In a dream of skyscrapers
by Jon Rappoport
February 18, 2016
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Was sitting in my office, asleep in my chair.
In the dream, two immense skyscrapers. Each one had its own landscape, its own sky, its own rivers and oceans. It was impossible to see the end of any dimension. Each building had its own space-time as well. When people tried to cross from one structure to the other, they were baffled, confused, and frightened. They couldn’t make sense of what was going on. The spoken and written languages were vastly different.
Two men met, each from his own building. They worked for a long time trying to develop a mutual language, and they failed, time after time. They tried to compare notes on the differences in space-time. Again, nothing.
A tyrant arose in one of the buildings. He and his troops penetrated the core of the other structure, where they suspected a machine was generating that skyscraper’s continuum. They were never seen again. Stories circulated: they had been smothered, squashed, flattened.
A man who called himself the Love Guru emerged in one of the buildings. He said an invasion of All-Love would solve the problem. “Embrace the Other” was his motto. He led hundreds of followers into the other building. Screams were heard for some time, and then that troop simply vanished.
Then came the scholar. He had a huge book with pictures of hundreds of paintings. Some looked “real.” Others were grossly distorted. He studied these works for some time and then strolled into the other building. He was never heard from again.
Finally, a man named Krag Nut said, “Why bother trying to understand the Others in the Other Building? Just go in there and live. See what happens over time.”
Strangely, no one had suggested this before.
So a few hundred people tried it.
Here is a brief excerpt from The History of the Osmotic Change:
“For the first six years, we frankly had no idea what was happening. We couldn’t understand their language. Their space and time were disorienting, to say the least. We termed them crooked and distorted. Were their days or nights longer? We couldn’t figure out an answer. There were holes in space and you could walk through them and find little floating islands on the other side. Then, gradually, we began to Know. We absorbed the changes. We began to grasp their speaking and writing. It was a kind of inside-out proposition. We were inside and worked our way back to the surface of the language. Their words are vague at the outset (inset) and then become more specific.
“This is how they analyze. They keep circling around a question with odd statements and move closer to a definite answer. It’s somewhat like landing a plane in a storm. You bounce and circle, and finally you bring the plane down on to the runway. It’s quite exhilarating.
“I would describe their spiritual life this way: the god is in you, and then you move out and find the same god outside you, and then it disappears altogether. The process appears to be a joke, and everyone gets the joke.
“Some have claimed that our acclimation was a surrender of our own heritage. But that is not the case. We retain what we know and believe (which of course is different from person to person). We then also penetrate into the Others’ way of life. As far as we can tell, that way of life has no end of exploration. They are always on the move, always seeking, always traveling through what we view as broken prisms of space. One of their sayings is, ‘There is no One.’ It seems to be a foundation of their culture.
“Many of their kind never return from their journeys. They go, and don’t come back. Some reappear with new talents. They can play the violin or design machines.
“They have no money here. They trade memories. We haven’t yet learned the trick. So a person’s past is made up of his own and other people’s. They don’t seem to mind. They enjoy recollection.
“They occasionally elect a king or queen. After a little while, the ruler steps down. No one cares.”
I woke up and went into the President’s office for the morning briefing. I looked at him. Broken red veins on his cheeks. One eye turns to the side and stares through glass at the human race. A few square inches of his forehead fall off. A dried out eye drops to the carpet. He may be composed like a puzzle. One piece may be part of a cheekbone plus a lip plus four teeth plus a fragment of his moustache.
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.