“Running the world is a tough job”

“Running the world is a tough job”

by Jon Rappoport

May 18, 2014

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On June 6, 2054, General Thomas Jones wrote in his diary: “Running the world is a tough job.

“Ever since we at the Pentagon realized nothing could stop us from gaining our objectives, we took control and put an end to the nonsense of politicians operating the levers of civilization. We also began to ‘manage’ the bankers. They were getting too big for their britches.”

General Jones was a hybrid. Half-man, half-machine. DARPA, the technological arm of the Pentagon, had outfitted Jones with a direct, involuntary, and secret brain-connection to their EW5 computer and its complex Battle Plan Software. Jones followed its orders.

That proved to be a problem, when a 13-year-old boy, Ernest Chappie, son of the president of Microsoft, stumbled into Battle Plan one afternoon while restructuring the video game, Who Runs the World. He came face to face with thousands of lines of code reserved for General Jones…and so he began to rewrite them.

Result? Three weeks later, the US directed air strikes at Germany and England, killing 900,000 people in two days.

“Good,” murmured the young boy in his garage. “There are too many people. I don’t like sharing the world with them.”

A year later, amid the smoking ruins of Earth, World War 3 left only a hundred thousand humans.

Ernest told his young friend, Bill Gates III, what he had done. Bill said, “Astonishing. You’ve accomplished what people have been unable to do for a hundred years. Radically depopulate. You should receive some sort of award. It’s so cool. Now we can start over and build things the way we want to. Let’s get serious about virtual reality…”

And so they did.

Contacting representatives of the Rothschild-Rockefeller-Monsanto bunker in Virginia, the two boys presented their version of Word26: maximum complexity with minimum comprehension…The Labyrinth.

Their Labyrinth Veil dropped over Earth. What did it provide? For example: virtual sex and virtual births, and the experience of child-rearing compressed into a few hours of brain pleasure-center stim.

99,000 people were now enslaved to the other 1,000 through constant holo transmissions, depicting a Paradise of pastoral beauty backgrounding dramas of intrigue, conspiracy, desperation, and triumph. These dramas were experienced during every waking hour.

Social justice, political correctness, self-immolation? That shadow play was over. What people really wanted was adrenaline coursing through their veins.

Official media, of course cooperated, reflecting back at the population the substance of their programmed illusions.

Brain scans revealed that the population wanted their Presidents to be holy…and this feature was added to Labyrinth.

“I have come to bring peace to humanity.” “I represent the joy that surpasses all understanding.” “I was born in a cloud above a mountain.” “God sent me to end suffering.”

It was also determined that the 99,000 wanted to feel more company, more largeness. So the Labyrinth created 6 billion new people—all of them virtual, of course.

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One day, a visitor showed up at the mansion the two boys occupied. He was an ordinary-looking fellow, instantly forgettable if you looked away.

He said, “I’m here to show you something you don’t know, as improbable as that might seem.”

Suddenly, time started running backwards. In the rewind, virtual program after program revealed the true history of Earth. Every epoch and era had actually consisted of an interlocking series of holograms.

And then, finally…there was nothing. The two boys were sitting in a fathomless Void.

They began screaming.

“You see,” the visitor said, “we who actually devise history are a bit miffed that two incorrigible punks like you, with your irritating sense of entitlement, think you’re kings of reality. You’re rank amateurs. So now you’ll get a dose of apt punishment.”

Bill Gates III shouted, “How do we get out of here!”

The visitor smiled. “Let me put it to you this way. My colleagues and I design serial realities for populations because they can’t bear the experience you’re now immersed in. The Big Nowhere. There is only way out, and it has nothing to do with designing new systems and programs. You have to create reality directly and nakedly, from your own imagination. That’s the answer. And if you don’t know what that means, you’d better find out.

“When millions and billions of people—each one, individually—put their imaginations to sleep, we show up and turn on the holograms and broadcast the shadow plays. We run the show for populations, because despite everything they claim they stand for, they won’t invent their own.”

The visitor vanished.

The boys wept and screamed and gnashed their teeth and whined and complained and accused.

To this day, they continue in that vein. They’re sure they deserve everything, but their ironclad attitude is yielding nothing. Zero.

Time is long. Endless. It’s quite possible that, eventually, when everyone everywhere has awakened, the two boys will be the last, not the first.

Jon Rappoport

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

The three faces of the Wizard

The three faces of the Wizard

by Jon Rappoport

May 17, 2014

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In the year 2081, the civilization of North America United collapsed.

There are various notions and tales about what happened. As nearly as we can understand it, electronic technology ceased to operate.

Thus came The Blank Period, which lasted two hundred years. How it ended provides an interesting lesson.

In a small walled city called Dallas Four, a man living in a cave found a fragment of a document titled The Wizard With Three Faces. The fragment reads:

O destroyer of worlds! The Wizard.

The Wizard has three faces. The first one is: Is.

Is takes in everything we call reality, including the past.

This face presents past and present as an unbreakable rock. We are led to believe our only course of action is acceptance, which is no action at all. It’s surrender.

In some quarters, acceptance is considered the source of all enlightenment. When we finally stop fighting against What Is, a door opens and we are at home, we’ve arrived in the moment, and all is well. We’re at peace. We experience transcendent joy.

The second face of the Wizard is: Reality behind Reality. It presents surface manifestations and hints of the powers-that-be behind them. It offers the opportunity to crack the ordinary-reality egg and peer into the clockwork of the manipulators.

There are people for whom this is the be-all and end-all. They see such explorations as the essence of living.

The third face of the Wizard is blank. It expresses nothing. It offers nothing. It asks nothing.

The man living in the cave, after pondering this document for several years, drew a conclusion about the third face of the Wizard, and he assembled paper, paints, and brushes, and he began to paint, as he reported, “shapes and spaces.”

Immediately, he received a message. It floated like some sort of broadcast in the air. It was an electronic voice…where there had been no electronics for two centuries. The message stated:

“You have violated the Federated Novelty Act, subsection 23, order 18. No new creations are permitted. A sufficient amount of universal knowledge has been assembled in The Transmission Center, so that all human beings can access it and gain superior wisdom. We repeat: no new creations are permitted. They confuse the structure of knowledge. They also cause divisive conflict. All people are equal. This equality can only be maintained as long as no new creations are allowed. You have begun to set yourself apart. You must stop immediately.”

Suddenly, this trigger restarted all heretofore dead electronics. The entire sector of North America United lit up. Television, Internet, and surveillance were restored. Computers in The Transmission Center set about profiling and tracking 500 million humans.

From underground bunkers, large numbers of robots appeared, and began making raids and arrests of “suspect individuals.”

Something called The Central Government, an automated system located in an ancient place called Denver, swung into action. It began passing laws and rules and regulations. It issued proclamations, starting with:

“We are all unified. We are all together. Every sentient being must act for the greatest good of the greatest number.”

“We, your government, had ended our functions. No more functions were necessary when all new creation had stopped. But now there is a threat.”

“We must work together to root out the threat. We have detected one, two, three….six new incursions….individuals who are creating Something New. This is a spontaneous uprising aimed at destroying the Order.”

“Citizens must remain alert. If you notice a person acting suspiciously, tap the control key on any electronic device. A blank face will appear. Begin to speak. Report what you have witnessed.”

The man in the cave began to operate under a variety of names. Hermes, Tom Paine, Adam, Whitman, Amendment 10, Socrates.

He was never apprehended.

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Hundreds, even thousands of decentralized cities rebelled against the reborn Order. Eventually, a small band of outlaws found the location of The Transmission Center and destroyed it during a month-long siege.

In a sealed warehouse, they also discovered a number of “illegal” energy-producing devices, and blueprints for their construction.

In one room, they came across suppressed paintings, novels, poems, films.

The most delicate investigation involved disconnecting all surveillance and robot programs. Fortunately, these were linked to a central energy source, and that was found buried beneath the remains of the New Age Temple of Rainbows, in an ancient place called The Singularity Calif.

The electronics of the old civilization were preserved, minus the control factor.

Recently, a message from the man in the cave has been received. It reads:

“There is much more to the deception than we suppose. What we call Universe is a projection from a two-dimensional surface on which are inscribed millions of lines of code. These lines can be partitioned from each other and reconnected. Each time they are partitioned, the space-time continuum shrinks to the size of a small coin. When the lines are reconnected, the continuum resumes its former size.

“Tiny, huge, tiny, huge. Each one of us, however, each soul, does not partake in the shrinking or the expanding. Each one of us is independent. Immortal.

“I have found a portal that leads to the original two-dimensional surface and the code. The question is: when shall I initiate a partitioning? Are you ready?”

Public opinion about the cave man is divided. Is he a brilliant avant-garde liberator, or a destroyer of worlds? Or do these two labels amount to the same thing?

Jon Rappoport

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

Why the FDA should be charged with murder

by Jon Rappoport

May 16, 2014

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If you worked for a federal agency that was killing people at the rate of 100,000 a year, every year, like clockwork, and if you knew it, wouldn’t you feel compelled to say or do something about it?

At the FDA, which is, in fact, killing Americans at that rate, no one has ever felt the need to step forward and speak up.

Let’s shift the venue and ask the same question. If you were a medical reporter for a major media outlet in the US, and you knew the above fact, wouldn’t you make it a priority to say something, write something, do something?

I’m talking about people like Sanjay Gupta (CNN, CBS), Gina Kolata (NY Times), Tim Johnson (ABC News), and Thomas Maugh II (LA Times).

And with that, let’s go to the smoking guns. The citation is: BMJ June 7, 2012 (BMJ 2012:344:e3989). Author, Jeanne Lenzer. (See http://www.bmj.com/content/344/bmj.e3989)

Lenzer refers to a report by the Institute for Safe Medication Practices: “It calculated that in 2011 prescription drugs were associated with two to four million people in the US experiencing ‘serious, disabling, or fatal injuries, including 128,000 deaths.’”

The report called this “one of the most significant perils to humans resulting from human activity.”

And here is the final dagger. The report was compiled by outside researchers who went into the FDA’s own database of “serious adverse [medical-drug] events.”

Therefore, to say the FDA isn’t aware of this finding would be absurd. The FDA knows. The FDA knows and it isn’t saying anything about it, because the FDA certifies, as safe and effective, all the medical drugs that are routinely maiming and killing Americans.

Previously, I have documented that the FDA knows; because the FDA has a page on its own website that admits 100,000 people are killed every year by medical drugs, and two million more people are severely injured by the drugs. (Search engine “FDA Why Learn About Adverse Drug Reactions” or click here to be taken directly to the FDA page in question).

And for the past five years or so, I have been writing about and citing a published report by the late Dr. Barbara Starfield that indicates 106,000 people in the US are killed by medical drugs every year. Until her death in 2011, Dr. Starfield worked at the Johns Hopkins School of Public Health. Her report, “Is US health really the best in the world?”, was published in the Journal of American Medical Association on July 26, 2000.

Since the Department of Homeland Security is working its way into every nook and corner of American life, hyper-extending its mandate to protect all of us from everything, why shouldn’t I go along with Janet Napolitano’s advice: see something, say something.

This is what I see and this is what I’m saying. Maybe DHS would like to investigate the FDA as a terrorist organization.

How many smoking guns do we need before a sitting president shuts down the FDA buildings, fumigates the place, and prosecutes very large numbers of FDA employees?

Do we need 100,000 smoking guns every year? Do we need relatives of the people who’ve all died in the span of merely a year, from the poisonous effects of FDA-approved medical drugs, to bring their corpses to the doors of FDA headquarters?

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And let me ask another question. If instead of drugs like warfarin, dabigatran, levofloxacin, carboplatin, and lisinopril (the five leading killers in the FDA database), the 100,000 deaths per year were led by gingko, ginseng, vitamin D, niacin, and raw milk, what do you think would happen?

I’ll tell you what would happen. SEALS, Delta Force, SWAT teams, snipers, predator drones, tanks, and infantry would be attacking every health-food store in America. The resulting fatalities would be written off as necessary collateral damage in the fight to keep America safe and healthy.

All those phony stories in the press, reported dutifully by so-called medical reporters? The stories about maybe-could-be-possible-miracle breakthroughs just over the horizon of state-of-the-art medical research? Those stories are there to obscure the very, very hard facts of medically-caused death on the ground.

The buck stops at the FDA.

Except in the real world, it doesn’t. Which tells you something about the so-called real world and how much of it is composed of propaganda.

Here is the situation. No medical drug in the US can be released for public use unless and until the FDA says it is safe and effective. That’s the rule. The FDA is spitting out drug approvals month after month and year after year, and the drugs are routinely killing 100,000 people a year and maiming two million more, which adds up to a million deaths per decade and 20 million maimings per decade. The FDA and the federal government are doing nothing about it, even though they know what’s going on. This is mass murder. Not accidental death. Murder. A holocaust.

Jon Rappoport

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

Alert: imperial psychiatric empire is invading the mind

Alert: imperial psychiatric empire is invading the mind

by Jon Rappoport

May 14, 2014

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A federal bill, HR 3717 (Helping Families in Mental Health Crisis Act of 2013), is being refined in the hope of gaining big support from both sides of the political aisle.

Rep. Tim Murphy (R-Pa.) is the key point man for the American Psychiatric Association.

This bill is playing off of Aurora, Sandy Hook, Boston, and other recent “mass events.”

The propaganda hook is: catch mental illness early, prevent tragedy.

The strategy is: expand mental health services into every cranny and nook of the society, starting with children.

Translation: diagnose mental disorders and drug patients with toxic compounds.

As I’ve demonstrated in many past articles, none of the 300 officially certified mental disorders has any defining diagnostic test. No blood test, no urine test, no brain scan, no genetic assay.

The names and descriptions of all the disorders are outright frauds, packaged to sell harmful drugs.

But that doesn’t stop the juggernaut.

HR 3717 is designed to do the following, as described in a recent article in Psychiatric News, “Comprehensive Mental Health Bill Introduced in House”:

“Among the bill’s provisions is the creation of a new assistant secretary position in the Department of Health and Human Services to coordinate activities within the agency on prevention and treatment of mental health and substance abuse.”

That means far greater clout for the feds in foisting psychiatric treatment on the public.

“…increase funding for crisis-intervention team training for police officers and firefighters…”

This adds a psychiatric component in instances of “crises,” wherein suspects, witnesses and even government workers will receive “mental health” evals and counseling (and drug prescriptions). It’ll be SOP for anyone within shouting distance of a police raid, for example, to experience a brush with the psychiatric system, whenever possible.

“…permit disclosure of information about individuals with mental illness to caregivers or immediate family members under certain circumstances.”

There goes privacy and confidentiality…one leak and cross-reference after another.

“…$40 million a year for the National Institute of Mental Health to fund the Brain Research through Advancing Innovative Neurotechnologies (BRAIN) Initiative…or other ‘research on the determinants of self- and other-directed violence in mental illness, including studies directed at reducing the risk of self-harm, suicide, and interpersonal violence.’”

More $$ to study how to control the brain. More fraudulent research aimed at blaming “chemical imbalances” as the cause of crime, which again results in more mental-disorder diagnoses and drugging. Keep in mind that increasing numbers of people are being driven over the edge into committing violence, because psychiatric drugs, such as the SSRI antidepressants, are scrambling their neurotransmitters. This is a self-fulfilling prophecy.

“…adopt a ‘need-for-treatment’ standard for assisted outpatient treatment (AOT), he [Rep. Murphy] said, adding that the current legal standard requiring ‘dangerousness to self or others’ to permit involuntary evaluation and treatment was a bar set too high.”

This means the government can order more people to receive psychiatric care and forced drugging, erasing the previous restriction.

Jeffrey Lieberman, president of the American Psychiatric Association: “We need a public-health initiative for mental health care that moves out of clinical settings into the community, whether it’s in primary care, education, the workplace, or faith-based organizations.”

Meaning: tons of new propaganda about the need for psychiatric treatment; the building of community psychiatric centers all across the country; pressure to submit to treatment applied in ordinary doctors’ offices, in schools, in private companies, in churches.

This is a diabolical legislative package.

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If it’s fully implemented, you’ll witness a sea-change in society, in the coming decade. Diagnoses of mental disorders and consequent drugging, already widely in effect, will become as common and ordinary as people eating at fast food restaurants.

And the population will eventually forget things were ever different.

“Hey, can I borrow your Valproate? My son took my bottle because he ran out.”

Look for schools to set up monitoring systems, so they can be sure students are taking their psychiatric meds at the proper times during the day.

On their wireless devices, all children will have ID packages that allow them to check into any pharmacy and pick up a prescription refill.

And esoteric concepts like “consciousness?” They’ll fade from view, because “states of mind” will be defined by mental-disorder labels.

This is about more than Pharma profits. It’s also about putting a ceiling on how human beings view themselves.

As exemplified by this bill before Congress, the federal government has set itself up as a legal partner and enforcer of a monopoly of the mind.

Understand that. There are a million ways to explore and understand the inner life of a person. Psychiatry is just one of those. It’s a pseudoscience and a con and a hustle.

But it has the unflinching support of all three branches of government.

Which is why the freedom to refuse treatment must be protected, against any and all attacks.

Jon Rappoport

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

Presidential doubles

Presidential doubles

by Jon Rappoport

May 13, 2014

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In a small room with a one-way window into the Oval Office, Barack Obama, the newly inaugurated President, and George W Bush, Bill Clinton, and Pappy Bush watched a meeting:

Obama, Bush 1 and 2, and Bill Clinton, were chatting in the Oval Office.

“The resemblance is astonishing,” Obama said.

“Yes,” Pappy said. “The surgeons do good work. And the actors are fully briefed. They do it better than we would. No question about it.”

“So I’m finished,” Obama said.

“All done,” George W said. “You won the election. Now you can relax.”

“Where?” Obama said.

“It’s a beautiful island in the South Pacific,” Pappy said. “A nine-hole course, tennis courts, gardens, servants, the works.”

“But what about our wives?” Obama said. “Don’t they catch on that they’re living with actors?”

“Were any of us having sex with our wives?” Clinton said.

They all laughed.

“The thing is,” Clinton said, “as Presidents, we might have made mistakes and screwed up the political agenda, the timetable, the long-range Plan. Our doubles are taking perfect dictation. They’re fabulous.”

“If it’s time for war, war happens,” Pappy said. “No doubts, no conscience, no reservations. An actor does a much better job than a real person. It’s a general rule.”

Obama stared at his double in the Oval Office.

“He has my smile and laugh down cold,” he said. “He’s good. Hell, he’s great. Where did he come from?”

“We aren’t told the details,” Clinton said. “Need-to-know and all that. Just enjoy it. Letting go is job number one.”

“Is there television on our island?” Obama said.

“You bet,” Clinton said. “You can watch your two terms as President unfold, day by day. It’s fascinating. At first, seeing your double doing his thing, your thing, is strange. You feel a dislocation. But eventually you realize your life, as you knew it, is over. And that’s very liberating. You can live on the island as a new person. You can become somebody else.”

“Who?”

“Your choice. I’m Chuck Tuna.”

“What?”

“It’s a name I cooked up,” Clinton said. “I’m a kind of good old boy hedonist. I’m eating and snacking all day. They bring in beautiful women. The island’s getting a little crowded because, of course, the women can never leave.”

“Pappy and I are writing a combo autobiography,” George W said. “When it’s finished, it’ll go in the private island library. But day to day, I’m Rex Ready, a cowboy who’s just come in off a cattle drive. Every day, I’m coming in. I thought it would get boring, but so far I like it. Dust on my clothes, sweat in my hat, striding into a bar.”

“Maybe I’ll be Tiger Woods,” Obama said. “Of course, a part of me would like to destroy the world in a grand apocalypse and then rebuild it from scratch. I’d appear through a cloud in the sky and lead the way.”

“We’ve got holograms,” Pappy said. “They could fix up something like that for you. I had them do one for me where I outdueled Clinton in the ’92 Presidential debates and won the election in a landslide.”

Clinton chuckled. “Pappy kicked my ass. But in our local poker games, I’m ahead $427 billion.”

“Does it ever get serious on the island?” Obama said.

“Not if we can help it,” W said. “Jimmy Carter started building houses all over the place, and when the rains came, they all fell down. We had to step in and stop him. He’s medicated most of the time now.”

As they watched, the meeting in the Oval Office broke up. The ex-Presidents shook hands and left. The Obama actor was alone. He sat behind his desk staring into space.

He was listening to instructions.

“Okay,” he said. “So Arab Spring comes before Libya, and then Syria?…and then…wait, when does Fast and Furious happen?”

Watching, Clinton frowned. “He’s in trouble,” he said. “Information overload. They’ll have to run him through the Processor again.”

“The Processor?” Obama said.

“The program,” Clinton said. “Sometimes it doesn’t take properly. They do a repeat. Don’t worry, they know how to handle the repairs. It’s standard. When he’s asleep tonight, they’ll hit him with the electromagnetics. Strange as it might seem, the sequence of events during a Presidency is the hardest thing to keep straight.”

Pappy smiled. “My double was once on the verge of telling the American people that the CDC had sent biowar germs to Iraq before Gulf War One. They caught him at the last minute and put him on ice for four days. A little bit of drama. Keeps things interesting.”

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A door behind the four Presidents opened. A young man in a suit said, “It’s time to go back to the island, gentlemen. Holiday’s over.”

He held a small weapon in his hand. A ray extended from it and bathed the Presidents in a strange light.

They collapsed on the floor.

A team of men entered and loaded them on to a cart.

The room was an elevator.

It slowly and smoothly descended eight levels below the ground floor of the White House, stopped, and opened.

The men pushed the cart down a long corridor to a well-lit room. There, the Presidents were dragged into a glass-enclosed chamber and connected to life-support tubes.

The chamber darkened for a moment, and then it burst into light and displayed holos of the island. It was in this reality that the Presidents existed.

A minute later, a woman came walking through the corridor, entered the room, and stared at the chamber.

“Hello, Bill,” she said.

Hillary Clinton stood there, relishing the moment.

But also pondering her fate.

To no one in particular, she said, “If I’m the next President of the United States, will I end up here? Will I want to?”

She thought about her life, and like every modern President before her—miserable and wretched in the core of her being—decided that the island might be a welcome relief, a marvelous way to exit and escape from her soul.

“Yes,” she said. “Why not?”

Jon Rappoport

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

The last murder trial

The last murder trial

by Jon Rappoport

May 12, 2014

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June 23, 2041. Bank robbery. Thirty customers gunned down by the robber inside the bank. Murder trial.

The defense lawyer calls eight physicists to the stand. They all testify that: a) the brain rules and directs all human activity; b) the brain is entirely composed of tiny particles which possess absolutely no free will; c) there is no evidence that any combination of these particles produce free will.

Therefore, the defense argues, the accused robber cannot be found guilty. He wasn’t choosing to kill those 30 people. His brain demanded it. In fact, there is no “he.” The brain is the person.

The prosecution asserts that “everybody knows there is free will.” So some combination and interaction of the particles that make up the brain must be producing it.

The defense counters: “Claiming something must be true because everybody knows it is, is absurd.”

The jury deliberates and concludes that the robber is innocent, because he had no control over his actions.

At a press conference, the district attorney states, “Accepting this verdict is accepting that guilt for any crime under the sun is impossible. Is that what we want?”

The President addresses the nation. “It’s time we finally wake up to the fact that no one is really guilty. Don’t worry, be happy. Good night, and good luck.”

In reviewing the case, the US Supreme Court, in a unanimous decision, rules: “We must rewrite the Constitution to catch up with physics. There is no free will, there is no freedom, there is no guilt.”

The Pope issues a statement: “God will take the place of free will.”

The president of The Technocracy Society writes: “When every human brain on the planet is irretrievably hooked up to the Big Brain Computer, no one will ever again mention free will. Everyone will have titanic wisdom, in which case, what would we need freedom for?”

Pastor Mike Goober, head of the New Age All and Everything Commission, echoes the President: “Don’t worry, be glorious. The Universe will take care of us. There are no problems. Keep smiling.”

However, a large segment of the US population fails to grasp the import of the brain-particle-no-free-will formulation. Over the next two years, 30 states secede from the Union.

Ha-ha, could never happen. None of this could ever happen. Maybe not, but a great deal of drug, brain, and genetic research is already proceeding on the assumption that the brain is everything and there is no free will. Which means: the true objective of the research is reprogramming the human being, so he will act and think on the basis of principles determined by “those in charge.”

Those in charge, of course, pump out definitions of what is normal and good and happy and healthy and cook “the science” to make it all appear legitimate.

Jon Rappoport

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

ADHD in the new education

ADHD in the new education

by Jon Rappoport

May 12, 2014

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“I learned twenty-four new things today at school,” the child said. “One right after the other. I felt so happy. My teacher told me I was learning accelerated. I wrote on my iPad. I saw pictures. I did group harmony. I added. I divided. I heard about architecture. The teacher said we were filled with wonder at the universe. We solved a problem. We’re all together. I ate cheese. A factory makes cheese.”

The new education is ADHD.

It’s a method of teaching that surrenders ground on each key concept, deserting it before it’s firmly fixed in the mind of the student.

It hops around from idea to idea, because parents, teachers, administrators, students, departments of education, and educational publishers have given up on the traditional practice of repetition.

Repetition was old-world. For decades, even centuries, the time-honored method of instruction was: introduce an idea or concept or method, and then provide numerous examples the student had to practice, solve, and demonstrate with proficiency.

There was no getting around it. If the student balked, he failed.

There were no excuses or fairy tales floated to explain away the inability of the student to carry out the work.

Now, these days, if you want to induce ADHD, teach a course in which each new concept is given short shrift. Then pass every student on to the next grade, because it’s “humane.”

Think of it this way. Suppose you want to climb the sheer face of a high rock. You know nothing about climbing. You engage an instructor. He teaches you a little bit about ropes and spikes and handholds. He briefly highlights each aspect and then skips to the next.

So later…while you’re falling five hundred feet to the ravine below, you can invent stories about why the experiment didn’t work out.

Since the advent of organized education on the planet, there has been one way of teaching young children…until recently. Explain a new idea, produce scores of examples of that idea, and get the students to work on those examples and come up with the right answers.

Subtraction, division, decimals, spelling, reading—it all works the same basic way.

For the last hundred years or so, however, we’ve seen the gradual intrusion of Teacher ADHD.

School text ADHD.

Not enough examples. Not enough exercises.

Education has nothing to do with “improving the self-esteem” of the student. It has nothing to do with telling children they’re valuable. And it certainly has nothing to do with trying to embed social values and team spirit in children.

No matter how many fantasies educators spin, schools can’t replace parents.

If what I’m writing here seems cruel and uncaring…look at the other side of the picture. Look at what happens when a student emerges from school with a half-baked, “dumbed-down” education.

He can sort of read. He can sort of write. He sort of understands arithmetic. He tries to skate through the rest of his life. He fakes it. He adopts a front to conceal the large territory of what he doesn’t know.

He certainly can’t think straight. Give him three ideas in succession and he’s lost. He goes on overload.

He operates on association. You say A and he goes to G right away. You go back to A and he responds with R. He’s up the creek without a paddle.

That’s what’s cruel.

Forty years ago, I was on the verge of landing a lucrative job with a remedial education company. The owner gave me a lesson plan and told me to write a sample program.

I did. He looked at it and said, “There are too many examples and exercises here. You have to move things along faster.”

I told him the students would never comprehend the program that way. They had to work on at least 20 exercises for each new concept.

He was shocked. “That’s not how it’s done now,” he said.

“Oh,” I said, “you mean now the student and teacher both fake it?”

And that was the end of that.

Several years ago, I explained much of what’s in this article to a sociologist at a US university. His response: “Children are different now. They don’t have patience. There are too many distractions. We have to operate from a new psychology.”

I asked him what that psychology was.

“Children are consumers. They pick and choose. We have to accommodate them.”

While I was laughing at his assessment, he capped his display of wisdom with this: “There is no longer a division between opinion and fact.”

Perfect.

I know all about how the Carnegie and Rockefeller Foundations torpedoed education in America. But their major effort was cutting off teachers and students from the history of the nation and the meaning of individual freedom.

What I’m talking about here is a different perversion. The unhinging of the young mind from any semblance of accomplishment and continuity. This goes far beyond the agenda of outfitting children to be worker-drones in a controlled society.

This is the induction of confusion and despair about what used to be called thinking. This is the imprinting of “gaps” that make it very hard for a person to operate, even as a drone.

In addition, seed children with all sorts of debilitating psychiatric drugs, and you have a profound mess that only dedicated parents can undo, one child at a time.

People may wish it weren’t so, but that doesn’t change the facts of the matter.

The upside is, when you explain a concept to a child, and you then take him through a great many exercises designed to help him understand that concept, he’ll achieve a victory.

When you see the lights go on in his mind, it’s very satisfying.

Jon Rappoport

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

Genetic invasion: distorting the human future

Genetic invasion: distorting the human future

Are you non-material, or just a programmed brain?

by Jon Rappoport

May 12, 2014

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First, read these two quotes from highly regarded academic scientists, to catch the flavor of the genetic revolution:

From Lee Silver, Princeton, molecular biologist and author of Remaking Eden:

“The GenRich—who account for ten percent of the American population—[will] all carry synthetic genes. All aspects of the economy, the media, the entertainment industry, and the knowledge industry are controlled by members of the GenRich class…

“Naturals work as low-paid service providers or as laborers. [Eventually] the GenRich class and the Natural class will become entirely separate species with no ability to crossbreed, and with as much romantic interest in each other as a current human would have for a chimpanzee.

“Many think that it is inherently unfair for some people to have access to technologies that can provide advantages while others, less well-off, are forced to depend on chance alone, [but] American society adheres to the principle that personal liberty and personal fortune are the primary determinants of what individuals are allowed and able to do.

“Indeed, in a society that values individual freedom above all else, it is hard to find any legitimate basis for restricting the use of repro[grammed]-genetics. I will argue [that] the use of reprogenetic technologies is inevitable. [W]hether we like it or not, the global marketplace will reign supreme.”

Here is another gem, from Gregory Stock, former director of the program in Medicine, Technology, and Society at the UCLA School of Medicine:

“Even if half the world’s species were lost [during genetic experiments], enormous diversity would still remain. When those in the distant future look back on this period of history, they will likely see it not as the era when the natural environment was impoverished, but as the age when a plethora of new forms—some biological, some technological, some a combination of the two—burst onto the scene. We best serve ourselves, as well as future generations, by focusing on the short-term consequences of our actions rather than our vague notions about the needs of the distant future.”

One scientist says we might lose half of all species getting where we want to go, genetically speaking, and the other says the process will inevitably be guided by wealth and the free market, thus creating two distinct classes of humans, the higher of which has far superior abilities -and they’ll run things.

Aren’t you thrilled? If you make it through, you may turn out to be half-biological, half-technological.

Plexiglass head, two cameras for eyes, titanium feet. Whatever.

But here’s a question. Suppose scientists could take a tiny sample of tissue from you and thereby produce a perfect clone, down to the last iota, including, of course, your brain.

Would that be you?

A surprising number of people think so. Just as they believe, with their brains frozen at death, they could come alive again when “the science has advanced far enough.”

Other people would say, “Well, the clone of me is not me, but if we could plant my memories in him, he’d be very close.”

All of this presupposes that the physical material of you is you…and there isn’t anything else to add.

I have news. That perfect clone of you is just going to stand there. Or if he moves, he’s going to operate as a machine. Programmed for every twitch.

“Yes, but if his programming is the same as mine, then who can tell the difference? What difference would there be?”

A world of difference.

You being you, wearing a human form, is a far cry from a machine that looks like you being a machine.

Discuss among yourselves. Discuss for a long time, because nothing more than the future of the human race is riding on this.

Perhaps you’ve noticed, in recent years, how the societal fixation on the human body and what it looks like is becoming massive.

From issues of race and gender to cosmetics to clothes to “performance” to medical interventions, it’s all about the person as if he’s already a clone, an android.

For the people with such an obsession, do you really think there is any hesitation about playing genetic roulette, other than official assurances of workability?

Here’s another clue. When they come calling with new genes, and when they insert them, when they use those genes “to make your brain better,” do you think the you that is you, independent of your physical form, is going to adapt?

“Well, I’ll just learn the new system. It’s like moving from a small apartment into a big house. You walk around, you get used to it.”

Really? Understand that the genetic enthusiasts don’t for a second believe there is any you to learn anything. To them, you’re just an operating system, and any system will function smoothly, as it’s directed to.

If wholesale genetic intervention takes hold, there are lots of very unpleasant surprises ahead.

Consider the psychiatric drugs like Zoloft and Paxil. You know, the drugs that scramble neurotransmitters like eggs in a cheap diner, and cause some people to commit suicide or randomly kill others. Now multiply the uncertainty of that effect by a hundred or a thousand, when wholesale genetic changes are enacted.

You were aiming to become the next Mozart? And instead you wound up burning down half the city? Just a glitch in the research. They’ll eventually iron out the problem. Take the long view. Don’t worry, be happy.

The debate comes down to who controls, yes, the philosophy. Not the science, the philosophy. Is each human merely and only a system, or is he non-material, inhabiting a physical form?

We already know what the vast majority of brain researchers and geneticists believe, as well as the governments and corporations and universities and foundations that make important decisions.

Of course, these days, the college faculty department considered to be the least important, the most useless, a mere appendage waiting for those with wisdom to put it out of its misery and kill it off…is the philosophy department.

That leaves us to take up the philosophic argument.

Not Lee Silver at Princeton or Gregory Stock or Bill Gates or George Soros or David Rockefeller or the Pope or Stephen Hawking or Obama or the Clintons or Monsanto or Dow or the Bush family or PBS or FOX or some wackadoodle at Harvard or MIT or UCLA.

Us.

Jon Rappoport

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

John F Kennedy between worlds

John F Kennedy between worlds

by Jon Rappoport

May 10, 2014

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November 22, 1963. Dallas.

Confusion. Urgent voices. People running. Screams.

He heard someone say distinctly, “After a life on Earth, things get interesting. The pattern breaks.”

There was a memory. His mother reading to him the story of Babel Tower, and the Tower crashing, and new clean rivers flowing…

When he went out all the way, that memory collapsed, and he swept through reefs of reflecting data in an ocean of surveillance.

He tangled in nets and escaped, only to plunge into other layers where avid machinery was spinning, as if searching for crimes where no crimes were possible.

He felt velvet hands and suctioned fingers slide along him, and he grew cold in the submarine depths. He began to panic.

What did the Design want with him?

And why did it seem to be watching itself?

Then the Arctic chill passed, and he knew he was free of the structure, and was genuinely dying, and dying was a pleasure he had never known.

“Better,” he said, luxuriating in a dark baronial calm, uterine perfection, summer childhood bedroom closet.

He was suddenly in the cabin of a private jet. He’d been told there would be hallucinations. He saw a team of glass archangels; an ashtray worn yellow from ten thousand cigarettes; a framed photo of Al Capone sitting on the toilet in his Palm Springs suite.

Identity shattered into pieces. The lights of an enormous city loomed up under him, pulling the fragments down into liquor stores, newspaper racks, dark alleys, hotel rooms.

A news screen stood out in the black sky. A local anchor, her eyes bright with contempt, relayed the story of a lone gunman who had killed the President of the United States.

Now a quiet snowstorm in a deserted wood, falling, falling, falling on the hard earth. Relief.

How many times can I disperse? Kennedy wondered.

He was back in the cabin of the jet. Burnished lights set high in the cabin walls.

He thought: “I used to own a suit that cost three thousand dollars.”

A flight attendant entered his cabin with a vodka rocks.

She was six feet tall and blonde. That made her a target.

Wealthy and powerful men would seek her out.

Her body was sleek. He examined her left leg from wizardly articulated ankle to narrow thigh, through the slit of her sheath skirt. She strode in heels, one foot placed precisely in front of the other.

She set down the drink on the arm of his chair and looked at her watch.

“We can’t have sex now,” she said. “We’re east of the Rockies.”

“I didn’t realize they had a law,” he said.

“Two hours from now,” she said, “we can negotiate a price.”

“I was the President,” he said.

She pulled a half-sheet out of her jacket pocket and handed it to him.

“Standard,” she said. “Read and sign.”

It stated: “…I am not attempting to slant facts for political advantage…”

He signed.

“Just out of curiosity,” he said, “how many layers of protection do you have?”

“Well,” she said, “the LA Mayor has a local contract. He supplies police and private soldiers whenever I’m in the city.”

“Have they ever had to go on attack?”

“A Belivar prince once tried to have his men kidnap me en route from the airport to my hotel. Blackbirton mercs burned them to the ground on Century Boulevard.”

“I’m…”

“You’re John F Kennedy,” she said. “I know. I’m Carol.”

She held out her hand. He looked at her long fingers. Her nails were short. No polish. He shook her hand. It was cool. It immediately became warm, as if she could make it happen.

She sat down next to him.

“We’ve intercepted you en route,” she said. “We need you to ask you a few questions, for the record.”

Now, another figure walked into the cabin. Allen Dulles.

Dark soiled clothes, as if he’d stripped them from a corpse in an alley. Pinched face, sunken cheeks. Rimless spectacles.

“Watch what you say, Mr. President,” he whispered. “I may have had you killed, but I’m untouchable.”

Kennedy laughed, and Dulles melted away in the laughter, along corridors filled with brightly colored puzzle pieces.

Carol was sitting there calmly.

Kennedy realized he had been snapped up in transit. From Earth to…whatever came next. They had netted him.

He heard a grinding roar from a long way off.

“Sorry,” he said. “I can’t help you.”

Carol frowned. “Why not?”

“Somebody’s coming.”

“What?”

The roar accelerated. He watched as the plane cabin spiraled down to the size of a dot of blood on a handkerchief.

The wild sound subsided.

He was in a boat, a wooden boat, at night, and a man was standing next to him. They were on a lake, moving slowly.

The man reminded him of a doctor his mother had taken him to when he was 12 years old. He’d fallen off his bike racing down a steep hill, and the doctor told his mother everything would be all right, it was just a mild concussion.

He looked ahead, and in the distance he saw lights of a shoreline.

power outside the matrix

The man said, “Here’s what we want to know. It’s simple. Did you really intend to smash the CIA into a thousand pieces? Were you going to get the US out of Vietnam?”

“Who are you?” Kennedy said. “Do you work for a Congressional committee?”

“No,” the old man said. “We just like to keep the record straight.”

It was a warm summer night.

Kennedy looked down through the water and saw sky above a small city in the Midwest. Men dressed in black, holding shields and automatic weapons, were storming a clapboard house. They were shooting.

“What’s going on?” he said.

The old man sighed. “It’s the future. Police. They picked up surveillance chatter. NSA blankets the whole country. The people in that house were behind on their tax payments. They grow marijuana for medical dispensaries.”

Kennedy shook his head. “What?”

An elevator door opened. A tall piece of muscle in a dark suit stood against the back wall. He was holding a .38 down at his side. He nodded. Kennedy got in.

They rode up. The door opened, and two more guards in dark suits stood there. Kennedy stepped out.

One of the guards frisked Kennedy. The other one backed away and watched.

They sandwiched JFK and walked together down a curving carpeted hallway to a mesh gate. It slid open and they passed through into a small room. A secretary sat behind a table.

“Hello, Mr. Kennedy” she said.

The secretary made a fist and rapped her knuckles once on the table. A guard took an envelope out of his inside jacket pocket and placed it in front of her. She picked it up, looked inside, counted the money, and nodded.

The two security guards grabbed Kennedy’s arms and guided him across the room to another door. One of them opened it and moved ahead, into an office.

It was large with no windows. The walls were dull dented metal. The only pieces of furniture were a long white couch and two scarred wooden folding chairs. A bull’s-head man, dressed in a tan suit, sat on the couch. Big chest, big belly, cheap shoes. Weary face.

He frowned. “Mr. Kennedy, I represent the CEO of Planet Earth.”

“The CEO of what?”

“Planet Earth is a kind of company. We aren’t here to explain that situation. We want to know whether you were prepared to smash the CIA into a thousand pieces, and whether you truly intended to get the US out of Vietnam.”

“And why do you care?” Kennedy said.

“Because we like to keep accurate history. Our books are, of course, held very privately. But it helps us to know the truth.”

As Kennedy started to speak, he heard a sound of upper crashing, at long, long distance.

A slow fall.

It might take centuries, but it was irreversible.

And now a dull silent depersonalized giant materialized next to him.

The giant was watching the world, making sure all non-human factors were in place and spinning, functioning. He was the machine and the architecture of spying. Surveillance. He was the exemplar of no-dream. He was the stand-in for life and death. He was the soldier. The robot. No awareness. No awareness of anything.

Nobody. Nobody at all. Just a clock on a wall wound up to eat the universe.

Kennedy heard the long faraway crashing sound again.

He’d heard that sound as a boy, when his mother read him the story of the Tower of Babel, which he imagined was a great fort holding soldiers.

The Tower went down, and the endless number of liberated languages made a new world.

“Yes,” Kennedy said. “Yes to both of your questions. I would have destroyed the CIA and taken us out of Vietnam. I guess that’s why they took me out.”

The big man said, “All right, it’s in the book. You’re free to go.”

The office and the men were now an old cartoon flaming up and bending and curling and turning gray.

John Kennedy was sitting in a chair in a library. French doors were open. He stood up and walked out into a summer afternoon.

He saw a beach.

A black dog, shaking water from his flanks, ran toward him with a stick in his mouth.

He laid the stick down at Kennedy’s feet.

JFK picked up the stick and threw it toward the waves.

He heard three shots, felt a pain in his head, and then the pain was gone.

He felt light.

He walked along the sand.

After a time, a young man in slacks and T-shirt came up to him.

“Mr. Kennedy,” he said, “I’m from the Visitors Bureau. You can sign on for a new life back on Earth. Of course, there are several Earths. For example, we can send you to one where there was never a CIA or a Vietnam. It’s quite a friendly place. You’ll be born into a fairly sane society.”

Kennedy stopped walking. “But,” he said, “I can go back…to the Earth I just left, the one that still has a CIA?”

“Sure,” the young man said. “You’ll be born in the year 1965.”

Kennedy nodded.

“I’ll take it,” he said. “You know, I wasn’t that nice a guy. I certainly was no saint. I screwed up a lot. But I did realize a few things when I was in the White House. I’m not interested in trying that route again…but I would like to take another crack at some of the bad guys.”

He was gone from the beach.

A short time later, a baby was born at the Massachusetts General Hospital. He came out of his mother with his fists clenched. A nurse said, “He has an eager little face.” Three words echoed in his mind, words he would remember years later:

The Warren Commission.

Jon Rappoport

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

Brain hookup man: the Kurzweil singularity

Brain hookup man: the Kurzweil Singularity

by Jon Rappoport

May 9, 2014

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they took your brain
and wrapped it in silk
and fed it milk
from a quiet loving queen
and you yearned for the future
and prayed it would take you in:

small brain to large brain
earth to Olympus
superhighway hookup
proprietary key
in lock
the crossing of the threshold
from cold mystery to illuminated data
biological flesh machine united through biological software
sticky nerve fibers wound all the way to heaven

and you went mad

they assured you it was a temporary condition
you were a patient in recovery

they would watch you
to make sure you progressed

after all, grasping the universe at once
was a shock to the system

they would look after you
forever

they would train you to merge with the thought machine, embrace its conclusions
you would find light in the darkness
you would discover other humans suckling there
your new brothers and sisters
you would know for the first time the queen neocortex
shuttling through blazing corridors

thus spake a used car salesman of the mind

Jon Rappoport

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