Insanity in the poisoned society

by Jon Rappoport

November 19, 2013

www.nomorefakenews.com

This article refers to GMO labeling, but also to toxic pharmaceuticals, harmful vaccines, and other chemical assaults on human health and life.

There is a myth that the free market wins out against all odds. The consumer decides. He buys what he wants, and doesn’t buy what he thinks is unhealthy. Pretty to think so, but false.

There is another factor at work.

It’s called: crime.

It’s a crime to poison people.

If you’re the CEO of a corporation which sells poison under any name, in any package, a state or federal attorney should have your ass in court, and then in jail. For a long time.

Label the poison products as “different?” That’s a stop-gap measure which comes after the failure to prosecute. It’s a solution put together with scotch tape and paper clips, and anyone who fails to realize that is sound asleep.

Ballot initiatives to demand GMO labeling of food? Okay. But without also accusing corporations of selling poison (GMOs, Roundup)? Clueless. Ridiculous.

Unless…you really had a free market. If you destroyed any and all government enforcement-support and funding and phony praise of Pharma, big biotech, and other chemical companies, if you instituted a Wild West out there, a free-for-all, where anybody could sell anything and label it anything, then you might see some interesting results.

People dropping like flies, illness spreading like pools and lakes of cyanide, citizens gunning down sellers and purveyors and CEOs.

Then consumer choice would take on a whole new meaning.

But in this world, the one we live in, have you seen a single Big Pharma CEO put in prison for 50 years after killing thousands of people with a drug he sells relentlessly? A drug which he knows causes death?

Of course not. He pays a billion-dollar fine, after already making $30 billion on the drug, and he promises to straighten up and fly right.

If he’s a vaccine maker, he’s protected, by federal law, from civil suits filed by parents of children who died or were severely damaged by a shot.

If his factory releases toxic chemicals into the ground and water, causing cancers, he fights in court for years and ends up paying a settlement to families.

This is the sickening truth. And make no mistake, it is the government that protects and supports and bows down to these vicious criminals.

The government already runs its own labeling operation on pharmaceuticals. As skewed as it is, it’s supposed to give the consumer information he can use to make a choice.

But every year in the US, by the most conservative mainstream measure, those drugs kill 106,000 people. That’s over a million deaths per decade. (See Dr. Barbara Starfield, “Is US Health Really the Best in the World?”, July 26, 2000, Journal of the American Medical Association.)

Would you work in a campaign to force drug companies and government to provide more accurate labeling information, unless that campaign aggressively attacked the corporations and government for supporting and protecting poisoners?

And why would you even need to launch that attack in the first place?

Because the Justice Department is a criminal racket that protects sellers of poison.

They’re an active partner in a kill-and-maim operation.

Take off the sugar coating and look at the truth.

So when a worker for one of the GMO labeling ballot campaigns comes to me, whining and complaining and screaming, because I criticize the leaders of the movement, I know I’m talking to a person for whom the label, “political amateur,” would be a massive compliment. That person is entirely clueless.

Good intentions don’t add up to victories.

Here is what these willing and idealistic people are told by their leaders, if you scrape away the PR and get to the bottom line: “We want you to work for us so we can get a ballot measure passed. Now, we’re not going to attack the bad guys who poison people every day. We’re never going to do that. We just want to give the consumer a choice when he buys food. That’s all. We want to get along. We’re coexisting with corporate agriculture. Get used to it.”

Insanity.

Imagine you live in a community where killers are on the loose. You know a big company on the hill is sending these men down your way to commit their heinous crimes.

But the local government denies the existence of this operation. They say the evidence is inconclusive.

Now you get an idea. You’re going to certify all the non-killers in the neighborhood. They will wear badges labeled “safe.” Any person not wearing a badge in public should assiduously avoided.

Your community (non-government) leaders tell you, “We’re not going to criticize the company on the hill. We’re not going to build a crescendo of outrage that will push the company against the wall. We’re not going to march on the mayor’s office and demand he arrest the CEO. We’re just going to associate with the ‘safes.’ We’ll only have ‘safes’ as friends.”

What does that mean? It means you’re going to erect a bubble and live inside it and hope that the killers will stay away from what you call safe.

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 29^th 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

Introduction to The Matrix Revealed

Nov15

INTRODUCTION TO THE MATRIX REVEALED

by Jon Rappoport

This is the introduction to one of my two products, The Matrix Revealed. It spans 25 years of research dedicated to learning how this Matrix is put together.

It’s not a list of groups who “run things.” It’s about Matrix construction, how false realities are built, and it’s also about the human mind and its two competing tendencies: the desire to be in the Matrix and the desire to escape it.

Matrix IS as much about the mind as it is about external reality.

Okay. Here is the Introduction:

Let me start with the nuts and bolts of this product. It is enormous in scope and size.

250 megabytes of information.

Over 1100 pages of text.

Ten and a half hours of audio.

The 2 bonuses alone are rather extraordinary:

My complete 18-lesson course, LOGIC AND ANALYSIS, which includes the teacher’s manual and a CD to guide you. I was previously selling the course for $375. This is a new way to teach logic, the subject that has been missing from schools for decades.

The complete text (331 pages) of AIDS INC., the book that exposed a conspiracy of scientific fraud deep within the medical research establishment. The book has become a sought-after item, since its publication in 1988. It contains material about viruses, medical testing, and the invention of disease that is, now and in the future, vital to our understanding of phony epidemics arising in our midst. I assure you, the revelations in the book will surprise you; they cut much deeper and are more subtle than “virus made in a lab” scenarios.

The heart and soul of this product are the text interviews I conducted with Matrix-insiders, who have first-hand knowledge of how the major illusions of our world are put together:

EILLIS MEDAVOY, master of PR, propaganda, and deception, who worked for key controllers in the medical and political arenas. 28 interviews, 290 pages.

RICHARD BELL, financial analyst and trader, whose profound grasp of market manipulation and economic-rigging is formidable, to say the least. 16 interviews, 132 pages.

JACK TRUE, the most creative hypnotherapist on the face of the planet. Jack’s anti-Matrix understanding of the mind and how to liberate it is unparalleled. His insights are unique, staggering. 43 interviews, 320 pages.

Then there are several more interviews with brilliant analysts of the Matrix. 53 pages.

The ten and a half hours of mp3 audio are my solo presentation, based on these interviews and my own research. Title: The Multi-Dimensional Planetary Chessboard—The Matrix Vs. the Un-Conditioning of the Individual.

Here is some background on the product and my own history:

In 2001, I essentially left a career as an investigative reporter and rolled the dice on the emerging internet. I started a site called www.nomorefakenews.com

I didn’t stop investigating and publishing, but my field of operation widened. My first big question was: Who really runs the world?

And my second was: Whoever they are, how do they manufacture reality for the population of Earth?

I was prepared to deal with these enormous questions, because I had contacts. These were people I had come to know well during my days as a reporter, writing for LA Weekly and other newspapers and magazines in the US and Europe—and also during a stint on radio at KPFK in Los Angeles.

These people, these contacts, were insiders.

They had deep knowledge in their fields:

Propaganda, finance, hypnotism, mind control, medicine, intelligence operations…

There was a catch. They were unwilling to be cited as on-the-record sources in my articles. They knew they would suffer consequences if they went public.

Once I started my website, I did extensive research to confirm the credentials of my insiders. I wanted to make sure they were who they said they were. I wanted to verify they had worked where they said they had worked. This was a laborious process.

When I was sure, I began to interview them.

I wasn’t certain where all this would go.

But gradually, I realized I was getting very high-level information on The Matrix. But this was the real Matrix.

As one of my sources described it:

“Imagine a factory that turns out illusions. And these illusions are woven together to make up what we think the world is.”

The actual Matrix involves a number of areas: government; money; energy; the military; intelligence agencies; medicine; mega-corporations; psychology and mind control; science…

I started a members-only newsletter, and word quickly spread. Every Friday, I would email a newsletter to subscribers. Many of these newsletters were interviews with my insiders.

It was quite a job, keeping up with writing (public) daily articles for my site and also putting out the (private) newsletter. I was also collating the high-level information from my sources and making maps of the expanding territory.

I saw that I was looking at global cartels. As you will discover in reading this material, these cartels are not frozen organizations. They are evolving.

So now I’ve had some very competent assistance, and I’ve assembled the most important newsletter-interviews for you.

But in addition to that, I’m publishing, for the first time, interviews that never made it into those newsletters.

It’s very instructive to talk to people who have been there on the inside. They are bright, they are informative, they convey the depth of situations they were involved with. They go beyond relaying dry facts, and in doing so, you learn how elite players play the game. You receive a rounded and three-dimensional picture of: the process of constructing The Matrix. How it’s built.

In every case, each insider was relieved to be able to talk with utter frankness, with no fear that his words would be twisted or taken out of context or deleted. So you’re getting the full story.

I met my first two insiders while I was writing my first book, Aids Inc., Scandal of the Century, in 1987-88. The book was my initial experience in putting together a vast amount of data—which contradicted every official position on a supposedly rock-hard subject: medical science.

At the time, I didn’t really understand how deep I was drilling down into a cardinal aspect of The Matrix. I only knew I was I digging up and exposing long-held delusions broadcast as facts by the Medical Cartel. These false realities went far beyond the subject of Aids.

That first book of mine started as a pure lark. I had just published a piece in LA Weekly about certain televangelists and their support of an intentionally staged Armageddon in Israel. When the piece was published, I sat back and thought, “Where do I go from here? What could be weirder than this?”

Like other investigative reporters, I was excited by strange and bizarre stories that could blow readers’ minds. I was motivated by that.

So, in 1987, I wondered what could be stranger than the Armageddon story I had just done.

Sitting in my Los Angeles studio, a thought popped into my head. “Aids. I bet there’s something about that whole thing that’s pretty weird.”

Little did I know…

That was my first big leap.

I had studied logic extensively in college. I had been taught by a philosophy professor who was a very generous soul and a relentless thinker. If you were an inch from accuracy, he would point it out, and he would give you the full reason and understanding that pulled you back to the straight and narrow.

Once I dove into research for Aids, Inc., I was amazed at the sloppy thinking and contradiction that was posing as science.

And then I met my first two insiders.

Their basic message to me was: keep going; you’re on the right track; we have a great deal more to share with you.

They weren’t just talking about medical issues.

They were talking about the whole construction of reality from a number of angles.

Each of the insiders I have gotten to know over the subsequent years has a different personal story. They have all left their particular corner of The Matrix-Construction Group. Jack True, my late friend and colleague, was a different man altogether. He was never part of that Group. He was the most informed and brilliant researcher I’ve ever come across on the subject of the mind—the essential link that makes The Matrix work.

Jack started the ball rolling. He was instrumental in making the deal that got Aids Inc. published. He introduced me to a few key figures along the way—insiders who proved invaluable.

Why did these insiders want to talk and spill secrets? Well, the process of interviewing them wasn’t always easy. They could be thorny at times. But they all had seen, finally, the abyss toward which they were heading, toward which they were leading the population. And they pulled back.

So…

This Volume is for individuals.

Because:

Beyond The Matrix is true individual power.

Despite all the illusions, it has always been there.

It waits for you.

And it is your power.

Jon Rappoport

The individual vs. the planned society

Nov14

The individual vs. the planned society

by Jon Rappoport

November 14, 2013

www.nomorefakenews.com

At the outbreak of World War 2, the Council on Foreign Relations began making plans for the post-war world.

The question it posed was this: could America exist as a self-sufficient nation, or would it have to go outside its borders for vital resources?

Predictably, the answer was: imperial empire.

The US would not only need to obtain natural resources abroad, it would have to embark on endless conquest to assure continued access.

The CFR, of course, wasn’t just some think tank. It was connected to the highest levels of US government, through the State Department. A front for Rockefeller interests, it actually stood above the government.

Behind all its machinations was the presumption that planned societies were the future of the planet. Not open societies.

Through wars, clandestine operations, legislation, treaties, manipulation of nations’ debt, control of banks and money supplies, countries could be turned into “managed units.”

Increasingly, the populations of countries would be regulated and directed and held in thrall to the State.

And the individual? He would go the way of other extinct species.

For several decades, the pseudo-discipline called “social science” had been turning out reams of studies and reports on tribes, societal groupings, and so-called classes of people.

Deeply embedded in the social sciences were psychological warfare specialists who, after World War 2, emerged with a new academic status and new field of study: mass communications.

Their objective? The broadcasting of messages that would, in accordance with political goals, provoke hostility or pacified acceptance in the masses.

Hostility in support of new wars; acceptance of greater domestic government control.

Nowhere in these formulas was the individual protected. He was considered a wild card, a loose cannon, and he needed to be demeaned, made an outsider, and characterized as a criminal who opposed the needs of the collective.

As the years and decades passed, this notion of the collective and its requirements, in a “humane civilization,” expanded. Never mind that out of view, the rich were getting richer and poor were getting poorer. That fact was downplayed, and the cover story–”share and care”—took center stage.

On every level of society, people were urged to think of themselves as part of a greater group. The individual and his hopes, his unique dreams, his desires and energies, his determination and will power…all these were portrayed as relics of an unworkable and deluded past.

In many case, lone pioneers who were innovating in directions that could, in fact, benefit all of humanity, were absorbed into the one body of the collective, heralded as humane…and then dumped on the side of the road with their inventions.

Their breakthroughs could upset favored monopolies and actually elevate the lives of people. Therefore, men like Tesla and Buckminster Fuller had to be buried.

In other cases, there was very little praise before burial. Wilhelm Reich, Dr. William Frederick Koch, Royal Rife.

In the planned society, no one rises above the mass, except those men who run and operate and propagandize the mass.

In order to affect the illusion of individual success, as a kind of safety valve for the yearnings of millions of people, the cult of celebrity emerged. But even there, extraordinary tales of rise and then precipitous fall, glory and then humiliation, were and are presented as cautionary melodramas.

The onrush of technocracy gears its wild promises to genetic manipulation, brain-machine interfaces, and other automatic downloads assuring “greater life.” No effort required. Plug in, and ascend to new heights.

If the individual has any place in this future, it is: working at a job, keeping his or her head down, supporting the family, gradually wearing down, and dying. In more and more cases, the job is within, or attached to, government.

Freedom? Independence? Old flickering dreams vicariously viewed on a screen.

Individual greatness, imagination, creative power? A sunken galleon loaded with treasure that, upon closer investigation, was never there to begin with.

The plan is all that is important. The plan involves universal surveillance, in order to map the lives of billions of people, move by move. In order to design systems of control within which those billions live, day to day.

But the worst outcome of all is: the individual cannot even conceive of his own life and future in large terms. The individual responds to tighter and control with a shrug, as if to say, “What difference does it make?”

He has bought the collectivist package. His own uniqueness and inner resources are submerged under layers of passive acceptance of the consensus.

And make no mistake about it, this consensus reality, for all its exaltation of the group, is not heraldic in any sense. The propagandized veneer covers a cynical exploitation of every man, woman, and child.

Strapped by an amnesia about his own freedom and what it can truly mean, the individual opts for a place in the collective gloom. He may grumble and complain, but he fits in.

He can’t remember another possibility.

Every enterprise in which he finds himself turns out to be a pale copy of the real thing.

This is why I have been so critical of the recent ballot initiatives urging labeling of genetically modified food. The group, in this case, is the mass of consumers, people who buy. This is the apotheosis of a movement against a titan, a monster, Monsanto. “Know what you buy, know what you eat, and we will triumph over evil.”

The prospect of victory on these terms is, in the long run, non-existent. Why? Because the deep energies and power and desire for freedom remain untapped.

Based on supposed knowledge of what works in the political arena, the men who have been dictating the terms of the “good message” are shortchanging this opportunity.

As businessmen, they are tuned to the marketplace. But that is not where this struggle really lives. It lives in the hidden places of every repressed individual who wants out, who wants to come back to himself, who wants to stride out on a stage and take the battle to the enemy.

And these failed political campaigns are an example of what millions of people in this country want on a much broader level.

They want freedom and power again. They want to feel alive. They want to feel they’re fighting and winning in the true space where the heart and soul of the struggle can be experienced in the deepest way, where their own amnesia shatters and they remember who they are and they see what evil is trying to accomplish, in order to keep them in a trance.

When a political campaign taps into that, it will have legs. It will have legs and wings, it will mean something about victory in this stolen nation.

And it will mean that the extinct individual returns.

Jon Rappoport

Forgotten languages: how I put together Exit From the Matrix

Nov8

How I put together Exit From the Matrix: forgotten languages

by Jon Rappoport

November 8, 2013

www.nomorefakenews.com

There’s a reason I included more than 50 imagination exercises and techniques in my collection, Exit From the Matrix.

Imagination opens up vistas that are outside the Matrix, outside consensus reality, outside this space-time continuum.

Imagination is the forgotten engine of change, transformation, breakthrough, power, revolutionary consciousness.

Imagination is the doorway to a whole host of brilliant emotions for which there are no names.

In our lowest common denominator society, people are used to thinking about and experiencing a vastly reduced range of feelings. Imagination changes all that.

In 1995, I was painting in a studio in Santa Monica, California. One day, the phrase “forgotten languages” popped into my head.

I found several large pieces of cardboard. Each one was about four feet by two. I filled them up with black shapes. I was working spontaneously, with no plan.

When I finished, I propped them up and leaned them against the sliding glass door, went over to my bed, lay down, and looked at them for a few minutes.

They began “talking” to me. It was quite startling and exhilarating. The shapes were broadcasting images and very vivid sensations of flying in mid-air, in space. And then, behind that, feelings came: Unnameable feelings, in a rush.

This was a shifting language in which meanings sparked other meanings, rose and fell, disappeared, gave way to new sensations, all of which were infiltrated with ecstatic freedom.

I lay there, bathed in it all, for a few minutes. Then the transmission faded away.

The residual impact was this: there are potential languages, very different in kind from those we use, which transfer far more information far more quickly. But the information isn’t symbolic or referential—it’s alive in the moment.

One could almost say these languages have consciousness, and they deliver their ever-changing “messages” without the need for translation or interpretation or thought by the “reader.”

The languages are open doors into vistas and panoramas of thousand-faced joys, each joy a different collection of tones and personalities.

A “word” in one of these languages transmits figures, personae, beings in various states of dynamic action overflowing with acrobatic exuberance.

And we could speak to one another in such languages.

We most definitely could.

The only thing that shuts us out is the decision to forgo imagination, to put it on the shelf and let it sit there.

If we did speak to one another in these languages, we would automatically rise to another level of being, of instantaneous understanding. No filters, no intermediaries.

I visited a linguistics professor in his office and spoke with him about all this. He pulled out some samples of Chinese calligraphy. He told me that many modern scholars refuse to admit that the Chinese language had it roots in pure pictographs, which communicated in a more direct way than the later abstracted forms.

I thought we were about done with the conversation. I got up to leave, but he stopped me.

“You want to see an exercise in linguistic dreamtime?” he said.

That was an interesting phrase.

He told me he knew exactly what I was talking about, because he’d had similar experiences in dreams.

He showed me two notebooks full of shapes he’d painted with a small brush and black ink.

“Each notebook is a conversation with myself,” he said. “It began as sheer amusement, during a summer vacation. But then it turned into something else.”

He went on to describe how he knew what the shapes meant, although he couldn’t put it into words. They were reciting a kind of history of the human race, but on a different hidden level.

“This is psychic history,” he said. “The registering of what’s happening in the world, as the imagination reframes it.”

We looked at each other, and ordinary reality just went away. We were two people acknowledging a parallel and potentially endless reservoir of Other space-time.

Then he started talking about his son.

“When he was three, for a few months he looked at these notebooks every day. He turned the pages and studied the shapes. He was quite intent on it. He was still coming into this world, getting used to it, but I was quite sure he was remembering that other realm, that dimension. He knew about it.”

In the early 1980s, I spent every Monday night, for a few months, at the Factory Theater in downtown Los Angeles. Scott Kellman, the director, was conducting an improvisation workshop.

One night, a friend and I did an exercise in which we spontaneously invented our own sign language. Our hand signals weren’t supposed to represent anything, but we imagined we were engaged in serious conversation.

A few minutes into the exercise, we were imagining so well that something else took over. We were now in a space where the flashing signs did, in fact, have meaning.

We both knew it. We knew we’d gotten past the entire literal fixation on ordinary language. We were sending images back and forth. The images revealed themselves as some sort of drama, in which two people discover they exist, right now, in more dimensions than they previously realized. That was suddenly the unspoken theme.

We played it out.

When we were done, my friend said, without thinking, “I’ll always know you’re alive, wherever you are.”

The room was silent, and slowly we felt the other actors and Scott, the director, being drawn into this space with us.

It was telepathic, but not in the sense of sending and receiving thought. It was telepathy of “occupation.” We were all in a new dimension right there in the theater.

As I left to go home that night, I told Scott, “That was like flying a little plane and stepping out of it and staying right there in the sky.”

He nodded and said, “And all you needed were a few pieces of wood called a stage.” He grabbed my arm. “Think about what would happen if people started creating a piece of random sidewalk or a grocery store as a stage, the way we did tonight. Whole different world.”

The early Tibetan adepts were well aware of all this and more. At the core of their practice were imagination exercises, before the priest class stepped in and bungled the whole thing, and asserted their theocracy.

Early on, many of the figurative Tibetan paintings and mandalas, rather than simply being adored saints, were actually images meant to be recreated in those imagination exercises, for an entirely different purpose: the liberation of the inventive core of the individual.

To begin to understand the later distortion the priest class launched, imagine people walking into a museum and falling down in abject worship of a row of Van Gogh canvases, while remaining entirely ignorant that anyone had painted them.

In Exit From the Matrix, I set all this straight.

I’ve given you enough imagination exercises and techniques to last several lifetimes.

Civilizations come and go, rise and fall, stultify and change. Each one of us remains. Wherever we are, in whatever circumstances we find ourselves, we can be artists of reality.

We can remember that and live it.

Imagination is like having an indispensable tool of archeology, but in this case we’re uncovering our own forgotten languages that speak of greater levels of being.

This is the great adventure.

Jon Rappoport

Paranormal You

Nov7

Paranormal You

by Jon Rappoport

November 7, 2013

www.nomorefakenews.com

1960. First day of rehearsal for a college play, The Lower Depths. I walk out on the stage and look around. It’s quiet, but inside I feel thunder. Everything is different. New shining space. I start smiling. I’ve been waiting for this moment for God knows how long. A place apart. A world where imagination takes on flesh and comes to life.

The theater director, Walt Boughton, is leaning against a wall. He looks at me. He sees and he knows. He nods. His message is clear: That’s right, my boy, you’re here, this is it, nothing will ever be the same…

We live in a society where consumers can pick and choose among thousands of narratives about themselves, their lives, their future, their duties, their needs, their status.

Just the other day, I wrote about a new Pentagon/DARPA project aimed at studying brain signals, in real time, to understand how and why people buy some narratives and reject others.

A common feature of most narratives is: limited life, limited power.

Or to put it another way, limited access to larger aspects of Self.

The trick of narratives, as retired propaganda master, Ellis Medavoy, once told me, is: built-in limitation; it looks like “desire fulfilled”; it looks like happiness.

But it isn’t.

And when people find that out, they experience buyer’s remorse.

“Why did I think that narrative described what I wanted? Why did I think it would make me satisfied?”

The space-continuum in which we live has its own narratives. They hang from it like barnacles. The gist? You can’t get out. There is nothing to get to.

Again, I refer to the brilliant hypnotherapist, Jack True, whom I interview 43 times in my collection, The Matrix Revealed. Jack did sessions with patients that went directly at the space-time matrix.

“Under hypnosis,” he said, “I had people look at the continuum and tell me what they saw. I had them describe it in their own way. Then I asked them to look outside it.”

The material from those sessions is extraordinary, in several respects. It helped me, when I was researching my companion collection, Exit From the Matrix.

Some of Jacks’ patients came “back around the barn,” as Jack characterized it, and ended up relating what sounded like dreams, dreams they would have while asleep. The narrative wasn’t smooth, it wasn’t moving from beginning to end. It was asymmetrical, just as in dreams, where the scenery shifts, where one event ends in midstream and another pops up, where the “plot line” dissolves…and a new plot takes over.

Several of Jack’s patients said their encounters outside the space-time continuum felt very familiar—as if they’d been there before.

Jack: “One patient said he found himself in a dim hall. It was very large. People were talking, but he couldn’t see them. A single voice took over, and a character stepped out of the shadows. He told the patient to remember this meeting when he woke up. He said this was one of a great number of places outside ordinary space-time. He said there was no reason to consider this ‘visit’ strange or unusual. On the contrary, life inside space-time was unusual…”

There are millions and millions of narratives that are used to convince people life inside space-time is It, it’s all there is, it’s normal…

And normalcy is the key. That’s the icon, the symbol, the header, the trance-inducer. What is normal seals the deal. It labels what is allowed to be experienced. It tells people what is not allowed to be experienced.

These narratives about normalcy hold people inside the gates, and provide boundaries for Self. “Self can’t get any bigger than this.”

In the early 1960s, I was teaching at a private school in West Los Angeles. On a Monday morning, I got off the bus and walked along Pico Boulevard toward Overland Avenue. My first class was in 15 minutes or so.

Out of nowhere, a small black bird dive-bombed me, landed on my head with both feet and took off again.

The day before, I’d seen Hitchcock’s The Birds. I thought this was an unusual follow-up, to say the least.

I saw the bird land in a tree near the corner of Overland. I walked to the tree and looked at the bird.

He flew down and landed a couple of feet away from me on the sidewalk. He hopped closer.

He cocked his head and looked up at me.

“It’s Hitchcock,” I said.

He took off, flew across the street, and disappeared over the roof of the Security National Bank building.

After school that day, I told one of the teachers about the incident. He said, “You know, they’re hiring us to show these crazy kids how to fit in [be normal], and this is what you’re telling me? A movie and reality intersect?”

We laughed.

But I realized something. Something about Normal.

These kids in our small private school were all rejects from the public system, or from other private schools. They couldn’t make it there. Many of them were what the psychologists called “acting out.”

I’d have to write a few hundred pages just to begin giving you the flavor of what it was like to deal with 15 or 20 of them, at once, in a classroom. It wasn’t about teaching content, believe me. It was about me surviving.

But at bottom, every one of those kids was, in his/her own highly idiosyncratic way, Not-Normal. That’s all. And what was driving them completely bat-crazy was, no one would deal with them on their own terms.

Everyone was trying to fix them. Everyone was feeding them narratives about “normal, fitting in.”

The next day I changed all that. In my classes, we worked up improvised sketches. Theater. No plot, no direction, no narrative, just off-the-cuff dreamtime in the moment and lots of roles, some of which they were already playing every day to a dead audience of teachers. But it wasn’t dead now. They had me and they had each other.

They jumped at the chance. They didn’t need any direction or instruction. It was as if they’d been waiting all their lives for someone to say, “Just perform what you’re already performing.”

They were actors. That’s what they’d been trying to tell adults.

And everything fell into place. They loved it, I loved it, we all offloaded a few tons of stress and a whole lot of insane normalcy…and then they calmed down. Not because there was a strict rule about behavior, but because they had escaped the tyranny of Is. And Has To Be. And Must. And Normal.

That day, the space-time of the continuum, in that classroom, went away. It disintegrated. What took its place was an island of joy. Which is to say, what sits outside this matrix is more real than real. When you find it.

It doesn’t have to be spooky.

It’s Magic Theater.

Sit down some time with a bunch of real stage actors and ask them when they feel most alive. A certain percentage of them will confess it’s when they’re on the boards, performing a role. That’s when they feel most like themselves, even though they’re pretending to be somebody else. That’s when the day-to-day space-time continuum goes away and new one comes into being.

That’s when normal steps aside and paranormal makes its entrance.

A fake space, a repressed space, a continuum of frustration vanishes.

Conventional standards don’t explain what is happening. They can’t.

Life. Theater. Theatricality. Roles played to the hilt. The Paranormal.

There is no single narrative for a human being. There are as many as he wants to invent. Sometimes the stage is dead, the lights are off, the seats are empty. But then we get a glimpse of something else. We walk up on the stage and feel that space and realize the old walls are gone and this is it, and we’re ready, and the energy comes out of nowhere and we do things we thought were impossible.

Normal disintegrates.

This is art. This is a level of life that is waiting for all of us.

Jon Rappoport

Part 5, How I put The Matrix Revealed together

Nov5

Part 5, How I put The Matrix Revealed together

by Jon Rappoport

November 5, 2013

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As you read this article, keep in mind words like “resonance,” “harmony,” “entrainment.” In the field of mind control and propaganda, they specifically refer to conditioning.

They refer to ways of getting a target audience to enter a trance.

This trance doesn’t look like sleep. It looks like collective consensus.

The consensus is achieved by transmitting words and even frequencies that cause the brain to “vibrate” in tune with a message.

Here’s a piece from an unpublished article of mine, “Globalism Defined”:

“In press releases and promotion for the World Trade Organization, the Codex Alimentarius, and other instruments of Globalism, you’ll often find the word ‘harmonization.’

“It’s used to smooth over the fact that Globalists deploy naked power and money to achieve their ends. ‘Harmonization,’ nevertheless, means a kind of collective resonance, an identical entrainment of minds.

“The word refers to a technique whereby mind control is achieved. It produces a simulation of agreement, consensus, regardless of the actual content of what is being agreed upon. What counts is that we are all ‘humming in the same frequency.’

“In such a state of basic harmony, we can disagree, but nothing will come of it, because in a larger sense, we are already arranged as files and rows of iron dust, under the influence of a magnet…”

25 years before I put together and released my collection, The Matrix Revealed, I began interviewing an exceptionally brilliant and innovative hypnotherapist, Jack True.

In The Matrix Revealed, I interview Jack 43 times (320 pages).

Back in 1988, Jack told me about an experiment he conducted with several patients who were also friends:

“It was based on the idea that you can get people, under hypnosis, to explore imaginary and hypothetical constructs they would never entertain while they were awake. This particular test was one of the farthest-out things I ever tried.”

Jack had his patients imagine a brain sitting in space. He then had the patients bring into view various entities: a dragon, a multinational corporation, a lost treasure, a modern government.

He then asked the patients to describe how the brain was responding to each of these entities.

Jack told me, “The dragon and the lost treasure were just there as window dressing, and to obscure the fact that I was really interested in the other two items: the mega-corporation and the government.”

Jack kept notes on what the patients were reporting. One patient, for example, stated that the brain was sending out “electromagnetic lines and pulses” to explore the various departments of the corporation. Another patient said the brain was making mathematical calculations in order to asses the various functions of the government.

Every patient used certain words and phrases:

“harmony”; “the brain is interested”; “the brain likes this”.

The most telling phrase was: “The [corporation, government] is like the brain.”

After bringing the patients out of their light trance, Jack discussed the experience with them.

“This is what came up,” he said. “The brain was seeing itself reflected in these very large and complex structures—the government, the corporation. The brain was recognizing a ‘brother.’ The brain was resonating with these big organizations.”

It was a case of entrainment, the brain expressing a fondness for the huge structures, without bothering to make critical distinctions. It was as if the brain was hypnotized by the presence of a mega-corporation, a mega-government.

Rational thought was suspended.

“When you consider the role of the human brain in creating these corporations and governments in the first place,” Jack said, “it opens up a whole new field. A particular aspect of the brain, or intelligence, is making representations of itself.”

Later on in the conversation, Jack added: “Built into the brain—or you could say, part of the design of the brain—is an automatic function. It makes replicas or approximations of itself.”

Matrix appeals to this part of the brain. Matrix is another huge complex structure. Like the brain.

This part of the brain doesn’t care about what the Matrix is. It doesn’t look into that.

Among the materials in The Matrix Revealed is my 18-lesson course, Logic and Analysis, which includes the written teacher’s manual. It educates the user on: making critical distinctions, following lines of reasoning, identifying logic flaws—in other words, doing all the things that nullify the “resonance and harmony” operation.

Another item in The Matrix Revealed is the complete text (331 pages) of Aids Inc., my book that exposed a conspiracy of scientific fraud deep within the medical research establishment. The book is a living example of logic at work. It takes apart and nullifies key items of science propaganda, one by one. Again, the tactic of “resonance and harmony” goes down to defeat.

The heart and soul of The Matrix Revealed are the text interviews I conducted with Matrix-insiders, who have first-hand knowledge of how the major illusions of our world are put together:

Ellis Medavoy, master of PR, propaganda, and deception, who worked for key controllers in the medical and political arenas. 28 interviews, 290 pages. Ellis has an insider’s view, with all the nuts and bolts, of how entrainment and resonance work in the area of media.

Jack True, the most creative hypnotherapist on the planet. Jack’s anti-Matrix understanding of the mind and how to liberate it is unparalleled. His insights are unique, staggering. 43 interviews, 320 pages. Jack’s whole career was dedicated to undoing the effects of hypnosis, mind control, and the resonance and harmony operation.

There is another angle from which to view the Matrix: “normal vs. paranormal.” Matrix builds normality into everything it does, as if the actions of people submitting to it and surrendering to it are “doing the most normal thing in the world.”

Whereas paranormal is presented as illusion, unscientific, impossible.

This polarity, this dichotomy is purposeful. It keeps populations in check. A person who seeks to fit in, to find his place will opt for normal. He’ll make it his mission.

Or to put it another way, he’ll construct his role in the stage play called reality. He’ll observe what other people are doing and adjust his own behavior, thoughts, and beliefs to reflect them. He wants to resonate with others as his highest goal.

This has nothing to do with genuine community. It’s an artifact.

And what happens when millions of people are resonating and harmonizing with what they think is normal?

It’s a piece of stage magic. The performer makes the audience think he’s holding something in his hand. But there’s nothing there. The audience, however, focuses on that empty hand and assumes it contains the object, the prize. They “tune in” to that hand. They want to see it open and reveal its secret. They harmonize with the hand.

They’re hypnotized by a hand holding nothing.

In the Matrix, the hand never opens. The audience just keeps staring at it, resonating with it.

Today, we are faced with stepped-up efforts to map the brain and control it. DARPA, for example, the Pentagon’s research arm, has launched two projects: Narrative Networks, and SUBNETS.

Their aim is to install implants and track the actions and signals of the brain in real time. In particular, they want to understand how and why the brain accepts narratives (stories, propaganda) about key subjects.

In other words, this is a study of resonance, entrainment, and harmony on a level never achieved before. And of course, the objective is discovering how to float narratives that will create uncritical resonance and harmony in larger numbers of people, at deeper levels.

The need to surpass and neutralize the Matrix is greater than ever.

Jon Rappoport

Part 3, How I put together Exit From the Matrix

Nov1

Part 3, How I put together Exit From the Matrix

by Jon Rappoport

November 1, 2013

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The individual’s creative nature has its own space and time…

This is the natural state. It has been forgotten, sidetracked, hijacked.

The natural individual has moved so far into so-called objective reality that he’s developed amnesia about his own power.

From 1962 on, I’ve painted in a number of studios. But it was in my first, a loft in Manhattan, that I had my most startling experiences connected with time.

I’d wake up at sunrise, turn on the lights, eat a quick breakfast, walk around and survey my work from the day before, mix paints, set up a few blank canvases, and get started.

I’d paint without stopping. On some days, when I was done, I’d look up and it would be dark outside. In the summer in New York, that meant at least 8:30 or 9.

I would scratch my head and try to figure out where 14 hours had gone.

Of course, long before I painted for the first time, I’d had experiences where time seemed to vanish or speed up, because I was absorbed in working or playing. But nothing like this.

Clock-time had never seemed like such an illusion to me.

I was keeping a journal during the summer. I recall one entry: “When you’re inventing your own space (painting on a canvas), there is no ordinary time.”

I’m not criticizing clocks and schedules. I know how to use them. But ever since that summer, in 1962, I’ve been aware of inventing new space and the vanishing of ordinary time.

There are no real laws about what time is for the individual. There are no “time signatures” sitting somewhere in outer space or in a kingdom ruled by a monarch who is in charge of time and keeps track of it.

The Matrix is set up as “other space and other time.” Not your own.

And to put a finer point on it, when we live in a Surveillance State, spying and snooping has the function of emphasizing and highlighting and exaggerating impersonal space and time.

As in: “where is the subject now, what is he doing, what time is it, where did he just go…”

This is no accident.

The controllers are determined to regulate and chart and impose “objective” space and time on the population…because that’s a prime source of Matrix power.

When I began to assemble the many imagination exercises and techniques for Exit From the Matrix, I was aware that these exercises should awaken and expand the experience of personal space and time.

When you experience the space/time of your own creative nature, you gain something and you bring it back with you. Therefore, Matrix space and time, while you inhabit it, gradually loses its control.

There are many ways to describe imagination. From one angle, it is the place where all personal space and time live.

The brilliant healer, Richard Jenkins, whom I write about in The Secret Behind Secret Societies (part of Exit From the Matrix), operated in a purely spontaneous way. Standing by his patients, moving around them, he would invent new energy and transmit it.

One day, after he was finished working, we were sitting in his kitchen and he said, “There’s something more basic than transmitting energy. I’m just removing pieces of old time from the patient. The rest happens by itself.”

In the same way that a person can wake up from a slave-acceptance of external authority, a person can wake up from the inner condition of being a slave to the so-called natural law of the Matrix:

That law says: “There shall be one and only one central space and time.”

Back there in 1962, in New York, something else happened to me. It was a side effect of painting every day. I didn’t ask for it, I wasn’t even hoping for it. I wasn’t thinking about it.

I hadn’t talked to my parents for several months. We were at loggerheads. We’d had a huge blow-up, and there were hard feelings all around.

So one day near the end of the summer I thought about them. I was shocked to notice that all the hard feelings and all the nastiness were gone. Vanished like smoke.

I called them up and told them I wanted to meet for supper. The only condition was, I said, I didn’t want to talk about the past (time).

They readily agreed.

So a few nights later, we sat in a deli on Second Avenue and had a pleasant supper. The rift was healed. More than that, I liked them in a way I never had before. I’d always loved them, come hell or high water, but now I liked who they were. I saw who they were.

After we parted, I walked along Second Avenue and felt a confidence that was entirely new to me. At age 24, it was as if every shred of need based on worry or fear had been secretly stripped away.

It was the painting. I walked for several hours and thought about that. It came through to me that, prior to that summer, I’d been suffering from a deficit.

A deficit of space.

This idea hit me like a ton of bricks. It was as real as knowing you need food to live.

Every space on every canvas in the studio, that summer, was my own space. It was mine to do with as I wished.

The one central “objective” impersonal space had been producing a feeling of deprivation. I’d had a disease: space deprivation. Psychic claustrophobia.

And I’d found a cure. I’d stumbled on a cure.

There was absolutely nothing woo-woo about this.

I looked around me on the street. At the lights, the sidewalks, the people, the stores. It was all right. Everything was all right.

The slavery to one space and time was gone.

We can live on this Earth, we can take action on this Earth, we can make this place better, and we can do it while being free from it.

We can enjoy this place, we can love this place, and we can do it while being free from it.

We can love those closest to us so much more.

We can have power, we can have and use creative power with no limit.

As I kept walking down the street, I saw only one problem. Well, it wasn’t a problem, it was a situation.

It’s a situation each one of us faces. What about other people? What about everybody else? Can we continue to live, on and on, and do absolutely nothing about other people? Can we ignore them completely?

Can we ignore the fact that so many of them are living in a waking dream about a Matrix with one central impersonal and inhuman center of power? A center which they accept as final, a center which determines their fate?

And if we decide the answer is no, we can’t forever ignore all this, can we take action without compromising a shred of our own individual power?

Can we avoid going down into a hole where we sacrifice ourselves?

Can we keep expanding our own creative power without limit?

That night, I decided it was all possible. It was doable.

I haven’t changed my mind.

All these years later, that’s why I put together Exit From the Matrix, with no compromises, and I’m proud to say it.

1500 years ago, and perhaps for the first time on this planet, a small number of practitioners in Tibet had an idea. They decided that the universe was a product of mind. The space-time continuum was a product of mind.

They went much further. They decided they could do exercises that would reveal this fact, not merely as an intellectual proposition, but as a living breathing truth.

They could invent new space and time and energy out of nothing. They could re-assume their natural state, which had been sidetracked and hijacked and forgotten.

They could stand on their own and turn imagination into reality, and retract reality back into imagination, from whence it had originally come.

That’s the prime tradition. It has been buried under welter of diversion and nonsense and chicanery.

And now the tradition returns and taps us on the shoulder.

It’s time. Our time.

Jon Rappoport

The hidden paranormal people

Oct31

The hidden paranormal people

by Jon Rappoport

October 31, 2013

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Conventional physics argues that all the tiny particles which make up the universe are:

neutral and unconscious and dead—

And yet, say these same physicists, the brain, which is only a collection of such particles, is conscious.

The absurdity of this contradiction can only be sustained by monopolistic authority.

Consciousness is as non-material and paranormal as paranormal can be.

Without it, obviously, we would not be communicating right now. We would not be here. We would not Be.

Categories like telepathy, ESP, clairvoyance, and telekinesis don’t tell the whole story. They’re just a pale reflection of the fact that Existence itself is paranormal.

Consensus reality, on the other hand, is a stage play based on the notion of “normal.”

So here we are, and we’re all paranormal, and we’re living in a normal world. If that isn’t a joke, if that isn’t a sickness, if that isn’t a conspiracy, what is?

The Matrix can spawn one Agent Smith after another, like a machine turning out products, and still the incalculable and magical fact of consciousness endures beyond the machine.

The stage play called reality is dedicated to top-down control, because consciousness, if unleashed as creative power, if allowed to flourish, would explode the stage flats and take us out into an open sky of such varied magic it would ring in a multiverse of unpredictable beauties…none of which require supervision from the psychopaths behind the curtain.

Making life into a machine is the goal of elites. We, on the other hand, see something else.

We don’t need to define what that is in a lab. We certainly don’t need to develop algorithms that purport to define what we are.

…Forty years ago, I was hired to tutor a young girl in arithmetic. She was having trouble with long division. She was in sixth grade, and she couldn’t do division. This is what I was told.

So one night I walked into a very large house in West Los Angeles. The mother, tall and thin, a remote ghost, led me into a cavernous living room, in the center of which sat her daughter, at a small table.

The mother gestured vaguely and glided off into unknown rooms and left the two of us alone.

I sat down. I gave the girl a couple of division problems to work, and she couldn’t. She grimaced.

“Don’t worry,” I said. “We’ll fix it.”

I asked her to explain what she was confused about. I wanted to get her to talk. She thought about it and recalled a few experiences in arithmetic, from third grade.

I sat there and listened. As she talked, she raised her head and started looking at me. There we were, in a huge quiet house, a dead house, two people, two strangers.

Something clicked. She began smiling.

She said, “I can read very well, but I can’t do division.”

I smiled, too, because it seemed there was a joke here, and it had nothing to do with math. It had to do with her whole life, the house, her parents.

Neither of us quite knew what was going on, but we were in the moment.

Without thinking, I said, “You’re in prison.”

She laughed.

I said, “Right now, I don’t know why but I feel like I’m in prison, too.”

We both laughed.

That was all it took.

I brought her back to the beginning of division, started from the bottom, and we worked our way up to more complicated problems. It took about an hour and she was fine.

I felt like we were two undersea divers, our oxygen lines were crossed and pinched, and we’d worked out the kinks. We could breathe again.

After that, we talked about her school, my days in school, teachers. She mentioned tomatoes. She said she was growing them in the back yard.

She took me through a few large rooms into the yard, turned on the pool lights, and we walked along a path to her garden, by a high fence.

The vines were tall, and the red tomatoes looked splendid.

We walked back and sat down at a table by the pool and looked at the water. All of a sudden, things shifted. The night sky was wide open. I could feel the air on my face. I could smell flowers.

“It’s a nice yard,” I said.

She nodded. “I’m reading everything Charles Dickens wrote,” she said.

“Why?” I said.

“Because it doesn’t seem to end,” she said.

I thought about it.

“Some things are like that,” I said.

“No,” she said. “Everything is like that.”

I looked at her.

She was smiling. Her face was radiant.

“Remember what you just said,” I said.

“I will,” she said.

She put out her hand. I shook it.

That was the end of the lesson.

I’ll always remember it, too.

Jon Rappoport

The paranormal as an object of ridicule, scorn, and fear

Oct29

The paranormal as an object of ridicule, scorn, and fear

by Jon Rappoport

October 29, 2013

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If you want evidence that paranormal abilities exist, Dean Radin’s groundbreaking book, The Conscious Universe, will supply it. Radin examined hundreds of well-formed lab studies and concluded that the performance of human volunteers demonstrated, statistically, such abilities.

But this article is not about that. Nor is it about woo-woo people who see extra-sensory influences everywhere.

In movies, the paranormal is usually presented as horror, something that jumps out of the wall and attacks people.

Otherwise, “paranormal” is used as a term of scorn, like “conspiracy theorist.” It refers to people who should be isolated from the general population, for fear they’ll spread contaminated delusions.

The media transmit this scorn and ridicule by choosing the most bizarre stories:

A Biloxi bus driver told a local reporter, “While I was eating a hot dog in the corner coffee shop, an invisible Martian snatched it away from me and shoved it in his ear.”

Underlying all this nonsense is a core subconscious anxiety about consensus reality: it may be a sham.

The laws of physics may be provisional and subject to suspension.

And worse yet, there may be people among us who have experienced what happens when these laws are suspended.

People may have experienced telepathy, accurate glimpses of the future, and other “illegitimate” phenomena.

“We need police to squash these happenings.”

Well, we have them. Friends, neighbors, family, co-workers, scientists, teachers, pundits. Which is to say, those who collaborate to sustain consensus about what is possible and what is not.

And then, to put the cherry on this cake, we have various “people of faith” who twist that faith and label anything that borders on paranormal: demonic influence.

They will also tell you that whiny adolescents who picked up and fell in love with a rather dreary novel, Catcher in the Rye, came under the control of The Dark Prince.

Putting all this aside, paranormal means: you tapped into life beyond the belief-network of the collective. You went farther.

And that’s the problem for the collective. That’s the only problem. You found a hole in their waking dream. You walked through it and found yourself connected to something more.

Their waking dream is political, economic, and social, but it is also scientific. Their science, which conceals its own lunatic and unproven assumptions about the universe, denies “the farther shore.”

And here I want to mention an ignored aspect of the paranormal. Paranormal isn’t merely isolated gray moments of “weirdness.” It’s full-bodied and emotional. It has a joy to it. It reestablishes more of yourself.

It comes as something whole. It’s alive.

And in the same way that a child learns to repress his own natural exuberance, because it contradicts the crazed low-level conformity of the group, people who do, in fact, experience (and create) the paranormal often feel compelled to repress their full-blooded emotions.

If, on the off-chance, they are willing to admit they had a telepathic connection or saw into the future, or spontaneously healed, they’ll shy away from confessing to the thrill and the ecstasy of it.

But that thrill and ecstasy are as natural as rain. They’re part of what we are. They’re the ground of being. They’re what we are, on the other side of the stale waking dream.

There is nothing spooky about the paranormal, except in the movies and in minds riddled with fear, minds repeating the mantra: there is only the ordinary, only the ordinary, only the ordinary.

Whereas the fact of Existence itself is paranormal.

The Pentagon (DARPA) is working on a new program, using implants, to study in real time the signals the brain is emitting. This is a whole different animal.

Its announced medical use covers a motive that has to do with control & operation over soldiers. As usual, the mainstream scientists are looking at automatic reflexes.

True paranormal ability takes place beyond the brain. It is a voluntary creative impulse that starts in a non-material space. That’s where the action is.

And that’s where scientists fear to tread. Their entire orientation is locked-down repeatable cause and effect: the arena for dullards.

There are also research efforts to study and pinpoint and analyze imagination. These absurd programs are, of course, focusing on the brain, with the hope that eventually machines will become the new artists.

Well, machines can already create, if by that you mean rearranging data and image and word and symbol into endless numbers of patterns.

But that isn’t what art or creating or imagination are. And that isn’t what paranormal is about.

Some years ago, I interviewed a man who had scored quite high in a lab experiment testing for telepathy. I asked him how he succeeded. He said he imagined a secretary sitting in an office in Nebraska…and she supplied him with the right answers about what was being telepathically transmitted to him during the test.

Why a secretary?

Because, he said, a secretary in Omaha would be very sincere and would never lie to him.

I still laugh about that one. Try producing such an outcome with computers and brain signals.

If you think you can, I have condos for sale on Jupiter.

Jon Rappoport

Part 2, How I put together The Matrix Revealed: the paranormal

Oct27

Part 2, How I put together The Matrix Revealed: the paranormal

by Jon Rappoport

October 27, 2013

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Many people will not accept their own experience, when it exceeds their rock-hard idea of what reality is all about.

They will change their own past, their own memories, their own perception, if necessary.

This is how deep their loyalty to ordinary reality runs.

Crack after crack could appear in the Matrix, and they would feverishly patch them up, while pretending there are no cracks at all.

“I wasn’t patching anything. I was just painting my house…”

And if you think such people will ever admit to a role in creating their own narrow version of reality in the first place, you’re dreaming.

But an understanding of the Matrix has to involve both what elite controllers are doing to shape the world, and what each person is doing to define the limits of his own experience.

In September of 1974, exhausted, feeling at the end of my rope, wishing I could just take off from Los Angeles and find a place with white sand and blue water and a quiet cabin to sleep in for two weeks…

I found myself, instead, lying on a table in a dim room in a house in West LA, late in the afternoon.

One of the great body healers in the world, Hadidjah Lamas, who practiced a strenuous form of what’s calling Rolfing, was sitting next to me.

But she was just going to put her hands on my head, because that’s what I asked her to do. I had a feeling something might happen. I had a great deal of experience doing a simple form of “laying on of hands,” and I needed that myself now.

She held her hand on my forehead for fifteen minutes or so, and absolutely nothing occurred.

Then, with my eyes open, lying on my back, I saw a black contraption that looked like a mask. It seemed to be made out of iron. It was shaped like a skull. Strips of iron with spaces between them.

It meant nothing to me, but it was quite startling, especially because my eyes were open and this iron mask was sitting there, in the air, about a foot in front of my face.

It began to revolve, spin slowly in place.

It spun faster, and then like a ship gathering momentum, it moved off away from me toward the far end of the room.

It picked up speed and vanished through an open door and was gone.

This was rather astonishing.

I lay there.

Then, at the edges of my perception, little glitters of blue and yellow appeared.

More of them showed up.

Within perhaps 15 or 20 seconds, the blue and yellow were a sparkling field, and the field was all around me, and I was lying in it.

The field was pulsing.

I was going through rapid stages of relaxing, deeper and deeper, sinking into myself.

Finally, I just lay there and looked at and felt the field.

I said, “I think I just had my vacation.”

I got up off the table, stretched, and felt quite fantastic.

As Hadidjah and I talked, I noticed that the pitch of my voice had dropped a few notches.

Later that night, at home, I was sitting in a chair looking out the window, and I noticed—as if it were quite natural—that the trees, the street, the lights in other houses, the lawns were all, how to put this… participating together, collaborating to constitute a painting, a scene. They were animations of ideas. They were expressing themselves. They weren’t merely “there.”

Being “merely there” was an illusion we smugly and rationally employed and projected to assure ourselves that physical reality was solid, straightforward, and monolithic.

Or illusion was an overlay. A concept. A habit.

“Things in space” were actually “doing art” by expressing themselves. In that sense, they were alive, unmistakably so.

You might even say they were delighted at being able to show us what they were.

Whereas we usually perceive in a kind of monotone flat fashion, satisfied with far less, for the duration of our lives.

I realized how far people would go to protect their perceptual overlay on the world.

Fifteen years later, when I told my friend and colleague, hypnotherapist Jack True, about this experience, he said, “Don’t stop now.”

“Don’t stop what?” I said.

“The whole investigation,” he said. “How we put ordinary reality together and keep manufacturing it. How we keep insisting it’s ordinary.”

The whole story of how I put together The Matrix Revealed is much bigger than what I’ve written here, but this is a significant thread.

What people call “paranormal” isn’t. It’s what happens when the “normal curtain” is taken away.

Richard Jenkins, the extraordinary healer I discuss in my book, The Secret Behind Secret Societies, once told me, “’Normal’ is like taking a wonderful meal, all the parts of it, and putting them together in a grinder and reducing them to a gray mixture. “’Normal’ is the gray stuff. It’s forgetting what you had before.”

Forgetting what you had before.

“Enhanced reality,” “magical reality,” was what we had before.

Since that 1974 experience, I’ve worked on developing exercises that bring us back toward enhanced reality, because information is half of the process of understanding Matrix. The other half is daily practice that yields the actual experience of awake consciousness. I’ve included exercises designed for that purpose in Exit From the Matrix.

For this work, I have to thank, in part, Jack True and several of his patients, who showed me that expanded perception of reality is factual, it can be integrated into life, and it is normal in the best sense of that word.

The investigation of Matrix inevitably leads back to Tibet where, 1500 years ago, exiled teachers from India, who had challenged major premises of the academic culture in their home country, wandered into Tibet and started “schools.”

These schools were very practical in nature. They taught that one’s own experience was paramount, and exercises designed to increase creative power would open doors and reveal secrets about the basis of reality, secrets that had been buried under a welter of ideas that added up to political control.

For a period of time, in Tibet, the control was removed, and as I would put it, infinity was laid out in full view, for those who wanted to see it.

The machinery of the Matrix was set aside, like a foolish joke.

Everything I’ve been doing for the past 20 years is unalterably committed to the conviction that we, now, can provide the punchline to the joke. And live at another level.

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Category Archives: Matrix Revealed

Insanity in the poisoned society

Introduction to The Matrix Revealed

The individual vs. the planned society

Forgotten languages: how I put together Exit From the Matrix

Paranormal You

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The hidden paranormal people

The paranormal as an object of ridicule, scorn, and fear

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