Official truth, androids, and reductive mind control
by Jon Rappoport
July 2, 2015
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“You present people with official truth about any subject—vaccines, GMOs, wars of liberation, epidemics—and they buy in, because they’re looking for summaries, reductions, simple images that require simple limbic emotions. No thought, no reasoning, no logic. Self-appointed experts say the word and populations salute, because for them the truth has to come from somewhere outside themselves, and because they want to be told what to see, how to react. This is called hypnotism.
“Now add one step. Put a moral value on official truth—‘you’re saving humanity,’ ‘you’re wiping out prejudice,’ ‘you’re working for universal equality,’ and you really have something. You have an army of propagandists at your beck and call, a push-button army.” (The Underground, Jon Rappoport)
How to approach the hatchery where androids are cultivated and made? You attack the rest-points, the places where the automatic cogs of the mind are absolutely in sync with official reality. Asymmetrically, you come at those cogs from all sorts of unconventional angles. That’s what the surrealists did. They interrupted the eternal Hum of the skyscrapers of the mind.
The preacher or the scientist or the educator or the doctor might not like that. The universe might be offended. There are all sorts of figureheads who might be offended. These figureheads represent fundamentalisms. Reduced-down views of the world. Hypnotically simple.
That’s how the game works. You convince people that anything important is terribly simple. You keep boiling the soup and boiling the soup down until it’s almost nothing, and then you point to it and say, “There, you see? That’s what it’s all about. That’s all it is.”
That’s what hypnotism is. The boiling down. The reduction. The old man in the sky sitting in a big chair combing his beard—and his cousin, the guy who wouldn’t agree and who was therefore suddenly the embodiment of evil. You boil it all down to that. Then you hand that story to someone and he’s got it now, the good and the evil, as a reduction. He’s an android in the garden, watching the sun go down, waiting for the dark curtain to descend.
You can drag an android to water. He’ll just stare at it and notice the pretty little reflections, including his own, and he’ll hang around hoping for something important to happen.
Mechanical thought is the big feature of the android mind. The connections may be sophisticated, but they’re quiescent. Pieces are hooked up to other pieces of ideas, but with no creative ambition or force involved.
This is how freedom dies. It just sits there and becomes a hard old stone, because a person won’t move and fly off that platform to invent something new.
And all the while he’s shouting about how he wants his freedom. But he doesn’t want it. He wants the stone and the shadow in the hard dirt. He wants some kind of absolute zero. That’s the subconscious of the android.
DARPA, the tech and mind-control arm of the Pentagon, is now embarked on yet another new project: how to insert images directly into the brain. No chips, no implants, no holograms sitting in space. That’s old hat.
Instead, beam signals directly into the visual cortex.
Of course, a lot of this is sheer PR science-hype, geared to get their hands on government cash for contracts. But it does show you where they want to go.
And human androids are the perfect target, because they’ll buy any image, as long they’re not creating it. Doesn’t matter where it comes from: the television set, the computer screen, the newspaper. They’ll take it in and eat it for lunch.
Theoretically, you could eventually outfit one of these passive good citizens with a complete wall-to-wall series of pictures—a movie—that would constitute his daily experience.
Riots in the streets, bombings, lootings, but all he’s seeing are rainbow gardens and cotton-candy machines and pink balloons and naked virgins.
“My brother Bobby called me again today and warned me that I’ve been sitting on my couch for six months, but he’s crazy. I’ve been living at Disney World, seeing the sights, riding the rides.”
He even has an adoring wife and two well-behaved children. They sprang up out of nowhere one day. He thought he was a loner living on the fringe of the city, but it turns out he’s a responsible family man.
Food stamps, welfare, disability. It’s a wonderful life.
Mickey Mouse is the President of the United States, Donald Duck is the Vice-President, and Goofy is the head of Homeland Security. The people have spoken. What more could they want?
Jon Rappoport
The author of three explosive collections, THE MATRIX REVEALED, EXIT FROM THE MATRIX, and POWER OUTSIDE THE MATRIX, Jon was a candidate for a US Congressional seat in the 29th District of California. He maintains a consulting practice for private clients, the purpose of which is the expansion of personal creative power. Nominated for a Pulitzer Prize, he has worked as an investigative reporter for 30 years, writing articles on politics, medicine, and health for CBS Healthwatch, LA Weekly, Spin Magazine, Stern, and other newspapers and magazines in the US and Europe. Jon has delivered lectures and seminars on global politics, health, logic, and creative power to audiences around the world. You can sign up for his free NoMoreFakeNews emails here or his OutsideTheRealityMachine emails here.
Outside the Reality Machine 
so true
Dam good Jon, really truthful, insight. I believe, from watching carefully, not only are many being played like a violin, but systematically worked, and the puppet masters, those evil MF, actually get off on it. Those are real criminals. Just as so many, deny their eyes, in reality cowards, cant face it. Ooo they are a special kind of stupid. One of the most powerful things ive read, you just wrote. My days, are filled watching something big, something that makes men cry, the reality of what I do, few can face. I search truth each day, and report my findings, I know, how you must feel, having high intellect, with so many not understanding. I go though that everyday, and ive found, some sheep, are made to be sheep. You bring them hard earned wisdom, to save them, and they just don’t get it.
Thank you, very deep. Thank you, for you. RC
Reblogged this on Born Outside the Box.
They are doing a real damn good job at keeping a human being at the thinking level of an infant through education system. Setting up shop at an early age baby, put a good barrier up on that magnificent flowing river, now you can get a hold on different little streams that is not so magnificent and controllable.
Divide and rule, oldest trick in the book. Works like a charm: rob people from themselves and keep feeding artificiality after that. Sure they’ll buy It, there’s no one home.
This article, plus the one you’ve posted today on your other site (Media Matrix: an ancient Tibetan perspective on the evening network)…are breathtaking.
It reminds me of these idiots who want to ban guns. They see a picture of a gun and they run scared. Like if guns had self determination. Like if it is the gun’s will to kill, not the person holding the gun. You tell them again and again, that in countries where the guns are banned, the criminality is much higher. People kill with knives, baseball bats, hammers, etc. Should we ban knife, bat and hammers? They just don’t get it. It’s like if you were talking Chinese to them.
I’ll tell you that I personally would much prefer being killed with a bullet, than to be stabbed 20 times with a knife or knocked out numerous time with a bat or a hammer.
I will never understand why people feel free and safe when only the government, cops and armies are armed.
How can they fight back against a tyrannical government?
Don’t they realize that “free gun area” are always the targets of mass shootings, and that criminals will always find a way to get guns, no matter what the law say. How can someone protect his own life if only criminals have guns?
This is just a tiny example of how the brain of androids works… well, in fact, it doesn’t work. Permanently brain dead for a very long time.
https://jonrappoport.wordpress.com/2015/07/03/media-matrix-an-ancient-tibetan-perspective-on-the-evening-network-news/
Aha..Seems I wrote a piece like this as an answer to your post on mkultra on your other site.
I would have thought this post fuel for nomorefakenews rather than inside outside the reality machine.
Because it is inside the reality machine.
Its the central point. The engine that drives their reality machine.
We said though…Not writing poetry! Your so good at it.
Tell you what, I’ll write you one.
TODAY THE WORLD IS BURNING
It was 38 C degrees two days ago.
And the world is burning.
A grey hollow cold hangs in the air just this side of fourteen.
The black magicians try to convince me of their power.
Parlour tricks, chemical widwizary.
From their planes of death.
They aim to intimidate…screaming from plastic Olympus.
Look on us, we are Gods now in our right.
We are the new ones, look how wonderful.
See what can be achieved if you join us.
We are saving you, we are helping.
Help us help you.
We are the masters here now…
Submit.
Laughing I drift of in disconnect.
I think of a space and make it bigger, imagine it.
Watch it and see grow.
Create planets formed like balls of sea sand in my hands at the edge of waves.
And hold an imagined sun in my palm.
And blow light into it.
Far of a million years from here, or that much long ago.
And slowly it takes its shape and is imagined.
Its physics sets a tone for its existance.
A world of beauty circling a star of imagined light.
A place as real as these words to your ears.
A race of beings live their, you see…in love with loving, and the inner soul.
Of that’s good.
And sound and taste and color never existing before me or ever again.
Thriving in a vast world within the confines of my own small head.
And this place, this unique little place stands eternal and forever.
And as real, as real, until I think it is not so.
“It was 38 C degrees two days ago.
And the world is burning.” (Michael).
It most be the Al Gore Global Warming scam taking effect trough the chemtrails…lol
Or were you inspired by the devastating 150 forest fires in Northern Saskatchewan? I hope it didn’t affect too much and that you did not have to exit the area. Here in Québec, we cannot smell those forest fires, but we have sort of a plume cloud over the province coming thru the jet stream.
150…if only. We have had 440 fires to date. Last year at this time, there was a 114.
12 more started in the last couple days.
They have us baked in at 38 C degrees. At present it is grey, thick cold Chem-clouds at 10 C. That’s a 20 C degree difference, that never happens here, it actually is cold outside.
Two days ago I walked down main street to the store, blue sky and 38 C, I saw four high flying Chem planes belching out their poison. They were at the edge of the atmosphere. They flew like in a formation for the May day in Moscow. Right over the top of my head.
I watched and listened to the Gwen Tower signal winding up and within one and half hours we were thick grey cloud the GWEN signal was ringing my head like a bell. We had a bad thuderstorm with a cold rain just this side of sleet. They were using strange chemicals. The temperature plummeted. They were using that chemical that is used in the winter to keep it cold.
The smoke is unbearable sometimes, but this old convent is the best building in town…15,000 have evacuated from the north.
Global warming…nah…rednecks full of beer riding their ATV’S/Quads further and further into the woods, along Cree and Dene hunting and fishing trails, they flick their ciggys in the woods.
We have had a fireban since the spring, it is way too dry.
But rednecks are speeccial. So are touristos wanting to fry up Jacks and Pickeral on a campfire, it’s camping and fishing season in the great Saskatchewan north, we have a million fresh water lakes.
Big fishing here, the largest fresh water fish caught was caught in a northern Saskatchewan lake. This is the last frontier Q. Gods country…of course I think he lost it to his buddy Lew. And you know Lew he like to burn things.
So I am writing fire poems in Haiku, and a very long first chapter to my story about the Buluu Wina.
Listening to my five year old grand daughter speak Italian to me, and my grand sons tells me his dreams of the future.
And the dog, “Aengus” of the Tuatha Dé Danann…well…we’re not on talking terms, he’s royalty, but I’ve told him he can’t shit in the convent. 🙂
Ciao…mantenere la calma e non lo bruciare il mio amico.
FIRE POEM
Fire…oops,hot…burn
Tree…green…dry,summer
Ash, grey warm.
WOW! 440 forest fires. Quite devastating!
See this video done by a guy driving away from these forest fires.
Montreal Lake, Saskatchewan on fire 28 June 2015