Dane Rudhyar on Art

by Jon Rappoport

June 21, 2022

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“Logic is a mirror of how the physical world operates. It is a vital tool. Imagination is the capacity to make new and different worlds, an unlimited number of them, which can operate on no particular basis at all.” (The Magician Awakes, Jon Rappoport)

Here is an interesting statement from Dane Rudhyar (1895-1985), about his painting. Rudhyar was a world-famous astrologer, and also a philosopher, painter, and composer.

“It does not seem important to me that people seeing my paintings should know what I felt, why and how I produced them. The essential thing is the viewers’ response — what the paintings do to them, what arises in them as a result of their seeing the paintings, of their relationship with the painting. It is, I believe, a matter of relationship: ‘something’ in the painting meets ‘something’ in the spectator; what is important is the character and quality of this meeting.”

“…These youths are also often greatly impressed by my paintings, yet at the same time they are puzzled by them. I am repeatedly asked what the paintings mean, how the evident symbols in them are to be understood…”

“When facing my paintings, a person’s reaction is often that I must have used such geometrical or biologically suggestive symbols deliberately, knowing exactly why I used them. People frequently are shocked when I tell them that I did not have precise intentions and did not think of traditional meanings. Then they often want to speak of ‘the Unconscious’ — my personal unconscious or the ‘collective Unconscious’…”

“They are even more puzzled if I tell them that they should forget the traditional system of knowledge and simply try to experience the drawing and allow it to speak to them and communicate a ‘mystery’ which perhaps transcends or has meaning besides the traditional knowledge.”

“Nearly twenty years ago while in Paris, I attended meetings and lectures at a well-publicized Congrés du symbolisme in the elegant and ultramodern UNESCO Building. At the close of the sessions I vividly realized that the lecturers always spoke of symbols in the past, referring almost exclusively to ancient cultural epochs and traditions. A very intelligent woman I had met who was enthusiastic about all that had taken place asked about my reaction to the Congress. I expressed my deep interest in the proceedings, but added that I felt the talks had been almost entirely, about the past. She looked at me with a puzzled expression and said, ‘But the past is all we know. We do not know the future!’ To which I replied, ‘Of course we do not know the future, but we are creating it!’ The lady gave me a strange look; she could not grasp the meaning of what I had said, and our conversation ended very soon.”

If you say the voyage of imagination is spiritual, people immediately want to know which spiritual system you are talking about, or which principles. They want art and creation to be an expression of that which is already understood.

But art is not a descriptive sign hanging on the entrance to the cosmos.

Every piece of art is its own cosmos.

It needs no myth structure or origin-story or cultural precedent.

Art is the great exception to every rule of the universe.

If this isn’t magic, nothing is.


FURTHER READING: “The Future of the Future”


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Writing about writing

by Jon Rappoport

June 13, 2022

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Some days, there is nothing. You sit at the computer and you don’t find the tag-end you can pull, which will release a flow of words. But those can turn into the best days, because late in the afternoon or early in the evening, a spark comes and you’re off. You’re launched in a new direction, on a new course. You’re “in the tower,” that place from which you can say what had never been in your mind before. Gold coins are dropping. You’re electric again. When you’ve had enough of those days, you know you’re a writer because you’ve endured the dry patches of desert. You’ve refused to give up. You can still topple false gods and grind them down and make soup out of the flour. You can see the slices of blue among the clouds, or you can turn away from the blue and welcome the coming storm. Nothing will stop you. You’re not crazy, you’re beyond crazy, on the other side. You’re rearranging the closets of reality, you’re burning the closets, you’re shoving in all your chips on spaces you yourself are inventing. You’re the riverboat gambler. You’re your own president. There is no sentimental attachment to the mob, the crowd, the mass, the group. You no longer look for the easy way out. You’ve left that in the dust. The whole point of audience for the writer is the possibility that they will 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 remove that card and never 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 clear but somehow makes a startling amount of sense, the poet has demonstrated that he doesn’t care. He’s flying. That’s all. He’s flying and running with great giant strides. Into the gloom. Out of the gloom. No theories apply. No rules are spinning their wheels. One page, 50 pages, a hundred pages, it doesn’t matter. The walls and ceiling, somewhere, are shattering. 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. How far can the writer go? There is no limit. How far can imagination go? These are the great days. Every day has possibility. I came from a town with water wheels and rivers and mysterious old blackened factories sitting on the banks. It was your town, too. In the factories, reality was manufactured in uncountable and unconscionable ways. We ran along the banks and with our invisible pistols and rifles, we shot the products that slid down the ramps of the loading docks. We didn’t know what we were shooting, but we knew they were artifacts of the wizards of Is. They were populating the world with this Is and that Is and millions of Is. The wizards were in the business of mass production. They were telling us all about essences. They were sending us their physical and metaphysical messages about existence, about its composition and makeup and meaning and we were supposed to crawl up inside those shining objects and feel our way along them, in never-ending mazes. We shot them down with our invisible guns. We scorched them and rendered them useless. We moved according to our instincts. We ran and we flew. The days were long, so long they never ended, and even now they are still stretching out past the horizon. Some days, there is nothing. You sit at the computer and you don’t find the tag-end you can pull, which will release a flow of words. But those can turn into the best days, because late in the afternoon or early in the evening, a spark comes and you’re off. You’re launched in a new direction, on a new course. You’re “in the tower,” that place from which you can say what had never been in your mind before. Gold coins are dropping. You’re electric again.


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The Case Against The Magician

by Jon Rappoport

June 9, 2022

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Note to the reader: I did not write this article. It was penned by Frank Hostage-Taker Craven III, a distant acquaintance. He claims to be able to see the future and report on it. I take no responsibility for his work. And by the way, he also claims he lives in several different time periods. Simultaneously.

Here we go:

As some of you know, until last spring I was a professor of literature at Princemouth College, on the rim of the Milky Way, at which time I was fired for “reckless behavior.” When charges were brought against me by the College Integrity Commission, I was told by the Dean of Behavior:

“Violations of the College Code have been observed and verified. We aren’t at liberty to name those violations, because they might multiply the effects of your actions.”

Without the ability, therefore, to defend myself, I had no recourse.

But NOW, through the efforts of former students, the charges have been exposed. I am grateful for their help.

THIS IS WHY I WAS FIRED. On the afternoon of April 12, 2062, in the Grove, on the east edge of campus, I performed a magic trick for several dozen sophomores who were meeting to discuss a proposed tuition hike.

I held out my hand and made an apple appear.

Later that day, one student told the Dean I had frightened him. He claimed there was no way I could have produced the apple through “stage trickery.” He stated I had actually “manifested” the apple. And this he found upsetting.

In a subsequent note he wrote to the president of the College, he reasoned: “If the Professor could do that (make the apple appear), then all current laws of motion and energy are suspended, and if this is possible, then what other unpredictable irregularities might I encounter here on campus? I came to the College to study science. Now, I am afraid. I have disturbing dreams at night. I’ve sought help at the campus clinic. I have been prescribed medication, and I’m receiving therapy three times a week. Frankly, my life is a shambles. My values have been shaken.”

On that basis, I was charged, found guilty, and expelled from my job.

Before I left for Earth, I was harassed by reporters.

Now I live in Miam II, beyond the reach of College authorities.

And I can tell you:

I did, in fact, materialize the apple out of nothing.

I’m freely admitting this, because I want to discover whether it disturbs people sufficiently to make me conclude that Earth society, too, is living in a Dark Age.

If the answer turns out to be yes, I will make a stand, because the prospect of emigrating again is deeply unpleasant. And when I say make a stand, I mean I will perform other “tricks.”

But this time, I’ll do more than simply conjure an apple in my hand.

I’ll render visible a hole in space that already exists above the planet, at an altitude of 60,000 miles, where energy is pouring in from another universe. When that happens, and when its implications are digested, many scientists will see a way to channel and utilize this energy to replace older inadequate forms of fuel.

That will engender chaos.

Fed up with blindness and insanity, I’ll step out of the shadows and declare my independence.

When in the course of events, it becomes necessary to resign from “the old world,” it is best done in spectacular style, and with maximum impact.

There are further “tricks” coming. What if, for example, many, many persons who are currently weaving a false story to convince others they are chronic victims are suddenly and simultaneously exposed? What if these tales are instantly and widely perceived as a fraud, despite all protestations to the contrary? I assure you, such a revelation is possible. The bell hanging from the cat’s neck will ring.

Suppose millions of soldiers from dozens of nations suddenly understand they have been killing people for no reason?

Suppose, at the flick of a switch, hundreds of thousands of criminals and thugs begin confessing their crimes?

And if craven liars, who are self-appointed leaders of various groups, are viewed, from a correct angle, as panderers and sellers of hatred and poisonous divisiveness, what then?

I assure you, all this is as possible as snow falling on a winter afternoon.

These days, in order to watch and experience a faded imitation of such feats, you file into dark theaters and feel your adrenaline move, as superhuman heroes enact justice.

Tomorrow, you will see it for real.

If, however, I am left alone to be what I fully am, then I will allow you to play out your dramas on a stage of your own choosing.

I have made no investment in your shared reality-consensus. I haven’t walked in your shoes; nor do I care to.

I can tolerate you. I’m not sure whether you can tolerate me.

But all will be revealed soon enough.

There is nothing in the universe, or beyond it, that legislates we should all be the same. That may come as a shock to some of you—but I fully understand your “egalitarian attitude” is something you’ve invented to comfort you in a false haven.

This statement is my own declaration of Difference.

Let the chips fall where they may.

My recent journey began on the afternoon I invented an apple out of nothing. But notice I didn’t follow through, as your ancient oppressors did, by adding the garden and the tree and the snake and the guilt and the “first two humans.” I merely performed a trick. That’s the naked power that’s concealed behind the organized religions so many of you accept.

Which is probably why I’ll have to do more tricks. Because, while you elevate religion, you don’t like magic.

Oh…wait a minute. What was I saying? I went off. I didn’t perform magic. The apple was concealed inside my coat. Of course, we’re all small people living in a big world and we have to bow down to our superiors and submit to mysteries we’ll never understand. That’s the human condition. We have to make the best of it. We’re all in the same boat. We shouldn’t take actions that might possibly offend anyone else. Don’t stand out. Get along. It’s all hopeless. We have no chance against the powers-that-be. We’re weak docile creatures. We were made that way. Our leaders know what is best.


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The Extraterrestrial, the self-important Earth Person, and the Pig

by Jon Rappoport

June 8, 2022

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There was no ship and no landing.

The ET just coalesced as a shining stick figure in the living room of James Smyth III, the chairman of the International Association of Art Museums. It was late in the evening, and Smyth was alone.

The chairman registered no shock. The ET said, “I chose you as my initial contact, because you have connections in politics and media.”

“I might be able to sponsor a conference.”

“I want private talks.”

“Oh. Yes. Of course.”

Then this interchange occurred:

You know, Mr. Smyth, the most significant subject I could broach is Reality.

I’ve often thought about it while walking the lonely halls of an empty museum late at night—

Reality is elastic. But in order to see that, a person has to deploy his imagination. Otherwise, Reality can appear to be a block of steel.

You know, I’ve seen and talked with very famous celebrities. Some of them seem to have a glow around them. Is there a way to change my DNA so I can emit that glow?

Mr. Smyth, if Reality had a plan, it would be to stay where it is and say it can’t change. Reality is a form of propaganda. The deeper you drill into the propaganda, the more you realize the very basics—for instance, space and time—are provisional.

One of our former presidents, Bill Clinton, was very interested in UFOs. I know Bill. I might be able to arrange an event at one of the museums here in New York. The publicity would be enormous. I could introduce you; make a short speech. It would be a charity fundraiser.

Some of the most convincing and oppressive Realities, Mr. Smyth, are built on nothing. That’s what you find at the bottom of your search, if you go deep enough. When you expose this, people have a chance to wake up. The hypnotic trance they’re in tends to dissipate.

I visit my barber every week. I have a standing appointment. My tailor has made several different kinds of British suits for me. But something in my persona is lacking. Are there any tricks you could teach me? I want to convey a sense of…I want people to come to attention when I enter a room.

Humans specialize in Reality-addiction. They’re convinced that what they see and feel is all there is. The One Reality. But there are a potentially unlimited number of Realities that can be invented. The individual invents them.

I once contemplated a run for a seat in the Senate. I had financial backers. But in the end, our team decided I just didn’t have the name recognition. We had Jimmy Carter come in and talk with us. He said he didn’t think I was a good fit for politics. It would have been quite a different career path than the one I finally chose. I think my family was disappointed. Our daughter had taken a tour of the White House as a child, and she was in love with the idea of actually living there…

Some of the biggest discoveries a person makes come from imagining how Reality COULD be, contrasted against how it IS. Seeing both, side by side…then perception and thought change.

Sixty years ago, the Metropolitan Museum bought a minor Rembrandt. It never drew the crowds the Board expected. Now the most important donors want to sell it. They’ve asked for my opinion. Rather than write a report, I’m going to make a video presentation. I’m trying to decide whether to bring the film crew here to the house, or speak against the background of the River and the majestic skyline of the city.

Inventing new Realities causes radically positive changes in chemical processes of cells of the body, hormone levels, and other less-noticed energies. We saw this happen with Rodin.

On the second floor of the Metropolitan, we have a lovely Rodin. I wanted to move it down to the lobby, but I was outvoted. Basically, the Council was launching a little power play against me.

At a deep level, most humans are programmed with crude concepts of symmetry, balance, harmonization, and organization. They automatically reject anything outside those parameters as dissonance and noise. They ignore whole universes.

My good friend Melania Trump came to me with a proposal to launch a traveling exhibition of the history of Western fashion. I thought it was a bold notion. But the political atmosphere was poisonous. We just couldn’t raise interest. The New York papers went after me hammer and tongs. One reporter called me “a fascist in sheep’s clothing.” Can you believe it? We were just talking about hats. Hats and dresses. And suddenly I was Mussolini.

In Tibet, fifteen centuries ago, before the priest-class moved in with their metaphysical baggage and set up a theocracy, adepts lived up in the cold mountains and practiced exercises designed to make them see, once and for all, that universe was a product of mind. From that point on, an individual could alter space and time. He could make a forest disappear and reappear.

I hate to cut this short, but I have to take a call from Japan. We’re bringing over several Hokusai drawings next month. The minister of culture is an old friend of mine. His son and my daughter went to Princeton together. But anytime you’d like to come back—

—The extraterrestrial made a slight motion and changed Mr. Smyth into a large pig.

The pig wandered around the room sniffing the furniture.

The pig said, “I forgot to mention that one of President Biden’s advisors on foreign policy is a former member of the Museum Association. She has a summer cottage just outside Brattleboro. Perhaps I could make arrangements for you two to sit down and have a chat. Many years ago, when she came to work for us, I mentored her on fundraising and prestige. Donors want be connected to their gifts in a variety of public ways.”

The extraterrestrial dropped an ear of corn on the floor and vanished.

Several months later, after appearances on Face the Nation, Meet the Press, and the PBS News Hour, the pig announced he was running for a seat in the US Senate. His opening poll numbers were through the roof.

However, since he was on the ticket as a Republican, New York Democrat party leaders were alarmed. Kamala Harris flew up from Washington and huddled with PR pros at the Rockefeller Institute.

Two days later, Anthony Fauci retired from public life, and President Biden offered the pig the vacant position of White House chief coronavirus advisor.

Pledging to serve the nation in a time of crisis, the pig accepted. He told reporters, “I follow the science, just as my good friend Dr. Fauci did. The vaccine is remarkably safe and effective. It’s the only way out of the lockdowns and the trough of government bailouts. It’s how we get to herd immunity…”


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Many universes

by Jon Rappoport

June 7, 2022

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There are many universes. And that means there are many inventors of universes.

Some universe are designed with technology, some are made whole, like improvised paintings.

There are simple universes and complicated ones.

The painters who make universes are free from the restraints civilizations place on artists, and are free from myriad self-imposed restraints…because they want to be.

They don’t need spiritual or cosmological content delivered by external authorities. They invent cosmological content.

They don’t need symbols packed with meaning. They invent symbols and imbue them with singular, or multiple, or endless meanings. Or they decline to use symbols altogether.

They don’t need to look for answers. They don’t need answers at all, because they have no questions.

They don’t rule populations. They don’t rule anyone.

They don’t need tragedy or irony or limitation of any kind to attach to, and embed in, their art.

They’ve left behind any semblance of passivity.

They experience the ecstasy of creating.

Why shouldn’t they?

“Any great work of art…revives and readapts time and space and the measure of its success is the extent to which it makes you an inhabitant of that world—the extent to which it invites you in and lets you breathe its strange, special air.” (Leonard Bernstein)


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“Parallel-universe therapy”

by Jon Rappoport

June 2, 2022

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One of the best questions a person asks himself is, “What if…?”

People do ask themselves that question all the time, but they rarely take it seriously.

They prefer to keep the answers at arm’s length. They prefer to assign someone else the task of putting answers into action.

“What if…” sets up a kind of parallel universe, in which things are quite different.

It’s no surprise that artists ask the question; then they answer it with novels and plays and paintings and films.

For the individual, the question always suggests taking a new course in life, changing the old framework. As one edges closer to initiating action, body and mind and psyche go into an anticipatory state of high energy.

“Yes, do it. This is good.”

It’s especially good because the subconscious sees new possibility, and not just along one line; it sees multiple dimensions of action—trees sprouting many branches.

It’s as if the old you were moving along a single path…and now you have length, breadth, and depth.

Shapes of potential fulfillment appear in space.

The subconscious wants to provide fuel for that many-pronged fire. I say many-pronged, because the subconscious is itself multidimensional; and its problem is: the individual seems not to be aware of that.

The individual treats the subconscious as if its material can only fit into a single thin stream of information.

As an analogy, consider an order coming down that the Michelangelo Sistine Chapel, wall and ceiling, must be laid out flat in a single plane, or that all the characters in Velazquez’ Maids of Honor must be standing along side the central child, Infanta Margaret Theresa, in the foreground of the painting.

When “What if…?” is asked and answered in its full scope, the person not only sees a new life but a new kind of life, in which a goal connects to multiple dimensions.

What this means for the seeker is far from an habitual response. It entails exploration. It implies a creative life.

Instead of imagining a few lamps that go on in a dark room, we are talking about numerous points of illumination that reveal a mansion with many wings.

We move from a single point to a line to two-dimensional figures to volume in three dimensions, to more and more previously unseen dimensions.

The subconscious is thus given its due and liberated.

The invention of film was an event to suit this state of affairs. A number of the earliest films were really dreams placed on the screen. They subordinated a simple story to miraculous happenings that occur in dreams. Happenings that surpass the so-called laws of the space-time continuum.

The creative life, lived by and through imagination, will naturally expand to include more and more dimensions, unless throttled.

“What if…?” then, finally, is answered, not by some trained android system, but by the imagination.

A person’s past, and what happened in that past, is no longer a cultural artifact for explaining how and why the individual is limited in the present, but instead is seen as buds that can bloom into an infinite variety of Future.

The fulfillment of desire in the physical world seems to operate on one basic idea: discover what you want and go get it. However, when you follow that path with imagination, new spaces swim into view, new objectives, new branches on the tree.

This kind of expansion reflects what Self is really after: unlimited creation.

The cells of the body, the brain, the mind, the consciousness, the subconscious are all waiting for that, are all hoping for it, are all geared up for it.

Whether they are all dressed up with nowhere to go…or will be enlisted in a grand adventure, is up to the individual himself.

The illusion presented by the physical world is: one objective, one course of action, one strategy. But even in the realm of science, we see this is only a partial explanation of what is going on. When breakthroughs are made, they are accomplished through leaps of imagination. There are gaps between what was previously known and what is suddenly known now.

Those gaps aren’t crossed by purely rational means. In retrospect it may seem that way, it may be told that way, but the discoverer and the inventor are accessing and creating solutions by introducing new dimensions.

In a person’s life, the same approach applies. There are endless opportunities for imagining and creating new roads.

These roads are new spaces, worlds, universes.

In many fields of alternative inquiry—history, archeology, science, economics, etc., undisclosed dimensions are revealed. So it is with the human being himself and his creative potential. What is considered hard fact dissolves, and imagination comes to the fore as the alchemical force that transmutes a few dimensions into an unlimited number.

Our societies, civilizations, and traditional teachings (indoctrination) seek to exclude and bury this infinity.


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NYC subway shooting: nobody has to explain this?

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Here’s a look at one aspect of the reality machine:

In the New Culture, a man with an extensive criminal background, with cases still pending, can commit a new murder, and no one has to explain how this happens.

That’s the rule.

There is no scandal. No one is fired.

The only “explanation” is: too many guns are available.

ABC News: “The alleged suspect in the unprovoked fatal shooting of 48-year-old Daniel Enriquez on a Q train in New York City was ordered held without bail on Wednesday.”

“Andrew Abdullah, 25, of Brooklyn, was arrested Wednesday after arranging a surrender through his pastor to officers at the 5th precinct, according to law enforcement sources.”

“During a court appearance Wednesday, prosecutors described Abdullah as a man with an extensive criminal history who, after allegedly shooting Enriquez in the chest, told the other passengers to put their cell phones away, according to ABC New York station WABC.”

“Abdullah has about 20 prior arrests, including an outstanding gun charge from last year, according to sources. He also has prior arrests for assault, robbery, menacing and grand larceny, sources said.”

“Abdullah has three cases that are still pending, including an April arrest for fourth-degree criminal possession of stolen property for allegedly being found with a stolen motorcycle, as well as a June 2021 arrest for violating a protective order and March 2021 arrest for assault.”

But he’s out of jail, walking around?

“In January 2020, Abdullah was arrested as part of a gun-related case and in May 2017 he was charged with second-degree attempted murder as part of an 83-count federal indictment of the Harlem-based street gangs Fast Money and Nine Block. Abdullah was sentenced to three years in federal prison, but served just four months before being released in 2019.”

I see. Sentenced to three years, but served only four months.

How? Why?

ABC News apparently feels no need to find out.

NYC Mayor Eric Adams isn’t asking, either.

New rule. Don’t ask, don’t tell.

It’s just the New Normal.

—1997 movie, Devil’s Advocate. After young ambitious attorney Keanu Reeves learns his boss in an endlessly corrupt NY law firm, Al Pacino, is a) his father, and b) Satan, Keanu, a bit PUT OFF, asks dad why he’s in the law business, why he’s chosen that vehicle; and Al says:

“Because, the law, my boy, puts us into everything. It’s the ultimate backstage pass. It’s the new priesthood, baby. Did you know there are more students in law school than lawyers walking the Earth? We’re coming out…guns blazing! The two of you—all of us, acquittal after acquittal after acquittal—until the stench of it reaches so high and far into Heaven, it chokes the whole fucking lot of them!”

Just a thought.


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There was one grain of the universe left, only one

by Jon Rappoport

May 31, 2022

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And 500 million researchers were trying to figure it out.

They studied it from every angle, like police trying to solve a crime.

A crime so vast they were awed.

They forgot how long they had been working on the problem, when the music started.

It was loud and bombastic, and then they were all in a living room, in a remote castle that spanned a desert planet. People were dancing and eating and talking. People they had never seen.

A man spoke through a series of endless loudspeakers: LOVERS ARE LOOKING FOR LOST LOVERS. THAT’S TODAY’S SPECIAL. IT’LL BREAK YOUR HEART. I MEAN IT. IT’LL BREAK YOUR HEART IN SO MANY WAYS YOU’LL NEVER BE ABLE TO PUT YOURSELF BACK TOGETHER AGAIN. IF YOU’VE EVER LOVED DOWN TO THE BOTTOM OF YOUR SOUL, YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN.

And suddenly, all those who didn’t know what he meant vanished. There were perhaps a million people left. Of those, all but 14 kept studying what they’d assumed, until a few moments ago, was the last grain of the universe. They couldn’t stop.

It took a long, long time for the 14 people to find and recognize each other.

And then there was an explosion and EVERYTHING (except the 14 people) was gone.

The 14 people knew they would make a new universe.

They didn’t know how.

Would it emerge around them?

Would it float in like clouds?

Would it stand off in a corner, a child without his supper?

The seven reunited couples didn’t care, and that, they soon discovered, was the key.

This shape, that shape, this principle, that principle, they were all tolerable; and no shape would guarantee a desired outcome in so far as BEHAVIOR was concerned.

But behavior was not the point. The seven couples were the whole point. Everything that happened after that would be all right.


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Modern Zen

by Jon Rappoport

May 25, 2022

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One thing I’ve learned from giving lectures to audiences over the years: never meet expectations.

“Expectations” is a large container waiting to be filled up. People have these containers. They lug them around with them. They want them to be filled up.

For example, if they expect shocking information from the speaker, and they get it, their expectations are met.

Audiences train themselves to be audiences, and their expectation-containers are ready when they sit down to listen.

There is something missing. Something monumental.

The present moment. The present now. The alive moment. Because, for all its fanfare and interest, the event is not really in the present.

This is by design. No one wants the moment. People’s whole lives are devoted to avoiding the moment, because it is spontaneous. That’s what a moment is. Spontaneous.

“Everyone can act. Everyone can improvise. Anyone who wishes to can play in the theater and learn to become ‘stage-worthy.’” (Viola Spolin)

No one is used to spontaneity. No one is prepared for it.

No one knows what they would do or how they would react in the spontaneous moment. That’s why it is avoided.

“Through spontaneity we are re-formed into ourselves.” (Viola Spolin)

Yet, the paradox is: people yearn for the spontaneous moment. They yearn for that freedom. It’s not freedom as an idea or concept, but freedom as a living thing.

I bring all this up because passivity is the universal effect of living for most people. In that state, they still have expectations and those big containers, but the way they receive information—they certainly don’t intend to climb up out of their own passivity. That’s the last thing they would do.

“It [spontaneity] creates an explosion that for the moment frees us from handed-down frames of reference, memory choked with old facts and information and undigested theories and techniques of other people’s findings. Spontaneity is the moment of personal freedom when we are faced with reality, and see it, explore it and act accordingly. In this reality the bits and pieces of ourselves function as an organic whole. It is the time of discovery, of experiencing, of creative expression.” (Viola Spolin)

So when I speak to audiences at live events, I find a way to remind them that we’re in a kind of false relationship. It’s interesting and false at the same time. There we are in a room, and I’m the speaker and they’re the audience. I’m active and they’re passive.

Those are our roles. Those are our functions. It’s accepted, but it’s unworkable. It’s self-defeating, unless we all want to be existing in a dead space outside the living present moment. And I don’t.

This means I have to readjust things. I have to let people know that I know they’re there. Right now. I know they’re listening, and I know they’re absorbing, and I know that beyond a certain point (10-15 minutes), they’re going to shift down into passive mode.

Finding a way, an interesting way to let them know is a challenge.

It’s really a challenge that extends to the whole world.

Are we alive or are we doing it by the numbers?

Look at any set-up, which is “the way things are supposed to be,” and “the parts that people are supposed to play,” and you can see light. The light is what could happen to upset that situation and turn it into something else. Something that would bring people in from the cold, into the moment itself.

Spontaneity means everything is created now.

That’s why I keep writing about imagination, because imagination will change a life. It won’t only change the content. It’ll change the way life happens.

Here’s something I can guarantee anywhere in the universe where beings populate planets, where they think, plan, strategize. They’re not living in the moment, but they claim they are. They’ll say, “How could I be anywhere else? We’re all in the present. That’s all there is.”

But they’re wrong. Their big containers are in the moment, and they’re waiting outside to accept the flow of information from the containers.

If a person (usually a hard-headed realist) thinks he’s already in the moment, have him go up on a stage with another person and take on the role of a galactic cop on patrol, questioning a suspect who is accused of stealing a planet. If the realist can eventually improvise and do it, he’ll experience being in the moment in a way he never has before.

Likewise, if he painted 200 paintings, something different would happen to him. He would come to the edge of what he already knows (which he’s expressing in the paintings), and then he would step off. He would do something on the paper or canvas which is not what he knows. It would arise spontaneously, and he would feel a new space, a new energy, a new now.

Imagination. Alive imagination. That’s the key. The key to the door that leads out of the Matrix.


What’s wrong with Zen?

Nothing is wrong with Zen, except the people who practice it.

That’s a joke. Sort of.

In the modern style, especially in America, Zen is mostly meditation, and more meditation, and more meditation, and the point of it seems to be to get to a zero point, where you can watch your own mind, your own thoughts, and finally, without effort, stay separate from them, separate from all that radio static, and separate also from your own unbidden parade of emotions that swing by with tooting horns and crashing cymbals and clacking drums and gawking dancing clowns.

A laudable goal.

But on the whole, how many people who do this wind up becoming passive? That’s the thing. People tend to opt for quietness.

Whereas, the whole idea ought to be: launch a tremendous amount of dynamic action from the platform of zero-stillness.

Because stillness as a way of life sooner or later begins to disintegrate.

In original Zen, there were ordeals. The teacher gave the student things to do, tasks which eventually became absurd, without discernible purpose. The teacher spoke to the student in riddles and wisecracks. The teacher drove the student into a state of desperation, because the student’s rational faculties, which were obsessively involved in systems, couldn’t supply answers to questions which defied logic.

The teacher did whatever he had to do to bring the student out over the edge of the cliff, where in mid-air, there were no foundations…and the student felt terror. But the teacher persisted.

And then, in one explosive moment, the student found himself floating in the air. He saw there was no need to explain his existence. There was no need to place a veil between himself and the present moment. He didn’t die. He was, finally, alive.

Who knows how this radical approach actually worked out in the many cloisters and huts and cottages where it was practiced, where the stories grew and expanded in their retelling.

Those old teachers were tough characters. They weren’t merely meditation instructors.

There was another aspect of Zen, which survives to this day. It could be summarized as: “become the other.” The archer becomes the target. He becomes the bow, the arrow, and the target.

The runner becomes the road and the air and the sky and the clouds. The artist becomes the canvas.

The theater of merging with the other.

And as in any theatrical setting, the actor can, by choice, merge with, and un-merge from, his role.

But again, in these times, the main thrust of Zen teaching seems to be meditation, and the culture of stillness, quietude, and passive acceptance.

I’m not saying the meditation is easy to do. It isn’t. But somehow, its environment has become circumscribed.

This is unsurprising in America, where every philosophic and spiritual import from Asia has been distorted and watered down for the seeker-consumer. The overriding intent has been to create The Quiet Person.

The world of action has been painted as too disturbing to the “student seeking inner peace.” Therefore, retreat. Therefore, set up a buffer zone within which all is harmonized and balanced.

Where is the Zen now that sends people out into the world to revolutionize it down to its core, that stimulates the desire to find and invent a Voice that will shatter delusions and create new realities that have never been seen before?

If the moment of insight, satori, doesn’t instigate this, what good is it?

How can satori be “seeing into one’s true nature,” if the result is a wan gaze out on a uniform landscape of soft-boiled bupkis?

The answer is obvious. Breaking apart, exploding the primary illusions and fears that hold an individual in check is not the goal of most Zen as it is now practiced. That objective has been replaced with the false promise that some ultimate “consciousness” will reconcile the soul with itself.

The way this promise is offered and the way it is taught and the way its surrounding social culture is embroidered is a dud. Dead on arrival.

It’s time for a few new koans.

What is the real sound of David Rockefeller? What does Henry Kissinger say when somebody finally puts him in a small bottle with a cork on it? How does an android disguise himself as a human?

If I need a Zen teacher, I’ll go to Henny Youngman: “A doctor gave a man six months to live. The man couldn’t pay his bill, so he gave him another six months.”

In the beginning, the whole point of Zen was to shake things up, not calm them down.

The master assumed a new student was an annoying clod. But that doesn’t comfortably mesh with today’s “tolerant culture.” Today, annoying clods are a special interest group.

Silence, as a key Zen feature, isn’t only about a desired inner condition now. It’s about a synthetic attitude. So show me a temple where the meditation room is outfitted with a few dozen giant TV screens. The students do their meditation while CNN, Christingle Matthews, Sean Hannity, Oprah, news-boy-on-a bike Brian Williams, Hawaii Five-O, the Shopping Channel, Pawn Stars, Jimmy Fallon and his screaming pubescent audience, and four or five Spanish soaps are going full blast.

That would be a start.

Or throw on 20 or 30 TED lectures simultaneously—prancing grasshoppers extolling the future of technology.

I submit that if the one of the ancient Zen teachers walked into a modern American Zen cloister today, that’s exactly what he’d do. Turn on a few hundred TV sets, computers, and mobile devices and say, “Okay, try being quiet in the middle of this!”

Zen is sacred? What? When was it ever sacred? Soft bells, empty halls?

No, you must have Zen confused with a funeral home.

Every age has its massive collection of heavily loaded apple carts, and the job of Zen is to overturn them. When up is down, and insanity is called normal, that’s where you begin…


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Cosmic over easy, toast

Magic to the nth, bye bye universe, hello again

by Jon Rappoport

May 24, 2022

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The inspiration for this article came from the only productive conversation I’ve ever had with a student of ancient Tibetan practices.

Back in 1982, I was just building up momentum as a journalist for LA Weekly, writing a flurry of articles on nuclear-weapons issues. I met a few doctors who explained radioactive fallout spread to me, with maps and charts. One of the doctors brought along a friend to a meeting, a bright woman who was between teaching jobs.

She mentioned John Blofeld, who had authored a book about Tibet I admired. After the meeting, she and I had coffee at Zucky’s, in Santa Monica, the old deli that had been open 24/7 for decades. It was a home away from home for all sorts of light-night LA denizens.

We sat at a table and talked until dawn. The upshot of the conversation was: if, as the Tibetans used to say, universe is ultimately a product of mind, and if the individual can imagine and create other universes, where does that happen? Is it important to leave this physical reality to do it, do you do it right here, and if you manage to leave this reality, do you come back?

Quite far-out engaging stuff. It was like collaborating on a science-fiction story. She’d had a number of experiences doing a version of the Tibetan practice called deity visualization (dv). So had I. We compared notes. Especially about time and how it changes during dv.

I told her that once, I had entered a “time channel” that reminded me of the swiftness and happiness of my favorite movie comedy, His Girl Friday. Cary Grant, Ros Russell.

She said, “Have you ever watched a movie and discovered that the actors on the screen were real?”

“You mean, more than images?”

She nodded.

“More than my subjective impressions?”

She nodded.

“Yes,” she said. “Alive.”

Well, that part of the conversation took us through breakfast.

I left Zucky’s with the feeling that a person’s most remarkable and impossible experiences tend to gather dust, unless there is a way to share them. Otherwise, the colors fade; the feelings recede. I vowed not to ever let that happen again.

I’ve kept that vow.

So here we go…this piece is a kind of excursion that traces a leaping line of thought/experience I’ve reflected on many times. It’s the jumping-off point for my 1999 book, The Secret Behind Secret Societies. It’s for you, Margo, wherever you are, whatever you’re doing, and for Zucky’s, long gone, where we brought ancient Tibet back to life one night. It and Zucky’s still live…

People want to say they understand reality.

Or sometimes they want to say they don’t have a clue.

Depends on the situation. And on how they feel.

They can go either way with it.

And they’re right, you can approach reality from both directions. If reality is an egg, you can peel it and break it open and look at it and eat it. As soon as you do, another hardboiled egg appears on the table. And you can break that one and eat it, too. And boom, another egg. Or you can pretend, in the first place, the egg is an impenetrable mystery and just stare at it for a few centuries…

It’s fun, for a while.

But then you run into something like this:

“…Because today we live in a society in which spurious realities are manufactured by the media, by governments, by big corporations, by religious groups, political groups. So I ask, in my writing, What is real? Because unceasingly we are bombarded with pseudo-realities manufactured by very sophisticated people using very sophisticated electronic mechanisms. I do not distrust their motives; I distrust their power. They have a lot of it. And it is an astonishing power: that of creating whole universes, universes of mind. I ought to know. I do the same thing.” — Philip K Dick, “How to Build a Universe That Doesn’t Fall Apart Two Days Later,” 1978.

There are interesting story lines to consider—for example, a human approaches and meets the highest level of reality-manufacturers and discovers exactly what the hell is going on.

But I’m not talking about the political, economic, media, medical realities, I’m talking about UNIVERSE-generators, the folks who bring you this whole physical apparatus, the space-time tin can.

Absent, of course, the religious myths. Forget that. All that falls by the wayside right away. It’s just a cover story.

Obvious story line: Universe is an amusement park, with all the chills, thrills, and excitements of a Disney production…factoring in just the right amount of pain and suffering to give it street cred.

Better, the vacation scenario. You’re taking the spouse and kids to a new place, you buy the ticket, and you’re in. WELCOME TO UNIVERSE.

Of course, there’s a trick. The Roach Motel trick. Check in, can’t check out.

After about 20,000,000,000 lives, you’re indoctrinated, as they say.

The ancient Hindus realized there was something fishy about this setup, but they embroidered their insights to include “good reasons why” you shouldn’t be able to escape universe.

The whole karma shell game, the caste system, various hierarchies, running all the way up from microspore and ant to king of the world…

The religion story produces a lot of nonsensical static. You need redemption, you were a bad boy, you can’t do it on your own, you have to contribute to the building fund for a new pyramid or cathedral, your exit strategy must involve grindingly gradual ascension.

But hey, be a good little soldier, and drop coins in the box.

Some people buy into the squishy New Agey variation. We’re all one Glob of Consciousness Goo, that’s the final destination, take it easy, don’t worry, it’ll happen when it’s supposed to.

But see, the clue is:

some guys built universe, so why not build your own?

Trouble is, when you’ve lived in this space-time vacation spot long enough, you tend to forget your have imagination. That’s a drawback if you’re trying to create a brand new universe.

However…you can imagine you have imagination. Works just as well as the real thing. Truth is, there is no real thing. Imagination ultimately IS imagining you have imagination. I know it sounds odd, but there it is.

You just have to want it.

Physicists tend to get weird on the subject of universe. It’s expanding, it’s decaying, it’s the result of an explosion that came out of nothing and nowhere and still distributed titanic energy, it runs on twelve strings with no guitar player, there’s a bullpen where unused energy is stashed, you can’t destroy even one micro-micro of energy, ever, or that would somehow upset the whole applecart. They’re obviously troubled souls.

In one of the first interviews I did for LA Weekly in 1982, I talked with Bill Perry, who had just quit his cushy job as head of PR for Lawrence Livermore Labs. They do advanced nuclear weapons research there. One day, Bill passed by the desk of a guy who was fidgeting and frowning. He told Bill he was worried about cuts in the defense program. Bill said, “Man, don’t you realize we already have enough bombs to blow up the planet ten times?” The guy stared at him. Zero comprehension. “I’m a physicist,” he said. “I do research. I solve problems.”

Moving along…Ancient European magick was the premise that there was an exit door to universe somewhere. They would eventually show it to you if you submitted to initiation, professed eternal loyalty, and learned all the key words and symbols and ceremonies. Maybe a small cash donation could help. Drugs were sometimes employed. Becoming a slave earned you points.

Yes, there is an exit from the Grand Vacation in the space-time tin can.

But it’s not a magickal portal.

It’s you.

Always was.

That presents a problem to most people. They don’t like it.

Basically, they want to remain Small while exiting into Big.

Doesn’t work that way. Sorry. Nice thought, though.

“Yes, I want to move outside this universe through my TV set, while watching Law and Order reruns.”

Now, if you were sitting in a concert hall when George Carlin was up on stage, that would be different. A few years before he died, my wife and I saw him at an outdoor venue in San Diego. He was trying out new material for an upcoming HBO special. He did a ten minute piece on the end of the universe and his Uncle Dave. It was a stunner. I won’t try to describe it, but I think, if one wanted to choose that moment to wave bye bye to this whole Machine, it would have been possible.

Yet why would anyone want to leave universe? A facile answer might be: after a vacation you’d like to get home.

Or, you want to see what’s outside.

Or you’re tired of same-old same-old.

Or you want to obtain a platform where you can gain decent perspective on this whole vacation location.

You want to try to remember what it was like before you bought the ticket to the ride.

You want to be able to take off from, and come back to, Here. You want that freedom.

You want the kind of power that doesn’t need to operate (and shrink down) within the space-time continuum rules.

And you want to get rid of any stray vestiges of the enormous propaganda that goes along with this universe, the nonsense you’ve been absorbing in all the sorts of vacation brochures that attracted you in the first place.

But let’s not deceive ourselves. Getting out doesn’t mean you become someone else.

You’re still stuck with the fact that you have infinite imagination and infinite creative power. You can’t shuck that off. You might find a spot where you can sink into a couch and watch those Law and Order reruns and not have to worry about having a job or bringing home a paycheck, but amnesia will only take you so far.

Narcosis, amnesia, hypnotic trance—they fight the good fight, but in the end you will need to mount a major campaign to stay small. And even then, the programming tends to develop holes. You wake up one morning, and you look out the window, and you see a reflection of your own power on the horizon.

It’s a disconcerting thing, but hell, immortality has that downside.

So why not do something interesting right here and now? Why not imagine imagination and go for the Up? Like it or not, there are a whole lot of oysters in the sea, and they’re possible worlds, and they’re yours.

No brochures, no salesmen will call, no killer fee, no packing, no crap to deal with at the airport.

Turns out that when you imagine and create widely enough and adventurously enough and intensely enough and long enough, the road you’re on, around the next bend, has an exit sign. You make the turn and you’re out.

You’re outside universe.

And you can come back.

When people say, without knowing why or what they’re talking about, that there is cosmic joke, this is what they’re really getting a whiff of.

Bye bye or hello, the wind is in your sails, the car is gassed up, the plane’s on the tarmac, the rocket’s on the launching pad. Ready to rip.

You can then push the discovery button, in which case you’ll embark on journeys that involve meeting many interesting people and creatures, some of whom want to burn you. Or you can do a super-galactic war of good versus evil and save the princess from her tormentors. You can glide into astral islands of grottoes, elves, trolls, lost crowns, hyperbolic wizards, sailing ships, and winged horses.

Or you can push the imagine button, in which case you’re the artist starting from scratch. Then you invent without limit.

Remember to lock up the house and set the alarm. Tell the neighbor to feed the dog. You may be away for a while.

There’s an interesting twist to this tale. Sometimes you think you’re in the space-time tin can and you’re really already out. Then, coming back can be quite a kick. Tells you something about why you bought the vacation package in the first place. Being here can be quite exhilarating. Especially if you’re not carrying around all the propaganda with you. As in, “Hey, shut up already. I know what’s in the brochures. Yeah, yeah, yeah. I’m enjoying myself right now. Take a walk. Go sell somebody else.”

Maybe 45 years ago, I was sitting in a movie theater in West LA. It was a Saturday afternoon, and I had walked from my apartment to the theater on a whim. The place was nearly empty. On the big screen, Liz Taylor and Stewart Granger were working through the plot of the costume drama, Beau Brummell. Granger (Beau) and Liz (Lady Patricia) were talking in a drawing room.

The film was a bore. For no particular reason, I decided to home in on the two stars. Focus in hard on them.

After a minute or so, something happened. I wasn’t looking at the movie anymore. I was seeing Liz and Granger, as if they were two ordinary people talking on the street. The fancy overstuffed drawing room, the costumes, the story—they were no longer propping up the artifice of the movie.

You know the old saw about the audience suspending disbelief, in order to accept the terms of a play? Well, I had reversed that. I was in such a diamond-hard state of disbelief, I came rushing into the moment like a freight train. And there they were. Not the characters on screen; not the actors. The two people. Spouting lines to each other. It wasn’t funny, it wasn’t sad, it wasn’t absurd, it WAS. Pure, real. The membrane that separated them from me was torn away.

It was like discovering a pirate’s treasure chest in a fast-food joint next to the cashier. Nobody else saw it. I saw it.

It seemed like it should be illegal. It wasn’t supposed to happen. I was aware some cardinal rule had been broken.

It occurred to me there is a main-event feature about the world and probably the universe itself that is based on permanent and continuing distraction. And now the distraction wasn’t there anymore. My mind was very quiet. I was sitting in the dark looking at two people on the screen.

Two people. Very bright on the screen and very clear. There was no movie left. The two of them were undeniably THERE.

The three of us were very alive: I in my seat, the two of them on the screen.

I could have heard a piece of popcorn dropping on a shoe a hundred feet away.

I kept looking at the screen.

What a marvelous thing. The two of them kept talking to each other, I kept watching them. I half-expected one of them to turn to me and tell me to go back to seeing the movie, I was intruding, I should stop.

In the dark space I was sitting in, the air felt cool and gorgeous. The two small side balconies were perfectly scalloped. The muffled sound of somebody whispering down front was clear as a bell.

Everything around me was brilliantly composed.

The raked slant of the seats, the heavy curtains at the sides of the screen, the downward angle of the aisle, the row of little yellow glowing lights on the aisle seats.

Ordinary, but now breathtaking.

Here, in the theater, in that extended moment, without anything added, was a sensational glorious place to be.

The day I met Liz and Granger.

You want to be able to exit, and you want to be able to come back. You want to be able to imagine and create worlds and universes beyond this one. You want to be able to do that from here, from outside, from anywhere. You want the thrill of being outside and the thrill of being here. You want to be able to see reality as ordinary and dull or brilliantly alive.

This is all possible.

This is all doable.

Civilizations always bet on the opposite, they keep doubling down and redoubling on the line that says: can’t happen. When they finally play out the string and see the extreme folly of their way, out of the gloom appear these ancient and present facts written on the sky:

You and I and everyone else is immortal and there is no limit, no boundary.


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.