Many universes
by Jon Rappoport
August 22, 2015
(To read about Jon’s mega-collection, Exit From The Matrix, click here.)
There are many universes. And that means there are many inventors of universes.
Some universe are designed with technology, some are made whole, like improvised paintings.
There are simple universes and complicated ones.
The painters who make universes are free from the restraints civilizations place on artists, and are free from myriad self-imposed restraints…because they want to be.
They don’t need spiritual or cosmological content delivered by external authorities. They invent cosmological content.
They don’t need symbols packed with meaning. They invent symbols and imbue them with singular, or multiple, or endless meanings. Or they decline to use symbols altogether.
They don’t need to look for answers. They don’t need answers at all, because they have no questions.
They don’t rule populations. They don’t rule anyone.
They don’t need tragedy or irony or limitation of any kind to attach to, and embed in, their art.
They’ve left behind any semblance of passivity.
They experience the ecstasy of creating.
Why shouldn’t they?
“Any great work of art…revives and readapts time and space and the measure of its success is the extent to which it makes you an inhabitant of that world—the extent to which it invites you in and lets you breathe its strange, special air.” (Leonard Bernstein)
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 free OutsideTheRealityMachine emails here.
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This blog always seems to overlap with whatever I’m thinking at the moment. Funny how that works.
“Art is the most intense mode of individualism that the world has known.”
– Oscar Wilde
“If you hear a voice within you say ‘you cannot paint,’ then by all means paint, and that voice will be silenced.”
– Vincent Van Gogh
“The purpose of art is washing the dust of daily life off our souls.
– Pablo Picasso
“No great artist ever sees things as they really are. If he did, he would cease to be an artist”.
-Oscar Wilde
“This world is but a canvas to our imagination”.
– Henry David Thoreau
IVAN’S UNIVERSE
I have a tendency to gravitate to the eccentric. It is for me a hallmark of the individual.
One such eccentric in my life is Ivan the egg guy.
He rolls around my place usually about Monday morning.
He buzzes the bell on the old convent, and when I answer, there he stands at the top step of my stairs with a recycled grocery bag holding two dozen farm fresh eggs in recycled paper egg cartons.
One dozen white…one dozen brown.
Sometimes I owe him money, sometimes he owe me eggs.
Ivan’s is one of the good guys.
He charges a $2.50 for a dozen eggs, and believe me these eggs are laid by magical chickens.
They are never consistent in color or size. I have seen Ivan’s eggs vary in color from a white to a dull ivory in the white shelled eggs, and a darker tan brown with darker brown speckling to a light pinkish speckled tan, in the brown shelled eggs.
The egg sizes range from a small to an extra large.
Ivan’s eggs are never totally oval and with consistency of shape. They are all ovoid in shape with minor…flaws, and I use that word grudgingly as that does not affect the color, taste or quality of the egg. The egg is not inferior. Sometimes there are little bumps on the egg-shell.
The brown eggs are a deep orange color, with a thick cloudy egg white. The whiter shelled eggs are a deep yellow with a clearer more transparent egg white. The tan eggs are more eggy in their smell and taste, and that can be become more apparent when they are boiled for an egg salad sandwich.
The whiter shelled eggs are a slightly different taste not as sulphurous.
One thing for sure, Ivan’s eggs are a potent source of protein. I am always looking for good sources of protein as I do not eat very much meat, very little in fact and generally it comes from someone I know.
I won’t buy store-bought meat if I can help it and I shy away from red meat. If I could I would not eat it at all.
Everything that is prepared with Ivan’s eggs turns out right. Cakes, pies and loaves of bread…all bake up perfectly. His eggs are living, I have on occasion seen the tiniest red blood spot on the yolk, about the size of the head of a straight pin; when I’ve cracked one into my frying pan. It will not change the taste or quality of the egg. It simply signifies that the egg was fertilized a few days before. If a hen would sit on that specific egg before I cracked it into my pan, it would develop and hatch and become a chicken. The eggs are healthy…very healthy.
When one eats Ivan’s eggs they realize that what is sold in grocery stores; arriving from Industrial egg farms are a pale complexion of an egg.
Pale in yolk, thin in shell and watery in egg white. One will never find a blood spot on a factory egg, Industrial eggs are a product of scientific labs that have through experiment condemned chickens to a small cage barely big enough for their body, they can not move in these conditions. The beak is taken off at an early age and a tube insert in the beak hole and a controlled amount of food and nutrition enters the prisoners body. They get enough to barely make an egg. The shells are thin.
These million chicken egg ranches are a sickness on the food landscape. This is not health, this is manufactured illness. These chickens never walk around, and have a life on a farm, they are crippled from laying in the tiny cage all their life. They can’t walk.
Ivan’s eggs on the other hand spend a life outside eating bugs and worms, grass and seeds and a high quality corn-based feed that Ivan make himself. They run around and get under foot, and are part of the landscape of Ivan’s farm. He is getting old now, he is very French and is a pleasant conversationalist. We chew the fat about world events and organic life… and his chickens, which he loves and spoils terribly.
He complains a little bit about how much they eat, but he never begrudges them food. He truly cares about them and he talks about specific species of chicken and their egg quality. We talk about how long a chicken should lay eggs. He informs me that oyster shell is no good for chickens, it affects the taste of the egg, so Ivan doesn’t use it. But then Ivan chicken eggs have a thick shell, showing their health.
Industrial eggs are weighed and measured and sorted to within a micron and a micro-gram. They are designed to be perfect in shape and color. And brown egg shells are dyed to make them consistent in color.
A chicken that lays an odd-shaped egg is culled. A chicken that doesn’t lay an egg is culled.
Ivan talks to me about specific chickens he owns that lay a really good egg only every few days. He is ok with that and tells me how good those eggs are…
Ivan is about seventy-five years old, and showing no sign of slowing down. He loves his life, he loves his wife and farm and he loves those damn chickens.
The world is losing Ivans too fast. He is being replaced by slick soulless corporate types.
When the world looses all its Ivans…well then it becomes a dead place doesn’t it.
Ivan is an artist.
Ivan is a universe.
Ivan is singular, and a soul and individual.
And I look forward to his Monday morning calling…and that recycled grocery bag in his left hand.
Very interesting story. I already like Ivans even thought I never met him and will never meet him. We need more Ivans.
I also do not eat meat and never buy meat. I do eat a bit sometimes at friend’s places. when they invite me for supper, or in a pasta sauce dish in some great Italian restaurants.
Yes, eggs are good proteins, I eat a lot of soft boiled eggs. But , what I do so I do not lack proteins, I buy organic Hemp powder. You can put it in about anything, milk, juices, yogurt, soups, salads, sauces…etc.
And it tastes Great!