If a mainstream reporter told the truth

the pillars of reality would crumble

by Jon Rappoport

September 24, 2015

“Imagine this. The public is told a new disease is sweeping the world, threatening the global population with suffering and death. Millions and millions of words are spewed, detailing and reinforcing the threat. Every day, official reports are issued, blaring the new numbers of cases. Researchers are rushing to develop an effective vaccine. And then, suddenly, someone discovers there is no epidemic. It doesn’t exist. What would happen?” (The Underground, Jon Rappoport)

Telling the truth, of course, must lead to publishing the truth.

And then follow-up investigations would be done to flesh out the story further; to prompt people with inside knowledge to emerge from their closets and confess their complicity.

I’m talking about a certain kind of truth, whereby a sacred cow is destroyed; the kind of cow everyone immediately believes is self-evident, universal, and vital, representing the best motives and impulses of people in power.

That kind of sacred cow.

A cow holding up the world, so to speak.

Destroyed.

There are many important lies that don’t quite rate that status. If they were exposed to the light of day, people would say, “Yes, it’s shocking, but we always had doubts.”

And life would go on.

A monumental sacred cow has the quality of being believed in the same way people believe the sun will come up in the morning.

Therefore, when it falls, the shock is volcanic.

However, I need to add this disclaimer. Most minds and eyeballs simply don’t notice the sacred cow falling and shattering like porcelain. It happens, but it doesn’t draw attention because people will do anything they can to maintain their grip on illusion.

It would take something on the order of Kansas disappearing off the map overnight to arouse the population—and even then, large numbers of people would claim it didn’t happen, because it couldn’t happen.

So now I’ll describe an example.

In the summer of 2009, the world was agog as a sweeping pandemic called Swine Flu invaded their lives. The virus said to be responsible for this catastrophe was H1N1.

The Centers for Disease Control (CDC), whose job was to report numbers of cases, claimed there were roughly ten thousand Swine Flu victims in America.

Understand: getting the numbers right was the CDC’s prime task. In the absence of doing that, they had no reason to exist as an agency tracking an epidemic.

In the fall of 2009, a CBS investigative reporter, Sharyl Attkisson, discovered something quite strange. She hit the motherlode of a scandal:

Back in July, the CDC had stopped counting Swine Flu cases.

The agency didn’t make this public. It didn’t put out the story to reporters. But Attkisson found out the truth.

She went further. She uncovered the reason the CDC stopped counting.

Here is what Attkisson wrote, on October 21, 2009, in an article posted on the CBS News website, titled, “Swine Flu Cases Overestimated?”:

“If you’ve been diagnosed ‘probable’ or ‘presumed’ 2009 H1N1 or ‘swine flu’ in recent months, you may be surprised to know this: odds are you didn’t have H1N1 [Swine] flu. In fact, you probably didn’t have flu at all.”

“That’s according to state-by-state test results obtained in a three-month-long CBS News investigation.”

“In late July, the CDC abruptly advised states to stop testing for H1N1 [Swine] flu, and stopped counting individual cases. The rationale given for the CDC guidance to forego testing and tracking individual cases was: why waste resources testing for H1N1 flu when the government has already confirmed there’s an epidemic?”

“…we [CBS News] asked all 50 states for their statistics on state lab-confirmed H1N1 [Swine Flu cases] prior to the halt of individual testing and counting in July. The results reveal a pattern that surprised a number of health care professionals we consulted. The vast majority of cases were negative for H1N1 as well as seasonal flu, despite the fact that many states were specifically testing patients deemed to be most likely to have H1N1 flu, based on symptoms and risk factors, such as travel to Mexico.”

And the staggering capper on this tale? Roughly three weeks after Attkisson’s Swine Flu revelations appeared in print, the CDC, obviously in great distress over the exposure, decided to double down. The best lie to tell would be a huge lie.

Here, from a November 12, 2009, WebMD article is the CDC’s response: “Shockingly, 14 million to 34 million U.S. residents — the CDC’s best guess is 22 million — came down with H1N1 swine flu by Oct. 17 [2009].” (“22 million cases of Swine Flu in US,” by Daniel J. DeNoon)

I interviewed Sharyl Attkisson. She told me the following:

“…we discovered through our FOI efforts that before the CDC mysteriously stopped counting Swine Flu cases, they had learned that almost none of the cases they had counted as Swine Flu was, in fact, Swine Flu or any sort of flu at all! The interest in the story from one [CBS] executive was very enthusiastic. He said it was ‘the most original story’ he’d seen on the whole Swine Flu epidemic. But others [at CBS] pushed to stop it and, in the end, no [CBS television news] broadcast wanted to touch it. We aired numerous stories pumping up the idea of an epidemic, but not the one that would shed original, new light on all the hype. It [Attkisson’s investigation] was fair, accurate, legally approved and a heck of a story. With the CDC keeping the true Swine Flu stats secret, it meant that many in the public took and gave their children an experimental vaccine that may not have been necessary.”

In other words, the whole Swine Flu episode was a dud. A hoax.

It was exposed on the CBS News website. Beyond that, it never became a big story at CBS or any other major mainstream outlet in the world. It was squashed.

To receive the full force of this hoax, you need to understand that so-called epidemics are very big business. Vaccine business. Pharma business. Government business.

When those governments announce an epidemic, the public believes. The belief is on the order of religious faith. It is also scientific faith. Once announced, there is no going back. These “epidemics” are, like major banks, too big to fail.

But Swine Flu did fail. Right out in the open. On the CBS News website. It was exposed as a grand hoax.

Realizing what they had just let happen, CBS dropped the curtain. There would be no follow-up. The story wouldn’t make it on to the national evening television broadcast.

And most of the people who read the story on the CBS website would blink and move on. Their minds wouldn’t register the implications. Kansas had just disappeared, but for them it was still there.

That’s how consensus reality operates. It’s there even when it isn’t. It’s there even after it’s been axed, sawed, dissolved.

It’s the proverbial bad penny that keeps coming back. It keeps showing up.

The public is married to the whole idea of viruses. Viruses are embraced as basic seeds of medical reality. From those seeds bloom all sorts of unshakable facts about illness. Virus does this, virus causes that, prevent virus from taking hold with a shot—news about viruses is as commonplace and familiar as pots and pans are in kitchens. “Everybody knows about viruses.”

Of course, everybody doesn’t know about viruses, but they think they do.

And here is a case, Swine Flu, where what everybody knew as a fundamental fact of reality was wrong.

The virus wasn’t there.

As a researcher once wrote me, “Pepsi, Coke, McDonald’s, ice cream, viruses. They’re the pillars, the foundation stones. But you’d be surprised how often we’re guessing about viruses. We say they’re there, causing a disease. We give a name to the disease, and the public salutes. We’re taking a stab in the dark. If we admitted it, our whole operation would crash…”

You can doubt what the President is saying. You can doubt the Congress, the FBI, the CIA, and the IRS. You can doubt all the mega-corporations. You can doubt Mickey Mouse and the Pope. But when you doubt viruses, you’re committing heresy, because medical science is a super-religion. Its basic tenets are “self-evident.” They must be. They have to be.

Especially when they aren’t.

Jon Rappoport

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

Psychiatric damage, and a hero for all seasons

Sep23

Psychiatric damage, and a hero for all seasons

by Jon Rappoport

September 23, 2015

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

I met Dr. Peter Breggin in the early 1990s.

Emerging from the publication of my first book, AIDS INC., Scandal of the Century, I was researching the damaging effects of pharmaceutical drugs across a wide spectrum, and of course I came upon the entire array of psychiatric medications.

I read Dr. Breggin’s classic, Toxic Psychiatry (St. Martin’s Press, 1991), managed to contact him, and we’ve been friends ever since.

He has waged a battle for the truth for 50 years. That’s a long time. That takes saying power. Peter has inspired other psychiatrists, as well, to step forward out of the shadows and pick up the sword. In a nation that talks about heroes but seems to find few, Peter stands out as a towering figure.

Aside from his work as a full-time author, he has done groundbreaking work as an expert witness in cases involving psychiatric drug damage (more than 80 court trials):

“1.5 million awarded in child tardive dyskinesia case [drug-induced motor brain damage], Feb.2014… $700,000 settlement in tardive dyskinesia case in Mass., May 2014… Jury awards $1.5 million for suicide involving antidepressants, Nov. 2012… Judge concludes Prozac caused teen to murder, Sept. 2011… first ever electroshock malpractice trial win, 2005… first ever psychosurgery malpractice trial win ($7.5 million against the Cleveland Clinic), 2002…” [Quotes are from Breggin.com.]

In my Feb. 24, 2014 article, “Dr. Breggin rides again: the dangers of psychiatric drugs,” I wrote:

“A recent jury decision, in which Dr. Peter Breggin testified as an expert witness, highlighted the extreme danger of the drugs.

“The civil case was filed on behalf of a boy diagnosed with autism, who was then dosed with antidepressants and anti-psychotic medications (Risperdal and Zyprexa).

“The boy developed two conditions, called tardive dyskinesia and tardive akathisia. Dr. Breggin’s website (www.breggin.com) depicts these conditions:

“’Tardive dyskinesia describes a group of persistent or permanent movement disorders caused by antipsychotic (neuroleptic) drugs including Risperdal, Zyprexa, Invega, Abilify, Geodon, Seroquel, Latuda, Fanapt and Saphris. In addition to typical tardive dyskinesia spasms and twitches of his face, eyelids, and tongue, the youngster developed a severe case of tardive akathisia involving torturous internal agitation that drove him into constant, unrelenting motion.’

“Tardive dyskinesia can most definitely indicate motor brain damage. (See Breggin, Toxic Psychiatry)

“In this civil suit, the Chicago jury came back with a judgment against the treating psychiatrist, Howard Segal.

“The jury award was $1.5 million.

“(Angel v. Segal, State of Illinois, Circuit Court, Cook County. Law Division No.09L 3496)

“Dr. Breggin was an expert witness in an even more surprising case (2012), in which a psychiatric-drug-induced suicide was acknowledged by a Syracuse, New York, jury.

“The jury awarded $1.5 million to the family of Joseph Mazella.

“Dr. Breggin, on his Huffington Post blog, offers this description:

“’Mr. Mazella was a 51-year-old revered high school basketball coach, teacher and assistant principal; and his self-inflicted death was unexpected and shocking to those who knew him and to the Syracuse community.

“’…I found that a glaring negligence had been committed in the case. Family physician William Beals, M.D., who had a reputation for treating psychiatric and addiction patients, had prescribed Paxil for Mr. Mazella for 10 years without seeing him. When Mr. Mazella began to feel anxious and depressed again, on Aug. 9, 2009 he and his wife telephoned the doctor, who was reportedly on vacation on Cape Cod. Despite having no contact with the patient for a decade, by telephone Dr. Beals doubled his Paxil from 20 mg to 40 mg and added the antipsychotic drug, Zyprexa (olanzapine). This began an escalating decline in his mental condition that ended a little more than one month later with his suicide.’

“Both these cases were suits against doctors. They weren’t built to go up against the drug manufacturers.

“However, in significant measure owing to Dr. Breggin’s work, millions and millions of people are waking up to the fact that the drug companies are engaged in a form of chemical assault against the global population.

“The medical front men for these companies affect an arrogant pose of certainty about the drugs’ benefits.

“But the charade is falling apart.”

To grasp the enormity of these victories, you need to understand the power of organized psychiatry, its solid alliance with The State, and the influence of drug companies in court cases. To have come out on top in these trials is a legal miracle. Peter was the expert witness who carried the day with his testimony.

On top of all this, Peter has developed and pioneered what he calls Empathic Therapy, which emphasizes the freedom and responsibility of the individual. Imagine that, in an era of collectivism.

Let us salute Peter Breggin.

Note: Dr. Breggin publishes this warning on his website:

“Most psychiatric drugs can cause withdrawal reactions, sometimes including life-threatening emotional and physical withdrawal problems. In short, it is not only dangerous to start taking psychiatric drugs, it can also be dangerous to stop them. Withdrawal from psychiatric drugs should be done carefully under experienced clinical supervision. Methods for safely withdrawing from psychiatric drugs are discussed in Dr. Breggin’s new book, Psychiatric Drug Withdrawal: A Guide for Prescribers, Therapists, Patients, and Their Families.”

Jon Rappoport

Nuts and bolts of The Matrix Revealed

Sep23

Nuts and bolts of The Matrix Revealed

by Jon Rappoport

September 23, 2015

www.nomorefakenews.com

The Matrix Revealed spans 25 years of research dedicated to learning how this Matrix is put together.

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

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

Here are the nuts and bolts of The Matrix Revealed. It is enormous in scope and size:

* 250 megabytes of information.

* Over 1,100 pages of text.

* Ten and a half hours of audio.

* The 2 bonuses alone are rather extraordinary:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(All the audio presentations are mp3 files and the documents and books are pdf files. You download the files upon purchase.)

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

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

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

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

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

These people, these contacts, were insiders.

They had deep knowledge in their fields:

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

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

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

When I was sure, I began to interview them.

I wasn’t certain where all this would go.

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

As one of my sources described it:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Little did I know…

That was my first big leap.

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

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

And then I met my first two insiders.

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

They weren’t just talking about medical issues.

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

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

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

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

So…

This Volume is for individuals.

Because:

Beyond The Matrix is true individual power.

Despite all the illusions, it has always been there.

It waits for you.

And it is your power.

Jon Rappoport

The crime bosses of political language

Sep22

The crime bosses of political language

~a short story~

by Jon Rappoport

September 22, 2015

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

“Imagine a giant commercial toaster the size of America. It is set on ‘warm’. On the grid sits the entire English language. Gradually, gently, all the words are drained of their juice and are dried out. Then the language is removed and returned to the population. No one seems to notice what has happened.” (The Magician Awakes, Jon Rappoport)

On June 24, 2054, Presidential candidate Jones Q Jones was ushered into a conference room of the US Federal Elections Commission All Hail Our Glorious Government Messiah, Amen.

Jones sat down across a polished table from Inspector Scorpio T Love. The following conversation took place:

Inspector Love: Jones, it’s come to our attention that you recently gave a speech in which you cited a specific number, representing the dollar amount of federal aid given to inner cities over the past 50 years.

Jones: Yes. Five trillion dollars. And I mentioned what an obvious failure this program has been. Poverty in inner cities is at an all-time high.

Love: Yes. We don’t mind your accusation. But you’re not permitted to say “five trillion dollars.”

Jones: Why not?

Love: Because it’s a specific. Specifics tend to produce unnecessary excitement in the voting public. They get worked up.

Jones: You’ve lost me.

Love: An election campaign is about generalities. Let me give you a few examples. A brighter future for our great nation. All of us working together. Correcting the abuses of the past. The duty of every citizen. The preservation of justice. Better education for our children. More money for research. Healing our wounds. Forging closer ties with our allies abroad. International year of peace.

Jones: What about “the FBI screwed up 57,893 felony cases through faulty fingerprint and DNA analysis?”

Love: Absolutely forbidden. It arouses unpredictable emotions. Too specific.

Jones: How about “the US medical system kills 225,000 people every year?”

Love: Not permitted. You could be prosecuted for a felony.

Jones: How serious a felony?

Love: Three years in a federal lockup. Forfeiture of all assets. Reprogramming.

Jones: What kind of reprogramming?

Love: Four years of undergraduate studies at Harvard.

Jones: Listen, those political phrases, those generalities you suggested? They’re meaningless.

Love: They mean just enough.

Jones: Enough for what?

Love: They suggest possibility.

Jones: “Could be, but never is”? Is that what you mean?

Love: The generalities resonate with people who can’t think, can’t follow a line of reasoning, can’t dig down into the details of an issue. These people make up a majority of the electorate. They must be accommodated.

Jones: Is that a law?

Love: It’s a regulation. We enforce it.

Jones: Can I use a generality like “people who work for the federal government are stupid”?

Love: Absolutely. Yes. Don’t you see? The substance of the generality is irrelevant.

Jones: This is…I’m staggered.

Love: Jones, we are about to improve the whole tenor of political-campaign discourse in this country. What I’ve just been explaining to you is going to change. In the future, candidates will utter permitted phrases like “X is Y.” The opposing candidate will say, “No, X is Z.”

Jones: Do you mean that literally?

Love: I only speak literally. Yes. Instead of employing sentences with recognizable nouns and verbs, candidates will rise to a meta-level. X is Y. Z is C. K is L. And so forth.

Jones: But that makes no sense at all.

Love: It’s a wonderful innovation. Think of it. No more sloppy disagreement. No foolish overblown rhetoric. Just pure meta-abstraction signifying the fact of disagreement without having to spell out the content of disagreement.

Jones: In that case, there will be no recognizable difference between one candidate and another.

Love: Not necessarily. The degree of authority and passion with which one utters “X is Y” will carry the day.

Jones: Why use letters like X and Y? Why not numbers?

Love: Because numbers add up to something. That could suggest a specific. We need more abstract generality.

Jones: You could build a robot that would earnestly and passionately say, “X is Y.”

Love: As you well know, we already have millions of such robots. And yes, I believe the day is coming soon when a robot will run for the office of President.

Jones: The President must be born in the United States.

Love: Born, manufactured. What difference does it make? All robots, under federal law, are connected to the same super-computer. That computer could generate the differences between Presidential candidates—assuming that two robots ran against each other. It’s the perfect solution. The super-computer would select key issues on which the population disagrees, then translate them into meta-level speak and dole them out to the candidates…

Jones woke up in his bed. He was drenched in sweat. He had become dizzy and fainted in the conference room, during the interview. They had taken him to Water Reed Hospital. The doctors determined it was just a panic attack. They released him after giving him a pill.

But…how could he tell the American people what was happening? The problem was, the people only understood generalities. That was clear to him now. His effort at deploying specifics would go nowhere.

His phone buzzed. He picked it up.

“Yes?”

“Mr. Jones,” a calm and mellow voice said. “I’m from the PR firm, Slant, Vice, Walleye, and Globular. We understand you may be having a problem with your campaign speeches and debate strategies. We can help you. The skill set required for communicating generalities is our specialty. Producing an effective impact with essentially empty phrases is an art in which we are steeped. We can train you. We can work this out. We can assuage any worries you may have.”

“You can?” Jones croaked.

“Most assuredly, sir. You’re a viable candidate. You have the background. You just need the proper coaching. That’s what we’re here for. You see, all false realities are built up from generalities. The universe itself would not exist without them.”

Jones sat up in bed. He felt a shock run through his body.

“Are you saying…the universe is a false reality?” he said.

He heard laughter on the other end of the line.

“In the beginning was the word, and the word was public relations.”

Jones whispered, “Let me get back to you.”

“Of course,” the voice said. “But consider this. Every structure, every system, is generated from seeds. And every closed system needs seeds that are…what shall I say…deceptive. Ultimately deceptive.”

“You’re losing me,” Jones said.

The voice clucked. “Hmm. Let me put it to you this way. The art of politics is the art of ruling, and the art of ruling is the art of making people think they need to be ruled. With me so far? There could exist a world in which every person knew he could imagine and invent his own realities without end. That’s a possible world. Yes? But it’s not this world. In this world, people want Someone Else to invent reality. Given that fact, we plant the right seeds. Our seeds are empty generalities. They are a kind of secret treaty between the people and their rulers—from which towering government is born. The deal is, the rulers will spout empty phrases and the people will absorb them, like food. Sustenance. Do you see?”

Jones nodded. “I’m beginning to,” he said.

“Good. Well, you need help in knowing how to plant your seeds. And that’s where we come in. You can be a front man for The Method. The Method is the ruler’s art of living up to his end of the treaty. You can fulfill that role effectively and win, or you can perform it badly and lose, and sink back into obscurity, and become a schmuck. You can front brilliantly for The Method, or you can fail. Which outcome do you want, Mr. Jones?”

Jones hung up the phone. He lay back in his bed and stared at the darkness. He realized he was at a crossroad.

Someone was trying to hand him the keys to the kingdom. And he was having doubts.

It suddenly seemed ridiculous. What was he fighting against? The essence of the thing was, he was lacking a few tricks. That’s all. And he could learn how to do those tricks. He could Bush and Clinton his way forward. He could be part of the answer or part of the question. The question would go on asking itself forever. It was a non-starter.

His problem was wrapped up in learning a new language. A simpler language. Words for the masses.

How could he have missed seeing this before? His whole education had somehow veered off the track. So much effort, so much wasted time.

Well, all that could be corrected now. He could plug the hole in his understanding of how things worked. He could deliver the goods.

As he drifted off to sleep, a glaze of confusion set in. Did he really have that interview earlier in the day? Perhaps it was a faulty memory. There were such things.

He slept.

He dreamed he was President of the United States. He was sitting at a huge table in the White House planning a State of the Union speech. Pages of notes lay before him.

The notes were composed of letters, not words. X, Q, L, M, B, G, O.

Suddenly, he understood what they were. They were the building blocks of a reality whose essence lay just beyond his grasp.

It was a wonderful structure, like a mansion. Its rooms were quiet. Empty. Unoccupied. Waiting.

Waiting for him. All he had to do was make an announcement and the letters and the house would come alive. A party would spring into being. All the guests there, already engaged in conversation. The food and drinks laid out. The servants…

So he spoke, with great assurance: X, Q, L, M, B, G, O.

Voila. He was at his own dinner. The guests were standing in small groups, talking to each other. They were exchanging phrases. The words were so vague, so wonderful. They seemed to carry great import. So this was the world he had missed. This was the place he had mislaid. This was the home he had aspired to.

And it was born out of neutral seeds of enormous fluid pretension. How astonishing, that such a thing could happen.

The dream gradually faded.

He fell into a deeper well of sleep, contented, as a voyager who has finally found a secret after a harrowing journey.

It was worth it. His whole life was worth it, now. His search was over.

He wished everyone could experience this surpassing peace. But he knew it was only for the few.

In the weeks, months, and years to come, he would learn to accept this fact.

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The blockbuster movie called Reality

Sep22

by Jon Rappoport

September 22, 2015

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There is always a certain amount of whining and remorse as one enters the theater to see the movie called Reality, after buying the ticket.

“Is this a good idea?”

You can already feel a merging sensation. The electromagnetic fields humming in the theater, even before the movie starts, are drawing you into the space.

Your perception of x dimensions is narrowing down to three.

You take your seat. You look at the note you’ve written to yourself, and you read it again:

“Don’t forget where you came from. Don’t forget this is just a movie. Don’t fall asleep. The serial time in the movie is an artifact. The binding feeling of sentimental sympathy is an induction. It’s the glue that holds the movie fixed in your mind.”

“The movie will induce nostalgia for a past that doesn’t exist. Don’t surrender to it.”

“You’re here to find out why the movie has power.”

“You want to undergo the experience without being trapped in it.”

“The content of the movie will distract you from the fact that it is a construct.”

The lights dim.

On the big screen, against a gray background, the large blue word REALITY slowly forms.

Suddenly, you’re looking at a huge pasture filled with flowers. The sky is a shocking blue. You can feel a breeze on your arms and face.

You think, “This is a hypnotic trance weapon.”

Now, the pasture fades away and you’re standing on an empty city street at night. It’s drizzling. You hear sirens in the distance. A disheveled beggar approaches you and holds out his trembling hand.

He waits, then moves on.

You look at the wet shining pavement and snap your fingers, to change it into a lawn. Nothing happens.

You’re shocked.

You wave your hand at a building. It doesn’t disappear.

Incredible.

You reach into your pocket and feel a wallet. You walk over to a streetlight and open it. There’s your picture on a plastic ID card. Your name is under the picture, followed by a number code. On the reverse side of the card, below a plastic strip, is a thumbprint.

There are other cards in the wallet, and a small amount of paper money. You look at the ID card again. There’s an address.

Though it seems impossible, you remember the address. In your mind’s eye, you see a small cottage at the edge of an industrial town. There’s a pickup parked in the driveway.

It’s your truck. You know it. But how can that be?

You walk toward larger buildings in the distance.

Three men in uniforms turn a corner and come up to you. Behind them emerges a short man in a business suit. He nods at you and holds out his hand.

You know what he wants. You pull out your wallet and give it to him. He looks at the ID card, at you, at the card again.

“You were reported missing,” he says.

“Missing from what?” you say.

“Your home. Your job. What are doing here? Are you all right?”

“I’m fine,” you say. “I was…taking a short trip. I’m just out for some air.”

“In this part of the city?” he says. “That’s not smart. We’ll take you home. Our car is right over there.”

One car sits on a side street. In large red letters printed on the trunk are the words Care and Concern.

You walk with the men to the car.

Waves you’ve never felt before are emanating from it.

Mentally, you try to back up from them. They’re targeting your body. You feel a haze settle over you.

In the haze dance little creatures. They’re speaking. You try to hear what they’re saying.

Now you do. “Real, real, real.”

You look at the short man in the suit. He’s smiling at you.

Suddenly, his smile is transcendent. It’s so reassuring, tears fill your eyes.

But you’re thinking, “They built this so I would be lost, and then they found me. I’m supposed to be rescued. I’ve never experienced being rescued before. I never knew what it meant.”

You hear faint music.

It grows louder. As you near the car, you realize you’re listening to a chorus and an orchestra. The rising theme is Victory.

One of the uniformed men opens the car door.

You nod at him.

“My pleasure, sir,” he says.

The music fades away.

The scene shifts.

You’re standing next to the pickup in your driveway alongside your cottage.

You’re home.

Think, you tell yourself. What’s going on?

You recognize your mind is now divided into two parts. The first part registers sensations from this new reality. These sensations are meant to be sorted, in order to answer the question: How Am I Doing?

The second part of your mind is entirely devoted to perceiving problems and solving them. Everything at this level is organized to constitute problems.

You were never aware of these two sectors of your mind before.

Where did they come from?

Now, as you walk into your cottage and instantly remember the rooms and the objects in these rooms, an accompanying sensation of Familiarity, slightly out of phase, grows stronger.

You realize, without knowing how, that you’re supposed to feel tremendous relief. This is what’s expected of you.

It’s expected of everyone. They live with one another through the touchstone of the Familiar. They share it like bread.

They keep coming back to it. The Familiar is a sacrament.

It’s built in. It’s invented through…electromagnetically induced fields. It’s stamped on every object in this space…

…In order to suggest you’ve been here before. To suggest you belong here.

As you look around the cottage, you apprehend a third sector of your mind. You struggle to identify it.

It’s the fount of a different kind of perception.

Yes.

You keep staring at the cottage and you see space.

You see space that…

Has been placed here. For you.

And at that moment, there is a small explosion behind your head.

And you’re sitting in the theater again.

The movie is playing on the screen. All around you, in the seats, people are sitting with their eyes closed.

You feel a tap on your shoulder. You turn. It’s an usher.

“Sir,” he says. “Please follow me.”

He leads you up the aisle into the lobby, which is empty.

An office door opens and a young woman steps out. She strides briskly over to you.

“You woke up and came back,” she says. She gives you a tight smile. “So we’re refunding your money. It’s our policy.”

She drops a check into your hand.

“What happened in there?” you say. “What happened?”

She shrugs.

“Only you would know that. You must have done something to interrupt the transmission.”

“And the rest of those people?”

She looks at her watch. “They’re probably into their fifth year by now. The fifth year is typically a time of conflict. They rebel. Well, some of them do. They rearrange systems. They replace leaders. They promote new ideals.”

“I had such a strong feeling I’d been there before.”

She smiles. “Apparently it wasn’t strong enough. You’re back here.”

“How do you do it?” you say.

“I’m sorry,” she says. “That’s proprietary information. Did you meet your family?”

“No,” you say. “But I was in a cottage. It was…home.”

She nods.

“If you hadn’t escaped, you would have been subjected to much stronger bioelectric bonding pulses. Do you have a family here?”

You start to answer and realize you don’t know.

She looks into your eyes.

“Go out to the street,” she says crisply. “Walk around. Take a nice long walk for an hour. You’ll reorient. It’ll come back to you.”

“Why do you do it?” you say.

“Do what?”

“Sell this trip.”

“Oh,” she says. “Why does a travel agent book a vacation for a client? We’re in that business.”

You turn toward the exit. The sun is shining outside. People are walking past the doors.

You take a deep breath and leave the theater.

The street is surging with crowds. The noise is thunderous.

You notice you’re carrying a rolled up sheet of paper in your hand.

You open it.

It’s a non-disclosure agreement.

“If you return from your movie experience, you agree to reveal or discuss, under penalty of law, nothing about its nature, substance, or duration…”

You look at the sheet of paper, make up your mind, and it bursts into flames.

Jon Rappoport

The Pope Appeareth

Sep20

The Pope Appeareth

by Jon Rappoport

September 20, 2015

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“Religions and, yes, even certain ‘economic systems’ have preached poverty as the way to salvation, or at least a ‘more honest’ life. Poverty is promoted as a kind of test of faith. But the promoters always had cash in the bank. The catch is this: in order to reap the spiritual rewards, a poor person has to remain poor. Otherwise, how can he continue to know true glory? The modern version of this is: a victim is a victim forever. Otherwise, he might eliminate the need for ‘social justice’ and the con artists who peddle it. Don’t spend a few dollars cleaning up the contaminated water systems in Third World countries. Don’t give back good growing land that was stolen. Poverty and starvation are glamorous. They give rise to humanitarian ideologies that front for theft and destruction on a grand scale.” (The Underground, Jon Rappoport)

He’s here. The Pope. And his covert Jesuit message is: let’s get rid of separate nations, eliminate private profit for the middle class, and return to those glorious days of the Middle Ages; my Church flourishes under those conditions; we know how to deal with wall-to-wall misery; oh, and here’s the collection plate.

He’s part of the international gang that throws around the word “capitalism” as if it’s a mortal sin.

Making distinctions isn’t the Pope’s forte.

He ignores the differences between mega-corporations who align with governments (and his Church) to create a Globalist Order…and the untold numbers of small businesses owned by people who want to work for a living and earn a profit.

For the Pope, it’s all “capitalism.” Everything should be free—which, translated, means: almost everyone should be poor.

Migration of populations? No problem. It’s a good thing. After all, it helps, in the long run, to erase borders and nations and turn back the clock to more troubled times.

That’s the op, and the Pope is on board with it. He and Obama will get along well. Obama is in charge of making sure the inner-city communities he champions will stay poor and have ample targets to blame.

Obama never intended to create jobs in those inner cities and transform them. That was never on his agenda. He never intended to speak about how the jobs and the companies were lost there, as one Globalist trade deal after another sent work and factories overseas. Obama is touting new trade deals.

He and the Pope will give each other a nudge and a wink.

If these two have their way, the “settled science” on manmade warming will trigger global cuts in energy production (except for favored companies), thus creating even more horrific poverty among the Third World countries which are supposed to “benefit from the rational distribution of energy”).

These two men know how to use “humanitarian” utterances to front for their real goals. They know how to play that tune up and down the scale, instilling the proper amount of guilt along the way.

The Pope and the President will be popping champagne corks. It’ll be a party.

Obama: Your Holiness, I’m a rank amateur when it comes to psyops. You folks have been running cons for a couple of thousand years give or take. So any tips you can offer me…

Pope: Don’t kid a kidder, Barack. You’re doing a bang-up job. You started off with that messianic salvation utopia thing, and then you put it on the shelf and went for social justice, which is a biggie, because it diverts attention from the fact that most people just want jobs and enough money to survive—and of course that is never going to happen…

In his first comments to the press after election as Pope, Francis said: “This is what I want, a poor church for the poor.”

1.2 billion members, a separate nation (the Vatican), an estimated $170 billion in annual spending…sure, a poor church.

The “for the poor” part of the Pope’s quote is accurate. As in: a return to greater poverty. In such a world, the feudal lords will fill the collection plate.

There’s just one problem with the Vatican’s Globalist agenda. It doesn’t quite mesh with the mega-corporate view of Globalism. As fewer and fewer people around the world can afford to buy what the corporations are selling, a crack-up will occur. But for the Pope, those are petty details. He’s with the mega-corporations on the surface; but at a deeper level, the Vatican wants what it’s always wanted: chaos, poverty, and top-down control.

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The rebel artist vs. the android

Sep19

~a short story~

by Jon Rappoport

September 19, 2015

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On January 12, 2061, President Winston Smith made a quick campaign stop in the Northeast corridor to address the Coexistence Group in Gates Town.

The Coexistence Group was a remnant of the coalition formed between Monsanto and organic farmers in the state formerly known as New Hampshire.

The President, dressed in a silk rainbow robe, donated to him by the Cosmic Guilders of Carpentry at the Foot of the Most Pleasant Rockefeller Estate, lit a candle at the Memorial of the Drifting Gene, to commemorate the inevitable triumph of genetically modified agriculture in America.

He then gave a short speech, during which he pointed out that all food products in America were now labeled GMO because of the Gene Drift, and although such labeling was redundant, it was “ritualistically correct,” because it signified the right of the consumer to know what he/she was eating.

A supper followed at the Inn of the Bill Melinda. The meal consisted of ceremonial gluten-free organic genetically modified soy-peanut burgers and GM whey cola.

During the supper, a local artist stood up from his seat, toasted the President, and suddenly asked, “What phase of brain programming do you now enjoy, Mr. President?”

A hundred Secret Service agents deployed in the room and at other locations in the Inn immediately drew their weapons. But the President waved them off with a smile.

“It’s all right,” President Smith said. “This citizen has every right to address his Commander-in-Chief.”

The President then offered these off-the cuff remarks:

“Actually, sir, there is no ‘I’ anymore or ‘you.’ There is only ‘we’ because the programming is common to us all, if we volunteer for it. And 67 percent of us do. We are all connected to the same Google/Kurzweil/NSA Plasma Cloud Formation. That, as you probably know, is the artificial superbrain.

“We receive input from it every second of every day. In other words, we are all obtaining correct answers, the same answers, to problems we face.

“Phase Four, which improves connectivity and reception, and takes in expanded subjects of interest and vital concern, is the current application. I, which is to say, we, participate in Phase Four.

“In Four, stress levels are reduced to a nine, on a scale from one to a hundred, where one is the lowest possible stress-count.

“We no longer need to take vacations, except for pilgrimages to sites where monuments celebrate our Nature Is All and Technology Is All and All Is One Everything religious faith.

“And you, sir,” the President continued. “Are you with a Program Phase?”

The artist burst out laughing.

“No, Mr. President. I’m a holdout.”

“Ah,” the President said, “an outlier. Let’s see. Downloading now. Profile. We perceive you’re an artist, your name is Diego Jose Siqueiros. Yes, the information is coming through. You formerly lived in the small city of Ashland in the Northwest corridor, and you received a number of commissions to build structures there.

“After twelve years, you designed and erected so many unique buildings, the city fathers feared that, if left to your own devices, you would ‘take over’ Ashland. In the interest of fairness and sharing, they ceased funding your work. You drifted down to the Los Angeles Complex, where you created a website called Versus the Moron. Eventually, you settled here in the Northeast.”

“That’s right, sir,” the artist said. “A question. Do you remember a time when you weren’t connected to the superbrain in any way?”

The President nodded. “We used to remember such a time, but no longer. Those memories became unproductive. Now we are here With the Program. We operate in it and with it.”

“So you don’t miss being free?” the artist asked.

“Oh, we are free, Mr. Siqueiros. We are free to obtain the right answers through the Program. Having correct data and valid conclusions is quite liberating. The sense of struggle is gone. Struggle is an ancient appendage which technocratic evolution makes extinct.”

“Sir,” the artist said, “I would enjoy debating that point. But I’d rather talk about the individual invention of unprecedented and unpredictable realities.”

“Oh,” the President said. “Another fanciful notion from the past. We’ve discovered that all art and in fact all so-called unique creations of the ‘I’ are delusions. The superbrain can ‘create’ anything. It merely arranges and rearranges data in various configurations. It produces closed systems. For example, it can design a thousand buildings in less than a second.”

The artist frowned.

“No,” he said. “The superbrain spits out random shapes on command. That’s machine-life.”

“Machine-life?” the President said. “I’m receiving mild warnings now. That phrase is an RRT.”

“Meaning what?” the artist said.

“It’s a sub-sub category in the Program. RRT stands for Rebellious Rat Tail. It indicates we are in the presence of a stubborn defective ‘I’ who is scorning the Group.”

“Mr. President,” the artist said. “Were you born of a human mother and father, or are you a virtual artifact of the superbrain?”

The Secret Service agents in the room took a step forward.

The President’s face turned red. He rose from his chair.

“How dare you say that to me!” he shouted.

“Why? Because I’m flipping your cover?”

The artist then enunciated a long series of sounds. The declaration came out, as one attendee later put it, like a “gray river.”

“Emwgrtyonefiftyfruntsillgreenefsevenlenstayeightcricrimescene…”

Apparently, it was a code-trigger that had been hacked from the Program. And the code ran.

A loud hum filled the room.

A few seconds later, the President collapsed back into his seat. He flopped around like a doll and then went still. His eyes stared at nothing.

“As I expected,” the artist said. “He’s a four-D printout from the superbrain. An agent.”

A voice came from somewhere inside the President.

“Allen Dulles thirteen A seven branched MKULTRA…”

Silence.

Then a gentle man who manufactured a product called We Love You Organic Monsanto Cherry Vanilla With Roundup Cookies said:

“It’s all right, everybody. There’ll be another President along in a few minutes. I’m sure of it. He’ll appear. We’re all in this together. We’re in coexistence mode. Don’t worry. The superbrain says we’re all One. Unity. The Tao. Yin and Yang. Night and Day. Harmony.”

And the room burst into wild applause.

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The TPP, Monsanto, Rockefeller, Trilateral Commission, Brzezinski

Sep18

All hands on deck for global, economic, corporate dictatorship

by Jon Rappoport

September 18, 2015

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“The so-called ‘migration’ of populations into Europe and America is no accident. It’s part and parcel of a Trilateral Commission plan to introduce a high degree of chaos—which of course will require a militarized police response, to ‘restore order’ and remove huge chunks of freedom in the process. All significant US policy decisions are initiated by Trilateral members working inside and outside of government.” (The Underground, Jon Rappoport)

There are dots to connect here. They’re real, and they’re spectacular.

Let me begin with a brief exchange from a 1978 interview, conducted by reporter Jeremiah Novak. He was speaking with two American members of the Trilateral Commission (TC), a group founded in 1973 by David Rockefeller and his intellectual flunkey, Zbigniew Brzezinski.

NOVAK: Yes, but why doesn’t President Carter come out with it and tell the American people that [US] economic and political power is being coordinated by a [Trilateral Commission] committee made up of Henry Owen and six others? After all, if [US] policy is being made on a multinational level, the people should know.

RICHARD COOPER [Trilateral Commission member]: President Carter and Secretary of State Vance have constantly alluded to this in their speeches.

KARL KAISER [Trilateral Commission member]: It just hasn’t become an issue.

Source: “Trilateralism: The Trilateral Commission and Elite Planning for World Management,” ed. by Holly Sklar, 1980. South End Press, Boston. Pages 192-3.

This through-the-looking-glass moment summed up the casual arrogance of Trilateral members: of course US government policy was in the hands of Trilateralists; what else would you expect?

US government policy most certainly covers the area of international trade—and Cooper and Kaiser were foreshadowing blockbuster trade treaties to come: e.g., NAFTA, GATT (which established the World Trade Organization), CAFTA, and now, the Trans-Pacific Partnership (TPP), which is being negotiated in secret among 12 nations responsible for a major amount of world trade and world GDP.

Here are two key Trilateral quotes that reflect this global outlook—by which I mean a world dominated by mega-corporations:

“The nation state as a fundamental unit of man’s organized life has ceased to be the principal creative force: International banks and multinational corporations are acting and planning in terms that are far in advance of the political concepts of the nation-state.” — Zbigniew Brzezinski, 1969.

Brzezinski was Obama’s foreign policy mentor after Obama won the Presidency in 2008.

Any doubt on the question of Trilateral Commission goals is answered by David Rockefeller himself, the founder of the TC, in his Memoirs (2003):

“Some even believe we are part of a secret cabal working against the best interests of the United States, characterizing my family and me as ‘internationalists’ and of conspiring with others around the world to build a more integrated global political and economic structure—one world, if you will. If that is the charge, I stand guilty, and I am proud of it.”

“Integrated global political and economic structure” means: domination of populations via giant corporations.

Here is the payoff. The current US Trade Representative (appointed by Obama in 2013), who is responsible for negotiating the TPP with 11 other nations, is Michael Froman, a former member of the Trilateral Commission. Don’t let the word “former” fool you. TC members resign when they take positions in the Executive Branch of government. And when they serve in vital positions, such as US Trade Representative, they aren’t there by accident. They’re TC operatives with a specific agenda.

The TPP IS a major item on the Trilateral to-do list. Make no mistake about it.

Let’s move along to Monsanto, one of those mega-corporations the Trilateralists fervently favor.

From 2001 to 2008, a man named Islam Siddiqui was a staunch US lobbyist for, and vice president of, CropLife America. Siddiqui represented Monsanto, BASF, Bayer, Dow, DuPont, Syngenta—the biggest and most aggressive biotech GMO corporations in the world.

On October 21, 2011, Siddiqui’s new appointment (by Obama) was confirmed. He became the federal government’s Chief Agricultural Negotiator, and served in that position until he resigned on December 12, 2013. During his tenure, Siddiqui, Monsanto’s man, was up to his ears in negotiating the TPP.

On April 22, 2009, Siddiqui had addressed the press in a US State Dept. briefing disingenuously titled “Green Revolution”:

“What we need now in the 21st century is another revolution… you would not do it just by conventional breeding. You need to have use of 21st century technologies, including biotechnology, genetic [GMO] technology… And these molecules, which are being used (inaudible), they are state-of-the-art technologies, using molecular biology. Especially in chemicals [pesticides], they have less harsh footprint on the environment, they are more green, in terms of the adverse effects and ecological effects. They are also tested more thoroughly.”

Siddiqui is a disinformation pro. For example, the most widely used pesticide in the world, deployed in conjunction with Monsanto’s GMO crops, was tested so “thoroughly” for safety that it is now declared a probable carcinogen by the World Health Organization. You may have heard of it: Roundup.

Siddiqui’s tenure negotiating US interests in the TPP surely favored big biotech, and all the companies who make their living selling GMO crop-seeds and pesticides.

The predicted outcome of the TPP vis-à-vis GMOs? It’s obvious. Nations who resist the importation of GMO food crops will be sued, in private tribunals, for interfering with “free trade.”

This is the future writ large, unless the TPP is derailed.

Consider the local movement in Hawaii’s Maui County, where in the last election, citizens voted to block long-standing Monsanto/Dow experimentation with GMOs and their attendant pesticides, until an independent investigation could assess the health effects of those reckless open-air activities.

Monsanto immediately sued to suspend the force of the vote, successfully obtained an injunction, and the case has been hung up in federal court ever since.

Under the TPP, all successful local community actions against GMOs and their pesticides, anywhere in the 12-member countries, would be viewed per se as obstructions to free trade; and instead of engaging in a public and messy court battle, corporations could simply sue (or threaten to sue) the offending member country in a private tribunal, automatically defeat the local communities, and win a cash judgment.

Attempts to label GMOs, and previous laws allowing labeling in various countries, could be arbitrarily canceled.

Consider the recent astounding action of US Trade Representatives in Europe. Using yet another disastrous trade treaty under negotiation, the TTIP (Transatlantic Trade and Investment Partnership), US Trade Reps pressured the European Union (EU) to modify its stance on pesticides.

The Guardian (May 22, 2015) headline and tag says it all:

“EU dropped pesticide laws due to US pressure over TTIP, documents show… US trade officials pushed EU to shelve action on endocrine-disrupting chemicals linked to cancer and male infertility to facilitate TTIP free trade deal”.

Note: this repressive and criminal action didn’t even involve a treaty that had been ratified. The pressure was all about the so-called positive economic impact the TTIP would have, when passed, for Europe. And in the face of that money benefit, and the threat of its removal (by ditching the TTIP negotiations), who would dare curb the import and use of chemicals that achieve something as “minor” as disrupting human endocrine systems and causing male infertility and cancer?

This is the sort of judgment we can look forward to, if and when the TTP and the TTIP are ratified.

This is the face of corporate Globalism. This is the face of the Globalist Trilateral Commission.

Recently, US Senator Jeff Sessions broke the code of silence on what is in the forbidden-to-be-disclosed TPP Treaty. His most pungent revelation concerned “living agreements.” Thus giving new meaning to the term bait-and-switch.

Living agreements are arbitrary changes that can be made to the treaty, by Presidential fiat, without consulting Congress, after the treaty has been ratified.

That’s right. In other words, the treaty is the treaty until it isn’t, until it’s something more, something different, something worse, something that empowers mega-corporations to a greater degree than previously negotiated.

Because those corporations, those Monsantos and Dows and Syngentas, wouldn’t want to miss a trick, wouldn’t want to forego suddenly realizing how they can exert even more dominance, would they?

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Barbara Chicherio offers a powerful clue about what’s to come if the TPP is ratified (“Trans-Pacific Partnership and Monsanto,” occupy-monsanto.com):

“Trade agreements have a history of displacing small farmers and destroying local food economies. Ten years following the passage of NAFTA (North American Free Trade Agreement) 1.5 million Mexican farmers became bankrupt because they could not compete with the highly subsidized US corn entering the Mexican market.

“In the same 10 years Mexico went from a country virtually producing all of its own corn to a country that now imports at least half of this food staple. Mexican consumers are now paying higher prices for Monsanto’s GMO corn.”

It isn’t just GMOs. Suppose a US pharmaceutical company decides to export a new drug to Japan or Australia or Canada, all members of the TPP. And suppose the drug is highly toxic. And suppose the governments of those nations object. The US company could sue, win a huge $$ judgment, and force the export to go through anyway.

As I’ve written in previous articles, the details of the TPP negotiations and the text of the TPP are secret. Government officials in the member nations are not allowed to know all the details of the treaty, nor are they permitted to reveal what they know to the public.

This is an oligarchic dictatorship of corporations on a global scale. Along with a purposeful dumb-show, played out by government officials: “I don’t even know much about what’s in the trade treaty. And if I did, I couldn’t tell you.” So far, Senator Sessions is the only exception.

Those people who still believe that One World United, delivered to us by the powers-that-be, will lead to a better life for all, need to put that fairy tale away and see the underlying framework and the underlying betrayal.

The Globalist/Trilateral Community aims to destroy the rights and power of all communities, and ultimately, destroy all people who still have a grip on the word freedom.

This is the grinning nightmare descending in the long night, professing to help us all, claiming to know the details of better living through chemistry, asserting that trade treaties couldn’t harm a flea…and television news assures us that, at worst, this is just another he-said he-said debate, nothing to worry about, be happy, march forward, eyes closed, mouths shut, mind quiet.

Jon Rappoport

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

Imitating reality and super-reality: deep matrix

Sep17

Imitating reality and super-reality: deep matrix

by Jon Rappoport

September 17, 2015

The biggest addiction in the world is the compulsion to copy reality. To see things “as they are” and only as they are.

This fixation on reality-as-it-is even extends to art, whereby some writers and painters slavishly imitate what they see in front of them…as if there were no other possibilities.

Most people, reading these words, would say, “Well, what else could you expect? What else is there? Reality is reality.”

This is a hypnotic response.

Then you have various religions and spiritual systems that purport to reveal “what is behind reality.” People grab on to these like drowning sailors. Suddenly, they have a new and superior version of “what exists,” and they bow down to it. They buy it and ingest it and promote it.

They think thoughts that align with it. They invoke feelings that align with it. They do everything they can to establish an inner state of mind that coordinates with their newfound “super-reality.”

You even have people saying that the universe (a physical structure) is taking care of them, working on their behalf, deciding when the time is right to give them gifts—and therefore it’s a good idea to surrender to the universe.

Human beings look like strange creatures when they go around attaching themselves to “what already exists” as if they had found the ultimate drug addiction.

What’s missing is: imagination. Because imagination yields up an infinity of what doesn’t exist. It breaks the addiction.

Imagination is an active dynamic capacity that cuts a deep and wide swathe through life and leads to invention and creation.

The invention of new realities and futures.

Imagination doesn’t have to fly away into other realms, never to return. In fact, it can lead to employing aspects of the physical world as raw material in the process of invention.

And it transforms the consciousness of the individual who is doing the creating.

This is why I developed many, many imagination exercises, based in part on the early Tibetan tradition of practice.

I’ve included them in my collection, Exit From The Matrix.

Here are the contents of my collection, Exit From The Matrix:

First, my new audio presentations:

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

* EXIT FROM THE MATRIX

* 50 IMAGINATION EXERCISES

* FURTHER IMAGINATION EXERCISES

* ANESTHESIA, BOREDOM, EXCITEMENT, ECSTASY

* ANCIENT TIBET AND THE UNIVERSE AS A PRODUCT OF MIND

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

* PARANORMAL EXPERIMENTS AND EXERCISES

* CHILDREN AND IMAGINATION

* THE CREATIVE LIFE AND THE MATRIX/IMAGINATION

* PICTURES OF REALITY AND ESCAPE VELOCITY FROM THE MATRIX

* THIS WOULD BE A VERY DIFFERENT FUTURE

* MODERN ZEN

* THE GREAT PASSIONS AND THE GREAT ANDROIDS

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

* Mind Control, Mind Freedom

* The Transformations

* Desire, Manifestation and Fulfillment

* Altered States, Consciousness, and Magic

* Beyond Structures

* The Mystery and Magic of Dialogue

* The Voyage of Merlin

* Modern Alchemy and Imagination

* Imagination and Spiritual Enlightenment

* Dissolving Stress

* The Paranormal Project

* Zen Painting for Everyone Now

* Past Lives, Archetypes, and Hidden Sources of Human Energy

* Expression of Self

* Imagination Exercises for a Lifetime

* Old Planet, New Planet, New Mind

* The Era of Magic Returns

* Your Power Revealed

* Universes Without End

* Relationships

* Building a Business for Success

I have included an additional bonus section:

* My book, The Secret Behind Secret Societies (pdf document)

* My book, The Ownership of All Life (pdf document)

* A long excerpt from my briefly published book, Full Power (pdf document)

* My 24 articles in the series, “Coaching the Coaches” (pdf document)

And these audio seminars:

* The Role of Medical Drugs in Human Illness

* Longevity One: The Mind-Body Connection

* Longevity Two: The Nutritional Factors

(All the audio presentations are mp3 files and the documents and books are pdf files. You download the files upon purchase. There is no physical ship.)

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

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

Jon Rappoport

Trump scorches Dallas: why it matters

Sep15

Trump scorches Dallas: why it matters

The hollow people. The Hillary, the Jeb, the Biden.

by Jon Rappoport

September 15, 2015

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

Give any one of them the election and you’ll get more of the high-flying soap-opera brain-eating rhetoric that covers the Globalist agenda and Globalist crimes, that signals the pandering for votes.

Biz as usual. Business on a stick. Corn dog on a stick.

Hollow Hillary: “There cannot be true democracy unless all citizens are able to participate fully in the lives of their country.”

Zzzzz. Can I have a little ketchup on my corn dog?

Hollow Hillary: “It is time to put policy ahead of politics and success ahead of the status quo. It is time for a new strategy to produce what we need: a stable Iraq government that takes over for its own people so our troops can finish their job.”

Can I have a little mayo on my corn dog?

Hollow Hillary: “At the end of the day, the American people are going to be faced with some very tough judgments, because, at the current course this president is pursuing, I’m afraid that the next president will inherit this situation, with all of its complexity and all of its heartbreak…”

Can I have a little cheese on my corn dog?

Hollow Jeb: “I think we need to lift our spirits and have high, lofty expectations for this great country of ours.”

Can I have a few more chlorine ice cubes in my Coke?

Hollow Jeb: “Governors have to balance budgets. And they have to make decisions. And they have to do things that sometimes aren’t popular. And they also have to bring people together to try to solve problems.”

Can I have a few more rubbery fries from last week?

This is the kind of language we’ve become used to.

Grown in a lab, then left to rot. Sick substance. Low-grade fever. Robot plastic for robot minds.

“What? I didn’t think there was anything wrong with that language. It’s what politicians and leaders do. It’s expected. It’s actually comfortable.”

Yes, comfortable, like a sheet drawn over a dead body in a police case that will never be solved.

“Hillary and Jeb weren’t able to make it to the debate tonight. But they left messages for the viewing audience. We’re bringing those messages in, in a hermetically sealed aluminum container. No one has read the words yet. A representative from Price Waterhouse will now cut the seals and reveal the contents. Every syllable was created by a special computer buried on the moon…”

So last night Trump strolls into a hall in Dallas, lays down his ten-gallon hat and his six-guns and talks for an hour or so to an audience of 20,000 without a teleprompter.

He says, “Cheer or boo if you like the media.”

He says, “The [illegal immigrant] gangs will be outta hear so friggn’ fast…We have to stop this sanctuary city crap…I refuse to eat Oreo [cookies] anymore. They’re moving from Chicago to Mexico…[I’ll lay on a] 35% tax [tariff] on cars from [American car companies] coming in [from their plants in Mexico]…I’ll make the announcement at 9am…and I’m going to get the call from the CEO of Ford…Mr. President [Trump], I think you are doing the wrong thing…by 5pm [that day]…Ford will be bringing the plants back to the USA…Obamacare: we’re going to repeal it…”

He says he’s going to wipe out the huge trade deficits with China, Japan, and Mexico. Make new deals, better deals. Therefore, new jobs in America.

He’s letting it all hang out. He’s thinking as he’s talking. He’s remembering all the things he hates about American politics and politicians and bumbling American negotiators. He cuts himself off while talking about trade deals and abruptly launches into an attack on Obamacare and John Kerry and the Iran deal and then mentions that he, Trump, knows everything there is to know about making deals, and he knows the greatest and toughest and most ruthless negotiators in the world, and he will bring them on board to reverse the lousy self-destructive deals the US has made with other governments…

He’s all over the map. He’s going to build a great beautiful Trump Wall at the Mexican border for a few billion dollars and Mexico will pay for it and they’ll be happy to pay for it, because not paying for it will endanger the 50- billion-dollar trade advantage they have with the US—an advantage he is personally going to shrink anyway.

In the history of America, no politician has ever made a speech like this. Not in front of 20,000 people, not with his big poll numbers.

Of course, most of America still believes in the hollow people, the Hillary, the Jeb, the Biden. At least they say they do. But inside, where no one can see, they believe they’re trapped and they want to get out. They sense that this creature, Trump, is aware of the trap and he wants to spring it. He’s talking the way they would, if they dared to.

The jobs have gone away. The money has gone away. For half the country, this is Food Stamp America and Welfare America and NAFTA America and hunger America.

And Trump seems to be talking about jobs. Money. Better days. He’s not talking about how the country was founded on racist principles. He’s not talking about God. He’s talking about people going back to work. And it’s not just what he’s talking about, but how.

He’s slinging mud. He’s mocking his opponents. He’s bragging. He’s angry. He’s enjoying himself. He’s off the cuff. He’s a crazy stream of consciousness in a buttoned-up media-tized America. He could load up on coffee and talk for three days straight and turn out a book. He’s a lava-flowing subconscious in a moonscape of a nation.

He’s looking at the US as a business that’s going down the toilet, and he’s going to take it over and fire all the slackers and fakers and dolts and hangars-on and morons and revamp it and send it into orbit.

He’s going to slap around the news anchors and the talk-show hosts and the Eastern establishment journalists with their nasal superiority complexes.

Bring up the name of any famous person and Trump will say, “I know him. He’s a really nice guy, but he’s an idiot. He just doesn’t know what he’s talking about. He lives in my building. I see him all the time. He’s a great guy. He’s not an idiot, but he’s, let’s say, wrong on every issue…”

He’s saying, “Look, you people have been worshiping wealth and money and power for a long time. Well, I have, too. And I made it. I’m on top. So you can choose me, or you can choose one of those closet socialists who wants commissars and agencies and rules and endless red tape that strangles everybody. You can choose a cowboy who doesn’t care what people think, or you can choose a pampered android who talks in circles. You can choose somebody who wants the government to run the whole show in America and drives us into bankruptcy and poverty for the sake of humanity, or you can choose me.”

Trump is a walled-off subconscious bubbling up to the surface and leaping across the landscape.

Ultimately, he isn’t about politics. He’s about crazy bad sometimes funny poetry exploding out of the hollow caverns of fear and paralysis in which the population lives.

Most people have no clue about this, but what the country needs is take-no-prisoners poets. And if Trump is the first one to jump into the political fray in a while, so be it.

The hollow candidates have nothing. No matter what they say, they’re excreting android public relations energy. They’re cheap realtors with cardboard houses they need to push. They’re like doctors hustling for patients. They’re holding up X-rays and offering drug prescriptions and making false diagnoses at every turn. They’re rubber-glove-wearing grotesqueries standing in the cold half-light of offices with anatomy charts on the walls.

They’re death warmed over and death cooled down and death on wheels preaching living death.

Jon Rappoport