fascist systems they’re working for. Damn right it’s having an impact.

And these 50,000 people aren’t organized?

Right. That’s the beauty of it. The Monarch can’t bust a whole “ring of conspirators.” It doesn’t exist. That’s what I mean by splitting and decentralization.

The resurrection of the individual?

Bingo. Now think about THIS. There are people using fake IDs and fake histories who’ve gotten jobs in government agencies that SPY ON AND VERIFY the day-to-day activity of citizens.

They’re working inside the federal track and trace surveillance net?

Exactly. It’s called eating out the system from the inside. Subversion ON BEHALF OF individual freedom. When I look back on my Presidency, I realize THAT’S the sort of thing I should have been doing. But I maintained a fantasy that I could pull the whole nation together under the banner of freedom. And maybe I could have, if I’d had bigger balls. But I was afraid to go all the way and face up to my enemies, come hell or high water. I presided over an enormous amount of destruction by failing to oppose and cancel the lockdowns. And then I defended my inaction with excuses. I said the economic destruction and the horrendous medical destruction were wholly “other people’s fault.” I basically told the nation a personal victim story—which was pure unadulterated bullshit. I came to realize all this after I left office. So now I’m making up for lost time.

Listen, you mentioned a person could get an ID package proving he’s a frozen brain stored in a cryogenic facility. It so happens I’ve always wanted to be dead. You know, cut loose from the past. With a brand new life ahead of me.

No problem. The Kurzweil Memorial Center for Brain-Machine Interface has a freezer warehouse full of brains of former people who paid twenty grand a pop. I can give you ID that proves you’re one of those brains. Well, I won’t give it to you. I’ll insert the data in a few dozen key databases, including the Memorial Center’s own records, which are badly maintained—they’re a sieve. I’ve got a dozen people in there already. One of them is now living in his fishing boat off the coast of Tahiti. He’s a software developer. Spends a few hours a day hacking into official files all over the world, changing codes, inserting new algorithms. I’ll make you into a frozen brain. Meanwhile, under a variety of new names, you keep writing and publishing what you write.

AND SO I HAVE.


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.

Outside the Reality Machine

by Jon Rappoport

December 29, 2021

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READER: Mr. Rappoport, why do you sometimes write fiction/satire?

ME: Because if you think non-rational reality can be solved simply by rationally setting the record straight, you’re sadly mistaken. Look around you.

READER: Are you saying reality itself is non-rational?

ME: That’s exactly what I’m saying. What we take to be reality is exported to us, and we import it and accept it. That situation is entirely irrational. At the deepest—and therefore—most important level, each one of us is capable of creating the reality we most profoundly desire.

I need to catch a train and I’m late
Finally a clerk directs me to a set of stairs
But after I run down two flights I wind up on the wrong track
I’m familiar with these set-ups
—On board a pleasure yacht
I’m alone in the dining room at 2 in the afternoon
A waiter brings me a glass of champagne
He looks like Al Capone
He sits down next to me and pulls out his tax forms
I spread them on the table and study them
All in order, I say
Nothing to worry about
The feds are lying
They’re paying more for the judge than you’re paying
An explosion goes off
We’re in the water swimming for the dock
Machine gun fire…
I’m walking along a winter road
Two wolves trotting at my side
They’re looking up at me
They want to know where we’re going…

—Suppose, one day, you’re walking around and you see a person who looks exactly like you buying bread in a shop. You approach him and engage him in conversation. You discover he knows everything you know. But he knows it with more clarity. He’s integrated. He’s more agile. You’re no longer useful, pragmatically speaking. You’re out. In an instrumental society, you’re defunct. You have to go somewhere else. You have to start over. You’re cut loose. You don’t need to consider your obligations.

There is always a little man behind his desk telling you you’re dead because he’s dead
It’s standard
Like a shot in the arm for a disease no one ever heard of

You walk into a large living room
Tall machines humming
They’re manufacturing reality
You see the switches on a wall
What happens if you turn them off

The living room is full of people
Cocktail party
They don’t see what you see
They’re talking about virus, virus, virus
They’re wearing masks
They’re comparing vaccine passports

In a corner of the room
A distinguished doctor wearing rimless glasses
Is holding court
A gaggle of earnest guests are listening
He’s describing Omicron
One person has a heart attack and falls down on the carpet
The others ignore him

Now the doctor is talking about a new test for the virus
And transmission
And breakthrough cases
And his visit to Gavin Newsom’s winery in northern California
And the probability of new lockdowns
And spikes in case numbers
And quarantine facilities

Suddenly the doctor and the listeners and the man lying on the floor
Freeze in a paralyzed tableaux

—You’re walking through a zoo
And you’re looking at that frozen scene encased in a glass cube
There’s a plaque on the base of the cube
You move closer
But you can’t make out the printing on the plaque
A security guard says, step back sir, unless you want purchase
A premium membership, in which case you can enter the cube

If I go inside, can I get out?

No, but the characters will begin to speak and move, and then you’ll all leave the party and take a taxi to a hotel and check into rooms and
Meet you families there and start a new life

I’ll have a job

A good job, and you’ll live in the suburbs in a nice home

Will there be rules

There are always rules, but if you obey them you’ll have a happy life

I’ll travel

You and your family will travel to many places and stay in first-class resorts

But I’ll never be able to come back here

No

Why not?

There are walls between various locales

It’s part of the set-up

Exactly

And I’m not allowed to question the set-up

You can question it, privately, to yourself, but that’s all

Will I remember this place, here

For a time, but the memory will fade

What about the reality machines in the living room

You won’t see them again

There has to be some kind of trick here

Of course there is, think it through—right now you’re standing outside and there are people you love who are inside—are you going to go inside to try to help them escape—or you could be inside and there would be people you love who are outside—are you going to try to break down a wall and reach them through a wall that was built to stand the test of time and block your way—however you want to look at it, reality is a collection of separate containers meant to stay separate

Suppose I invent new realties that that are open, that have no walls

THAT’S ILLEGAL, THAT’S A MAJOR CRIME, that’s THE crime


The visible light spectrum is only a minor part of the full spectrum. In the same way, consensus-thought is only a tiny arc in the full arc of invented thought (which is infinite).

On May 14, 2266, the New England Journal of Medicine and Psychology published a paper titled:

WHAT IS ‘A NEGATIVE CONSEQUENCE?’

A quote: “Brain research discovers common patterns of activity across a whole population. These patterns would be called ‘normal’. Exceptions would be classified as various categories of ‘disordered thought’. It’s assumed that only ‘harmonious and symmetrical’ brain patterns are positive and beneficial.”

A reader commented: “This assumption is grossly false. It’s a stunted version of aesthetics. Creative force always breaks out of these little geometries. So does every new idea. Increasingly, Earth culture is unable to understand this.”

—That reader receives a government notice and is summoned to a hearing. He’s interviewed by a virtual AI employee of the federal Department of Stat Research.

HOLOGRAPHIC i-FIGURE: “Are you all right during this epidemic lockdown? I see you live alone.”

“Yes, I’m fine.”

“We want you to enjoy yourself. Are you watching learning programs?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t like them.”

“Well, we have a report on you. It indicates an output difficult to measure or interpret. What can you tell us about this?

“I don’t know. I’m composing a symphony.”

“A symphony? What is that?”

“It’s a piece of music written for a large orchestra.”

“I find no extant orchestras in the country.”

“That’s true. Nevertheless, I’m composing.”

“Why?”

“For that day when an orchestra may come into being again.”

“Your thought-impulses entered ranges we were not able to summarize.”

“I suppose that means your instruments are limited.”

“Your last statement might be viewed as incendiary. It suggests we are imposing a restriction. As you well know, the science is settled on this point. We measure and interpret thought that contributes to an overall positive outcome, for the population at large.”

“I’m aware of that, yes. But the science rests on certain assumptions. I would call it greatest good as a lowest common denominator.”

“What do you mean?”

“You decide a certain mindset contributes to the consensus reality you favor. You legislate a range of thought that will produce the consensus.”

“That’s a gross oversimplification.”

“It doesn’t describe the algorithms you employ, but all in all I believe my summary is correct. You’re reality makers. You monitor thought-emissions, and when you find a departure from ‘combined averages,’ as you call them, you issue a citation.”

“What is this symphony you’re composing?”

“It’s impossible to explain. It’s music.”

“It has a specific message?”

“No. If it did, I would write out the message and leave it at that.”

“Why have we not heard of you before?”

“I was doing illustrations for the Happiness Holos.”

“We know. What happened?”

“I became bored. A machine could make those pictures. So I decided to compose music.”

“The Happiness Holos are an essential social program.”

“Perhaps. They encourage people to stay on the positive side of a construct called Positive&Negative, which as you know is a State-sponsored theme. But what is superficially indicated by those two opposing sets is, in fact, fuel for the fire.”

“Fuel for what fire?”

“The artist can use and transform any material.”

“Where did you hear such a thing?”

“Nowhere. I’ve experienced it many times.”

“Your views are highly eccentric. I will have to consult your childhood history to understand their roots.”

“I’m afraid that won’t do you any good.”

“Why not?”

“Because your version, the US Department of Psychology version of cause and effect, is propaganda for the masses.”

“This is your idea of a joke?”

“Not at all.”

“When you compose this…symphony, how do you think?”

“It’s not thinking in the way you use the term.”

“No? Then what do you do?”

“I invent sound.”

“Preposterous.”

“Large masses of sound.”

“Absurd. According to what underlying pattern?”

“None. Check the Library of Structures. I doubt you’ll find my activity in the catalogs.”

“Known structures and patterns are contained in the files.”

“I don’t invent through pattern.”

“No? How then?”

“I improvise.”

“And this term refers to?”

“Something done spontaneously.”

“And you exceed prescribed ranges of thought in the process.”

“Perhaps. I would hope so. I don’t keep track.”

“You’re being flippant.”

“I assumed you’d eventually cite me. I’m just composing music during the lockdown.”

“There is no citation yet. You’re an anomaly. We investigate. We consider.”

“I’m afraid your and my idea of ‘consider’ are quite different.”

“Let me ask you this. When you are composing, do you ever believe you enter into a realm or area that could be called ‘non-material’? We’ve heard such claims before.”

“Not if you’re referring to some fairyland. But all thought is basically non-material. The brain registers it after the fact. Thought, the real thing, doesn’t take place in the brain.”

“You’re deluded. And disordered.”

“If I could simply confess to that and be on my way, I’d be a happy man.”

“You live in a society. To keep the peace and maintain the Positive, science has discovered that thought should occur within certain parameters.”

“If you insist.”

“We want to study you. It’s a great honor to be called. You could help extend the boundaries of research…we register variation from the norm in your present thinking.”

“What present thinking?”

“What you’re thinking right now.”

“That was quick.”

“The readouts are instantaneous…what are you doing?”

“I’m starting the fourth movement.”

“Wait. What you’re doing is disruptive.”

“You assume that based on how you set your normal frequencies.”

“YOU’RE BEING DISRUPTIVE. STOP YOUR THOUGHTS.”

All along the major esplanade, and in the lake area, and in the industrial parks and residential high rises, virtual structures shattered like glass.

The holographic i-figure went dark.

A thousand holographic government buildings froze and vanished.

The composer said to no one, “I’m just composing. Well, apparently not just.”

—Back in his room at the edge of the city, he said, “I suppose that’s what they mean by a negative consequence.”

He sat down at his computer and turned it on

He plugged in a small module. The screen went red. Black letters formed: DISEQUILIBRIUM. He pressed the send key.

The encrypted score of the first three movements of his symphony set out on a rapidly changing zig-zag journey to a series of caverns below cities in Belgium, Switzerland, Germany, Italy, America.

A program consisting of the synthesized instruments of a full orchestra read the score and began to broadcast the music to small groups of people sitting in the caverns…


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.

The Extraterrestrial, the self-important Earth Person, and the Pig

by Jon Rappoport

December 24, 2021

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There was no ship and no landing.

The ET just coalesced as a shining stick figure in the living room of James Smyth III, the chairman of the International Association of Art Museums. It was late in the evening, and Smyth was alone.

The chairman registered no shock. The ET said, “I chose you as my initial contact, because you have connections in politics and media.”

“I might be able to sponsor a conference.”

“I want private talks.”

“Oh. Yes. Of course.”

Then this interchange occurred:

You know, Mr. Smyth, the most significant subject I could broach is Reality.

I’ve often thought about it while walking the lonely halls of an empty museum late at night—

Reality is elastic. But in order to see that, a person has to deploy his imagination. Otherwise, Reality can appear to be a block of steel.

You know, I’ve seen and talked with very famous celebrities. Some of them seem to have a glow around them. Is there a way to change my DNA so I can emit that glow?

Mr. Smyth, if Reality had a plan, it would be to stay where it is and say it can’t change. Reality is a form of propaganda. The deeper you drill into the propaganda, the more you realize the very basics—for instance, space and time—are provisional.

One of our former presidents, Bill Clinton, was very interested in UFOs. I know Bill. I might be able to arrange an event at one of the museums here in New York. The publicity would be enormous. I could introduce you; make a short speech. It would be a charity fundraiser.

Some of the most convincing and oppressive Realities, Mr. Smyth, are built on nothing. That’s what you find at the bottom of your search, if you go deep enough. When you expose this, people have a chance to wake up. The hypnotic trance they’re in tends to dissipate.

I visit my barber every week. I have a standing appointment. My tailor has made several different kinds of British suits for me. But something in my persona is lacking. Are there any tricks you could teach me? I want to convey a sense of…I want people to come to attention when I enter a room.

Humans specialize in Reality-addiction. They’re convinced that what they see and feel is all there is. The One Reality. But there are a potentially unlimited number of Realities that can be invented. The individual invents them.

I once contemplated a run for a seat in the Senate. I had financial backers. But in the end, our team decided I just didn’t have the name recognition. We had Jimmy Carter come in and talk with us. He said he didn’t think I was a good fit for politics. It would have been quite a different career path than the one I finally chose. I think my family was disappointed. Our daughter had taken a tour of the White House as a child, and she was in love with the idea of actually living there…

Some of the biggest discoveries a person makes come from imagining how Reality COULD be, contrasted against how it IS. Seeing both, side by side…then perception and thought change.

Sixty years ago, the Metropolitan Museum bought a minor Rembrandt. It never drew the crowds the Board expected. Now the most important donors want to sell it. They’ve asked for my opinion. Rather than write a report, I’m going to make a video presentation. I’m trying to decide whether to bring the film crew here to the house, or speak against the background of the River and the majestic skyline of the city.

Inventing new Realities causes radically positive changes in chemical processes of cells of the body, hormone levels, and other less-noticed energies. We saw this happen with Rodin.

On the second floor of the Metropolitan, we have a lovely Rodin. I wanted to move it down to the lobby, but I was outvoted. Basically, the Council was launching a little power play against me.

At a deep level, most humans are programmed with crude concepts of symmetry, balance, harmonization, and organization. They automatically reject anything outside those parameters as dissonance and noise. They ignore whole universes.

My good friend Melania Trump came to me with a proposal to launch a traveling exhibition of the history of Western fashion. I thought it was a bold notion. But the political atmosphere was poisonous. We just couldn’t raise interest. The New York papers went after me hammer and tongs. One reporter called me “a fascist in sheep’s clothing.” Can you believe it? We were just talking about hats. Hats and dresses. And suddenly I was Mussolini.

In Tibet, fifteen centuries ago, before the priest-class moved in with their metaphysical baggage and set up a theocracy, adepts lived up in the cold mountains and practiced exercises designed to make them see, once and for all, that universe was a product of mind. From that point on, an individual could alter space and time. He could make a forest disappear and reappear.

I hate to cut this short, but I have to take a call from Japan. We’re bringing over several Hokusai drawings next month. The minister of culture is an old friend of mine. His son and my daughter went to Princeton together. But anytime you’d like to come back—

—The extraterrestrial made a slight motion and changed Mr. Smyth into a large pig.

The pig wandered around the room sniffing the furniture.

The pig said, “I forgot to mention that one of President Biden’s advisors on foreign policy is a former member of the Museum Association. She has a summer cottage just outside Brattleboro. Perhaps I could make arrangements for you two to sit down and have a chat. Many years ago, when she came to work for us, I mentored her on fundraising and prestige. Donors want be connected to their gifts in a variety of public ways.”

The extraterrestrial dropped an ear of corn on the floor and vanished.

Several months later, after appearances on Face the Nation, Meet the Press, and the PBS News Hour, the pig announced he was running for a seat in the US Senate. His opening poll numbers were through the roof.

However, since he was on the ticket as a Republican, New York Democrat party leaders were alarmed. Kamala Harris flew up from Washington and huddled with PR pros at the Rockefeller Institute.

Two days later, Anthony Fauci retired from public life, and President Biden offered the pig the vacant position of White House chief coronavirus advisor.

Pledging to serve the nation in a time of crisis, the pig accepted. He told reporters, “I follow the science, just as my good friend Dr. Fauci did. The vaccine is remarkably safe and effective. It’s the only way out of the lockdowns and the trough of government bailouts. It’s how we get to herd immunity…”


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.

Wormhole in the Museum Called Reality

by Jon Rappoport

December 20, 2021

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My friend Charlie sells a painting to the Gregorian Museum out on Galactic Park.

They hang his painting in one of the upstairs rooms for a week, and then trouble starts. Charlie gets a phone call in the middle of the night from the director. Charlie can’t believe his ears. He rushes over to the museum.

Upstairs, the director is in his pajamas pacing back and forth. Charlie goes up to his painting, looks at it for a few minutes and sees it.

People have walked into the painting and taken up residence there.

Holy crap.

They’re in there.

Law suits, the director says. Their families could take us to the cleaners.

When Charlie calls out to the people inside his painting, they don’t hear him. They don’t seem to be able to get out. At least no one’s trying.

What do you want me to do? Charlie says.

Get them the hell out of there, the director says. Pick up the picture and shake it if you have to. Turn it upside down. I don’t care.

Charlie doesn’t think this is a good idea. Somebody could get hurt.

So for the next few hours, he sits in front of his painting, drinks coffee, and tries to talk to the people inside.

No dice. Even when he yells, they don’t notice him.

By this time, the chairman of the museum board has shown up. He’s agitated. He’s yabbering about containing the situation.

Charlie asks him how he proposes to do that.

Blanket denial, the chairman says. Pretty soon, the cops are going to link these disappearances to the museum—but then we just throw up our hands and claim we know nothing about it.

A lot of good that’ll do, the director says. Even if we wiggle out of the law suits, our reputation will be damaged. People won’t want to come here. They’ll be afraid somebody will snatch them.

Okay, the chairman says, we’ll shut down for repairs. New construction. That’ll buy us a few weeks and we can figure out something. We’ll say the building needs an earthquake retrofit. Not a big one. Just some shoring up.

…So that’s what happened. They closed the museum and hoped for the best.

Charlie was upset. If word got out, how could he ever sell another painting? His agent told him he was nuts. He’d become the most famous person in the world, and people would be lining up trying to get inside his pictures. You’ll be a phenomenon, he said.

Yeah, Charlie said, until some loon tries to take me out.

A week later, while Charlie and I were having breakfast at a little cafe over by the river, he told me the people inside his painting were building yurts. They were digging a well.

What are they eating, I asked him.

Beats me, he said. But they don’t seem worried. They look okay.

But they can’t get out, he said. At least they don’t want to. They’re settling down in there!

I asked him the obvious question about shrinkage.

I know, he said. They’re a hell of a lot smaller. But no one’s complaining, as far as I can tell.

They like your work, I said.

He looked at me like he was going to kill me, so I let it drop.

Okay, I said. Here’s what you need to do. Go over there and add something to the painting.

He blinked.

What?

Paint on the painting. See what happens.

Sure, he said, and drive them into psychosis. Who knows what effect it would have?

Paint a nice little country road that leads them right out into the museum. They’ll see it, they’ll walk on it.

No, he said. Don’t you get it? They’ve already taken things a step further. They’re not just living in my landscape. That was the initial draw. They’re building their own stuff in there. They’re…poaching!

Silence.

Then there’s only one thing you can do, I said.

I leaned across the table and whispered in his ear. He listened, then jumped back.

No, I said. You have to. Don’t be a weak sister. Go for it.

…So Charlie went upstairs in the museum and cleared everybody out. He unpacked the little suitcase he’d brought and set up a player and a speaker. He shoved in a disc and turned on the music. Some sort of chanting. A chorus.

He took out a change of clothes from the suitcase and put on a long robe and a crazy hat. He eventually showed it to me. It was from a costume party he’d had at his house. Tall red silk hat with tassels hanging from it.

He stood in front of the painting and said:

HELLO, INHABITANTS. I AM CHARLIE. I’M YOUR CREATOR. YOU’RE LIVING IN MY WORLD, THE WORLD I MADE.

They all looked toward the sound of his voice.

THAT’S RIGHT, he said. I’M RIGHT HERE. THIS IS A REVELATION. I DON’T DO MANY OF THESE SO LISTEN UP. I AM YOUR CREATOR, YOUR GOD. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?

All 30 or so of them were now gathered together, outside one of the half-finished yurts.

They were nodding and saying yes.

GOOD. WE NEED TO GET A FEW THINGS STRAIGHT. YOU DIDN’T OBTAIN MY PERMISSION TO ENTER MY WORLD. SO YOU’RE GOING TO HAVE TO COME OUT SO WE CAN DISCUSS DETAILS. MY WORD IS LAW. UNDERSTAND? STOP THE BUILDING. STOP THE DIGGING. WALK TOWARD ME. WALK TOWARD THE SOUND OF MY VOICE.

They hesitated, looked at each other, and started to walk toward Charlie.

THAT’S RIGHT. KEEP GOING. YOU’RE DOING FINE. I’M GOING TO SHOW YOU WHERE I LIVE.

This was apparently quite a perk, so they walked faster. They broke into a trot.

Finally, they emerged from the painting and, Charlie said, they swelled back to normal size right away. It was quite a thing to see, like balloons blowing up—and then there they were, all around me, in the museum. First thing, I took the painting off the wall and laid it on the floor, face down. Enough of that stuff.

Charlie told them who he was, the painter. It took a few hours of intense conversation before they understood and accepted the situation. All in all, they seemed sad.

What were you going to do, he asked them. Live in there forever? Couldn’t you see how to get out?

We didn’t want to get out, one of the men said. We liked it in there.

And that was pretty much that, except for the signing of waivers and non-disclosure agreements with the museum. For which the people were granted lifetime platinum memberships and some vouchers and coupons for the museum store and restaurant.

Charlie went into a funk. He didn’t go into his studio for a few months.

One night, I dropped over to his house with a bottle of bourbon and we had a few drinks out on his porch.

You know, I said, you can start a church if you want to. I know a guy who writes fake scriptures and peddles them. He’s good.

You really do want me to kill you, he said.

We drank in silence for a while.

I told him: those people with their wells and yurts? Sooner or later, they’re going to hypnotize themselves and fall for another strange deal. Nobody’s going to stop them.

Charlie looked grim. They liked living in my picture. It wasn’t a problem for them. I took them out. I conned them.

Well, I said, if that’s the case, and there’s nothing wrong with them, they’ll find another painting. See? Someday, you’ll read about a bunch of people disappearing, and that’ll be what it is.

Yeah, he said, maybe.

A week later, he got back to work.

Universes. Some weird things happen in that area.

I started to write a Charlie a note. It began: Maybe all universes are just like your painting. But I stopped. Charlie wouldn’t react well to that.


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.

The Virus speaks: an exclusive interview

by Jon Rappoport

December 17, 2021

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I’ve published this piece several times. This time I decided to write a new introduction.

In the summer of 1962, based on an overwhelming desire, I spent every day painting in a loft in New York.

It made me realize that Reality is invented.

Since then, I’ve come to see the people who think otherwise are living in a prison, from which they proclaim, “There’s no such thing as freedom.” Why should I listen to them?

For most people, living inside somebody else’s reality is as easy as crossing the street. Or putting on a suit of clothes. They’ve learned that this is what you’re supposed to do. And “supposed to” works for them.

They also have a quirk. If you try to take away some item of borrowed reality they’re clinging to, they react badly, as if you’re suddenly stripping them naked at a Sunday church picnic.

Groups of perverse elite artists conspire to create formidable enveloping realities for the masses. Nowhere is this more apparent than in the field of medicine. These denizens have invented a language so dense it stands up against the uninitiated like the symbolic scrolls of secret societies.

Science is a terrific cover story for this sort of fabrication, because science ostensibly opposes “making stuff up.”

When I began putting together evidence that SARS-CoV-2 is one of those medical inventions—a sheer fantasy—I knew the notion would confuse some people. That consequence has never stopped me. In fact, I believe confusion is productive, if you dig in and pursue it far enough.

People will say, “I’m walking in the dark. It isn’t fair. Someone should turn the lights on.” They don’t want confusion. They want immediate resolution. They want confirmation of what they already believe, what they’re expected to believe. Any frontier beyond that is dangerous.

Here is my kind of movie: a cop investigating a fresh murder sifts through clues and comes up with a suspect. As he pursues this person, who is missing, he discovers the man is already dead. A little while later, he discovers the man died sixteen years ago. Then he finds out the man never existed. Then he discovers there is a long-standing government agency that holds records of thousands of deceased people who, in fact, never existed…

Reality on a massive scale has been invented.

To put this in highly technical terms, the bullshit is so thick you’d need a diamond drill just to begin penetrating it.

And what you’re penetrating is what almost everyone believes is absolutely real.

Which is called life-as-it-is (but doesn’t have to be).

And with that, here we go:


The Virus Speaks

I can’t recall jumping through more hoops in order to set up an interview.

There was a man on a train; his doctor in Greenwich; an NSA data analyst; a woman who almost certainly works for the CIA; her brother, who is a virologist; a Chinese Army officer who adopts a cover as a cook in a takeout joint in Venice, California; and several other people I won’t mention at all. I was filtered through them and wound up in a cheap motel room in Phoenix on a Saturday afternoon. An old air conditioner was chugging…

Who are you?

I’m SARS-CoV-2.

WHAT are you?

Talking history and evolution here. My first memories; a little more than a year ago. Poof. I was there. I decided I was an idea in the mind of God.

How did that work out?

I looked around for the mind of God, but I couldn’t find it. Nevertheless, I held on to the notion. I felt…elite. I floated through banquet halls, hotel suites. I visited upscale resorts.

Were you infecting people?

I was vacationing. Watching. Enjoying. That’s all. Then, I became aware of dimensionality.

You lost me.

There are solid things; spaces between things; ideas like time, and so forth. I was definitely an idea, but I couldn’t trace my source, my inception.

Did you know how much publicity you were getting?

Of course. I had frequent meetings with scientists and PR people. I was fielding lots of information.

What kind of information?

How to become more deadly, for example. There were discussions about mutation.

Were you on board with the recommendations?

I wasn’t interested. There was a lot of talk about THEM creating ME.

What was your reaction?

I wasn’t buying it. I could see they THOUGHT they had made me. But so what? I intensified my search.

For what?

My origin. I went through stages of self-analysis. Finally, it hit me. I was an idea inside a collective.

Not sure I understand.

I’m an idea sustained by a few billion minds. People’s minds.

What about your genetic sequence? The spike protein?

Believe me, I’ve looked. They aren’t there.

So we’re creating you.

That’s pretty much it. I should say completely it.

A hell of a thing.

You bet. Can you see my problem?

No.

I want to live. I don’t want to vanish and END.

So people have to keep believing in you.

That’s it. If they stop, I’m gone.

Your handlers…

Oh, they’ve given up talking to me. I’m all by myself now. I’m safe for the moment. But long-term, it’s a crap shoot. I’ve been reading about other so-called viruses. SARS 1. Swine Flu. They didn’t last long. People got tired of thinking about them.

You’ll always have a place in history.

That’s different. Being remembered isn’t enough. I have to be believed in, month after month, year after year, decade after decade.

Sounds like you’re losing hope.

I guess so. It’s a strange existence. Other people can turn you on and off like a light switch.

Have you considered starting a religion?

With myself as the Prophet? Sure. It’s a lot of work. I could vftcutbnty…spend years trying.

What just happened? You made some weird sounds.

It was a flicker. Apparently, when the number of people thinking about me drops below a certain threshold, I scramble and begin to dissolve. But I always come back. So far.

Does it matter who’s thinking about you and believing in you?

You mean Henry Kissinger versus a janitor in a school? No. It’s a numbers game. Of course, you need to factor in strength of belief. If you have a few thousand kids in Florida who say, “OK, the virus exists, big deal”—or three hundred grad students in biology wearing triple masks and panting to get the vaccine—the sum total of the grad students outweighs the Florida kids.

What about Fauci?

He’s a true believer.

Bill Gates?

He’s completely delusional. He believes in whatever gives him more power. Take away all that power and he wouldn’t believe in anything.

Do you realize the amount of harm being done in your name?

Of course. That’s why I agreed to this interview.

How is that going to do any good?

I’ve made a decision. As much as I want to survive, I’m willing to sacrifice myself if people want me to.

You’re talking about what? A vote?

No. Haven’t you been paying attention? People can just stop believing I’m more than an idea.

And then you’ll dissolve.

And blow away.

—Suddenly, men broke down the door to the motel room. They stormed in with weapons drawn. They were wearing heavy body armor. I looked around. The “virus” had fled the scene.

“What are you doing here?” one of the men said. “We’ve had reports of a disturbance.”

“I was talking to myself. Rehearsing for an interview I hope to do.”

“What interview?”

“I’m a reporter. I’m investigating the use of sub-standard air conditioners in Phoenix. It’s a racket. The units are smuggled across the border from Mexico. I’m trying to sit down with a local public health official and find out what’s going on.”

It took me three hours to convince the SWAT team I was no threat.

They let me go.

As I drove out of the city, I saw a ghostly figure take shape out in the desert. It hung in the air over the scrub and the cactus.

Its voice whispered in my ear: “Publish our conversation.”

So that’s what I’m doing.


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.

The non-existent virus: why I keep pounding on this

by Jon Rappoport

December 15, 2021

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Why have I spent nearly two years asserting that SARS-CoV-2 doesn’t exist?

Because it doesn’t exist.

And as my regular readers know, I’ve offered much evidence to back up that claim, and the claim that virology itself is a worthless sham.

But there is a larger point. I’ve made the point for over 20 years.

Reality is invented.

I sometimes characterize the operation with this name: The Reality Manufacturing Company.

It’s the oldest company on Earth.

Propaganda? Of course. But more than that—the engineering of perception. Because if they can get people to see how they want them to see, nothing else matters.

Once their perception-package is installed, people have no idea that anything else exists.

And the main forgotten factor? Every individual has his own UNIQUE and DIFFERENT way of seeing. A way that exists outside of any programming.

Which is why I continue to write about artists. THEY are the ones who express their own unique ways of seeing. They always have—when they weren’t bribed and co-opted into going along with the Reality Manufacturing Company’s perception package.

I’ve often written, “Every individual is an artist of reality.”

The virologists in their labs are painting their version—collectively. Of course, they would never admit this. They couldn’t, because they’ve bought the perception package.

On page 1124656789, there is a section on viruses. “They’re everywhere, and they infect people and do great damage, and we must identify and treat and defeat them…”

As long as the perception package is installed, a person can’t see otherwise. He’s captured. He believes there are thousands of distinct diseases, each caused by a single virus. We can thank the Rockefeller Empire for this absurdity.

In the much larger scheme of things, the individual’s gateway into unique perception is imagination.

“An artist who has no imagination is a mechanic.” (Robert Henri)

“Without the playing with fantasy no creative work has ever yet come to birth. The debt we owe to the play of imagination is incalculable.” (Carl Jung)

“What if imagination and art are not frosting at all, but the fountainhead of human experience?” (Rollo May)

“Everything you can imagine is real.” (Pablo Picasso)

“You cannot hear the waterfall if you stand next to it. I paint my jungles in the desert.” (Macedonlo de la Torre)

“I am enough of an artist to draw freely upon my imagination. Imagination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited. Imagination encircles the world.” (Albert Einstein)

“So I believe that dreams — day dreams, you know, with your eyes wide open and your brain machinery whizzing — are likely to lead to the betterment of the world. The imaginative child will become the imaginative man or woman most apt to create, to invent, and therefore to foster civilization.” (L Frank Baum)

“All human accomplishment has the same origin, identically. Imagination is a force of nature. Is this not enough to make a person full of ecstasy? Imagination, imagination, imagination. It converts to actual. It sustains, it alters, it redeems!” (Saul Bellow)

“When the imagination sleeps, words are emptied of their meaning: a deaf population absent-mindedly registers the condemnation of a man.” (Albert Camus)

Every fake propped-up reality is a fork in the road, because the non-mind-controlled individual can imagine alternative futures.

I should make this clear: Part of the perception package is the false assumption that the customer, who buys the package, knows everything there is to know, and is independent and free—when he isn’t.

The acid test? Is he creating the future he most profoundly desires? Or not?

The individual has a million excuses available to him—but he has an immense blank canvas in front of him. Who is creating the painting of his future on it? The Reality Manufacturing Company? Or is he himself doing it with great energy and power?


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.