How to stage a bioterror attack

How to stage a bioterror attack

by Jon Rappoport

September 20, 2016

(To read about Jon’s mega-collection, The Matrix Revealed, click here.)

“Dr. Hognose Detrick of the US Biological Warfare Group waddled into a meeting room, where a collection of Army, CIA, NSA, and CDC representatives sat quietly in their chairs. He said: ‘So I understand you boys want to put on a little domestic bioterror show. Well, the first thing you need to know is, germs don’t obey orders. Forget all that sci-fi nonsense. Germs work and they don’t work. It’s a crapshoot. You could have a big fat dud on your hands. I can tell you how to make it work, though, if you give up on your fancy high-tech wet dreams…” (The Underground, Jon Rappoport)

First of all, there is an ongoing operation that resembles the subject of this article. It’s called Zika,

It’s a virus that causes nothing, and the correlation between its presence and the birth defect called microcephaly is so weak it’s absurd. But the powers-that-be at the CDC and the World Health Organization are using Zika to conceal a quite real chemical threat, in the form of Naled, a pesticide which is being sprayed in Miami to kill mosquitoes that “carry Zika.”

Naled can cause birth defects.

Likewise, the apparent temporary spike in microcephaly in Brazil is being blamed on Zika. But the real agents are far more likely to be the TDaP vaccine, which was recommended for all pregnant women in Brazil in 2014, and various pesticides.

The germ is the cover story for chemical destruction.

In general, the primary fact is: no matter what kind of germ you’re talking about or where it came from, releasing it intentionally does not guarantee predictable results. Far from it.

For instance, people whose immune systems are at different levels of strength are going to react differently.

The perpetrators may find that less than 1% of people exposed get sick.

But there is another strategy that should be understood:

Again: the use of a germ as a cover story for a chemical.

In other words, there is no germ attack. It’s called a germ attack, but that’s a lie. The perps bring in researchers to the affected area, who go on to claim they have isolated a germ that is the cause of death and illness. It’s a sham. What really happened was the spread of a toxic chemical that can’t be detected, unless you’re looking for it.

The chemical has severe, deadly, and predictable effects for a week or two. Then it disperses and loses potency and the “epidemic” is done.

In some town, a fairly isolated community, or even in a city, the word goes out that people are suddenly falling ill and dying. The CDC and the Army are called in to cordon off the area and quarantine all citizens. A peremptory announcement is made, early on, that this is a biowar attack.

Major media are allowed outside the periphery. Network news anchors set up on-location and do their wall to wall broadcasts “from the scene.”

The entire nation, the entire world is riveted on the event, 24/7.

People inside the cordon fall ill and die. Reports emerge from the town:

The networks state that “heroic doctors are taking samples of blood and the blood is being analyzed to find the germ that is causing the epidemic.” The DoD confirms over and over that this is, indeed, a biowar attack.

Human interest stories pile up. This family lost three members, that family lost everybody. Tragedy, horror, and the desired empathic response from “the world community.”

It’s a soap opera, except real people are dying.

The medical cartel promotes fear of the germ.

All controlling entities get to obtain their piece of the terrorist pie.

Finally, the doctors announce they have isolated the germ causing death, and researchers are rushing to develop a vaccine (which they produce in record time).

Everyone everywhere must be vaccinated, now. No choice. Do it or be quarantined or jailed.

In this declared martial law situation, the doctors are the heroes. The doctors and the Army. And the government, and even the media.

Then, after a few weeks, when the potency of the secret chemical has dispersed, it’s over.

When you think about it, this scenario is a rough approximation of what happens every day, all over the world, in doctors’ offices. The doctors are prescribing chemicals (drugs) whose effects are far more dangerous than germs that may (or may not) be causing patients to be ill.

In other words, a chem-war attack is being leveled at people all over the world all the time.

See Dr. Barbara Starfield (Johns Hopkins School of Public Health), July 26, 2000, Journal of the American Medical Association, “Is US health really the best in the world.” 106,000 people in America are killed every year by FDA-approved medical drugs. That’s a million people per decade. (My interview with Dr. Starfield here.)

In the wake of a staged “biowar” terror attack, new laws are enacted. The State clamps down harder on basic freedoms. The right to travel is curtailed. Criticizing the authorities is viewed as highly illegal. Freedom of assembly is limited.

“Citizens must cooperate. We’re all in this together.”

A new federal law mandating the CDC schedule of vaccines for every child and adult—no exceptions permitted—is rushed through the Congress and signed by the President.

It’s all based on a lie…in the same way that the disease theory of the medical cartel is based on a lie: the strength of an individual’s immune system is the basic determinant of health or illness, not germs considered in a vacuum.

There are people who are determined to inflate the dangers of germs. They trumpet every “new” germ as the end of humankind on the planet. They especially sound the alarm when researchers claim a germ may have mutated or jumped from animals to humans.

“This is it! We’re done for!”


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However, if you check into actual confirmed cases of death from recent so-called epidemics, such as West Nile, SARS, bird flu (H5N1), Swine Flu (H1N1), and MERS, the numbers of deaths are incredibly low.

If political criminals, behind the scenes, wanted to stage a confined “biowar” event, they would choose a chemical, not a germ, and they would leverage such an event to curtail freedom.

Understand: researchers behind sealed doors in labs can claim, with unassailable ease, that they’ve found a germ that causes an outbreak. Almost no one challenges such an assertion.

This was the case, for example, with the vaunted SARS epidemic (a dud), in 2003, when 10 World Health Organization (WHO) labs, walled off from view, in communication with each other via closed circuit, announced they’d isolated a coronavirus as the culprit.

Later, in Canada, a WHO microbiologist, Frank Plummer, wandered off the reservation and told reporters he was puzzled by the fact that fewer and fewer SARS patients “had the coronavirus.” This was tantamount to confessing that the whole research effort had been a failure and a sham—but after a day or so of coverage, the press fell silent.

SARS was a nonsensical farce. Diagnosed patients had ordinary seasonal flu or a collection of familiar symptoms that could result from many different causes.

But the propaganda effort was a stunning success. Populations were frightened. The need for vaccines, in the public mind, was exacerbated.

Consider what aftershocks would follow from the fake bioterror (but real chemical attack) I’ve sketched out above. Mandatory vaccines for everyone—the full CDC schedule. And with the new CDC rules coming on board soon, any person traveling between states in the US can be detained if he displays the slightest symptoms (e.g., cough, low fever) common to many illnesses. He can be detained, held, and treated with toxic medical drugs and vaccines, whether or not he consents.

—Create a fake bioterror event—the “reality machine” at work.

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 emails at NoMoreFakeNews.com or OutsideTheRealityMachine.

Situational alert

Situational alert

by Jon Rappoport

September 19, 2016

(To read about Jon’s mega-collection, Exit From The Matrix, click here.)

You find yourself outside a shape.

You’re outside looking at it.

You peer at it and realize it is a structure, a system designed to encompass and involve huge numbers of people. Perhaps, everyone.

You know you have several choices.

You can enter the shape and take up residence and act in accordance with the customs of the others.

You can remain outside and simply observe. This option seems workable for the short-term. But in time, it will probably prove unsatisfying.

You can find a way to enter and exit the shape on your own volition. And with that choice, you can invent novel realities and make them fact inside the shape.

This seems your likely course.

You can also take up a position inside the shape and then develop a narrative which places you at the mercy of forces operating there. You would adopt a victim role in that case. The downside is obvious. Among other consequences, you would sacrifice the knowledge that: you can exist outside the shape and you have the power to invent new realities.

What realities might you want to create?

That is an energizing question, and it takes you past the situation in which you are an observer and nothing more.

It might be THE question which changes your life and future.


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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 emails at NoMoreFakeNews.com or OutsideTheRealityMachine.

Why consciousness “must be an illusion”

Why consciousness “must be an illusion”

by Jon Rappoport

September 19, 2016

(To read about Jon’s mega-collection, The Matrix Revealed, click here.)

Start with this—you’re reading these words, and you know you’re reading them. You’re aware you’re reading them. Right now.

Yet, the entire body of conventional physics wants to deny that. It does deny that.

Conventional physics has painted itself into a corner, because it assumes that all sub-atomic particles (the constituents of the brain and the universe) contain no awareness whatsoever.

Conventional physics assumes that the only thing that could be conscious is the brain. But again, since the brain is composed of sub-atomic particles that possess no consciousness, the brain can’t be conscious. Therefore, consciousness doesn’t exist.

The idea that consciousness does exist must be an illusion, a misnomer, a groundless superstition, a holdover from a more primitive time.

And yet, there you are, right now, reading these words, and more importantly, you are conscious of the fact that you’re reading them.

So you must be crazy, the victim of an illusion.

And if you multiply this situation by about eight billion, you have a madhouse of a planet where everyone automatically assumes they’re conscious, whereas, in fact, no one is. Everyone is a machine responding to stimuli. That’s all.

And if you buy all that, I have golf course memberships for sale on Jupiter.

All sorts of drug researchers would chime in at this point: “But we know that chemicals change consciousness by affecting the brain. Therefore, the brain is the seat of all consciousness.”

As usual, they miss the point. The fact of being conscious, regardless of the particular state, is independent of those chemicals.

Whether you’re aware of seeing buildings on a street or green writhing polka-dot creatures directing traffic, you are the one who is aware. You’re the one who knows you’re seeing buildings or creatures.

Now we’re really in deep water, because, you see, you’re not supposed to exist at all. You’re supposed to be a brain. You’re supposed to be a few trillion neurons clicking and ticking. You’re supposed to be, at best, “someone who thinks he’s someone,” or rather, “no one who thinks he’s someone.”

“Hi, I’m no one who thinks he’s someone.”

“Hi. Me too. Let’s do whatever our brains are making us do, since we can’t have freedom.”

“Sounds good. Where do we start?”

“We wait for instructions. In the meantime, I have beer, wine, or sparkling water.”

If it occurs to you that this mechanistic view of life has some uses for those who are highly interested in mind control, you’re right. “Waiting for instructions” would be an ideal state for the reception of programming. Freedom, on the other hand, would be a problem.

“Test subject 465-A believes he is free. His illusion is interfering with the insertion of our package of beliefs…”

I’d be remiss if I didn’t mention the armies of “rational people,” who are quite sure that a rejection of all-out scientific materialism would suddenly put them in the camp of religionists. They see no other alternatives. It’s either science or a church.

Well, that’s their problem. They can only entertain two possibilities. They reveal a distinct lack of imagination.

And I suppose I should also say a word about “the DNA people.” They’re utterly convinced that DNA creates consciousness. But DNA, like the brain, is physical matter, and according to the same scientists who research the whole genetic puzzle, matter is composed of tiny particles or waves that display no sign of consciousness.

And I should point out that the issue of consciousness has been plaguing philosophers in the West ever since the onslaught of science and technology at the end of the 19th century. And in time-honored fashion, philosophers have opted for their favorite strategy: ignore the problem, pretend it doesn’t exist, claim the problem itself is based on a confusion about…anything. About language, for example. Language contains words that indicate the existence of meaningless objects (like consciousness). There, all done, move along, nothing to see here.

Finally, we have another bunch of people who would happily report: “Scientists miss the mark. The brain and the universe are made out of particles that do, in fact, possess consciousness. ‘Everything is conscious.’”

They say that, and then for some interesting reason, they avoid saying that the individual, the You, the non-machine non-material You, has consciousness.

They only want to posit collective consciousness. That’s their tune. They keep singing it. And if you listen to the words, they are, in their own way, trying to erase the whole notion of the individual.

Why? Because the most basic form of mind control involves denying that the individual exists. If they can put that one over, if they can sell it, they can push an agenda of: The Group is All.

This resonates quite nicely with the way the world is shaping up these days. Or rather, being shaped up. On purpose.

In case you hadn’t noticed.

Among the endless number of states of consciousness, there is certainly a collective version. The individual can enter it, and he can exit it. It’s not the be-all and end-all. It’s not a permanent paradise with closed doors.

But who would notice that fact in a world where the population has bought the idea that the conscious individual doesn’t exist, and is merely a biological machine programmed this way or that way?


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Our most august intellectuals are, under the surface, arguing for the machine view. They’re mixing and matching the metaphysical and the political on behalf of a Collective Hive, because the winds that carry money and prestige are blowing that way.

They’re selling the proposition that the individual, his consciousness, his freedom, and his power are delusional dust of a bygone era.

They’re using a story about “science” as their primary tool.

If you want to buy that ticket and take that ride, understand where it’s going to take you.

“Tonight, on the cosmological news channel, the individual isn’t conscious and doesn’t exist, the brain is all, and we’re all the same thing together. Brought to you by The Great Cheese Glob in the Sky, coming to theaters soon…”

…You’re reading the words on this page. Now. You know you’re reading them. You’re conscious. You’re aware. You exist. You aren’t a brain. You aren’t made out of matter or energy that contain no consciousness.

You aren’t a machine.

You’re much, much more.

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 emails at NoMoreFakeNews.com or OutsideTheRealityMachine.

Poem on a riff on a reef and the fate of man

Poem on a riff on a reef and the fate of man

by Jon Rappoport

September 12, 2016

(To read about Jon’s mega-collection, Power Outside The Matrix, click here.)

Here is a poem.  First, three quotes from my-work-in-progress, The Underground:

“When you know how to make sense, when you really know how, when you know logic and how one idea is supposed to flow from another and what it all adds up to, or doesn’t, then you don’t have to express yourself in that way if you don’t want to—you can take off, you can depart, you can invent other kinds of language, you can crack reality eggs…”

“Outrageous ideas that fly off at an angle from the general consensus?  Poetry is the medium.  Why can’t readers be subjected to thoughts that have no basis in ordinary reality?  Is that a crime?  Are people so embedded in ‘fact’ they can’t get out?  Are they so addicted they shut off any intrusions?  Is that why they learn language—so they can become trapped like flies in amber?”

“A positive virus would be a seed in the mind that results in you discovering inner worlds that are much more powerful than the outside one—and not merely discovery by speculation.  You unearth them, and there they are before you.”

I write polemics, and articles that examine research and come to an inevitable conclusion about medical research fraud.  I write political commentary and satire.  I write about all sorts of subjects in all sorts of ways.  But I suppose that, at the root of it, is poetry, because there you are unlimited.


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Poem 439

A sentence asks for another sentence just like it to follow

They’re cousins

They have a tribe

But there are trumpets and basses that muscle in

And there are whole orchestras in the clouds

Rehearsing half-written pieces

There are rivers of silver and hidden megaliths tuned to the wind and garbage cans rattling on 12th Avenue at 3 in the morning and gongs going off in the Himalayas and old clotted church bells and pumps in electrical plants and (now I’m handing out instructions) REMEMBER: people were looking around at what happened last night: lost languages leaking from branches, the war in the sky, the hammers, the storms, the $20-an-hour night manager of the Milky Way who had taken an unauthorized break and supposedly caused the whole upheaval…the cops say they’re investigating…and REMEMBER you were playing cards at the end of the universe and there was NOTHING outside the edge and a little spring breeze was feeding you kings and queens, and REMEMBER when you fly the whole point is to go higher so things are farther and farther away and you can look down on them and you can move anywhere and later you can talk about it in a language no one ever heard before, you’ll need a language that turns inside and outside and you can walk around behind it and read it backwards and the sounds are from orchestras playing on the bottom of the Pacific Ocean, one letter of the alphabet is desolate gray houses and glass lakes, and another letter was a cold courtyard execution at dawn, but now the soldiers are holding a giant piano in their gloves, and no theory is going to get you a poem but an idea you keep hidden from yourself for a hundred years might get you the first two lines with a wave that carries you over the edge of the world, and incidentally after I hung up the phone with a famous poet who bathes three times a day like clockwork I was sitting with a newspaper from 1948 and the Cleveland Indians had just won the World Series and I called back to ask him how I could get out of 1948 but the number was disconnected and I ran outside and he was standing next to a snowdrift under a streetlight talking to a few government officials and an immense cloud of boredom descended on me…

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.

If a poem can loosen up molecular forces

If a poem can loosen up molecular forces

by Jon Rappoport

September 7, 2016

(To read about Jon’s mega-collection, Power Outside The Matrix, click here.)

I begin with a quote from The Magician Awakes:

“Nothing is engraved in stone. The old Tibetan magicians proved that. The forces that hold things together in this universe aren’t traditional in any sense of the word. They’re just another long con. I propose that, at one time, the bonds were a lot looser.”

Here are several untitled poems—

ONE

behind a fence, curbside service for ice cream, hot dogs, and a stand where a crone hawks pink angels

 

A thirteen-year-old girl walks up and down

 

 

The fruit orchards received new blood.

Flying citizens were seen above the city.

 

I crossed the street and walked into an OTB office and laid down a chunk on Narcosis in the third at Gulfstream

 

I took a cab to JFK and ran to the counter for the Virgin flight to Mars and got the last seat

 

Strapped in

I heard the flight attendant say

we wouldn’t be coming back

 

No problem

Things were getting too heavy on Earth

 

If I had to live inside a bubble on Mars for the rest of my life I could catch up on my reading

I wanted another shot at Proust

and Joyce wherein he “puts language to sleep”

 

I’d read Arjuna’s conversation with Krishna 48 times, and 24 times I’d come down on the side of Krishna and 24 times I’d been for Arjuna

so maybe now I could decide the issue once and for all

 

when we were out in space though

and had passed the pull of Earth’s gravity

 

 

I saw stitched seams in the sky

where it had obviously been put together

 

and that’s when the co-pilot came down the aisle

he was waving a big gun

 

 

TWO

…I saw her once before

 

She was bending over picking up a brown cat

 

 

She’d looked up at me and nodded

she had green eyes

she sized me up

 

 

and now all these years later here she is again

tending bar at a CIA costume party

 

 

THREE

These are the letters of my ancient fathers,

And these are the letters of the roses

Blowing across the rolling apparatus

That moves the sun,

Shining through old windows

On drowned men.

 

They shake off the rime

And stagger up from their trench,

Without a city.

 

 

FOUR

Summer nights I sat on the porch

 

rhododendrons were thrashed by slow comets of rain

 

 

FIVE

Physicists will soon say the universe is one giant atom

 

and they will say it with a straight face

 

they will march into a room and submit to the one atom

 

they will fall on their knees and ask for special dispensation

 

a papacy will be established at Los Alamos

 

and finally the environs will be granted status as an independent nation

 

diplomats with portfolio and immunity will populate embassies and vases of flowers will sit on many polished tables

 

 

the giant atom will reveal

 

five billion languages he has been hiding

 

 

SIX

astral locale

little island in a sea of blur

 

I was going from one apartment to another

and there were people talking and drinking

people I’d never met before

 

I wore a black cloak with a gold insignia on the shoulder

I had no idea what it was

 

I found myself alone in a room

with an important man who asked me questions

 

pretty soon I realized I was a spy

I had been somewhere else where I’d gathered information

 

I went to my car and drove to the ocean

on the way it started raining and when I got there

a cafe was on fire

it was sizzling and smoking

and fire trucks were pulled up all around it

 

 

the fire chief came up to me and said

 

 

I know you’re in this thing up to your neck

 

 

he strode away like a big shot and started giving orders to his men

 

 

they turned the hoses on him and drove him into the sea


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SEVEN

…in my Broadway suit and short black winter coat with the belt

 

I’m walking up 6th Avenue on a snowy December afternoon

 

 

nothing to do

 

 

I wander into

a massive granite building

art class

naked model

 

I tell the teacher I studied with Phil Guston and Phil suggested this class

thought it would be good for me to draw the figure

the teacher scrambles and brings me a pad and pencil and I sit there looking at the naked woman

she’s about 40

frozen on a wooden chair

gray eyes

 

After a while, the teacher comes back, looks over my shoulder, and timidly asks, “Would you like my comments?”

 

“Excuse me? What’s that? No, I don’t need any help, I know I’m drawing the model with a very small head and the body of a giantess but I’m looking at the chair and platform too and the street outside and I think it fits because the Great Wheel grinds us down but we always come back..”

 

 

“And,” I say, “suppose the model sitting on the platform knows all this…

 

“I like her leg sticking out over the East River, she’s dangling it above ships and garbage and then do you see how her right shoulder is obscuring New Jersey…

 

 

 

“Do you see how her shoulder is turned to the left of the Cathedral of St. John the Divine and the hip loosens the Chelsea District, and one foot, is it a third foot, is entering the 42nd St. Library from the park, and her eyebrow is rattling the George Washington Bridge…”

 

He backs away

 

I take apart the model’s ribs. They’re open books in a shining arboretum.

 

I’m sitting on a bench. Next to me is a ghostly something.

 

“You’ve concealed yourself,” he says. “But you know we permit no visitors. There are penalties.”

 

I nod and look out at hills. Beyond them are immense decks of stone and clouds.

 

“I’m willing to risk it,” I say.

 

“Here, where we live, the paradoxes have all been resolved.”

 

The creature smiles.

 

We sit quietly for a few minutes. The sun sets, and it’s dark all around us.

 

“Go home, stranger,” he says. “This isn’t for you.”

 

“Look,” I say, “I smell a phony deal. You haven’t resolved anything. This is a top-down operation. I’ve seen a lot of them.”

 

I stand up.

 

Then I’m back in the old candy store on Post Road. I buy a Mounds bar, walk to the little space next to the magazine rack, sit on the floor, and count my change. I think about the new church on the hill, the big parking lot, the polished cars on Sunday mornings. The fathers who stand there, looking around, waiting for Marvin or one of his pals to come over and slip them an envelope. I wonder where the money comes from. Miraculously, here’s Marvin now, walking into the store. He sees me. I stare at his shoes. I look up into his eyes and I see an image of God. God is swimming in a sea of money. Heaven is a machine that prints the bills. The candy store is a small-time relay. A toilet flushes. The store owner comes out of his bathroom. He’s a little fat guy with a long face. The molecules of the store are loosening…

 

With a little push I could tip it over and it would fall into the school playground.

 

Marvin bends down and hands me a five-dollar bill. “This is for you, kid,” he says.

 

“My father’s the DA,” I say.

 

“I know.”

 

“It could be construed as a bribe.”

 

Marvin jerks back.

 

“God is printing money,” I say.

 

“You’ll never prove it, kid.”

 

But I could see the pipeline all the way up, and the massive tribes of adrenaline that were supporting the operation. The whole thing had a synthetic feel…

 

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 emails at NoMoreFakeNews.com or OutsideTheRealityMachine.

Notes on poetry and language: flying farther

Notes on poetry and language: flying farther

by Jon Rappoport

September 4, 2016

(To read about Jon’s mega-collection, Power Outside The Matrix, click here.)

“A literal mind wants literal reality.  It wants language laid down like a perfect grid over the world as it is.  If you give a literal human something else, he suddenly pulls up his horse, jumps off, and runs back in the direction he came from.  He’s stage-struck, tongue-tied, and not happy at all about his little jaunt in the high country.”

“People say they want to experience what is outside the reality machine, but when you give it to them they object.  ‘That’s not what I meant.’  They actually want something that looks and sounds and feels like ordinary reality, but contains an idea or two that seems interesting.  They want the method and the system of ordinary reality with a few odd tidbits thrown in.  If you move to another arena of harmonics and dissonance, where the interstitial connections radically change, they balk.  They wanted to go in orbit around the Earth, all the time looking down on it, and you took them to the next galaxy over.”

“Logic isn’t poetry, and poetry isn’t logic, although each could contain elements of the other.”

“Poetry doesn’t need a story line.  It can consist of a series of fragments or episodes.  Eliot’s The Wasteland is a primary modern example.  But critics don’t want to think about an extension of that approach.  It’s too adventurous.”

“Making the usual kind of sense isn’t the job of poetry.  If you float as you read one line and then fall off a cliff on the next one, so what?  If you have to make a great leap to get from one line to the next, why not?”

“Poetry SUGGESTS.  It gives you image wrapped in sound and sound wrapped in language on the page.  It isn’t a recipe for a cake.  It might be a recipe for seven different kinds of soup at once, and the bowls are all falling off the table.  And as you’re reading the lines and claiming you don’t understand them, they’re bleeding into you and you’re launched into a dream, or the dream you were already in before you read the poem splits apart and you walk through the far wall of it and come out the other side into a future city.  That could happen, too.  To which some people say, “I don’t want that.”  Why not?  Why don’t you want it?  Why don’t you want something that takes you out of your life, out of your state of mind?  The idea of ending up in an unknown place where impossible things are right in front of you ought to be desirable.”

“A poem can crack familiar reality right down the middle and then rearrange it.  Or not.  It can leave that crack right there.”

“When the lines of a poem connect to one another in mysterious non-discursive ways, obviously no language is going to be able to lay out what those connections are.”

Here is a poem that is a series of fragments, which doesn’t mean they’re entirely unconnected.  They aren’t connected in usual ways.  That ought to be a relief.  A relief from how ordinary reality fits together:

 

On the Antediluvian Shores of a Breastfed Paradise

 

Towers pierce the sky,

Unknown millions on the move,

Maroon faces in churches.

 

…hidden columns of air

Words are torn to pieces

By lions on plazas of sandstone

 

 

Driving across the river to a Massachusetts town where textile factories are rotting in the sun, I watch old women putting the wash up on clotheslines

 

The Army pushed Buck out to pasture after

the war he was a mess bad dreams

 

where’s the pasture, Buck said

 

well kid, it’s out in West Virginia

there’s another one in Iowa

very quiet

very

slow motion

 

the nurses carry Glocks

 

 

 

 

 

“I don’t negotiate with terrorists

but who knows maybe we can work something out”

 

 

 

 

“I could have been a prince of one-liners in a soft city of television”

 

 

 

(shining ancestors of Hart Crane and Gregory Corso

 

looked forward to luminous planets

bending

 

down and listening

 

with shell-like ears to horses of the Foam)

 

 

 

 

 

I have no arduous duty in the

the library at Alexandria

I’m there

 

to saturate cities with poets who were once lost

 

 

expose

shatter

 

the amino acid architecture of eternity

 

 

 

I left the city on a train out of Grand Central Station.

 

The train never stopped.

 

It started burning.

 

The fire spread.

 

We were out in the country, and the whole train was burning.

 

We were drinking and singing

 

Finally, the train ran into a lake.

 

We jumped off and stood there and watched it spew cakes of fire into the water.

 

 

 

 

glittering garbage

of fantastic dream

 

 

on its way to a factory

 

on the antediluvian shores of a breastfed paradise

 

 

 

 

 

by his window the patient

 

reads an old newspaper

 

 

 

a newsboy on a bicycle

 

smells apple trees in the dusk

 

and peddles over wet leaves

 

 

Jones Beach in the summer

 

the wind swallows up voices

 

a face stares from a blanket

 

 

eight levels below the sidewalk

 

a forklift wheels gold bars

 

from the NY Federal Reserve to the Chase Morgan vault

 

 

 

you next to me

midnight

 

 

 

the first song, always the first

song

 

 

Child of beauty, child of worry,

this world was made for you

 

 

 

but we pass

 

we pass

 

we pass

 

we pass

 

 

across all those bridges of nostalgia

and are new


power outside the matrix


FURTHER NOTES:

“You can listen to a piece of music and encounter notes and chords which, though very specific (how could they be otherwise?), are unfamiliar.  They don’t correspond to harmonies with which you ‘agree.’  You have no easy reference with which to compare the notes and chords.  What do you do?  What do you conclude?  And more importantly, why do you ‘disagree’ with the notes and chords?  Is it simply because you’ve been educated or somehow trained, as a child, to accept some chords and reject others?  I don’t think so.  I don’t think so at all.”

“There is something about human beings, in the physical sense, which ‘prepares’ them for a certain part of the sound spectrum.  This part is easily accepted.  Other parts are rejected.  But on another level, which isn’t entirely physical, it’s possible to listen to combinations that are ‘objectionable’ and develop an appreciation for them.  Thus, a pattern is broken.”

“When I was young, there were foods I couldn’t eat.  Chinese hot and sour soup, for example.  Or sauerkraut.  But later, with a little work, I began to understand them and their echoes, as it were.”

“Look at the paintings of Soutine.  Everything is out of balance.  Trees and houses are bending and falling over.  These paintings are ‘outside the pattern.’  But you can step beyond the normal ideas of harmony and symmetry and balance.  You can enter his world and find something there.”

“If you stop objecting to Stravinsky, if you put aside your reflex- reaction to the Rite of Spring, you can find something there.  You can become caught up in the storm.  You can embrace the multiple dissonances.  It’s possible.”

“At one time, the gorgeous café scenes of Renoir and the breakfast rooms of Bonnard were looked at as inexcusably primitive.  Now, they’re hearth and home and sumptuously sensuous.”

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 emails at NoMoreFakeNews.com or OutsideTheRealityMachine.

Another different universe

Another different universe

by Jon Rappoport

September 2, 2016

(To read about Jon’s mega-collection, Power Outside The Matrix, click here.)

Every day I die several times and come back to life

I’m finding out it’s a good gambit

I doesn’t matter who understands it

Yesterday as I wandered across into another universe

A man handed me their newspaper

…An old lopsided yellow moon

Rowboat at the dock

Restaurant, windows open:

There are 37 kinds of breeze

And I felt 22 when she walked to my table with her pad

I waited and the other 15 slowly and methodically took my order

My dead Uncle Jim is washing his face in the bathroom

He puts on a faded hat, grins

Says, “I can still work the long con”

They have their stars in that other universe

One looks like my sister

She’s riding a horse across a lawn

Jumping over a smoking pile of autumn money

Little felt hat on her head

Buttoned up suit and skinny pants

The horse is Angus deGuilders, a poet friend of the family who turned out reams of verse in a cellar apartment for 30 years and then died on the trolley eating a slice of cream pie

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.