I have six hundred people in my living room, and the galactic patrol is knocking on the door

by Jon Rappoport

May 19, 2022

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I had a dream.

We’re all sitting at one table. Pretty heavy poker game going on. I have a straight, jack high. The pot’s $460,000. If the patrol comes in, it’s a 100K fine for “mass gathering above the limit.” I might be able to open the door a crack and slip out and calm down the patrol. If I do, Crazy Charlie might pick up my hole cards and change them. I have a hundred rolls of extra soft toilet paper in my garage. Maybe I can piece off the patrol with 20 rolls and they’ll go away. Some guy at the end of my driveway is installing a 5G cell on a pole. I could tell the patrol he’s a phony and he’s casing the house next door. Why not. My neighbor’s putting in a moat with alligators. That’s overdoing it. He’s hoarding paper towels and cat food and selling them online for outrageous prices. I don’t sell my toilet paper. I have the moral high ground. A bird lands on my shoulder. Big black bird with big wings. He says, “You’re out in the yard now, so don’t go back in the house. Your hand’s dead. It’s a loser. Don’t look back or you’ll turn into a pillar of salt. The patrol’s busting everybody in the house. Nothing you can do here. You need to take this to the senate.” Suddenly, I’m in a chamber. I’m testifying before a committee, telling them about the virus scam and the economic war on the country, and these men are listening. They’re interested. I get the feeling they’re not from around here. They’re visitors. They’re gathering information, adding up the con. They realize what’s going on. It’s a relief to find intelligent men in power. They don’t ask stupid questions. They don’t talk in soapy generalities. They’re alert. I look closer at one guy. He must be…he’s enjoying himself. He’s smiling a little. He’s thinking about what he and his people are going to do. How they’re going to round up the arch criminals and ship them off to a distant location. Something like that. I like his confidence very much. He has justice in his hands and he knows how to deliver it. There isn’t any hesitation. He’s a leader, in the mold, I used to assume, as a kid, leaders occupied. Strong, easy, smart, without any devious agendas or avoidances. Quick to recognize the facts, understand the implications, and act. As if—what else would he do? He’s a natural. This is all so simple. Finally. The princes are doing wrong? Remove the princes. I see a few other people in the room. They’ve already testified. They have their own versions of the con, how it’s being run. We’re all basically on the same page. They’re part of the PUSHBACK. That’s what it is. People are speaking up. They’re not holding back. The tide is moving. People are telling each other the whole thing is an operation designed to wreck society. That’s the game, the war. The truth is somehow suddenly a shareable thing. The lock is off the gate. There was a membrane between IQ and empathy. Now the two are pouring into each other, magnifying each other. The shelves and shelves of bureaucracies are made out of ice and they’re melting down. Who needs them? The employees, documents in their hands, are swimming for the shore, fleeing the scene. To start their lives over again. Now I’m standing on a beach. It’s a sunny afternoon. A limo pulls up on the sand and President gets out. He’s a man I’ve never seen before. All I know is, he’s 20 years younger than he was a few minutes ago. He looks refreshed, ready for action. He’s finally got his facts straight, and the whole stupid vicious business is coming to an end. He says only one thing. “Don’t stop the pushback.” The limo disappears and the bird is here again. He’s standing on the sand. Now he’s a bright blinding blue. He says, “A million voices, two million, ten million, pushing back, and you have something. Get it? They’re trying to take a wrecking ball to your world. Don’t shut up. Crank up the volume. Be fruitful and multiply. Does a person good.”

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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.

4 comments on “I have six hundred people in my living room, and the galactic patrol is knocking on the door

  1. Roundball Shaman says:

    “I don’t sell my toilet paper. I have the moral high ground.”

    It’s so refreshing to read about someone today who hasn’t lost his moral compass! Maybe there’s hope for humanity after all? And who knew that a thing like toilet paper would be our road map to find our way back as a species? The road to paradise leads through… uh… never mind.

    To soar with the Eagles one day you must start with very basics.

    “It’s a relief to find intelligent men in power.”

    You know it’s going to be a good fantasy story when you see the words, ‘intelligent men in power’ strung together. This is the ultimate impossibility in today’s World. Ten thousand Aliens from Neptune will dance on the head of a single pin before intelligent men in power in our World today ever became a reality.

    “They’re trying to take a wrecking ball to your world. Don’t shut up. Crank up the volume. Be fruitful and multiply. Does a person good.”

    Sometimes the greatest show of power is simply to learn how to say… NO. And mean it. And stand by it.

    ‘No’ is not a dirty word. It is not rude. It is not in bad taste. To say “NO’ is to rediscover a bit of one’s own inalienable power as a human being. And reclaim it back from someone or something that wants to take more of yours.

    ‘N’ paired with ‘O’ are the two most powerful letters put together on the Planet. We need to use them MUCH MORE.

    And YES to that.

  2. Marge Guill says:

    We have a couple moat enthusiasts out here on the Irish riviera. Too far north for gators though. I so enjoyed this re-cap of a dream. I trust you have read Mark Helprin’s Winter’s Tale, but if not I suspect you would enjoy it. I am currently re-reading after several decades more than I care to admit. Switching the hole cards—good golly Miss Mollie!! Poker rocks. What a wonderful post. Roger Wilco to that!!!

  3. cynthia clayton says:

    Love this analogy…fight the good fight as death is inevitable. Here’s my take: There’s an octopus…with an ugly head that resembles Klaus and around his neck is a chain of organizations that tighten if he steps out of line in not keeping to the script: ‘Destroy the old world order for us to usher in our new world ‘order’. ‘ Each arm is designed to strangle another system, tradition, foundation. What it is to be a man, woman, mother, child… KILL IDENTITY! Family…KILL BELONGING and STABILITY! Divide Society…KILL TRUST & CONNECTION! No Food, No Safe Cities, No Justice…KILL SECURITY. Money…KILL INDEPENDENCE! Media…KILL TRUTH!…every working system has an arm set to destroy and each arm slapping our faces as we spin in circles trying to keep them away from wrapping around our necks and chocking us all to death. The fake jab choking many. Still, we waste time trying to focus on the arms as if that will end it. The HEAD must be cut and the chain must be broken or the world will be collectively crushed by these tentacles of tyranny.

  4. Michael Burns says:

    Nice dream. Do you ever get the hiccups when you having one like that?

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