In the Great Moment
by Jon Rappoport
March 6, 2017
In the spring of 2046, a trial was held in a New York courtroom. The defendant was John Jones. He was alone in the room with the Judge, who had been appointed to his post by a vote of NY reporters. This was the law.
Judge: Mr. Jones, you wrote the document in question?
Jones: No, sir. I don’t know who wrote it.
Judge: But a routine scan 56-7A-43 showed it was on your computer.
Jones: I don’t know how it got there. I never read it before I was charged.
Judge: Irrelevant. Do you understand the charge against you?
Jones: No.
Judge: It is possession of a document that doesn’t fit within established parameters, which is to say, it doesn’t scan into official categories. It makes no sense to us.
Jones: How is that my fault?
Judge: The citizenry has been warned, time and time again, about ideas and notions which lie outside the boundaries. This is not new. It’s firmly embedded in education classes.
Jones: But how can I be familiar with all those boundaries?
Judge: Through study at our centers.
Jones: I repeat—I didn’t write the document.
Judge: Possession, not authorship, is the issue. In fact, authorship is a misnomer. No one authors anything. He merely picks words and phrases out of the vast collective field.
Jones: I don’t even understand the meaning of the document.
Judge: Neither do we, and that is the problem. Read the document out loud.
Jones: In the moment
The black brushstroke on the white canvas comes and goes
The satisfaction with the mind as it is disappears
The ideas of a lifetime, welded in place, gone over and over
Polished, built in
Vanish
And then another stroke of black paint
Past the edges
You’re riding out on the air
You’re advancing past the places where civilizations sat
You’re cut loose
You’re no longer talking to people while keeping an eye out for their limits
You’re no longer trying to make any particular thing clear
But every thing is clear
Judge: Yes. It’s entirely illegitimate.
Jones: Why?
Judge: I explained that. It doesn’t fit. There is no classification for it.
Jones: Then it should be harmless. No one understand it.
Judge: You’ve got it backwards. The most dangerous literature is the literature we don’t comprehend. We have no way to assess its potential damage. We must protect against damage.
Jones: As with vaccination?
Judge: Yes. In this case, the vaccine is education for all. We train our people to shun what they don’t grasp. Delete it. Don’t permit it to spread. But now and then something slips through. That’s why this court exists.
Jones: And the document is now my responsibility?
Judge: It is on your computer. It is an infection in your possession.
Jones: I reject the document.
Judge: Too late, Jones. The law doesn’t work that way.
Jones: It should.
Judge: “Should” doesn’t apply. You’re guilty.
Jones: What happens now?
Judge: You’ll be refitted.
Jones: With what?
Judge: A new identity. You’ll become a different personage. You’ll work for us. We’ll train you. You’ll become a spokesperson for the right and the good. If the training doesn’t hold, we’ll assign you as a volunteer for gene-refit.
Jones: Is “spokesperson” a low level job?
Judge: At first. But in time, you could rise higher.
Jones: For example?
Judge: You could become a reporter.
Jones: I could?
Judge: It’s possible. We always need factoid-managers. You could shape stories to align with narratives.
Jones: Which narratives?
Judge: There are twelve basic ones.
Jones: It doesn’t sound difficult.
Judge: What’s difficult is learning how to please your sources. You need to become a social person. In all respects. Sources can be very demanding.
Jones: I’m sure I would be happy to please them.
Judge: But not too happy. It’s a balancing act. You’re tough but fair. You’re argumentative when you need to be. You’re friendly but somewhat distant. In the end, you always go along.
Jones: Reporters elected you to your post, Your Honor.
Judge: Yes. They run the day-to-day perception in our country. They have elite status.
Jones: I’m willing to give it my all.
Judge: All right. Now admit it. You wrote that document.
Jones: Yes, sir. I did.
Judge: What does it mean?
Jones: I was trying to describe an experience I had as a painter. It was hard to explain what happened to me. I felt I’d been let out of prison. I was in a cave, and then I came into the light, so to speak.
Judge: It was wonderful for you?
Jones: Yes sir, it was. But now I understand what happened should be no part of public knowledge or experience. That was my mistake. Thinking I should try to convey it to others.
Judge: Can I believe you?
Jones: You can.
Judge: You know, through my recommendation, I can help you become a reporter for the State.
Jones: I would like that very much.
Judge: But if you reverted back to your old ways, things would go very badly for you. Once, I was like you. I had my own strange ideas. But then I realized that was the wrong path. I reformed myself before I was caught. Before it was too late. I can sympathize with your plight. But you see, when you know the pitfalls, you can guard against them, and you can recognize them in others. That’s an advantage. We need people who once strayed. There are fewer of them these days.
Jones: I see. Yes. I could contribute.
Judge: You’ll walk a fine line. You’ll have to be strong.
Jones: I’ll try my best, sir.
Judge: Not many people remember this, but I was once a reporter. When it still existed, I was one of many editors of the New York Times. I was there when it was taken over by the State, after its financial collapse. We hobbled along for several years. Then the State dropped us from the budget. We were absorbed into FaceGoogle under the Zuckerberg Coalition. My colleagues voted me into a judgeship.
Jones: I didn’t know that.
Judge: I’m devoted to this job. In every case I hear, I hold the position that I’m on trial. Therefore, I track every defendant after I pass sentence. I’ll be watching you. My assistants will be monitoring your moves.
Jones: I would consider that an honor, Your Honor.
Judge: First, you’ll spend ninety days working on a feces lagoon in North Carolina, at a Chinese pig farm factory. Then you’ll be transferred to a re-ed camp in the Florida Keys, where you’ll learn how to act as a spokesperson for processed meats. From there, you’ll work your way up, if you can. It’s up to you.
Jones: I gladly accept my sentence, sir.
Judge: Good luck, Jones.
Jones: I’ll try to discount luck. I’ll do my duty as a patriotic citizen.
Judge: If in the coming years, you ever rise high enough on the food chain, perhaps you’ll have a chance to watch me. We’ll watch each other, to make sure “strange ideas” never get the best of us.
Jones: One final question.
Judge: All right. What is it?
Jones: You do understand the document that brought me here today, the document I just read. Isn’t that true?
Judge: Of course I understand it. That’s why I assigned myself to your case. There is this world, and there are worlds beyond worlds, where experience surpasses any reality we are we bound to. Worlds of perception. Worlds of imagination. Moments of ecstatic spontaneity. But all that is beside the point. What we are doing in this place is vital to the survival of our species. Our work is our highest obligation and duty. We are warriors in that cause. This is what you will learn, day by day. We stand for the freedom to be what we are supposed to be. To be in our place. We hold the line.
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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.
“You’re riding out on the air” – the motto of the artistic performer.
“You’re advancing past the places where civilizations sat” – the cry of the cultural revolutionary
“You’re cut loose” – the calling of the common man to be free
“You’re no longer talking to people while keeping an eye out for their limits” – the discovery of the inspired teacher
“You’re no longer trying to make any particular thing clear” – the paradox of powerful dreams
“But every thing is clear” – the trick of dreaming while awake
Nice!! But you forgot one…”We stand for the freedom to be what we are supposed to be” — mantra of the self-hypnotised and the water-carriers for the matrix.
Right – to them, freedom is freedom to worship in a 501 3/c registered church, to speak inoffensively, to work with required licenses or permits, or to work for an employer that withholds whatever amount he is instructed to from your pay. The contrast between our concept and theirs is as between writing a poem and taking a multiple-choice test.
Ya got yer-self there…
One SPECTACULAR Mind!
Dr. Rappoport,
I presume.