Power: the biggest sin
“Power? That’s not for me!”
“I’m too small and too good to reach for power.”
by Jon Rappoport
April 19, 2015
Everything I write about comes back to the individual. If some mega-corporation is spraying poisons across the land, the effects are felt by every person in their path. Not by some ‘collective’. If I’m writing about power, I’m not referring to The Group.
But these days, the subject of individual power provokes not only animosity but a blank look. What? Power? What’s that? Where did that idea come from? Why are we discussing it?
Isn’t it some old idea people were obsessed with in the ancient past?
Try to find one college that teaches a course in individual power. The very notion of it is laughable.
People are frightened to think about it. They look over their shoulders to see if someone is watching.
They hear the word “power” and assume it automatically refers to bankers and corporate thieves and murderers.
They are therefore opposed to it.
Power is not just a problem now. It has always been. But I’m talking about the hostility of the State toward it.
The State has always preached some version of equality and caring. And despite protests to the contrary, the equality has nothing to do with opportunity for all—it refers to a state of being, as if by merely existing we are all equal in every important respect. When you try to probe the meaning of this view, you can only emerge with: we are all the same. Which of course is a lie.
Those men who control the State know this, because they launched the “equality” propaganda in the first place, as a means for reducing the power of individuals who might challenge “the scepter and the rule,” the kings, the presidents, the monopolies, the cartels, the armies, the mind-programmers.
To say individual power has gotten a bad name would be a vast understatement. It would also ignore the fact that mind-programmers have intentionally equated “individual” with “criminal.”
The necessity of the social contract has been pushed as the justification for all the crimes of the State: “What would happen to us if we didn’t have an organization encompassing the political, the economic, the just, the true, the law?”
No one knows, because there has never been a place or time where many individuals, living in freedom, as neighbors, did so in the absence of the State, the tribe, the clan.
These days, every system and structure of society declares that we must never try that experiment. Thus speaks the survival instinct built into the robot.
As for the living individual, he tends to excuse himself from exploring the upper reaches of his own power, because he suspects he will become too visible to those around him. So he puts on the coat of consensus, he plays that role. He conceals himself. And eventually, he forgets. He develops amnesia about himself.
He adopts the ways of the crowd.
He learns to interpose, between his own ideas and actions, the formula: “greatest good for the greatest number.”
Greatest number of what?
Pursuing this question yields up the only meaningful answer: greatest number of individuals.
Not some “collective whole,” which is a fiction, and at best a metaphor.
But the greatest good for the greatest number of individuals is, at the root, attained by those very individuals themselves.
Believing that everything you do must conform to some standard of “greatest good” is a socially acceptable form of delusion.
When a person says, “What do you mean by power,” he should consider to whom he is really addressing that question.
He is asking himself. He is wondering about himself. He is re-directing an inquiry he himself should be undertaking.
If he embarks on that search, soon enough he will discover or remember that his power is connected to dedication, will, commitment, action, purpose, the unwillingness to surrender—no matter what.
He would prefer an easier road. He would prefer to be given gifts.
He might even discover that his power is part and parcel of that most ignored and discarded faculty: imagination.
What a rude awakening.
Imagination—the plaything he enjoyed as a child and buried when he reached the age of consent.
Imagination—the capacity to envision what never was.
Imagination—a vision of a future that has not yet come into being, a vision that embodies profound desire.
Imagination—waiting to release enormous quantities of untapped energy.
Power…if you don’t want it, you won’t get it. If you don’t want to find it, you won’t. If you keep thinking it’s a bad thing, it will stay a bad thing. If you’re averse to the word, well then, there you are. If you insist on invoking religious connotations, you’re joined at the hip with that. If you feel compelled to invent all sorts of conditions and interpretations about power, to put it through the meat grinder, you’ll end up with mush.
If you feel you must reconfigure the word to prove you’re just a tiny piece of living glitter in the vast universe, in which everything is connected, then you will come to rest in that well-worn corner of metaphysics, and eventually the glitter will go dark.
You will feel you’ve avoided the trap of ego— another word frequently conjoined with power, in order to deface it.
The amount of pride gathered to prove that one is not an egoist is titanic.
“Last night I shined my badge of non-ego for the millionth time and celebrated with a glass of tepid soda water.”
Then there is the intertwining of power with various saints and prophets and saviors and gods—further proof that one isn’t standing up on his own two legs and, therefore, is a member of the humbles-ones, blessed be.
I can guarantee that, yes, the meek will inherit the Earth someday, and because they have stubbornly refused to understand their own inherent power, they’ll become lunatics of the first order. They’ll rain down crimes to make their predecessors green with envy.
Then we have the simple ones, the “realists.” To them, everything is obvious, and by a fortunate turn of events, what they know is all there is worth knowing.
They believe they are already operating at the limits of power, so there are no questions.
Questions only get in the way of others realizing that they, the realists, are at the forefront of comprehension.
The realists have the answers, if only more people would listen to them.
But here is a clue. The answers realists are talking about are Content. This content precludes the need for the individual to explore the range of his own power. Content supplants exploration. No reason for the individual to push off from the dock in his own ship, with his imagination intact. No. Simply take dictation from the realists and be satisfied.
Create something, invent something that only then exists? Never heard of it.
Power, to be more precise, isn’t sitting there like a discarded nugget of gold. Power isn’t taken. It’s invented, and this is the hardest pill to swallow.
To say it exists in a potential state is invoking a convenient metaphor. Power is created.
In order to make creation possible.
And then…the sensation of trying to push against a steel wall miles thick diminishes, and flow begins…
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.