Sacred shapes and decimated minds

by Jon Rappoport

July 12, 2018

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These notes apply to paintings, yes; but also to the invention of any reality—

One: A certain amount of consensus is necessary in order to have a civilization.  This means: shared perception.  But then the consensus exceeds what is necessary.  It becomes too much.  It becomes forced.

A perfect analogy is the person who is famous for being famous.  The consensus built around this person is essentially meaningless.  The shared perception (by millions of people) that this famous person is important is empty.  And meaningless.  But because the perception is shared, the person’s fame endures for a time.

Controllers essentially say, “We have a system that works.  If we abandon it, chaos will follow.  Don’t leave the system.”

Of course, they’re lying.  Many systems work.  They just want allegiance to the system they own.

“I own X.  Therefore, X is vital.  I will build as much consensus as possible around the notion that X is indispensable.  This consensus will be called Civilization.”

Two: People are terribly defensive.  They believe the modern painter, who doesn’t present copies of physical reality, is destroying sacred tradition.  “Retribution is surely coming, just over the horizon…”

What are they so worked up about?  Why should the modern painter imitate the old painter who imitated Nature?

Is the square sacred?  Is the sphere holy?  Is the vanishing-point-perspective heavenly?  By whose decree?

Suppose a modern painter deploys 6 vanishing points, or 562, or none?  Is it really a threat if he presents us with a world radically different from our own?

Three: A person will claim he’s open to any possible reality—and he’ll keep on saying that until he runs up against one that re-imagines existence in a truly novel way…and then he’s speechless.  He doesn’t know what to think, and this is a serious problem for him because he prides himself on always knowing what to think.  He believes he’s imagined all there is to imagine as well, which is truly absurd.  And now he’s met a Waterloo.  It bowls him over.  He’ll never admit it, but he’s shocked to the core.  Every category of his which might anticipate and dominate this new reality misses the mark by miles.  He has no words to describe what he’s seeing.

Four: No one knows how far the path of imagination can go, for the simple reason that there is no end to it.  No limit.

There is no central idea hemming a person in.  There is no overarching canopy under which he must walk.

The path of imagination eliminates answers and bottom lines that claim to be ultimate realities.  The path of imagination does not have a nest where a person curls up and accepts an Ultimate Anything.

“Show me one ultimate reality and I’ll invent a thousand…”

The imagination reigns supreme.

The path of imagination is the path of inventing reality.

The individual is an artist of reality.


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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 blockbuster movie called Reality

The blockbuster movie called Reality

by Jon Rappoport

May 17, 2018

There is always a certain amount of whining and remorse as one enters the theater to see the movie called Reality, after buying the ticket.

“Is this a good idea?”

You can already feel a merging sensation. The electromagnetic fields humming in the theater, even before the movie starts, are drawing you into the space.

Your perception of x dimensions is narrowing down to three.

You take your seat. You look at the note you’ve written to yourself, and you read it again:

“Don’t forget where you came from. Don’t forget this is just a movie. Don’t fall asleep. The serial time in the movie is an artifact. The binding feeling of sentimental sympathy is an induction. It’s the glue that holds the movie fixed in your mind.”

“The movie will induce nostalgia for a past that doesn’t exist. Don’t surrender to it.”

“You’re here to find out why the movie has power.”

“You want to undergo the experience without being trapped in it.”

“The content of the movie will distract you from the fact that it is a construct.”

The lights dim.

On the big screen, against a gray background, the large blue word REALITY slowly forms.

Suddenly, you’re looking at a huge pasture filled with flowers. The sky is a shocking blue. You can feel a breeze on your arms and face.

You think, “This is a hypnotic trance weapon.”

Now, the pasture fades away and you’re standing on an empty city street at night. It’s drizzling. You hear sirens in the distance. A disheveled beggar approaches you and holds out his trembling hand.

He waits, then moves on.

You look at the wet shining pavement and snap your fingers, to change it into a lawn. Nothing happens.

You’re shocked.

You wave your hand at a building. It doesn’t disappear.

Incredible.

You reach into your pocket and feel a wallet. You walk over to a streetlight and open it. There’s your picture on a plastic ID card. Your name is under the picture, followed by a number code. On the reverse side of the card, below a plastic strip, is a thumbprint.

There are other cards in the wallet, and a small amount of paper money. You look at the ID card again. There’s an address.

Though it seems impossible, you remember the address. In your mind’s eye, you see a small cottage at the edge of an industrial town. There’s a pickup parked in the driveway.

It’s your truck. You know it. But how can that be?

You walk toward larger buildings in the distance.

Three men in uniforms turn a corner and come up to you. Behind them emerges a short man in a business suit. He nods at you and holds out his hand.

You know what he wants. You pull out your wallet and give it to him. He looks at the ID card, at you, at the card again.

“You were reported missing,” he says.

“Missing from what?” you say.

“Your home. Your job. What are doing here? Are you all right?”

“I’m fine,” you say. “I was…taking a short trip. I’m just out for some air.”

“In this part of the city?” he says. “That’s not smart. We’ll take you home. Our car is right over there.”

One car sits on a side street. In large red letters printed on the trunk are the words Care and Concern.

You walk with the men to the car.

Waves you’ve never felt before are emanating from it.

Mentally, you try to back up from them. They’re targeting your body. You feel a haze settle over you.

In the haze dance little creatures. They’re speaking. You try to hear what they’re saying.

Now you do. “Real, real, real.”

You look at the short man in the suit. He’s smiling at you.

Suddenly, his smile is transcendent. It’s so reassuring, tears fill your eyes.

But you’re thinking, “They built this so I would be lost, and then they found me. I’m supposed to be rescued. I’ve never experienced being rescued before. I never knew what it meant.”

You hear faint music.

It grows louder. As you near the car, you realize you’re listening to a chorus and an orchestra. The rising theme is Victory.

One of the uniformed men opens the car door.

You nod at him.

“My pleasure, sir,” he says.

The music fades away.

The scene shifts.

You’re standing next to the pickup in your driveway alongside your cottage.

You’re home.

Think, you tell yourself. What’s going on?

You recognize your mind is now divided into two parts. The first part registers sensations from this new reality. These sensations are meant to be sorted, in order to answer the question: How Am I Doing?

The second part of your mind is entirely devoted to perceiving problems and solving them. Everything at this level is organized to constitute problems.

You were never aware of these two sectors of your mind before.

Where did they come from?

Now, as you walk into your cottage and instantly remember the rooms and the objects in these rooms, an accompanying sensation of Familiarity, slightly out of phase, grows stronger.

You realize, without knowing how, that you’re supposed to feel tremendous relief. This is what’s expected of you.

It’s expected of everyone. They live with one another through the touchstone of the Familiar. They share it like bread.

They keep coming back to it. The Familiar is a sacrament.

It’s built in. It’s invented through…electromagnetically induced fields. It’s stamped on every object in this space…

…In order to suggest you’ve been here before. To suggest you belong here.

As you look around the cottage, you apprehend a third sector of your mind. You struggle to identify it.

It’s the fount of a different kind of perception.

Yes.

You keep staring at the cottage and you see space.

You see space that…

Has been placed here. For you.

And at that moment, there is a small explosion behind your head.

And you’re sitting in the theater again.

The movie is playing on the screen. All around you, in the seats, people are sitting with their eyes closed.

You feel a tap on your shoulder. You turn. It’s an usher.

“Sir,” he says. “Please follow me.”

He leads you up the aisle into the lobby, which is empty.

An office door opens and a young woman steps out. She strides briskly over to you.

“You woke up and came back,” she says. She gives you a tight smile. “So we’re refunding your money. It’s our policy.”

She drops a check into your hand.

“What happened in there?” you say. “What happened?”

She shrugs.

“Only you would know that. You must have done something to interrupt the transmission.”

“And the rest of those people?”

She looks at her watch. “They’re probably into their fifth year by now. The fifth year is typically a time of conflict. They rebel. Well, some of them do. They rearrange systems. They replace leaders. They promote new ideals.”

“I had such a strong feeling I’d been there before.”

She smiles. “Apparently it wasn’t strong enough. You’re back here.”

“How do you do it?” you say.

“I’m sorry,” she says. “That’s proprietary information. Did you meet your family?”

“No,” you say. “But I was in a cottage. It was…home.”

She nods.

“If you hadn’t escaped, you would have been subjected to much stronger bioelectric bonding pulses. Do you have a family here?”

You start to answer and realize you don’t know.


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She looks into your eyes.

“Go out to the street,” she says crisply. “Walk around. Take a nice long walk for an hour. You’ll reorient. It’ll come back to you.”

“Why do you do it?” you say.

“Do what?”

“Sell this trip.”

“Oh,” she says. “Why does a travel agent book a vacation for a client? We’re in that business.”

You turn toward the exit. The sun is shining outside. People are walking past the doors.

You take a deep breath and leave the theater.

The street is surging with crowds. The noise is thunderous.

You notice you’re carrying a rolled up sheet of paper in your hand.

You open it.

It’s a non-disclosure agreement.

“If you return from your movie experience, you agree to reveal or discuss, under penalty of law, nothing about its nature, substance, or duration…”

You look at the sheet of paper, make up your mind, and it bursts into flames.

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.

A Spirit fable: the moon, the mother, and the dog

A spirit fable: the moon, the mother, and the dog

by Jon Rappoport

May 7, 2018

A few days ago, I woke up with the very clear thought—as if it had been planted in my head—that everything I experience is a product of my own imagination.

This, I have since learned, is a teaching of the ancient Hermetic School of Philosophy.

At any rate, I decided to carry out an experiment. I imagined a second moon floating above Earth, to see if I could make it so real to me I would actually see it clearly, on consecutive nights.

Of course, as you know, last night a second moon did, in fact, appear in the sky. People all over the world saw it. I assure you, this was not my intent. I was merely trying to clarify an issue for myself.

I considered making a confession to the authorities—but why bother when I would be viewed as a crackpot? It occurred to me I could announce I had made the new moon and would, at an appointed time, unmake it. But suppose I failed? Regardless, securing the attention of a large number of people, when you are unknown, is quite difficult, no matter what your subject is. (I do not favor running naked into the street and launching a speech.)

This morning, as I approached my mother’s room in the nursing home for my weekly visit, I decided I would experience her as having recovered from her illness. When I entered the room, she was standing by the window singing one of the old songs from my childhood. When she turned to me, her eyes were clear and she was smiling. She said, “I’m ready to go home.”

Was I deluding myself? Was she in the grip of my own projection? I called for a nurse. She walked into the room and looked at my mother, who was supposed to be in a wheelchair. The nurse started to scream, and stopped herself. My mother hadn’t stood on her own in ten years.

A doctor told me she would have to undergo a series of tests. I took the opportunity to come back to my apartment and think things over.

If I do have formidable powers, I should consider options. Wouldn’t you? Would you take, for instance, a daring course and put an end to war and disease? If I can accomplish such a feat, I believe I would. Damn the consequences. I would leave others to sort them out.

I am strangely calm. It is as if I have been pointing toward this moment all my life.

I no longer feel I have needs. Somehow, those chains have been removed.

Once upon a time, I was walking on uncertain ground. But not now.

Others would surely say I have reached too high, and I am about to take a fall. I search for a cautionary note in my mind, but I don’t find it. My mind is quiet. It has no advice for me.

This new state of affairs seems quite natural.

An hour ago, I tried a third experiment. My beloved terrier, Jack, who died after a long illness when I was in school, is now back lying on my couch. He’s looking at me. I go over and pet him and he licks my hand. He yawns, stretches out his front legs, jumps off the couch and trots across the living room to a small table, where I’ve kept a framed photo of us sitting in a field near my school. He looks up at the photo and barks. He turns to me and sits.

Why wouldn’t things be this way? Why would they be any other way?

I’m not looking for a response from you, dear reader. Suppose you, too, have these powers? I have the clear sense you would use them for good.

Suppose what I’m reporting here is the superior reality, and the end of things we don’t want to end is the illusion?

Perhaps I should have started with a smaller example of manifestation, to make it easier for you—but that is not the way it happened to me. That is not the way I chose to change What Is.

What Is, is a brief flicker across a wide ocean. The ocean is all possibility. That’s what I see now.

Am I offending your sense of propriety? If so, I apologize. This is not my intent.

I see us as errant knights. Errant in the sense that we are departing from a prescribed course. We cross a threshold, and then the fabric of events alters. The “news” is different. Solid becomes liquid, liquid becomes vapor, and vapor becomes open space. The space is waiting for us to do something. The space has no plan. It is calm. The challenges we assumed were there are missing. Those challenges were the last meal we consumed on the last day of old time. Now we walk and look up at the night sky. We are satiated and satisfied. Now we can do something different.

We really do not need perfumed nostalgia. Looking to the future, we feel an anticipation of dimensions. This more than supplants the past.

You manifest what you will, and so will I, and in the process, you and I will use our powers for good.

That is a very pleasant, even ecstatic prospect to contemplate.

A few weeks ago, I had my first inkling of the change, when I was invited to speak at the funeral service of a cousin. As I stood there in the church looking out at the mourners, I wondered what they would do if, out of the blue, James strolled in the door and danced up the aisle.

I couldn’t help wondering how the family and friends would feel if they saw him in that church, in the flesh. A few of them, I was sure, injected with shocks of lightning, interrupted from their proper grieving, would express outrage. How dare James return!

There is a way events are programmed to proceed, and people prepare their responses. They are tuned like instruments.

Given the choice, would you prefer to surrender to the occasion of a fallen friend, or suddenly find him back in your midst?

Suppose the friend, in some form, is always with you? Is that too hard to believe?

I can tell you this. I was less alive when I began writing these words than I am now.


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.

Ancient Tibetan magicians and the reality game

Ancient Tibetan magicians and the reality game

by Jon Rappoport

April 22, 2018

In this memo, I refer to ancient Tibetan magicians. They were the people who operated on the fringes, before a theocracy came in and took over.

They used techniques to enhance individual imagination and creative power in far-reaching ways. They had apparently come from India, where they’d been kicked out of university teaching positions, because they contradicted the prevailing religious consensus.

They were not so impressed by the universe that they thought they should bow down to it. Quite the opposite. Therefore, their popularity was limited. This did not matter to them.

They pointed to the highest concepts of the prevailing culture as examples of obstruction. Obstruction in the path of expanding creative power…

Memo:

“Things as they are” presents special problems. Although it may seem “things as they are” encompasses the entire field of operation, this is not so. THINGS AS THEY ARE is a concept. It is closely held by the mind. This is a particular bias in thinking. It presupposes that “things” function according to rules, and the rules are within the game. But the game is subject to the action of invention and imagination. No game can stand up to imagination. AI is a game. It is a combination of complex systems. AI can rearrange any number of elements, but this is not the totality of imagination. Imagination can introduce new never before seen elements, for example. These elements render the game null and void. A magician, as defined by the ancient Tibetans, would be able to overturn any system or game. He is not operating within any set of archetypes. He is canceling or inventing energy. He is absent of devotion to things as they are. He is not devising strategies within the game. He is not interested in ritual or ceremony. He has no synthetic ideology. The priest class rose up to control the population. The magician was not interested in control. He saw it as a primitive substitute for endless invention and imagination. The need to control is a signal of surrender of one’s own inherent capacities. Populations are trained into the timid use of energies, internal energies. They only know how to use machines to employ energy. The Tibetan magician was not interested in winning converts. There was nothing to convert people to. The magician was not interested in spreading ideas. He had no church or temple. He saw organized religion as a further metaphysical extension of things as they are. People are addicted to gobbling up things as they are. This is the reality game. The magician saw the coalesced shapes of energy in the world as workable items that defined a limited field of operation. Beyond that, the shapes were illusions. They could be deleted. They could be created. The magician was an artist of reality. He could invent new shapes, new realities. This is an insight available to any human. But he has to envision it and use it. Use it again and again. Then he begins to see how extensive the illusion of the collective is. He sees the vaporous clouds of Need that control the masses. Their own need is at the bottom of it. The anti-magician says: WHAT IS YOUR NEED? I WILL SATISFY IT. I WILL FEED IT. Plug into shallow pleasure centers and develop amnesia about everything else. The magician is operating from other centers. His own. He invents his own pleasure centers. He doesn’t surrender to primitive electromagnetic signals. The background noise and signals of Earth culture have been morphed into expressions of NEED. CONTROL THE NEED, CONTROL THE SATISFACTION OF THE NEED. This is the reality game.


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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.

Physics, the cosmos, and perception

Physics, the cosmos, and perception

by Jon Rappoport

April 13, 2018

Whenever physicists and spin-off commentators start talking about Quantum Theory, they always come back to the question about perception:

How much of what we perceive with our eyes, our minds, our instruments is really there, and how much depends on how we are looking at it, or the fact that we are looking at it?

This question fascinates people.  It should.

Perception itself is shaped by imagination.

In case you hadn’t noticed, more and more scientific emphasis is being placed on genetics, DNA, the workings of the brain, as a way of explaining the “function” of the human being at every level.

However, most levels aren’t even touched by this exploration.

A person whose imagination is asleep wouldn’t know that.

If you want to use the world “evolution,” then say that the next stage of evolution involves the human being living by and through imagination.

When I make this point, I’m sometimes asked, “But what would we imagine?”  That’s like an acting student telling his coach, “You want me to improvise this role?  What should I spontaneously improvise?”

People are heavily invested in What Is.  They are so heavily invested they don’t want to take their eye off that ball.  They want to stay with What Is all the way into the grave.  They have taught themselves to believe this is what they’re supposed to do.  This is life.  This is what it means.  Which is like saying, “I’m blind to 99.9 percent of What Could Be, because I’ve sold out to What Is.”

If the universe could talk, it would say, “I’m playing a massive joke on you.  I’m sitting here with all my titanic mass and energy and I’m convincing you that What Is is your best play.  I’m giving you the very best reason to stay with What Is.  But I’m just one work of art out of a possible infinite number of works of art.  And here’s the kicker.  You can create your own.”

Some people are inspired by that idea, and some people don’t want to hear it.

For most people, let’s face it, the devotion to What Is is a religion.  It sums up their lives and concerns and actions and thoughts.

Here is a note I made in preparation for my first collection, The Matrix Revealed:

“Conditioning is focused on planting false realities.  But that program would have no chance of succeeding unless people were already married to the notion that there is a single and final reality.  That’s the key.  If you break through and understand that delusion, you enter a whole different territory.  You go from thinking you’re in a museum that has only one painting to realizing the museum has a thousand paintings—and then you wake up even more, and you see that you could be a painter.”


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.

My experience with a forgotten language

My experience with a forgotten language

by Jon Rappoport

March 20, 2018

I have great respect for any well-formed language—for its ability to engender the use of logic, for its capacity to embody grand leaps of poetry and imagination.

I’ve also had experiences with what could be called forgotten languages of vastly different kinds.

In 1995, I was living and painting in a small studio in Los Angeles. I was painting rows of black shapes on large pieces of board (4 feet by 2 feet). I was improvising these shapes. I had no plan or system in mind.

One day, I was lying on my bed looking at several of the boards leaning against the opposite wall. Suddenly, and for a few moments, the shapes spoke to me. The effect was tremendous.

They didn’t speak in words. They conveyed immediate sensations of flying. Flying in upper reaches.

Afterwards, I gave the experience some thought.

A language which communicates direct feelings and sensations. No intermediary translation necessary or possible. Not words into feelings, but feelings without filtering…

Suppose there are languages which—if a person can deal with them—keep pumping through DIFFERENT AND CHANGING sensations and feelings. But each burst is undeniable and vivid.

Each “painted shape” is a changeling. It never broadcasts the same thing twice.

But at every moment, it’s powerful and clear.

The shape doesn’t give you literal or metaphorical meaning. It gives you experience.

You’re flying. You’re running through a desert. You’re swimming in a boundless ocean. These experiences are somehow transmitted.

This makes no sense, in terms of languages with which we are familiar.

How is this possible?

Perhaps, in my case, as the painter, it’s because I was spontaneously improvising the shapes. The “in the moment” factor was outside any system. Outside any consensus.

In certain types of Zen painting (black and white) where the artist delivers “abstract” lines and strokes and shapes to the paper, something about these brush strokes is alive. You don’t need to know what “they represent.” They don’t represent anything. They don’t refer. They don’t symbolize. They ARE.

Is this mystical? No. It’s more real than real.

Why were certain Zen painters engaged in improvisation? Because their whole effort involved offloading preconceptions and metaphysical baggage. They had a philosophy of “no philosophy.” And yet they were very much about action. There was no passivity in them.

Most “civilized” people would reject this kind of painting, because they find no obvious meaning in it. These civilized ones would say, “I have stacks of ideas and thoughts and systems and meanings and references in my mind. I want what I look at to engage with these meanings in some way. If not, I conclude I’m looking at something senseless.”

Is the direct experience of love senseless because it can’t be accurately described in words? Judging by people’s reactions, it wouldn’t seem so.

My experiences with “forgotten languages” suggests, to me, that we have untapped areas of potential connection and understanding which go beyond all conventional expectations.

This has nothing to do with brains or computers. It has to do with innate dormant faculties.

For me, a faculty was awakened for a few moments, by paintings I’d made.

The closest analogy I can think of is the “language” of music. I listen to the same symphony a dozen times. Each time my experience is different. And vivid and immediate. If I’m in the moment, I’m not making all sorts of references to the English language in order to interpret what I’m hearing. The meaning is coming through directly.

This kind of musical experience happens to untold numbers of people every day. No one doubts its power. And yet, there are no words to define it.

We accept the unexplained when we are hearing it. But we’re reluctant to accept it when we see it (painting). Why? Because we’re conditioned to believe seeing is all about “the ordinary” and “realism.”

It isn’t. It doesn’t have to be.

Seeing doesn’t have to be a shackle that binds us permanently to “things as they are.”

“Things as they are and must be” is a program of the reality machine.

“Things as they are” is a platform we can all share. We can remain grounded in it and yet also experience fantastically exhilarating “exits” into other realms.

Many other experiences await us.


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.

Physics, free will, and imagination

Physics, free will, and imagination

by Jon Rappoport

March 19, 2018

PART ONE: Conventional physicists will tell you that none of the components of the universe (atoms, electrons, photons, quarks, wavicles) exhibits freedom.

The particles don’t contain anything that could be called freedom.

Physicists will also tell you that everything in the universe, including human bodies and brains, is made up of these very same particles and nothing else.

They will tell you that mind is simply and only the brain.

Therefore, nowhere in body, brain, or mind is there any quality that makes freedom possible.

Freedom=the power of an individual to choose A rather B; to decide to do something or not do it; to invent a possibility and then follow it with action.

According to conventional physics, there is no freedom. It’s not possible. It’s a fantasy.

That’s the consensus of the conventional physicists. Contrary to every impulse, awareness, or thought you might have about your freedom, you’re wrong. You’re absolutely deluded.

Aside from the majestic absurdity of the physicists’ position, you should also know that, in the partnership between government and science, there is no limit on what programming will be tried on citizens—because, since key persons in that elite partnership are convinced that freedom is an illusion, it doesn’t matter what they do to us.

It’s just replacing one deterministic program with another.

That’s their view, and I hope you understand it.

If you pushed them into a corner, they would assert that the entire history of the struggle to attain freedom for the individual, against top-down tyrannies, was a meaningless enterprise—because, according to their “findings,” freedom never existed at any time, anywhere. It could never exist. Life is only unconscious particles moving through space and time.

But we, who know how ridiculous that story is, need to admit something:

Since is freedom is quite real, it exists outside the fabric of the physical. Freedom is non-material.

And this is a bolt of lightning. It is, when viewed properly, an inspiration of the first order.

It opens up limitless territory.

If individual freedom is that huge and that profound, then what does that say about the potential of the individual?

The most important covert ops are aimed at rejecting this potential, at making us believe we are dues-paying card-carrying members of Automatic Predetermined Life.

That’s the materialistic op. That’s the “Spiritual CIA.”

That’s the issue which will decide our future.

How much freedom and, therefore, power will we admit we have?

What fake shrunken stories will we sell ourselves, in order to slip back into the materialistic cocoon?

The philosophy and “science” of materialism is about far more than the intellectual discussion of what humans are and aren’t. It’s about you. It’s about what you’re capable of, once you offload the imposed limits of this “normal” civilization.

Getting the picture?

And how does a person begin to think about a stunningly expanded notion of his own freedom? Not by consulting “things as they are.” Instead, he uses the faculty which has been downplayed as a plaything for children—when in fact it is a limitless faculty:

IMAGINATION.

PART TWO: You’re in a tower, that place from which you can write what had never been in your mind before.

You can topple false gods and grind them down and make soup out of the flour. You’re rearranging the closets of reality. You’re the riverboat gambler. There is no sentimental attachment to the mob, the crowd, the mass, the group.

The whole point of readers is the possibility that they’ll suddenly be brought up short. In your words, they’ll see a few drops of rain falling out of a sky that has no clouds. They’ll catch on. They’ll realize that invention is the joker in the deck—and they can not bother to play the game at all. Because there is a new activity above the game.

When the poet follows one line with a massive leap into another line, and when the connection isn’t ordinary but somehow makes a startling amount of sense, the poet has demonstrated, in a very specific way, that he’s flying. He’s flying and running with great giant strides. Out of the gloom.

One page, 50 pages, 100 pages, it doesn’t matter. The walls and ceiling, somewhere, are shattering. It’s as if, somewhere in the world, on a street corner, where planes of the sky meet, a few people notice the stitching that holds them together, and it’s coming apart. The sky breaks open, and another sky sits behind it.

That is magic, and it doesn’t matter to the writer how many people realize it. That isn’t his preoccupation. If it were, he would never be able to pull off the feat.

He came from a town with water wheels and a river and mysterious old blackened factories sitting on the banks. In the factories, reality was manufactured in uncountable and unconscionable ways. The products slid down the ramps of the loading docks. They were artifacts of the wizards of Is. The wizards were populating the world with this Is and that Is and millions of Is. They were in the business of telling him all about essences. They were sending him their physical and metaphysical messages about existence, about its composition and makeup and meaning and he was supposed to crawl up inside those shining objects and feel his way along them. But he found his inherent power to reject them. By going beyond them.

The writer invented another world, and the reader saw that.

The reader said, “Maybe I can do that, too.”

PART THREE: These are notes I made while preparing my collection, EXIT FROM THE MATRIX

“The ancient practice of magic, the occult, the ceremonial, the transcendent relies on, and refers back to imagination. The seeker—without him knowing it—was nudged into engaging with his own imagination.”

“That was the key. But the engagement was concealed. Therefore, the experiences and effects were spotty and unreliable. The direct road is knowing you are imagining and inventing and creating.”

“The one exception in ancient times was Tibet. There the practitioners were consciously creating reality. I’m updating their practices with dozens of my own imagination exercises. None of these exercises requires some metaphysical belief in a system or a religion.”

“Creative power is the bottom line. With enough imagination- practice comes an unending series of insights, unique to each individual.”

Invent a better 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.