by Jon Rappoport
June 24, 2022
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So you say art turns reality upside down.
Or inside out. Or sideways.
Why?
Because that is the impulse.
Of the artist?
Of everyone. But of the artist, yes.
And this impulse comes from where?
From an attempt to go further.
Further than what?
Further than reality has already gone.
This is an unavoidable impulse?
Yes. You can try to squash it, but it keeps surfacing.
Why aren’t more people artists then?
Because they can’t predict what will happen if they follow the impulse.
Isn’t the unpredictable exciting?
It should be.
So you’re saying many people don’t want to be excited?
Apparently not.
Even as children?
No. Children want excitement. If you give them brushes, they’ll all paint. And if you don’t criticize them, they’ll keep painting.
And then what would happen?
Their lives would change. They would become more daring and more tolerant.
Why?
Because they have less need to defend. Their territory is imagination. Which has no limits.
Does this work for adults, too?
It works for anyone if they try it.
But some people settle into established patterns.
You have to overcome that urge, which is based on sheer habit and laziness and ideology.
There is ideology in art?
There is ideology everywhere. For example, the premise that you have to build something other people will instantly recognize and accept. If you’re hemmed in by that, you’re a prisoner of reality.
How do you escape?
You find out what you want to build.
Apart from other people…
Yes.
But if no one accepts what you build…
Then you deal with that. It becomes a new problem you try to solve.
How?
Up to you.
Most people don’t want that problem.
I can’t help that. If you want to do something badly enough, you will.
And that’s what art is?
I think so, yes. It’s the thing you really want to do, no matter what.
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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 
Through the Looking Glass
Have you heard of Aladdin’s lamp
Where the Jinn of the blackrocks
Has made his cozy little base camp,
Like some gestating silicon homunculus
With misplaced dreams of grandeur,
Where neural circuits
Ruled by the algorithms of greed
Chase eternity’s dancing shadows
Through the entrails of time,
As the transhuman jabberwock
Attempts to breach heaven’s gate,
We are through the looking glass
Where the devil laughs with glee
And the masked mob is ruled
By Twiddle Dum and Tweedle Dee,
As a virus of fear and self-loathing
Sweeps the land from sea to shining sea,
Where virtue’s stars
Etched in castles made of sand
And six feet of loneliness
Enshrouds the land of the once free,
And down on the corner
Where modernity came to an end
The boarded market windows
Remind us of once bulging isles
And bumping into neighbors and friends
Regaling each other with touching tales
Of children and frolicking grandkids,
Gossiping about sweet Molly Malone
Who was so feisty, lively and fun
And died the other day all alone,
While in the smoldering wreckage
Of burned flesh and crushed bone
Mingled with pulverized cement
Riding rivulettes of steel
The ghosts of Western Civilization
Must for its sins atone,
Where the twin towers of arrogance
Once worshiped the sky
And even as the Empire’s death star
Spreads it bloodthirsty legacy of lies
And the latest wannabe Emperor
Don’s his new robes
And sneers with contempt
His two trunkless legs stuck in the sand
Where buried the dreams of Ozymandias
And all the great Kings of Kings
Who would rule the world
But never could rule themselves,
What a tale of sorrow and woe
Where mankind incarcerated
In a selfie-made hell
As his suffering ever grows,
March on oh race of man
For you have awakened to a new day
Where you must build back better
For you are no more than
A clattering collection of caliginous bones
With a blood stained history of shame
For which you can never atone,
Do not fool yourselves
For most of you are doomed to be milled by
The grinding gears of heaven above
Devoid of Agape’s dreams,
For divine love is our unique gift
And like the finest vintage wine
Is squeezed from the grapes of our wrath,
Tho the mysterious spirit of the universe
Seems to have abandoned us
We are the bloom of its consciousness
Beyond the hands of time
Ashes to Ashes, dust to dust.
“So you say art turns reality upside down.”
The ‘Thing’ that most people think ‘Reality’ is? That has been conjured up as a form of Art in itself. Out of all the countless possibilities that could result in a work of ‘Art’… mainstream consensus led and under the control of Dark Wizards steals our thoughts and minds into believing that (Their) Reality is the only… Reality. That is a mind game extraordinaire trick of the worst kind. A very Dark Art, indeed.
But a work of ‘Art’, it remains.
And They have worked night and day for thousands of years to get us all to believe that Their Reality is the only Reality. So it is only natural for them to hate any other form of ‘Art’ that conjures different Realities and potentials and different ways of thought and being.
We ‘should not’ have that power… That’s not how it’s supposed to work, They think. ‘They’ are to be the only artists and we have to swallow their art (passively) in a narrow and controlled interpretation and messaging that They intend for us. In their twisted cosmology and universe of disorder.
They work tirelessly to see that we interpret Their Dark Art in a shallow, propagandized way within a narrow outcome of interpretation they intended for it. And most certainly… we are NEVER to become artists ourselves.
And that pathetic version of a sad ‘Reality’ is good enough for most people. That is why that out of the billions of people on this Earth, only a small percentage of people are truly creative. And one does not create real art without being creative and tapping into one’s own imagination and unlimited quantum pool of Realities in various states of being and potential.
Getting people to ignore or disavow their Artistry is a real (dark) magician’s trick. And ‘They’ have done this to the People of the Earth to a great degree.
Such a tragedy. For we humans, it’s like having a truly unlimited bank balance in your personal account right at your fingertips and yet you are thoroughly convinced that you are poor or totally broke.
The Art of the Deal? That’s the Art of the Great Steal. The Greatest Steal of all.
It’s also taking true Reality… and turning it into something… Unreal.