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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.

www.nomorefakenews.com

qjrconsulting@gmail.com

WATCH OUT, AFRICA! MELINDA’S COMING FOR YOU!

 

WATCH OUT, AFRICA! MELINDA’S COMING FOR YOU!

By Jon Rappoport

July 13, 2012

www.nomorefakenews.com

 

Melinda Gates has just unrolled her new program to reduce population in Africa and South Asia. Speaking at the Family Planning Summit in London, the other half of the Gates-Messiah operation pledged to bring contraception to millions of women and girls in the Third World.

 

Flying under the radar, however, is the partnership between The Gates Foundation and drug giant, Pfizer, and therein lies the dirty little secret.

 

The method of choice to prevent births? Injectable Depo-Provera (Medroxyprogesterone), long known as a highly dangerous drug. It actually carries a black-box warning on its label, stating that severe bone loss is a consequence of its use. It also thins the vaginal lining, and research is ongoing to investigate the possibility that it increases the risk of breast cancer.

 

Here is the relevant black-box quote: “Women who use Depro-Provera Contraceptive Injection may lose significant bone mineral density. Bone loss is greater with increased duration of use and may not be completely reversible.”

 

Change.org and several other groups are petitioning the US Congress to cut all federal funding for Depo-Provera.

 

Despite cheerful PR about education of women on the benefits of contraception, and the need for informed consent, these programs have a way of turning into something else out in the field, where the needle meets the body.

 

Depo-Provera also happens to be a drug of choice for the “chemical castration” of male sex offenders. That fact testifies to its powerful impact on the body.

 

Nobody at the London Family Planning Summit was talking about Depo-Provera and its severe effects. The conference sponsors, the UN Population Fund, the USAID, and The Gates Foundation, are far more interested in population control.

 

If millions of girls and women in Africa and South Asia are crippled by the Depo-Provera injections, well, that’s just collateral damage. Several years from now, we’ll no doubt see studies claiming an unexplained epidemic of osteoporosis in the Third World, which will lead to the application of some other highly toxic drug as the treatment of choice.

 

Pfizer, the maker of Depo-Provera, happens to make such a drug: Fablyn (Lasofoxifene). So far, the FDA has withheld approval, but the EU gave it the green light in 2009. Fablyn has a serious problem. It causes blood clots in veins, which can be life-threatening.

 

Watch out, Africa. Melinda’s coming with Pfizer. You should ask her why she doesn’t supply money to clean up contaminated water supplies, install rudimentary sanitation, provide real nutrition, and help restore stolen fertile land to local farmers.

 

But you see, those actions aren’t in line with the elite agenda. They make things better. The agenda is dedicated to Worse.

 

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

qjrconsulting@gmail.com

YOUR PLANE’S LATE? YOU’RE A TERRORIST!

 

YOUR PLANE’S DELAYED FOR FOUR HOURS? YOU’RE A TERRORIST!

By Jon Rappoport

July 12, 2012

www.nomorefakenews.com

 

Picture this. You’re sitting in an airport and they’ve just announced your plane’s departure has been delayed for the third time. You feel your blood boil. You want to strangle somebody. Of course, you’re not going to do that, but your adrenaline is spiking big-time.

 

You feel a gloved hand on your shoulder. You look up. Three DHS agents are surrounding you.

 

“Come with us, sir. We need to put you in a holding room. Now.”

 

Boom. You’re a potential terrorist.

 

In a year or two, airports will be deploying small, mobile, laser-based, molecular scanners. Developed by Genia Photonics, which in turn was funded by In-Q-Tel, the notorious CIA company that invests in cutting-edge technologies, this device measures, well, everything, including your adrenaline levels. And it does it in real time.

 

The scanner can read a tiny grain of marijuana on your person (even if you stepped on a roach in the airport bathroom). It can read what you ate at your last meal. It can read gunpowder residue, so don’t drive to the airport right after practicing at the range.

 

These scanners don’t touch you. They operate from 164 feet away.

 

DHS is drooling.

 

The comedy version of this technological breakthrough is that, at any given moment, half the people at any airport in the world are experiencing elevated adrenaline levels, for one reason or another—including the invasive actions of TSA employees. The serious version is if it’s you, you could wind up having to explain yourself to a DHS/TSA agent who’s several sandwiches short of a picnic.

 

Your feelings and your endocrine levels are now part of the “official record.” This makes Orwell’s 1984 look like Sunday school.

 

Obviously, the DHS won’t stop at using these portable scanners in airports. Think roving cars and vans, traffic stops, shopping malls, parks, hotels, community meetings, sports events, concerts…

 

This is the heaven the surveillance state has been waiting for.

 

It’s also a significant prelude to Brave New World, where all citizens are expected to be happy and nice and polite all the time in their genetically modified utopia. Grievances against the government or predatory corporations? Arguments with friends and family? Simply having a bad day? Blogging with a sense of outrage? NOT PERMITTED. Your adrenaline indicators are over the permitted threshold. You need “treatment.”

 

Studies will be done to redefine Oppositional Defiance Disorder, linking it to endocrine output, and depending on the government’s disfavored groups of the moment, remedial steps will be taken.

 

The only silver lining in all this is: heralded technological breakthroughs often don’t work. The manufacturers hype them as they test them, but when they leave the lab and go into the field, sudden problems arise. Let’s hope that’s the case here.

 

The other prospect involves the true number of disgruntled and angry people walking around in the world. The scanners might be overwhelmed.

 

If you thought simple x-ray scanners in airports were invasive, now they’re going after your internal processes. The obvious step is to deploy these laser devices along with the grope-and-scope as you head through security to your gate.

 

“Sorry, sir. You can’t fly today. You’re a bit too…edgy. An agent will take you to Room 101 for questioning.”

 

Scan this!!

 

See, they’ve got me already.

 

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

qjrconsulting@gmail.com

A MESSAGE TO MY READERS

 

A MESSAGE TO MY READERS

(SURPASSING THE MATRIX, PART 1)

by Jon Rappoport

July 10, 2012

www.nomorefakenews.com

 

Ultimately, why do I write these articles? Why do I maintain my site?

 

My plan has always involved breaking out of The Matrix on every level. This is not an avoidance of reality; quite to the contrary, it has everything to do with what consensus reality is and how to establish a stable beachhead beyond it.

 

And when I say “consensus reality,” I’m not only taking about social, political, economic, and cultural spheres.

 

Physics has been nibbling at the edges of the space-time continuum, speculating that it has certain illusory aspects, speculating that there are other universes, speculating that this universe is actually a hologram, a projection of information inscribed on a two-dimensional surface.

 

Lab researchers have conducted paranormal experiments which show that certain volunteers can violate the accepted rules of physical reality.

 

These are merely preludes to the main event. They are dabblings and close-to-the-vest explorations within a context of what I would call armchair entertainment. Interesting to contemplate, stimulating, but so what?

 

There is so much more to discover and experience.

 

Cultural norms and ideas have caused most people to place themselves within a ridiculously narrow context. Within those walls, they look and peer at What Might Be True

 

But eventually, unless people actually break through the walls, their “far-out” musings become masturbatory.

 

The more physics analyzes each of its primary concepts—space, time, energy, and matter—the more illusory each one of them appears. Yet, for us, who are not analyzing, but living, the continuum is as real as real gets.

 

Why is there a disconnect between the analysis of physics and the experience of humankind?

 

The answer lies in our minds and bodies. We perceive and contact the world as a key enters a lock. The fit is perfect. There are no rough edges or fuzzy borders. There are no mistakes. We don’t wake up on a Saturday morning and find the bureau in the corner of the bedroom turned upside down or fading away. We exist in a steady state.

 

This perfect fit is a cardinal aspect of The Matrix.

 

To guarantee the interlock and the steady-state perception, there is the grim prospect of being called insane if we did suddenly see the bureau floating upside down in the bedroom.

 

If we shifted gears and used the bureau as a metaphor, we could apply this “standard of insanity” to other areas of life. For example, what happens to a person who grows up in a bedrock family that has voted straight Republican or Democrat for a century, when he announces at dinner that the two-party system of politics is a racket created to foster an illusory difference between conspiring mobsters and thieves?

 

What happens is some form of excommunication.

 

On the stark level of physical reality, however, the penalty is much more severe. Whereas you might not mind the occasional singularity of an upside down bureau, you would certainly object to many, many objects in the landscape fading out without prior notice. You would object to your perception of one hour turning out to be three days for everyone else. You would object to exerting the usual amount of energetic pressure on your doorknob, only to find that the whole door smashes through its frame and falls to pieces on the front walk.

 

We would all prefer to maintain the consensus effect of predictable living. In this venue, the answer to “can’t we all just get along” is a resounding yes. “Do you see that hole in space where the shopping mall used to be” isn’t a question we want to pose to friends and neighbors, when what they see is a one-block tower of concrete, glass, and steel.

 

No one is looking forward to unhinging his own perception when the result is sheer disorientation and a padded cell.

 

Although the prospect of levitating a hundred feet in the air might be appealing, you would probably have second thoughts if you were doing it at high noon in Times Square or on the lawn of the White House.

 

I bring all this up, because there is a confusion about what it would mean to break through the inhibiting limits of the PHYSICAL Matrix. In some ways we want to say yes, and in other ways we want to say no.

 

It’s interesting to observe two concurrent trends vis-a-vis the space-time continuum. While physics has been breaking down the reliable density of matter, the authority of time measured by clocks, and the geometric shape of space, a whole new secular pop-religion has been gaining power.

 

The religion of The Universe. As if to counter the discoveries of physicists and bolster our metaphysical comfort level, wise and smiling academic baby-boomers teach us a whole list of scriptural slogans:

 

The Universe is good. The Universe wants us to be happy. The Universe is the source of our very existence and consciousness. The Universe is there to fulfill our desires. If we pursue a goal and don’t arrive at our hoped-for destination, it’s all right, because the Universe decided it wasn’t meant to be.

 

And more vaguely: The Universe speaks through us; The Universe is waiting for us; The Universe is our home; The Universe is the ultimate spiritual master; The Universe is Life.

 

I’ll stop there. If I went on to consider the sub-category of Universe known as Nature, we could be here for three weeks reciting all the religious catch-phrases

 

As physics has forwarded ideas that challenge the security and the reliability of The Matrix, humans have filled in the blanks with quasi-religious language and thought, whose effect has been to re-define the same old Matrix and re-establish the Troops of Consensus Reality.

 

We are also told, by many scholars, that Events are on the horizon, transforming events that, without any effort on our part, herald a new existence for all of us. These coming happenings are further proof that life and Matrix are out of our hands, and our only job is to understand the forces that will bring us closer to illuminated spiritual communion with our destiny.

 

In show-biz terms, this used to be called Fill. When you have blanks in a story, you fill. You insert plot line. You work on the gaps in the machine so new parts appear and mesh with the overall design.

 

In the Matrix movie franchise, the endless flying combat scenes obscured the need to determine just how reality would look and feel once the grid pattern was destroyed. When the master computer that spooled out consensus was shut down, how would the population experience experience? What would change?

 

This is the subject I want to approach now in a series of articles.

 

My work of the past ten years has been collected and expanded greatly in the collection, THE MATRIX REVEALED. I hope you will consider ordering it. Your purchases support my research and writing. THE MATRIX REVEALED lays out the nuts and bolts and the layers and bridgework and struts and foundations of key aspects of the created Matrix.

 

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

qjrconsulting@gmail.com