CASE AGAINST THE MAGICIAN

by Jon Rappoport

January 20, 2012

As some of you know, until last spring I was a professor of literature at Princemouth College, on the rim of the Milky Way, at which time I was fired for “reckless behavior.” When charges were brought against me by the College Integrity Commission, I was told by the Dean of Behavior:

“Violations of the College Code have been observed and verified. We aren’t at liberty to name those violations, because they might multiply the effects of your actions.”

Without the ability, therefore, to defend myself, I had no recourse.

But now, through the efforts of former students, the charges have been exposed. I am grateful for their help.

On the afternoon of April 12, in the Grove, on the east edge of campus, I performed a magic trick for several dozen sophomores who were meeting to discuss a proposed tuition hike.

I held out my hand and made an apple appear.

Later that day, one student told the Dean I had frightened him. He claimed there was no way I could have produced the apple through “stage trickery.” He stated I had actually “manifested” the apple. And this he found upsetting.

In a subsequent note he wrote to the president of the College, he reasoned: “If the Professor could do that (make the apple appear), then all current laws of motion and energy are suspended, and if this is possible, then what other unpredictable irregularities might I encounter here on campus? I came to the College to study science. Now, I am afraid. I have disturbing dreams at night. I’ve sought help at the campus clinic. I have been prescribed medication, and I’m receiving therapy three times a week. Frankly, my life is a shambles. My religious values have been shaken.”

On that basis, I was charged, found guilty, and expelled from my job.

Before I left for Earth, I was harassed by reporters who wanted to know whether I had broken the College Codes of Restricted Speech.

Now I live in San Diego, beyond the reach of College authorities.

And I can tell you:

I did, in fact, materialize the apple out of nothing.

I’m freely admitting this, because I want to discover whether it disturbs people sufficiently to make me conclude that your society, too, is living in a Dark Age.

If the answer turns out to be yes, I will make a stand, because the prospect of emigrating again is deeply unpleasant. And when I say make a stand, I mean I will perform other “tricks.”

But this time, I’ll do more than simply conjure an apple in my hand. I’ll erect an unbreakable psychological shield around the 1^st Amendment, and I believe this action will bring about a state of chaos in many of your sacred institutions.

I’ll also render visible a hole in space that already exists above the planet, at an altitude of 60 miles, where energy is pouring in from another universe. When that happens, and when its implications are digested, many scientists will see a way to channel and utilize this energy to replace your older inadequate forms of fuel.

That, too, will engender chaos.

Fed up with blindness and insanity, I’ll step out of the shadows and declare my independence.

When in the course of events, it becomes necessary to resign from “the old world,” it is best done in spectacular style, and with maximum impact.

There are further “tricks” coming. What if, for example, every person who currently is weaving a false story to convince others he is a chronic victim is suddenly and simultaneously exposed? What if his tale is instantly and widely perceived as a fraud, despite all protestations to the contrary? I assure you, such a revelation is possible. The bell hanging from the cat’s neck will ring.

Suppose I show a few hundred million fundamentalists of various stripes the god they have been worshiping all their lives does not exist, but was invented, long ago, by cynical priests?

Suppose millions of soldiers from dozens of nations suddenly understand they have been killing people for no reason?

Suppose, at the flick of a switch, hundreds of thousands of criminals and thugs begin confessing their crimes?

And if craven liars, who are self-appointed leaders of various groups, are viewed, from a correct angle, as panderers and sellers of hatred and poisonous divisiveness, what then?

I assure you, all this is as possible as snow falling on a winter afternoon.

These days, in order to watch and experience a faded imitation of such feats, you file into dark theaters and feel your adrenaline move and your brain graduate into a higher gear, as superhuman heroes enact justice.

Tomorrow, you will see it for real.

If, however, I am left alone to be what I fully am, then I will leave you alone. I will allow you to play out your dramas on a stage of your own choosing.

I have made no investment in your consensus. I haven’t walked in your shoes; nor do I care to.

I can tolerate you. I’m not sure whether you can tolerate me.

But all will be revealed soon enough.

There is nothing in the universe, or beyond it, that legislates we should all be the same. That may come as a shock to some of you—but I fully understand your “egalitarian attitude” is something you’ve invented to comfort you in a false haven.

This statement is my own declaration of independence.

Let the chips fall where they may.

My journey began on the afternoon I invented an apple out of nothing. But notice I didn’t follow through, as your oppressors did, by adding the garden and the tree and the snake and the guilt. I merely performed a trick. That’s the naked power that’s concealed behind the religions so many of you accept.

Which is probably why I’ll have to do more tricks. Because, while you elevate religion, you don’t like magic.

Oh…wait a minute. What was I saying? Ha-ha, it was only a joke. I went off there for a minute. I didn’t do any magic. Of course, we’re all small people living in a big world and we have to bow down to our superiors and submit to mysteries we’ll never understand. That’s the human condition. We have to make the best of it. We’re all in the same boat. Ha—I went nuts there for a minute. Don’t do anything that might possibly offend anyone else. Don’t stand out. Get along. My hopes and prayers are with you…

Jon Rappoport

For information concerning the upcoming March Magic Theater workshop in San Diego, contact me at: qjrconsulting@gmail.com

GOT YOUR MIND IN MY POCKET

by Jon Rappoport

January 13, 2012

I’ve been working on an invention for the past 15 years, and I finally have it perfected. It allows you to put your mind in my pocket and forget about it. Sounds a little strange, doesn’t it?

I can tell you, it was quite a challenge to come up with this, but I could see it was essential, because so many people are worrying about their minds.

And then I had to figure out what to do with lots of minds that came my way. A few colleagues and I worked out a system for separating the constituents and selling them for scrap. As you might know, the scrap biz these days is very big.

Anyway, the procedure for transfer is pretty simple. You don’t have to check into a hospital or a clinic. We handle it in the privacy of your own home. We set you up in a comfortable chair (you can even watch TV while this is all happening). The energy-suction machine is about the size of a cell phone. It locates the dimensions of your mind (not your brain, of course), and then it establishes a territory of about four feet by six in which it radiates a frequency of extreme pleasure. Your mind just pops out of its locale and comes scrambling over to the pleasure-field like a puppy and we pocket it. Bang. No problem.

Gone forever.

You should know how we define mind. It’s the totality of repetitious, aimless, and unproductive thinking. The useless stuff that goes around and around and gets nowhere. It’s the worrying and the globs of passive hand-wringing that never lead to action. It’s really the totality of the illusion that you only exist in one space. That’s what we take away. All the rest of your thoughts, whatever they may be, remain intact.

After the procedure, you’ll know you can create space(s). And that will alleviate the need to start thinking round and round in circles again.

In other words, you’ll know you’re an artist.

You’ll know you invent reality.

Disclaimer: How you handle your new echelon of existence is, of course, not our concern. We can’t hold your hand forever. Revelations about your new status might come as a shock to the system. You could engage in certain forms of chaotic behavior. You could try to attach blame to our service. That’s why we have this 60-page ironclad no-fault addendum, which you’ll have to sign in the presence of three witnesses. It exempts us from liability. It informs you that under no circumstances can your mind be replaced if you’re dissatisfied.

Of course, if you want to undertake the stripping of your illusions on your own, without our help, you could. That might involve a lengthy process. The results, naturally, aren’t guaranteed.

It’s the difference between being flown to a high castle by helicopter and climbing the trails and scaling the rocks yourself.

We prefer the easy way. It’s our specialty and our business.

If you feel you want to take advantage of our offer, but need the assurance of a “figure of authority,” we can provide a simulacrum of a “fully realized ancient spiritual master,” who will come to your home and cast our work in the light of a miracle, a moment of grace, a “deserved reward” for your lifetimes of suffering “on the wheel of Karma.” Or some such. We can perform those theatrics for you.

At the moment, we’re in the middle of negotiations with the federal government. If our funding grant comes through, we’ll be able to provide our service at no charge to those who can demonstrate some level of disability. We’ll have counselors on call who can help you navigate the relevant regulations.

Welcome to your new life!

Jon Rappoport

www.nomorefakenews.com

qjrconsulting@gmail.com

TRADING UNIVERSES

by Jon Rappoport

January 12, 2012

See, I’ve got this universe here. I’ve got a whole bunch of others in a storage locker in Long Beach. This one I’m willing to trade, if you have one I’m interested in.

I don’t care what the rules are for yours. It could be an inside-out job with music, or a long skinny one with ladders and unlimited energy. But it has to have lots and lots and lots of painters, because I’m opening a gallery.

We could do a plus-cash deal as well. I might be willing to kick in some diamonds or gold bars.

But don’t, under any circumstances, try to pawn off the one we’re standing in right now, because it’s a lemon. Okay? Energy conservation law, an excess of machines, androids, wars, fundamentalists. I don’t want crowds of people screaming about God or gods or heaven or The Book or any of that stuff. And I don’t like some of the insects and animals. Baboons. I don’t like baboons at all. Whoever started that whole line should be put on a small asteroid and left there. And slugs. I’m not happy about slugs and snails. People eat snails. What further proof do you need that this universe is a whack-job?

Do you have one that’s populated by musicians as well as painters? I mean real musicians, not screamers with guitars and make-up. Improvised symphonies that span a whole galaxy and go on for a few hundred years at a time. That’s more to my liking.

But the very last thing I’m looking for is people who are unaware they’re living in just one cosmos out of trillions. Those people will tire you out faster than a big stack of rubber pancakes.

My cousin lives in one of those. He sends me messages about “the human condition” all the time. I have to tell you, although I’m not unsympathetic, this wears on a person. It’s so…parochial. And he thinks he’s on some kind of frontier of consciousness or something. Can you imagine? Babbling on and on about existential this and shrunken down that. Drives me bats! What am I supposed to say to the guy? He’s blind? I mean, he is, but he doesn’t react well to that sort of talk. He gets his fur up and goes on the attack. Pathetic.

Anyway, I’m up for a trade. If you get my voice mail, leave a detailed message. Remember—painters and musicians. Academics are okay, as long as they know their place. Throw in a few shrinks, just for laughs, and you might have a deal. All transfers are final. No refunds. No rebates. No discount coupons.

As you may have guessed, I don’t do God. If you’re thinking of trading me a universe where some guy’s playing God, forget it. First thing I’d do is fire him and his whole bureaucracy. But usually they have laws about that. You know, employment guarantees. With bonuses! I don’t want to get caught up in red tape. I say if you can’t fire a guy, you have to fire the system. I could be spending a few thousand years trying to engineer that.

Jon Rappoport

www.nomorefakenews.com

qjrconsulting@gmail.com

THE GOVERNMENT META-SPYING GAME

by Jon Rappoport

January 12, 2012

Reuters, the Atlantic Wire, and other outlets are running a story about the Dept. of Homeland Security monitoring websites and social networks.

A DHS document states this monitoring program is geared to keep the government tuned in to “situational awareness” and able to “establish a common operating picture.”

Which sounds like intentional gibberish. But these are technical terms. In its effort to track stories and traffic related to border security, terrorism, and bird flu (!), for example, DHS is trying to assess public perception of ongoing events.

With sites like Drudge, The NY Times, HuffPo at the top of the list, and FB, MySpace, and Twitter included, the government hopes to be able to estimate consensus reality, make no mistake about it.

What’s under the government’s magnifying glass here? Events? Not really. It’s the widespread PERCEPTION of events.

This is a form, if you will, of meta-spying.

DHS obviously has some kind of collating system and also algorithms to model the degree of consensus about a subject of interest.

What does the public think about border security at the moment?

What does the public think about bird flu right now?

I find this latter topic interesting, because for the past few months, I’ve had the sense the CDC might be getting ready to launch another phony epidemic—either a rerun of bird flu or a repeat of swine flu.

They were soundly defeated on the last swine flu go-around, largely because the internet (including this site) was alive with refutations of their nonsensical PR and invented case numbers.

In the wake of the defeat, they’ve been trying to figure out how to get another fake epidemic on the boards and make it seem much more real.

In order to do this, they need and want a system that can track and assess public opinion in tight increments of time, moving forward.

So here is the current game in a nutshell: there are events in the world (some of which are created or fabricated by governments); then there is the public perception of these events; then there is the government perceiving the public perception.

And now here I am perceiving the government.

It’s a perception-stack.

For instance, suppose next month the CDC gets up on its hind legs and announces there is an outbreak of a flu in, say, Arizona, and researchers have been dispatched to the area to carry out tests.

DHS would, day by day, or even hour by hour, monitor a huge amount of traffic and data on the Net, to gauge reaction, to gauge the level of belief, you might say.

Then the researchers announce it’s a mutated strain of bird flu, more dangerous than the last one. More monitoring of public reaction via the Net.

A rather high level of public disbelief? Carve out a new announcement. Try something a little more threatening, or bring in a politician who has a high level of credibility, and let him jump on the bandwagon. Then: how did that work out?

Getting the picture?

It’s the attempt to shape consensus reality through monitoring Net traffic and making adjustments.

With the enormous amount and speed of Facebook/Twitter data in the mix, DHS realizes they can keep updating consensus reality by the minute if they want to.

They can go a step further and set up FB/Twitter accounts and send out their own brands of data.

They can take this ball and run with it to the moon.

Of course, keep in mind that a significant slice of the US government has deceived ITSELF about the role Facebook/Twitter play in world events—like the fabled Arab Spring, which is really an op to put big chunks of the Middle East under Islamic control and jack up the price of oil and go green, “through necessity.”

Those marvelous intellectual students with iPhones sitting in cafes in Cairo running the revolution? I’ve got condos on Jupiter to sell you.

So you very well could get something like this—-

“I just got a text message that Chris Columbus landed in India,” said Queen Isabella. “Wow. We need to jack up the PR about those Hindus and Nehru jackets and ornate jewelry and so on.”

“Yes,” said her advisor. “And maybe we should have Chris disassemble a really big temple and bring it back here.”

“Wait a minute,” said the grand vizier. “Didn’t we float that Facebook post about India? I just heard a rumor he landed on some island in the Atlantic.”

“What!” said the queen. “What island?”

“I don’t know. Some of our citizens are confused. They’re wearing feathers on their heads. And leather britches.”

“They’ve gone crazy!”

“Nothing new there.”

No. Nothing new.

So if I write BIRD FLU HOAX BIRD FLOW HOAX BIRD FLU HOAX BIRD FLU HOAX BIRD FLU HOAX, does that interest anyone at DHS?

Have fun, fellas. You’re going to screw this up beyond belief. I know you are. By the time you’re through, you’re going to believe God just landed on Saturn in a spaceship with his mom and dad and a crew of Mormon singers.

Jon Rappoport

www.nomorefakenews.com

qjrconsulting@gmail.com

THE BEST THING ABOUT SANTA CLAUS

by Jon Rappoport

January 10, 2012

I didn’t do a Christmas post this year, so it’s really too late now, because everybody is glad the holiday is over. Too much dessert, weird presents, time to get back to work.

But what the hell. I like Santa Claus. Always have, always will. Mainly because, when you turn 10 or 11, you stop believing in him. This is a great thing. Think about it.

As a kid, you invest a tremendous amount of energy in the man, you wait for him to deliver the gifts, you love him…and then, one day, while you’re throwing snowballs at older kids, one of them comes up to you and says, “By the way, Santa isn’t real.”

And you get over it.

It’s a rite of passage.

“Honey, our son just figured out Santa doesn’t exist. Talk to him.”

“And say what? That we’ve been lying to him?”

But ultimately everybody’s cool. It was a good joke. A lovely joke. A nice thing.

And there were clues. Ten department stores, each with its own Santa. People shopping at Xmas. That’s a hard one to ignore, right? Why are they buying presents when Santa delivers them?

In December, every year, folks more or less all conspire to create Santa. Then they stop.

Religion should take a chapter out of that book.

“Let’s do Krishna. This week is Oobladee Krishna. We’ll make up tunes and go on hayrides. Next week, how about Buddha? The fat man with the enigmatic smile. Then maybe The Holy Ghost. Organ music, guilt, fear. Always dug the scary stuff.

But no. Pick a religion and you’re stuck with it. Or you rebel.

“Mom, I’m going to live in Oregon with the Church of the Cranberry Cult. I have to buy hip boots and a rake. You’ll probably never see me again.”

When I first heard about Buddha, I immediately thought of Santa. Both guys had girth. They obviously enjoyed a good meal. They weren’t trying to press their case too hard. It was a riff. You could pick it up and then lay it down. Nobody with a thumbscrew would knock on your door.

Not many people realize this, but Thomas Jefferson wanted each generation to write its own Constitution. Every 20 years or so, they’d sit down and dream up a new one. He was never trying to legislate a Forever.

“You don’t like a Republic? Try your own monarchy. Or something no one’s ever heard of. The point is, you decide. Otherwise, you’ll freeze yourself in marble. Get it? One of the primary freedoms is inventing new government.”

That never panned out.

Do I have explain why? Didn’t think so.

When we talk about Santa at Christmas, we smile and laugh. We all know it’s a joke. We’re making him up. It doesn’t seem to be a problem. No one turns angry. It’s the one imaginary celebration, and it works.

“This isn’t really happening…and yet it is.”

And underneath it all, that’s why we buy presents. Because we’re inventing the whole shooting match, and it feels good.

This is why I favor a state religion. If it’s the religion of Santa. The guy who doesn’t exist.

“And so my friends, as I stand here in this church, talking to you about our fundamental holiday, I must remind you we’re all writing script. Never forget that. We’re cranking it out by the ton. And next week, we’ll stop. These are the two pillars. It’s on and then it’s off.”

Amen. Oobladee. Dancer, Prancer. E=mc2. Except on Thursdays.

Happy New Year.

Another nice artifact.

Speaking of which, the next Magic Theater workshop is scheduled for Mar. 3 and 4 here in San Diego. If you’re interested, email me. Judging by the last workshop, this one is going to be a beauty.

Once you unlock “the secret of Santa,”and now we’re talking about the whole history of art, because artists freed us to see imagination in its fullest aspect, the field is wide open. Why take religion literally? Why take it as final, any more than you would take one symphony as final background music for the universe? Why take the universe as final?

Even if you wanted to pinpoint an author of the book called This Universe, should you worship him/her/it any more than you would worship the author of Moby Dick?

The whole point of Hesse’s novel, Steppenwolf, from which comes the idea of the Magic Theater, is that the magician, Pablo, sees the universe as a joke, while the main character, Harry, can’t. He finds it so serious and oppressive that he walls himself off from other people.

Well, the universe, no matter how it presents itself, is nothing more than another Santa Claus.

And if we had any sense, we would institute holidays in which other universes are celebrated. If you think you can’t find any, walk into a museum.

As we see how central unlimited imagination is to the present and future, other people behind us are retrenching their own fundamentalist traditions, trying like crazy to reinvent the past. Their greatest fear is realizing that those traditions were imagined.

So what should we do? Argue over and over that the past, in some crucial way, is gone? Will that carry the day? No, we need to imagine and create and keep on doing it until it reaches flood proportions.

In doing so, appeals to authority won’t work, because there aren’t any. I don’t care where you want to locate them, how you want to dress them up, what wisdom you want to put in their mouths. Those authorities are, at best, characters in plays of invention. And guess who writes the plays.

When I was a kid, I found out we had a chimney that was blocked up with concrete. No one knew how it had happened. My father hired two guys to drop iron balls down it, and after several tries they gave up. That’s when I figured out Santa probably wasn’t real. The chimney was blocked! I mentioned this, and my parents looked at each other and shrugged. And that was that. Life moved on.

But I still dug the fat man in the red coat. He was magic, and magic never dies. Because we invent it. We find it. We’re a species of artists, whether we want to admit it or not.

In my role as prosecutor, I keep making that case, to squeeze out a confession. If you’ve been reading my pieces for any length of time, you know I’m pretty relentless.

Jon Rappoport

www.nomorefakenews.com

qjrconsulting@gmail.com

MY CONTRARY VIEW

by Jon Rappoport

January 9, 2012

The great Buddha, who may or may not have existed, is supposed to have said, “As you think, so you are.” Actually, I prefer this: “As you think, so you create, unless you create first, in which case you can think anything you want to.”

But that’s not quite a slogan. It doesn’t have much appeal for the masses.

Let’s break it down.

How and what a person thinks becomes awfully, awfully important when that person isn’t creating. Because then, thinking is pretty much all he has going inside his mind. He chooses between thoughts like a cautious buyer with a tight wallet at a bazaar. You know, visit all the stalls, judiciously pick an item here, an item there.

And then, yes, the thoughts he highlights and turns into hardened ideas are going to affect his main actions and perceptions. QED.

But if he’s imagining and creating like mad, he can supersede this entire mechanism. He can decide what to create and then invent the thoughts that make it all work.

Of course, my position isn’t popular. It doesn’t ring bells from Nome to Tierra del Fuego.

People prefer the Buddhist formulation because it doesn’t require living a creative life. I’m going to go out on a limb and suggest that if you read through all the voluminous tracts and texts and commentaries of Buddhism, you’re going to find very little about imagination.

People with a modicum of intelligence are attracted to the Buddhist version of thought-affecting-Being, because they dimly apprehend that their own thoughts do seem to exert a powerful influence on them—and so they look for ways to replace one thought with another—as you’d try to replace an old car with a new one.

Or as you might try to replace one drop of water in the ocean with another drop. Good luck.

Buddha, if he existed, might have been a great guy. He might have been fun to talk to. Or not. But he didn’t seem to give much time to considering human creation along positive lines.

(Well, neither did any of the fabled prophets of the world’s premier religions.)

Too bad.

Since the great migration of Eastern spiritual thought to the West in the 1960s, I’ve been pondering, on and off, the reasons for this cut-rate sale. And I believe I’ve found a few good explanations—the most significant of which is people love having faith in ancient personages who knew everything worth knowing. What a concept. And add to that the idea of a lineage, a whole unbroken line of masters who have been transmitting wisdom and illumination of the highest possible order to regular folks for centuries, and you have a real winner.

It’s mysterious. It’s satisfying. It’s big. It’s hip. It’s reassuring. It’s metaphysics with a payoff. It’s goal-oriented without being crass.

And, for example, in the case of Buddha, a decent fellow who wasn’t claiming to be a god or a priest or a dictator, it’s a solution to suffering.

Wow. Escape suffering.

And there is a formula, the centerpiece of which is: desire produces pain; therefore, eliminate desire; attain wisdom.

In other words, if you’re suffering and you can’t get off that trolley no matter what you do, know that everyone else is on board, too. You have lots of company. It’s nothing personal. It’s just the structure of reality.

To ascend beyond reality, start by accepting that your desires cause the whole infernal game to play out, over and over. That’s all. So meditate in such a way that you quit desiring. And you’re out. You’re released from the struggle and the inevitable disappointment.

Voila.

Sound good?

(What about, as Henry Miller once wrote, the desire to eliminate desire?)

As all my readers know by now, I recommend a little thing called living through and by imagination. But if you’ve somehow managed to sit on and squelch all your desires, your interest in imagination is likely to hover around zero.

It’s a rarely considered fact that most, if not all, so-called major spiritual paths and religions downplay or ignore imagination. They prefer to imagine their own thin fairy tales and then impose them on their flocks. (I cover this point extensively in my book, now an e-book, The Secret Behind Secret Societies.)

Among those fairy tales are stories about “received wisdom.” You see, it comes to you from somewhere else. So you have to find a person or make a connection that can provide it to you. And of course, the “source” of the illumination is dressed up, mythologically speaking, to give it more juice and appeal. It wears robes, it flies, it speaks in stentorian tones, it is “all love,” it lives in a place called paradise, it hands down the highest possible information through intermediaries. It’s Important.

How do you compete with that? How can you yourself generate your own wisdom? You’re trapped in a web of your thoughts and desires. You must eliminate them, remove the filters, and then you’ll see. You’ll see and hear the call from the distant past. You’ll flourish as never before. Imagination? What’s that? What does that have to do with anything? How could it matter, when the masters are silent on the issue?

Spirituality, as it’s taught, is a fabulous con. A shell game. Eons old.

It’s one mildly interesting book in a library of 349623079654329086 volumes.

The whole notion of what spirituality IS has been hijacked. The caper was pulled off successfully because people are always ready to accept tales about “good things arriving” like presents under the tree at Xmas. If you start with that premise, you can sell all sorts of wild scenarios.

And the more complicated such scenarios are, the more they’ll appeal to the intellectual caste. Whereas, if you begin with the premise, YOU IMAGINE AND INVENT REALITY, you’re going to be marching uphill in a blizzard. How can you sell that, unless people really begin to follow the precept themselves? You can’t just sit there and say, “Hmm, very interesting. We each imagine and invent reality.” No, you have to do it.

But here’s the thing. If you DO do it, you’re off on the greatest adventure of your existence. And in the process, all the old fake spiritual dominoes fall, and what replaces them is a new spiritual view that transcends anything ever sold to the masses on planet Earth. A view that is uniquely your own.

Jon Rappoport

www.nomorefakenews.com

qjrconsulting@gmail.com

SLICE AND DICE

NOVEMBER 23, 2011. Start measuring body-mass index at age two. Test for cholesterol levels starting at 9. While you’re waiting in line at the DMV, have a free HIV test and receive a $5 voucher for food. And don’t forget to thaw your turkey completely before you put it in a fryer; otherwise it could explode.

The first two are recommendations of a pediatric medical panel. The third is a pilot program underway in Washington DC. The fourth is advice just doled out by your Department of Homeland Security, created to stop terrorist attacks.

People are so nice, aren’t they? They want to help you. How can you refuse? It would be unpatriotic and uncaring, and after all, we live in a share-and-care society. One for all and all for all.

I especially have a warm reaction to the DHS tip on frying turkeys, although I was hoping for a recipe or two. Can I baste mine with motor oil? I was planning to stuff it with old newspapers. Would that work? My dog is allergic to turkey. Any ideas on how to keep him away from the dinner table? The guy I bought the turkey from had it in the back of his pickup. The bird’s apparently filled with shotgun pellets. Are these dangerous to ingest?

I’ve heard at least one company that sells deep fryers is owned by Al- Qaeda. Can this be confirmed?

A couple of items that passed under the radar: in Germany, 1.8 million battery-operated devices for toilets have been sold. They’re attached to the toilets and bark out warnings if the seat is lifted. This encourages men to take a leak while sitting down. And a Swedish firm has designed a talking plate that criticizes an eater if the food is moving off the plate too quickly into the mouth. A British study is forming up to test whether the talking plate can curb obesity.

I’m designing a hand-held transmitter you can use while pretending to read labels on packages 20 feet away from a drug-store pharmacy counter. You press a button and the device loudly states, “Every year, in the US, 106,000 people die as a result of swallowing FDA-approved drugs.”

Hey, I’m sharing, too.

Jon Rappoport

www.nomorefakenews.com

qjrconsulting@gmail.com

UNDERGROUND HEALTH

NOVEMBER 22, 2011. A hundred years ago, a few intrepid souls initiated a revolution in health in America. They talked and wrote about nutrition, about fasting, about supplementation. They were the health nuts.

They had a very wide vision of the future. They realized their audience was small, but that didn’t matter. They pushed ahead.

Today, millions of Americans have caught on. The underground is quite visible. It isn’t an underground anymore.

The movement has gone mainstream because people have a choice. They can think for themselves. They can act on their thoughts. There is that freedom.

Of course, we have health dictators in government who know what they want. And choice isn’t it. They want you to bow down and grovel and obey. It’s that simple. They’re criminals.

The FDA, for example, is a criminal agency. It has institutionalized its crimes. Made those crimes part of government.

The FDA can look the other way while the medical system kills 225,000 people a year, 106,000 from the effects of approved and certified drugs. (Starfield, July 26, 2000, JAMA, “Is US health really the best in the world?”)

The FDA can also, at the same time, try to decimate the nutritional-supplement industry, whose products kill virtually no one every year.

And compliant and sold-out and intentionally stupid media can go along with this travesty.

We are reaching a new crossroads, where criminals collide with citizens who have free choice. If the FDA puts its new regulations (not laws) into effect in the next two months, every manufacturer of supplements will be forced to undergo a review of all its products, will have to justify the use of most ingredients as safe, before the criminal throne of the FDA.

This time-consuming and expensive process could bankrupt many companies, and depending on FDA judgments, could exclude many products from the marketplace.

The health revolution could be forced underground again.

Big government attracts big-time dictators and their small underling dictators. These people want power over you. They want to tell you what you can do and can’t do. It’s their life. They sell out to certain corporate interests, and they tell you what you can do.

But it’s your body.

If you let them tell you what you can put in it and what you can’t put in it, your body belongs to them. They own it.

They’ll assert that ownership to the degree they think they can get away with it.

How do you like that?

Jon Rappoport

www.nomorefakenews.com

qjrconsulting@gmail.com

CREATE NEW REALITIES

NOVEMBER 22, 2011. People want to enlist in new realities; they don’t want to create them.

They want products of imagination; they don’t want to deploy their own imaginations.

People want to enter greater consciousness; they don’t want to create it.

This is the major confusion and the major retreat.

And in retreat, people begin to doubt themselves. They find sensations and emotions within that send messages of unworthiness and despair. They believe these signals.

Because if they ignored them, what would they do? They would, they think, experience a vacuum.

If you were reading a newspaper and the headline exclaimed, “Weather reports cause stock market to drop 400 points,” would you believe it? Well, the signals a person in retreat receives are about as credible.

The struggle to create realities isn’t a picnic. It isn’t the easiest thing in the world. But when you meet the challenge, you change your outlook on your own existence.

Feelings and emotions and thoughts and sensations that claim a person is lacking in some significant and lasting way—these are of minor concern against what a person can create.

These sensations are simply distractions from the main event.

The main event isn’t approached by buying a ticket and taking a seat in the front row of your own chronic feelings. That’s the sideshow.

The main event is the new reality you are going to choose to create.

The real meaning of mind control is: the power you exert on yourself to keep yourself from the main event.

Strength, resolve, determination, will, effort, work, and desire are what you need to create a new and better reality. If you have those, you’ll find the capacity. You’ll find the talent.

If you then bring imagination into the foreground, you’ll make a future that has some measure of brilliance.

At times, the effect of life and of our “inner world” seem to be a boxing-in, a restriction. This is only because we listen to and believe those messages and stop there. Notice that no creative power is necessary to attain the boxed-in feeling.

From the perspective of creating, though, all that is nonsense.

Because the road of creating is always open.

Always.

Jon Rappoport

www.nomorefakenews.com

qjrconsulting@gmail.com

WHO THINKS FOR YOU?

NOVEMBER 21, 2011. In the wake of the EU decision to ban claims that water can rehydrate the body—with criminal penalties for offenders—it’s appropriate to note that government bureaucrats must meddle. It’s in their job description.

They have to invent problems and then solve them.

When bureaucratic agencies submit their budgets for the upcoming year, what happens if they say, “It’s been pretty quiet these past twelve months. People seem to be figuring out things for themselves. No disasters to report.”

Professional suicide.

The CDC, for example, needs epidemics, even if they’re not real. Ditto for the World Health Organization. And if the FDA led their report on nutritional supplements by admitting another year had passed without any deaths, they would have no reason to cook up new regulations punishing the industry.

Bureaucrats must meddle.

And this doesn’t even begin to explore selective meddling and the protection of favored sectors of the economy.

On the other hand, if you reduce the size and reach of government entities, actual problems must be solved.

Imagine a town that’s in charge of its own schools. All two of them. And student performance is horrible. Kids can’t read, they certainly can’t write, and their math skills are barely visible to the naked eye. But the town council and the mayor can’t say, “Well, this is part of a larger national problem.”

No, the town has to fix the problem. Somebody has to go into those two schools and find out what’s really going on, at ground level. Not a task force, not a committee that takes two years to come up with a report.

“We have 19 teachers who are incompetent, and we have 37 kids who are significantly disrupting classrooms. The math textbooks are treating long division as if it’s metaphysics. The principal of one of the schools is whining and making excuses. He says every child needs an iPad.”

Those are all fixable problems. Fire the incompetent teachers and the principal. Find used math textbooks that make sense and get rid of the nonsensical books. Bring in the 37 sets of parents of the disruptive students and tell them that if they can’t get their kids to fly right immediately, the kids will be expelled, and if they then come on to school property, they’ll be arrested and charged.

That’s at least a decent start.

What I’m describing here is terrifying to bureaucrats. It threatens their very existence.

“We here in East Southwest Derbyshire, population four thousand, notice that our citizens drink a great deal of bottled water, and our overall health is quite good. So whether or not water can actually rehydrate the body—it seems obvious to us, but we don’t care. It’s irrelevant. We don’t care what the bottling companies claim. We don’t need the EU. Thanks anyway.”

“Thirty-three or 45 vaccines for young children? In our town of North River, population two thousand, the kids are very healthy, and only four percent are vaccinated at all. We suspect our good health stems from from the fact that we eat fresh food and drink raw milk. But we don’t need a study group to analyze the situation. No thanks. Butt out.”

Big bureaucrats serve a fictional entity called “everybody.” The bureaucrats can adjust this fiction in any direction they want to.

What would happen if they suddenly found themselves on a deserted island, with immediate needs, and nobody to boss around? That’s an episode of Lost I’d like to see.

“Let’s appoint a committee to decide how to build a fire. Before the sun sets.”

Of course, you notice this kind of behavior in corporations, too. How many layers of middle managers do you need to bring a product to market? But there is a difference. Presumably, in a company, if you fail to sell a new product and your bottom line takes a strong hit, some people are going to get fired or demoted. Maybe the whole company goes down (unless you’re General Motors). But in big government, you can use taxpayer money to pay for one worthless program after another, and no one feels a thing. You just appoint a study group to figure out what went wrong. And you lose their report.

The EU is a giant bureaucracy on top of already-too-large European governments. So it stands to reason the EU would be fabricating problems that are more bizarre than usual, like the ban on health claims for water. The people of Europe can undoubtedly look forward to edicts detailing allowable standards for toilet paper, shower heads, coffee cups, and nail clippers.

Let me indulge in a little science-fiction speculation. Suppose the technology existed to read your thoughts. I’m not talking about making broad classifications. Rather, specific content. Well, since thought does, sometimes, lead to action, what are the chances that a big bureaucracy like the EU would eventually move to banning certain thoughts? And since that would be impossible to implement, they would proceed to technologies for thought control.

For bureaucrats, opportunities are gold. The ability is there; they would use it. Or try to.

And to them, it would look very logical. Simple. “If we control thinking, we can avert crimes.”

One thing I’ve learned over the years. Many researchers whose area is the brain believe, without a shadow of a doubt, that there is absolutely nothing wrong with replacing one set of brain responses with another set. Because for them, that’s all there is. It’s the basis of their work. Words like mind, spirit, soul, psyche, creativity have no real meaning in their eyes. Everything is conditioned response.

And if bureaucrats, working with these researchers, can think for you, they would try. They would do it.

Jon Rappoport

www.nomorefakenews.com

qjrconsulting@gmail.com