Who are the “experts” promoting the loss of Prop 37?

 

WHO ARE THE “EXPERTS” PROMOTING THE LOSS OF PROP 37?

by Jon Rappoport

November 15, 2012

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You want to go inside the Prop 37 campaign? I can take you there for a peek.

The foot soldiers on the ground are flat broke. They’re exhausted, played out, they’ve spent their own money and in many case they haven’t been reimbursed. Some of them are now without homes. They’ve given everything to the cause, and they’re tapped out—psychologically, physically, emotionally, and in every other way.

They went for it in a way few people can understand. Now they see the vote projections and numbers, and they throw up their hands. If they can even think straight, after a battle like this, it’s a miracle.

Well, this is what happens in a long campaign. It’s not pretty at the end.

Thanks should go out to these people, these grassroots people who ran straight at the wall because they believed in their cause, and then finally hit the wall.

They gave their all.

But far above them, within the ranks of Prop 37, there are others who controlled the action. They’re not sweating things too badly right now. They bankrolled the campaign, in some cases. They called the shots. Most importantly, they hired the pollsters many months ago who decided how the campaign would be run.

Now we’re getting to the heart of things. These big shots hired pollsters who told them, “There is one and only one way to win Prop 37. Focus on people’s right to know what’s in their food. That’s it. Don’t focus on anything else.”

That might sound right, on the surface, but there was one very serious problem. The foot soldiers, the people who made up most of the 37 campaign, had a different view. They wanted more.

They wanted to show people how genetically modified food could injure people’s health. They wanted to educate the people of California about the whole deal. They were right to want that.

Lots and lots of people don’t know why they need to know about GMOs.

So the YES ON 37 ground troops were alienated.

They waited out in the rain while the big shots decided how the 37 campaign would be done. And those big shots are now saying—because they’ve consulted with their pollsters and other pros—that the election is lost. The numbers are impossible to reverse. “Nothing to see here, move along.”

I’ve proven how wrong that is.

https://blog.nomorefakenews.com/2012/11/14/prop-37-the-top-7-reasons-not-to-believe-the-vote-count/

Right now, we’re dealing with a smokescreen that is being launched to make people believe Prop 37 is over, it’s lost, and there is no chance of it winning, as California counts the outstanding votes this month.

This smokescreen is filled with projections and numbers and percentages. “If YES ON 37 gets 62% of the remaining votes, but is trailing by 600,000 votes right now, there is no chance…”

Blah-blah.

My previous article, “Prop 37: The top 7 reasons not to believe the vote-count,” explains how this election could easily have been stolen, electronically, and why there was every reason to do it.

The “smokescreen articles” all share a common feature.

They take the votes that remain to be counted (2.3 million at my last count) and project what percentage of those votes would have to go to YES ON 37, in order to secure a victory.

Then they conclude: 66%, or 70%, or 75% of the uncounted votes would have to go YES, and they confidently say this will never happen.

They entirely miss the point. These people are entirely ignorant about electronic vote fraud.

I’ll say this for the hundredth time: the fraud isn’t simply about the votes that remain to be counted.

This is about the votes that have already been counted.

May I repeat that? Fraud is about the votes that have already been counted.

It’s about the votes that have already been counted, that are now being counted, that will be counted.

The fraud would be electronic. It’s computer fraud. It invents vote-counts. From the get-go, it invents votes and changes vote totals.

It’s virtual invented reality for the masses.

As I explained in my previous article, this kind of fraud was already an obvious possibility and, in fact, a reality in California elections. That’s why the secretary of state of CA, in 2007, ordered a “top-to-bottom” review of all electronic voting systems currently in use in the state.

And that’s why the review was done, and that’s why the review showed that four different electronic voting systems had fatal flaws.

So all this nonsense about “how many votes remain to be counted” in the Prop 37 election, and “what percentage of those votes would have to say YES ON 37”…all that is misguided and foolish and wrong-headed and irrelevant.

Of course, the people who are writing these “expert” articles and making these “expert” projections are quite sure they understand the voting game. They believe they are right on top of things.

They want to accept the premise that vote-counts and elections are on the up-and-up and honest. They are dedicated to that premise.

There are some very talented hackers out there who are laughing so hard they’re falling off their chairs.

The YES ON 37 leaders’ fatal flaw? They believed in the sanctity of the voting system. The experts who were advising them and are still advising them are guiding them in exactly the wrong direction.

When you walk into the mouth of the dragon holding a flashlight and a pint of water, to put out the fire in his mouth, there is something wrong with your premise.

The dragon is all the people and all the force that wants GMO food to reign supreme on planet Earth. Labeling food so people can know whether it’s genetically engineered could deal a powerful body blow to those forces.

Any sane person knows these forces would do anything to stop the tide of anti-GMO conviction spreading across the world. An election? Electronically rigging a vote? Of course. Just another day at the office.

Electronic vote fraud has absolutely nothing to do with conventional projections of how votes will turn out or percentages or predictions. All that is based on an honest system.

Face it, from the time the first crooked high priest lied to his sheep about his divine mandate; to the machine pol in New York buying votes and sending out goons to beat up opposition voters; all the way to the present computer takeover of the election process, the watchword has been: corruption.

If you can’t understand and accept that, you need a very serious reality check.

Let me say it plainly: the people who think of themselves as experts and are assuring you that the numbers rule out a victory for Prop 37…those people are dead wrong.

Remember Orwell’s 1984? At the end, we learn the whole objective of the leaders is to make rebels love the State. Not just accept it. Love it.

I detect this now. Love the election system. Don’t just assume it’s above board. Love it.

People have a hard time giving up something they think they love.

But they need to. They need to do it now.

But…but you see, with two million votes still uncounted, if we get 60% of the vote, we still lose. Even 65%…we still don’t make it. We lose. We have to heal and move on. We have to live to fight another day…even with 70%, let me check those numbers again…yes, we still lose…it’s…we have no chance…just let it go…”

Go ahead, drink the Kool-Aid if you want to.

But instead I invite you to wake up. If you can.

The YES ON 37 leaders are listening to their pros, their pollsters, their experts. Again, that’s their fatal error.

And they’re in danger of making the same mistake as they move on to the state of Washington, to mount a new campaign to label GMO food. Don’t think the election there can be electronically manipulated? You’re dreaming.

The kind of pre-election “vote-fraud” analysis you’ve been doing, to head off fraud at the pass? Useless. You’re using people who aren’t talented enough. You need to bring in the heavyweights, the people who can hack into anything.

Publicly, with FBI and other law-enforcement types present, and with the press there, you have to show that the election system can be hacked. Demonstrate it.

Come into the 21st century.

Jon Rappoport

The author of an explosive collection, THE MATRIX REVEALED, 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

IS CHOOSING TO BE VICTIM A TABOO SUBJECT?

 

IS CHOOSING TO BE A VICTIM A TABOO SUBJECT?

By Jon Rappoport

November 1, 2012

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Some people apparently think there are no fake victims, only real ones.

 

They believe that if all the oppression in the world were magically lifted tomorrow, people would suddenly become independent.

 

I don’t believe that. I raise these issues because I think it’s time for some honest input.

 

When I went to junior high school (it wasn’t “middle school” then, and “junior” wasn’t considered a dangerous pejorative that could ruin young minds), the concept of a victim, as we use it now, didn’t exist.

 

Can you imagine it? There was no special ed. There were no federal funds paid out for each “specially abled” child. No one used the word “victim.” There was no such thing as ADHD. There was no such thing as a clinically depressed child. There were no shrinks hovering around ready to make diagnoses and dispense drugs.

 

This junior high had a cross-section of kids from different economic and ethnic backgrounds. There were rich kids, middle-class kids, and poor kids. There were white kids and black kids. There were Italian kids and Jewish kids and WASP kids.

 

Did cruel things occasionally happen? Were there a few bullies? Yes. Was it paradise every day? No. Were there injustices? Yes. But all in all, it was a good school. Kids learned. Kids had fun. Most of the teachers were fair and just.

 

Beyond a shadow of a doubt, more learning took place in that school than in a comparable school today. It wasn’t even close, by any reasonable standard of measurement, like literacy.

 

And in terms of the kids feeling safe and free (as free as anyone can be in a school), again it was no contest. Things were better then than they are now.

 

The word victim was never used. Kids didn’t wear victimhood like a badge. It didn’t take a village. We didn’t have the incomparable advantage of knowing we were all on Spaceship Earth, and yet we did well.

 

We somehow managed to struggle through without being taught about sex in the classroom. No one told us about the need to respect every point of view. In fact, there was no social training at all. We never sat around in class and had group discussions with the teacher.

 

We all knew the principal was an idiot. We knew who the bad teachers were and who the good teachers were. The good teachers just taught their subjects.

 

By today’s standards, we were living in the Stone Age. Yet, we got through it. We weren’t ever treated as victims, and we didn’t know what victims were. Kids understood they either succeeded or failed. If they failed, they didn’t make it to the next grade. It was stark and simple. No one objected.

 

Yes, in some respects, school was a real pain in the neck, but we bit the bullet and kept on going.

 

If someone from the future had showed up and told us about ADHD and what it was, and what the drugs were, we would have called him crazy. We would have laughed him into oblivion.

 

Flash forward 60 years…

 

Oh, but now there are so many more distractions. TV, computers, the Internet, cell phones. And drugs, porn, divorced parents, guns, junk food, advertising. Kids today need more help. They need more caring adults.”

 

No, actually, kids need schools where the rules are simple and stark. You learn or you don’t learn. You behave or you don’t behave. You aren’t a victim.

 

Over the last 60 years, a culture of victimhood has become a major industry. This culture, as it turns out, doesn’t really solve very much at all. It engenders more problems. It invents endless excuses. It piles up bullshit to the level of every kid’s eyes. It gives a kid an out.

 

The people who promote victimhood make their living by promoting victimhood. That’s the clue. They’re hustlers.

 

There are a few fuzzy boundaries when you differentiate between a real victim and a phony one. It isn’t perfect. Nothing is. There is no system that can protect everybody. But, all in all, you’re far better off unloading the victim culture than you are expanding it.

 

And expanding it is what happens when the pros and hustlers take over. They’re liars right down to their shoes.

 

Parents are complicit. They’re looking for an out, too. They want to have outside people make sure their kids are all right.

 

It all comes down to this: if you perceive that society has become a bad place for your family, for you, do you insist that everything has to be changed before you can thrive, or do you take the bull by the horns? Do you choose victimhood, or do you choose independence?

 

In recent months, we’ve learned that the federal government and its allies consider people who are against central authority a potential threat.

 

Translation: if you don’t go along with the culture of victimhood, you’re a monkey wrench in the machinery of progress. You’re standing up for yourself. You’re not absolutely relying on outside sources to solve your problems.

 

Once upon a time, self-reliance was a given. In order for it to be a given, there had to be a concomitant principle: if you don’t rely on yourself, you’re going to be in trouble. The two ideas go together.

 

People accepted this.

 

You pass your courses or you fail and repeat the grade.

 

That wasn’t considered an onerous burden. It was a fact of life.

 

Then, there was a change. “I” was replaced by “we.” That was the “new idea.” It sounded good. It sounded interesting. It sounded hopeful.

 

But it was a con. The “we” was fake. It wasn’t about cooperation in a family or in a real community. It was high-flying and political. It was vague.

 

It was an out. It was a way to choose victimhood. In fact, it became, over time, a way for voluntary victims to bond with one another. “We’re all in this together, we’re in bad shape, and we need help.”

 

And help arrived. It arrived, along many fronts, in the form of the removal of the need to be a strong individual.

 

That was the key in the lock that opened the door, so the old culture of self-reliance could flow into the sea and disappear.

 

But there are real victims!” people say. Of course there are. Since there are oppressors, there are victims. But I’m not talking about that. I’m not talking about that at all. I’m talking about choice, about choosing to enter the dim realm of the put-upon.

 

And if you don’t think many, many people have made that choice, you’re not watching. In fact, there is a good chance you’re just glazing over inside the vast culture of victimhood and letting it wash over you.

 

There’s a chance you’re letting your own power drip away, and you don’t really care.

 

When I was in ninth grade, my teacher told us what deus ex machina meant. God from the machine. It was a dramatic device through which, in a play, the characters were rescued from their terrible troubles, at the last minute, from Above. It was a cheap trick.

 

Well, there are millions of people who, after choosing victimhood, have come to believe in deus ex machina. One way or another, the cavalry will come over the hill. They count on this. The cosmic lottery ticket will turn up.

 

Just wait long enough, and the payoff will appear.

 

This has NOTHING to do with cooperation in small groups or families. It has everything to do with a gathering malaise. It has everything to do with the expanding culture of victimhood.

 

My father grew up in the Bronx. When he was 11, his father died. My father had to quit school. He was then the head of the family, which included his mother and sister and his younger brother.

 

Helped to learn how to look out for himself by a private charity, he found a job sweeping floors in a textile factory. He eventually moved up the ladder and became the chief salesman and designer and a partner in the firm.

 

For a number of years, he was a staunch socialist. But eventually, he said, he realized that forcing everyone to be equal didn’t work. Some people would always game the system. Some people would always find a way to make the system stronger and the individual weaker. Some people would use the system to give a leg up to their cronies.

 

Worse than any of this, a whole culture would emerge, a culture designed to provide people with a way to fall back on their weakest instincts, a culture that would eventually become violent and vicious, because it would encourage massive self-esteem based on nothing.

 

Combine that culture with rampant obsessive consumerism and you have a volatile mix that destroys minds.

 

And there is a ready excuse for every shortfall, an excuse for every shortcoming and every crime—with parasitic intellectuals inventing newer and newer reasons to exonerate all behaviors everywhere, under the flag of tolerance and understanding and even freedom.

 

Do we need liberation from oppressive criminals and their systems? Of course. Do we need liberation from our own individual self-diminishing surrender to passivity?

 

More than ever.

 

Jon Rappoport

The author of an explosive collection, THE MATRIX REVEALED, 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

POLISHING YOUR VICTIM STORY

 

POLISHING YOUR VICTIM STORY

by Jon Rappoport

October 30, 2012

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No, I’m not talking about Hurricane Sandy. I’m talking about something much more widespread.

 

If you haven’t realized it already, kids these days are growing up with the full knowledge that victims get ahead. Therefore, they have to find and hone and polish a story that will serve them well in life.

 

It could be anything from ADHD to Bipolar to “my parents got divorced, what do you expect?”

 

It’s not just about telling a story, either. They have to live out at least part of it, to gain cred.

 

So the kid steals. Or he throws tantrums. Or he gets bad grades in school, on purpose. Or, in certain circles, he pulls a trigger and somebody dies.

 

In the mental health department, he has 297 official mental disorders to choose from. It’s a banquet.

 

You can say the kid is too young to really know what he’s doing, and the parents and teachers and doctors are to blame, and that’s partly true. But unfortunately, the kid is, in fact, doing it. He is constructing a victim myth for himself. Later in life, he’ll find more sophisticated cover stories, and at some point the chickens will come home to roost. He’ll deteriorate as an adult, it won’t be pretty to watch.

 

Every once in a while, when a reader decides I haven’t been sufficiently sympathetic to victims, he’ll write and remind me of all the people in the world who are screwing over other people. Screwers like the government, the corporations, the big non-profit foundations, the banks, the generals, the intelligence agencies, the 20 families who own the planet, the secret societies, the doctors, the insurance companies, the right wingers or left wingers…

 

I have no problem with that. As a reporter, I’ve been covering these criminals for the past 30 years.

 

But I also know that self-made victims (as opposed to the people who are really being trampled on a daily basis) will blame major criminals to keep themselves weak and powerless. It’s a con. It’s a game.

 

Yes, this is an unpleasant subject. It’s also a basic element of human psychology, untouched by “mental-health professionals.” These pros feed off of, and in fact create, victims by the truckload. It’s good for business.

 

Several times, in print, I’ve called the 21st century the Century of the Brain. Ultimately, researchers want to say everyone is a victim of his own brain, and chemicals need to be applied to cure the inherent problem.

 

But on the other side, we now have many, many able-bodied people who are looking for an out. They’re looking for an acceptable way to predict and explain their failure and obtain freebies and sympathy.

 

Since the beginning of this election season, I’ve been saying that both candidates are shills for big government. We can go back many, many decades and then come back up the line and see that the federal government has been spreading like a fungus. It’s more than alarming.

 

However, it’s interesting that this election has been framed, as a story, about personal initiative and responsibility versus dependence and victimhood. This shows that people still think about these things. The amnesia and narcosis aren’t total. Not yet.

 

But at this rate, unless some fundamental change occurs, there will come a day when even the legend of personal liberty and responsibility will die out. At that point, a presidential election will look like an overt fire sale. It will be one set of freebies for victims versus another set.

 

Do you want the Democratic flat screen and car or the Republican Hawaiian vacation and the buttock implants?

 

The presidential debates will consist of competing late-night infomercials.

 

Parents who can afford it will be hiring victim consultants to tutor their little darlings, so they can choose stories that, later in life, will land them the most freebies.

 

Amidst the protests and uproar, the government will decide that every child, no matter how little money his parents make, deserves a civil servant to advocate for him and promote and shape his future as a disabled creature.

 

This is precisely what’s happening now in the mental-health arena. Last week, I reported on psychiatrists who are dispensing ADHD drugs to children in low-income neighborhoods, to effect “social justice.”

 

Since these MD morons assume the drugs actually do improve school performance over the long run, they want to close the gap between poorer and richer kids.

 

You see, it’s already SOP in middle-class homes to seek out shrinks who will make ADHD diagnoses for their privileged kids and give them the “performance-enhancing” drugs before crucial exams.

 

This must not stand, say the shrinks. No, the poorer kids deserve their (toxic) Ritalin and Adderall, too. You can’t pretend to be a victim in Shaker Heights or Scarsdale unless you can be exactly the same kind of victim in Watts or Southside Chicago.

 

By that logic, if little Jimmy who lives on Park Avenue can wear a $500 helmet whenever he leaves the house, in case a couch falls out of an apartment window and hits him on the head, then a child who is growing up in a ruined neighborhood in Detroit should also have the same quality of helmet. For free.

 

If little Jimmy can receive 55 doses of vaccines by the time he’s six, so he can be poisoned by the load of chemicals and contaminants in the shots, then his little opposite in Harlem should be allowed to get the same 55 doses for free.

 

If a white newborn baby, who is injected with the Hepatitis B vaccine before he leaves the hospital, can be “protected” against a disease transmitted only through sex or IV street-drugs, then a black baby should have the same protection.

 

Indisputable logic in an insane society.

 

So polish your kids’ victim tale. Many goodies await.

 

In the future, if victimhood and dependence on government are universal, there’ll be no need to have people around who make a good living on their own. Since dependence is a more basic goal, why bother? Just put a cap on maximum allowed salary and profit.

 

What we now call the safety net will become the only net.

 

I recall two kids I grew up with. This was back in the stone age, when things were quite different. These two boys shared several features. They were very smart. They wore thick glasses. Physically, they were very uncoordinated. During every game, they were placed off to the side, where they’d do the least possible damage.

 

They were, at times, razzed mercilessly. From the blank paralyzed expressions on their faces, they didn’t take it well. It was quite painful to them. I think there were moments when they became absolutely desperate, but they didn’t voice it. They just stood there and took it. No one came to their rescue. It was bad.

 

If then were now, these two boys would be diagnosed, at the very least, with clinical depression. Because they seemed, at moments, abstracted and detached, they might be labeled ADHD as well.

 

And with psychologists on hand to “draw out their feelings,” they would be encouraged to think of themselves as victims.

 

They would get SSRI antidepressants and perhaps Ritalin. The SSRIs might push them over the edge into suicide. If not, they might be given powerful anti-psychotics (neuroleptics), like Haldol or Risperdal. These drugs cause motor brain damage.

 

But because they lived and grew up in a more “primitive age,” they made it through. And they became quite successful in later life.

 

They escaped the victim trap. As children they were treated cruelly, but they escaped.

 


Here is a modern child who didn’t. This story is related by Dr. Peter Breggin, the author of the classic, Toxic Psychiatry.

 

Roberta was a college student, getting good grades, mostly A’s, when she first became depressed and sought psychiatric help at the recommendation of her university health service. She was eighteen at the time, bright and well motivated, and a very good candidate for psychotherapy. She was going through a sophomore-year identity crisis about dating men, succeeding in school, and planning a future. She could have thrived with a sensitive therapist who had an awareness of women’s issues.

 

Instead of moral support and insight, her doctor gave her Haldol. Over the next four years, six different physicians watched her deteriorate neurologically without warning her or her family about tardive dyskinesia [motor brain damage] and without making the [tardive dyskinesia] diagnosis, even when she was overtly twitching in her arms and legs. Instead they switched her from one neuroleptic to another, including Navane, Stelazine, and Thorazine. Eventually a rehabilitation therapist became concerned enough to send her to a general physician, who made the diagnosis [of medical drug damage]. By then she was permanently physically disabled, with a loss of 30 percent of her IQ.

 

“…my medical evaluation described her condition: Roberta is a grossly disfigured and severely disabled human being who can no longer control her body. She suffers from extreme writhing movements and spasms involving the face, head, neck, shoulders, limbs, extremities, torso, and back-nearly the entire body. She had difficulty standing, sitting, or lying down, and the difficulties worsen as she attempts to carry out voluntary actions. At one point she could not prevent her head from banging against nearby furniture. She could hold a cup to her lip only with great difficulty. Even her respiratory movements are seriously afflicted so that her speech comes out in grunts and gasps amid spasms of her respiratory muscles…Roberta may improve somewhat after several months off the neuroleptic drugs, but she will never again have anything remotely resembling a normal life.”


This is the kinder, gentler society. This is care and share. This is prevention and intervention. This is It Takes a Village. This is “we’re all in this together.” This is the land of the victim.

For this, we are told we have to give up old-fashioned notions of self-reliance and independence as brutal remnants of a bygone era.

It is not only the pharmaceutical juggernaut that seeks to make profit from the manufacture of victims. The street-drug business also needs people to enshrine victimhood as their defining identity, which is exactly what happens when a person becomes addicted to meth or heroin or cocaine crack.

The Mexican-US border remains wide open because the tonnage of street drugs must flow. It has nothing to do with “concern for victim immigrants.” That is just the cover story. The drugs must move so the banks that launder drug money can stay afloat. (See Former Arizona State Senator Karen Johnson’s article, “Drug Cartel, Terrorists, and Banks,”)

There are two sides to this basic coin. One, people make themselves into victims. Two, government-corporate-syndicate-propaganda forces encourage victimhood. It’s big, big business.

Finally, I’d be remiss in failing to point out the rising trend in “victims claiming they’re not victims.” Many of these people assert this revelation happily, as if they’ve just discovered buried treasure in their back yards. It’s astonishing. I’m talking, for example, about women who opt for “prophylactic” mastectomies.

There is no diagnosis of cancer at all. The women choose to have one or both breasts removed to “minimize their later cancer risk.”

A study done in New York State inferred that, among all mastectomies performed, the percentage of prophylactic mastectomies rose over a decade by about 250%.

Well, I could have thought of myself as a victim, but I realized I was doing a really good thing. I was, in my own small way, a hero. I want all women to know about their options…”

Look for this joyous self-mutilation trend to accelerate in the coming years. It will be accepted as blandly as these preventive breast surgeries are now.

Last year, nine hundred perfectly healthy Americans had their legs removed in operating rooms. They opted for the amputations to make a statement. If some people somewhere can’t walk, neither can I…”

Jon Rappoport

The author of an explosive collection, THE MATRIX REVEALED, 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 TYRANNY OF “WHAT ALREADY EXISTS”

 

THE TYRANNY OF “WHAT ALREADY EXISTS”

by Jon Rappoport

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OCTOBER 24, 2012. We want to know what exists. We want to know it at the bottom of the sea and out in the stars and within our own minds and in realms outside the normal channels of perception. Of course we want to journey to those places and find out what’s there.

 

We search for design and pattern and structure and system, in order to reach the highest kind of knowledge about existence.

 

We need to add a different platform.

 

Design, structure, system, and shape are not the end of the voyage. They are objectives that serve lesser goals. They are real and very useful and fine and good—but they are limited.

 

People who are obsessed with What Exists don’t see that. They think the structure and system are the grandest end-points.

 

This obsession is a deep part of human programming. When operating at full-bore, it obscures the farther shore.

 

It absorbs people with magnetic force.

 

It limits power.

 

When the goal of discovering-what-exists takes over to the point of obsession, it forms a mesh of reality that surrounds us.

 

It is the meta-program that allows the matrix to have strength.

 

It is the input that keeps the whole matrix humming.

 

It’s interesting to reflect on those three famous Matrix films, and how they disintegrate step by step, from the discovery of the reality-prison—and the rush of adrenaline which ensues—on to the mindless war—as if that kind of struggle will actually free anyone.

 

The collapse of the storyline mirrors what happens when the impulse to see through to the Final Structure tries to continue past that point: there is nowhere to go.

 

Why? Because the heroes are really only armed with the all-consuming desire to uncover What Exists. Beyond that, they are clueless.

 

There is something about that voyage that degrades like an element with a very short half-life. It sputters out. The heroes revert back to older, more basic programming. Fight, conquer territory, defend, attack.

 

One: the thrill of profound discovery. Two: then the feeling of vacuum and confusion. Three: then the reversion back to primitive hatreds. With that sequence—now you are talking about the real Matrix.

 

In the arena of genetic research, there is the hope that, someday, we will find a gene which will somehow “wake up” all the dormant circuits in the brain—and then we will gain back fantastic insight and power. But based on what scientists have so far unearthed, is there any reason to believe this? Or is it just one more illusion which propels us forward on the voyage of discovery?

 

Literature, plays, films, and television are littered with stories that contain a mystery—and at the end comes the payoff, when the mystery is solved, when we find out What Exists.

 

For a moment, the audience is absorbed, and then there is the let down.

 

It’s as if a voyage through a rich forest suddenly ended in a vacuum, in a Nothing.

 

As long as the secret and the mystery can be prolonged, as long as What Exists can be postponed, you have the audience with you. But when the solution is revealed, all you have is the thirst for another mystery. “Tell us more! Tell us another one! Give us another puzzle!”

 

An ancient manuscript, an unexplored cave, a probe sent to a distant planet…there is a powerful desire to come to the punch line…and then…boredom edges in.

 

I once had a conversation with a modern guru in the field of self-improvement. He is a very successful author and lecturer. At one point, he said, essentially: You know, I have nothing left. I’ve written these books, I’ve told my audiences what they need to know. They keep wanting more. The next book, the next lecture. I’m tired. I don’t have any more secrets. They don’t really want to know what works in their lives. They want stories. They want the thrill of the hunt for the next big thing. But when they get it, I can see them go over the edge into depression…

 

It’s a paradox. People want to massage a secret, they want it to be solved and yet, when it’s solved, they don’t care anymore. But if you give them a real secret, one that doesn’t resolve, one that challenges them in a different way, they throw up their hands and give up. They claim they “don’t understand.”

 

Several years ago, I went to the Vatican, to the Sistine Chapel, to see the Michelangelo fresco. I sat in the room with several hundred other visitors. We all craned our necks, looking at the famous ceiling. I’m sure that for many of those people, it was the fulfillment of a dream: to finally witness the greatness of one of the most famous works of art on the planet.

 

Afterwards, outside in the corridor, I watched them leave. What I saw on their faces was a neutrality tinged with boredom.

 

The mystery was solved. They had seen the thing in person, finally. They had found out What Exists. It was the end.

 

I’m sketching here the anatomy of The Voyage to Discover What Exists.

 

It is one of the great enduring passions. But it has a vast and gaping downside. The payoff melts into a sagging passivity. “Well, that’s over. What’s next?”

 

Remember the Mike Nichols film, The Graduate? In that middle-class drama, the young Benjamin goes to extreme lengths to win Elaine, the daughter of Mrs. Robinson. He storms into Elaine’s wedding; she deserts her fiancee. Outside the church, Ben and Elaine catch a bus and take their seats in the back. As the film ends, Ben just sits there. He has captured the prize. He stares vaguely at nothing. No joy. Only a blank.

 

Here is a statement attributed to Nobel Laureate Albert Szent- Gyorgyi (1937 Prize for Physiology and Medicine): “In my search for the secret of life, I ended up with atoms and electrons, which have no life at all. Somewhere along the line, life has run out through my fingers. So, in my old age, I am now retracing my steps…”

 

Something that appears so right and so real and so entrancing, the attempt to nail down What Exists, has such a strange result.

 

What is going on?

 

How many seekers after the grand conspiracy behind all conspiracies become bogged down in their own journey, especially after they believe they have the answers to their ultimate questions? How many travelers along this road decide their findings add up to a portrait of a hopeless locked-down future, from which no one can escape—and then give up the whole enterprise in disgust and disillusionment?

 

How many people will fall into a weary swamp after December 21, 2012 (the fabled end of the Mayan calendar), passes and the revelation, the secret they have been chasing, doesn’t yield up the kind of personal illumination they were counting on?

 

Many years ago, a friend told me about a UFO cult that had existed somewhere in the Midwest, in the 1920s. The leader informed her followers that a great ship was coming to take them all away to a better place, a wonderful planet. The date and time were set. The leader had been receiving instructions from alien ET guides.

 

On this basis, all the members of the cult sold their houses and belongings (as if money would be useful on Planet X?). On the appointed date, the group was sitting in room, waiting for the ship to arrive. After several delays, the leader emerged from another room and said the UFO guides had just told her they weren’t coming after all, because the catastrophe that was supposed to decimate Earth had been sidetracked and avoided.

 

So there they were, sitting in a room, all dressed up with nowhere to go (and nowhere to live).

 

The result? The effort at recruiting new members expanded, and the cult grew! The leader told them a new story about what was coming in the wonderful years ahead—a new mystery was in progress.

 

THE OBSESSION TO DISCOVER WHAT EXISTS.

 

What Exists is, on a significant level, the greatest con game ever invented.

 

Everyone wants to chase down WHAT EXISTS and reveal it.

 

If Jesus really survived the crucifixion or was never hung on the cross, and escaped the Middle East, and if he married and had children, and if those children had children, and if that bloodline still exists…

 

Ten or 20 years after this “great secret is exposed”…how many of the millions of people who were originally galvanized by it still care or think about it….it’s old hat…we want another story…tell us another story….

 

Well, here is a different story:

 

The human being was placed in a universe that appeared to beg for discovery of its secrets.

 

The die was cast. Humans would forever try to satisfy that hunger.

 

They would never suspect there was another way. They would never graduate, through a fundamental shifting of gears, up on to another echelon.

 

They would never guess that you have to game the system that is rigged to defeat you.

 

You have to turn the con around.

 

If things (life) are designed to subvert you…BECOME A DESIGNER.

 

If What Exists proves to be an endless labyrinth, landing you, finally, back at the starting gate…INVENT WHAT EXISTS.

 

If reality is created to gobble you up in a voyage for answers and solutions…CREATE REALITY.

 

Turn the tables.

 

Move beyond only discovering What Exists, and recognize that voyage was the primary reason you kept yourself in the dark about your own creative power.

 

Understand, once and for all, that every system is another version of What Exists…they are murals you attach yourself to like barnacles on a ship.

 

Freedom is the platform from which imagination can spread out infinitely.

 

The universe is waiting for imagination to revolutionize it down to its core.

 

…I call them the SOB People. In this case, SOB stands for State of Being. You may recall that the verb “to be” and all its forms is labeled “the state of being” verb. It expresses no action.

 

It’s about Is. It’s about What Exists.

 

The SOB People love What Exists. They pray at that altar every day.

 

The SOB People look at imagination as an activity like the re-arranging of deck chairs. For them, nothing new ever occurs. Invention merely puts together what is already known. Invention takes ideas and images and fits them together in different ways. The present is only a redistribution of the past.

 

They are married forever to What Exists. They stake out their territory there. “Nothing new under the sun.” They take pride in this view. They think it makes them very wise.

 

Actually it deteriorates their lives and energy one drop at a time.

 

In their graves and beyond, they keep mouthing, “What Already Exists, What Already Exists, What Already Exists.”

 

A conversation with an SOB Person can be like talking to a meat grinder. When you emerge at the other end, you want to jump into a pool and drown.

 

Teachers in writing classes and seminars often tell their students, “Write about what you know.” This pearl has stalled large numbers of aspiring authors. I would tell them, “Write about anything you want to—especially what you don’t know.”

 

From the perspective of ordinary reality, imagination is all about what is impossible. If that sounds like a koan, chew on it for a while.

 

Imagination is that faculty that can raise the dead.

 

Imagination can give rise to the spontaneous creation of what has never been before.

 

Imagination shifts the whole emphasis of living from the discovery of What Exists to the creation of something new, a new reality(ies).

 

Imagination decimates the entire library of human programming.

 

With imagination, you aren’t buying a story; you’re inventing countless numbers of stories.

 

But this invention isn’t just aimless ruminating—you create something new, you express something new, and you propel it into the world.

 

Without that, you float in a sea of gauze.

 

Of course, there is fear of the New.

 

People think something terrible might happen if they invent something new. Their friends might ridicule them. The whole universe might suddenly collapse. Their minds might shred.

 

This is where human programming really bites hard. This programming assumes and asserts that, with enough voyaging, with enough discovery, one can find the Ultimate, one can find “everything that needs to be found.”

 

Whereas the truth is: you can create infinitely.

 

AND WHAT YOU CREATE IS NEW.

 

Jon Rappoport

The author of an explosive collection, THE MATRIX REVEALED, 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

EVEN WHEN PEOPLE WAKE UP THEY DON’T WAKE UP

 

EVEN WHEN PEOPLE WAKE UP, THEY DON’T WAKE UP

by Jon Rappoport

October 20, 2012

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An old professor of mine once told me that the purpose of learning was to “escape.”

 

He said that insight was the experience which would lead you beyond a system that was trapping your mind.

 

He gave a very interesting informal lecture to a group of us about the dawning age of science. He put us at the threshold of the great change, when people began to realize that science was real, that it worked.

 

So,” he said, “imagine you’re living then. You absorb some of this new scientific method, and the more you think about it, the more you see that superstition is a skin you can shed. It’s quite a discovery.

 

You track this new thing called science, you roll it around in your mind, you grasp what the experimental method is, and you suddenly break through. You reach a new level. You don’t need all those superstitious habits anymore. You can look with clearer eyes.

 

At that point, you’re awake. I hope you understand this is the purpose of learning, to make that breakthrough. That’s why learning is a serious thing. It’s not just a game.”

 

Fifteen years later, spurred by several articles on American politics, and some comments from an American original, Karl Hess, I came to one of those threshold moments: If people on the political right moved far enough to the right, they’d see the insanity of big government and its embrace with big corporations. If people on the left moved far enough to the left, they’d see that big government and its corporate partners were solidly and unalterably against individual freedom.

 

And then, those people who had gone far enough in their chosen left or right directions “would meet around the back of the barn.” I believe this was a phrase Karl Hess used.

 

At that moment, the whole left-right division crumbled in my mind.

 

I was “out of the system.”

 

To one degree or another, in one way or another, many Americans catch a glimpse or a full-on view of this false political dichotomy. When they do, they wake up.

 

Then comes an election season. Two actors take the stage and run for president.

 

The veil that was lifted drops again. The people who woke up go back to sleep. The freedom of escaping the system now looks dangerous. “This time,” in this election, the issues are just too important. Sitting on the sidelines is not an option. And so on and so forth.

 

If there were a few hundred thousand citizens packed together at the back of the barn, their ranks quickly thin out. People flee so they can vote for one of the two actors.

 

They re-enroll in the system.

 

I thought I wanted freedom. But now I realize how foolish that was.”

 

Here is my image: there are three men on a modest boat at sea. A lefty, a righty, and a neutral. Things seem to be going well. It’s a nice cruise. The boat keeps slowing down, but not to worry. It’s still moving, and the weather’s fine.

 

Then one morning, just after breakfast, the neutral is walking on the deck and he sees…something different. In a second, he realizes what he’s seeing has been this way since the outset of the trip, only now, for the first time, he’s noticing it.

 

The lefty is chopping holes in the boat with an ax. So is the righty.

 

The neutral begins yelling. He tries to take the axes out of the hands of these lunatics, but he isn’t strong enough.

 

Finally, the lefty and the righty stop chopping and come over to him. They begin talking in reasonable voices. They tell him that the boat is in danger, yes, but not for the reasons he, the neutral, believes.

 

No, the lefty is the problem. No, the righty is the problem. They tell him there is a very serious debate here, and he, the neutral, has to choose sides, because the survival of all three of them is at stake. That’s the true situation.

 

In other words, “for the good of all,” the neutral has to reject what he was just seeing with his own eyes. There was no chopping. There were no axes. Water isn’t pouring into the boat.

 

Hmm, the neutral thinks. There are two of them and there is one of me. They are the majority. Nothing can change that. Two against one.

 

But the two of them are opposed to each other. I have to cast the deciding vote. I have a grave and important responsibility.”

 

The neutral was awake, but he didn’t wake up.

 

So he goes back to sleep, and in his haze he listens the arguments of the lefty and the righty. At first, they sound like gibberish. He struggles to make sense of them.

 

Eventually, he figures out why their assertions seem so garbled. He’s seeing into their true character, and he can separate what they’re saying from their actual intentions. He can see the deception. He can watch the words float by like absurd little balloons.

 

So, accepting his new responsibility, the neutral shuts down that part of his own perception that can assess character. He turns it off. Instead, he just concentrates on the words.

 

That’s better. Now the words have some degree of meaning. He can “score” them. He can put THESE words into THIS category and THOSE words into THAT category. Better.

 

Yes. Much better.

 

Of course, the neutral doesn’t notice that his eyes are closed and he’s snoring. He doesn’t register that. As water continues to pour into the boat, he’s hearing the words and he finds them interesting, even intriguing.

 

He believes he’s getting a grip on what politics are all about.

 

The whole point of emerging from the hypnotic tunnel of deception is to stay emerged. That’s called progress. To go back and hide in same tunnel is counter-productive, to say the least. It’s self-induced narcosis.

 

For millenia, what we now call the controlled media have brought populations under their spell and put them into a trance that defines reality. For the first time in the history of planet, we are seeing new truth-telling media come to the fore in an explosive way.

 

WE DON’T KNOW WHAT THE OVERALL EFFECT OF WAKING UP WILL BE, BECAUSE IT’S NEVER HAPPENED BEFORE ON THIS SCALE.

 

One thing is certain. The old ways of creating positive action, based on the truth, are changing.

 

It’s up to people everywhere to imagine new ways and implement them. Imagination is another item which has been put in the deep-freeze for a long time. It is thawing.

 

Don’t assume that knowing the truth is paralyzing. It’s only paralyzing if you can’t invent ways to use it. Don’t wait around for a message to float out of the clouds. Don’t say, “But now that I’m awake, what do I do?” That’s a close cousin to surrender, and it’s a precursor to going back to sleep.

 

Don’t whine, don’t complain. INVENT. IMAGINE. CREATE.

 

Conceive of innovative ways by which you can effectively take this emerging consciousness/truth/wakefulness and make it work.

 

This isn’t the old model, where you sit around and hope someone will come up with a really great idea. This isn’t I’M A VICTIM, TELL ME HOW TO SAVE THE WORLD. This isn’t any of that crap.

 

This is going light years beyond watching two phony clowns on television telling you why they should be president.

 

Jon Rappoport

The author of an explosive collection, THE MATRIX REVEALED, 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

MIND FREEDOM, MIND BEAUTY

 

MIND FREEDOM, MIND BEAUTY

By Jon Rappoport

September 27, 2012

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Official science doesn’t really care about your experience or perception. It cares about its own paradigm.

 

That paradigm, in order to work, excludes your subjective knowledge.

 

Two basic questions are eliminated from scientific exploration: what is freedom and what is mind?

 

A strange embrace among the fields of psychology, psychiatry, and academic philosophy has blocked an understanding of the mind.

 

Prior to 1970, the discipline of psychology considered several interesting models of mind. Then, psychiatry, struggling to survive in the face of declining public interest, hatched a staggering deal with the pharmaceutical empire.

 

Drug companies would bankroll the profession of psychiatry as never before. Conferences, research grants, journals, professorships, advertising, PR—money would pour in.

 

On their part, psychiatric researchers would be obliged to publish studies that “proved” all mental disorders stemmed from chemical imbalances in the brain; these imbalances could be remedied by new drugs. Naturally, Pharma would develop and sell such drugs.

 

From that moment on, adventurous theories about mind went begging. As far as “science” was concerned, mind was nothing more than the brain. A severely limited materialist view of human life moved solidly to center stage.

 

It was soon bolstered by a new generation of computer devotees, who assumed that mind was merely an apparatus that functioned on the basis of hardware/software applications—and any notions of individual freedom were possibly delusions “built into the equipment” or bugs that needed to be found and scrubbed away.

 

It was assumed that only “professionals” had the necessary tools to investigate the mind, and anything a layperson might discover or say about the subject was as important as a street sweeper speculating on nuclear physics.

 

As a student of philosophy at Amherst College in the late 1950s, I was exposed to a series of sophistries that attempted to skirt the whole question of individual freedom, substituting instead two major premises:

 

Human beings could only know what they could see with their eyes and measure; it was permissible to continue talking about freedom as if it existed, but this permission was simply an acknowledgment that language consisted of all sorts of quirky habits, and it might be useful to catalog those quirks, like sub-species of butterflies, as long as one didn’t take their meaning seriously.

 

I wasn’t pleased by either of these admonitions. I’d entered the field of philosophy because I felt freedom was a vital thing, and I sensed it was being attacked on many fronts.

 

As I wended my way through college, I became aware of the odd fact that, while the philosophy department was doing all it could to avoid squarely facing the issue of individual freedom, the political science department was assigning students original-source material on the founding of the American Republic.

 

This material (the Declaration, the Constitution, the Federalist Papers), of course, was deeply engaged in establishing freedom as an incontrovertible principle.

 

When I inquired about the obvious contradiction at the College, I was told it was “one of those inter-departmental differences” that was unavoidable. After all, what should political scientists do? Teach nothing about freedom?

 

As a young and inexperienced student, 50-plus years ago, I thought perhaps a professor in the psychology department might be able to clear up the confusion.

 

A practicing therapist on campus fielded my questions and said, “Freedom really isn’t our issue. We want to understand how the mind operates.” He went on to say that the goal of therapy was “happiness and adjustment.”

 

That pretty much ended my adventure of learning in college. Fortunately, life isn’t college.

 

Three years after I left Amherst, I was living in Los Angeles, and I had a small studio where I was painting. One night (and I can see this very clearly), I was sitting at my table. There was a piece of blank paper in front of me. To my left, there was a box of oil crayons. I was looking at the sheet of paper, wondering what I might draw on it, when suddenly, and for no discernible reason, I knew that I had the freedom to draw anything.

 

Sounds silly. But this was not an intellectual observation. Of course I or anyone else can draw anything. That isn’t news. No, this was something much deeper and more expansive. It was as if some interior space, in my mind, a space I’d never realized existed before, made its presence known. And the essence and core of that space was freedom. Was liberation. Was an unbounded and direct knowing about freedom. That space imparted to me one of the most immediate feelings of freedom I’ve ever had. It was luxurious and adventurous and intensely exhilarating. And it came out of nowhere.

 

The feeling lasted for about a minute, and then it slowly faded away. Ever since that moment, I’ve remembered that, whenever politicians or their allies are obviously trying to discount or dump freedom, when they are trying to sell some substitute, when they are raising some phony banner under which we’re all supposed to march toward our collective destiny…I’ve remembered that freedom is REAL and it has to be defended. To do otherwise would betray a fantastic quality of the space we call Mind.

 

I’ve also known that freedom isn’t just an effect of a cause, like one billiard ball moving into a pocket after being hit by another ball; it isn’t one electron being kicked by another electron. If freedom can be said to be anywhere, it’s behind all the cause-and-effect activity of matter and energy. Freedom isn’t just another event in a long chain of events; it’s free.

 

Obviously, I don’t know what your experience of freedom has been. But I’d be willing to bet that, as a child, you had moments and even hours where, perhaps, playing in a field or on the street, you realized you were free and alive and something apart from any restricted, pinched, limited existence.

 

The feelings you felt were enormous and ecstatic. You understood, at a level no one could challenge, what life was about.

 

And yet, this is nowhere reflected in the approved studies of psychiatry, psychology, or academic philosophy. It’s discounted as “anecdotal” and spurious and even delusional.

 

Having a tremendous and stunning experience of freedom might qualify you for psychiatric help. It appears we’re heading in that direction.

 

These days, many mainstream brain researchers will insist that freedom is nothing more than a “thought generated by brain activity,” no more important than any other thought.

 

If you’re looking to explain how technocrats can possibly envision a world in which humans are only cogs in a machine, you’ve found the answer. These scientists refuse to admit that freedom is real. As bizarre as this sounds, it’s true. To them we’re all already cogs in a machine. They just want to change the arrangement, the configuration of parts.

 

You see, and this is where philosophy pokes its head into the fray, to say that freedom is real is to acknowledge that it lies beyond all formulations and theories of cause and effect. And such a confession would torpedo the authoritarian and privileged status of modern science.

 

No, you say, this couldn’t be true, everybody knows that freedom exists. Everybody knows that you can choose A or B. You can make decisions about your future. I’m sorry to say, not everybody knows this—and the disturbing thing is, the people who are doing the most advanced research on the brain, the kind of research that could shape and fence in our future world, quite definitely do not know freedom exists.

 

Freedom and “mind independent of the brain” are, to them, maddening little questions they want to get rid of. They want to sweep them under the carpet. They want to chart and map every possible action of the brain and then, inevitably, make those changes in it they deem proper “for the good of All.”

 

So, first on the list of things I would recommend is, take inventory of your own experience. Remember moments when, beyond your normal level of daily consciousness, you experienced freedom directly and powerfully. No filters. No intellectual assumptions. Just undeniable encounters.

 

Why? Because you need to know what you are defending when you defend freedom against attack. Yes, freedom is the right to choose your life. Yes, it’s the right to be free from unreasonable search and seizure. Yes, it’s all those assertions in the Bill of Rights. Yes, the Constitution delineates what the central government can and can’t do. Yes, we know that. But then there is YOU. There is your existence. There is your experience of freedom. Those times, those moments when you felt it so strongly you were thrilled to your core to be alive.

 

That is natural freedom. That is mind freedom. That is why the founding documents of the Republic have any meaning. They flow from something that is already there, in each one of us. A potential that is already there.

 

And if you forget that, you defend freedom for an incomplete reason.

 

I knew a man in his late forties whose life was a complete mess. This was a man you wouldn’t want to be around. He somehow managed to turn every conversation and situation in his life into an unsolvable problem. He annoyed everyone he came into contact with. He was one of those “difficult people,” and his life was falling apart at the seams. He couldn’t hold a job for more than a few months. His bosses would fire him for any reason they could. Anything to get him out the door. He was a classic self-created victim.

 

In an act of desperation, he went on a vegetarian diet, without really believing it would do any good. It didn’t. He persisted for a month or two, and then he scraped together enough money to go to a spa where he could stay for two weeks and do yoga and fast on fruits and vegetables.

 

In his second week at the spa, he was walking from yoga class to his room, and suddenly, as he told me, he “felt his body was well-oiled and elastic.” He felt as if he were 10 years old again, on summer vacation from school, with unbounded possibilities stretching out in front of him.

 

In a matter of moments, his entire framework of unending complaints vanished without a trace. It left no residue in its wake. He could clearly contemplate what he most wanted to do with his life, and he could see his way to achieving it. His sense of grappling with a bottomless inscrutable problem was gone.

 

This feeling lasted a few days. But even after it dissolved, he was positioned in a new way. He dropped his “whole act,” as he put it. He went on to launch a career, and he made it a success.

 

A bookish woman in her 30s, who had never worked at a job she enjoyed, decided to sell cars. She got a job at a dealership in Southern California, and after a month she was coming up empty on sales. She saw no chance of breaking through.

 

Her manager pulled her into his office and suggested she try something a little easier. He helped get her a job in a large store selling home appliances.

 

Her first day at the store, she swore to herself she would do more to connect with prospective customers. She would treat them “as if they were real people,” she said. Forgetting about landing immediate sales, she made a herculean effort to “climb out of her cave” and chat with people in the store.

 

After two days, she felt a surge of energy, as if she’d come alive in a new way. For the first time in memory, she was relating to strangers.

 

The feeling lasted for a month, during which she incidentally racked up many sales. She described her state of mind as “completely open and free,” as if she’d cracked through a barrier.

 

She quit her job, enrolled at a college, and eventually got her degree in architecture.

 

I tell these stories because, in each case, the experience of freedom was intense and life-changing, and because the people came to it in radically different ways.

 

Freedom exists.

 

It can be drawn out of hiding. It can be felt beyond any structure or pattern, and it most certainly doesn’t depend on permission granted by a government or Official Science.

 

One can’t explain these experiences by citing specific brain activity. Freedom isn’t a brain phenomenon. It isn’t a delusion. One might say the reverse: everything except freedom is a delusion or the result of oppression.

 

People tend to believe the mind is either a trap or a “device” for thinking. It can certainly be those things, but it is also a gateway into freedom.

 

Mind is a kind of space dotted with familiar outposts we visit. Each outpost is a collection of feelings, ideas, preferences, and aversions. We move from one outpost to another, looking for a way out, a way to go beyond our present state.

 

Then, something unforeseen happens. On our way to a particular outpost for the thousandth time, we make a detour, and we arrive at a spot that contains of none of those feelings, ideas, preferences, or aversions. Instead, we are in a gorgeously empty place. And being there, we experience a joy that expands. We experience ourselves in a natural state.

 

We know we are free.

 

Everyone is entitled and equipped to explore what this means because, after all, we aren’t simply talking about a generalized notion; we’re talking about intimate knowledge of what we are.

 

This is not the province of science. It’s the wide open territory of self. It’s more real than real.

 

We can become discouraged. We can become cynical. We can lower our expectations and options. But we can’t ultimately avoid what we are. Coming to grips with that is our destiny, as much as motion is the destiny of the body.

 

The elites who, increasingly, run this planet long ago abandoned any search for their own freedom as individuals. They falsely believe they’re already there. That’s what they keep telling themselves, and that’s why they feel compelled to control everything they can. Control is a substitute for freedom. It’s a false card in the deck. It’s the iron mask that hides the truth. It’s a drug that can induce amnesia about the existence of freedom. It’s the ultimate expression of self-denial.

 

Before psychiatry, brain research, and pharmaceutical empire-building crowded out truly independent research on the mind, there were two great 20th-century psychologists. They both understood freedom and sought it with stunning intensity. Wilhelm Reich, a breakaway student of Freud, was arrested and put in jail, where he died. JL Moreno, the founder of Psychodrama, was largely ignored by the Freudians coming into power.

 

In his autobiography, Moreno recounts a 1912 encounter: “I attended one of Freud’s lectures…As the students filed out, he singled me out from the crowd and asked me what I was doing. I responded, ‘Well, Dr. Freud, I start where you leave off…You analyze [patients’] dreams. I give them the courage to dream again…’”

 

The dream is about freedom. Experiencing it. Creating a life from it.

 

Taking instructional cues from media about what emotions we are supposed to invest and project into images (mass mind control), we discover that the list of emotions is rather short. It’s stunted. Not only are we supposed to respond with these feelings, we’re all taught we have to “share” them. If we don’t, we’re looked at as strange, as outsiders.

 

But when we experience freedom directly, we immediately realize such feelings are misplaced. They’re props in a bad play. What we feel when we are standing in the middle of our own freedom is beyond labels. It’s another level of mind. Perhaps it’s beyond mind entirely.

 

In the old stories of Zen masters, we find teachers who put irrational pressures on students until the “catalog of familiar emotional outposts” in their minds blew apart. At that moment, the students experienced “satori,” which roughly means “seeing into one’s true nature.”

 

What is that nature? Is it a particular thing, a prior established thing…or is it really freedom?

 

If it’s freedom, then the world suddenly appears as unending possibility.

 

Isn’t that what we really want? Isn’t that part and parcel of what we remember, when we reflect on past moments when we felt truly alive?

 

There is nothing esoteric about this. It is stripping off a layer of fabricated synthetic substance, and finding underneath the ecstatic energy that was always there, waiting for us to return from our long strange trip.

 

Our nature is to be free.

 

Jon Rappoport

The author of an explosive collection, THE MATRIX REVEALED, 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.

www.nomorefakenews.com

PEARL HARBOR 2.0

 

PEARL HARBOR 2.0, “THE POWER AND THE GLORY”

by Jon Rappoport

 

September 21, 2012

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Frank Palmer, the newly elected president of the United States, stood in an empty room he never knew existed.

 

It was located six levels below ground in the Ark Silo of Strong Farms, in the center of Kansas.

 

The room was fifty feet square. The walls, floor, and ceiling were white, and the illumination from overhead banks of fluorescents eliminated the possibility of shadows.

 

Mark Pastor, the director of NSA, stood at the president’s side. He motioned to Palmer, who sat down at a small metal table, opened a laptop, and typed in a password. A blue screen appeared inside a border of black.

 

At the bottom of the screen sat a yellow forked-lightning icon. The president clicked on it. The screen turned white. The word GRANGE appeared.

 

That’s your search engine,” Pastor said.

 

In the window below the title, the president typed in “Google.”

 

Nothing happened.

 

The president typed “Drudge.” Nothing happened.

 

He typed “NBC.” Nothing happened.

 

What’s going on?” the president said.

 

Pastor smiled.

 

The president typed “CBS.” Nothing happened.

 

Type ‘America,’” Pastor said.

 

The president did.

 

A page appeared:

 

Welcome to Internet 2.0. Information is exchanged. You have a password. We identify you. You are permitted to continue. Press any key.”

 

The president pressed Enter.

 

A window covering two-thirds of the current page faded in. A new message read:

 

Owing to the EMP attack on America, all electronic devices have been disabled. The federal government has instituted a new Internet.”

 

Hit ‘Enter,’” Pastor said.

 

The president did. Another message appeared:

 

Anyone may apply to participate in Internet 2.0. See xADHS2gov for details. You will be issued an ID package, a list of requirements, and a statement of conditions of use. Free speech is protected, subject to I2 formats. Hate speech is not permitted. Fabricated attacks on public institutions are described in a warnings section. Read carefully.”

 

There are license fees and taxes,” Pastor said.

 

An EMP attack?” the president said.

 

We expect it.”

 

When?”

 

Pastor shrugged. “It ranks high on our list of priorities.”

 

This is a whole new Internet?”

 

Yes,” Pastor said. “It’s built from the ground up. It has two basic sectors, which are kept separate. There is commercial use, and there is exchange of information. The latter sector is closely monitored.”

 

Is Internet 2.0 functioning right now?”

 

Pastor shook his head. “Only a handful of people are on it. They’re essentially testing it.”

 

To see if it works?”

 

Pastor grinned. “Hell no. It works. They’re seeing how quickly and precisely they can identify and scrub anti-social and disruptive data.”

 

These few people who are on it,” the president said. “What are they doing?”

 

Checking automatic equipment at Los Alamos. The equipment carries out continuous searches to locate and sideline illegitimate data, and refer sources to DHS.”

 

Well,” the president said, “but what are the standards for a ruling of illegitimacy?”

 

Good question,” Pastor said. “We err on the side of caution. We’ve developed algorithms to make those calls.”

 

And when a user or source has been identified?”

 

The monitoring systems link to packages and dossiers on an offender. An instant profile is turned out, referencing everything from bumper stickers and recorded phone calls to medical records and work and sexual history.”

 

How many prepared packages do you have now?” the president asked.

 

Close to three hundred million. Within a year, we’ll have a package on every person living in the US.”

 

For posting illegitimate data, what are the penalties?” the president asked.

 

It’s a sliding scale. For example, you’ve got misdemeanor, which is a fine, and you’ve got terrorism, which is indefinite detention.”

 

Any right of appeal?”

 

It would clog the court system. All hearings are DHS tribunals. They’re tasked with confirming that a post broke a law. Once that’s established, sentence is passed. It’s very clear-cut and very fast. Most tribunals are conducted online. They don’t need human judges. An automatic matching system issues verdicts and sentences.”

 

Wikileaks. What would that be?”

 

Treason. Death sentence.”

 

The president stood up and walked around the room. He could feel perspiration on his face.

 

This EMP attack,” he said. “Who’s going to launch it?”

 

That’s something you don’t need to know,” Pastor said.

 

The president frowned. “I don’t care about plausible deniability in this case.”

 

Then I guess you’ve figured it out,” Pastor said. “We have two choices, sir, and only two. We can wait until one of our enemies strikes, in which case we’ll be scrambling to cope. Or we can launch it ourselves and get it over with. We’ll know everything beforehand, and we’ll know exactly what to do. It’s a no-brainer.”

 

The president nodded slowly.

 

Of course,” Pastor said, “we have our patsy all set up to go. Massive evidence to confirm his guilt.”

 

And who would that be?” the president said.

 

This is going to be a non-nuclear EMP, so the list was wide open. We narrowed it down to Libyan and Syrian al Qaeda. In the end, we went with Libya.”

 

Appropriate choice.”

 

The president sat down at the computer. “I want to try something,” he said. “How do I enter data?”

 

The NSA director walked over, bent down, leaned in front of the president, and typed “Flux Test.” A blank page appeared. “Go ahead, sir,” he said, backing away.

 

President Palmer typed, “A planned EMP attack will be launched”—

 

The page turned bright red and the words quickly faded.

 

In heavy black font, a message took their place:

 

YOUR POST HAS BEEN DELETED, PENDING AN INQUIRY. Your ID package has been suspended. A number will be assigned to your case, and you will be notified of a hearing date.

 

After a brief pause, a second message appeared:

 

Your hearing code is SAM1W23. Stand by.

 

The NSA director said, “Sir, type in, ‘Uber9wh001.’”

 

The president did.

 

A new message immediately appeared on the screen:

 

TEST TERMINATED. EXCEPTIONAL STATUS NOTED.

 

The screen went black.

 

The president turned in his chair. “Impressive,” he said.

 

Yes,” Pastor said. “We’re cooking this one right.”

 

The door to the room opened, and six Secret Service agents entered with their weapons drawn.

 

The lead agent said, “Mr. President, we’ve lost contact with the outside. All numbers are down.”

 

The president looked at Pastor, who held his arms out, palms up.

 

It’s true, Mr. President,” he said. “It’s happening now. This is a good place for you to be. The facilities are first-class. Your family has already arrived in Virginia. They’re safe. Ninety days from now, we’ll go topside and see what we have.”

 

The president scowled. “You think I would have leaked it?” he said.

 

Of course not,” Pastor said. “We just like to play it tight and dry.”

 

Without missing a beat, the president said, “What does my ID package look like?”

 

WH001 is a blank,” Pastor said. “It’s an empty set. You’re good to go.”

 

The president nodded.

 

I have no past,” he said.

 

Only present and future, sir.”

 

Well,” he said, “I suspect you’re bullshitting me, but I’ll take it on faith for now.

 

Pastor smiled. “Suspicion is part of the human condition, Mr. President. It’ll always be with us.”

 

Jon Rappoport

The author of an explosive collection, THE MATRIX REVEALED, 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.

www.nomorefakenews.com

THE MEDICAL CARTEL IS KING IN A GLOBALIST WORLD

 

THE MEDICAL CARTEL IS KING IN A GLOBALIST WORLD

by Jon Rappoport

August 16, 2012

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In 1976, the great critic of 20th-century society, Ivan Illich, wrote: “Modern medicine is a negation of health. It isn’t organized to serve human health, but only itself, an institution. It makes more people sick than it heals.”

 

The medical cartel is the answer to the question: what do you with the population of Earth once they are living under a globalist oligarchy?

 

It’s all about managing lives, from womb to grave, and no institution serves that management better than Medicine.

 

First of all, you have a system that dispenses toxic drugs in an endless stream, killing in the US alone, by conservative estimate, 100,000 people per year. On top of that, medical drugs cause anywhere from two to four millions severe adverse effects annually.

 

https://blog.nomorefakenews.com/2009/12/09/an-exclusive-interview-with-dr-barbara-starfield-medically-caused-death-in-america/

 

https://blog.nomorefakenews.com/2012/06/12/another-smoking-gun-the-fda-versus-the-people/

 

https://blog.nomorefakenews.com/2012/05/17/hidden-in-plain-view-fda-murder/

 

https://blog.nomorefakenews.com/2012/06/29/how-medical-criminals-are-faking-medical-science-every-day/

 

Beyond this straight-out destruction, there is the turmoil, suffering, grieving, and confusion that extends in ripples, from each one of the deaths and injuries, to families, friends, and co-workers. The overall effect? Demoralization and the inability to see and think past the emotional pain—which is exactly what you want if you are running a planet.

 

The medical cartel (drug companies, public health agencies, medical schools, doctors) will eventually assure cradle-to-grave treatment of every person. This means 30 or 40 diagnoses of illnesses and mental disorders during a lifetime, and treatment with toxic drugs. This also means medical issues are at the forefront of every person’s mind as he/she wends through life, believing that Disease is the most important aspect of living.

 

People become proud, yes, proud of their diagnoses and treatment. They wear the diagnoses like badges of honor, and every social communication is an occasion for displaying badges and discussing treatments and comparing notes.

 

You know, at first my doctor thought it was ADHD, but then he did one of those new brain scans, and realized it was Bipolar with a trace of genetically inherited Oppositional Defiance Disorder. Once he had the ODD under control with a major tranquilizer, he could go after the Bipolar. But then I developed tremors. So he implanted a chip…”

 

It’s not only a sick society, it’s a society about sickness.

 

Medical care is free, if by free one means: paid for by extraordinary levels of taxation.

 

The basic collectivist slogan, “We’re all in this together,” achieves its most fervent support from the axiom that Disease is our primary opportunity to help each other by accepting awesome tax burdens.

 

Of course, huge segments of the world population won’t be able to participate in modern, up-to-date, cutting-edge “care.” For them, there are several solutions. The first is vaccines seeded with chemicals and genes that reduce fertility and potency. As birth rates gradually decline, cover stories are invented to explain the phenomenon: stress; rising employment rates; the social effects of urbanization; the dissolution of the nuclear family.

 

The second solution is epidemics that purportedly kill off large numbers of people. These epidemics are routine frauds, based on concocted science. In the poverty-stricken Third World, announced epidemics are nothing more than cover stories; people aren’t dying because of germs; they’re dying because their water is contaminated, because of overcrowding, lack of basic sanitation, generation-to-generation starvation. They’re dying because their fertile growing lands have been stolen. While medical experts crow about attacking the germ of the moment with (toxic) drugs and vaccines, these real causes of death can be ignored and even enhanced.

 

Meanwhile, in industrialized technological sectors of the planet, psychiatry ascends to new heights of control over the educated classes. Although no so-called mental disorder has ever been diagnosed by a real laboratory test, the experts who dominate the field continue to invent new disorders at the drop of a hat.

 

Patients believe they have brain conditions that must be treated with (highly toxic) drugs. The patients also believe their own aspirations are limited by their disorders, and so they acquiesce to a psychiatric model that circumscribes their lives.

 

At the top-end of society, new medical inventions are applied to the wealthy. Genetic enhancement is the most touted of these. Despite the fact that, as yet, there are no genetic treatments for any disease that work across the board, experiments will be done to extend life, to seed the unborn with special talents, to cure a wide variety of illnesses.

 

There will be efforts to substitute technological components for biological nature. Limbs, organs, whole body systems.

 

The workability of high-tech pieces is not really the issue. The aim is to involve the rich in the entire grand experiment, thereby swallowing them up in a medical paradigm of existence.

 

At any level of medical cartel operations, a person will be enrolled in the system while in utero, and a path will be laid out that extends all the way to the grave. Once he is on record with a medical ID package, he will be tracked and treated and tweaked without let-up.

 

Finally, the inevitable proposal and program will come into view. Why risk natural birth, which is already considered a medical event, in the womb of a woman? Why not create birth in a laboratory?

 

And if, at any point in life, a person experiences doubts and regrets about his membership in the universal medical control apparatus, he can obtain a prescription for any number of drugs that target “pleasure centers,” and then check out of his worries and anxieties.

 

Huxley’s Brave New World will move in like a wave on a beach.

 

At every way-stop to that day, sophistication, elegance, assurance, and concern will be the watchwords of the practicing doctor, the secular priest in this drama of human dismantling.

 

And yet, for those who remember, who know what the Individual is, who know what freedom is, who know what imagination and creative power are, the rigging and distorting and flattening and collectivizing will look like nothing more than a horrible cartoon.

 

And these people who remember will lead a revolution like no revolution ever seen before.

 

Or we can defect from, and withdraw our consent to, this mad matrix now.

 

Jon Rappoport

The author of an explosive collection, THE MATRIX REVEALED, 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.

www.nomorefakenews.com

OBAMA EXPOSES THE STENCH OF HIS CORRUPTION

 

OBAMA EXPOSES THE STENCH OF HIS CORRUPTION IN VIRGINIA

by Jon Rappoport

July 17, 2012

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To a crowd of supporters in Roanoke, the president of the United States finally came out in the open and said, “If you’ve got a business—you didn’t build that. Somebody else made that happen.”

 

He put the plastic cherry on the cake for an adoring audience, with his favorite generality: “You’re not in this alone, we’re in this together.”

 

How are we in this together? By forcing a federal health insurance plan down everyone’s throat, whether they want it or not? By bailing out Obama’s biggest financial supporters on Wall Street, as opposed to putting them in jail? By invading Libya without Congressional approval? By helping to destabilize the Middle East and calling it “Arab spring?” By protecting the opium poppies in Afghanistan? By appointing strong advocates for GMO food to positions of importance in his administration, while pretending to favor a healthy diet for all Americans? By continuing the Globalist policies and insupportable debt structure of former presidents from both parties?

 

And as for his heinous trashing of all entrepreneurs, we see a president turning the meaning of The Individual on its head. Instead of stating that the public sector was created to enable individuals to forge ahead and fulfill their dreams, he proposes a vague all-encompassing Group as the beginning and end of the Republic.

 

Obama’s perverted reading of the Constitution ranks on the level of a clueless high school freshman’s, except he knows better and doesn’t care.

 

(In case you wonder, I’m not a Romney supporter. I won’t vote for either of these con men.)

 

If you’ve got a business—you didn’t build that,” Obama said.

 

He’s a rank liar.

 

I’ve seen what it takes for individuals to launch and sustain and expand enterprises. I’ve seen the sweat and the intelligence and the drive at work. I’ve seen the imagination.

 

These are not group qualities. These aren’t “we’re all together” qualities.

 

Obama has a dream, and it’s collectivism. It stinks like a rotting corpse from top to bottom.

 

He’s just played his hole card. Look at it. Understand what it means.

 

The president of the United States is attacking the foundation of the American Republic. He never believed in the Republic. He believes in selling a story dressed up like a quasi-religious sermon. His dream of control involves inexorably linking every citizen to the central government (“all of us together”) so tightly, the remaining wall between the private sector and the public sector will dissolve into nothing. His mission is to hasten the melting of America into one giant interdependent glob.

 

Obama is the current leading edge of the historical campaign to eradicate the meaning, memory, and existence of the free and powerful individual.

 

To glimpse the success of the campaign, imagine a newly minted PhD trying to gain employment at a US college teaching a course called: THE FREE, POWERFUL, AND CREATIVE INDIVIDUAL.

 

Collectivism, the underlying philosophy of Globalism, is a direct attack against the individual. It promises a spiritual and political destiny of illumination for everyone who exchanges his honor and his vision for membership in The Group. When you strip it bare, such membership promotes the joy of slavery over freedom.

 

It may take a village to sell a book and a perverse idea, but without free and powerful individuals, the thing we call civilization will morph into a vast re-education camp in which we are all ciphers.

 

And above us, a small number of rulers will celebrate their joke and their con. They sold; we bought. What sounded like unity was really a hypnotic trance.

 

DON’T BUY IT.

 

THERE ARE MILES TO GO.

 

The game isn’t over. It’s never over.

 

Jon Rappoport

The author of an explosive new collection, THE MATRIX REVEALED, 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.

www.nomorefakenews.com

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PART 2, SEPARATING FROM THE MATRIX

 

PART 2, SEPARATING FROM THE MATRIX

by Jon Rappoport

July 14, 2012

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This is a backgrounder. It is not a canned list of instructions. Its purpose is to stimulate your own thinking on the subject of separating from The Matrix.

 

ONE: IMAGINATION AND THE FIRE

 

Once upon a time, human beings lived in cultures where images were alive. What we now call superstitions were, to them, gods and demons and intermediary entities that transmitted or stole the juice and the energy and the power of life.

 

It’s nearly impossible to project ourselves into such an environment and experience the burgeoning passions that infused experience—because a great shift has occurred.

 

The West entered, with anticipation, a temple of the bald Sampson, where images disappeared, were swallowed up, were replaced by so-called rational faith.

 

This eventually precipitated a crisis. If you don’t have, or believe in, images that live and breathe and are intimately connected with life-force, how do you replace them? How do you avoid becoming pallid skeletons of science, whose productions never impart that same fire?

 

This crisis is reflected all around us every day.

 

We have become liberated, and in this liberation we are left with emptiness. On top of that, we have decided to assume that passions of the soul should be modulated, like elevator music, to somehow join with our advanced knowledge, in harmonic balance.

 

It’s no balance; it’s timidity, and this attitude makes us prey to an eerie tolerance of all opinion and custom and point of view and aspiration and stretched-out egalitarianism and even criminal action. Giving no offense, under any circumstances, for any reason, is now the coin of the realm.

 

You might say, with accurate assessment, that these are qualities of the successful salesman. And that is what so many of us have become: ambassadors of the vague and dessicated pulse of our “rational culture.”

 

We even think of it in religious terms. The message of this church is the honed and blown-dry embrace of Anything. As if this was the message of Jesus and Buddha and Krishna and other teachers of our blurry past.

 

To counterbalance this bleached present, many of us are drawn into dark theaters to watch suburban humans turned into bloodsucking harpooned-tooth neck fetishists and genetic mistakes and hair-sprouting wolves and irradiated monsters or heroes.

 

It’s the instant-coffee version of ancient Dionysian adventure. And the accompanying depiction of gym-sex on the screen wouldn’t stir the interest of a mouse in a barn.

 

Was this why and for what we abandoned the mysteries of the epoch of magic?

 

For freckled children in a British academy laboring through a paranormal costume drama, tricked out with the accoutrement of grottoes and dark halls?

 

The crisis on our hands now is not one that is going to go away. It is not going to recede as magic once receded. Because there WAS a reason we liberated ourselves from the Middle Ages and even the Renaissance—a reason beyond technology—and until we find it and face it and deeply accept the new struggle, we are going to see this simulacrum culture of ours make endless cartoons of itself in dried out oceans of concrete.

 

For what we need to do now, pharmaceuticals and brain research and genetic manipulation and cyber-affectation and instant global communication and worship (or desecration) of profit-making idols hold no answers.

 

Suppose what took us into the age of rationality was, in some way, connected to the realization that we were, all along, inventing our own demons and gods and demigods and entities of great life-force—and although that knowledge has been shoved into the background, as trivial and passe, while technology has soared, it is still with us, and it overshadows all our machines and their power.

 

Suppose this is the message: we are the majestic and wild creatures we built the temples to.

 

We are the makers; we are the architects of all the dreams—and not through some compensatory impulse, but because WE CREATE. That is our natural inclination and the source of our ecstasy. It is only civilization that seems to cast us in other roles.

 

Our societies and civilizations are arranged to make it seem as if imagination is a preposterous choice—when, in fact, that is what we are here for. That is what got us here.

 

Societies are actually in a satellite universe, and the prime universe is all imagination.

 

The underlying hidden and deeply buried cry of our age is: HOW CAN I CREATE?

 

The conclusion is: we will do anything to avoid it.

 

And the universal compliant is: I DON’T UNDERSTAND.

 

NEVERLESS, WE ARE THE ARTISTS AND THERE ARE NO LIMITS.

 

While, in the deep past, we sucked the marrow out of the bones of the gods we invented and thereby felt enormous passions, we knew there was a missing piece, and that piece was an abyss over which we were hanging. So we came all this way to find out that we authored the labyrinth. We built the paths that gave us joy and terror, and now we can consciously and spontaneously make new worlds without end. Not simply as engineers, but as artists.

 

Swallowing that stark truth may be hard, may be upsetting, but it IS why we made the voyage.

 

And then pulled our punches.

 

This is no archaic revival. It’s now, today and tomorrow.

 

The universe is waiting for imagination for revolutionize it down to its core.

 

 

TWO: THE REALITY SALESMAN CALLS

 

Step right up, folks. This is a deal you can’t afford to miss. You know that thing you cling to like a drowning man in a turbulent sea?

 

It’s called reality, and I represent the company that manufactures it. I’m proud to say I’ve held this job for over a hundred thousand years. So as far as product knowledge is concerned, you just aren’t going to find anybody like me.

 

Some folks believe reality is rocks and trees and desert and sun and rain, and brick and concrete and steel and glass, and the mountain ranges, the sky, the moon and the stars. They believe reality is a house and all the things in it, and the mementos you hold on to, to remind you of the past.

 

But I’m really selling…guess what? A little thing called perception. It sounds odd, but that’s what it is:

 

How you see things, and what you think about what you see.

 

Because to tell you the truth, no matter what time period you live in, whether on Earth or another planet, it all comes down to that. How you see what’s in front of you.

 

And believe it or not, perception comes in different forms. My company makes the perception that endures. It’s the package you’re living with right now. It’s the down-to-earth here-it-is straight-ahead common-sense type. We call it: IT IS WHAT IT IS. That’s trademarked, by the way. ISWIS. It is what it is.

 

ISWIS was invented by a very smart guy whose name has been long forgotten. He was a flaming genius, and he realized something great. People would go for ISWIS because it would lock them in.

 

People didn’t want a wobbling here-and-there kind of perception. Who wants to wake up on a Tuesday morning and suddenly see life in a completely different way? Who wants that kind of shock to the system?

 

ISWIS is the most popular perception package in the universe, bar none. Reliability. Consistency.

 

All those centuries and epochs ago, when I was a rookie training for this job, the guys let me try on a whole bunch of different perception packages, so I could see what kind of competition I was up against.

I saw things I wouldn’t want to describe to you. Horrible things. And when I was given ISWIS, our product, I felt like I was home.

 

ISWIS gives you the kind of stability you can count on for your whole life. And, believe me, that’s no small feat. We’ve built slow decay (SD) into the package, so things gradually deteriorate—because, think about it, do you really want that tree in your back yard to stay at one stage of growth forever? Do you? It might seem like a nice idea, but it would screw up the need for replacement, and then you’d get into the whole conundrum of THE BODY, too, and how long it should last. People like to think they want physical immortality, but if you give it to them (via some other package), they go crazy after a while. Because their problems, as well as their triumphs, never go away. I could show you a little planet where the inhabitants went for one of our competitor’s products. The suicide rate is over seventy percent! The place is a nuthouse!

 

ISWIS is time-tested. It’s as solid as solid can be made. It doesn’t break down.

 

But it does need boosters from time to time, and that’s why I’m here today talking to you.

 

Every twenty thousand years, we institute a planet-wide upgrade, just to make sure nothing goes wrong. And you’re all due.

 

Now, you could refuse, in which case you’ll have to take full responsibility for the ugly consequences, or you could do the right thing and just re-up. I have to tell you, our re-up rate is 99.859 percent. I’m proud of that figure.

 

By the way, the holdouts, the deniers, and the self-styled rebels? The governments of your planet keep track of you. I feel obligated to let you know that. They assume they need to. Without boosters, when your ISWIS breaks down, you’re going to fail to fit in. Most definitely you’re going to experience some things other people just won’t understand. And your governments will hunt you down and lock you up, or worse.

 

That’s not my doing, because I believe in the free market, but it’s part of my service to clue you into the whole picture.

 

But here is the good part. You can get your booster now, during our pre-op special, by simply signing for it and taking the pledge, and continuing to pay a mere sixty percent of of your annual income for the rest of your lives. Which when you think about it, is nothing for what you’re getting. Again, reliability, and consistency.

 

In the small print, the pledge lays out a few details concerning IMAGINATION. This is for your own protection—because if you take imagination too far (and who knows how far that is, until it’s too late), you’ll set up what we call an interference field, which means ISWIS will tend to malfunction. You don’t want that.

 

So here’s the contract and the pledge. Sign on the dotted line, and pay the fee, and we’re done.

 

Thank you very much.

 

I love you guys. Really, I do. I admire your tenacity and your willingness to stay with our perception package. Our company continues to prosper because of you. Visit the ISWIS website and Facebook page and find out about upcoming picnics and vacation tours. We’re hosting booster events at thousands of locations.

 

If you don’t come to us, we’ll come to you.

 

We’ve got you on our list.

 

 

THREE: BEYOND STRUCTURES

 

We are fascinated with structures and systems because they work, and because some of us feel an aesthetic attraction to them.

 

They work until you want to do something different.

 

Like magic.

 

Magic is non-system.

 

Which puts it out of the reach of most people.

 

Because most people want to grab a structure and pull it around them and sit there like a bird in a cage. They want to go from A to B to C and feel the satisfaction of knowing it works every time.

 

Nothing wrong with that. Nothing wrong at all.

 

But go into a corporation and say you want to teach them creativity and they’ll say, “What’s the system?”

 

Once I told a personnel chief at a big company, “The system is to stand on your head.”

 

Literally?” he said.

 

No. That would be too easy. People would find a system for that. But figuratively, that’s what you want to get people to do.”

 

He scratched his head.

 

I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said.

 

Exactly,” I said. “That’s where we start. I say something and you don’t understand. Then we have a chance.”

 

What are you?” he said. “Some kind of zen teacher?”

 

No,” I said. “If I said I was, you’d pigeonhole me. I teach non-systems.”

 

He laughed in an uncomfortable way.

 

We don’t operate on non-systems here.”

 

No, but if you let three or four people do that, they might come up with a product you never dreamed of.”

 

That he could understand. Vaguely.

 

Here’s how things work at some very big corporations. The second-tier honchos decide it’s time for a new product. They call in the chief of production and ask him what could be done. He suggests a whiz-it 4, which is basically a whiz-it 3 with a few more bells and whistles.

 

The honchos give him the green light, and he goes to work. He sets up a structure, which means he basically triggers the structure he already has. He gets underlings to make sketches of whiz 4, and with those he assigns compartmentalized tasks to various departments under him. The timetable is eighteen months.

 

He appoints a project supervisor to oversee the whole thing.

 

The project supervisor pretty much knows what’s going to happen. The six departments in charge of bringing in the whiz 4 on time will do okay—except one key department will fail miserably, because three guys in that dept. are lazy bums. They find ways to delay operations. They ask meaningless questions. They let work pile up on their desks. They meddle in other people’s business.

 

Twelve times, the production supervisor has tried to get these idiots fired. No go.

 

So everybody settles down to grind of bringing in whiz 4 on time.

 

Structure.

 

Manuals, rules and regs.

 

DMV, IRS. Play it by the book.

 

This can make magic the way an ant can fly to the moon.

 

So long ago it was in another life, I taught private school in New York. There were six kids in my class, all boys. I was supposed to teach them math. They were all at different levels. They had no ambition to learn math. No matter what I did, they performed miserably. Add, subtract, multiply, divide, decimals, fractions—it didn’t matter. If they managed to learn something on Monday, they forgot it by Tuesday. It was rather extraordinary.

 

So I took them to an art museum one morning. They were as lost there as they were in the classroom. But I wasn’t. That was the key. I was already painting in a little studio downtown, and I was on fire.

 

So I began to talk about the paintings. The Raphael, the Vermeer, the Rembrandt. The De Kooning, the Pollock, the Gorky. I had no plan, no idea. I just talked about what they could see if they looked.

 

And then we walked back to school and I set them up with paints and paper and brushes and told them to go to work. I said I didn’t care what they painted. Just have a good time. Do something you like.

 

All of a sudden, they weren’t making trouble. They were painting. No more whining and complaining.

 

I walked around and watched them go at it. I pointed to this or that area and mentioned what I liked.

 

There was no way to measure or quantify or systematize what the kids were doing that day, but they were coming alive, out of their sloth and resentment.

 

Then we got back to math, and it was as if they’d all experienced an upward shift in IQ.

 

That night, back in my studio, I made a note in my notebook. It went something like this: Give them a non-structure, and then follow that with a structure, it works.

 

So that was that.

 

There used to be something in this culture called improvisation. People understood what it was, even if they wouldn’t do it themselves. Now the word has almost vanished. Same with the word spontaneity. The moment when eye, mind, and brush meet canvas. When mind meets the new. When the inventor suddenly gets up from his chair and trots over to his workbench and starts putting pieces together.

 

The old zen guys called it no-mind. That didn’t mean you were a robot, it meant you had a very sharp mind, actually, but you just transcended it, you skipped through it like a flat stone on water. Structureless.

 

This becomes magic when imagination jumps into the fray. When the inventive urge takes the foreground.

 

The trouble with all these Asian spiritual practices now is that they have a long and distinguished history, and the history tends to infiltrate everything that’s happening. It’s venerated. That’s like throwing a heavy wrench into an engine. You need a clean slate, a wide open space. You need Now.

 

You need Now, which is dry tinder to the spark of imagination.

 

Levitation now isn’t what it was six or 12 or 20 centuries ago. Magic isn’t a return to the mystical past. Alchemy was what people did in the Middle Ages to give themselves a Now, on which they could inject the flame of their imagination.

 

It wasn’t a system. Not really.

 

But if you have enough history at your back and you stand away far enough, everything looks like pattern and structure and system. That’s the illusion. That’s the deception.

 

Magic doesn’t work that way.

 

The only problem magic has is: if you create it, who else will see it? That’s the only glitch—and that can be worked with.

 

You see, systems make people blind. If they can’t fold an event into a structure, then for them it isn’t there. This is very interesting. This is where all the myths of Hermes (aka Mercury) sprang from. He was the figure who flew and passed through walls and had no barriers in the space-time continuum—the tin can we call universe. So people pretended, at a deep level, that they were unable to comprehend him. In a real sense, he was invisible. His response to all this was to become a supreme joker. A trickster. He toppled idols of the hidebound, rule-bound, system-bound society.

 

If you read the myths of ancient Greece, you begin to see he ranked very high in the pantheon of the gods. There really was no reason he couldn’t be considered the king of the Olympians.

 

But he didn’t want the throne or the lineage. That was just another system, erected by his god-colleagues, who were bored out of their minds and desperately needed the entertainment and distraction it could provide.

 

Hermes was deep in the fire of his own imagination and speed and improvisation and spontaneous action.

 

Magic.

 

He didn’t need or want metaphysics, cosmology, ultimate truth, illumination, enlightenment, or Oneness and Bliss. He already embodied of all those things and much, much, much more.

 

The notion of shared, consonant, and structured reality as the final goal became an enormous joke.

 

The structure and system of life and society, from a certain live perspective, is a joke.

 

Many marriages become impossible because husband and wife find themselves trapped in a system, and they don’t know what to do. That’s the beginning and end of their problem. If they could move in and out of the system, while remaining married and loyal, they would realize everything is wonderful. It’s a magic trick.

 

To make it work, you need imagination, which is the thing that allows you to see structure as putty that can be moved around and reshaped at will. Imagination has all the creativity there is, and yet it is non-material, it’s outside the shapes people build to run their lives.

 

From the point of view of civilization, structure should be a sturdy platform, from which people can take off and create.

 

When I was 19, people thought I had a few problems, so I was sent to an office in New York to take a Rorschach Test. The specialist opened up a large notebook to a page of inkblots. He was a technician who did one thing in his job. He interpreted what people told him about those inkblots. He had a complex system that enabled him to categorize people according to various subtle shades and types of neuroses.

 

So he showed me an inkblot and said, “Tell me everything you see in it.”

 

Everything?” I said.

 

Yes.”

 

He was a stern neutral android, and he followed his playbook to the letter.

 

Okay,” I said.

 

So 20 minutes later, I was still talking about that first inkblot. I think he had a dozen of those blots in his notebook, and he was supposed to show me every one.

 

But I was still chirping away on the first one. Birds, animals, planes, kitchen utensils, ancient symbols, articles of clothing, wars, interstellar collisions, underground caves, noses, beaches, leaves, insects, clouds, forests, gnomes, ships, streams, rivers, idols, chewing gum, coins…

 

I was cheating, of course. Which is to say, I was using my imagination. This was outside the rules, really.

 

The technician was sweating. He was squirming in his chair. Contemplating how many hours it would take to get through all the inkblots. We’d take a supper break and then come back for more, far into the night.

 

Finally he said, “That’s enough.”

 

But there’s more,” I said.

 

No,” he said. “That’s all right.”

 

He stared at me.

 

I stared at him.

 

Standoff at OK Corral.

 

In his system of universe, you could have two things. Normal and neurotic. I didn’t fit into either slot. He didn’t understand that. So to him, I was invisible.

 

As I left his office, I thought about my favorite radio show, The Shadow. Lamont Cranston renders himself invisible to the bad guys, and proceeds to torment them.

 

It was a good day.

 

Jon Rappoport

The author of an explosive new collection, THE MATRIX REVEALED, 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.

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