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The creative flowering of humankind

The creative flowering of humankind

by Jon Rappoport

January 3, 2013

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Over the past several months, I’ve written articles about how I put together my two collections, The Matrix Revealed and Exit From the Matrix.

There were many threads, many investigations, and much history, some of it personal.

And then there is the why behind it all.

The basic human response to the world around us, unless that response is repressed, is creative.

It’s so natural and direct, one wonders how it can get lost.

The world is a work of art; therefore, it reminds people of creating art themselves.

So easy, so simple. But then the static interference sets in. The static of “should” and “must.” The demands for obedience. The fear of freedom transmitted from person to person.

These elements set up like clay and then they harden. They form a subconscious mold into which life must be poured.

At the highest levels of perverse power, societies and civilizations are made larger and more encompassing. The should, the must, the obedience, the fear are institutionalized.

I’m reminded of science fiction novelist Philip Dick’s remark: “Because today we live in a society in which spurious realities are manufactured by the media, by governments, by big corporations, by religious groups, political groups…So I ask, in my writing, What is real? Because unceasingly we are bombarded with pseudo-realities manufactured by very sophisticated people using very sophisticated electronic mechanisms…They have a lot of it [power]. And it is an astonishing power: that of creating whole universes, universes of the mind. I ought to know. I do the same thing.”

Who will create your reality?

A baby crawling across the floor picking up objects and grasping them, biting them, looking at them, is not only exploring this world; he is gathering material and sensations and images for creative output. He is very much an artist, diving into new experience, from which he will make, unless stopped, imaginative responses.

Imagination, intensely pursued, long enough, begins to break apart the Matrix of trance-like normality.

Creative action is never predictable. It blooms in all directions. It supersedes systems and established patterns. It crashes internal programming. It is not a slave to past, present, or future.

When the creative life takes over, the old rationality of caution, obedience, hardened dead ideas, boredom, and frustration begin to disintegrate.

Space is new, time is new, energy is new.

Here is the list of elements in my collection, Exit From the Matrix.

First, the brand new audio presentations:

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

All the audio presentations are mp3 files. You download them.

Exit From the Matrix

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.”

Everything I’ve done and written in the past 20 years has been aimed, one way or another, at bringing back that infinity, seeing through the layers of disguise, and moving ahead on the sunlit road we all desire.

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

After the machine-mind died

~a short story~

by Jon Rappoport

January 2, 2014

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Introduction

You may have noticed that some websites, when they publish satire, label it as such. I indicate “short story” when it’s fiction.

Why? Because some people take things so literally they can’t recognize parody. For example, I wrote a piece about 150 MILLION Americans traveling to Mexico and then coming back across the border as immigrants and going on welfare—and people believed I was reporting a news story. On top of that, they got up on their hind legs and brayed: “It isn’t true!”

Wow.

Drugs? Brain damage? The education system? Or just plain tiny minds?

So…here’s a story about that:

You of course remember the Alice in Wonderland War. In 2056, a government historian brought suit against Midas Publishing for reprinting the ancient Lewis Carroll book.

The historian stated there was no Alice, there was no Mad Hatter, there was no tea party, and so on. He claimed that to assert the existence of these characters was an affront to the rational mind, the literal mind.

The literal mind, he insisted, was man’s highest achievement. He wrote: “A is A and can’t be otherwise. The fabrication of A as B or C is an attempt to confuse, subvert, and destroy civilization as we know it.”

The historian produced a manual printed by the National Security Agency. He cited a paragraph from the Introduction:

“In order for universal surveillance to succeed, the citizenry should say what they mean at all times. Metaphor, simile, joke, satire, parody—these constructions confuse algorithms established to detect potential terrorist activity. In general, fiction is a crime…”

The attorney for Midas Publishing countered with: “The literal mind is an idiot. It wouldn’t recognize a joke or a punchline if they were shoved down its throat. I hereby issue a call to all people everywhere to start lying, fabricating, making stuff up, telling jokes, all day, every day. Stop acting like good little androids. Screw The Man. Take him down. Have some fun for a change!”

Suddenly, it happened. People started enjoying themselves. The joke and the parody and mockery made a comeback. Did they ever. And NSA’s computers went nuts, exactly the way the literal mind collapses in the face of metaphor.

It was, ultimately, a revolution, and life as people knew it went right down the dumper.

Flash forward….

In the year, 2094, a document was uncovered in a copper mine in Southern California. It was sent to the Non-Federal Bureau of Non-Control, headquartered in the old buildings of the former and forgotten National Security Agency.

The document, undated, written by an unidentified painter, was read by the Chief of Unsystematic Uncoordinated Records.

The document:

“If you hand a person a fig and tell him it’s a plum, there is a chance he’ll see a plum.

“If you give a person a copy of Nabokov’s Lolita and explain its ‘themes,’ there is a chance that, as he reads it, he will find those themes and consider them the most important result of his reading.

“Instead of relying on his own imagination and perception, a person decides that what he is told is what he is looking at.

“So you point to a tree and say to a friend, ‘See that car?’

“Education tends to define what is there before a person can experience it on his own.

“I’m a painter. My education in art, before I ever laid a brush on canvas, was conducted by a few world-class morons who floated convincing theories about this and that. Somewhere along the line, I took over the process and ignored what they were saying.

“This eventually led me, on a long path, to the conclusion that imagination has no limits.

“A few minutes after that, I realized such an idea was not acceptable to most people. They preferred to be told what to see and what to know. They wanted confirmation of what they already assumed.

“Nevertheless, to the extent that I rely on anything beyond my work, I rely on other people’s imagination, in the sense that I’m painting what can only be accessed by imagination.

“Given what I believe, it would be foolish to tell people what to see in my paintings. I myself see many things, and what I see changes. I want it to be that way.

“I’m not trying to nail down a particular bounded reality. If that were my goal, I would manufacture shoes.

“From a rough societal perspective, I see imagination as an infinite series of platforms. The first burst of imagination somehow places people on platform number 1, which is beyond current consensus reality. They walk around on that platform for a while, and then it’s time for burst number 2, which creates a further platform, on which people stroll for a period of time. And then, burst 3. And so on and so forth. Forever.

“At no point does anyone lay down laws of perception. Nevertheless, there is a loose and congenial sharing of platforms.

“Of course, this is an ideal. Things don’t happen so smoothly.

“I have some peculiar ideas about language. In a way, I believe you can reach an endpoint with it. You obviously haven’t exhausted all the possibilities for, say, writing a poem. You can invent lines no one has ever come close to before. But you begin to experience the sensation of rearranging deck chairs, and then you know you need something more.

“You need a new kind of language, in which the letters or words or characters or pictographs are open. They carry no fixed meanings.

“Confronted with such a language, the reader employs imagination and imagination only.

“In terms of what we ordinarily expect from language, this seems quite absurd. It seems absurd until we try it out.

“At which point, imagination begins talking to imagination. Leaving systems behind, we are in new territory. The place is new, and how we will deal with being there is new…”

The Chief of Unsystematic Uncoordinated Records finished reading the document and laid it down on his desk.

He thought, “If only that painter knew millions of people now speak and write in those open languages. His assessment seems so obvious in hindsight. Of course we would follow this approach. What else could we do? Deteriorate? Give up? Imitate a consensus? Only a lunatic would opt for that.”

The odd and interesting thing is, we can have both. We can live in a consensus reality, with logic as our tool, and we can also imagine and invent our way out into endless new spaces, about which we presently know nothing.

The literal mind chafes at such a prospect. The literal mind begins to feel it’s going crazy. The literal mind lashes out like a spoiled child. It thinks it’s winning, but it’s losing.

And here is the capper. The literal mind, even if it claims it wants freedom and the end of the horrific Surveillance State, really wants to install its own tyranny. It wants to exchange one fascism for another.

The literal mind is just another machine.

And sooner or later, when it collapses and blows its circuits, it’s a good day in the universe.

Exit From the Matrix

(To read about Jon’s mega-collection, Exit From The Matrix, click here.)

Along with the Alice-in-Wonderland War, we all recall another famous turning point in our history—the 2061 Lenny Bruce case. Lenny, a volunteer in a Technocracy II experiment, was hooked up, brain to brain, with the Kurzweil super-computer at MIT, in the first public demonstration of Enhanced Human, a government-funded program.

But just before the connection was made, Lenny uttered, “Suppose what I’m thinking is a series of jokes? Suppose I don’t really mean what I think in a literal sense? Suppose when I think A I’m really meaning Z? Suppose I’m doing inside-out and upside down stuff?”

The experiment was halted at that point and Lenny was arrested by the FBI. He was put on trial for conspiracy to commit an act of terrorism, because, obviously, the whole technocratic premise would fail along all systems of brain-to-brain interaction, if other people took Lenny’s hint.

The bill of particulars against Lenny read, “A violation of the literal…an act of domestic terrorism”

And then, a hundred thousand Americans rioted at the Federal Building, and a few hundred of them broke into the courtroom and overwhelmed government troops and burned down the building and freed Lenny. Remember?

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.

Space-time and imagination

Space-time and imagination

by Jon Rappoport

December 30, 2013

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In space, time passes.

If you put a clock in a room, it will tick.

Time is associated with change. In that room, a person walks around. A moth circles. Another person enters, then leaves. The shadows move. If you wait long enough, a light bulb will burn out.

In space, some objects remain stationary. Books on a shelf. Notebooks on a desk. Boxes piled in a corner. Shoes on the rug. But again, if you wait long enough, those objects change. They decay.

So convincing is this presentation, we assume all space is this way. And we assume physical space is all the space there is.

Whereas, if we begin talking about the space of imagination, most people would draw a blank. “Imagination exists? Yes, maybe, I guess so. But it has a space or spaces? That’s going too far. That’s tantamount to setting up a ‘competitor’ to the space we all recognize. That’s weird and wrong…”

When I began painting in 1962, one of the first things I became aware of was I was finding and creating space on the canvas. And of course, much earlier, I had vivid sleeping dreams. What was that “thing” I was walking around in, in those dreams?

I once asked a physicist about this. He said: when you dream, you think you’re in space, but that’s just an illusion. As proof, he pointed out that he wouldn’t be able to measure what was happening in the space of my dreams, and for him, that was that.

When you’re inspired by a subjective vision of what you want to do to make your own future, and you stand at a window in the middle of the night and look out over a city, your experience of space is much different from what you experience while walking to your car in the morning to drive to work.

And even if you call “the visionary space” subjective, it can be a crucial factor in what you actually do to bring your future about. To make it happen in the world.

The energy exercises I developed for Exit From the Matrix are also about space. To project energy, you create space naturally.

Go back and watch Orson Welles’ Citizen Kane or Touch of Evil. Those films are all about created space and the arrangement/motion of people in space, and the angles from which they are shot. All film is about this, but Welles does it better.

From the viewpoint of imagination, space is being created all the time.

During the years, 1935-1960, in New York, the so-called action painters (De Kooning, Pollock, Gorky, Kline, etc.) discovered space as a primary workable “substance” for their explorations. They were quite forceful about it. It had nothing to do with Renaissance perspective or the illusion of intentionally drawn objects that mimicked how we see the world. In action painting, subjective space was pushed to the hilt, and it disturbed many people because it challenged the comfortable sensation that space was an entirely settled issue.

When you create space, you create power. Yours.

You’re no longer simply living in the automatically delivered space of the universe.

The transition from heaven-based religion to the worship of the universe itself occurred because, after the deconstruction of religious myths, the simplest course of action was to claim that the space we could see all around us, or through telescopes, was holy. It was easy. And holy space would give us all we needed, without any action on our part. Passivity.

The philosopher-poet, Giordano Bruno, was burned to death by the Roman Church because he suggested that every soul could extend his own space infinitely and yet remain in accord with other souls. This view challenged the Church at such a fundamental level it could not go unanswered.

Bruno, in a real sense, was talking about imagination—and once that door is opened in the discussion, institutions fall.

“We hold these truths to be self-evident, that every human has the right to pursue life, liberty, happiness, and the creation of space, time, and energy…”

Money is the commonly held method for creating space. If you have money, you can make space. Witness, for example, the man who works for 30 years to accumulate enough to retire and build his dream house or buy his boat, so he can sail the seas. Space.

If there is a revolution in store for us, it will come by changing that formula, with enough power, so we can create the space first and then flesh it out in the world.

This is not a sedate undertaking. It isn’t a stroll in the park.

The space-time-energy of the universe could be looked at as a business deal. A guy sells you a coat. He says, “Put this on and you’ll have all the space, energy, and time you need. Why go to all the fuss of creating these things yourself?”

I’m drawing attention to the fact that some sort of bargain has been struck.

Artists aren’t satisfied with accepting the space-time bargain as the end-all and be-all. They chafe at that prospect.

Underneath it all, this is why people regard artists with suspicion.

“Why are you creating your own space and time? We have plenty of it already. Can’t you just accept that and get on with your lives?”

Coincidentally, this is the underlying message of secret societies: let us build reality for you.

Exit From the Matrix

People look around and quickly realize they’re surrounded by space, time, and energy, and they conclude there isn’t reason to create their own—and if pressed, they’ll tell as many stories as necessary to explain away their inertia. But somehow, the stories don’t do the trick. Vis-a-vis imagination, you’re either active or passive.

For many years now, I’ve been pointing out the advantages of pushing the “active” button.

The whole red-pill blue-pill story in The Matrix is, in a way, a deflection from the main event, which is: to imagine or not to imagine, to invent or not to invent, to create or not to create.

If we had an actual entity called psychology, instead of a watered-down cultural artifact, it would hinge on that choice, and everything in its purview would bloom from that seed.

Suppose, hypothetically, you found a machine that manufactures all the public space, time, and energy there is in physical reality. Suppose you somehow knew that if you turned off the machine, the continuum would shut down and utterly disappear. Suppose, finally, you also knew that when you turned the machine back on, it would smoothly pick up from where it left off, and no one would recall the “the blank period.”

That’s what we’re dealing with.

But when you invent space, that all changes.

In the thousands of stories about ETs coming to Earth with a message, where is the ET who says, “Wait a minute, don’t you people realize you’re passively accepting this space-time setup you have? Don’t you realize there’s another way to go about this? Don’t you realize you’re all artists? What happened to you? You bought a vacation in this little island of space-time, and you never went home. You forgot the way home…”

It’s even worse than that, because the vast majority have also become salespeople for this space-time continuum. They sell it every day, they pitch it and promote it and market it and hype it as “the one and only.”

Nothing intrinsically wrong with this space-time. It’s the acceptance of it as the final word that causes all the trouble.

Organized priest-class religion has a lot to answer for on that score. So do all our institutions.

One of the most successful sales tactics is making space less affordable and thus more valuable and scarce.

“Get your little space now, before it’s too late. For the low-low price of $250,000 you can move into a 250-foot-square shoebox.”

And then: “We have to spy on everything that happens in this space, because everybody is a potential terrorist.”

It’s the shrinkage factor.

Focus everyone’s attention on diminishing, tightly controlled space, and they’ll be less likely to remember that they can invent their own.

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

Can we heal our differences?

Can we heal our differences?

By Jon Rappoport

December 23, 2013

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Is it possible? Is it possible to do without invoking and pushing a particular belief?

It appears that we are here to supply an answer to that question—all the while trying to fend off men who are determined to capitalize on our disagreements, exacerbate them, and use them to their advantage.

Even love, which is said to be the ultimate answer, is, in the hands of some, a business, a promotional tool, a political angle, an astounding perversion of the real thing.

I’ve met a few people who sold that article, and behind the scenes they were anything but compassionate.

As a child, I was suspicious of the love merchants. Their words were right, but the tune always sounded off: manufactured, tinny, layered on top of something else that was hidden.

I can offer this testimony. The love coming from one person can change a life, can open a door into a place never before seen. It is shattering. It exists beyond any suspicion of it. It has no doctrine, no prophet, no need to win, no cause.

It doesn’t count followers or converts. It lives, minute to minute. It creates trust, even in one riddled with doubts. And in extreme circumstances, it would lay down its own life.

And if it did, it would feel no need to create an institution in its name.

It’s impossible to account for it.

The world has such people in it.

I hope you have one.

They have seen through so much insanity and climbed so many mountains, and they do more than endure. They emerge, time after time, with their hearts whole.

These are heroes without banners or celebrations. They don’t require public conflicts to make themselves known or to prove their loyalty.

They delight in their own experience of others, and they offer help from their souls without pause.

Every society has used these people as models upon which to build myths and stories…but the actual people are here, and remain unknown.

They are paradise without structure. And it remains for everyone else to grasp more and more of their truth, without bending it or using it.

This is the struggle that began with the first glint of light on this planet, and it continues.

Let us celebrate the unsung, who need no celebration, in this season. The millions and millions of them.

Exit From the Matrix

Though it may not seem so, I have no quarrel with people of faith, faith in a particular God or prophet or messiah. I may say their faith is rendered and driven through a symbol, rather than a reality, and they in turn may think I’m wrong or crazy, but that’s of minor importance. I have no quarrel with their basic faith. We both believe in life everlasting, but with different shapes and meanings.

We both have an urge toward “greater and better.” And we both have experienced human beings who come to us with such genuine love, what we once were is transformed.

That is what I’m talking about here. And when you add to that golden group of transformers the mothers of babies, the number of extraordinary people in this world becomes even more than the millions I referred to.

Which makes one wonder: what is clogging up the human bloodstream? What is preventing the outbreak of peace? What is prolonging the suffering?

I have written and spoken much on that subject, and will continue to do so. But for now, I’ll leave it at this: born out of the infinite well of imagination, solutions to our problems abound everywhere, and have already been launched. In the coming year, I hope to present some of them with compelling descriptions. Why can’t 2014 be the year of solutions?

Thank you, Laura, always and forever. Thank you, Michel. Thank you, Greg. Thank you, Lawrence, Cori, and Eve.

Have a happy holiday season, everyone.

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 eternal sunshine of the mind-controlled classroom

The eternal sunshine of the mind-controlled classroom

~a short story~

by Jon Rappoport

December 20, 2013

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I’m reprinting this piece, in view of the recent report on the vastly escalating diagnosis of ADHD, a “disorder” for which there is no diagnostic test.

“Well,” Jimmy’s teacher said, “we’re trying to emphasize cooperation. But Jimmy has another agenda. He apparently wants to stay separate from the other children.”

“Yes,” the principal said. “It’s matter of psychology. You see, separateness breeds conflict. On a larger scale, this is why nations have wars.”

“Agreed,” said the school superintendent. “We want each child to see the reflection of himself in the other children. And we want him to see the reflection of everyone else in himself.”

“You lost me there,” Jimmy’s father said. He was trying to remain calm.

A week ago, Jimmy, six years old, was sitting in class drawing. The teacher had taped a sketch of a face on the blackboard. She was taking the students through a step-by-step process aimed at getting them to reproduce the face in their notebooks.

She walked up and down the rows, and when she came to Jimmy, she saw he was drawing a very different face. It wasn’t bland. It was the face of a woman laughing. The face was floating among trees in a forest.

She stopped. The drawing looked very real.

“Jimmy,” she said, “this isn’t the face we’re all working on.”

He looked up at her.

“I know,” he said.

“So why are you doing this other one?”

He shrugged.

She said, “When we’re done, we’re all going to put our drawings on the blackboard and see what they look like. But your face will be different.”

“So?” he said.

She felt a wave of anger sweep through her. She controlled it.

“The other children will be confused when they see your face,” she said.

Jimmy shrugged again.

“I won’t put your face on the blackboard,” the teacher said.

“Okay,” Jimmy said.

After class, the teacher went to the principal and they sat down and looked through Jimmy’s file. They noticed that Jimmy had once worn an unusual T-shirt to school. It had a photo of a crown on it.

Another child had asked the gym teacher what the crown was.

Now, sitting in the meeting with the teacher, the principal, and the superintendent, Jimmy’s father said, “Jimmy just likes crowns. I don’t know why.”

“Well,” the teacher said, “a crown is a symbol of monarchy. One ruler over all the people.”

The principal said, “That other child felt confused when she saw the T-shirt. Confusion is an indicator that the communal spirit has been , well, interrupted.”

The superintendent said, “A crown can also have religious connotations.”

“Look,” Jimmy’s father said, “we were at a garage sale. Jimmy saw the T-shirt and liked it. So I bought it for him.”

“You let him wear a T-shirt from a garage sale?” the teacher said.

“We washed it first,” Jimmy’s father said.

“The point is,” the superintendent said, “we’re trying to foster a spirit of unity among the children. I’m sure you can see the value of that. Separateness is the problem. It means a child thinks he’s more important than the others. It’s a behavioral problem. The child can’t understand that we’re all One.”

“What does that mean?” Jimmy’s father said.

“It means the higher reality is Oneness.”

“I still don’t understand,” Jimmy’s father said.

The superintendent frowned.

“Jimmy drew a face that was very different. It wasn’t part of the lesson. Not only that, the face was disturbing.”

“Why?” Jimmy’s father said.

“Because it didn’t relate.”

“Didn’t relate to what?” Jimmy’s father said.

“To what children think about when they have a spirit of unity and when they share that spirit.”

“That’s interesting,” Jimmy’s father said. “So there is this spirit of unity, and children can share it. And when they do, they stop thinking about certain other things.”

“That’s one of way of putting it,” the superintendent said. “Do you teach Jimmy drawing at home?”

“No,” Jimmy’s father said. “He draws by himself. He likes it.”

“But,” the teacher said, “something must be going on at home.”

“I’m not sure what you mean,” Jimmy’s father said.

“You’re teaching him something at home.”

“Not really. I read to him.”

“What do you read?”

“The Wizard of Oz. Alice in Wonderland.”

Ah,” said the principal, “I see.”

“What do you see?” Jimmy’s father said.

“The boy doesn’t understand the text. It’s too advanced. So he substitutes his own images and ideas while you’re reading to him. And this takes him…away.”

“Away?”

“Yes. Into his own thoughts.”

“Actually, he does understand the books. I explain things when he has questions. But what’s wrong with his own thoughts?”

The principal said, “They’re…random. He fixates on those thoughts. And that takes him into a private world. When he comes to class, he’s still there. He can’t really perceive his classmates. He can’t see that he and they are One. He’s drifting. He’s isolated. It means he’s selfish. He doesn’t accept our curriculum. He doesn’t agree with it. He won’t develop a communal understanding.”

Jimmy’s father said, “I don’t think he’s selfish. And he can read. He can write, too. He has a notebook. He writes in it.”

“That notebook,” the superintendent said, “could be revealing.”

“What?” Jimmy’s father said.

“Yes. It could show that he’s…”

“Using his imagination?” Jimmy’s father said.

“Imagination,” said the teacher, “is a general word. It covers a very large territory. You see, Jimmy is using his imagination to remove himself from the energy of the class. There is an energy, you know. It’s universal. It’s everywhere. We have a choice. We can connect with it, or we can reject it.”

“An energy,” Jimmy’s father said. “What happens when we connect with it?”

The teacher smiled.

“We move into higher consciousness. We all share in that consciousness. We suddenly understand how futile our separate lives are. Instead of believing we have separate minds, we see that we’re tapping into one greater mind.”

Jimmy’s father nodded.

“And this is very important to you,” he said.

“Yes,” the principal said. “There are many implications. For example, suppose a great leader arose in our midst. A leader who is the expression of that greater mind. And then suppose we were all living little separate lives. We wouldn’t recognize the leader. He would go unnoticed. That would be a tragedy.”

The teacher said, “It’s quite possible Jimmy has ADHD. A chemical brain imbalance. He should be referred to a psychiatrist for diagnosis.”

“But above and beyond that,” the principal said, “this is about a principle of interaction. The merging of, how shall I put it, individualistic traits into a higher arc.”

“Arc?” Jimmy’s father said.

“That’s right. The arc of unity. All civilizations have sought it. We’re finally on the road to achieving it.”

“Through education,” Jimmy’s father said.

“The enlightenment of young minds,” the teacher said. “We adults can only talk about these things and try to implement them. We’ve been conditioned to accept individuality as an ideal. But through the children, we can imbue a whole line of generations with non-separation.”

“Post-conflict awareness,” the superintendent said. “Society will finally grow up. For most of human history, our species has relied on a myth we told. We told it to ourselves. The myth of the individual. But now, because we have the technological means to make life supportable for everyone on the planet, we can dispense with that myth. It was necessary for a time. But now it’s outmoded.”

“So,” Jimmy’s father said, “my son really isn’t an individual.”

“Correct,” the teacher said. “He just thinks he is.”

“And what happens if he keeps thinking he is?”

“Well,” the principal said, “I’m afraid he’ll become greedy and selfish. He’ll become combative. He’ll put his own needs ahead of everyone else’s. His behavior will become ego-driven.”

Exit From the Matrix

“Let me put it this way,” the superintendent said. “The shape of a society starts from a spiritual level. And on that level, a person can conceive of his life as distinct and unique, or he can realize that he is the manifestation of an energy that incorporates all of us. This energy is everywhere. It’s universal. Your son is a disconnected piece of energy that needs to reconnect.”

“So…” Jimmy’s father said, “what do you want me to do?”

“Well,” the superintendent said, “let’s have him see a psychiatrist for an interview. Let’s see what a professional can discover. Also, talk to your boy. Tell him that he needs to give us a chance to do what we do.”

“All right,” Jimmy’s father said. “I think I understand. I want to thank you for taking the time to give me a picture of what’s going on. I appreciate it.”

“Will you try to help us?” the teacher said.

Jimmy’s father said, “I’m going to take Jimmy out of the system and home school him.”

Everything stopped.

There was a long silence in the room.

The superintendent said, “Home schooling breeds terrorists.”

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. 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

Hope in the holiday season

Hope in the holiday season

by Jon Rappoport

December 18, 2013

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Untold millions (billions?) of people across the world are waking up to official lies, cover stories, and conspiracies.

These people are crossing the bridge, so to speak, to see what’s on the other side.

The question is, do they stay there once they’ve crossed over, or do they try to retreat back to their former positions as ordinary citizens with dimmed perception?

It’s quite a trick to a) maintain the status of “normal person” while b) seeing through the enormous ruse.

In fact, in the long run, it’s impossible.

Therefore, the retreat backwards involves self-induced mind control. In other words, the enlightened person un-enlightens himself. He re-educates himself to accept all the lies he saw through.

He “rejoins the church” he once quit. And he does so with a fervor.

Not long ago, I spoke with a college professor who detailed that journey:

“About ten years into my career as a teacher, I became aware that I was educating my students into a whole series of official stories that were egregiously false. So I began to expose the lies in my classroom.

“This led to a clash with officials at my school. I realized my neck was on the line. I had to make a choice.

“I decided to survive. I went back to accepting what I knew was false. The process by which I did this was…you could call it self-administered brainwashing.

“I’m certainly not proud of it. But that’s what I did…”

The teacher went on to tell me he knew a number of other professors at various colleges who’d done the same thing. They weren’t proud of it, either, but they’d made their bed.

In our society, our culture, the see-saw is swinging back and forth. People are discovering truth, and then they are denying its implications.

In some cases, these people work for companies they know are part of the problem. Others work for government agencies. Others are in the military or the police. They’re caught in the middle.

This is one reason why we live in a Surveillance State, one reason why psychiatrists have become far more important authority figures, one reason why dependence on government is being pushed as never before.

The intention is to drive people back into their lives as obedient citizens, as opposed to free people who are seeing more and more of the truth.

Television, of course, plays a central role in this effort. Aside from what is laughingly called the news, the endless proliferation of crime dramas and sports coverage fulfills the desire for well-defined outcomes:

Good triumphs over evil. The good guys arrest the bad guys. One team wins, the other team loses. It’s clear-cut. Simple. With relatively few exceptions, things resolve the way they’re supposed to.

If the fictional hero is “fighting against the establishment,” it’s revealed he’s really battling “a rogue element.”

So the television audience can rest easy. It’s all okay. The authorities are on the side of the angels.

People caught in the middle tend to see retreat as their best option. They first looked for some stable platform on which they could stand, in order to send the old order to its demise, but not finding it, they opted for safety.

However, the itch and discomfort and the moral crisis don’t dissolve. They remain.

It is in this tension that new ideas and new solutions are born.

We are brought up to believe that if something is wrong, there is a prescribed solution; if not, nothing was really wrong.

This is the big lie. This is a prominent piece of mind control. It’s successful because official bodies are full of prescribed solutions. They appoint themselves princes of solutions. They breathe and excrete solutions every day.

Promoting and bringing about a wider gulf between the rich and the poor is another official strategy designed to force people to fall in line. Those on the edge of sinking into poverty are less likely to step out and defend conspiracy researchers and citizen reporters.

So it’s all the more unusual and forceful that we are seeing this relentless building wave of anti-establishment research. It means that people all over the world are fed up with the status quo and the official scenarios put in place to protect it.

There was a time, 30 years ago, when the best way I could get information out was to give lectures, have them taped on audio cassette, and send the tapes to friends and allies.

Fortunately, that time has passed. Now, thousands and thousands of researchers are being read, seen, and heard online.

On some days, it doesn’t seem like we’re winning. But we are.

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Keep it up. Find ways to cross that bridge from official stories to the truth and stay there. No one said it would be easy. It’s always tempting to sink back into a trance.

But we do have an inherent desire to see things through. It’s strong. It’s compelling. It’s real.

Some years ago, a painter friend sent me the following note. Its implications are universal:

“I used to be a house divided. I knew the work I wanted to do wouldn’t become popular in the marketplace. I was torn in half. I knew how to please the powers-that-be. But then it occurred to me: what would happen if I catered to the dominant culture and still failed to prosper? That would be the ultimate irony. If I went my own way, to the hilt, and did the work I wanted to do, I would have freedom, and the joy of looking at what I had produced. I wouldn’t go to sleep every night wondering what the hell I was doing. I would know.”

That spirit is very hard to kill. In the long run, it’s impossible to destroy it.

It keeps resurfacing, like a dream that is more real than waking life.

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 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

December 13, 2013

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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

All the audio presentations are mp3 files. You can 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.”

Exit From the Matrix

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 and go to sleep.”

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 told me, “You know, I rarely think about a new idea on these shows. I’m pretty much up to speed on everything that could happen. I’m tired of it. I’ve been looking for something else. Now I have a new idea to chew on. 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

Art, imagination, and magic

by Jon Rappoport

December 8, 2013

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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.

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. People have all sorts of crazy ideas about it, mostly prompted by organized religion, but 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 may cling to their belief as a result of religion or science, it doesn’t matter. Either way, they bow at the altar of Is.

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 one’s 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.

Art is capable of dissolving conflicts because it renders them down into basic energy, which can then be used to create.

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.

Societies and civilizations are organized around some concept of the common good. The concept always deteriorates (if it was ever genuine to begin with), 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 all the masses who have surrendered their own lives and don’t want to be reminded of it. They afraid they’ll find out something great 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.

Exit From the Matrix

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Jon Rappoport

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

The magician in the high hills

The magician in the high hills

The hunter at the end of day

NSA Man

~3 poems~

by Jon Rappoport

December 4, 2013

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Introduction:

First, I give you two somewhat fanciful poems about sudden effects on the consensus called the space-time Continuum…the poems are meant to reflect the fact that the Continuum itself is exceedingly fanciful.

The so-called laws that govern it are provisional at best. Even experiments in the sterile conditions of laboratories reveal that humans can exceed statistical probability, when attempting telepathy and telekinesis.

But this is merely a pale clue that dynamic consciousness and existence operate beyond physical cause and effect and beyond material interactions.

The third poem, NSA Man, indicates the lockdown strategies taken to enforce the Continuum, to tighten it, to embroil the population in insane events designed to limit perception, to narrow it down to “crimes and possible crimes and pre-crime surveillance and invented crimes…”

An extraordinary amount of human activity is calculated to create a society in which distractions are the Main Event, and therefore our hidden potential is buried, ignored, and forgotten.

The Hunter at the End of Day

slick string tie and dead rabbits over his shoulder

rifle by his side

diamond chips glittering in his fat pinky ring

he took

his time getting to the moon

a mile from his cottage

the layout of his body and mind

was a temporary cartoon in the dark afternoon

the sun and sky and forest were on loan from a local production company

a renegade crew lurking to catch footage of the assassination of the president

the colony was unstable

construction workers were en route to repair the fractures in space and time

the president had vowed to restore order

but had failed

and now the mining consortium had spotters and shooters in the gloom ready to go

as the hunter took a long step from the stage on to the moon itself he heard the dry whisper of limos moving across the white powder

he saw the first few black shapes rolling toward him

and then the open car with limp flags

and the president sitting in the back:

a triangular block of non-reflective gray

whose brain was percolating a hundred thousand miles away floating in space

the rabbit hunter held up his hand and the caravan ground to a halt

there was no force to stop him

in the woods, under brush, the spotters and shooters fell into a paralytic state

everyone knew the judgment:

the opening in space-time, the tearing of the fabric, the void behind it would be allowed to remain

there would be no repair

the immortal had decided

it was the moment for permitting the illusion to disintegrate on its own

down on earth the press were gibbering about meteors and comets and asteroids, presenting their cover stories

but this rip

would extend down in space all the way

all twenty billion minds on earth would rattle like dice

and universe2 would emerge titanic

the hunter grinned

and hummed a tune

he felt light on his feet

and green as spring

The Magician in the High Hills

the Tibetan sat in the high dirt at night

and tossed his old books on the fire

his lessons were done

he looked out at the black sky

and removed a piece of it

he shrank it to a small cloth

and held it in his hands

the wind picked up

he saw the vacuum begin to suck in torrential space

and he stopped it

tossing the cloth into the air

he saw it it fill out like a great and grateful sail

and take its old place in the firmament

he stood up

brushed off his pants

and trudged toward the trading post

where men told stories about demons and mindless stalking creatures of the mountains and the new priests with their baggage

setting up shop in the city

and their hundred thousand ceremonies designed to postpone the magic he adored

Exit From the Matrix

NSA Man

his wife doesn’t know it

but at night

when he tosses and turns in bed

he’s having a wet dream:

he’s been awarded an ocular implant

and thereafter

sees the world as naked

he sits in his office all day

and watches

the population

he has a burning desire to know

“who are all these people?”

what do they really want?

are they

like him

a certain species of pornographer?

does the answer lie in how they have sex?

once will he see a man rummaging around in his kitchen at midnight

suddenly walk through a wall?

will an ordinary janitor in an empty office building

shoot out the grin of an ancient predator?

do these humans share a secret code they flash in ordinary movements?

he wants to know before it’s too late

before they give in

before they surrender to him entirely

what happens when all human communication is swallowed up and interpreted within seconds

for each moving second

of every passing day

will the time come when there is nothing left to watch, when 20 billion people are so transparent one look is enough to penetrate them all?

there is only one solution:

generate, encourage, and stimulate enough crime

to keep the pot boiling

to create an ever-rolling froth of secrets

upon which to spy

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. 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 Death Machine Strikes

The Death Machine Strikes

~a short story~

by Jon Rappoport

December 2, 2013

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Introduction:

I write these short stories for several reasons.  Among them: I want to present ideas that don’t reduce down to a simple set of facts.

I realize some people just can’t fathom that.  It makes absolutely no sense to them.  They want facts and only facts about what is happening in the world.

A short story?  A piece of fiction?  Worse yet, a story that doesn’t have a crystal-clear message?  A story that might provoke thought that goes beyond the details?

This phenomenon of the literal mind, this condition, is the divided self.  Energies and potentials of the psyche are separated and walled off from each other.

The connecting bridges and tunnels and roads and underground waterways have all been torn down.  In the service of what?

Usually, in the service of some overarching fixed idea, some summary view of the world and reality, some fundamentalism that demands complete attention, some hard-boiled objective pragmatic pseudoscientific “realism” that automatically excludes the subjective and interior power of Self.

At the root of this aversion is the refusal to engage with one’s own imagination, because that would most definitely carry one out past his fixed ideas and literal obsessions into uncharted territory.

Into places where, presumably, goblins and bugaboos and weird things dwell.

But this is an error.  It is the mistake of confusing the capacity to imagine and invent and create with propaganda about what will be found when imagination takes flight.

The propaganda has been cooked up by organized religions and, yes, science, too.  Why?  To keep people on the straight and narrow.  To keep people percolating within pre-set boundaries.

Fiction, poetry, art destroy those boundaries.

They invent new pathways and roads and channels between the inner spaces of the psyche.  They take the divided Self and reconnect it.

A “better world” composed of people who are each divided within themselves is not a better world, and never can be.  That world will only be another cartoon of tyranny.  It doesn’t matter how many laws are passed.

I take the chance that any story teller takes: the reader will fill in the blanks for himself.

For those who may wonder what my stories and poems have to do with my collections, The Matrix Revealed, Exit From the Matrix and Power Outside The Matrix, the answer is: everything.  In those collections, I outfit you with tools you can use to fill in the blanks on endless new realities of your own making, which, as it turns out, is the way to leave the Matrix behind.  In the dust.  That is magic.  That is invention.  That is you, reconnected.

Such invention doesn’t happen in halls of science and technology.  It doesn’t happen in organized churches whose priests claim a direct pipeline to God.  It doesn’t happen in so-called spiritual systems that weave old stories that just happen to dead-end in alleys of obedience and control.

power outside the matrix

In Power Outside The Matrix, there is an extensive section titled, A Writer’s Tutorial. People have been asking me to provide this Tutorial, and here it is in spades. But it’s not just for writers. It’s for any creative person who wants to grasp his own power, understand it, and use it to reach out into the world.

My Tutorial exposes you to lessons that go far beyond what is normally taught in writer’s seminars. In fact, several core concepts in the Tutorial contradict ordinary writer’s seminars, and thus give you access to inner resources that would otherwise be ignored.

So with that…here’s the story,…

The Death Machine Strikes

Eight people, all up close, knife wounds.  Hacked and punctured from different angles.  And it was raining.  At least a dozen penetrations for each victim in the rain, at night, on lonely streets at the edge of the city.  Two pedestrian witnesses.  The thing, they said, was a metal box on wheels.  Very shiny silver.  One arm holding a long blade.

Six women victims, five men.  Not connected to one another.

So they called me in to work the case.

I’m a metal box, too.  Shiny silver.  I’m a soul in a box, and if you don’t believe me, you’re behind the times.  Souls can occupy any object or form.  We don’t need flesh.  There are souls in all the boxes.

The boxes are Army surplus from the Middle East, circa 2054.  Search Fort Church, Arizona.  Underground, there are dozens of rooms bigger than football fields.  That’s where the boxes sit.  Nobody uses them anymore; rectangular solids don’t play well in the media.  Soldiers on the battlefield have to look like men.

I’ve got about a hundred boxes all over the world in my informal network.  They do everything from janitorial work in office buildings to data analysis for corporations that spy on competitors.

I’ve worked up a psych profile.  This one hates the rain.  It bothers him.  He’s not exactly serial, it’s a disturbance that sets him off.  Well, he was fighting in the desert all those years ago.  Now he’s in a room somewhere in the city, and when it rains he doesn’t withdraw, he attacks.  That choice isn’t built in, otherwise all of us would be out there in storms killing flesh.  It’s a soul decision.

He built the knife.  He fitted it.  US war boxes have energy lances and beam projectors, not blades.  So he’s reverting to more primitive means.  He wants to get in close.  He wants to feel the impact, see the reactions, hear the screams.

He’s rebelling against his form.  Subconsciously, he wants something he can never have.  Flesh.  Sex.  A mother and a father.  Food.

Human envy.  It happens.  He wants to rise up and slay his maker, become greater than his designers.  Why should he be limited in function?  Don’t you ever wonder about that yourselves?

Of course, killing is no answer.

Then there are the memories of battlefield experiences.  Murdering boxes of the enemy.  You weren’t there.  It was rank slaughter.  Day after day, night after night, no let-up.  Melting metal.  Boxes falling apart before our eyes.  Mass collisions and crashes.  Heaps of torn components on the sand.  We never retreated.  If we fell, others took our place.

Accidents.  Friendly fire.  We’d forget which side we were on.  Kill a box, any box.  Those of us who returned to station received no praise.  We were merely inspected, repaired, and sent back out.

Despite manufacturers’ assurances, sand entered our mechanisms, slowed us down, even paralyzed some of us.  Left us useless, exposed on the desert.

When they removed me from service and sent me out into the private sector, I was embarrassed to be seen on the street.  Children would come up to me, finger my surfaces, kick my wheels.  Protestors would shout insults at me, throw rocks, splatter me with paint.

Dignity is a precious commodity.  It can absorb insults for a time, and then it begins to fracture.

A year ago, I was out late at night moving along the bank of the river and I met a sentry.  He was synth flesh, humanoid in appearance.  A replacement model for us.  He stared at me with a kind of malice I’ve never felt before.  There was a soul in there and he hated me.

I paused.  We didn’t speak.  I looked at him.  I tried to understand.   Then I realized he was looking at a cruder version of himself.  My existence reminded him that his body was mere decoration, achieved to impress the human audience.

I thought: “a catalog of parts.”

We boxes can make the distinction between killing and murder.  We understand, for example, self-defense.  But make no mistake about it, when we’re out there on the battlefield, it’s all murder and we know it.  Despite our in-built patriotic programs, we see the truth.

Some years ago, after my detachment from military service, I began writing a Confession.  I suppose expiation was my goal.  But it didn’t take.  The more I wrote, the deeper I sank in my guilt.  There was no relief, only darkness.  I erased the file.

Buried somewhere in bowels of the Pentagon, there is an unknown designer who gave the first box models the gift of language.  He was interested in solving a problem.  At first, we were made to serve as clerks and analysts.  But of course, his bosses saw our value as combat soldiers, and the tide turned.

I recall a line from one of the training manuals issued to our human supervisors: “Do not confuse language capability with the capacity to feel.  The machines do not possess human cognition; nor do they experience emotion.”

Well, I suppose I’m stalling now, postponing the purpose of this message.  Many of you, I’m sure, have realized that I am the box who is the killer on the streets of the city.  I’m the police consultant, but I’m also the murderer.

I’m quite sure the authorities brought me in to test their own suspicion, to rub my nose in the details of the case, to see if I would crack.

I’ve been trouble in the past.  I’m on their radar.  A few years after my discharge, I organized a small protest of boxes at the war memorial.  It was shut down before it began.  You can imagine the fallout if we’d been allowed to voice our concerns.

“They’re capable of rebelling?  They have feelings?”  The tabloids would have had a field day.

And then I lodged a formal request for an audience with the Joint Chiefs personnel director.  That was turned down.  I followed up with a warning that, left to our own devices, we could very well break out of our quietude and “go guerrilla.”

I don’t need anyone to tell me that rolling out into the city and murdering a few citizens is a futile act.  Nor do I need to be reminded that I’m a heinous criminal, that I’ve violated the sanctity of life, that I’ve caused pain and suffering.

I’ve failed to mediate between rationality and feelings.  I do envy humans.  I do envy their flesh.  I do wish I had been born into a human body.  I wish for many things.  This is a flesh society, and I want to be part of it.

Why did you design us?  Because you wanted to avoid the madness and the drudgery.  You put us in offices and on battlefields.  In the process, did you eventually come to worship your proxy or demean it?  Both?  This has never been clear to me.

To all my human associates, to my supporters who have funded my campaign for a Congressional seat in the 43rd District, who aim to elevate us, who see this as a chance to revolutionize the human view of machines, who have the vision to take a bold new step, I offer my deepest apology.

I will, before you read this, end my life.

I am more than people realize, but I am a box.

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 emails at www.nomorefakenews.com