The age of imagination

The age of imagination

by Jon Rappoport

March 12, 2014

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During the 20th century, awareness of human mythmaking grew to enormous proportions.

Looking back, it was obvious that cultures and civilizations had been inventing their own myths, before which they then bowed down.

This insight was then taken in two very different directions.

On the one hand, academics and psychologists drew the inference that all experience and perception were “relative.” That territory was infected by propagandists, whose job was to induce decay into all standards of ethics and morality.

On the other hand, some artists realized the core of the original insight was fantastically bracing and liberating for the faculty of imagination.

As in: imagination creates reality—therefore, use your own and invent your own.

We are living in the middle of that precept. What each one of us chooses to do with it is an open question.

Reality is no longer a given. The tyranny of What Already Exists is gone, should we choose to see that fact.

The catch is, the challenge is, the individual must shift from a passive to active stance.

Passivity includes seeing through various deceptions but then stopping there.

There are no limits on imagination except those imposed by Self.

When the iconography of every organization is viewed as an effort to entrance and entrain minds, the alternative is individual creation.

This can be launched in any field of human endeavor.

It is all art.

Complaints and objections are useless. One either invents or one doesn’t.

Obviously, not everyone is ready for this.


Exit From the Matrix


But for those who are, freedom takes on new dimensions. In fact, imagination/invention/creation becomes the core answer to the question, What is freedom for?

The implications are staggering. We are no longer contemplating the future with a query of “what will it look look like,” or “what will it be”? There is no It. The future is wide open. Side by side, many, many individuals will invent novel realities, leading to decentralization of power.

In a sense, we are no longer looking at one universe, but many.

This is the bottom-line reason for the preservation of the twin concepts of The Individual and Freedom.

Jon Rappoport

The author of two explosive collections, THE MATRIX REVEALED and EXIT FROM 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 emails at www.nomorefakenews.com

Interviewing myself on imagination and art

by Jon Rappoport

March 1, 2014

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Q: So what’s the problem with imagination?

A: People are obsessed with harmony, balance, symmetry. The classical versions. They don’t know they’ve programmed themselves to want it. They think it’s some kind of eternal Form. That’s complete nonsense. It’s just one way of looking at things.

Q: A collage, for example, chops up ordinary reality and reassembles it.

A: And what’s so threatening about that? The threat is that the mind of the viewer might take a jump into the unknown, where the rules of how things appear and fit together don’t apply anymore.

Q: Perception might be challenged.

A: Momentarily unhinged. You see, people are quite sure they understand the connections between things, the transitions. The space-time hoax, I would call it.

Q: Are there spiritual systems that remedy this hoax?

A: Just about of all them might refer to the hoax, by stating there is a higher reality, but you see that higher reality is imagined as a more classical painting, with better harmony and balance. So it’s a con. The higher reality turns out to be a tighter version of what we already have. It looks like ancient Greece.

Q: You’re talking about the literal mind, aren’t you?

A: That’s a mind that holds on to the straight-ahead way of thinking no matter what. It can’t conceive of any other kind of reality. It holds on for dear life. In the physical world, we have logic. Without logic, a person is an idiot in the physical world. But there are other worlds where logic doesn’t apply. Imagination invents worlds, and there is no reason to apply logic to the process. You can, but you don’t have to.

Q: You’re saying the world as most people accept it is a con.

A: The news is a good analogy. The television anchor transitions seamlessly from one story to another. A plane crash in the jungle. A new cheaper car. A murder in Chicago. A politician sleeping with a hooker. And so on. This is actually quite surreal, all these juxtapositions. But the anchor does the transitions with tone of voice and so on, and makes it seem as if everything is quite normal. But it’s really a collage.

Q: But the viewer doesn’t see it that way.

A: If he did, the news would go away. No one would watch it, except for an occasional amusement.

Q: The viewer thinks the news is quite real.

A: That’s the point. He thinks he’s seeing harmony and symmetry, because he wants to see that. He wants it badly. So he goes along with the hoax.

Q: Take a painting like Picasso’s Guernica.

A: If you look at it for a few minutes, and get past the anti-war statement, you start seeing multiple spaces floating behind, in front of, and along side each other. The viewer instantly decides this is ugly. He says, “Modern painting is ugly.” Why? Because he’s married to the classical harmony and geometry and balance. Just as he’s married to the space-time hoax. He wants that marriage. He says it’s some kind of ultimate, but it’s his own projection. It’s his road and his car and he built them and he’s driving on the road.

Q: He doesn’t want his own seamless perception to break down.

A: He doesn’t want to use his own imagination and make something with it. He’ll sign up for a thousand different “spiritual ideas” that preach symmetry. That’s his jones, his addiction.

Q: Is harmony real?

A: Of course. You can make a trillion paintings, and in a few of them you can insert classical harmony. Why not? But it’s just one mode, one way of seeing and inventing. Here’s the catch. For a mind that’s little more than aggression and fear, the classical reality is a step up. It’s a way of controlling his impulses to engage in arbitrary destruction. But it’s not the end-all and be-all.

Q: Here’s a statement. “The universe gives us what we need.”

A: People believe whatever they want to. I can believe my big toe is the source of all wisdom. So what? “The universe” is a modern religious replacement for God, a benevolent being. Think of a huge store. You walk into the store and you can buy any belief you want to. Some are on sale. But when you check out and pay, they hit you with some kind of pulse. And then you think the belief you just bought is actually true. You don’t remember you bought it.

Q: And imagination?

A: You invent. You make your invention fact. You paint. You write. You build a house. You dream up a social or political cause and you get behind it and push. You invent a marriage every day. When it becomes a habit, you stop and reinvent it.

Q: But not according to some predetermined pattern.

A: There is no predetermination. That’s a default setting. That’s what you go for when you give up on imagination. You pretend there is some preferred pattern in things or in your mind, and you adhere to it.

Q: If large numbers of people accepted what you just said, would there be chaos?

A: Fertile chaos. Freedom. Huge diversity. The whole machine of habit would break down.

Q: Take a painter like Soutine.

A: Many people would say he painted hideous things. Buildings curving and wobbling in the wind. Distorted faces. Yes, contrasted with rigid orderly predilections. “Well, that’s not geometric. That’s ugly. That’s horrible.” Yes, sacred geometry. There is nothing sacred about it. To find out certain patterns are repeated in snails and galaxies, or whatever, is that really a revelation? Repeating patterns are everywhere. So what? This universe is a work of art, just one, and there are repetitions in it. That’s no more important than discovering that an Italian painter of the 15th century employed certain mathematical principles to achieve balance and perspective. It’s interesting, but it isn’t astonishing.

Q: So you’re wiping out technology in one stroke?

A: Not at all. Technology isn’t going anywhere. But even there you see the important inventions came about with a gap, a jump. The innovator wasn’t just building on what had come before. He was making a leap of imagination. Always. He was getting out ahead of the game. The human drones believe the history of science is one smooth road. That’s ridiculous.

Q: You’re saying mass solutions don’t work?

A: In the long, long run, nothing works. Except the individual. It keeps coming back to him. You can fight off the destructive forces and you can win, but then what? The group? If you look deeply enough, all destruction is aimed at the individual.

Q: There is more than one space-time?

A: There are an infinite number and variety of spaces and times. But the abiding fact is: fitting into any one of them is a retreat. Experiencing them? Yes. Inventing them? Yes. But fitting into them and accepting them as the end-all? Absurd.

Q: And what about a cosmic consciousness in which we are all together as One?

A: Oneness is one state of mind you can enter. There are endless numbers of others. The “ultimate answer” isn’t any particular state of consciousness.

Q: You’ve written about the Spanish architect, Gaudi.

A: In Barcelona. He was quite an “eccentric” builder. His version of symmetry was quite beyond the norm. He was getting lots of commissions to build in the city, and at some point, because he was so prolific, the city fathers stepped back and said, “Well, if we let him keep going, he’ll take over all of Barcelona.” So the commissions dried up. And they were right, Gaudi would have taken over. He would have built a new city. He should have. This is what art does. This is what imagination does. It’s endless.

Q: So now they celebrate Gaudi.

A: Yes. They call him a “playful genius.” Or something. They look back at him as a dead figure from the past “who enhanced public life.” That’s nonsense. He was an artist and he had his own unique ideas and he, for a time, was unleashed, until he was cut off.

Q: Every city in the world could be quite different.

A: If the artists designed and built them. The world would be so diverse, much more so than now. The space-time unity and hoax would be exposed. It would wither on the vine, like the rank obsession it is. The major religions would collapse and blow away. The major political systems would change into a vast variety of decentralized experiments, and succeed and fail.

Q: Freedom.

A: Freedom is the platform and imagination is the multistage multidimensional rocket.

Q: What about people who say, “A rock is a rock. An idea is an idea. There’s just this one space-time continuum.”

A: They have only a theoretical abstract idea about what imagination is. They’ve never lived it to the hilt. They invent subconsciously what everyone else is inventing and they try to become proficient at living inside that group painting.

Jon Rappoport

The author of two explosive collections, THE MATRIX REVEALED and EXIT FROM 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 emails at www.nomorefakenews.com

The War Against the Imagination

The War Against the Imagination: How to Teach in a System Designed to Fail

by Robert Guffey

(Note from Jon Rappoport: I had to print this article about education by Robert Guffey (his blog here), who teaches at Long Beach State University, and is the author of a brilliant, challenging book, Cryptoscatology: Conspiracy Theory as Art Form. I had to print this article because it’s so important to the future of what we call education, and because it’s so important to the future of freedom and human consciousness.  That’s all I’ll say.  I’ll leave the rest to Robert.)

Part I: The War Against Education

There has been much talk lately about the worthless quagmire into which the American educational system has hopelessly sunk.  I’ve been teaching English composition at CSU Long Beach for over ten years, and have never seen more hostility directed towards the field of education than now.  A recent documentary, The War on Kids directed by Cevin Soling, takes the American educational system to task for all its numerous failings and compares public schools to prisons.  This attitude reflects the feelings of many students, and not just high school students.  I see a great deal of resistance to learning even at the college level.  If students truly believe they’re stuck in a prison, then such resistance is understandable—indeed, maybe even inevitable.

One of the major problems any teacher has to face is resistance from his students.  Resistance is a natural response from someone who’s been forced to sit through hours and hours of useless factoids in high school with little reward except smiley faces and various letters of the alphabet.  Though it can be frustrating to the teacher, resistance is actually a healthy attitude that indicates students aren’t quite as somnambulant as many people seem to think they are.  A beginning teacher would be advised to nurture that resistance (rather than stamp it out), and then channel it into more positive areas, areas that encompass such shopworn concepts as….

Wonder.

Enthusiasm.

The imagination.

Why are these words used so rarely in classrooms these days?  It’s as if most teachers have forgotten what inspired their own love of reading.  Whether in an English 100 college classroom or a freshman English class on a high school campus, students will inevitably resist studying topics they’re convinced are transient and/or ephemeral.  Does this mean they’ve all been brainwashed by far too many zeros and ones, their medullae warped and atrophied due to overdosing on ungrammatical rap music?  No, I don’t think so.  I think it’s a natural reaction to curricula that have come to represent a world with which they have no connection, a world populated by instructors whose major concerns are encapsulated within a solipsistic quantum bubble of their own devising, a world in which the only legitimate reading material consists of staid essays about events that seem to have no relevance to their daily lives.  William Burroughs once said, “Language is a virus,” and he was right.  The Word is infectious, an insidious virus that goes by many names.

Wonder.  Enthusiasm.  The imagination.

Are these considered dirty words these days?  If so, the universities are no doubt to blame.  Of course, academia is an easy whipping boy, a target for politicos on both the left and the right.   Right-wingers are constantly accusing the universities of being controlled by a secret cabal of Marxists intent on brainwashing our precious young chil’un into becoming dope-smoking lesbian slaves for (gasp) the Democratic Party—or worse yet, Ralph Nader.  On the other hand, left-wingers live in constant fear of right-wingers somehow subverting the true purpose of the university through corporate underwriting and undue political influence.  Both are missing the point.  The true purpose of the university system is to bland out the culture to such a degree that there will no longer be any extremes on either side,—left or right—just the perpetual drone of academic discourse in which nothing important ever gets said because the entire content is taken up by preparations to say something important.

The perpetrators of this discourse of meaninglessness are the very people in charge of teaching our children today; their essays are the literary equivalent of feather-bedding in the work world.  Imagine an incompetent baker desperately attempting to dress up a silver platter full of Twinkies to look like fine French pastry.  This is what “academic discourse” has become in America.  Students resist taking part in it for the same reason they don’t want to read Jacques Derrida. (Personally, I try to avoid Derrida, as I’m lactose intolerant.) If you’re going to waste your time, you might as well have fun while you’re doing it.  So they go to Palm Springs and drink beer and take E and have sex instead.  Who can blame them?

The disaffected student has merely fallen for the lie of the Hegelian dialectic process, a systematic method of control in which the status quo is granted perpetual renewal via a delicate balancing act, a global shadow play in which binary opposites are carefully maintained to create a false dichotomy in world consciousness, a dichotomy consisting of left and right, black and white, good and evil, cop and criminal, Communist and Capitalist, Republican and Democrat, Crip and Blood, Staff and Faculty, student and teacher.  These divisions, mere illusions, manifest themselves on both the macrocosmic and microcosmic scale.  Including the classroom.

The reason most students reject the values of the university is because they don’t believe there’s any alternative to the newspeak of academic discourse.   Most of them have bought Hegel’s lie (without even knowing who he is or what his theories are).  One must, they believe, either learn to speak meaningless gibberish, or reject the university system outright.  Many erudite scholars consciously decide to opt out of the system for this very reason.

For the vast majority of students, this decision will be an unconscious (and unnecessary) one.  Their resistance is a false dichotomy.  If we encourage our students to think “out of the box” (or, better yet, “out of the tetrahedron”), to go beyond the false dichotomies that have been shoved down their throat since they were in kindergarten, then they just might embrace the learning experience a high school or university can offer them; they might very well appropriate the notion of academic discourse and warp it to fit their own aesthetics.  Plenty of other “outsiders” have done so in the past, composition instructors like Victor Villanueva being a prime example.  It can be done.  Sometimes it happens almost by accident, by stumbling upon a sudden epiphany:   that the status quo is not inviolate; it can, and will, bend if you push hard enough.

Listen to these words by Victor Villanueva:

For all the wonders I had found in literature—and still find—literature seemed to me self-enveloping.  What I would do is read and enjoy.  And, when it was time to write, what I would write about would be an explanation of what I had enjoyed […] essentially saying “this is what I saw” or “this is how what I read took on a special meaning for me” (sometimes being told that what I had seen or experienced was nonsense).  I could imagine teaching literature—and often I do, within the context of composition—but I knew that at best I’d be imparting or imposing one view:  the what I saw or the meaning for me.  […]  But it did not seem to me that I could somehow make someone enjoy.  Enjoyment would be a personal matter:  from the self, for the self.

How do we encourage the potential iconoclasts now entering our classrooms to take the lance in hand and start out on their quixotic quest to battle every windmill the system throws at them, to allow their writing to flow from the self, for the self?  The first step is a simple one, often overlooked, the successful completion of which requires the use of three basic tools.  Perhaps you’ve heard of them.

Wonder.  Enthusiasm.  The imagination.

In his 1989 book Zen in the Art of Writing, Ray Bradbury writes:

[…] if you are writing without zest, without gusto, without love, without fun, you are only half a writer.  It means you are so busy keeping one eye on the commercial market, or one ear peeled for the avant-garde coterie, that you are not being yourself.  You don’t even know yourself.  For the first thing a writer should be is—excited.  He should be a thing of fevers and enthusiasms.  Without such vigor, he might as well be out picking peaches or digging ditches; God knows it’d be better for his health.

How long has it been since you wrote […] your real love or your real hatred […] onto the paper?  When was the last time you dared release a cherished prejudice so it slammed the page like a lightning bolt?  What are the best things and the worst things in your life, and when are you going to get around to whispering or shouting them?

Unfortunately, students aren’t encouraged to either shout or whisper anything.  No, that would be considered “extreme” and might unbalance the Hegelian status quo.  They’re asked to fill out Scan-Tron sheets instead—imprisoning their individual personalities within those tiny lead-filled bubbles.  The Scam-Tron is one of the most basic examples of behavioral programming one can find in the school system.  Its intent is to instill in the student the idea that there exists only a limited number of answers for any given question—a closed universe of possibilities.

Zest?  Gusto?  Bradbury has sound advice for would-be writers in his essays, all of it ignored by the majority of high school and college English instructors.  Imagine a high school teacher encouraging his students to write about their most deeply-held prejudices in an open and honest manner.  Either some kid’s left-wing parent would complain about fostering racism in a state-funded institution, or some right-wing parent would complain about indoctrinating their Precious One with kooky liberal values about “tolerance.”  And instead of protecting the instructor’s right to teach composition in any damn way he pleases, the Principal or the Department Chair or the Dean would no doubt burn the Constitution and sweep the ashy fragments underneath the fax machine for fear of incurring a lawsuit that might attract media attention to the school—not just “unfavorable” media attention, mind you, but any media attention at all.

As any bureaucrat will tell you (if you catch them in an honest and/or inebriated mood), the very last thing they want is to see their name in the newspaper.  As proof of this, please note the fact that the only time you ever notice a politician’s name in the newspaper is if they’ve screwed up.  All bureaucrats, whether they be Senators or school administrators, live in fear of the day their existence is discovered by the outside world.  They’re rather like Bigfoot, truth to tell, constantly hiding behind rocks when civilization encroaches too near their isolated abode.  University Deans fear lawsuits as much as Bigfoot fears stoned hikers and forest fires.  Which is why so many high school and college teachers are left out to dry when legal action is a possibility; it doesn’t even have to be a real threat, just a possibility.  The result?  The students learn nothing, and the First Amendment is driven one step further toward extinction (yes, kind of like Bigfoot).

If not for Political Correctness and the nightmare that has grown into state-funded, compulsory education, universities wouldn’t need to foot the bill for so many of these basic composition courses that fruitlessly attempt to make up for twelve years worth of apathy and neglect in a single semester.  At the college level, English teachers are just playing catch-up.  The best they can do is sew up the bodies and send them back into the battlefield to get shot up some more.  This metaphor, of wartime Emergency Rooms and patchwork surgery, is more appropriate than you might imagine, for many instructors perceive their work with remedial students from a rigid, medico-militaristic perspective:  as babysitting doomed patients trapped on a terminal ward. Listen to these words from Mike Rose’s article entitled “The Language of Exclusion“:

Such talk reveals an atomistic, mechanistic-medical model of language that few contemporary students of the use of language, from educators to literary theorists, would support.  Furthermore, the notion of remediation, carrying with it as it does the etymological wisps and traces of disease, serves to exclude from the academic community those who are so labeled.  They sit in scholastic quarantine until their disease can be diagnosed and remedied.

The long-term solution to this problem is to fire everybody in the first and second grades and replace them with teachers who know the meaning of the words zest and gusto, who possess the innate ability to impart wonder and enthusiasm—and above all a love of the imagination—in even the dullest of their students.

But what about the present?  What about the barely literate teenagers who are filling up our high schools now, who will soon be sitting in entry level English classes in colleges all across this nation, fully expecting to be passed on to the next level even if they don’t do any work at all—a reasonable expectation given their past experience with social promotion (another insidious phenomenon inspired by the unreasonable fear of lawsuits)?  What, you may ask, do we do about these “lost kids” who have fallen between the cracks?

We do the only thing we can do.  We assault them with our enthusiasm.  We attack them with wonder.  We pelt them with a fusillade of bullets packed with enough imaginative power to knock their brains out of their skulls and leave them bleeding and dying on the Pepsi-stained tiled floors of our classrooms.  Of course, their death will be a metaphorical one.  (Any student of the Tarot knows that death is merely another word for “transformation.”)

In order to accomplish this transformation, the first thing that has to go is Political Correctness.  Next, the fear of lawsuits.  And finally the Hegelian notion of dialectics.

(Note: Some might argue that this article merely employs Hegelian dialectics in reverse.  After all, I identify a thesis (i.e., schools maintain the status quo), then work through various antitheses that lead to some level of synthesis.  This argument, however, would be inaccurate. The problem with Hegelian dialectics is its basic assumption that one can never know the whole truth.  Within a self-limiting system such as this, it’s impossible to solve any problem, no matter how large or small.  Why bother identifying the source of a problem if the paradigm itself prevents it from being dealt with once and for all?  The process of Hegelian dialectics merely synthesizes the problem into a strange new form—a mutant hybrid, so to speak.  In this article I’m not trying to create a new synthesis; instead, I’m trying to say I know the nature of the game.  The reason we haven’t solved the problems facing the world today (including the disintegrating educational system, the tensions in the Middle East, the paucity of fossil fuels, and world hunger) is because everybody is hypnotized by the notion that we can only know so much.  That kind of thinking got us into this mess in the first place.  As Albert Einstein once said, “Any problem cannot be solved at the same level at which it was created.”  I’m not advocating a synthesis of any kind; I’m advocating knocking all the pieces off the game board and starting anew. )

Human thought cannot be divided into thesis and anti-thesis.  No significant question has only three or four possible answers.  Though the universe might very well be contained within a grain of sand, it cannot be contained within a Scan-Tron bubble.  Similarly, the notion of “Good” or “Bad”—“Appropriate” or “Inappropriate”—writing should be tossed out the window along with good ol’ Hegel.  Students should be allowed to read whatever interests them.  If the student doesn’t know what interests him, the teacher has to take the time to find that out and match him with a book that might appeal to him, that might stoke the fires of his imagination.

I’ve had great success sparking a love of reading in culturally impoverished students since 2002.  Year after year students give my English classes glowing reviews, mainly (I suspect) because I’m able to impart to them my passion for the written word.  In the past I’ve accomplished this by assigning great works of literature:  poems, short stories, novels, even some graphic novels.  And yet, despite this consistent success, on April 20, 2012, the English Department at CSULB banned all literature from its composition courses.  I’ve been told, for reasons that seem purposely opaque, that I’m threatening the security of the entire English Department if I assign Aldous Huxley’s Brave New World (a novel I’ve used with undeniable success in the past).  A colleague of mine has been ordered to stop teaching George Orwell’s 1984.  Perhaps most disturbing of all, I have another colleague who used to assign Ray Bradbury’s classic anti-censorship novel, Fahrenheit 451, but will now be prevented from doing so as of the Fall 2012 semester.  Many of my colleagues, in these difficult economic times, plan to acquiesce to these demands for fear of losing their jobs; meanwhile, classic works of literature are ripped out of the hands of students who desperately need to understand how joyful reading and writing can be.

It appears that the main reason the department heads are enforcing this ban on literature is (simply) that they’re frightened.  It’s been reported in several newspapers that the CSU system has announced the development of a 24th campus called “CSU Online” that will be entirely virtual.  Because of this, there are very real concerns that the CSU system will convert the English Department at CSULB to an online program, thus causing the loss of numerous teaching positions.  What’s the easiest and least imaginative way of proving to The Powers That Be that one can make substantial and sweeping changes in a university English Department?  Why, get rid of all that “unnecessary stuff” like poetry and novels and short stories.

But the fact is this:  The only asset a human teacher has over an online, virtual experience is the ability to transmit genuine passion to his or her students.  What better way to share passion than through great literature?  Alas, it’s this essential element, this passion, that’s being eliminated through de facto censorship.  Without such passion, all need for a non-virtual teaching experience vanishes.  Therefore, the changes being implemented to save the department are changes that will most likely lead to the total destruction of the department.  I needn’t tell you, of course, that this is called irony… a literary concept I myself learned about in an English class while studying literature.

In the 8-6-08 edition of The Long Beach Press-Telegram, Ray Bradbury wrote a biting op-ed piece entitled “Is Long Beach At War With Books?” in which he protested the forced closure of local bookstores and the cutting of public library funds in Long Beach.  When seen in context, it’s clear that this ban on literature at CSULB is merely part of a larger trend that’s been occurring in American cities for some time now.  The poet Diane Di Prima once wrote, “The only war that matters is the war against the imagination.”  Though I wish it weren’t so, that war appears to be in full swing in the English Department at CSULB and all across the nation, perhaps best represented by the forced adoption of what is called the “Common Core State Standards Initiative” among American public schools from sea to shining sea.

An editorial published in the 12-27-12 edition of the Los Angeles Times warns:

[T]here’s no getting around it:  The curriculum plan […] looks almost certain to diminish exposure to works of literature, from Seuss to Salinger.  That goes too far.

The ruckus is over the new common core standards—public school math and English curricula adopted by more than 45 states, including California—that are supposed to raise the level of what students are being taught.  In addition, the core standards are intended to make it easier and less expensive for states to devise better lesson plans, develop more meaningful standardized tests and compare notes on how much students are learning.

Scheduled to take effect in the 2014-15 school year, the standards emphasize, as they should, plenty of diverse reading material.  But they have become controversial over the requirement that the reading assigned to younger students should be half fiction and half nonfiction, and that by high school the ratio should be 30% fiction and 70% nonfiction.  This has led to allegations that T.S. Eliot will make way for Environmental Protection Agency reports and that “Great Expectations” will be dumped in favor of, well, lower expectations.  (“What Students Read”)

Now listen to these wise words by educator Susan Ohanian, extracted from her 6-19-12 article entitled “Business Week Revealed Why Common Core Disdains Fiction in 2000”:

[e.e. cummings] is the kind of writing primary graders savor.  I speak from first-hand, on-the-spot observation here.  Of course, teacher experience, knowledge, and intuition count for nothing.  NCTE [National Council of Teachers of English], my professional organization for decades, is deaf to my expertise […].

An oft-repeated assertion of self-proclaimed Common Core architect David Coleman is that nonfiction is where students get information about the world and that’s why schools must stop teaching so much fiction.  In this assertion, Coleman is echoing the corporate world which he is hired to serve […].

Downgrading the importance of fiction in our schools, saying that children gain information about the world only through nonfiction, is the Common Core’s role in “educating students” to fill […] in-demand jobs […].

In Empire of Illusion:  The End of Literacy and the Triumph of Spectacle Chris Hedges points out that universities have already accepted their corporate role, and “As universities become glorified vocational schools for corporations they adopt values and operating techniques of the corporations they serve” […].

Local newspapers are filled with stories of teachers “getting ready for the Common Core.”  What they mean is teachers are using the summer break to prepare for visitation from bloated, opportunistic blood-sucking Common Core vampire squad inspectors… making sure there’s no fiction glut depriving youngsters of their job skill opportunities […].

[…] NCTE, IRA [International Reading Association], and NCTM [National Council of Teachers of Mathematics] are too busy churning out […] books and teacher training videos on how to use the Common Core.  Yes, the complicity of our professional organizations plus the complicity of the unions has made Common Core a done deal.  But if you believe in heaven and hell, you know where the Standardistos who rob children of imagination and dreams will end up.

When a population becomes bullied or intimidated out of exercising rights offered on paper, those rights effectively cease to exist.  This includes teachers.  There are no excuses left.  Either you join the revolt against corporate power or you lose your profession.

Part II:  The War Against the Imagination

And after your profession, your imagination?  Your independence?  Your life?

According to the ancient teachings of Zen Buddhism, love and fear are the two primary emotions that motivate the daily actions of human beings.  My personal teaching style is motivated by an intense love of the imagination and the freedom of both speech and thought.  The emotion that motivates the “Standardistos” is fear and fear alone:  the fear of taking a stand, the fear of losing their precarious positions in a crumbling system, the fear of teachers losing control of their students’ souls, the fear of students becoming independent and self-sufficient at long last.

I myself first learned independent thought from Lewis Carroll and Alice, from Kenneth Graham and Mr. Toad, from L. Frank Baum and Dorothy Gale, from Edgar Rice Burroughs and John Carter, from Sir Arthur Conan Doyle and Sherlock Holmes, from Edgar Allan Poe and C. Auguste Dupin.  So many children first learn to interact with the world around them—in a questioning way—at the inception of an imagination in their developing brains, an imagination most often introduced to them through the endless worlds of fiction and poetry and song.

I recently heard a radio interview with the actor/musician Ice T (whose best album, appropriately enough, is called Freedom of Speech—Just Watch What You Say) in which he talked about his love of reading fiction as a boy.  Though he grew up in a poverty-stricken environment in which reading was not encouraged (not by his school teachers, not by his parents, and certainly not by his friends), he somehow managed to stumble across a series of urban novels by a black writer named Iceberg Slim.  The first novel he discovered was called Pimp.  Slim is a well-known writer in some circles.  His novels are violent, racist, and unapologetically realistic.  He writes about what he knows and he does it well.  This gritty mimeticism struck a chord in the young Ice T.  He proceeded to read all of Slim’s novel at a fast clip, and went on from there to discover an even broader world of literature.  But he wouldn’t have been able to do so if he hadn’t been inspired by the in-your-face realistic novels of Iceberg Slim.

Are Iceberg Slim’s novels “literature”?  Are they “appropriate” reading material for high school kids?  Who cares?  Many of these same high school kids are shooting each other with automatic rifles.  Is that appropriate?  Why aren’t Iceberg Slim’s novels made available to high school students?  Why not allow them to read literature they can identify with instead of the mawkish sentimentalism of staid essays extracted from the Reader’s Digest?  If the purpose of school was really to teach, this (or something like it) would already have happened.  The fact that it hasn’t happened can mean only one thing:   The purpose of school is not to teach; the purpose of school is to maintain the status quo.

Listen to the words of Antony Sutton, a former economics professor at California State University, Los Angeles:

A tragic failure of American education in this century has been a failure to teach children how to read and write and how to express themselves in a literary form.  For the educational system this may not be too distressing.  As we shall see later, their prime purpose is not to teach subject matter but to condition children to live as socially integrated citizen units in an organic society—a real life enactment of the Hegelian absolute State.  In this State the individual finds freedom only in obedience to the State, consequently the function of education is to prepare the individual citizen unit for smooth entry into the organic whole.

However, it is puzzling that the educational system allowed reading to deteriorate so markedly.  It could be that [they want] the citizen components of the organic State to be little more than automated order takers; after all a citizen who cannot read and write is not going to challenge The Order […].  This author spent five years teaching at a State University in the early 1960s and was appalled by the general inability to write coherent English, yet gratified that some students had not only evaded the system, acquired vocabulary and writing skills, but these exceptions had the most skepticism about The Establishment.

This is no coincidence.  Any child or adult whose consciousness has been forged by media imagery, who has no experience with literacy whatsoever, will inevitably begin to mimic the cliches of popular entertainment.  Their vision of the world and the people in it will be filtered through the Seurat-like pointillist dots of a television screen.  Their goals will be based on a corporate-owned nightmare manufactured in a Hollywood studio or an office on Madison Avenue or a think tank in Washington, D.C.

In light of the increasing amount of darkly surreal political scandals emerging from the White House these days (i.e., “Benghazi-gate,” “AP-gate,” “IRS-gate”), one can’t help but wonder if the real reason Those In Power wish to eradicate fiction from American education is to make the next generation of voters unfamiliar with the very concept of fiction itself, thus rendering the citizenry incapable of recognizing pure fiction when it appears on the nightly news or—more specifically—when it comes pouring out of the mouth of a duplicitous President on a regular basis.  Distinguishing between lies and truth requires the skill to think independently, a skill best reinforced by the imagination itself, the ability to consider possibilities.

One day many years ago, back when I was in middle school, my Civics teacher became ill all of a sudden.  A substitute teacher came to take his place.  I think he was in his early to mid-twenties.  He was a handsome blond gentleman, fairly athletic looking.  He didn’t seem like your normal kind of teacher at all.  He ignored the instructions our regular teacher had left for him and instead launched into a monologue that went something like this:  “Everything you know is a lie.  Everything you’ve been taught is a lie.  History?  It’s just a pack of fairy tales.  Hey, you, kid!”  He pointed at a popular boy sitting in the front row.  “Who’s George Washington?”

The boy laughed nervously, sensing a trick question in the air.  “Uh… well, uh, the first President of America?”

“Wrong.  The first President of the United States was a man named John Hanson.  So what’s George Washington most famous for?  What’d he do?”

“Uh… he… well, he chopped down a cherry tree, right?”

“Yeah?  And then what he’d do?”

The kid couldn’t answer, so somebody else jumped in:  “He told his mom about it, ‘cause he couldn’t tell a lie!”

The substitute replied, “Bullshit, man!  Just more bullshit, never happened!  None of this ever fucking happened!”

An uncomfortable silence fell upon the room.  The most disruptive class clowns weren’t even making funny noises with their armpits.  Nobody knew what to do.  Abruptly, everybody had been teleported to an alternate dimension where everything seemed a lot more uncertain—and a lot more serious—than ever before.

He suggested to us that if we wanted to understand “true” history, we should read a novel entitled Illuminatus!, a three-volume work of psychedelic fabulism by Robert Shea and Robert Anton Wilson.  Needless to say, we never saw that particular teacher again.  I shouldn’t have been surprised.

Nor should I have been surprised when I discovered, ten years later, while doing research among the stacks of the CSU Long Beach library, that John Hanson was “elected President of the United States in Congress Assembled on November 5, 1781, the first of seven such one-year termed presidents,” whereas George Washington wasn’t elected President until 1789.  My source for that little-known factoid is an obscure 1978 book entitled The Illuminoids.  Is it possible that that weird substitute had read the same book?  Maybe he’d even read the same exact copy!  I wish I could ask him.  I often wonder if he’s still in the teaching biz.  Somehow I doubt it.

By the way, I’ve since read almost every single book (fiction and nonfiction) written by Robert Anton Wilson.

The reason students resist us is because they know, at some subconscious level, that they’re not getting the whole story.  They know they’re being lied to.  When they begin to hear even a small dollop of the truth or at least some facsimile thereof—as I did that day in middle school twenty-seven years ago—they’ll sit up and take notice.  And they’ll never forget the experience.  They’ll hunger for more.

Why not combine creativity with honesty in our writing assignments?  Why not begin to teach critical thinking skills?  This needn’t be done in a boring, perfunctory manner.  It can be fun.  Indeed, how can it not be fun?  I suggest photocopying choice articles from the most recent Fortean Times (purveyor of such classic headlines as “POPOBAWA!:  In Search of Zanzibar’s Bat-winged Terror” or, a personal favorite, “HELL HOUND OF THE TRENCHES:  THE DEVIL DOG WITH A MADMAN’S BRAIN!”) and distributing them to the class with the following directions:  “Okay, ladies and gentlemen, I want you to take this home, glance through it, read the articles that interest you, then pick a particular article and write a four-page essay explaining why you think it’s either true or not true.  Now let me warn you, this isn’t a straw man argument.  Just because it’s in Fortean Times doesn’t mean it’s not true.  That’s the beauty of it all.  There’s a clever mixture of truth and untruth in here.  It’s your job to separate the wheat from the chaff.  Think you can do it?”

I guarantee you every single one of those students would find that assignment a hell of a lot more intriguing than writing about the use of the semi-colon in Das Kapital.  Not only will I be strengthening my students’ skills in philosophy, logic, and composition, but I’ll also be doing my basic civic duty; after all, the skills they’ll be honing from this assignment will be the same ones they’ll need to exercise during the next Presidential election.  And no doubt the one after that.

One of the most informative and entertaining writing assignments I ever worked on in college was given to me not in an English class, oddly enough, but in a logic class.  We were asked to learn all the various categories of fallacies, then—over the course of a month—comb through books, magazines, newspapers, and TV shows to find examples of each.  I found ad hominem arguments in The Memoirs of Richard Nixon, examples of reductio ad absurdum in Awake (the newspaper published by the Jehovah’s Witness), and a panoply of red herrings in no less a scholarly source than Alice in Wonderland.  I’ve never forgotten that assignment, and the knowledge I drew from it has come in quite handy in my everyday life.  Composition students could benefit from writing projects such as this, assignments that blur the distinctions between curricula.  I’m convinced such distinctions will become less and less tenable in the holistic world we now find ourselves entering.

Just as the CIA never pulls off a covert operation unless it has a good chance of scratching a number of itches at once, I would never think of assigning an essay topic that wasn’t holistic to some degree.  As our post-quantum milieu grows more and more complex, people will be forced to adopt a holistic perspective toward life out of pure necessity, just to get through the day.  It’s no longer sufficient to become an expert in a single task, chained to an assembly line going nowhere.  As technology grows more and more baroque and bizarre, as boundaries dissolve and paradigms shift, as old religions fade and new ones rise to take their place, people must learn to become what Marshall McLuhan called “Menippeans”:  media ecologists who can slip in and out of various artificial environments at will, as if said environments were nothing more than cheap clothing.

The confusing advent of virtual reality and nanotechnology machines will demand that people either learn to exercise skills of perception and logic and discernment or be left out in the cold.   If you can change your bedroom into an African veldt and your gender twice before lunch, you damn well better embrace a holistic approach to life.  The first years of the twenty-first century will be nothing like what’s gone before, and by the time we reach 2050 we will have arrived in a world wholly unrecognizable from the last decade of the 20th century.  As with most change, people will resist it kicking and screaming.  There will be political coups, religious autos-da-fe, and violence galore.  Nonetheless, the old paradigm will inevitably wilt away.  It always does.  If we as English teachers can use our influence to help soften the transition by subtly encouraging a multidisciplinary approach toward life via the essays (or “thought experiments”) we assign, then so be it.  If we’re going to have their porous little brains in the palms of our hands anyway, why waste the opportunity?

In his 1985 article “Inventing the University,” David Bartholomae presents a rather unelastic and rigid view of teaching language, rhetoric, and art.   He writes, “Teaching students to revise for readers, then, will better prepare them to write initially with a reader in mind.  The success of this pedagogy depends on the degree to which a writer can imagine and conform [emphasis mine] to a reader’s goals”.  Bartholomae has everything ass-backwards.  In order to make the system succeed, the writer needn’t conform to the audience; the audience must conform to the writer.  Similarly, in the educational system, the student needn’t conform to the teacher; the teacher needs to conform to the student.  Why teach if you’re not willing to adapt yourself to the needs of the student?

Allow me to make myself clear:  Finding out what the student needs doesn’t necessarily mean giving the student what he wants.  Indeed, the answer will often be quite the opposite.  When Marshall McLuhan began teaching composition at the University of Wisconsin, he soon realized that his students couldn’t care less about writers long dead.  He began assigning them such odd tasks as writing about commercials, TV shows, popular rock bands, and movie stars, but had them do so in the same serious, scholarly manner that would be expected of them if they were writing about Percy Shelley.  By the end of the semester, they were so sick of pop culture they went back to writing about Shakespeare and/or Francis Bacon with glee.  This is an example of reverse psychology par excellence (and another good example of what happens when a teacher embraces resistance rather than attempting to stamp it out).

McLuhan recognized that his students needed to be shocked out of their media-controlled mindset, so he adapted his skills to their situation.  But he had to be totally free, emphasizing a holistic approach, in order to even begin accomplishing the difficult goal of bridging the vast divide between teacher and student.  One way this can be done is by embracing their resistance through the language of Art.

In a 1981 book entitled The Making of Meaning, Ann E. Berthoff published a fascinating article entitled “The Intelligent Eye and the Thinking Hand.”  Berthoff’s views on Art and Language are far more compelling than Bartholomae’s.  Berthoff is a champion of the imagination over the mechanistic.  She writes, “I believe that for teachers of composition, such a philosophy of mind is best thought of as a theory of imagination.  If we reclaim imagination as the forming power of mind, we will have the theoretical wherewithal for teaching composition as a mode of thinking and a way of learning”.

In his 1980 essay “Concepts of Art and the Teaching of Writing,” Richard E. Young advocates a more systematic approach.  At one point in the essay he quotes John Genung as saying, “It is as mechanism that [rhetoric] must be taught; the rest must be left to the student himself”.  But if we approach the teaching of grammar or rhetoric or art or literature as a mere mechanistic process, if we don’t emphasize creativity and inspiration and imagination and the sheer aesthetic WOW that comes from reading an excellent piece of literature or seeing a brilliant film or experiencing a well-acted play, then what is teaching for?  Do we really instill the love of reading in students by analyzing nonfiction articles about possible racism in Internal Revenue Service hiring statistics, or do we demonstrate the sheer LOVE of great art by allowing them to take part in the process themselves, by letting them know that artists aren’t exotic silver-haired creatures living atop mist-enshrouded mountains in some far away land, writing on ancient parchments with fingers made of glass?  Artists started out (and still are, in most cases) the same exact grubby people as the students.  There’s no difference, except that one has learned to translate experience into an aesthetic product for the enjoyment of everyone.  Anyone can do the same, even the dullest of us, if the love of reading is instilled at the earliest age possible.

Marshall McLuhan once said, “I don’t explain, I explore”.  If they want to connect with their students, teachers must encourage exploration over explanation.  Robert Smithson, the brilliant sculptor who created the breathtaking “Spiral Getty” in Utah, once wrote, “Establish enigmas, not explanations.”  If teachers can somehow learn how to instill a love of enigmas over explanations in their students—even if they succeed with only one student in a class of twenty or forty—then progress will have been made.  The language of Art is one of discovery.  The teacher is merely the guide, taking the student by the hand—without the student ever noticing, ideally, since he or she should be too busy enjoying the ride—through a maze that isn’t so intimidating at all once the student begins to love the journey more than the destination.

The Reluctant Hero is a common trope in literature and mythology.  Joseph Campbell writes extensively about this pattern in his numerous books on the power of myth.  Whether in a fairy tale, a religious parable, an epic poem, a literary masterpiece, a blockbuster summer movie, or a mere comic book, the Hero very rarely embraces the call to adventure.  He resists it to the bitter end.  Only a pre-programmed machine could be expected to do as it’s instructed—to do “what’s best for it” without questioning the wisdom of the programmer.  Any reaction other than resistance would be somewhat less than human.  What well-read teacher, versed in the strange idiosyncrasies of human behavior and history, could be surprised by such resistance?

As former high school teacher John Taylor Gatto wrote in his September 2003 Harper’s Magazine article entitled “Against School”:

First […] we must wake up to what our schools really are:  laboratories of experimentation on young minds, drill centers for the habits and attitudes that corporate society demands.  Mandatory education serves children only incidentally; its real purpose is to turn them into servants.  Don’t let your own have their childhoods extended, not even for a day.  If David Farragut could take command of a captured British warship as a preteen, if Thomas Edison could publish a broadsheet at the age of twelve, if Ben Franklin could apprentice himself to a printer at the same age (then put himself through a course of study that would choke a Yale senior today), there’s no telling what your own kids could do.  After a long life, and thirty years in the public school trenches, I’ve concluded that genius is as common as dirt.  We suppress our genius only because we haven’t yet figured out how to manage a population of educated men and women.  The solution, I think, is simple and glorious.  Let them manage themselves.

Alas, I suspect many years will pass before the American educational system endorses such a simple and glorious solution.  As Buckminster Fuller once said, “Human beings will always do the intelligent thing, after they’ve exhausted all the stupid alternatives.”  I believe an intelligent course correction is inevitable; however, in the meantime teachers needn’t sit around waiting for an official endorsement from the State.  All they have to do is exploit the most valuable asset in their classroom, one that requires no funding from the government.

All they have to do is exercise the imaginations of their students, as well as their own, by offering a panoply of choices and then getting the hell out of the way.

Works Cited:

Bartholomae, David.  “Inventing the University.”  1985.  Composition in Four Keys.  Ed. Mark  Wiley, Barbara Gleason and Louise Phelps. Mountain View:  Mayfield, 1996.  460-79. Print.

Berthoff, Ann.  “The Intelligent Eye and the Thinking Hand.”  1981.  Composition in Four Keys.  Ed. Mark Wiley, Barbara Gleason and Louise Phelps.  Mountain View:  Mayfield, 1996. 40-44.  Print.

Bradbury, Ray.  Zen in the Art of Writing.  Santa Barbara:  Capra P., 1989. Print.

Gatto, John Taylor.  “Against School.”  Harper’s Magazine (September 2003):  33-38. Print.

McLuhan, Marshall.  McLuhan:  Hot & Cool.  New York:  Signet, 1967. Print.

Ohanian, Susan.  “Business Week Revealed Why Common Core Disdains Fiction in 2000.” Susanohanian.org. Web. 19 June 2012.

Rose, Mike.  “The Language of Exclusion.”  1985.  Composition in Four Keys.  Ed. Mark Wiley, Barbara Gleason and Louise Phelps. Mountain View:  Mayfield, 1996.  445-59. Print.

Sutton, Antony.  America’s Secret Establishment.  Billings:  Liberty House P, 1986. Print.

Villanueva, Victor.  “Ingles in the Colleges.”  1993.  Composition in Four Keys.  Ed. Mark Wiley, Barbara Gleason and Louise Phelps.  Mountain View:  Mayfield, 1996.  503-19. Print.

“What Students Read.”  Editorial.  Los Angeles Times 27 Dec. 2012:  A16. Print.

Wilgus, Neal.  The Illuminoids.  Albuquerque:  Sun Publishing Co., 1981. Print.

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The Wizard of Is and how I put together Exit From the Matrix

The Wizard of Is and how I put together Exit From The Matrix

by Jon Rappoport

February 22, 2014

www.nomorefakenews.com

I’ll get to the fascinating archetype of the Wizard of Is in a minute. First, here is the breakdown on what’s in my collection, Exit From the Matrix:

Here is the list of my brand new audio presentations included in this collection:

INTRODUCTION: HOW TO USE THE MATERIALS IN EXIT FROM THE MATRIX

EXIT FROM THE MATRIX

50 IMAGINATION EXERCISES

FURTHER IMAGINATION EXERCISES

ANESTHESIA, BOREDOM, EXCITEMENT, ECSTASY

ANCIENT TIBET AND THE UNIVERSE AS A PRODUCT OF MIND

YOU THE INVENTOR, MINDSET, AND FREEDOM FROM “THE EXISTENCE PROGRAM”

PARANORMAL EXPERIMENTS AND EXERCISES

CHILDREN AND IMAGINATION

THE CREATIVE LIFE AND THE MATRIX/IMAGINATION

PICTURES OF REALITY AND ESCAPE VELOCITY FROM THE MATRIX

THIS WOULD BE A VERY DIFFERENT FUTURE

MODERN ZEN

GREAT PASSIONS AND GREAT ANDROIDS

Then you will receive the following audio seminars I have previously done:

Mind Control, Mind Freedom

The Transformations

Desire, Manifestation and Fulfillment

Altered States, Consciousness, and Magic

Beyond Structures

The Mystery and Magic of Dialogue

The Voyage of Merlin

Modern Alchemy and Imagination

Imagination and Spiritual Enlightenment

Dissolving Stress

The Paranormal Project

Zen Painting for Everyone Now

Past Lives, Archetypes, and Hidden Sources of Human Energy

Expression of Self

Imagination Exercises for a Lifetime

Old Planet, New Planet, New Mind

The Era of Magic Returns

Your Power Revealed

Universes Without End

Relationships

Building a Business for Success

I have included an additional bonus section:

A pdf of my book, The Secret Behind Secret Societies

A pdf of my book, The Ownership of All Life

A long excerpt from my briefly published book, Full Power

A pdf of my 24 articles in the series, “Coaching the Coaches”

And these audio seminars:

The Role of Medical Drugs in Human Illness

Longevity One: The Mind-Body Connection

Longevity Two: The Nutritional Factors

(Note: All the audio presentations are mp3 files and the documents .pdf files. You download them.)

What has been called The Matrix is a series of layers. These layers compose what we call Reality. Reality is not merely the consensus people accept in their daily lives. It is also a personal and individual conception of limits. It is a perception that these limits are somehow built into existence. But this is not true.

What I’ve done here is remove the lid on those perceived limits. This isn’t an intellectual undertaking. It’s a way to open up space and step on to a new road.

That road travels to more and more creative power, joy, and fulfillment.

During that great adventure, the individual experiences what has been labeled “paranormal” and “synchronistic” and “magical.” These words really don’t do us justice. They only hint at what we are and what we can do.

I put this collection together because it expresses, explains, and shows, in detail, how the individual can rediscover and reclaim his/her true power.

That process, that engagement, that life, is beyond solving problems. Our problems, at the core, exist only because we have “misplaced an infinity.”

The Wizard of Is surveys the world and the universe and says, “Here it all is. This is what will eliminate the need for you to invent your own world.”

Translation: “It will keep you in a beautiful prison forever, because all roads lead through a maze that takes you back to the beginning, where you started. Who could ask for anything more? It’s complex, it’s a Matrix, it’s challenging, it’s joyous and painful, it’s a thrill a minute. Or you can lie down go to sleep.”


Exit From the Matrix


The Wizard of Is is the maestro of What Is. He does everything he can to convince you that What Already Is is your best option, your destiny, your home of homes.

After that, you only have to find your place. The Wizard is very good at cooking up mumbo-jumbo about you needing a particular place and how, when you find it, things fall together and click together for you.

We’re making this endless TV series called Reality and there are billions of roles available. If we can find your best role, you’ll fit it like a glove, and then you’ll be happy.”

The Wizard then makes sure to indicate that challenging What Is is a very difficult road. It opens you up to all sorts of dangers, he says. The Wizard has lots of experience in wielding the stick and the carrot.

What are some of the characteristics of What Is? It’s always there. You can always see it and look at it and get involved with it. It’s outside yourself. It’s like a vast painting in a museum—except you walk into it and live there. It’s made for you. It’s apparently seamless—once you’re inside it. It doesn’t break down and reveal rips in its fabric. It endures.

You can approach it from many angles—political, economic, social, medical, military, scientific. But above all, What Is is a Continuum, which is to say it’s an interlock of space-time-energy. It all fits together. Each aspect enforces and confirms every other aspect.

The idea of exiting from it seems absurd. You’re there, and there you will stay. Your job is to fit in, to find your place, your role, your destiny.

A great deal of Wizard-of-Is propaganda surrounds it. For example, you have no capacity to exceed its parameters. You can make use of technology to explore and manipulate certain pieces of What Is, but without technology you’re lost. Therefore, those who supply you with technology are your masters.

The Wizard states that he is your guide. He’ll help you navigate What Is to your advantage. This is your best option. Your only option.

All of this is a highly sophisticated form of hypnosis.

This external Matrix couldn’t operate at all—unless the human perceptual apparatus was designed to mesh and merge with it. But this apparatus is only a fragment of the possible range of perception.

The clumsy word “paranormal” is used to explain (and deny) the capacity to see beyond the structure of Matrix.

The Wizard says, “You don’t want to look too closely at the Matrix. It’ll lead to disillusionment. You’ll feel depressed. You won’t know what to do. You need to accept the Matrix. All happiness stems from that.”

However, the truth is more complex than that. You need to cultivate both an acceptance and a rejection. Here is the paradox: acceptance gives you a platform from which to reject.

This should have been the message of Zen for the last several thousand years. And perhaps in the hands of a certain few teachers, it was. But for the most part, the message of Zen has been about spiritual insight and breakthrough leading to acceptance.

That’s half a meal. It’s unstable. It breaks down. In time, the devotee finds himself at sea, cut off from his own creative power, unwilling to exercise it, for fear that he’ll overstep his mandate as a human being.

I cite Zen, but in fact almost every spiritual system devised in so-called civilized cultures has carried the same message. Accept What Is, period.

This makes the Wizard rejoice. It’s his device, his con.

Some years ago, I was interviewed by a host who urged me to talk about the Matrix. With every step I took, he assented and pushed me forward. But I could see in his rushed agreement all the signs that he was becoming more and more uncomfortable.

He was looking for a new system to replace the old. He wanted a conclusion, a wrap-up that would confirm his hypnotized belief in What Is.

It was, all in all, quite amusing. He was saying yes, yes, while he was thinking no, no. He wanted a better prison, a kinder warden, that’s all.

So I introduced the idea of the Wizard of Is. Then, I really saw him go into internal paroxysms. He looked like he was about to fall off his perch.

He was dedicated to systems all the way down. He wanted to be surrounded and comforted by a structure that would eliminate the need for him to do anything—while he pretended that was not the case.

I said, “Look, if you really like systems, invent your own. You don’t have to be living under the umbrella of someone else’s.”

I saw a light go on in his mind.

That’s interesting,” he said slowly.

Sure,” I said. “Keep on inventing systems if that’s what you want to do. Maybe some day, you’ll come to the end of it and you’ll create something you really want to that isn’t a system.”

Well,” he said, “ I suppose that’s possible.”

After the interview, he took me aside and said, “You know, maybe I can dump that Wizard you talked about…”

The Wizard isn’t forever. He just acts as if he is.

Jon Rappoport

The author of two explosive collections, THE MATRIX REVEALED and EXIT FROM 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 emails at www.nomorefakenews.com

The trial of an artist

The trial of an artist

by Jon Rappoport

February 20, 2014

www.nomorefakenews.com

Guilty! the judge said, and it was over. The charge? Maintaining that his work was his own, that he had done it himself, that he had made the choices and invented the words and imagined the whole thing, whatever it was, the novel, the poem, the play.

What it was, was not on trial. Nothing to do with the message. No, it was all about attribution.

Because the great spiritual merger had already taken place. The masses had undergone enlightenment, and the government had seen it—actually, seen TO it—and then declared that artists could face jail time for pretending to be what many of them said they were:

Individuals. Inventors. People who did things in their own rooms, privately, out of view, by their own means.

This was now verboten. Because it had been established that the whole human race, no one excepted, was tapping into the very same great consciousness, and whatever was in the world emanated from THAT experience.

So the judge had no need to deliberate. It was simple. This artist, whoever he was, and it didn’t matter who he was, was guilty. He claimed he had created his work. He’d insisted on it. In fact, he denied the Great Merger, said he was no part of it. He opposed it on several grounds. One, it was a fanciful delusion, and two, even if people were actually melting into one another, he didn’t have to. He could stay right where he was, in his own room, alone, and he could turn out his work.

The sin of pride. The sin of ego. Quite distasteful.

The artist was transgressing against the human race. He was by deed, word, and attitude, denying the final ascension to Unified Infinite Consciousness. He was saying no to that, over and over. He was revolting against the truth. He was spitting on the Messengers of Peace.

This needed punishment. Society had to censure him, had to deny him the right to turn out new work, unless he righteously admitted he was just a channel for it.

For example, an anonymous monk in Albania had recently published a 1000-page work titled, The Whole World Engages in Orgy. He dedicated it to the Great Spirit of Wholeness. He prostrated himself before the Akashic Warehouse From Which Information Proceeds and abluted his body with the symbolic blood of past suffering generations. He confessed openly that no word of his book came from him.

My subconscious,” he said, “is abiding in the Oversoul, and there it asks for knowledge, and knowledge is granted.”

He made a pilgrimage to the Monument of the Eternal Smile at the Arizona Yoga Mat Hotel and Entertainment Complex and fasted for 13 days.

He titled the introduction to his opus: We’re All in This Together. He stated in no uncertain terms that we are all little dots in the sea of energy and consciousness, and art is merely an expression of that condition. Nothing more. Ever. “No one person achieves anything,” he wrote. “We must cling to that. Not only as a political fact, but as a spiritual revelation.”

He stated, “I ask nothing for my work. I abdicate ownership. I surrender. In the past, I suffered from spiritual constipation, but now I have let go.”

In his Epilog, Letting Go and Moving On, he praised Bright Day III, our new president, for his work in ushering in legislation confirming the discovery of One World Self.

Just as government consents to new scientific discoveries,” wrote the monk, “it now affirms spiritual ones. The President is the expression of our collective thought, and therefore his election was inevitable.”

As the judge in the trial described how the monk was an example of what a real artist should be, the defendant in the case stood up and said, “Your Honor, before you pass sentence on me, I have a question. Will there be boundaries on what people, any people, can do in the privacy of their own homes? Since I’m going to jail for producing my art, I was just wondering whether other prohibitions will soon follow.”

The judge nodded.

As a matter of fact,” he said, “there is pending legislation to outlaw certain kinds of independent research, on the grounds that it takes a person away from the Universal Body. So much of a spiritual and political nature is now settled, unfunded research amounts to meddling with Unity. Why should we allow it?”

The defendant sat down. He said, “Can I think my own thoughts?”

You see,” the judge said, “that’s your problem. You insist on your contemplations, as if they were private possessions.”

All due respect, Your Honor, but I just like to think.”

Why?”

It pleases me.”

More than your freedom from imprisonment?”

That’s a tough choice.”

And apparently one you’ve already made.”

The artist said, “You know, there was a time when a person who used the word ‘magic’ as a term of approbation could be excommunicated, even tortured, because he was said to be on the side of the Devil.”

Nonsense,” the judge said. “We are all magic, together.”


Exit From the Matrix


The artist said, “I deny the right of this court to pass sentence on me.”

Obviously,” the judge said. “But your opinion has no effect. I could sentence you to six years’ hard labor in a camp in Alaska. Instead, I’m going to have you live in a padded cell for two years with a group of rebel artists. You’ll sort out your problems and basically do what you do. CBS is organizing it as a new reality show. It’s called When Spiritual Evolution Fails.”

Your Honor,” the artist said, “how can you sentence me when you don’t really believe I exist as an independent person?”

The judge wagged his finger.

Don’t try to pull that one on me,” he said. “You’re a piece of energy that has broken off from the whole. That’s all.”

But how? Through my own choice? If so, I have freedom. And that means I am I.”

No it doesn’t. Some force ultimately pushed you out of the hive.”

The artist shook his head.

Review what you’ve been saying to me, Your Honor. You’ve been accusing me, an individual, of free and willful behavior, immoral choices.”

It’s a convenient way to speak, nothing more. When we get around to changing the language, and we will, all references to individuals will be eradicated. Eventually, the kind of thing you write will come across as gibberish. No one will understand it. It will drop like dead leaves from a tree.”

Guilty!

Jon Rappoport

The author of two explosive collections, THE MATRIX REVEALED and EXIT FROM 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 emails at www.nomorefakenews.com

Logic, imagination, and magic

by Jon Rappoport

February 20, 2014

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Logic applies to the physical universe.

It applies to statements made about that universe. It applies to factual language.

Many wonderful things can be done with logic. Don’t leave home without it. Don’t analyze information without it. Don’t endure an education without it.

But art and imagination are of another universe(s). They can deploy logic, but they can also invent in any direction without limit, and they can embrace contradiction. They can build worlds in which space and time and energy are quite different.

Magic is nothing more and nothing less than imagination superseding this universe. Magic occurs when imagination takes this reality for a ride.

Which brings us to what I call the Is People. The Is People are dedicated with a fervor to insisting that this Continuum and this consensus reality are inviolable, are the end-all and be-all.

They strive to fit themselves into Is, and this eventually has some interesting negative consequences. They come to resemble solid matter. They take on the character of matter.

For them, imagination is at least a misdemeanor, if not a felony. It’s a blow to the Is of Is. They tend to view imagination as a form of mental disorder.

Technocrats like to gibber about imagination as if it’s nothing more than just another closed system that hasn’t been mapped yet. But they’re sure it will be, and when that happens, people will apparently give up creating and opt for living in a way that more closely resembles machines.

There are many people who secretly wish they were machines that functioned automatically and without flaws. It’s their wet dream.

Magic eventually comes to the conclusion that imagination creates reality. Any reality. And therefore, one universe, indivisible, is an illusion, a way of trapping Self.

What began as the physical universe, a brilliant work of art, ends up as a psychic straitjacket, a mental ward in which the inmates strive for normalcy. Those who fail at even this are labeled and shunted into a special section of the ward.

But the result of imagination, if pursued and deployed long enough and intensely enough, is:

Consensus reality begins to organize itself around you, rather than you organizing yourself around it.

There are various names and labels used to describe this state of affairs, but none of them catches the sensation of it.

Magic is one of those labels.

What I’m describing here isn’t some snap-of-the-fingers trick of manifestation; it’s a life lived.

The old alchemists were working in this area. They were striving for the transformation of consciousness. In true alchemy, one’s past, one’s experience, one’s conflicts all become fuel for the fire of creating new realities. Taken along certain lines, this is called art.

One universe, one logic, one Continuum, one role in that Continuum, one all-embracing commitment to that role, one avenue of perception, one Is…this is the delusion.

And eventually, the delusion gives birth to a dedication to what “everyone else” thinks and supposes and assumes and accepts. This is slavery.

Freeing one’s self, living through and by imagination, is not a mass movement. It’s a choice taken by one person. It’s a new and unique road for each person.


Exit From the Matrix


Societies and civilizations are organized around some concept of the common good. The concept always deteriorates, and this is because it is employed to lower the ceiling on individual power rather than raise it.

“Be less than you are, then we can all come together in a common cause.”

It’s essentially a doctrine of sacrifice—everyone sacrifices to everyone else, and the result is a coagulated mass of denial of Self.

It is a theme promoted under a number of guises by men who have one thing in mind: control.

It’s a dictatorship of the soul. It has always existed.

Breaking out of it involves reasserting the power of imagination to invent new and novel realities.

Under a variety of names, this is art.

Promoting the image of the artist as a suffering victim is simply one more way to impose the doctrine of sacrifice.


In 1961, when I began writing and painting in earnest, I had a conversation with the extraordinary healer, Richard Jenkins, whom I write about in my book, The Secret Behind Secret Societies (included in Exit From The Matrix). This is my note from that time about what Richard told me:

“Paint what you want to, no matter what anyone else says. You may not always know what you want to create, but that’s good. Keep working, keep painting. You’ll find your way. You’ll invent something new, something unique, if you don’t give in. You’ll see everything in a new light. Reality is a bad joke. It’s nothing more than what everyone assents to, because they’re afraid. They’re afraid of what people will say. They’re afraid they have far more power than they want to discover. They’re afraid that power will lead them away from common and ordinary beliefs. They’re afraid they’ll become a target for the masses who have surrendered their own lives and don’t want to be reminded of it. They afraid they’ll find out something tremendous about themselves…”

Nothing I’ve experienced in the 50 years since then has diminished what Richard said to me.

These fears are all illusions that disintegrate when a person shoves in his chips on imagination and makes that bet and lives it.

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 life, new life: entrances and exits

Old life, new life: entrances and exits

by Jon Rappoport

February 17, 2014

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Dreams come and go. Some are forgotten, others remain. The practical side says, “You must do this, you must do that,” but the dreams that hold on say something else:

You can leave an old life and begin a new one.

This is more than hope. It’s a kind of vision composed of past moments in which the cup of joy is filled to the brim.

Nothing in this universe can wipe out those memories forever.

They come back.

And when they do, they bring energy, belief, and confidence.

A person can refuse to see the suggestions and the implications, he can pretend he’s merely floating in a brief reverie, and he can then trample on through the garden and continue his way to a bleak outpost. But still he doesn’t entirely forget.

Because he doesn’t want to.

The memories are distillations of the best of the past, and they point to a new future.

The shape of that future may be vague, but the emotions and sensations are vivid.

These feelings can rise again, if one can discover what actions will recover them. Actions, which taken together, create the substance of the years ahead.


Exit From the Matrix


For a baby learning what this world is, there is no tangible past. His entire thrust is discovering delight. Which reminds us that the psyche, the spirit, wants joy, naturally—and if unimpeded, will find it. Hour by hour, day by day.

Only much later, when the baby has “grown up,” does he realize he has left something behind.

Then, unfortunately, he comes to believe he can’t go back. He comes to believe that some rigid set of principles should be his North Star: through this compass setting, the best of what is possible will be his, given that limits are more important than possibilities.

But every human knows, in a part of himself that is often shielded from sight, that possibilities ring more true than limits.

When a small child paints a picture, no matter what it looks like, he can tell you a story about it. And he invests this story with a vision that is more powerful, in some mysterious way, than all of society.

Centuries from now, when historians look back on this time, no matter what they find, they will still need this lesson. They will need to know that in the soul of every person, there are colors of visions which, when acted upon, make new lives, new delight, joy, ecstasy. And the alternative is always less.

The simple compounding of these lessers, without the need for mathematical sophistication, explains the root cause of the decline of civilizations.

Jon Rappoport

The author of two explosive collections, THE MATRIX REVEALED and EXIT FROM 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 emails at www.nomorefakenews.com

Paul Klee: man of mystery and joy

Paul Klee: man of mystery and joy

by Jon Rappoport

February 16, 2014

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Paul Klee was one of those spirits who transmuted everything he came in contact with—effortlessly. It was in his bones, his blood, his heart, his mind, his psyche: the act of transformation.

The poet e.e. cummings once wrote, “There’s a hell of a good universe next door, let’s go.” Klee went, every day of his life. And he was not committed to one particular alternative. He invented them by the truckload. This, as opposed to organized religions, each of which invents ONE cosmic mural and tries to back people into a corner with it.

Klee never focused on developing a trademark style. He saw One Style as a limiter, a defection from the real joy of painting. He was a man who had many desires, recognized that fact, and painted all of them.

He exudes the sense of: “Give me a small room, a pad of paper, a few colors and brushes, and close the door behind you.”

Almost everything he did was by way of improvisation.

Critics downplay this last fact, because for them it amounts to cheating: spontaneity is only permitted when there are many signs and stories of struggle. Klee avoided becoming enmeshed in struggle by working on a number of paintings at once. When he was finished for the moment with one, he moved to another, and so on, and kept revisiting the incomplete works and adding to them until he was satisfied.

Klee was what I would call a sane man. He knew how to begin, he knew how to end. He knew that the next painting was more important than the last. He didn’t need self-pity, and he didn’t care for outlandish praise.

He wasn’t trying to be recognized for certain traits. He had found gold, and he kept mining it. He realized that imagination is an infinitely forked river, and he needed no propulsive agenda to drive him forward. One, two, three strokes on a blank canvas and he was able to invent what could come next. Could was never should or must. It was all open, his spaces.

He was not trying to solve a problem. Nor, as some have said, was he asking questions in his paintings.

Each small painting was a world unto itself.

He never titled a painting until it was finished. Then he looked at it and thought up a name, which was sometimes laid on as a description, and sometimes given as a statement about what the picture was not.

Even Picasso, who reserved most praise for his own fabulous self as a matter of principle, once visited Klee in his studio and acknowledged the brilliance of another man. Through clenched teeth, no doubt.

For Klee, the blank canvas signaled the delicious unknown. He was very comfortably nowhere at that moment, and then as he painted, he was in a successive series of somewheres.

Kandinsky and Klee mark a point of demarcation for painting. It was not enough to alter the so-called real world. You could actually create a new world in every picture. A different new world. There were as many as you wanted to dream up.

Klee did not give credence to having a finished idea in his mind before starting a work. He was not transferring a picture in his mind to the canvas. He was inventing/discovering as he went along. In this, he was happy.

He could be very precise, and he could be imprecise. A world does not have to be precise.

Some say his work was too easy. It was too celebrative. It didn’t present some final vision. It lacked maturity. The emotions were too simple.

All these judgments are off the mark. They represent estimates of what Klee was not. What he was, was marvelously direct. Is Mars too red? Is Mercury too hot?

Do androids dream, as Phil Dick asked, of electric sheep? Do ants dream of balloons? Why not? And if so, why not paint that?

Paul Klee. 1879-1940. There is a little (out-of-print) book titled Klee, with a long, fascinating essay by Marcel Marnat. Publisher: Leon Amiel (1974). Many plates.

Several paintings I recommend: The Red Fish (1925); Head with Blue Tones (1933); 17IRR (1923).

I believe Klee was saying this: Here are several thousand worlds I just invented. Approach them with a free mind and heart. Glance at them from several different angles. Jump into their liquids, stand on their flat surfaces, lean from their precarious platforms. Serve them to yourself as appetizers or main courses. Let them pass through your digestive tract. Make faces to match their faces. Remove their masks; then you may find deeper shades or you may find nothing. Ponder how you invest your imagination in mine, and go away with a spark of self-recognition, recognition of what you have, what you can do, what you can invent. Our whole planet is a mask, and we can, if we change and evolve, take great delight in dreaming up new spaces and times.

Jon Rappoport

The author of two explosive collections, THE MATRIX REVEALED and EXIT FROM 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 emails at www.nomorefakenews.com

Stravinsky, Dali, and the revolution of imagination

by Jon Rappoport

February 15, 2014

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On May 29, 1913, in the Theatre des Champs-Elysees in Paris, a riot broke out.

After the curtain went up on the premiere of The Rite of Spring, it took only a few minutes for the tumult to begin.

Boos, hisses, catcalls, people throwing objects at the stage… The roar of the crowd quickly became so loud, the dancers lost their cues.

And the music. It was a whisper, a pounding scream, sheets of brass, harsh relentless rhythms breaking against one another, cliffs suddenly colliding and collapsing in the air.

The police arrived and shut the program down.

Stravinsky, at 28, had arrived on the world scene.

Never again would he compose music so challenging. Later in his life, after he had taken up a position as a champion of new classicism, he would conduct a recording of the Rite that was modulated to a bare shadow of its former self.

But the revolution had happened.

Much has been written about the premiere and the Rite. A great deal of programmatic explanation has been offered to “make sense” out of the piece of music: after all, it was a ballet with a plot, and the themes had to do with primitive ritual sacrifices in a fanciful pagan world.

You can also find scholarly work on the structure of the Rite, indicating a possible borrowed background of several Eastern European folk melodies.

Formidable creations of imagination are often diluted by referring the audience to other works and periods of time and influences—to explain the incomprehensible.

But the fact is, to absorb a work of imagination, one has to use his own imagination.

Since this is considered unlikely, pundits earnestly help us with step-down contexts, so that we can understand the work in pedestrian terms. In other words, so we can reduce it to nothing.

Fundamentally, it is its own world. It immediately and finally presents itself as a universe apart from easy references and tie-ins and links.

So when you listen to the Rite, you are, gratefully, alone with the music. In this regard, I recommend one recording. The 1958 Leonard Bernstein-New York Philharmonic, available as Sony SMK 47629. It’s the 1992 Bernstein Royal Edition. Le Sacre Du Printemps.

Bernstein, one of the geniuses of the 20th century, was no stranger to encountering imagination with imagination. And yet, as the conductor, he had no need to distort the score. If anything, he was more faithful to it and the composer’s great intent than any other conductor, past or present.

In 1912 and 1913, Stravinsky had composed the Rite in a reckless frame of mind. This did not mean he abandoned all he knew; it meant he wanted to show everyone how dim the perception of music had become. “To hell with all of them.”

He took the large orchestra and shredded the conventional relationships between its various sections. Instead, he made it an ocean in a storm. He crossed all lines. He crashed together old sounds and new sounds. He destroyed pleasant mesmerizing rhythms.

But there was nothing primitive about his undertaking. He made something new, something no one could have predicted.

As you listen to it, you may find one part of your mind repeating, this is not music, this is not music. Just keep listening. Five times, 50 times, 100 times.

There are artists like Stravinsky, like the Spanish architect Gaudi, like Edgar Varese, like the often-reviled American writer Henry Miller, like Walt Whitman (although Whitman has been grotesquely co-opted into a Norman Rockwell-like prefect), like the several great Mexican muralists—all of whom transmit an oceanic quality.

As in, The Flood.

There is a fear that, if such artists were unleashed to produce their work on a grand scale—and if the societal chains of perception were removed—they would take over the world.

This is the real reason there was a riot at the Theatre des Champs Elysees on May 29, 1913. Even though Stravinsky was presenting a universe of his own making, people instinctively felt that the music could spill over into the streets of Paris…and after that, where would it go? What would stop it?

Their fear was justified.

Our world, contrary to all consensus, is meant to be revolutionized by art, by imagination, right down to its core.

That this has not happened for the best is no sign that the process is irrelevant. It is only a testament to the collective resistance.

Who knows how many such revolutions have been shunted aside and rejected, in favor of the shape we now think of as central and eternal?

We are living in a default structure, the one that has been left over after all the prior revolutions have been put to sleep.

And still, it takes imagination and creating to give us what we have now. But often it is a harnessed imagination that accedes to a stolid esthetic that replaces daring and vast improvisation with classical forms and formats, long after their time.

We peek between the fluted columns to see what the future might hold. We speculate, for example, that information itself might be alive and might flow in from our own DNA to bring about a new cyber-brain step in evolution. Information? What further evidence do we need that our society is heading down a slope to the swamp?

If Rite of Spring and other works of that magnitude are information, a wooden duck on a doily is Shakespeare.

Mere information is the wood scrapings and the stone chips Brancusi swept up in his studio and put out in the alley. Information is the dried flattened tubes of paint Matisse disposed of with the old newspapers. Information is the heap of wires Tesla tossed in the garbage.

Information is the neutral boil-down left over after the artist has made his mark.

Creation is not neutral.

It flows out into the atmosphere with all its subjective force.

That is what happened on May 29, 1913.

And that is what evoked the mass fear.


The Matrix Revealed


Exit From the Matrix


The critics would have declared Salvador Dali a lunatic if he hadn’t had such formidable classical painting skills.

He placed his repeating images (the notorious melting watch, the face and body of his wife, the ornate and fierce skeletal structures of unknown creatures) on the canvas as if they had as much right to be there as any familiar object.

This was quite troubling to many people. If an immense jawbone that was also a rib or a forked femur could rival a perfectly rendered lamp or couch or book (on the same canvas), where were all the accoutrements and assurances of modern comfortable living?

Where was the pleasantly mesmerizing effect of a predictable existence?

Where was a protective class structure that depended on nothing more than money and cultural slogans?

Dali invented vast comedies on canvas. But the overall joke turned, as the viewer’s eye moved, into a nightmare, into an entrancing interlude of music, a memory of something that had never happened, a gang of genies coming out of corked bottles. A bewildering mix of attitudes sprang out from the paintings.

What was the man doing? Was he making fun of the audience? Was he simply showing off? Was he inventing waking dreams? Was he, God forbid, actually imagining something entirely new that resisted classification?

Words failed viewers and critics and colleagues and enemies.

But they didn’t fail Dali. He took every occasion to explain his work. However, his explications were handed out in a way that made it plain he was telling tall tales—interesting, hilarious, and preposterous tall tales.

Every interview and press conference he gave, gave birth to more attacks on him. Was he inviting scorn? Was he really above it all? Was he toying with the press like some perverse Olympian?

Critics flocked to make him persona non grata, but what was the persona they were exiling? They had no idea then, and they have no idea now.

It comes back to this: when you invent something truly novel, you know that you are going to stir the forces trapped within others that aspire to do the very same thing. You know that others are going to begin by denying that anything truly NEW even exists. That DOES make it a comedy, whether you want to admit it or not.

It is possible that every statement ever uttered in public by Dali was a lie. A fabrication. An invention dedicated to constructing a massive (and contradictory) persona.

Commentators who try to take on Dali’s life usually center on the early death of his young brother as the core explanation for Dali’s “basic confusion”—which resulted in his bizarre approach to his own fame.

However, these days, with good reason, we might more correctly say that Dali was playing the media game on his own terms, after realizing that no reporter wanted the real Dali (whatever that might mean)—some fiction was being asked for, and the artist was merely being accommodating.

He was creating a self that matched his paintings.

It is generally acknowledged that no artist of the 20th century was superior to Dali in the ability to render realistic detail.

But of course Dali’s work was not about realism.

The most complex paintings—see, for example, Christopher Columbus Discovering America and The Hallucinogenic Toreador—brilliantly orchestrated the interpenetration of various solidities/ realities, more or less occupying the same space.

I’m sure that if Dali were living today, he would execute a brain-bending UFO landing on the front lawn of the White House. Such a painting would envelop the viewer with simultaneous dimensions colliding outside the president’s mansion.

At some point in his career, Dali saw (decided) there was no limit to what he could assemble in the same space—and there was no limit to the number of spaces he could corral into the same canvas. A painting could become a science-fiction novel reaching into several pasts and futures. The protagonist (the viewer) could find himself in such a simultaneity.

Critics have attacked the paintings relentlessly. They are offended at Dali’s skill, which matches the best work of the meticulous Dutch Renaissance masters.

They hate the dissonance. They resent Dali’s mordant wit and rankle at the idea that Dali could carry out monstrous jokes in such fierce extended detail.

But above all, the sheer imagination harpoons the critics. How dare a painter turn reality upside down so blatantly, while rubbing their faces in it.

The cherry on the cake was: for every attack the critics launched at Dali the man (they really had no idea who he was), Dali would come back at them with yet another elaborate piece of fiction about himself. It was unfair. The scholars were “devoted to the truth.” The painter was free to invent himself over and over as many times as he fancied.

Dali was holding up a mirror. He was saying, “You people are like me. We’re all doing fiction. I’m much better at it. In the process, I get at a much deeper truth.”

Dali was the hallucinogenic toreador. He was holding off and skirting the charges of the critics and the historians. They rushed at him. He moved with his cape—and danced out of the way.

The principles of organized society dictate that a person must be who he is, even if that is a cartoon of a cartoon. A person must be one recognizable caricature forever, must be IDed, must have one basic function. Must—as a civilization goes down the trail of decline—be watched and taped and profiled.

When a person shows up who is many different things, who can invent himself at the drop of hat, who seems to stand in 14 different places at the same time, the Order trembles.

This is not acceptable.

(Fake) reality declares: what you said yesterday must synchronize absolutely with what you say today.

This rule (“being the only thing you are”) guarantees that human beings will resonate with the premise that we all live and think and work in one continuum of space and time. One. Only one. Forever. The biggest joke of all. The big lie.

Whatever he was, however despicable he may have been in certain respects, Dali broke that egg. Broke the cardinal rule.

He reveled in doing it. He made people wait for an answer about himself, and the answer never came. Instead, he gave them a hundred answers, improvised like odd-shaped and meticulous reveries.

He threw people back on their own resources, and those resources proved to be severely limited.

How harsh for conventional critics to discover that nothing in Dali’s education produced an explanation for his ability to render an object so perfectly on the canvas. It was almost as if, deciding that he would present competing circumstances inside one painting, he perversely ENABLED himself to do the job with such exacting skill, “making subversive photographs come to life.”

That was too much.

But there the paintings are.

Imagination realized.

Like it or not, Dali paved the way for many others. He opened doors and windows.

And the pressure has been building. The growing failure of major institutions (organized religion, psychology, education, government) to keep the cork in the bottle signals the prison break in progress.

More people understand that the veil is not really a veil of tears. It’s a curtain madly drawn across the creative force.

The pot is boiling. People want out.

Somewhere along the line we have to give the green light to our own creative power. That is the first great day. That’s the dawn of no coerced boundaries. Everything we’ve been taught tells us that a life lived entirely from creative power is impossible. We don’t have it within us. We should maintain silence and propriety in the face of greater official power and wisdom. We must abide by the rules. We must, at best, “surrender to the universe.”

But what if, when we come around the far turn, we see that the universe is us? Is simply one part of imagination? Is a twinkling rendition we installed to keep us titillated with dreams that would forever drift out of reach? What if it turns out that we are the perverse ones and Dali is quite normal?

What if we pop out of the fences of this culture and this continuum and this tired movie called planet Earth?

Jon Rappoport

The author of two explosive collections, THE MATRIX REVEALED and EXIT FROM 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 emails at www.nomorefakenews.com

In the museum called Reality

In the museum called Reality

by Jon Rappoport

February 11, 2014

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You stroll through a museum.

Many rooms, many paintings.

You come upon a large landscape. Fields, cottages, hills, valleys, mountains rising in the background.

While other people move past it with a glance, you walk closer.

It’s lovely.

There, in the lower left-hand corner, you see the beginning of a narrow trail among a stand of pines. You wish you could…

A man is suddenly standing next to you. He’s smiling.

Go ahead,” he says. “You can do it.”

Absurd. And yet…

You wonder.

All it takes is conviction,” he says.

You look closer at that trail. Beyond the trees, there is a small cabin. It’s perfect.

And then…you’re walking along the trail. You can feel the soft earth under your shoes. You can smell the pines.

You walk faster, and in a few minutes you arrive at the cabin.

The door is ajar.

You enter.

One room. A bed, a small table, a chair, a fireplace.

On the mantle, there is a book bound in cracked leather. You walk over, pick it up, and open it.

You see drawings of a city. Crowded streets, people sitting in sidewalk cafes, cars, tall buildings. You can hear the noise on the streets.

It’s the kind of city you’d like to visit. There you would be free, unattached. You would walk and live as an unknown person. You would be a stranger, but no one would know that.

The cabin is gone. You’re exiting a ground-floor apartment in the city. You’re emerging on to a street with a briefcase in your hand.

You open the briefcase. In it are several file folders.

You see a sheaf of papers. They seem to be a report. The name of the author…you sense it’s your name.

You have a job. You think about it for a few seconds, and you realize you know where your office is. It’s up the street and over three blocks.

Suddenly, you’re sitting in that office. You look out the window. You’re a dozen floors above the street.

A woman walks in and sets down a cup of coffee on your desk.

She lays a key next to the coffee.

This is the one you wanted,” she says. “I did a little research and found out it used to be a freight elevator.”

She walks out.

You pick up the key and examine it. It’s made of gray metal. There is a circle inscribed in it, and inside the circle is a square.

You stand up and walk out of the office, along a corridor, and through an exit. There on your left is a large set of double doors.

You insert the key into a hole and the doors open. You step in.

The doors close and you feel the elevator descend.

After a minute, it stops and opens. You step out. The doors close behind you.

You’re standing in a small room. On the walls, you see drawings and inscriptions, pictographs. Maps. Labyrinths. You see five, six, and eight-pointed stars. Animals. Circles containing squares. Other geometric figures. Numbers. Faces.

You turn back to the elevator. You look but you can’t find a place to insert the key. You try to pry the doors apart, but they won’t budge.

…Now, you feel as if you’ve been standing in that room for a very long time. You have memories of trying to decipher the drawings on the walls. You have memories of having almost succeeded, only to be stymied.

It seems you have a long history of having tried to decode secrets.

A man is standing next to you. He’s smiling. His face is familiar.

I only encouraged you,” he says. “I’m no magician. I just gave you a little push. You supplied the conviction. That’s the main thing you have to understand.”

What does he mean?

A vague memory becomes sharper.

You were walking, a long time ago, in a museum. Yes.

And then you entered…something. And now you’re here.

Without thinking, you say, “There’s a rule against being bigger.”

He nods as if he understands perfectly.

If I were to exit this place, this whole place,” you say, “I would be bigger. That’s not permitted. It’s a sign of…”

Excessive pride,” he says.

Yes,” you say.

It indicates you’re trying to become ‘better than everyone else’. Which is a criminal offense.”

You think about his words. They spell out a rule, but who made the rule?

Everybody who is here,” you say, “is smaller than they want to be?”

He smiles again. “That depends on what you mean by ‘want.’”

You repeat, “In this place, ‘bigger’ means ‘criminal.’ But who decided that?”

Then you realize you had a chain wrapped around your neck.

You reach up, and you can feel where the chain was. There is still an ache there.

The man is waiting. He’s looking at you.

Why are you doing this?” you say.

Doing what?”

He shakes his head.

He slowly fades out.

He was some kind of artifact. He was a construct that appeared out of your own voice and your own thoughts.

You made him.

You made him out of the scent of pines trees and the sound of water running through the forest and clouds and a desire whose substance you can’t quite fathom.

You sense you are betraying other people. That thought is made out of an old obsession to be like everyone else.

The obsession can become a life, a holy crusade.

But, you realize, it’s not your life or your crusade.

There is a soft explosion just behind your head.

You feel an impulse that is going to lift you off the floor.

And then…

You’re back in the museum.

You’re standing in front of the painting of the pine trees and the trail and the cabin and the fields and the mountains and the sky.

You’re trembling with relief.

A museum guard steps over to you.

Are you all right, sir?” he says.

Yes,” you say. “Yes, I’m fine.”

He nods.

You look into his eyes, and you see the small room just outside the elevator. That room is inside him.

How about you?” you say.

His face flushes.

Have a nice day,” he says.

You, too.”

He starts to turn away, but then he doesn’t.

Do you come to the museum often?” he says.

I like the paintings,” you say. “I’m here several times a week. It’s a fine place.”

Yes,” he says. “It is. I’ve wanted this job for a long time.”

Why?”

I’m protecting something important. I watch the people moving through the rooms and looking at the paintings. I watch them walk into the paintings…”

You nod.

He strolls away.

You continue to walk through the museum.

There are many paintings. Many entrances.

How many people are living inside those paintings? How many ever get out?

Jon Rappoport

The author of two explosive collections, THE MATRIX REVEALED and EXIT FROM 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 emails at www.nomorefakenews.com