by Jon Rappoport
April 26, 2022
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Let’s say you want to tell time. You want to know what time it is. You want to be able to know in the morning and in the afternoon and at night. So you buy a clock. Poof. You’ve got what you want. You can glance over at the clock whenever you want to, and you can get what you need.
Does that mean you have to know how the clock was built? Do you have to be able to take it apart and get in there and figure out how everything works and connects?
Somebody else might want to do that, in which case he buys the clock and disassembles it. But you just want to know the time.
Let’s take this a little further. Suppose, astonishingly, as this other person takes apart the clock and studies it, he finds out there are clues embedded in it. Clues that keep pointing back to HIM. And to everybody else.
He just wanted to know how the clock was built, but he got more than he bargained for. He got little arrows of knowledge that kept pointing back at him.
And what did these arrows tell him? First of all, they told him the clock was far more complex than he thought it was. Currents of electrons flowing through the clock were also simultaneously hooking up with electrons that weren’t even inside the clock or anywhere near it.
This made him nervous. He was all about clocks and cogs and wheels, and he got bizarre contradictions and impossibilities.
As if that weren’t enough, he also began to realize that his own consciousness was somehow interacting with the clock mechanism. That freaked him out.
But he pressed on. He couldn’t stop now.
What followed was a twisting path of hints and surprises that baffled and confounded him. It was like stepping through a mirror. It was like dreaming. He didn’t like it, but he wouldn’t let go. He was holding on to his old ideas as he was discovering new ones. So he began to develop theories that looked like patchwork quilts of half-formed and confusing images.
This pretty much sums up where modern physics is.
The big missing piece of the puzzle is YOU. They don’t get that one yet.
YOU CREATE REALITIES. And since you do, the universe—which is just another reality—is going to reflect back some ideas about you and you creating realities.
We’re very much here in this universe and we want that. After all, we bought the ticket and we aim to take the full ride.
When we bought the ticket to this space-time-solidity continuum, we knew we would have to be self-deceiving artists. The amusement park was too easy to see through. We could walk around in back of the rides and observe how they were built. That would destroy the illusion that is vital to the sensation we seek.
So we had to create a massive OBSCURING.
Massive enough to keep us from ever being able to sneak around behind the rides.
That’s a kind of very effective art.
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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.
Outside the Reality Machine 
So get this…
I took Steve Bannon’s recommendation to invest in his Pirate friends’ Dark Brew.
Well…the packaged arrived, I hid it from the wife, she’s half-Polish, yadda yadda yadda.
I rip open the box with a utility razor knife, almost cut a finger off, shake it off since I have nine more & I’m hit hard with the tremendum of coffee vapor.
One of my cats sticks his nose in the box & takes a deep wiff of the unopened coal black packages. He passes out & I gently push him with a single foot under a chair to sleep it off.
I find a small note with a skull & crossbones ☠️, atop the tar coloured bags, aroma-fied by the blend, & get this…it states: “warning: we recommend building up your resistance to our elixir by starting with only 2 small teaspoons of grounds per full pot of coffee.”
I say aloud, “yeah right.” Crunch the thin paper note mightily barehanded, get a razor sharp paper cut, laugh it off, & toss the bloody flag on the wood plank floor.
My other cat now finds a new toy, takes a deep breath of the blood/coffee admixture, & starts batting the paper around the kitchen like a crazed first mate.
I muse within self, “oh this is gonna be good.”
I fill the grounds container full & start the brewing.
Three seconds later, my wife comes running out of the bedroom & screams, “what’s that tremendous smell.”
I scream back, “me.”
She screams back, “no, the good one.”
She then says, “don’t tell me you bought that Mariner brew !!!, you get seasick taking a bath.”
I scream back, “look I gotta get into the zone here, don’t bother me. There’s sanka in the starboard side of the cupboard.”
I pour me a full cup, my hand is shaking just from the smell, & start drinking.
Well…I am now presented with the full meaning of the phrase “jacked-up,” ala Bannon.
I realize I cannot hang in the house, as the walls appear to be breathing. So I go outside, start up riding mower & drive around in no particular pattern.
Well…somehow, 15 minutes later, the lawn is fully cut.
I realize I have 15 minutes before Bannon’s WarRoom, & decide to split a cord of firewood.
I get done 5 minutes early, just in time to take in his cold video open.
As I walk to the house, I muse within, “ya know, I’ve always wanted to do a triple forward somersault.”
Well, I find myself sailing through the air like an artic tern, yes, in the pike position, & I stick the landing.
Thanx Steve.
It is reassuring that more and more people are becoming aware of the true nature of things, and you have definitely had an influence. Keep up the good work 😊
I like these kinds of stories; they get to the gist of problem. I get a cozy feeling like I am around a camp fire listening; jabbing a stick in the coals now and then…
These stories sail aimlessly past all the nonsense and skullduggery. Around all the appealing to our better nature, through the axioms of the collective order, down deep into the very bowels of existential reality, quite near the pineal gland, and our soul.
“So we had to create a massive OBSCURING.” — JR
I always feel a little, ‘off put’, when someone say ‘WE. Because that not my proper pronoun. And I did not have anything to fucking do with it! In fact, that is my real point.
A few bastards took a hold of the thing and via the freedom that is bought through billions of shekels convinced those vapid and narcissistic egos of theirs that they are the masters of the Universe.
And therein lies the rub.
Oh, à propos there is no clock? It’s an illusion of the petty little minds that look up, way up, to the black velvet table all sprinkle with sugar and sapphires and diamonds and think; and swear to the high heavens that they hear a ticking sound. But what they hearing is the clicking and banging and whistling of their own little evil contraptions between their ears as it looks for even more things to totally fuck right up.
Everybody remembers those kids in the sandbox, that came along after you built such a beautifully detailed sand castle…
But let’s come back to your ‘obscuring’ analysis, I mean it all started with ticking sound, right? “I need to tell time? “My time is money?” “What time is it, I’m nervous?” “Is this going to take long doctor, do you have to use your finger?” and then that lead to madness of the arrows pointing back…
But again, there is no clock, and there is no gravity, or any of that shit they profess.
The idea is a scientific creation myth: “Give us one free miracle: the ‘big bang’ and we’ll explain the rest.
This might be an electric universe? Or I might be looking down the large end of a telescope.
There is the “inevitable Mr. Anderson” that a deep-seated and horrible fear arises as we look up and realize how small and insignificant, we are in all of this.
A drop of water in an ocean is far too much material to compare such things. Closer to a molecule in an ocean. More like, we are cosmic dust, living in a universe that is also a cosmic dust inside another thing and that might be endless in the extrapolations. And that is okay. For one can find an unusual peace in fact when they think about how large it could be?
“That’s a kind of very effective art.” – JR
I know, which leads one to come to understanding of how they create it? The artists they choose are a bit touched and create all kinds of explanations and a host of liars to write down what this all is; a scientist is, a frustrated artist, a primitive in technique and so needs his lab instruments and molecule annihilators to help him create these optical illusions.
But its deception. Its lies.
“YOU CREATE REALITIES. And since you do, the universe—which is just another reality—is going to reflect back some ideas about you and you creating realities.”
We stand in front of the mirror. The image we see (we think) is who and what we are.
But we are also that mirror that stands ‘in front’ of us that we are looking in to.
And we are the ones that then assembles the image that we are seeing.
And we also are ignoring some parts of the image that we are not capable of seeing or that we choose not to see at all.
And then we are the one who assigns an interpretation to the entirety of the image of
both the person standing in front of the mirror… and also to the mirror itself.
We are thus looking ‘out’ at ourselves. And we can’t help it. THAT is who and what we are.
Max Planck brilliantly said, “I regard consciousness as fundamental. I regard matter as derivative from consciousness. We cannot get behind consciousness.”
And who and what is Consciousness? YOU ARE.
Try to turn it off. You can’t. There is no off-switch. Consciousness is not just fundamental… it is LIFE ITSELF.