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Magic never dies

Magic never dies

by Jon Rappoport

October 16, 2015

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

“Imagination can produce a level of well-being that is bulletproof, in the sense that, no matter what happens in life, there is a back-up, there is something that can be created beyond the current crisis…” (The Magician Awakes, Jon Rappoport)

“When I use the word ‘magic’, I mean everything that can spring from imagination. Not the silly little things. The big things. The launching of entirely new realities that outdistance what this society is producing. And setting a limit on what the individual can imagine and create, and how far he can go, is very much like promoting the idea that every human is ill and should be a medical patient all his life. It’s sheer propaganda that seeks the lowest common denominator, as a sales gimmick. Except in the case of imagination, we’re talking about the future of civilization and human life on the planet—whether it rises or falls, whether the population finally accepts the notion that every person is a victim and there is no way out…” (Notes on Exit From The Matrix, Jon Rappoport)

In the human psyche, from the moment a newborn baby emerges into the light of day, he/she has a desire for magic.

We are told this is an early fetish that fades away as the experience of the world sets in. As maturity evolves. As practical reality is better understood.

In most areas of psychology, sensible adjustment to practical reality is a great prize to be won by the patient. It marks the passage from child to adult. It is hailed as a therapeutic triumph.

In truth, the desire for magic never goes away, and the longer it is buried, the greater the price a person pays.

A vaccine against a disease can mask the visible signs of that disease, but under the surface, the immune system may be carrying on a low-level chronic war against toxic elements of the vaccine. And the effects of the war can manifest in odd forms.

So it is with an inoculation of reality aimed at suppressing magic.

One of the byproducts of the “reality shot” is depression.

The person feels cut off from the very feeling and urge he once considered a hallmark of life. Therefore, chronic sadness. Of course, one explains that sadness in a variety of ways, none of which gets to the heart of the matter.

It is assumed that so-called primitive cultures placed magic front and center simply because “they couldn’t do better.” They didn’t have science, and they couldn’t formulate a “true and rational” religion with a church and monks and collection plate and a European choir and an array of pedophiles.

Historically, the impulse for magic had to be defamed and reduced and discredited. Why? Obviously, because the Westerners who were poking through ancient cultures had already discredited magic in themselves—they had put it on a dusty shelf in a room in a cellar beyond the reach of their own memory. But they couldn’t leave it alone. They had to keep worrying it, scratching it, and so they journeyed thousands of miles to find it somewhere else—and then they scoffed at it and tried to crush it.

And we wonder why, under the banner of organized religion, there has been so much killing. At a deep level, the adherents know they’ve sold their souls and they’re depressed, angry, resentful, remorseful, and they want to assuage and expiate their guilt through violence.

But the urge for magic is forever.

And yet the charade goes on. While paying homage and lip service to ordinary practical reality seasoned with a bit of fairy-tale organized religion, people actually want to change reality, they want to reveal their latent power, they want to create realities that, by conventional standards, are deemed impossible.

They want to find and use their own magic.

In our modern culture, we’re taught that everything is learned as a system. That, you could say, is the underlying assumption of education. It has far-reaching consequences. It leads to the systematizing of the mind. The mind is shaped to accommodate this premise.

“If I want to know something, I have to learn it. Somebody has to teach it to me. They will teach it as a system. I will learn the system. I will elevate the very notion of systems. Everything will be a system.”

In the long run, that gets you a lump of coal in a sock, a spiritual cardboard box to live in.

The intellectual enrolls at Harvard, he studies anthropology for six years, he flies to a jungle in South America, he digs up remnants of a lost culture, he infers they performed arcane ceremonies six times a week, he writes monographs—and he concludes they were a very picturesque society with fascinating customs and totems, and their brand of magic can best be understood as an inevitable consequence of their matriarchal organization, which itself was an accommodation to rainfall levels.

Back home, the anthropologist takes two Paxil and goes off to teach a class on the meaning of ancient eyebrow trimming in Tierra del Fuego.

Systems are wonderful things. They produce results. They take us into technological triumphs. They help us become more rational. But when they are overdone, when the mind itself becomes shaped like a system, it reaches a dead-end. Then the mind works against the unquenchable desire for magic. Then society is organized as a tighter and tighter system and turns into a madhouse.

And then people say, “Maybe machines can actually think and choose and decide. Maybe machines are alive. What would happen if we grafted computers on to our brains? It might be wonderful.”

People move in this direction after their own minds have been shaped, like putty, into systems. They don’t see much difference between themselves and machines.

The desire for magic in every individual is squelched. So the first order of business is the restoration of imagination, from which all magic flows. Imagination is sitting there, always ready, waiting.

Imagination is saying, “The mind has been shaped into a system? I can undo that. I can liberate the mind and make it into an adventurous vessel. I can provide untold amounts of new energy.”

Life is waiting for imagination to revolutionize it down to its core.

Since imagination is a wild card that technocrats can’t absorb in their systems, they pretend it a faculty produced by the action of atoms in the brain. They pretend it is a delusion that can be explained by demonstrating, for example, that a machine can turn out paintings. Or poems.

“You see? We don’t need humans to make art. Computers can do just as well. Imagination isn’t mysterious at all.”

Technocracy and transhumanism flow from the concept that the human being is just another machine. And any machine can be made to operate more efficiently.

Meanwhile, imagination waits. It never vanishes. It stands by, just in case an individual decides to live a life that overflows with creative power.

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If my work in this area has any organized precedent, it is ancient Tibet where, 1500 years ago, before the priests took over with their interminable spiritual baggage of ritual, practitioners engaged in exercises that engaged imagination to the hilt.

This was not about ultimate worship. This was not about some deep substrate in the Universe that one could plug into, to guide his actions and thought. It was about liberating the individual from all systems. It was about endless creation.

The first teachers of this Way came from India, where they had been pushed out of the academies of orthodox religious instruction. They were rebels. They had offloaded the metaphysical labyrinths of control. They were, in a sense, artists. Artists of reality.

They were brilliant riverboat gamblers, and in Tibet, for a time, they found a home.

They found students who, as now, were tired of the preaching designed to make humans into sophisticated mind-machines.

These people wanted more. They wanted to awaken their own imaginations and exceed the illusory boundaries of one space and one time.

They wanted magic.

Despite every cynical ploy, that desire is still alive.

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 NoMoreFakeNews emails here or his free OutsideTheRealityMachine emails here.

The Matt Drudge/Alex Jones interview: the future of America

The Matt Drudge/Alex Jones interview: the future of America

by Jon Rappoport

October 7, 2015

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

Yesterday, Matt Drudge showed up unannounced on the Alex Jones show and provoked a stunning conversation about the future of America.

Drudge: “Make your own playground. You’ve made your own playground [Alex]. This [infowars] is a figment of your own imagination. And the Drudge report is mine.”

Drudge: “It is a very simple thesis: you are what you dream you are and become…”

Drudge: “The Internet allows you to make your own dynamic, your own universe. Why are [people] gravitating toward somebody else’s universe?”

Alex: “…If we start creating our own maps, our own world, our own vision, then there’s no way for these cultural tyrants to program us…”

I strongly suggest you listen to the whole interview at infowars.

It is a call for more authentic, independent, shove-in-all-the-chips imaginative voices in this country. Many more.

If tempted to carp at and pit one alternative voice against another, instead step out from the shadows. Find the highest, deepest, widest version of your own voice and make it heard and known.

This country has been paved over by sameness; corporate gibberish and seamless lying as massive group-think. That’s their playground.

Invent yours.

The habit of seeing sameness tends to create adding to sameness. This is destructive in the extreme.

What would your deepest vision be if you looked for it at 3am when all the noise of the day was gone, into the aether? What would you stand for, against all odds? What excuses do you need to brush aside, like dust, in order to emerge from the shadows? What makes you not the same, but different?

Sameness has been killing this country for a long time. It is planned. And then it is accepted. We are not all in this together—because what “we” is this, and what “together” is this? The salesmen of togetherness are nothing but operators, as they have been since the dawn of history.

It is not a lack of unity that is killing this country. It is a lack of difference.

It is a lack of acute, intelligent, no-holds-barred, balls-to-the-wall, wildly imaginative difference.

People can’t even recognize that an individual, standing on his own legs, would naturally have unique and drastically different ideas from the norm and the average. Sometimes a great notion.

It’s far more likely, in this day and age, that such an individual would be viewed as having a mental disorder.

Elites rule by engendering sameness. That is their sacred mission, and with good reason. If tomorrow, suddenly, five thousand new and separate individual voices showed up, each with the relentless power of a blazing nova, each different, each in its own way challenging the mirage of group-think, there would be hell to pay. And the elite corporate/government forces would pay it. In cash.

The central illusion of the great egg would crack and fall.

Do not fear it.

If anything connects us on a genuine level, it is our difference, and the ability, despite every reason not to exercise it, to see those differences and distinctions and plumb them to the bottom.

Differences? I’m not talking about variations of mindless thuggery or incoherent shouts or random attacks or the scuzzbucket sentimental slop of “tolerance and diversity.” I’m talking about individual minds and souls engaged in launching their long-buried walled-off dreams.

When you exit the devastated landscape of sameness, look around, and find those unique voices, you are receiving a signal to reestablish your own.

You can ignore the signal and flee from the new playing field and execute a re-entry into the old varnished flatland; or you can make your stand.

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If you do make it, you’ll experience a savage joy that is precisely what the official thought-surgeons of our time want to excise—calling it disease, calling it privilege, calling it inhuman, calling it whatever they need to, in order to wipe it from the human record on this world.

Not letting this mind-surgery happen is not merely a matter of “joining together to resist it,” because what this country needs is the opposite of the automatic reflexive action of joining.

It needs what happens when the automatic reflex of the android is washed away and the individual spirit behind it makes its presence known.

Finally.

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 NoMoreFakeNews emails here or his free OutsideTheRealityMachine emails here.

What is Matrix?

What is Matrix?

by Jon Rappoport

October 7, 2015

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

It’s hard to know what a lock is unless you know what a key is, and how they fit together.

In this case, we can pile up many words to describe the lock: the mass of unceasing propaganda that bombards the population; global elites who fully intend to manage the planet as one integrated entity; the assault of toxic medical drugs and environmental chemicals on the human neurological system; the intentionally vapid and indoctrinating educational apparatus; the money-invention structure of banks; the hidden rules governing who, now and in the future, will eat and who will starve, who will have water and who will go without, who will have money who will not.

And this is just the beginning of the list.

But the key that fits into the lock and brings about a deep acceptance of things as they are…what is that?

It is the human mind. A mind not only conditioned by external factors but programmed by the person himself. A mind that provokes an onrush of emotions that hold a person in place, unable to break out. A mind that fosters false but convincing beliefs about what exists and what doesn’t exist. A mind unprepared to view potential and dormant human capabilities that exceed the physical laws of space and time.

A mind that wants to insert itself into the lock and form a durable partnership with what everyone else assumes reality is.

A mind that wants to function within certain boundaries. A mind that embraces limiting illusions about the so-called human condition.

A mind that, in a significant sense, obsessively copies reality, mirrors reality, becomes “a twin of the physical world.”

The mind seeks The Other, and believes The Other is the “world as it is.”

In order for this strange dynamic to operate, the mind has to believe it is lost and needs to find itself.

The key that fits into the lock is a mind that is waiting at a cosmic train station for the express to arrive. And when it does, the mind climbs on board, as if it has done the deed so many times before. And it has.

This is an old pattern. This is the mind mistaking a labyrinth for the familiar physical world. So the mind enters a maze and becomes wrapped up in a mystery that never ends, while thinking it is home.

This is a form of hypnosis that introduces the mind to increasing levels of complexity, until, exhausted, it gives up the ghost—and wonders why the world, which was so full of hope and warmth and comfort, turned into something else.

So a life is lived. And then another life. And another.

And the mind becomes unable to understand, as the old Tibetans did, that, in a very significant sense, the universe is a product of mind.

The mind becomes unable to understand that actions of both creation and destruction are more than myths depicting ancient gods. These stories are metaphors for how the mind can become brilliantly aware of the alive space(s) beyond mere acceptance and submission and surrender.

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At the center of all this stands the archetype of The Artist. I mean that in the broadest sense. The Artist brings new realities into being and casts others away. He builds and he tears down. He, like the ancient figure of Hermes, can view the utterly insane joke of erecting and embroidering billions of trappings that define the one space of “things as they are (and must be).”

The overwhelming majority of human beings believe they want that space above all others. They believe that largeness represents a personal danger and smallness confers security.

They believe in the lock, and they struggle to discover a way to insert themselves into it. Permanently. Forever.

And in order to believe this, they exercise the majestic ability to put themselves into a trance state.

Below these issues I am discussing here, far below, is society/civilization and its attendant conflicts and madness. Civilizations come and go, come and go. They purport to be the only show on Earth.

They are window dressing on Matrix.

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 NoMoreFakeNews emails here or his free OutsideTheRealityMachine emails here.

What is the leading edge of consciousness?

What is the leading edge of consciousness?

by Jon Rappoport

October 6, 2015

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

Long ago, in another life as a student, the answer to that question was never clear to me, nor did I even consider the question, because I was busy trying to make sense of the history of Western philosophy.

But in the decade-long lead-up to authoring my three Matrix collections, the question became very important. It split into two parts:

Was the ultimate in consciousness something a person plugged into, like a cosmic lamp, a reality that was already sitting there, waiting to be discovered?

Or was it something a person invented?

The second alternative, of course, is not a popular position.

Herds and flocks and squads of people are on the move, searching for the cosmic lamp. Or they’re avidly plugging themselves into some familiar religion or spiritual system.

They’re looking for authoritative content, the way an archeologist looks for a lost city, or on a lesser level, the way a chef looks for the best recipe for gnocchi.

However, the primary fact about consciousness is that it is creative, and the next most important fact is that it isn’t really looking for answers that already exist.

Looking for answers which are already there is built on a misconception. (Refer back to the primary fact above.)

Consciousness imagines, creates, invents. It may delude itself into thinking that what it creates was already there, but that illusion can be seen through.

The “creative nature of everything” doesn’t mean there are limits on what can be created. It doesn’t mean there are hard and fast rules.

Most people are not up to contemplating the idea of consciously creating, much less spontaneously improvising, which involves a kind of merging with what they would create.

But for those who can grasp such an idea, the world and the universe aren’t any longer arbiters and rule makers and guides. They are inventions that are already here.

I’ll bring up a prescription I have offered before, one which some people find interesting and others find daunting.

Paint 200 paintings.

That’s all. Paint 200 paintings.

Several people I know have done this, and they report rather astonishing results.

The point is—and I’m not talking about prior training or talent or anything of that sort—if you embarked on this course, you would sooner or later arrive at a point where you have, so to speak, reached the edge of “everything you know.”

That’s an interesting place to be. All the work and the years you’ve put into forming a picture, a construct, a description of reality no longer hold water. You’ve “already painted all that,” and what sits beyond it is something different, something unknown, because you haven’t invented it yet.

You can’t fall back on slogans, maxims, principles, familiar ideas (no matter how true they may be). Nor can you “paint some ultimate higher enlightenment,” because you’ve already done that, too.

You’ve exhausted your storehouse.

Now you’re going to invent “something out of nothing.” You’re going to step off the cliff and fly.

This is when consciousness as essentially creative appears, walks in the door. This is when you walk through a different door.

According to all theories of knowledge, such a thing shouldn’t be able to happen. But it can. And it does.

In fact, your imagination has been waiting for it to happen for a long, long time.

At this point, what all the wisest people in the history of the world might suggest, in the way of what you should paint on the canvas or paper, means absolutely nothing.

You’re creating.

If you continue, you’ll discover that, as a side effect, many important questions you’ve asked and never answered for yourself, in the past, are now beginning to “answer themselves.”

Your position or point of view, vis-à-vis reality, is changing.

Of course, most people will never get this far. They will invoke a string of opt-out excuses that, laid end to end, would circle the globe. So be it.

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All I can say is, I got that far, in the summer of 1962, and my life has never been the same since.

I began to paint “things” I had previously glimpsed in a vague way, things I felt were important, but inexpressible.

Then, there they were, on canvas.

I journeyed out past “everything I knew,” and I found the greatest adventures of my life. And I discovered, first hand, that consciousness is creative, endlessly so, and the “ultimate content of existence” other people offer us are just minor blips on the radar.

Artists create worlds and universes. Therefore, the idea that “The Universe” is somehow our greatest guide and mentor and gift-giver is a joke of the highest magnitude…

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 NoMoreFakeNews emails here or his free OutsideTheRealityMachine emails here.

What you’re supposed to think vs. what you think

What you’re supposed to think vs. what you think

by Jon Rappoport

October 4, 2015

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

I could trace my 30 years of investigative reporting as one long project emanating from what people are supposed to think.

What they’re supposed to think about nuclear weapons, pesticides, medical drugs, vaccines, presidential elections, major media, the CIA, US foreign policy, mega-corporations, brain research, collectivism, surveillance, psychiatry, immigration…

In each case, there are a set of messages broadcast to the population. These messages are projected to replace what people would think on their own, if left to their own devices.

And in many cases, these messages have the same underlying theme: feel unlimited sympathy.

Feel unlimited sympathy or else.

In the area of immigration, for example, people are supposed to welcome endless numbers of refugees to their shores and cities and towns.

If they don’t put out the welcome sign, they’re evil, they’re cold, they’re “capitalists,” they’re unloving, they’re cruel, inhumane.

They’re immune to proper feelings of guilt and shame.

There is also an interesting guilty “we” attached to the issue. “We” invaded other countries, “we” bombed populations, imposed devastating economic sanctions, launched corporate takeovers—and therefore “we” should now open our doors to these refugees.

The government didn’t do these things. The State didn’t do these things. “We” did.

“We” is a very, very popular collectivist concept. It assigns massive guilt, while somehow exonerating the political leaders of the collective.

“We” is a great cheese glob that envelops all of us. “We” is a metaphysical construct that replaces “I.” There is no “I.”

Therefore, what some “deluded individual” might think and decide and determine on his own—which could very well run counter to the “we”—is irrelevant.

When it’s time to undertake wars on a grand scale, there is a George Bush who announces what the “we” wants. And when it’s time for the guilt and the sympathy and the bleeding heart, there is an Obama who announces what the “we” wants.

In general, the “we” is there to convince the individual that he is useless and powerless against the advancing cheese glob. He need not bother thinking what he really thinks, because it would make zero difference. Much better to become part of the “huddled mass,” waiting for instructions on how best to serve humanity.

Logic, rational consideration, the ability to analyze a line of thought and find flaws and gaps and deceptions? An outmoded concept that doesn’t apply to the “we.”

You see, the “we” is something quite different. It proceeds by a) committed aggression or b) endless sympathy, depending on what is called for by our leaders.

It moves like inexorable lava slowly leaking away from a volcano. The glob.

It needs no individual intelligence. Making distinctions is unnecessary.

And, one thinks, perhaps the solution to this wretched state of affairs is finding a different “we” to belong to. That will solve the whole problem.

But the underlying solution, as formidable as it may seem, is: dismantle the whole “we.” Expose it for what it is. And reinstate the individual and what he does think, as opposed to what he should think.

The cheese glob, the lava glob, the advancing fungus is the false construct. It was put there and massaged and stimulated to engage the individual and make him think he was excessively “privileged.” He was an outsider who couldn’t see the need and the joy of “belonging.”

He was behaving like a criminal, even a terrorist. He was detracting from the power and the warmth and the humanity of the collective hearth.

What most people take to be Reality is actually invented for the “we.”

And to take all this a step further, Reality is meant to distract the individual from discovering the depth of his own power, which is to say, creative power.

Every organized religion, every State, every so-called spiritual system and philosophy is built to derail the individual in this way.

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After all, Reality points to itself. Reality says, “Look at this. Look at me. Understand me. This is what you need to focus on. This is all there is.”

And so it seems the main attribute of the individual is “perceiving what is.” Perceiving Reality.

However, detaching one’s self from that prescription reveals another opportunity, vast in its possibilities:

The ability to analyze the “we” and its many messages and discover what they are and how they are designed—and the capacity to imagine and invent new independent realities without end.

The scope and range of what the individual can do, in this regard, is limited only by: what he can imagine.

The psyop of all psyops seeks to bury this fact.

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 NoMoreFakeNews emails here or his free OutsideTheRealityMachine emails here.

Part 2, the Reality salesman makes a house call

by Jon Rappoport

October 4, 2015

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Hi again, folks. This is your friendly reality salesman, back for another reminder.

In my last message, I mentioned that all the inhabitants of Earth are due for a booster shot of our massively popular Perception Package. These updates occur every 20,000 years.

Our superior product gives you stability, reliability, and a basic foundation of unchanging reality.

Last time, I also mentioned that imagination was the fly in the ointment. Don’t venture into that area; if you do, your Perception Package will deteriorate and lose force.

You may even begin to see “other spaces and times,” and what good is that? No, stick with what you’ve bought, and you’ll remain happy.

Limits make lives. You can fiddle and diddle and experiment within the boundaries of the Package. You can put your faith in all sorts of fairy tales. But in the end, it is your perception along a severely restricted arc of the potential spectrum that gives you comfort and security.

Think of our Package as a gated community, where all your needs are met on-site. Why venture out? Why visit strange places? You’re safe right where you are.

I want to make a clarification re our Information Brochure 405-A2, which, as you know, goes out to all 10 billion subscribers on Earth. A statement on page 567, paragraph 4, has caused a bit of confusion. It reads:

“On other worlds, the inhabitants may perceive space and time differently, but that is because their environments and circumstances vary…”

We received a number of queries about how the perception of space and time could possibly differ from world to world. For example, one person asked, “Are not space and time the same in all places and times?”

The answer is: space and time are functions of perception. Otherwise, why would be selling a Perception Package?

Yes, other experiences of space/time are possible. But for you, the result of treading beyond the Package we have provided is disorientation and danger.

We have calculated “how far you can go.” That is our genius. Trust us. You don’t want to test the limits.

At this time, we are working closely with Earth governments to identify and rescue those who have strayed. Those souls need help, and we are determined to bring them back into the fold.

Life as it exists for you is a series of systems, nothing more. Our Package integrates with these systems. It’s a perfect fit.

DON’T EXPERIMENT WITH THE PACKAGE.

Doing so is symptomatic of a serious disorder.

Our repair and re-ed groups are currently expanding their reach across the planet. Contact us if you sense a problem. Report others who may be in trouble.

How you see reality=our Perception Package=a constant faithful friend and guide.

We are more than a manufacturing and sales organization. We are dedicated to the Good of All.

That dedication keeps us strong in the face of any disruption in service.

Our trained technicians are available 24/7 to take your calls and initiate program reconfigurations.

Remember our first principle: Perception makes the world go ‘round.

Signing off for now. Enjoy today. No matter what may befall you, you’re operating at the optimum level, all things considered. Accept things as they are. This is true enlightenment. We should know; we invented it.

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“Imagination is a force of nature. Is this not enough to make a person full of ecstasy? Imagination, imagination, imagination. It converts to actual. It sustains, it alters, it redeems!” —Saul Bellow, Henderson the Rain King

“When the imagination sleeps, words are emptied of their meaning.” —Albert Camus

“I believe in intuition and inspiration. Imagination is more important than knowledge. For knowledge is limited, whereas imagination embraces the entire world, stimulating progress, giving birth to evolution.” —Albert Einstein

“But imagination gives us the sweet music of tiniest insect wings, enables us to hear, all around the world, the vibration of every needle, the waving of every bole and branch, the sound of stars in circulation like particles in the blood. The Sierra canyons are full of avalanche debris—we hear them boom again, and we read the past sounds from present conditions. Again we hear the earthquake rock-falls. Imagination is usually regarded as a synonym for the unreal. Yet is true imagination healthful and real, no more likely to mislead than the coarse senses. Indeed, the power of imagination makes us infinite.” —John Muir

“Reality can be beaten with enough imagination.” —Mark Twain

“The world of reality has its limits; the world of imagination is boundless.” —Jean-Jacques Rousseau

“The imagination is not a state: it is the human existence itself.” —William Blake

“One group, one collective, one unified species—consider the tonnage of propaganda that has been poured into that formula, in order to convince populations that elites want the Good, rather than what they really want: Control. What if the universal concepts of One Space and One Time in One Continuum is, likewise, a basic fraud?” (The Underground, Jon Rappoport)

“In the face of crises, people keep saying, ‘What can we do, what can we do, what can we do?’ And I keep saying, the real target of that question is the person asking it. He’s asking himself. I’m not demeaning solutions and staunch groups that are already out there. But I’m saying that the individual, by tapping into his own imagination, is a further solution. Imagination is the ultimate wild card. There are many answers and solutions and actions that haven’t been dreamed up yet. To ignore this fact, to remain out of touch with one’s own imagination is the worst possible idea.” (The Magician Awakes, Jon Rappoport)

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 NoMoreFakeNews emails here or his free OutsideTheRealityMachine emails here.

The Reality salesman makes a house call

by Jon Rappoport

October 4, 2015

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“Sooner or later, the individual comes to a crossroad, a crisis. Will he cooperate with limitation, or will he strike out on his own? Will he spend time ferreting out what the Glob wants and accede to it? Will he take on a theatrical role of Citizen? Will he abandon glimpses of his own immortality and power? Will he stand quietly at a spiritual mailbox and wait for messages to be delivered to him, or will he invent his own messages and create the future?” (The Underground, Jon Rappoport)

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…For a moment, a person sees beyond the picture of accepted reality. He sees huge open space. He knows he can act on the basis of an inner leverage. He knows he has great power.

And then…

THE REALITY SALESMAN CALLS.

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

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

I’m here to tell you that reality is never anything more than rocks and bricks and concrete and steel. Reality is never anything more than a house and all the things in it, and the mementos you hold on to, to remind you of the past.

And in conjunction with that, I’m really selling…guess what?

A little thing called perception.

I’m selling How You See Things.

Because, no matter what time period you live in, it all comes down to that: how you see what’s in front of you.

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

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

Who wants to wake up on a Tuesday morning and suddenly see life in a completely different way?

IISWII is the most popular perception package in the universe, bar none. It has Reliability. Consistency.

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

I saw foolish things, ridiculous things, dangerous things. But when I was given IISWII, our product, I felt like I was home.

IISWII gives you a stability you can count on for your whole life. And, believe me, that’s no small feat.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Thank you very much.

I love you guys. Really, I do. I admire your tenacity and your willingness to stay with our package. Our company continues to prosper because of you.

THE PLEDGE: “I promise not to mess with the perception package. If I believe someone is operating outside the boundaries of the package, I will shun him. I will turn him in to the authorities. If I myself stray, I will confess and receive treatment. All hail to the IISWII perception package!”

Exit From the Matrix

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The reality salesman knows what he’s doing. He makes a very good living. Secretly, he knows our perception of our own lives and futures is grossly limited by his product, just as our eyes can only see part of the light spectrum. He is aware of this.

He’s selling limitation.

It’s a winner.

Unless you happen to be part of the 1%. No, I don’t mean the super-wealthy class. I mean the 1% of the population who doesn’t want limitation of perception. I mean the people who want to see beyond the virtual bubble they live in:

The creators, the artists, the inventors, the explorers, who don’t sign on the dotted line when the reality salesman makes a house call.

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 NoMoreFakeNews emails here or his free OutsideTheRealityMachine emails here.

Artist exceeds limits permitted by brain researchers

~a short story~

by Jon Rappoport

October 1, 2015

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“One of the goals of current brain research is the discovery of common patterns of activity across a whole population. These patterns would be called ‘normal’. Eventually, exceptions would be classified as various categories of ‘disordered thought’. It is assumed that only so-called ‘harmonious and symmetrical’ brain patterns are positive and beneficial. This assumption is grossly false. It is, in fact, a childish, stunted, and simplistic version of aesthetics. The creative force always breaks out of these little geometries. So does every new idea. Increasingly, Earth culture is unable to understand this.” (The Magician Awakes, Jon Rappoport)

The year was 2054. The artist, living on the edge of the city in a small room, picked up his messages and discovered one from the Bureau of Mind Management. It was an order to appear.

In an office on the 15th floor of a virtual building, he sat in a chair surrounded by a ring of yellow tulips. A holographic interrogator materialized.

“We have a report on you,” the i-figure said. “It indicates an output difficult to measure or interpret. What can you tell us about this?”

“Well,” the artist said, “I don’t know. I’m composing a symphony.”

“A symphony? What is that?”

“It’s a piece of music written for a large orchestra.”

“I find no extant orchestras in the country.”

“That’s true,” the artist said. “Nevertheless, I’m composing.”

“Why?” the i-figure said.

“For that day when an orchestra may come into being.”

“Your thought impulses entered ranges we were not able to summarize.”

“I suppose that means your instruments are limited,” the artist said.

There was a pause.

“Your last statement is incendiary,” the i-figure said. “It suggests we are imposing a restriction. As you well know, the science is settled on this point. We measure and interpret thought that contributes to an overall positive outcome, for the population at large.”

“I’m aware of that, yes,” the artist said. “But the science rests on certain assumptions. I would call it greatest good as a lowest common denominator.”

“What do you mean?” the i-figure said.

“You assume a certain mindset contributes to the consensus reality you favor. You legislate or permit a range of thought that will produce the consensus.”

“That’s a gross oversimplification.”

“It doesn’t describe the algorithms you employ,” the artist said, “but all in all I believe my summary is correct. You’re reality makers. You monitor thought-emissions, and when you find a departure from ‘combined averages,’ as you call them, you issue a citation.”

“What is this symphony you’re composing?” the i-figure said.

“It’s impossible to explain. It’s music.”

“It has a specific message?”

“No. If it did, I would write out the message and leave it at that.”

Pause.

“Why have we not heard of you before?” said the i-figure.

“Because I was doing illustrations for the Happiness Holos.”

“What happened?”

“I became bored. A machine could make those pictures. So I decided to compose music.”

“The Happiness Holos are an essential social program.”

“Perhaps,” the artist said. “They encourage people to stay on the positive side of a fantasy-construct called Positive&Negative, which as you know is a State-sponsored theme. But what is superficially indicated by those two opposing sets is, in fact, fuel for the fire.”

“Fuel for what fire?”

“The creative fire. The artist can use and transform any material.”

“Where did you hear such a thing?” the i-figure said.

“Nowhere,” the artist said. “I’ve experienced it many times.”

“Your views are highly eccentric,” the i-figure said. “I will have to consult your childhood history to understand their roots.”

“I’m afraid that won’t do you any good.”

“Why not?”

“Because your version, the US Department of Psychology version of cause and effect, is propaganda for the masses.”

“This is your idea of a joke?” the i-figure said.

“Not at all.”

“When you compose this…symphony, how do you think?”

“It’s not thinking in the way you use the term,” the artist said.

“No? Then what do you do?”

“I invent sound.”

“Preposterous.”

“Large masses of sound.”

“Absurd. According to what underlying pattern?”

“None,” the artist said. “Check the Library of Structures. You won’t find my activity in the catalogs.”

“All structures and patterns are contained in the files.”

“I doubt that,” the artist said. “But regardless, I don’t invent through pattern.”

“No?” the i-figure said. “How then?”

“I improvise.”

“And this term refers to?”

“Something done spontaneously,” the artist said.

“And you exceed prescribed ranges of thought in the process.”

“Perhaps. I would hope so. I don’t keep track.”

“You’re being flippant,” the i-figure said.

“I knew you’d cite me,” the artist said. “I’m just trying to enjoy myself until you pass sentence.”

“There is no sentence yet,” the i-figure said. “You’re an anomaly. We investigate. We consider. We direct resources. We question. We determine.”

“I’m afraid,” the artist said, “that your and my idea of ‘determine’ are quite different.”

“Let me ask you this,” the i-figure said. “When you are composing, do you ever believe you enter into a realm or area that could be called ‘non-material’? We’ve heard such claims before.”

“Not if you’re referring to some fairyland. But all thought is basically non-material. The brain registers it after the fact. Thought, the real thing, doesn’t take place in the brain.”

“You’re deluded,” the i-figure said. “And disordered.”

“If I could simply confess to that and be on my way, I’d be a happy man. But I’m sure you have charges to attach.”

“You live in a society,” the i-figure said. “To keep the peace and maintain the Positive, from which all good things flow, science has discovered that thought should occur within certain parameters.”

“If you insist.”

“We want to study you. It’s a great honor to be called. You could help extend the boundaries of research.”

exit from the matrix

The artist was about to ask whether he had a choice, when a holographic webbing that looked curiously like a rainbow clamped him tight in his chair. The pressure increased.

“We register some variation from the norm in your present thinking,” the i-figure said.

“What present thinking?” the artist said.

“What you’re thinking right now.”

“That was quick.”

“The readouts are instantaneous…what are you doing?”

The artist took up from where he’d last left off, composing his symphony.

“I’m starting the third movement,” he said.

“Wait,” the i-figure said. His left arm sizzled and disappeared.

“This is the thunderstorm section,” the artist said.

The pressure of the rainbow around him relaxed.

The i-figure said, “What you’re doing is disruptive.”

“It’s because of how you set your frequencies,” the artist said.

He continued composing.

All along the major esplanade, and in the lake area, and in the industrial parks and residential high rises, virtual structures shattered like glass.

The i-figure reminded the artist of one of those ancient neon signs, broken, buzzing, blinking. Finally, it went dark.

Ten thousand holographic government buildings started to explode, froze, and vanished.

The artist said to no one, “I’m just composing. Well, maybe not just.”

He was suddenly back in his room at the edge of the city.

“I suppose this is what they mean by a negative consequence,” he said.

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 NoMoreFakeNews emails here or his free OutsideTheRealityMachine emails here.

The blockbuster movie called Reality

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.

the matrix revealed

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 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 NoMoreFakeNews emails here or his free OutsideTheRealityMachine emails here.

The rebel artist vs. the android

~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.

The Matrix Revealed

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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 NoMoreFakeNews emails here or his free OutsideTheRealityMachine emails here.