The moon isn’t waiting
by Jon Rappoport
February 24, 2017
I have no quarrel with millions of people who are sleeping in the desert of lost cities with toy dolls and leftover mementos of a life they can no longer remember and a language they can no longer speak—it’s just a fact—and the newspapers aren’t covering it so what difference does it make.
I’m tuned to memories of my own—roads of the sun in the stage play where people are finally dropping their masks and…
Sorry, I got off on the wrong track. I must have been dreaming for a minute. I don’t know what happened. I have a job. I have to get back to it. I’m plugging a delicate little part in the Reality Machine and it’s close work. Every day I get to service my little corner. There is no other kind of job, you know. It’s about the machine, and if you haven’t looked into employment opportunities, you really should. The benefits are terrific. And you feel normal.
That’s the main thing. You feel like you’re on the inside. You’re with everybody else. We know what we’re doing. There are no big questions. It’s all technical. What fits, what doesn’t. Is that the way your life is? Don’t you finally want it to be that way? It’s a relief.
You’re finally in the right place. You’ve found your place.
When that happens, nothing can disturb you. You’re there. People can say all sorts of things to you and it doesn’t matter. You’re unmoved. You’re like rock or steel. Nothing makes a difference.
Do you know that feeling? You’re safe.
But once in a while, when I’m dreaming, I travel. I see cities. Some of them are destroyed. Others are marvelously intact and the people are moving around and it’s stimulating and mysterious. I look for a better word to describe it, but I can’t find it.
Then there is no machine. Or it’s turned off. Things are different.
I have an aunt who is that way all the time. She puzzles me. It isn’t what she’s doing, it’s how she does it. She moves from one thing to another.
Last night, I was lying in bed and I imagined I was walking on the moon. It must have had an atmosphere because I didn’t need a space suit. The moon was alive in an odd way. It reminded me of an animal. It was restless. It was preparing to do something. It had a poem inside it. I sensed that. A very large poem, I would say. I was waiting for it, but it never came out to me.
I felt close to the moon. I had discovered it for myself. It wasn’t at all what I thought it would be. I wanted to speak to it, but I couldn’t find the words.
Are you waiting for something?
I appear to be.
I suggest you do something.
I don’t know what that is, but I imagine you do.
Well, you and I probably know what it is, for each of us.
What are we waiting for?
Anyway, I have to get back to my job.
Things are going well. There is a system that oversees the whole machine and reports when a piece needs to be fixed or replaced. It seems to be infallible. We’ve never had significant breakdown.
Technology arrives at a point where what you have works. And then you develop another technology to assure that what you have keeps working.
It’s quite smooth.
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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.
i felt sad reading this one – i wonder – do entire worlds sort of just disappear into this machine existence???
Jon, you prove, as ever, that Imagination is the life force that is the only answer to the devastating chaos and opposing regimentation of the seemingly infallible Machine!