by Jon Rappoport (Copyright 2021)
November 21, 2022
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Excerpt 003:
Fifty million video cameras record the washed out moment-tomoment
ballet in streets and offices
people stop for a moment in a bulging tableau
light peers in through immobile troughs of fury
complaints are frozen
all the children of America with their endless needs are frozen
We slashed our way through faded blue Virginia mountain ranges
ruled by subhuman priests
lizards crawled through the sunlight between leaves on rumbling
trees spreading out their knuckles above ground
Through dream gardens of the starlit Sagittarius, coral horses,
amber-fed lichen
we walked the Cherokee Trail glittering with bodies frozen in the
silver fog
We flew over steaming cities and freezing cities and came to the
Asia plain of tropical magic where the walls of enduring space were
cracked and broken and the false curtain of the sky lay at half-mast
torn and stained
Here the empire had shriveled and small mobs wandered under
saturated space broken off from the Maypole of trance
We still hear a voice of freedom
in the
aether
now freedom barks like a dog
it weeps over stones
it demands cash
it lies in the mud and croaks
flees a burning church
On a parapet at the center of an unknown city, we hear a bovine
preacher of the sub-brain announce:
Adore! Adore!
We have
A
New
God
And
Time
Is
Peeling off
Around him.
Adore! Adore!
Your life
Is being
Mapped out
In steel-banded
Central Planning
Operating
From
The Temple
Of the Just
A gram of license
For every ton of compliance
This is the new energy equation
One
Glittering
Breath
Of
Spontaneously inhaled
Stolen
Money
leveled like an exploding shell
o leader
your only remaining job
is the calculation
of the religious component
how to mountaintop
and sell that vacation view
theocratic meteors
whirling around the crown
what testament
and scripture
will you
invent
for the made-holy parade
of intercellular
electronic
money laundering
(left hand to the right)
how will you
market
the ark
of androids
what murders
will you
recast
as
sacrifices
made
on behalf of
the
rising
membership
in the
temple
of
those
seeking
justice
a node
of memoryless
cold blue light
shining on
citizens
entranced
in trust
Adore! Adore!
The rebellion is over!
Everything
We hoped for
Granted!
Now
By the blessed
Eye
Capture and Love are the same!
Their
Separation
Was
Our
Sin
We
Surrender
To
The Egoless
Cage
Adore! Adore!
All
Objections
Are
Swept away
This
Is
Our
Day
Our
Hope
Has Been
Justified
In the
Temperament
Of
The Wise
Who
Unleash
A hurricane
To catapult us
Into
The new world
Adore! Adore!
One shapeless limp impulse
Desperately shared by nine billion people
Dissolves
The threshold
Of mystery
And opens at last
The door
To
The everlasting
Life
This is the apotheosis of
What
We have all
Been unconsciously seeking
I see populations surge through golden avenues wrapped around the
upper stories of Orphic ships waiting for solar winds
I open books in a shining arboretum, ten-thousand-foot wells pour
from the sky down into stratified layers of rock…
Summer night on an old porch, rhododendrons are thrashed by slow
comets of rain
there is a sleep so pervasive numbing the chest and shoulders, a
despair so charming as to be final, a titanic loss of mobility
there were buildings in the old World War 2 Paris that looked like
beautiful rotting vegetables propped on the ark of the River
windows scalloped stone sacred mucosal choirs
in a nostalgic vortex
death is a protocol
a virginal reopening of the wound
insignia piping gardens from its royal wax
into the dark
old pleasures run in familiar magnetic channels
Ah, this is old-world death, the happiness of remembering time, a
thing of wonder in the thrall of dying autumn
and then we knew what could be lost, and then we knew we were
seeing each other fading on sheets of papyrus
and we dropped through the earth
flaming
into the legend of the unconscious
and
struggled back and emerged up into the lights of the city
We move through the halls of this summertime life
the meridians of gills breathing in and out, in and out
and cross the bridges of memory
and are New
We punch through the wax of space-time into the warm rain
we unplug the money presses
we abandon the long steel trading tables and the slaughtering floor
we defect
we drink the root turning into the bud
the bud turning to grain
we brush away the choking filaments of narcosis and finally admit
our immortality
we walk in the canopy of clouds
in the canal where time and space are bolted, cloth to cloth
We ride tigers across the Styx into the mud houses of Hades and
blow sacks of north wind to clean the ruined stables of broadcast
memory
We race up the canyons of the Rockies, we float on the Salt Lake in
mirrors of gold
We walk out of the house in the middle of the night and watch the
magnolia tree in the little grassy island open white flowers of joy!
Sing now!
Speak now!
Tear away the seal on the tomb!
MAGICIANS!
MASTERS OF TIME!
in any weather, any season
long forgotten and hidden in hard flesh
they are there!
all the fires are out
all the wars of the bankrupt versus the bankrupt are over
(Episode 30 of Rappoport Podcasts — “The War against the Woke Mob: Assessing their battle plan, their strengths and weaknesses; the economy is the key; what’s their business model; what’s our business model; how can money be turned into a revolution that Your Highest Principles wouldn’t mind?” — is now posted on my substack. It’s a blockbuster. To listen, click here. To learn more about This Episode of Rappoport Podcasts, click here.)
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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.
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