Engineering a cockeyed continuum
by Jon Rappoport
December 11, 2014
“Well, we tried to build a universe, you know, a really big one, but it kept falling apart. They shipped in some seal they said was unbeatable, but that didn’t even begin to help close the cracks.
“It must have been a design flaw, but the architects swore it wasn’t their fault. And the bio-labs were useless.
“The engineers tried, but they were on patch-patch duty around the clock, and then big sections caved in and blew out through the wormholes.
“It was a mess.
“Then, finally, a domehead scholar showed up, and in three days he solved the whole problem.
“Going that way brought everything into focus.
“Turned out it was the universal seal, and those huge drifting pieces came back together like filings drawn to a magnet.”
Of course, you then convince the inhabitants they need to bow and scrape and believe in one creative force that lies outside themselves.
You can sidestep the need to appoint actual deities among the population by claiming the gods are all invisible. That would be a tough sell for about five minutes, and then everybody would settle in.
Eventually, people won’t even know what you mean by the word magic. They’ll claim they’re confused, it doesn’t makes sense, it must have happened in a distant past too obscure to reconstruct.
Centuries later, everybody is used to being inside the continuum. Permanently.
That may not have been what the original designers had in mind when they started building the universe, but they were willing to make sacrifices to get the job done.
The measurements of things? You know, the fact that a leaf on a nut tree is 5.1265 to the length of its 12.4902 branch…and that ratio is also found in the eye to the nose of a certain fish and the horn to the leg of a particular mammoth and the tooth to the jaw of a monkey…it’s just the way it is. Interesting, but no big deal. A design construct.
You can visit that continuum whenever you want to. And leave, too. There aren’t any entrance or exit signs. You just hop in and hop out. As long as you don’t succumb to the propaganda that there is only One Universe.
The pride in living in the “only one”; a fantastic joke.
I once knew a guy who tried to set himself up as a god in one of these continua. No, really. He’d come out on his balcony every morning in a multi-colored bathrobe and holding, what was it, a lamp in his hand. I forget what it was supposed to signify.
He could talk, I’ll give him that. And he’d draw small crowds. But they thought he was funny. They laughed and took pictures. The guy said he had created that continuum and therefore he was in charge of it. I mean, even if he had made it (which he hadn’t), so what? He could suddenly make up all sorts of rules?
Here’s the kicker. Ten thousand generations later, the descendants of those bright people who were laughing and taking pictures? They’re avid proponents of organized religion. They’re ready to embark on a crusade at the drop of a hat. Or they’re dyed-in-the-wool materialists, who believe that all life originated in puddles of chemicals. Idiots here, idiots there.
The author of three explosive collections, THE MATRIX REVEALED, EXIT FROM THE MATRIX, and POWER OUTSIDE THE MATRIX, Jon was a candidate for a US Congressional seat in the 29th District of California. He maintains a consulting practice for private clients, the purpose of which is the expansion of personal creative power. Nominated for a Pulitzer Prize, he has worked as an investigative reporter for 30 years, writing articles on politics, medicine, and health for CBS Healthwatch, LA Weekly, Spin Magazine, Stern, and other newspapers and magazines in the US and Europe. Jon has delivered lectures and seminars on global politics, health, logic, and creative power to audiences around the world. You can sign up for his free emails at NoMoreFakeNews.com or OutsideTheRealityMachine.