by Jon Rappoport
May 10, 2016
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I always start out by looking. This time, I’m at the corner of a balcony three floors up in a washed out apartment building, eyeing a woman sitting at a table in a sidewalk café. It’s a misty afternoon. Cold. There are willow trees on both sides of the street. As usual, I can’t remember why I’m here or who she’s supposed to be. But she’s involved. She knows something I want to know, or she’s about to do something I want to watch. There are magnetics in play. I’m outside the field but I can walk into it if I want to. I’m a member of the scene. I’m supposed to be here. There are extras who can’t sense the apparatus. They’re almost props. But they’re essential. Without them, the passing moments would lose shape and I’d be floating off the balcony or sitting in the café in the wrong chair. It’s edge. Everyone I see is infused with the edge of what’s about to take place. If the key event were not about to happen, there would be no scene at all. The betting parlor across the street from the café would vanish. The restaurant behind the high stone walls and the valets parking cars would turn into something else from a different time stream. The mist would blow away. It would rain, or the day would be much hotter. I’d be walking into an office looking for a stranger I’d recognize in a second. A baseball stadium would occur. The night manager of a motel would hand me a slip of paper, a note from a contact. The President would float by in his open car. A tiger would pad along the asphalt path to the park.
The sun comes out. I know the sun or it knows me. The clouds are moving off. Spring afternoon. At a gas station, a man is standing next to his car. He’s gone. He wasn’t supposed to be there. He was less. The gas station is now several colors liquidly floating. The liquefying could spread.
But it doesn’t. The scene holds.
The wing intercedes. It often does. Whether it’s a department, a section, an agency group, it spreads a net of threat. It’s a warning signal. I wait for personnel. None come in yet.
The woman sitting in the café is wearing a tight gray suit. Long wavy blonde hair. She appears to be tall. She’s reading a newspaper. A cup of coffee is sitting in front of her. She’s reading absently, off-handedly. Almost as if by accident. Short fingernails, no polish. The front page headline is: Secret Nuclear Storage Facility.
I’m aware of the story. Hollowed out caverns in the Everglades. Buried canisters shipped from several power plants around the country. Might be a limited hangout. There might be a much larger operation under the desert where they dump the spent fuel rods.
She folds up the newspaper, places it on the chair next to her, takes a sip of her coffee. She puts on a pair of sunglasses.
Suddenly, she’s standing next to me on the roof. She smiles.
“Forget the message,” she says. “Just concentrate on the context. Reality two is intersecting with Reality one, the one you know every day. That’s the point. Where we are now is two. It’s invisible most of the time. But it’s far more powerful than the place where you live. What you do with that knowledge is up to you. No one can advise you.”
I wake up.
Time to make coffee and take a shower.
“That’s right,” she says. “Just get into your day. I’m doing the same thing here. From where you are, your day is much more important. Ditto for me, where I am. It’s pretty much a stand-off, wouldn’t you say? Not sure what to do about that. Maybe nothing. But I think neither of us is entirely happy with that nothing. We’d prefer a crossover. Stay in touch.”
In the shower, it occurs to me that maybe I should start an interdimensional PR agency. PR or news? How would that work?
“Our dedicated team reports from both sides. Keep up with the latest happenings from Reality one and two. Our people definitely play favorites, depending on where they’re stationed. But that’s to be expected. Are we competing or collaborating? Which side wields more power? Hopefully, answers to these questions will be forthcoming. One thing is clear. Don’t be a bystander, a drone, an android, a neutral know-nothing, a clueless doofus. Get involved. Wouldn’t you like to be more than scenery? If you’re mere background, you could disappear. Then where would you go? Into a vacuum, a void? We think you should be part of the Show. It’s a ticket to more fun, more excitement. Move out on to the cutting edge. That’s where the action is. Nothing is final. Don’t you want a new beginning? Of course you do. Drop your old tired fixed ideas. They keep you bored, walking around in the same place.”
While I’m eating breakfast, I make one decision. This isn’t going to become a Church. I won’t let that happen. No hardening of principles. No doctrine. No bosses.
Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t work that angle. There’s too much unknown material.
That’s the whole point, isn’t it?
Take a ride outside the system, where edge keeps making more edge.
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.