Alive in the moment
by Jon Rappoport
December 19, 2014
“I fell asleep on the bus and when I woke up, the driver was at the end of the line. I didn’t mind. I got off and started walking home. It was a spring night, near the ocean. Within a minute or so, I realized I felt wonderful. There were no thoughts going around in my head. The street, the buildings, the air…I was so happy it was ridiculous.” (The Underground)
What if seven billion people agreed, and you were the one person who disagreed?
You should be so lucky.
A stark contrast on that scale is never visible. And by scale, I mean everybody on Earth asserts A and you assert Z. 7,000,000,000 to 1.
Think about it. Roll it around in your mind.
I bring it up because I’ve received emails that staunchly defend the power of consensus.
Some people apparently feel that overwhelming agreement is a reliable measure of truth. 10,000 to 1. 10,000,000 to 1. A billion to 1. Everybody versus 1.
When the numbers reach the “stunning stage,” it’s implied that all the people on one side are tapping into a repository of wisdom. They must know something. The dissenters just don’t have the right tuning mechanisms. They’re consulting the wrong cosmic library.
Really??
This situation can be looked at in another way: the millions or billions feel compelled to intuit what everyone else believes.
So you have the crazy situation in which almost everyone is looking and listening to almost everyone else. It’s like passing around an empty template. Because nothing of substance is really happening.
But a method is being put in place. It doesn’t matter what might be written on the template later; everyone will automatically nod yes to it. Yes, yes, yes. The operation is in place.
And when you slowly wag your head no, you’re viewed as a violator and a critic of “the process.”
The process creates reality. So you must be creating nothing.
That’s an interesting position to take, especially if you can do it with equanimity. It tends to make people nervous. You’re the “nothing person.” They have all of consensus-reality on their side, and you have zero, but you don’t care.
At some level, they begin to wonder if they might be sucked in and swallowed up by your vacuum.
Worst of all, by saying no, you identify yourself as an individual, which as we all know, is a passe concept, a fiction of a bygone era; and by propaganda standards, a “threat to the well-being of the people.”
Except, when all the illusions are stripped away, what remains IS the individual, 7 billion of them on this globe.
And what they really want, beyond the necessities of survival, and freedom from oppression, is something that is already inside them: the unchained joy of being alive in the moment.
Alive. Each distinct person. Not a cosmic glob. Not a collective…but individuals so different, who know they are so different, that they are able to see each other for the first time.
No preconceptions. No interposed thought-forms. No fear. No need to belong.
And then…the mere act of perception is a brilliant fulfillment.
Consensus? Who needs consensus?
It turns out that one individual can see another without any filters at all—which is, in fact, how seeing is done.
After that, connecting becomes so intriguing you wouldn’t trade it for all the consensus in the world.
“Alive,” taken to its fullness, is electric and improvisational.
And no one is in charge. No one needs to be in charge.
Are you and I the same or are we different? The usual complex meanings of those two terms no longer apply. Of course we’re different. I’m over here sitting at the kitchen table and you’re standing by the window. You’re talking to me and I’m talking to you.
The back and forth conversation feels like the most natural and yet surprising thing. It’s even better than music.
It’s now; and then now; and then now again. Utterly relaxed, utterly alert. As if we’re discovering, moment by moment, new planets.
The superstructure of belief is gone.
Like it or not, it then turns out that at the bottom of everything is ecstasy.
Jon Rappoport
The author of three explosive collections, THE MATRIX REVEALED, EXIT FROM THE MATRIX, and POWER OUTSIDE THE MATRIX, Jon was a candidate for a US Congressional seat in the 29th District of California. He maintains a consulting practice for private clients, the purpose of which is the expansion of personal creative power. Nominated for a Pulitzer Prize, he has worked as an investigative reporter for 30 years, writing articles on politics, medicine, and health for CBS Healthwatch, LA Weekly, Spin Magazine, Stern, and other newspapers and magazines in the US and Europe. Jon has delivered lectures and seminars on global politics, health, logic, and creative power to audiences around the world. You can sign up for his free emails at NoMoreFakeNews.com or OutsideTheRealityMachine.
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That kind of courage it rare Jon. Even to know without a doubt; people still falter
Loneliness is a motivator…that is why it so important to impress the young about the team. Being a team player, sports and bread and circus…get together and watch the Grey Cup and be part of the team, even though you are sitting at home watching the game through the idiot box. Team…even though down deep a little voice inside you says something else, something individual…its the team, that is important.
If you are not on my team your on the wrong team the losing team, the important team, the only…and God’s on our teamm
Needless to say, but I don’t like sports. Sport is playing at war.
Yesterday, I took my neighbor shopping. We were waiting in a long line to pay at the cash register. I’ve noticed near the exit door, a Santa Claus and one of his elves sitting at a table.
They were talking to each person leaving the store and these people would give them money.
I thought they were probably trying to raise money to buy gifts for poor children at Christmas.
When we finally paid and reached the exit door, Santa asked us if we would like to give money for researches on cancer… WTF.
I said: “No, thank you. They know how to give us cancer and they have known for a long time how to cure it also, they are just greedy psychopath criminals”.
My neighbor gave them money. We left and when we were outside the store, she asked me if I really believed what I’ve just said?
I said that, not only do I believe it, but I know it to be true. She didn’t say a word… she probably thought I was crazy. She didn’t talked too much on our way back. She didn’t ask me why I believed that either, but I could see that it got her thinking. Either about the scam or about my sanity…lol.
I had to chuckle at what you wrote. 😀
I don’t know how many times that I have mentioned some rather important fact to someone in conversation such as “I prefer a phone which doesn’t track my geographic location or records all my personal data.” or “You know that the money you have in the bank can now be completely drained from your account by that bank & you’re only considered to be a creditor – who would have to stand in line to sue them to get it back.” Of course, you would no longer have any money to hire a lawyer. And by the way, “they can foreclose on your house even though they have no claim to it and you’ve paid it off and owe no property taxes.”
Never once has anyone asked me to elaborate or prove what I am asserting.
Ignoring unpleasant reality seems to be the # 1 American past time today.
P.S. – recently I saw a young girl ringing a bell next to a collection pot outside of a local retail store. There was no sign, so I asked her for whom she was collecting. I fully expecting her to mention some charity, especially during this time of year. She said she was collecting for the local girls basketball team and they would use the money for uniform jackets, road trips, “and other stuff.”
To the girl (and the adults who must have been involved), getting people to give money as a Pavlovian reaction to a bell ringer at a collection pot during the holidays must have seemed like a wonderful idea.
All I can say is make sure you know where your donations go.
Indeed!
By the way, I love your username