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.”


Exit From the Matrix

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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.

The Department Store of Negotiation

by Jon Rappoport

May 17, 2022

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Some extraterrestrial civilization observing Earth would have issued a report to home base:

“The planet is inhabited by different types of people who, basically, don’t get along with each other. They never will. Earth is some sort of mixed bag. Their elites have decided to build a single race out of this mish-mash, through propaganda, mind control, and biological experimentation. That program is destructive, and it won’t work.”

The actual solution is a functioning Earth department of negotiation.

But not a government entity. So I call it a department store.

—Many people at work cooking up ways for people who basically don’t get along to negotiate with each other.

The subject has never been explored as extensively as it needs to be.

Compromise is a slippery version of what we require, because it tends to make people abandon what they are. I’m not asking for that.

Negotiation is in the vein of two fortresses agreeing to leave two roads open for travel and not blow them up. The fortresses remain. They don’t try to melt down into soft cheese.

The department store would feature thousands of glass cases. Inside each case would be an illustration of a negotiation. Diplomats would stroll through the store every day. Absorbing possibilities.

This is a forever enterprise.

Inside a prison, a common yard for all inmates is insane.

You have a black yard and a white yard and a Latin yard.

And then you have a department store, for the best and brightest of the three groups. They browse, they talk to one another, they propose specific deals. They’re cautious. Circumspect.

Little by little, arrangements are hammered out.

Out in the world, there would have been a Russian-Ukrainian-NATO department store. For a decade or two. Zelensky wouldn’t have become President. George Soros would have been exiled from the Ukraine. NATO (the US) would have reduced the number of nuclear missiles ringing Russia.

Negotiation is a method of avoiding extreme solutions. Including the extreme solution of declaring an all-out Peace, which would be alarming to all parties.

Gradually, a tradition builds: people who want shooting wars and people who want to eradicate hatred suddenly and radically are widely considered to be psychotic.

Hatred is a mountain of stone. During a given century, perhaps a layer one millimeter thick is worn away.

Recognizing and accepting hatred between groups, however, has a beneficial and mysterious effect. Nothing changes, and yet something does change.

Not through force. Not through demanding the alteration of language. Not through preaching. Not through the kind of condemnation and accusation and victim tunes we now swim in.

People learn to see their hatreds of each other as money in the bank. And they cherish that money. They can count it. They can look at it every day and make sure it’s still there. Nobody is trying to seize the accounts.

And they know about the department store. Which grows larger every month, but retains its careful and cautious repose and composure.

A central feature of human culture is the stand-off.

Against the odds, it is admired.

The stand-off permits negotiation.


Exit From the Matrix

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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.

Wormhole in the Museum Called Reality

by Jon Rappoport

May 13, 2022

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My friend Charlie sells a painting to the Gregorian Museum out on Galactic Park.

They hang his painting in one of the upstairs rooms for a week, and then trouble starts. Charlie gets a phone call in the middle of the night from the director. Charlie can’t believe his ears. He rushes over to the museum.

Upstairs, the director is in his pajamas pacing back and forth. Charlie goes up to his painting, looks at it for a few minutes and sees it.

People have walked into the painting and taken up residence there.

Holy crap.

They’re in there.

Law suits, the director says. Their families could take us to the cleaners.

When Charlie calls out to the people inside his painting, they don’t hear him. They don’t seem to be able to get out. At least no one’s trying.

What do you want me to do? Charlie says.

Get them the hell out of there, the director says. Pick up the picture and shake it if you have to. Turn it upside down. I don’t care.

Charlie doesn’t think this is a good idea. Somebody could get hurt.

So for the next few hours, he sits in front of his painting, drinks coffee, and tries to talk to the people inside.

No dice. Even when he yells, they don’t notice him.

By this time, the chairman of the museum board has shown up. He’s agitated. He’s yabbering about containing the situation.

Charlie asks him how he proposes to do that.

Blanket denial, the chairman says. Pretty soon, the cops are going to link these disappearances to the museum—but then we just throw up our hands and claim we know nothing about it.

A lot of good that’ll do, the director says. Even if we wiggle out of the law suits, our reputation will be damaged. People won’t want to come here. They’ll be afraid somebody will snatch them.

Okay, the chairman says, we’ll shut down for repairs. New construction. That’ll buy us a few weeks and we can figure out something. We’ll say the building needs an earthquake retrofit. Not a big one. Just some shoring up.

…So that’s what happened. They closed the museum and hoped for the best.

Charlie was upset. If word got out, how could he ever sell another painting? His agent told him he was nuts. He’d become the most famous person in the world, and people would be lining up trying to get inside his pictures. You’ll be a phenomenon, he said.

Yeah, Charlie said, until some loon tries to take me out.

A week later, while Charlie and I were having breakfast at a little cafe over by the river, he told me the people inside his painting were building yurts. They were digging a well.

What are they eating, I asked him.

Beats me, he said. But they don’t seem worried. They look okay.

But they can’t get out, he said. At least they don’t want to. They’re settling down in there!

I asked him the obvious question about shrinkage.

I know, he said. They’re a hell of a lot smaller. But no one’s complaining, as far as I can tell.

They like your work, I said.

He looked at me like he was going to kill me, so I let it drop.

Okay, I said. Here’s what you need to do. Go over there and add something to the painting.

He blinked.

What?

Paint on the painting. See what happens.

Sure, he said, and drive them into psychosis. Who knows what effect it would have?

Paint a nice little country road that leads them right out into the museum. They’ll see it, they’ll walk on it.

No, he said. Don’t you get it? They’ve already taken things a step further. They’re not just living in my landscape. That was the initial draw. They’re building their own stuff in there. They’re…poaching!

Silence.

Then there’s only one thing you can do, I said.

I leaned across the table and whispered in his ear. He listened, then jumped back.

No, I said. You have to. Don’t be a weak sister. Go for it.

…So Charlie went upstairs in the museum and cleared everybody out. He unpacked the little suitcase he’d brought and set up a player and a speaker. He shoved in a disc and turned on the music. Some sort of chanting. A chorus.

He took out a change of clothes from the suitcase and put on a long robe and a crazy hat. He eventually showed it to me. It was from a costume party he’d had at his house. Tall red silk hat with tassels hanging from it.

He stood in front of the painting and said:

HELLO, INHABITANTS. I AM CHARLIE. I’M YOUR CREATOR. YOU’RE LIVING IN MY WORLD, THE WORLD I MADE.

They all looked toward the sound of his voice.

THAT’S RIGHT, he said. I’M RIGHT HERE. THIS IS A REVELATION. I DON’T DO MANY OF THESE SO LISTEN UP. I AM YOUR CREATOR, YOUR GOD. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?

All 30 or so of them were now gathered together, outside one of the half-finished yurts.

They were nodding and saying yes.

GOOD. WE NEED TO GET A FEW THINGS STRAIGHT. YOU DIDN’T OBTAIN MY PERMISSION TO ENTER MY WORLD. SO YOU’RE GOING TO HAVE TO COME OUT SO WE CAN DISCUSS DETAILS. MY WORD IS LAW. UNDERSTAND? STOP THE BUILDING. STOP THE DIGGING. WALK TOWARD ME. WALK TOWARD THE SOUND OF MY VOICE.

They hesitated, looked at each other, and started to walk toward Charlie.

THAT’S RIGHT. KEEP GOING. YOU’RE DOING FINE. I’M GOING TO SHOW YOU WHERE I LIVE.

This was apparently quite a perk, so they walked faster. They broke into a trot.

Finally, they emerged from the painting and, Charlie said, they swelled back to normal size right away. It was quite a thing to see, like balloons blowing up—and then there they were, all around me, in the museum. First thing, I took the painting off the wall and laid it on the floor, face down. Enough of that stuff.

Charlie told them who he was, the painter. It took a few hours of intense conversation before they understood and accepted the situation. All in all, they seemed sad.

What were you going to do, he asked them. Live in there forever? Couldn’t you see how to get out?

We didn’t want to get out, one of the men said. We liked it in there.

And that was pretty much that, except for the signing of waivers and non-disclosure agreements with the museum. For which the people were granted lifetime platinum memberships and some vouchers and coupons for the museum store and restaurant.

Charlie went into a funk. He didn’t go into his studio for a few months.

One night, I dropped over to his house with a bottle of bourbon and we had a few drinks out on his porch.

You know, I said, you can start a church if you want to. I know a guy who writes fake scriptures and peddles them. He’s good.

You really do want me to kill you, he said.

We drank in silence for a while.

I told him: those people with their wells and yurts? Sooner or later, they’re going to hypnotize themselves and fall for another strange deal. Nobody’s going to stop them.

Charlie looked grim. They liked living in my picture. It wasn’t a problem for them. I took them out. I conned them.

Well, I said, if that’s the case, and there’s nothing wrong with them, they’ll find another painting. See? Someday, you’ll read about a bunch of people disappearing, and that’ll be what it is.

Yeah, he said, maybe.

A week later, he got back to work.

Universes. Some weird things happen in that area.

I started to write a Charlie a note. It began: Maybe all universes are just like your painting. But I stopped. Charlie wouldn’t react well to that.


Exit From the Matrix

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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.

Why do you read this blog?

by Jon Rappoport

May 12, 2022

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I’m making a few assumptions.

You have your own idea about what “the reality machine” is. It may not be a perfectly formed idea, but it’s there, and you know there’s something very important and interesting about what sits outside that machine. You know the machine has something to do with imposed limitations on the mind. You think about offloading those limitations.

You consider the possibility that imagination is relevant to what sits outside the reality machine. Imagination isn’t preoccupied with what already exists in the world or in the mind. That’s a clue. Imagination journeys into untapped realms. You wonder about just how powerful imagination can be.

In the course of your life, you’ve had moments when limitations went away. How and why that happened may not be clear, but the experiences were vivid, and you can still remember some of them. The clouds parted. The gates opened.

And what I keep saying, in one way or another, is: imagination is the key. It’s the key to offloading limitations.

That’s because imagination doesn’t care about repeating, over and over, what is already known and understood and perceived. That repetition doesn’t disclose what sits outside the machine.

To exit the environs of the machine, you need to deploy the faculty you’ve always had, the faculty that never goes away, the faculty that leads you into unexplored territory. It’s not enough to “try to change what you perceive,” in order to see beyond the machine. You need to invent.

Imagine.

When I put together my collection, Exit From The Matrix, invention was my target. All the imagination exercises in that collection were designed to bring this faculty front and center.

The machine says: “Here is what reality is, and there is what reality is, and over there is more of what reality is, and what I show you is all that reality is. There is no other reality.”

The faculty of imagination says: “There is no limit to what reality is, because you can invent new realities at every conceivable level of life and perception and experience.”

Obviously, what I’m talking about here is not found in any text book. It isn’t widely disseminated knowledge. This isn’t psychology in any traditional sense of the word. It’s not part and parcel of what society is.

I learned a great deal from reflecting on my experiences as a painter. I realized I could file that knowledge away or base my life on it. I could make it “dead data” or the wellspring of my own future.

What I’m discussing here, in this article, is not a principle implicit in the universe. People might like to say it is because then it takes the focus away from them. What I’m discussing in this article is implicit in the individual.

“The machine” is a metaphor for engineered consent on every level of life and consciousness, and at bottom the prime engineer is the individual himself. What is being engineered? Limitation. Lack of imagination. Normalcy.

“All human accomplishment has the same origin, identically…Imagination, imagination, imagination. It converts to actual. It sustains, it alters, it redeems!” (Saul Bellow)

“I am enough of an artist to draw freely upon my imagination. Imagination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited. Imagination encircles the world.” (Albert Einstein)

“This world is but canvas to our imaginations.” (Henry David Thoreau)

“Imagination is like a muscle. I found out that the more I wrote, the bigger it got.” (Philip Jose Farmer)

“Imagination is the only weapon in the war against reality.” (Lewis Carroll)

“The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing that stands in the way. Some see nature all ridicule and deformity… and some scarce see nature at all. But to the eyes of the man of imagination, nature is imagination itself.” (William Blake)

“We lay there and looked up at the night sky and she told me about stars called blue squares and red swirls and I told her I’d never heard of them. Of course not, she said, the really important stuff they never tell you. You have to imagine it on your own.” (Brian Andreas)

“The world of reality has its limits; the world of imagination is boundless.” (Jean-Jacques Rousseau)

“Imagination isn’t a thing. It isn’t an object you can look at and measure. It’s more like a secret language you’ve always known how to speak. But then they taught you the standard language. Nothing wrong with that, except you forgot the first language. You took the magic language and put it on a remote shelf in a faraway room. And now you look for it as if it were a chunk of gold. But that secret language has no boundaries. You can make it bigger. You can expand it without end. You can try to describe this language and characterize it and even define it, but then that limits what you’ll do with it. All the trouble starts with the limiting. You settle for a smaller version of the secret language. You play with the smaller version. After a while, you’ve drained and explored it. What then? You need to expand and extend the secret language. Keep going. When you do, you find that this world, the physical world, makes more sense. You can see it more clearly. You can deal with it more successfully. That’s good, because you and I and everyone else operates in this world. But that’s not a reason for dropping the secret language…” (The Magician Awakes, Jon Rappoport)


Exit From the Matrix

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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.

William Blake: prince of imagination, vision, and faith

“If the doors of perception were cleansed, everything would appear to man as it is: infinite.”

by Jon Rappoport

May 11, 2022

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Since I’ve been writing about the individual inventing his own reality, and having posted a piece about Ayn Rand, I now turn to a quite different person of a different time, the poet and artist William Blake (1757-1827). No doubt Blake would take vigorous issue with my simple claim that he created his own reality; nevertheless…

Aside from the fact that Blake mercilessly criticized organized religion, there is no other poet in the English language possessed of greater faith; the form of that faith, and whether it changed substantially over the years are subjects for scholars. I view Bake, first and foremost, as a poet, who set down what he saw, envisioned, imagined, believed, and questioned.

Here is a question (was it rhetorical?) he raised in one of the greatest poems in any language:

Tyger Tyger, burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies.
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand, dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder, & what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain,
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp,
Dare its deadly terrors clasp!

When the stars threw down their spears
And water’d heaven with their tears:
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?

Tyger Tyger burning bright,
In the forests of the night:
What immortal hand or eye,
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

Blake also wrote: “And now let me finish with assuring you that, Tho I have been very unhappy, I am so no longer. I am again. Emerged into the light of day; I still & shall to Eternity Embrace Christianity and Adore him who is the Express image of God; but I have travel’d thro’ Perils & Darkness not unlike a Champion. I have Conquer’d, and shall still Go on Conquering. Nothing can withstand the fury of my Course among the Stars of God & in the Abysses of the Accuser. My Enthusiasm is still what it was, only Enlarged and conform’d.”

And he wrote this: “The ancient poets animated all objects with Gods or Geniuses, calling them by the names and adorning them with the properties of woods, rivers, mountains, lakes, cities, nations, and whatever their enlarged & numerous senses could perceive. And particularly they studied the genius of each city & country, placing it under its mental deity; Till a system was formed, which some took advantage of, & enslav’d the vulgar by attempting to realize or abstract the mental deities from their objects: thus began priesthood; Choosing forms of worship from poetic tales. And at length they pronounc’d that the Gods had order’d such things. Thus men forgot that all deities reside in the human breast.”

And this: “It is not because Angels are Holier than Men or Devils that makes them Angels but because they do not Expect Holiness from one another but from God only.”

“Thinking as I do that the Creator of this World is a very Cruel Being & being a Worshipper of Christ, I cannot help saying: ‘the Son, O how unlike the Father!’ First God Almighty comes with a Thump on the Head. Then Jesus Christ comes with a balm to heal it.”

Make of that powerful brew what you will; I just keep reading Blake’s lines of poetry:

To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour.

He who doubts from what he sees
Will ne’er believe, do what you please.
If the sun and moon should doubt
They’d immediately go out.

Love to faults is always blind,
Always is to joys inclined,
Lawless, winged, and unconfined,
And breaks all chains from every mind.

Love seeketh not itself to please,
Nor for itself hath any care,
But for another gives its ease,
And builds a heaven in hell’s despair.

O Rose thou art sick.
The invisible worm,
That flies in the night
In the howling storm:
Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy:
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.

In every cry of every Man,
In every Infant’s cry of fear,
In every voice, in every ban,
The mind-forg’d manacles I hear.

Blake went to school only until he was ten. He was then educated at home by his mother.

His religious faith was equaled by his faith in imagination. Perhaps to him they were the same.

There is no other voice like his in the history of poetry. It is unique, in part, because he never wavered from his own vision. He took jobs and commissions, but they never distracted him from the ocean of his work.

He had “a genius of the ear.” He could hear a nursery rhyme and then raise it to the door of his heaven without ever dropping back into a trace of syrup or sentimentality.

A hundred years later, Yeats read Blake’s most magic lines and realized that modern poems could be filled with them. Magic? Here is what I mean:

Yeats: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.

Blake: What immortal hand or eye could frame thy fearful symmetry?

Yeats: Once out of nature I shall never take
My bodily form from any natural thing,
But such a form as Grecian goldsmiths make
Of hammered gold and gold enamelling
To keep a drowsy Emperor awake;
Or set upon a golden bough to sing
To lords and ladies of Byzantium
Of what is past, or passing, or to come.

Blake: When the stars threw down their spears
And water’d heaven with their tears:
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?

I mention Yeats for another reason. There is a story told about his marriage. There are several versions. The one I prefer illustrates what I mean when I say: no one can predict what reality an individual will create when left to his own devices, when freed from the restraints of what he is supposed to believe. The story also illustrates the lengths to which individuals will go to forge a unique vision.

For almost 30 years, Yeats pursued the love of his life, Maud Gonne. She refused to marry him. A year after she turned him down for the last time, in 1916, grief-stricken and at the end of his rope, at age 52, he married Georgie Hyde-Lees, who was 25.

Almost immediately, Georgie saw their marriage was doomed to fail. Four days after their wedding, she suddenly told Yeats she could perform automatic writing. “Instructors” dictated highly esoteric texts to her. This intrigued Yeats. Together, they began to work out myriad systems to make metaphysical sense of the huge cascades of strange pages Georgie began setting down—-eventually resulting in the 1925 book, A Vision.

Their marriage endured. They had two children. Yeats dug deeply into the automatic texts and extracted images and phrases which he used and reworked in his late poems.

In my preferred version of this story, Georgie, desperate to hold on to her husband, invented both the pretext of her ability to perform automatic writing AND invented the ensuing mystical texts.

It worked. Once the new alliance with her husband was formed, the marriage survived; and Yeats, his writing up against a brick wall of exhaustion, suddenly found new sources and material and inspiration.

New life, new poetry, new partnership, new love.

Georgie decided to risk everything, and she won.

On the wings of THE INVENTION OF REALITY.


Exit From the Matrix

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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.

Here comes the COVID Judge; staging life

by Jon Rappoport

May 10, 2022

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In the 45th year of lockdowns, under the dome of Mars Colony Two, in the city of Fauci, an appeals court Judge held a private hearing, for the purpose of questioning Dr. Wen Ho Goldberg, an eminent NSA psychologist on loan from the Earth Universal Surveillance Program.

Dr. Goldberg, let me summarize the situation. On Mars, the Great Awakening took place 25 years ago. We realized there was no virus, the tests were meaningless, the case and death numbers were largely the result of relabeling traditional lung conditions and calling them “COVID.” And yet, our citizens PREFERRED living under lockdown and carrying on the better part of their lives virtually, without personal face to face contact. So the lockdowns have become Culture.

Yes, your honor, I understand. And you want me to offer an opinion about what would happen if you tried to force the citizenry OUT OF lockdown mode.

Correct.

If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it.

That’s it?

If you force people into public spaces, you’re going to get fear and panic, crime waves, acts of terrorism. In lockdown mode, people are compliant and calm.

Yes, compliant. But we’ve also noticed the consumer indexes are trending down.

Ah, I see. So that’s the real problem. People are buying fewer goods.

Exactly.

Maybe they already have enough stuff.

Regardless, Doctor, we have to rescue the economy.

You need a threat.

What?

Some kind of threat that makes lockdown mode seem dangerous.

What would that be?

A fake brain disease, perhaps. “New studies claim that brain cells are dying as a result of living indoors for long periods of time…” “People who are communicating online with bots but believe they’re human are experiencing organ failure…”

I see, yes. Force people outdoors. Then we could stage massive sales events and trade shows and job fairs and—

And circuses with violent contests. You want to channel public fear of physical life outdoors into spectator events. Gladiators. Wild animals. Blood. Death.

We’d need lots of propaganda promoting freedom.

As distasteful as that might be…yes.

Doctor, I think you’re on to something.

Let me paint a picture for you. This colony is isolated. It has a unique opportunity to stage a vast experiment. Lay out a rerun of 3000 years of human history.

What does that mean?

Your honor, think of it—you can put your population through the high and low moments of the past, in serial form. The codification of Roman Law, the birth and death of Jesus, the Middle Ages, the rise of the Catholic Church, the Renaissance, the—

You’re losing me, Doctor.

You have the pattern. History. Stage it all over again for your people. In sequence. Repeat it. Of course, you’ll need to start out with a huge depopulation program. But that’s easy.

Are you out of your mind, Doctor?

Not at all. You want action. You want to take people out of lockdown mode and virtual life. So why settle for a momentary solution? Look at the long term. Think big.

In practical terms, what you’re suggesting would impossible to pull off.

Really? Back on Earth, we still have between 5 and 6 billion people who believe the virus is real and the pandemic is real and the poisonous vaccine is the cure. That’s quite a hoax to stage, wouldn’t you say? Now, with a few memory-erasing drugs, and a depopulation campaign, you here on Mars could lay out any kind of program you want to. You, your honor, could become Augustus, emperor of your Colony.

I could?

Of course. Why not? You could create Rome all over again.

You ARE completely nuts, Doctor.

Of course I am. That’s what it takes. YOU’RE the problem, sir. You and the other leaders of your Colony. You’ve gone soft. All civilization is an experiment. Get that through your head. Here on Mars, the COVID experiment has reached the end of the line. So you need a new one. You don’t like restaging history? All right, try climate change. Claim that indoor living is creating a huge humidity problem. It’s reached a critical mass. You need to adjust oxygen levels under the dome. People need to open their doors and walk outside.

That might work.

You can dream up a hundred plans that would work. You have an open field. Use it. Reshape your higher education system. Make advanced degrees in advertising and consumer spending the apex of intellectual achievement. Educators are whores. They’ll go wherever the money flows.

You really think we could re-stage all of human history in, say, 20-year epochs?

It’s quite a vision, isn’t it? Yes. You could make it happen. The Dark Ages. The Great Plague. The two World Wars.

Doctor, if people somehow got hold of the details of this conversation we’re having, they’d say—

They’d say we were two crazy old men who should be locked up in a psych ward. Well, that’s good for us, right? We have the perfect cover. Here’s the capper. Back on Earth, the CIA has a step-by-step plan for restaging history. I can make that plan available to you.

Really?

Yes. And you would become the chief conduit. The Master of the Transformation.

I like the sound of that.

Of course, you would have to agree to certain conditions.

And what would those be, Doctor?

Well, to boil it down, I would run you and the CIA would run me.

I’m your dog, and you’re the CIA’s dog.

That’s right.

And together, we stage LIFE for the people of this Colony, for, say, the next 500 years?

Exactly.

We put them through the highs and lows of past history. A rerun. As if it all never happened before.

Yes.

And this stimulates the economy and—

It does a great deal more than that, your honor. It gets people MOTIVATED along many fronts. Adrenaline flows. Survival is on the line. Adventure returns.

But why can’t we just open up life in our Colony and invent new futures that might be more exciting than anything that happened in the past? Why can’t we give REAL freedom a chance?

Because then we would lose CONTROL.

Yes, but losing control could be the most exciting thing of all.

Your honor, maybe you’re not the man for the job I have in mind.

No, no, Doctor, I’m just airing out the ideas that come into my head. This is all so new. I’m thinking it over.

I have a list of people here in the Colony. They’re all candidates for the job. If you don’t want it, I’ll be moving on.

OF COURSE I want it, Doctor. What do I have to do first?

Sign an official oath and pledge. The Past is better than the Present. The Past is better than the Future. The masses must never learn the Past, they must live through it, over and over…”those who don’t learn history are doomed to repeat it”…we will make that into Reality…


Exit From the Matrix

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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.

The temporary continuum, Part Eight

by Jon Rappoport

May 9, 2022

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The space-time-energy of the universe could be looked at as a business deal. A guy sells you a coat. He says, “Put this on and you’ll have all the space, energy, and time you need. Why go to all the fuss of creating these things yourself?”

“Why are you creating your own space and time? We have plenty of it already. Can’t you just accept that and get on with your lives?”

Suppose, hypothetically, you found a machine that manufactures all the public space, time, and energy there is in physical reality. Suppose you somehow knew that if you turned off the machine, the continuum would shut down and utterly disappear. Suppose, finally, you also knew that when you turned the machine back on, it would smoothly pick up from where it left off, and no one would recall the “the blank period.”

In the thousands of stories about ETs coming to Earth with a message, where is the ET who says, “Wait a minute, don’t you people realize you’re passively accepting this space-time setup you have? Don’t you realize there’s another way to go about this? What happened to you? You bought a vacation in this little island of space-time, and you never went home. You forgot the way home…”

It’s even worse than that, because the vast majority have also become salespeople for this space-time continuum. They sell it every day, they pitch it and promote it and market it and hype it as “the one and only.”

Nothing intrinsically wrong with this space-time. It’s the acceptance of it as the final word that causes all the trouble.

One of the most successful sales tactics is making space less affordable and thus more valuable and scarce.

“Get your little space now, before it’s too late. For the low-low price of $250,000 you can move into a 250-foot-square shoebox.”

And then: “We have to spy on everything that happens in this space, because everybody is a potential terrorist.”

It’s the shrinkage factor.

Focus everyone’s attention on diminishing, tightly controlled space, and they’ll be less likely to remember that they can invent their own.

“Invent their own? What is he talking about? Maybe we should bring him in for questioning.”

“Don’t bother. INVENTING YOUR OWN is just a myth.”

“Who says so?”

“We do. We decide which myths are acceptable.”


Exit From the Matrix

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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.

The temporary continuum, Part Seven

by Jon Rappoport

May 4, 2022

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The Surveillance State is inventing a new continuum.

Since we know snooping covers all data and all people who use data (meaning everybody), nothing is too trivial to be spied on and collected and stored and analyzed for suspicious content.

The technology may or not currently exist to collect every datum under the sun, but that’s the goal, and the program is rapidly advancing.

The spying agencies will decide their limited algorithms should do more than interpret meaning: their formulas should govern and dictate what kind of communication is permissible.

To put it another way, people should communicate what can be analyzed by machines, and should refrain from touching on and inventing what the machines can’t assess.

Surveillance becomes the arbiter and shaper of public and private interactions.

“Speak only in ways that allow us to decide whether you are a threat.”

Those who break that rule will automatically fall under suspicion and be labeled. And investigated. An attempt will be made to reeducate them.

Into less intelligence and imagination.

Everything I’m describing in this piece is already, on some level, happening, although not all of it officially by fiat.

The Surveillance State is a sophisticated version of peer pressure, in which the peers turn out to be agents. Propaganda operatives invent a need for spying on populations, and their media allies refuse to expose this fact.

As the future unfolds, it will become obvious that the true purpose of snooping is to place a ceiling on what can be experienced.

Looked at from afar, whole populations will resemble prisoners shackled to grossly limited conceptions of themselves.

But there is a counter-trend. Even now, the natives are restless. Freed from old constrictions of organized religion and its mythologies, some people are recognizing they have the ability to exceed, step around, and move through the so-called laws of physics, into psychic territories that float beyond the space-time continuum.

Without laboriously citing examples (and even confirming studies), I would liken this breakout to the discovery that one can listen to music that has been labeled “dissonant” (outside the approved spectrum of harmony) and, in it, find new meanings and emotions and unreducible seas of life.

I can do that.

So can you.

We’re not crazy. The Surveillance State is organized craziness. They’re trying to invent a continuum that makes their craziness official.

They won’t win.


Exit From the Matrix

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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.

The temporary continuum, Part Six

by Jon Rappoport

May 3, 2022

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Hi again, folks. This is your friendly reality salesman, back for another reminder.

In my last message, I mentioned that all the inhabitants of Earth are due for a booster shot of our massively popular Perception Package. These updates occur every 20,000 years.

Our superior product gives you stability, reliability, and a basic foundation of unchanging reality.

Last time, I also mentioned that imagination was the fly in the ointment. Don’t venture into that area; if you do, your Perception Package will deteriorate and lose force.

You may even begin to see “other spaces and times,” and what good is that? No, stick with what you’ve bought, and you’ll remain happy.

Limits make lives. You can fiddle and diddle and experiment within the boundaries of the Package. You can put your faith in all sorts of fairy tales. But in the end, it is your perception along a severely restricted arc of the potential spectrum that gives you comfort and security.

Think of our Package as a gated community, where all your needs are met on-site. Why venture out? Why visit strange places? You’re safe right where you are.

I want to make a clarification re our Information Brochure 405-A2, which, as you know, goes out to all 10 billion subscribers on Earth. A statement on page 567, paragraph 4, has caused a bit of confusion. It reads:

“On other worlds, the inhabitants may perceive space and time differently, but that is because their environments and circumstances vary…”

We received a number of queries about how the perception of space and time could possibly differ from world to world. For example, one person asked, “Are not space and time the same in all places and times?”

The answer is: space and time are functions of perception. Otherwise, why would be selling a Perception Package?

Yes, other experiences of space/time are possible. But for you, the result of treading beyond the Package we have provided is disorientation and danger.

We have calculated “how far you can go.” That is our genius. Trust us. You don’t want to test the limits.

At this time, we are working closely with Earth governments to identify and rescue those who have strayed. Those souls need help, and we are determined to bring them back into the fold.

Life as it exists for you is a series of systems, nothing more. Our Package integrates with these systems. It’s a perfect fit.

DON’T EXPERIMENT WITH THE PACKAGE.

Doing so is symptomatic of a serious disorder.

Our repair and re-ed groups are currently expanding their reach across the planet. Contact us if you sense a problem. Report others who may be in trouble.

How you see reality=our Perception Package=a constant faithful friend and guide.

We are more than a manufacturing and sales organization. We are dedicated to the Good of All.

That dedication keeps us strong in the face of any disruption in service.

Our trained technicians are available 24/7 to take your calls and initiate program reconfigurations.

Remember our first principle: Perception makes the world go ‘round.

Signing off for now. Enjoy today. No matter what may befall you, you’re operating at the optimum level, all things considered. Accept things as they are. This is true enlightenment. I should know; my bosses invented it.


Exit From the Matrix

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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.

The temporary continuum, Part Five

by Jon Rappoport

April 29, 2022

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I call this blog Outside The Reality Machine because the machine produces space and time—the continuum people accept as the final word on existence.

But as every artist knows, there are many spaces and times—a potentially infinite number. Why do you think painters began studying the ways perspective could be shown on the canvas?

Why is there this thing called theater, which has a stage?

When I began visiting art museums in New York, in 1960, this was the revelation. Every painting was its own continuum. I was touring worlds upon worlds. To say it was refreshing would be a vast understatement. It was basic spiritual therapy. My whole life underwent a regeneration.

The root for the English world “imagination” is the Latin word “imago,” meaning image. I can’t find a further breakdown into more basic roots. But I can’t help thinking how interesting it is that you can separate “imago” into “I” and “mago,” or “magic.”

I-magic.

On the other hand, the word “reality” traces back to the Latin word, “res,” which means “thing.” There is no explanation of where things come from. Things are just there.

Consider: You walk through a city of many narrow streets. Side by side, as far as you walk, you see little theaters. You enter them. Plays are in progress. You sit down, you watch the actors on stage. You visit a hundred theaters. Finally, you enter one, and the lights are on and the stage is bare. You’re the only person there. You wait. You sit down. An hour passes. Two hours. Nothing happens. And then you realize…this is your theater. You will decide what happens on this stage. You will make this space and time.


Exit From the Matrix

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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.