LET THEM DRINK CAKE

 

NOVEMBER 19, 2011. The European Union has just declared it is illegal to claim that drinking water can prevent dehydration.

 

Any seller of bottled water who does claim it can face a two-year jail sentence.

 

It appears that dehydration is now considered a clinical condition, which means that doctors and drug companies will take over the right to “treat it.”

 

These Brussels bureaucrats, who took it upon themselves to declare the allowable degree-of-bend for bananas and cucumbers sold in Europe (true)—before they were laughed out of court—should face the same ridicule now about water.

 

Better yet, people should start saying Brussels sprouts and chocolate are poisons no human should ingest, for fear of keeling over and dying.

 

The EU has been progressively tightening the noose when it comes to non-medical health claims for products. This, of course, is to protect drug companies against competition.

 

As I’ve written before, the basic question here is freedom. I frankly don’t care what health claims are made for any product under the sun. There are already laws on the books that allow prosecution of people who sell physically harmful substances—like Vioxx, for example, or any other kind of snake oil, natural or synthetic. Those laws are sufficient. As for judging the efficacy of a drug or herb, I’ll take responsibility for that. And so should everyone else.

 

If I think drinking water helps hydrate the body, I’ll continue to think that, no matter what any government body says.

 

To put it politely, fuck the EU.

 

Perhaps a pilot study is in order. Take 50 of these assholes and divide them up into two groups. Put both groups in a chamber that registers humidity of zero for six days, without liquids of any kind, and then, after letting them out, give half of them H2O and the other half hard stale cake. See which group fares better. When the obvious results come in, decide why water made a positive difference.

 

“Well, you see, it wasn’t hydration. It was waterization, which is distinctly different.”

 

Jon Rappoport

www.nomorefakenews.com

qjrconsulting@gmail.com

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

YORE GOVERNMENT AT WURK

 

NOVEMBER 2, 2011. Breaking…New federal regs make it mandatory for religious broadcasters to put captions for the deaf under their TV church extravaganzas—unless they can demonstrate paying for running text would bring them economic hardship.

 

This is very good. I think all those Sunday TV preachers need captions, because their messages are vital to the nation.

 

But what about the blind? I believe they should be supplied with handheld devices that display messages in Braille: “Preacher is sweating profusely.” “Preacher touched woman, she fell over backwards and her bald head immediately sprouted new hair.” “Preacher leered at good-looking blond in first row.”

 

As far as I know, current federal law mandates that all video made for TV must display captions for the deaf. What about pay-TV porn in hotel rooms? Borderline. An interesting court case.

 

“Well, Your Honor, as you can plainly see, when the protagonist and the heroine are on the bed in the motel room, their exclamations (“Oh baby, oh baby, oh baby!”) are NOT showing up as captions on the screen. Clearly, this is case of discrimination against the hearing-impaired. If you and I can, uh, pleasure ourselves while we’re watching The Knight and the Maiden, deaf hotel patrons should be able to enjoy the same fundamental right.”

 

Appeals right up to the US Supreme Court.

 

Then we have this. Why should deaf people be barred from working as late-shift security guards in corporate buildings? You know, the people sitting at the front desk who watch video screens covering offices, staircases, elevators? Yes, they can see a thief walking down a hallway on the 12^th floor, but they can’t hear what he’s saying to his partner. Therefore, we must have captions on all those screens, too. (“Hey, man, I told you this was wrong fucking floor!”)

 

And if that’s the case, then, by extension, some blogger who puts up a You Tube video of a woman urging her cat to eat a plastic fish should immortalize her words with captions.

 

And if you’re standing in your back yard at your kid’s birthday party, and you’re doing running commentary on all the little darlings careening down the slide into the pool, you need a stenographer sitting nearby typing in text. You never know who’s going to watch that video some day.

 

I just thought of another thing. In supermarkets, you’ll sometimes hear, over the speakers, announcements about specials. Well, where are the big screens that display captions? I think we have a suit here. Any attorneys out there ready to take those bastards to court?

 

Now, this next one is a bit tricky. There are people, who for whatever reasons, have lost their sense of taste. Taste is a sense like sight or hearing. Are we going to favor the deaf and the blind over those who can’t differentiate between a potato and a leek? I say all food markets must include, on shelves, descriptions of how the products taste. I realize this won’t be easy. So we need to bring in poets, people who are used to inventing metaphors. We have to try.

 

And what about old hippies who did too much high-dose acid and have “crossover senses?” They hear sunsets and see music. What are we going to do for them? The FCC should get cracking on this.

 

I know you’ve been waiting to point out the central flaw in my essay, so I’ll beat you to it. Yes, I’m WRITING this piece, and I fully realize that, in doing so, I’m immediately setting up an arbitrary preference for readers. Not only am I discriminating against the blind, I’m bypassing all those millions who are illiterate.

 

Therefore, I’m fully prepared to offer audio of every article I produce. Furthermore, I’ll hire assistants who explain, in far simpler terms, what I’m writing and posting every day, for the illiterates.

 

It’s a start. It shows good faith.

 

I like to stay out in front of these trends.

 

Pioneering the new frontiers of equality can be a hassle, but isn’t that what we’re here for? Hassle?

 

As I go to press, I’ve discovered several staggering facts. There are 6800 languages in the world. No one knows how many are written. But let’s say half. 3400. Now—why in this multicultural society of ours should we practice gross discrimination with our captions? We need captions in ALL languages ALL the time. Can you begin to see where I’m going with this? Let me add something else here that should make it clearer. In many sub-sets of communities across our great land, we’re seeing the development of a disorder called CAS. Caption Addiction Syndrome. That’s right! For example, Korean women who work in nail parlors are watching TV with the sound off, and they’re reading captions all day long. And they’re getting hooked! When they talk to friends after work, they EXPECT TO SEE CAPTIONS FLOATING IN MID-AIR!

 

So…treatment centers! You bet! Thousands of them, to treat and cure this affliction.

 

And together with the need for captions in 3400 languages to accompany each and every video made for TV (and eventually online), we have the beginning of a real…JOBS PROGRAM for America.

 

Finally.

 

Send this piece to the White House, because Obama’s polling numbers are in the eighth circle of Hell right now, and they’re trending lower. He needs some good news. I’m more than happy to help, and I’m sure all those altruistic celebs who want to pay more taxes would like to see bangs for their bucks, in terms of employment figures.

 

The Grand Coulee Dam? The Tennessee Valley Authority? Yes, they produced jobs for Americans during the Great Depression. But they were conceived in an era when industrial might was our only option. Now, in the Information Age, we have data—and data need explanatory data to reach greater numbers of people. Hence: CAPTION ACTION. An unlikely messiah, but we take our manna where we find it.

 

CAPTION: IN THIS ARTICLE, RAPPOPORT STATES WE NEED CAPTIONS EVERYWHERE…AND THIS WILL CREATE MORE WORK AND END THE RECESSION.

 

Jon Rappoport

www.nomorefakenews.com

qjrconsulting@gmail.com

 

 

 

 

 

WINDOW ABOVE THE BRAIN

 

AND THE MAGIC THEATER

 

–for Tim Leary, after reading his autobiography, Flashbacks–

 

OCTOBER 31, 2011. I have written essays that make it clear the brain can’t be the seat of thought if you want to retain the concept of free will. It’s a rather easy argument.

 

The activity of the brain is electrical and chemical and biological. Messages flow. Patterns are established. The brain does what it does. Claiming it entirely rules the choices and decisions we make and the ideas we entertain, we’re left with no “we” at all. No “I” at all. Just enslaved process.

 

I fully understand how hard it is for people to swallow this analysis. They want to stop with the brain. They want to say the brain must be the beginning of our existence, the fountainhead.

 

But I’m not here to argue, this time. I assume and know the mind is not the brain. I assume and know there is an “I” independent from the brain.

 

Agree, disagree, it doesn’t matter.

 

What goes on in the mind is a strategic operation based on a cultural fixation. That fixation prefers one point of view over many points of view—as if having one point of view—strong, stable, unwavering—is far better, in all respects, than having many.

 

Well, the dichotomy is false to begin with.

 

This is what the Magic Theater is all about.

 

Improvised dialogues between two people who play many roles and switch roles opens up landscapes which would otherwise remain closed. (See my blog archive at www.nomorefakenews.com for many articles about the Magic Theater.)

 

In fact, one effect of these dialogues is the strengthening and widening of the one point of view with which you handle reality on a daily basis.

 

Many authors, including Jung, Hesse, JL Moreno, Perls, Leary, to mention a few modern explorers, have indicated or implied that human beings can expand their perception by, to put it blandly, adjusting their line of sight to include more perspectives.

 

The Magic Theater achieves this in a remarkable way.

 

The brain does not have perspective. It runs. It can switch tracks, it can emphasize certain pathways, it can de-certify routes, but it can’t create points of view or roles. You do that.

 

History points out that wherever civilization and freedom experienced upward swings, there was theater. In ancient Greece, in Rome, in the emergence of a European society liberated from the hold of the Church, theater flourished.

 

The kernel of theater is the idea of proliferating roles. In dialogue.

 

This is a brilliant process that transcends stifling routine and repetition locked into “the one and only role.”

 

In order for the mind to play out one and only one role, it has to erect walls and ceilings and floors—it has to confine interior space. It has to ignore many suggestive messages. It has to pretend imagination is an unwelcome guest. It has to reject an inherent sense of theatricality. To achieve these objectives, it has to interpret symbols in the narrowest possible way.

 

It has to export thoughts to the brain, in hopes that the working of that organ will collaborate to produce an artifact of extremely limited power and range.

 

And this, of course, is where the problem arises.

 

A human being has glimpses of his own power—but when his one and only point of view, the one that seems to guarantee his best chance of survival and success, is operating to dampen power, the potential of life is squashed at the starting gate.

 

When I say power, I mean creative action, invention, improvisation, spontaneity, paranormal capacities, magic.

 

Huddled in the bunker of the one and only point of view, the role that excludes all other roles, the human being is caught in his own net. And the neural net of the brain does, in fact, cooperate. So the psychic component marries the biological and the chemical, and then the chance of escape seems to hover around zero.

 

Fortunately, this is an illusion. Despite its convincing qualities, the illusion can be overturned rather quickly.

 

In the Magic Theater, as I’ve written before, the range and nature of roles is unlimited. And utilizing JL Moreno’s brilliant practice of switching roles in dialogue, the effect of this kind of improvised theater is titanic.

 

Obstructive emotions which seemed to be permanent and “of the eternal human condition” are transformed into pure and available energy.

 

The action of living itself comes to resemble, more and more, theater. Wide open theater.

 

And the brain cooperates with THIS. Just as it cooperated with the tied and bound dictatorship of the one central and exclusive and inhibiting point of view.

 

For those who want this expressed as physical metaphor—all the feedback loops are changed. Whereas A led to B and B to C, now Z enters the stream, along with X and Q, and so A can lead to C. Or A can stand on its own. B can find partnership with L. This is not a sketch of chaos. On the contrary, the new pathways are far easier and smoother than the old ones.

 

Using other language, metaphysics, ontology, epistemology are revolutionized. The Magic Theater isn’t a mere shuffling and reorganization of ideas. Every frozen “ultimate” is dissolved. The seeker who is reaching for the final ground or heaven of consciousness discovers that his quest, which was being carried out along a line of sight produced by his central point of view (role), now takes on a wholly new character.

 

Instead of advancing, as it were, through caves of a journey mapped out by sages, he is inventing futures. And this invention multiplies new consciousness, which turns out not to have been the substance of a great container, but rather the intimate, non-material, experiential effluent derived directly from creative action, which is to say, Art.

 

Instead of viewing The Search as the effort to compile and discover what was already there, hidden from sight, the seeker (who is now creating) is making something new, and then something more new. This is what “the expansion of consciousness” means.

 

For all its value, the one and only point of view (role) is a prison cell. It proves to be that as time goes by, as a life is lived. The essential flexibility and joy of a point of view is lost.

 

One could read the entire history of Western philosophy as an attempt to posit a final landscape of reality, formulated to escape from the one and only role while continuing to occupy that very role. A series of messages smuggled out of a prison, in hopes that somewhere, someone will understand the dilemma and solve it.

 

But the answer was there all along. It was the hardened role that was the problem.

 

The actor is cast in a play. Long rehearsals ensue. On opening night, the reviews are positive. So the play continues its run. Through thick and thin, good times and bad, the play survives. Old audiences forget it, but new audiences arrive and fill the seats. The actor has his role, his character. He performs. He maintains. He no longer has to devote an iota of thought or practice to the part. It is in his bones. It is assisted by his brain. He shows up on stage every night and earns his paycheck. Year after year.

 

Is it better than working for a living? It IS working for a LIVING.

 

It does feed back to the actor a bit of magic. He decides this is enough, because what else is there?

 

There are universes without end. But he will have to make them.

 

And making them is a direct consequence of engaging in a far different kind of theater.

 

The other day, I put it to a friend this way: think of a role that’s impossible. Think of a role that is so absurd, no one can play it. Think of one that makes you fall off the chair and laugh because it is ridiculous and impossible and because no one in the history of the universe has ever played it. And I’ll think of one, too. And then, for a half-hour, we’ll play those roles, with each other. We’ll speak from them. We’ll have a conversation. And then we’ll switch and talk for another half-hour. I guarantee you the world will never be quite the same again.

 

If that doesn’t make sense to you, then you need a little Magic Theater in your blood.

 

I see the upcoming first workshop of the Magic Theater as an historic occasion, a launch of something entirely new. For the past 50 years, we’ve been teetering on the edge of realizing that civilizations, as we turn them out in the factories of our minds, are deficient at the core. Yes, they provoke and embody advancing technologies that benefit us. But what is that technology for? Is it only to provide more comfort and ease? Is that the very best we can do?

 

Or are we in the process of fulfilling what Bucky Fuller anticipated? A created platform from which we can embark on new levels of exploration. The economic and political systems we’ve invented seem to legislate confusion and stagnation, in the long run. Whether the systems are to blame or whether we should point fingers at our leaders—I’ve covered that territory in many different ways. I don’t need to revisit it here.

 

In any case, we have made fortresses of our existences. We’ve put up the walls. We’ve settled on a middle space of individual survival. We’ve done this for so long we’re sure it is the right path, the only path. But we know something is wrong.

 

In these civilizations, what we really want is the fluidity of theater and the adventure it promises. We want open possibilities. And this comes down to character, to the character each one of us will play—and the dissatisfaction, not with the content of that character so much as with having to choose only One.

 

That’s what we’ve come to see. And so we look for ways out. We look for answers.

 

In ancient Athens, local residents were recruited to play the roles written by the great tragedians. So a man could come home from a performance one night, to his wife, and she could ask him how it went, and he could say, “Well, I murdered my father and slept with my mother,” and they could laugh at the well-worn joke, go to bed, and make a child.

 

And today, we can improvise hundreds and thousands of roles with each other, in this thing I call the Magic Theater. And then life will open its doors (which were never really closed) and we can look at the multi-dimensional future, and instead of merely thinking about extraordinary possibility, we can invent it and live it.

 

The brain will comply. And the mind will blow new energy at its own coagulated wish-machine that has spun out the first moves of new characters and new stages, only to suspend its activity because of an apprehension about what the culture can absorb.

 

But we are the culture. Each one of us is a culture in the process of infinite invention.

 

Every student of philosophy has studied the story of the cave told by Plato. In it, humans sit in the dark and look at shadows cast on the walls, taking them to be reality. But then they walk outside, finally, and see the true objects whose shadows they had accepted as ultimates. I would change that story. The shadows in the cave are characters, roles, parts, points of view, half-imagined. And when, at last, these roles are acted and dialogues are engaged, the walls dissolve and space opens up, limitless, and the trudging journey along a narrow path of life is gone.

 

Jon Rappoport

www.nomorefakenews.com

qjrconsulting@gmail.com

Contact me to inquire about the December 10-11 Magic Theater workshop in San Diego.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

MORE NOTES ON THE MADHOUSE

 

OCTOBER 27, 2011

 

NOTE 1: What’s the point of teaching a 17-year-old kid about bestiality in school? Was he thinking about having sex with a possum? Maybe he is now, I don’t know. It’s amusing to imagine what my father would have done if I’d been clued in on sex-with- sheep-and-goats in school and told him about it. The principal would have ended up in the hospital, for starters. And there wouldn’t have been a trial. Not in those days. I guess, in the 1950s, there was still a form of frontier justice, even in the suburbs.

 

NOTE 2: For the past 30 years, I’ve been documenting the crimes of corporations. So I’m not a worshiper of mega-companies. But I do recognize that, in many cases, the consumer can choose not to buy what these people are selling. That’s still possible. When kids with all sorts of i-devices (which they adore), built in China by two-year-olds, use the gizmos to rail against corporate corruption, do they have any idea what the hell they’re doing? Apparently not. That doesn’t instill confidence in me. Why are middle-class kids on a crusade impressive? Remind me again. I’ve lost the thread. In the NYC Occupy crowd, they now have a FINANCE COMMITTEE and a GENERAL ASSEMBLY. The assembly votes on purchases that will be rubber-stamped by the finance committee. Learning the lessons of their parents, I guess. The other night, the Interminable Drum Circle incurred a setback when someone punched holes in their drums while they were asleep, so the drummers went to the finance committee for $$ to buy new ones. They were told to fill out paperwork and wait for a decision. I’m really looking forward to these people running the country after the revolution.

 

NOTE 3: If you create a job for an education bureaucrat in a state system, and that job pays an annual 200 grand, and upon retirement the office holder will make 10 million dollars over the course of his golden years…

 

And then on top of that, you’re creating a lot more bureaucratic jobs in state and federal systems that the taxpayer doesn’t even know exist, and those jobs are paying hefty salaries as well.

 

What do these bureaucrats do? Play pinochle with each other? That’s the point. They have nothing to do, so they have to figure out ways to fuck with you.

 

Looking at a chart of education administrators in the state of Illinois, I see that the top hundred people who have held their jobs for at least 30 years will rake in 887 million dollars, once you figure in their retirement pensions. Yeah, just the top hundred bureaucrats.

 

I’ll bet you a nickel I could ax every one of those jobs and no one would feel a thing.

 

I’d start with the 20 or so committees who meet to review the work turned in, by technical writers, for school manuals on condom lubrication, mutual masturbation, anal sex, and the effects of swimming-pool chlorine on various birth-control devices.

 

NOTE 4: For the years 2006-2007, all elementary and secondary schools in the US spent 599 billion dollars. Colleges and grad schools spent 373 billion dollars. (Source: The National Center for Educational Statistics) Taken together, $972 billion, 7.4% of the national GDP.

 

Most of the the money came from local, state, and federal government. Which came from taxes, plus invented computer-entry money.

 

Student performance over that time period didn’t make much headway.

 

From K to12, a student in the US costs about $110,000. One estimate has it that a home-schooled child, from K-12, costs $7200.

 

In your next meditation, Snowflake, your job is to contemplate how much $ waste is undoubtedly involved, for what sort of result, in US schools Remember, this sketch doesn’t begin to assess the actual quality of education delivered. When I use the word “performance,” I merely indicate general factors like graduation rates, reading scores, the ability to squash an aluminum can and put it in the purple garbage can, etc.

 

NOTE 5: Bloomberg News reports that, Fong Lai, a prison doctor in the California penal system, cashed out with $590,000 in unused vacation time when he retired. Wow. Pretty good haul. Let’s see. He didn’t take the vacation time, so he was paid (or not paid?) for working instead, but if he had taken the vacations they would have been paid vacations, but when he retired he got 590 K (anyway?)? I’m lost.

 

With cutbacks in the California state budget, public employees have been laid off, so current employees have had to work overtime (extra pay for that) to cover holes in the pinochle game. And how much overtime pay have they accumulated? Enough to nullify the cutbacks?

 

When I work past 4 PM writing, I keep track of the hours and pay myself triple-time. That’s how I’ve been able to buy three islands in the South Pacific and import snow for cross-country skiing and staff gun emplacements to pick off impulsive monitor lizards. I hadn’t thought about the unused vacation-pay trick, but it sounds like a good hustle.

 

NOTE 6: Today, in the wake of the decision to recommend the Merck HPV vaccine for young boys, Vice President Joe Biden stated that the federal government should pay off vaccine manufacturers.

 

Speaking at a fundraiser for Eskimo victims of Elephantiasis, Biden said: “These vaccine companies are trying to market their products to the whole nation. Men, women, boys, girls, babies. Three-hundred-thirty-million people.

 

“Most of us don’t realize the logistics involved. Stop and think about the man-hours, the infrastructure, the PR. Instead of going through all this, let’s just sit down with these vaccine CEOs and figure out how much money they need and give it to them.

 

“Stop vaccinating people. Just pay the companies.”

 

Biden’s solution was criticized by CDC spokesperson Ann Fibbergoo as shortsighted. “Mr. Biden doesn’t realize how important these vaccines are to the nation’s health,” she said.

 

But Ralph York, chairman of the Pharmaceutical Association of Greater New York, was enthusiastic about Biden’s proposal.

 

“Look,” York said, “let’s face it. This is about money. So let’s cut to the chase. Give us the money and we’ll stop bullshitting the public about the benefits of vaccines. Everyone will be relieved.”

 

In other medical news, researchers at Southeast Florida University claim they have found the gene that regulates boredom.

 

“This could break through into a previously unknown area of human emotion,” said Dr. Francis Plethora, lead author in the study, to be published next month in the Journal of Experimental Medicine.

 

“Of course, if boredom is eventually wiped out, we could see the complete collapse of the American economy,” Plethora added. “People would stop buying crap. But not my crap.”

 

In a related story, The New England Journal of Medicine has just issued a new report on the state of medical research in America. The report concludes, “What we witnessing, across the spectrum, is a battle among researchers to impose their fabrications. It’s a question of which lies will gain the upper hand.”

 

In a Delaware meeting of the state chiropractic association, a panel concluded that, within 30 years, all chiropractors licensed under the national health insurance program will be relegated to sweeping floors in hospitals and nursing homes. “But,” said Dr. Mark Torque, panel leader, “look at the upside. Even though we’re sure to be downgraded, as pharmaceutical companies, working hand in glove with the federal government, monopolize the entire medical landscape, floor sweepers and janitors and medical-waste haulers will be unionized. We can expect steady pay, vacation time, and health benefits. It’s better than running a dying practice.”

 

Dr. Henry Kissinger, speaking from his home in Georgetown with Brian Williams of NBC News, told Williams, “The future of the US, in terms of economic development, rests entirely on the concept of imminent threat.”

 

Kissinger declined to elaborate, but he did indicate that phony viral epidemics provide a good model for sales campaigns.

 

Wait, that was all just a dream I had last night, after I saw Jay Leno interview Obama.

 

Jay knows how to toss softball questions.

 

Reminds me of the night he interviewed Arnold, after global attention was focused on whether the actor was going to announce his candidacy for governor of California. Remember?

 

They actually set up a separate press room in the NBC studio just for the event.

 

With applause signs blinking and the audience screaming, Arnold said: “I’m mad as hell and I’m not going to take it anymore.”

 

Which was a reference to the 1976 movie, Network, in which the news department of a national TV network is turned over to the entertainment division…exactly the thing NBC was doing at the moment Arnold launched his campaign, at the moment Jay won the election for him.

 

NOTE 7: California is the sixth largest economy in the world. I’m not talking about city economies. National. And it’s still far too large to be a single nation. It should be at least 10 separate Republics. Call me crazy. But I know a little something about California. In 1994, I ran for a Congressional seat from the 29^th District (LA) against Henry Waxman. He did zero campaigning in the District. If that’s political reality, that’s a problem. When your opponent refuses to make a single comment about your accusations and he’s sitting 3000 miles away, the system needs a plunger.

 

NOTE 8: In and among the Occupy movement, there are some things happening that should be noted—like the guy who closed his bookstore in Brooklyn and moved his inventory, lock, stock, and barrel to a tent near Wall Street, to create a makeshift library. Maybe this guy had reached the end of the line back in Brooklyn. He’d been reading too many books himself. The kind of books that diagnose the human condition accurately.

 

Perhaps something like this, from Black Spring: “Moralities, ethics, laws, customs, beliefs, doctrines—these are of trifling import. All that matters is that the miraculous becomes the norm.”

 

Or this, from Wisdom of the Heart: “No man is great enough or wise enough for any of us to surrender our destiny to. The only way in which anyone can lead us is to restore to us the belief in our own guidance.”

 

Sooner or later—and later might be a million lifetimes—every one of us is going to take the leap. We’re going to do something so absurd it is sublime. We’re going to embrace an idea beyond the Beyond and jump on its back and ride it out into the clouds.

 

That everyone around us will be horrified goes without saying. But they won’t deter us, because we’ve reached the end of the line. Every human is moving inexorably toward that breaking point.

 

Every theme, every system devised to squeeze things together more and more rigidly will give way. It is at that moment we need to remember what is coming to life, no matter how much we want to deny it.

 

Imagination. Wings and flight. Making invisible things visible.

 

This is where we will live, and we will be willing to pay the price, because what we have learned and practiced, over and over, has become an intolerable burden.

 

I have been asked why I am optimistic about the future. That is why.

 

I know what is coming.

 

It doesn’t matter how long it takes. It doesn’t matter how devastating the intermediate period is. The build-up to the launch is simply our refusal to admit what we are.

 

Fret all you want to, wring your hands, drop into an inconsolable depression, the day is on the horizon. The day when you know you have the power.

 

Jon Rappoport

www.nomorefakenews.com

qjrconsulting@gmail.com

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

NOTES FROM THE MADHOUSE

 

OCTOBER 25, 2011

 

NOTE 1: Take a deep breath and let it out. Take two Thorazine and call me in the morning…

 

NOTE 2: http://gulagbound.com/22535/warningprogressives-npv-plan-for-white-house-control-happening-now-2012-permanently/

 

See an article describing how state legislatures are passing laws that could eliminate the electoral college system in presidential elections, substituting instead the total national vote, the popular vote, as the only deciding factor. This would hasten the collapse of the states as independent entities. It would also tilt elections. E.g., we’d now be talking about ex-president Gore.

 

NOTE 3: The Vatican has stated that the world needs a central banking authority to manage money for the entire planet. That’s just what I was thinking the other day. The Federal Reserve and the IMF and the City of London just aren’t big enough, you know? That’s the problem. And the other problem is we need moralists to run this Earth Bank. People who will decide which countries get how much money to throw around, based on need, based on the weather, based on whatever. I’m sure it’ll work out well. And God can take his 2% off the top. And you can collect a paycheck based on an algorithm dreamed up by a bureaucrat in Brussels that gives you a tiny, tiny fraction of the world’s allotted money supply.

 

NOTE 4: “But He [God] loves you. He loves you, and He needs money! He always needs money! He’s all-powerful, all-perfect, all-knowing, and all-wise, but somehow he just can’t handle money! Religion takes in billions of dollars, they pay no taxes, and they always need a little more.”

George Carlin

 

NOTE 5: A quote from Jack True: “People don’t understand ‘the individual.’ It isn’t something that’s handed down like a silver platter from your grandmother. It isn’t bought at a store. It isn’t copied from a previous document. And I guess that’s the problem. People want replicas. They want the comfort of knowing they have something that’s exactly like what everybody else has. But if they have that, they don’t have ‘the individual’ then, do they?”

 

NOTE 6: The New York City Health Department is seeking to hire a condom coordinator, who will make sure all public high schools have enough free condoms to hand out. Salary for the gig? $88,000. What are the requirements? Can sleep 20 hours a day? Used to inflate balloons with a helium tank for kids in Central Park? “I have always been devoted to condoms, sir.” (Source: NY Post)

 

NOTE 7: Free condoms? High schools? This computes how? Oh, that’s right. Schools are social agencies. And their employees belong to public unions. Sure. No problem. And parents go along with this. Like programmed robots.

 

NOTE 8: The US Attorney General has directed its NY office to require, under penalty of prosecution, all new taxis in NYC to be built to allow access for non-folding wheelchairs. (Source: NY Post)

 

NOTE 9: The US Attorney General? Regulating production by private companies? This computes how? Oh, that’s right. The federal government now owns businesses.

 

NOTE 10: What about people with non-folding wheelchairs who weigh more than 350 pounds and have a dog and a refrigerator? Where are the taxis that will accommodate them?

 

NOTE 11: Again, from the NY Post. The Dept. of Education is mandating that all public schools (middle and high school) begin teaching sex-ed in the upcoming spring semester. Well, sure. Where else are these kids going to learn about sex?

 

NYC schools are opting to set up their own program, which will take high school kids to stores where condoms are sold, so the kids can write down the brand names and note the features, like “lubricated.”

 

These kids will also be assigned to figure out a route from school (not home) to a clinic which offers birth control and STD tests. The teen kiddies will study the clinic’s policy on confidential treatment (parents don’t need to know).

 

NYC schools will have 11 and 12 year-old kids assess the relative safety of: sex with condoms and lubrication; mutual masturbation: French kissing; oral sex; anal sex.

 

Teens will be referred to the Columbia University (bastion of higher learning) site, Go Ask Alice, where the following subjects are discussed: doggie-style sex; phone sex; oral sex WITH BRACES; fetishes; vibrators; bestiality.

 

Certainly no programming going on here. No interference in home life by the State. No control by the State. Quite possibly, since I moved away from NYC 50 years ago, all parents have disappeared or have been outlawed. Kids are now living in tents on school property. I mean, I don’t know. But I would assume if somebody is talking to a kid about bestiality, it must be a surrogate parent, right?

 

And what about a kid who is in a non-folding wheelchair and weighs 350 pounds and has a dog and a refrigerator? Can he get a taxi to school so he can learn about lubrication, mutual masturbation, and vibrators?

 

And if he can’t, is that grounds for a million-dollar lawsuit against the city?

 

“My client has a Constitutional right to be taught about anal sex, ladies and gentlemen. That right has been denied. Therefore, standing on the shoulders of our Founders, we are suing the City. That noise you hear outside on the street is a thousand demonstrators from the Occupy Wall Street encampment, who have joined our cause. I call our first witness, the Condom Coordinator for the City, who will testify about the extremely deleterious effects of not being able to obtain a dozen Trojans on demand…”

 

Jon Rappoport

www.nomorefakenews.com

qjrconsulting@gmail.com

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“DAYS OF RAGE” AND OTHER THINGS

 

SCATTERSHOT FRIDAY, IN WHICH I PULL TOGETHER NOTES AND MEMOS TO SELF AND LET FLY

 

OCTOBER 21, 2011. NOTE 1: Let’s see. Am I supposed to be enraged that a federal loan in the “creating jobs program” (not Steve, he’s dead, and as far as I know they’re not planning to replicate him) and the “creating green energy program” has gone to Finland?

 

Finland? Making electric cars? On a 500-million-dollar US federal loan? The company claims they couldn’t find a US facility where the cars could be built. They had to go to the frozen tundra of Finland, where they really know how to put together cars.

 

Is this supposed to make me full of rage, or should I focus on the Occupy Oakland festivities, where we may soon see epidemics of 19th-century disease rippling out from the decaying encampments?

 

Or how about the delightful innocence of those who believe these protests and riots and killings in the Middle East are the prelude to democratic governments springing up like Jeffersonian bubbles in swamps?

 

Should I be angry that the whole Middle East madness (plus Libya) is an op designed to foster the perception that oil transport is becoming a more dicey proposition and therefore the price of oil will rise and therefore the cost of solar and wind power will be reasonable when compared with, say, six-dollar gas at the pump?

 

For all you MBAs who learned squat at school, there are two ways to innovate in the marketplace. You either bring in a product that people will pay for at reasonable price, or you force the the price of your competitors’ product to escalate, so your product, which was entirely unreasonable, becomes sane. The latter is the Real Green Economic Program. And the slithering champ of making a killing in this op is the light-burning, jet-fuel-spewing AlGore.

 

Should I be angry at the fact that teachers’ unions and government-employee unions are winning the battle to reward chronic incompetence?

 

Or that toxic Big Pharma “healthcare,” which kills 225,000 Americans every year, is 17.3% of the federal budget? $2.3 trillion in 2008. $7,681 per resident of the US. How about the US military budget? 54% of all federal spending. Of course, you can find hundreds of different pie charts that break these factors down in different ways. Pick your pie.

 

Maybe I should focus on the fact that the Occupy movement doesn’t seem to care that Obama was bankrolled by Wall Street in 2008, or that his economic wizards are Wall Street creatures. Where are the OBAMA=WALL STREET signs in NYC?

 

(You want to know how to make millions of young socialists? Student loans. That’s it. If only Lenin knew.)

 

Oh, by the way, the whole Occupy movement, as we speak, is being folded into the World Democracy campaign, which is guess what? Globalism. World Democracy sounds nicer. It can hook together the Arab Spring and the electric car and the universal health (big Pharma) and the student loans and the freebie-everything and the NAFTA-CAFTA-WTO nightmare and the Occupy Anywhere and the V is for Vendetta and the Power to the People and the public unions and the liberation of Libya and the bankrupt governments and the financial meltdown and the Clinton-Gore-Bush-Rumsfeld-Wall Street-Obama axis into one big Occupy.

 

The planet.

 

I thought I knew bullshit during the Vietnam war and the Nixon years and the Watergate infestation, but that was nothing, absolutely nothing compared with this clusterfuck.

 

So when people ask me why I keep talking about THE INDIVIDUAL, maybe it’s a little clearer now. When The Group knocks on your door, tell them you’re his cousin and he went fishing.

 

World Democracy, you’d better believe it, is about the funeral ceremony for the individual. If you don’t want to attend, you’d better think about POWER, as in YOUR OWN.

 

In one way or another, that’s what I’m writing about all the time.

 

When I say MAGIC or IMAGINATION or CREATIVE FORCE, I’m talking about a world that has no name or label or fancy superstructure or university or theology or messiah. It’s born out of the few who can see beyond this op, who can spit the ashes of the old world out of their mouths and climb to the top of the mountain.

 

Where they see that The Reality Game itself is a con of enormous proportions, and where they know they have the life force to crack the egg of a planet put together by mass hypnosis.

 

You first, somebody else next, somebody else next.

 

Waking up to Self.

 

Because if that doesn’t happen, you can sign up to become a Zero or a One in some idiot’s formula for What Should Happen to Everybody for the Sake of a Better World.

 

Occupy Wall Street?

 

No.

 

ZAP THE TRANCE.

 

On the other side of that is Imagination Unlimited.

 

 

NOTE 2: [received as an email] MEDIA ADVISORY.

MOTHERS TO HOLD DEMONSTRATION OUTSIDE THE FDA

“Don’t Turn Us Into Criminals over Milk!” Demand Moms

 

What: —A group of mothers from across the country who feed their children raw milk plan to hold a demonstration to protest the FDA’s crackdown on raw milk production and distribution, arguing that the government campaign not only criminalizes raw milk, but criminalizes the American citizens who buy and consume it.

 

Prior to their peaceful demonstration, a caravan of mothers will cross state lines with raw milk and invite the FDA to witness what the agency wrongly considers to be a criminal act. Media are invited to ride along as embedded reporters to report on how the FDA responds to what it wrongly terms a violation of the law.

 

Where: Across from FDA HQ 10903 New Hampshire Ave., Silver Spring, MD

When: November 1, 2011, 12pm – 3pm EST

Who: Liz Reitzig and Karine Bouis-Towe of the Farm Food Freedom Coalition

 

Visuals: Cars decorated with pro-raw milk slogans, protest signs, moms and children drinking raw milk, moms handcuffed to gallons of milk, Federal law enforcers will be meeting the protesters.

 

Background:FDA has engaged in several long undercover sting operations and raids against peaceful farmers and buying clubs. FDA is also pressuring states to restrict raw dairy access.

 

Under FDA regulations [21 CFR § 1240.61] implemented in 1987, it is illegal for anyone to transport raw milk intended for human consumption across state lines. That includes individuals purchasing it legally in one state and crossing into their home state.

 

Info about farm raids: www.FarmFoodFreedomCoalition.com

For additional information on raw milk www.westonaprice.org Contact: Liz Reitzig, Founder, Farm Food Freedom Coalition

301-807-5063, lizreitzig@gmail.com

www.RawMilkFreedomRiders.com

 

 

NOTE 3: LANGUAGE THAT CREATES THE FUTURE

 

“Language is the part of man which is evolving. Culture carries [follows] along. At the present moment we are able to speak twenty-first century ideas to each other, but our culture is carrying along at about the 1950s level.”

Terence McKenna

 

“When I use a word,” Humpty Dumpty said in rather a scornful tone, “it means just what I choose it to mean—neither more nor less.”

Lewis Carroll, Through the Looking Glass, and What Alice Found There

 

“What do you do, when you are looking at an event that appears unique, has no precedent, and can’t be folded into a previous theory?

What do you do when science insists you need a superstructure of theory in order to swallow up a singular event, in order to understand it, in order to claim it even exists?”

Jon Rappoport, The Magician Awakes

 

When we approach the subject of language itself, we are quite sure we’re on solid ground.

 

The rules may differ, from culture to culture, in some respects, but the basic tenets of words and how they are put together are “the same,” because we are all striving to attain clarity and specificity.

 

Nouns are people, places, or objects. Verbs denote action or state of being. Adjectives modify and illuminate nouns. Adverbs modify verbs, and so on.

 

When archaeologists find a manuscript no one can decipher—and can’t even figure out what culture it came from—there is the assumption that it presents the same kind of language every society has always had, and it was developed for the same purpose: unequivocal communication. Nothing else would make sense. Only a fool would think otherwise.

 

And if poetry and music and painting, God forbid, are ambiguous and yet make a more direct approach to feeling—although in what mysterious fashion no one can quite elaborate—the easy answer is to rule them out as languages. They are different. They’re “art.”

 

Let us suppose that, in the mid-22^nd century, a little space ship, evading all detections systems, lands on a lonely plain in an uninhabited region of China, and the crew walks into a cave and finds a few pages of ancient Chinese text—whereupon they immediately begin to work it over. However, these aliens speak and write an entirely different kind of language. They have an approach to language itself which is “light years apart” from ours.

 

They do, in fact, decipher this manuscript—but their interpretation has absolutely nothing to do with Chinese or the way Chinese is/was put together. They find what they can use, so to speak, and then, over the course of many years, after returning to their home planet, they build upon that interpretation. They expand it into many dimensions.

 

Several decades later, Chinese Confucianauts, traveling through space, encounter these aliens and eventually discover what they have done with their language. The conclusion? The aliens developed a sophisticated (and incomprehensible) system based on a fundamental flaw of inference.

 

Well, consider the possibility that our own languages on Earth, through cross-fertilization with each other, developed, in part, through the same “errors.” The same misunderstandings. The same leaps. The same twists.

 

And at every step of metaphoric borrowing and re-shaping, there was always the chance that people wouldn’t understand the new expression, the new phrase, the new jump into the unknown—until they did.

 

And now, take this further. Suppose we, at this point in time, not erasing all that has gone before, but taking our own leap, develop languages that are based on a wholly different approach and attitude. We’re not trying to be specific and singular and definitive. We’re being subjective and imaginative and open. We’re inventing languages that call for and stimulate new and unprecedented feelings and sensations and aesthetic motilities that move us into unique realms.

 

These realms do not exist as shared, hardened, objective entities.

 

These realms are fluid and shifting and very powerful.

 

Just suppose.

 

As an example, and I have proposed this before, we invent “action nouns.” Words that radiate streams of action while still retaining their object-ness. Old Chinese pictographs appear to have served those functions.

 

These action-nouns would also have the property of chameleons. From minute to minute, depending on the view and imagination of the reader, they would appear as different entities engaging in ever-new actions. But each “snapshot” would be alive, would have impact, would stimulate possibilities.

 

It is as if there are echelons of feeling, sensation, aesthetics, and spirit that remain untapped and totally unknown only because we use language that can’t access them.

 

And if aliens really did land on Earth en masse and in the open, and they inhabited such regions of feeling, how would we communicate with them? How would the gap be bridged?

 

The Earth government would gather “the best scientists” to research the problem, and of course they would get nowhere. The aliens would study us and eventually step down their echelon of consciousness—and both sides would meet in the middle. This solution would be disappointing, but it would be characterized as a momentous breakthrough.

 

Well, that is the state of our world already. People talk and write to one another and meet in the middle. Meanwhile, true artists see this is a huge joke.

 

 

NOTE 4: First of all, I’ll be using a word here: CONVICTION. No, I’m not talking about a jail sentence. I’m talking about a coalesced determination. I’m talking about a YES that you hold firmly and powerfully. I’m talking about having made up your mind about something.

 

I’m actually talking about a supernatural level of HIGHLY ENERGIZED DEFINITE KNOWLEDGE CONCERNING WHAT YOU TRULY AND PROFOUNDLY WANT THAT CAN’T BE SHAKEN, PLUS A VERY POWERFUL DETERMINATION TO GET IT.

 

All right? I’ll come back to conviction in a few seconds.

 

All my audio seminars up to this point provide a ground and a foundation and a preparation for actually DOING MAGIC—because that is the goal here. The exercises in those seminars and the essential background I give are really all about energy work that allows people to build up sufficient power to step into what people like to call The Paranormal.

 

Because The Paranormal is about energy, having it, using it, tapping into it, creating it.

 

And when you have enough energy, you then begin to see deeper into the sheer power of conviction.

 

In particular, you begin to see and know and use the power of your conviction to get what you want. To work for what you want, yes, to go after it, yes, but also to bring it into existence out of nothing. All at the same time.

 

So all those audio seminars I’ve been doing for some years are in this category. Groundwork, foundation, energy, preparation.

 

From this point forward, we need a decent working definition of magic.

 

In practical terms, magic revolves COMPLETELY around the question of how deep and strong your conviction is. Your conviction about what you want.

 

How deep is your conviction that, yes, THIS IS what I want.

 

There are lots of people who fool around with their own conviction like a toy or a pet cat or a Sunday hobby. They will say, “Well, of course I want X,” but their conviction is mild and weak and spotty, and perhaps they are looking for external permission or something equally misguided.

 

In other words—nonsense.

 

Magic comes from you. It doesn’t come from wondering whether tomorrow’s rainbow will somehow give you a map to a pot of gold.

 

Magic is conviction that translates into bringing about the substance of your deep desire in the world, out of nothing. Out of your creation of it.

 

And it is paranormal, because with sufficient energy and conviction, you can shape the future. You can invent the fulfillment of what you want.

 

There is a catch here. There are many people who go around talking about “manifestation,” and what they really mean is: they do nothing, they basically remain passive, they refuse to work—and then on top of that, they wish for something and poof, it comes true.

 

Sure.

 

This is hilarious and it is also hysterical.

 

Magic is basically the transformation of Passive to Active, through conviction—and most people have no idea how far-reaching that change can go.

 

When it goes far enough, you get magic.

 

You get telepathy, seeing into the future, psychokinesis. You get all sorts of phenomena.

 

More than those, you get what you want.

 

But don’t for a minute believe this means you get a better shade of nail polish or a more durable hiking boot or a softer pair of gloves or a more effective toothbrush or a prettier doily for the night table or a longer vacation or a taller Christmas tree.

 

There are layers of want and desire, and if you’re fooling around thinking what you profoundly want is a better car mat, you’re in the wrong pew. Go to eBay.

 

Magic is creating what you want in the world. That’s what it is.

 

Conviction—and the depth of conviction—can be looked like a geological formation of many strata, many layers. You think you’re very deep, but you’re only on the third layer down from the top, and there are a hundred layers further below.

 

With enough energy in tow, your conviction about what you want deepens—if a) you know what you truly want and b) you tap into your conviction about wanting it.

 

You can go so deep that the conviction alone is enough to bring about external changes that will present what you want on a silver platter…but you’ll never reach that level if you don’t also really work for what you want.

 

Most people have lost the whole notion of conviction.

 

So in the December 10-11 Magic Theater workshop, aside from everything else we do, I’ll show you exercises you can do to strengthen conviction.

 

Energy and conviction work hand in hand. As one builds, the other builds.

 

Magic isn’t for the timid or shy or passive. It isn’t for people who think ultimate “harmony” will some day enfold them in a gloss of fulfillment if they wait long enough and are Nice long enough.

 

Conviction is an ordinary word…but when you take the meaning far enough and expand it far enough, you are into the territory of The Paranormal. You are encompassing and projecting and immersing yourself so fully in what you want that it comes about.

 

 

NOTE 5: http://healthfreedoms.org/2011/10/14/big-study-vaccinated-kids-2-5-more-diseases-than-unvaccinated/

 

Survey Study suggests vaccinated kids get more diseases than unvaccinated kids.

 

 

NOTE 6: Fragment of an interview with Jack True, my late friend and colleague, who was the most innovative hypnotherapist this side of Orion.

 

Q (Jon): I look at dreams as adventures. Cultures have always been fixated on analyzing them and finding the hidden meanings.

 

A (Jack): Well, when you think about it, trying to dissect things for hidden meanings happens all over the place. The point is, when you arrive at the meaning, what do you have? The whole business falls apart. You’re sitting there with a few sentences of translated meaning, and it really doesn’t help much. I admit it can be an intriguing exercise, and I’m not knocking it, but it makes me yawn.

 

Q: The most interesting thing about dreams is that people have them. They’re lying in bed, and they’re entering into all sorts of dimensions, and it feels very real. Adventure.

 

A: Well, you would say that, because you’re an artist.

 

Q: What would you say?

 

A: I agree. Many dreams follow the sequence of desire and then manifestation. You want to experience something, and then, bang, it’s there. You’re in a full-blown setting, and there are other people, and you’re feeling what you want to feel. Or you could reverse it. You’re in a setting, you size it up, you see what you desire, and then it happens.

 

Q: In other words, it’s natural. It’s what people want.

 

A: They would like their waking lives to be like that. And in the service of that goal, in dreams, all the rules of physical reality go out the window. Dreams are a glimpse into another kind of reality, where the rules aren’t the rigid context. The rules about what can happen with space and time and what can’t happen don’t apply. In that sense, dreams are like art. In art, you can create what you want to.

 

Q: So there is a general universality in dreams.

 

A: The universality is, the rules of physical reality don’t take precedence. They don’t determine the outcome. They don’t inhibit the action. You can be in a room talking to someone one second, and the next second you can be up in the clouds flying over a city. This isn’t “a symbol” of something. It’s not about hidden meaning. It’s what it is.

 

Q: That’s too stark for a lot of people.

 

A: Well, sure. But so what?

 

Q: In a lot of cultures, if you have a dream, you’re bound to interpret it by the doctrine of the current mythology or religion.

 

A: Yeah. One story used to explain another story. If you wrote a novel, would you feel compelled to write another novel explaining the first one? It’s ridiculous. Dreams have inherent magic in them. Whereas, in your waking life, if you want to go from one city to another, you drive, or you book a flight. You go through all sorts of preparation. Those are the rules. That’s the way it works. In a dream, you can just move from one city to another in no time at all.

 

Q: That’s what I’m saying. That instant travel—it’s part of the adventure. If you want to think about a dream after you wake up, think about that.

 

A: Let’s say you actually had a person who could do that. He’s standing on the corner of 42^nd Street and Broadway, and then he’s standing on the beach in San Francisco. No time elapses. All sorts of explanations would be given, in addition to all the denials that it ever happened. He’s an alien from outer space. He’s a god. He’s the devil. He’s able to hypnotize everybody and make them think he has this extraordinary power. He was using some fabulous machine to make the space shift happen. It was technology, because otherwise it couldn’t have happened. You see, this is the analysis. The interpretation of the event.

 

 

NOTE 7: A brief fragment of a very long poem I’m writing, as yet untitled. Could be The Magician.

 

“The mirror was cracked in a dozen places, like the windshield of a car on a slippery highway at night, just after the police and the emergency workers and the victims had been dispatched to their proper and assigned locations, and he wondered what it was doing on the wall of a doctor’s office, when he realized the doctor was holding the cards of a played out universe in his hands. End of the line. Can’t make this machine keep on turning over. Not enough science left in the drawer. Three arrow ships came out of a diagonal cloud and dove into a Himalaya of crystal and shattered light and shattered more light and finally burned out eyes that were already blind and then we began to see something. Thirty years ago, I discovered that tragedy was a vast illusion perpetrated by three men playing cards in a hotel room and I shot them after breakfast. The royalties from this were enormous. I am in the maple trees. I am waking up in the green light. I am holding on to the mane of a cloudy leopard I have known for a thousand years and we never speak. ( the secret of everything ) sounds immaterial therefore you don’t mention it. (ten thousand incarnations as earth, then ten thousand as air, ten thousand as fire, ten thousand as water, then you jump off.)”

 

 

NOTE 8: McClatchy newspapers, Wall Street Journal, Reuters, the online New Yorker blog, and the Washington Post are reporting on connections between the Libyan rebels and the CIA, particularly in the person of Colonel Kalifa Hafter. Revolution, spooks, deals, oil. Blowback?

 

Jon Rappoport

www.nomorefakenews.com

qjrconsulting@gmail.com

 

 

MYTH AND THE FORCE

 

OCTOBER 14, 2011. I keep saying this over and over, because I have to. So here we go again.

 

A myth, any myth, holds a fascination for people because it is a work of art—and art is the compelling force.

 

Most of the human race want to enter a grand museum, where myths are displayed on the walls. They want to choose one and then WALK INTO IT AND TAKE UP PERMANENT RESIDENCE THERE.

 

Of course, any painter worth his salt would watch this and fall down laughing.

 

The painter knows something that escapes the attention of the throngs in the museum.

 

A MYTH IS THE PRODUCT OF IMAGINATION.

 

The product.

 

The outcome.

 

Of course, when you obscure this fact, all you are left with is products of imagination. That’s all you’ve got. So you choose one. You say, “This is the best one.”

 

You say, “This feels like the key to the universe.” Or, “This is the way the human race will survive, by believing in this one.” Or, “Let’s get everyone to accept this one.”

 

But behind it all is imagination, which can generate, among other things, an infinity of myths.

 

I explore these issues in great depth in my book, The Secret Behind Secret Societies.

 

Once you recognize the existence and power of imagination, YOUR imagination, then in some very real sense, you are on the cusp of becoming an artist. What you need to do then is USE your imagination.

 

You want an exercise? Here it is. Spend the next year inventing myths. Write them down. At the end of the year, you’ll have a whole different perspective about myths. You’ll know in your bones the difference between living inside a myth and creating one.

 

And you’ll have a power that was always yours to begin with.

 

I write this piece because myths are deployed as ruling entities. They shape what people believe and what they do. They are used to coalesce societies and civilizations and run them—and we have reached the moment in history where this is no longer necessary. Where we can all become artists. AKA magicians.

 

But…the fascination with myths lives on. People want to believe (and so they do) that finding one particular myth might unlock the secret of life.

 

The secret of life is unlimited and unbounded imagination and creation—BY THE INDIVIDUAL.

 

Lately, I’ve started the Magic Theater as a way, a vehicle for expanding the imagination and allowing people to use it and use it powerfully, by improvising many, many, many roles in dialogue.

 

And when I say imagination, I mean infinite imagination.

 

And when I say roles, I mean any role that can be imagined.

 

History can be viewed as the struggle, battle, and conflict between opposing myths. And as we all know, this isn’t merely an intellectual war. It is also a blood-and-guts war.

 

It’s a shell game. “Where is the one myth I can point to and choose that will open the door to all the fulfilled promise I seek?”

 

This can be restated: “Which product of imagination will lead to triumph?”

 

When you see it that way, you know the game is exposed, and you can go, instead, DIRECTLY to the force behind all myths: imagination.

 

You can create—without limit.

 

NO PRODUCT OF IMAGINATION IS THE ANSWER.

 

IMAGINATION IS THE ANSWER.

 

IMAGINATION IS MAGIC.

 

MAGIC IS IMAGINATION.

 

Jon Rappoport

www.nomorefakenews.com

The first workshop of the Magic Theater will be held in San Diego on December 10 and 11. To inquire: qjrconsulting@gmail.com

 

THE CRIMES OF M. VAFAMEHR

 

OCTOBER 13, 2011. Marzieh Vafamehr, the Iranian actress who is now in jail for making a movie about suppression of artists—no irony there, nothing to see, move along—has broken two key rules, according to Iranian authorities.

 

One, the movie was made without a permit, and two, she didn’t wear a head scarf to conceal her hair—but wait, in the film, her head was shaved.

 

And for these grave offenses, she faces a year in lock-up and 90 lashes with a whip.

 

What is this, the Stone Age? The medieval Roman Church? Or are we supposed to say, “Well, they have their religion and we have to tolerate these traditions and honor them because, after all…”

 

Don’t worry, though. Women’s organizations all over the planet and groups of powerful actors and directors and major movie studios are mounting a joint effort to turn the tide in Marzieh’s favor and obtain her release.

 

What? They’re NOT? Absolutely nothing is happening? Are you sure? Not a peep?

 

Perhaps failing to obtain a permit to shoot a film (the director asserts they DID get necessary permits) and showing one’s bald head are major crimes. For all I know, there are scores of bald actors and filmmakers who didn’t get permits languishing in American jails as we speak. That must be it.

 

Bald head? 90 lashes. Of course.

 

The president of Iran knows exactly what he’s doing. He’s a genius. The system under which Marzieh Vafamehr is being persecuted is just and right and proper.

 

For all you video devotees out there, I have a suggestion that will set this whole thing straight. Take your cameras out into the street and start interviewing bald people. Ask them if they’re aware that baldness is punishable by a year in prison and 90 lashes. Then mention Marzieh Vafamehr’s name and her case. Put the videos up on You Tube.

 

If you can do photoshop, make Scorcese and Lucas and George Clooney and Tom Selleck and Meryl Streep and Angelina Jolie and Hillary Clinton BALD. “THIS GETS YOU A YEAR IN JAIL AND 90 LASHES IN IRAN.” Use a little imagination.

 

If you need any motivation, think about what 90 hard lashes can do.

 

Jon Rappoport

www.nomorefakenews.com

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