The leisure society, a trillion thoughts in every head
by Jon Rappoport
April 12, 2016
(To read about Jon’s mega-collection, Exit From The Matrix, click here.)
No matter where you believe industrial/technological civilization is heading, the amount of leisure time it has created is quite fantastic, relative to what humans eked out 10,000 years ago.
Leisure also means a person’s mind has time to whir and click and turn over with a trillion thoughts, most of which are aimless, and lead nowhere.
Therefore, propaganda and PR and advertising find fertile targets: “Our messages are better and more enticing than what you’re thinking.”
In particular, the mind is willing to accept victim-propaganda, because it makes simple promises: “Your life isn’t what it should be. You’re put upon. You’re losing. It’s not your fault. You deserve better. You’re entitled to more. Here are a dozen victim back-stories to consider. Choose one that’ll leverage you into greater social acceptance and a few financial perks…”
It works—so to speak.
One of my favorites goes this way: “All right, you’ve seen through what the news gives you every day, and now you realize who actually runs the world; so you know you have no control, and there is nothing you can do. Give up. You’re no ordinary loser. You’re a highly sophisticated victim who possesses deep insight.”
Yes, that’s a good one.
What’s the alternative?
A deeper understanding. As in: “The powers-that-be are imagining and inventing Reality for me and everybody else. If they can make their version, what can’t I make mine?”
That’s called a lever. That’s a place where force turns around and comes back into your hands. Life-force.
That’s the place where knowledge of how They invent false reality translates into Your power.
That’s not Victim City.
Not anymore.
The underlying purpose of my work as a reporter is to expose how false realities are built for us. Taking them apart. Revealing the mechanics. The nuts and bolts.
Because I know the whole process can be turned around.
In the early 1960s, Richard Jenkins, a healer I worked with in New York, said to me: “Do you want to be an iron filing or a magnet?”
We talked about that question for a little while, and then he said, “The magnet isn’t really the right metaphor. You’re not just sitting there attracting filings. You’re an active creative force. That’s the idea. Then people show up.”
I always remembered what he said, because no matter the circumstances, a person can always decide, from his own ground zero, to be creative.
Then everything changes. Everything.
“Imagination and imagining you have imagination are pretty much the same thing. They both put you in the nexus from which you can invent new realities.” (The Underground, a work in progress)
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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We talked about that question for a little while, and then he said, “The magnet isn’t really the right metaphor. You’re not just sitting there attracting filings. You’re an active creative force. That’s the idea. Then people show up.”
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Could we say that this is what Trump is doing?
“The powers-that-be are imagining and inventing Reality for me and everybody else. If they can make their version, what [why] can’t I make mine?” – Jon Rappoport
I found it strange that there was no commenters on this side of outside the reality machine. On this particular article.
I thought about this one for a few days Jon. I had to travel back in time. It was worth the trip.
In your opening statement, I was not sure if you were being serious, or justifyingly being facetious. I’ll assume you were serious; are you serious?
…eked out…? Mousey little word.
The hodge podge of shallow thought and fly speck circumstance that revs through the average mind in day is beyond any qualification of leisure time Jon. More like the sugar smacked knee jerks of the fallen. Wondering what color will be predominant this spring in women’s fashion or the endless meanderings up and down the malls of America, gloating, cannot be measured as leisure time Jon. The little smart device, beeping, chirping and gonging out cute little memes to make you feel smug and self-assured, in your obesity. The endless waste of fuel as the automobile and the occupants of household, go for a drive…to show of the new new. The movies and theatre, burping up the propaganda of a western civilization, the American Pie life; sports affairs and concerts are negligent of any real individual thought. Bread and circus. But still again the frenzied mental masturbations of the consensus, status Q. Leisure time is as hollow, and as empty an endeavour, the rooms within Fort Knox.
We had a lot of time on our hands by 8,000 years BC Jon. We were contemplating a reality that we alone individually had generated for a very, very long time; if we heed the anthropologist. Are we heeding the anthropologist? We had long since conquered the use of stone and wood as tool and were greatly knowledgeable of easily obtained food stuffs. We had a grand knowledge of animals and their habits. Some we greatly admired and venerated and tried to imagine and imitate. we had a very pleasant and fulfilled life. Creatively we were all quite adept; imaginings were vast and unlimited. Personal power drank from a deep well.
At the most, either a family or clan situation is the complexity of it all; some of it was tribal…as we have been preached to about. Nature was immediate and present at all time. right there in front of us. We were not detached like we are now. City dwellers fear the natural, stay far away from deep forest, it is a place were monsters live and it is dangerous to them. Anyone who lives in the woods, or near it, is to be fear and despised. Some weird nut, living alone. Thinking selfish thoughts. When in fact it is quite the opposite.
When one has a communion with nature over a prolonged period, a great sense of what reality is, lights, and blazes brightly through the open mind. Time slows down, every second become an intensity in itself, that can be only experienced, to be known; color heightens, sound is renewed and freshened. One can taste the air, and sunlight has a smell. A crispness takes over and the mind tunes to a different frequency. The frequency of self, a self of clarity and vision.
Hearing is acute, smell expands to include greater distance. Something hints at a future, over there, ahead of me, “I can smell it!”
Our lives become more important to us, we are not so frivolous with our energy. We become the epicenter of our own universe. A partnership develops with the natural.
The head slows down and after a greater period of living this way, thought seems to stop.
Commercial jingles and jangles, banging and whirling, echos of remnants of argument seep away from, and leak out of the mind. The sound of the voices of those we know stop, when one alone in it for a greater time. First we forget exactly how they sound, and then…Running through our head when we think of them, another noise. A timelessness takes over and future and past and the present moment converge and focus to a fine point. Time is discovered as being an invention of those that rule.
The distant song of a bird becomes the voice of God. One can feel a measure of the moisture and warmth in the air. Light falling from the sun onto exposed skin feel like a warm kiss from a passionate lover. Filling the body with light. One is in communion with nature; integrated, natural, Zen in purpose, and response to its impulses. Our lives are all about leisure, and leisure only then. The sustenance we give ourselves is not work, the shelter is a work of art.
We are detracted here as you say in this plastic technological contraption of what could be called the world. A trillion pieces of nonsense flitting through an empty mind, echoing of the walls and making a din; wasting and frittering our lives away. Like water falling through sand.
We don’t have leisure time here in the present Jon, we have distractions from our desperation to get back home. Home to ourselves.
“Art can never exist without naked beauty displayed.” -William Blake
awesome comment mr burns, so right on