The cosmic bathroom

The cosmic bathroom

by Jon Rappoport

August 20, 2017

The author of a fragment of a novel was finally located in a boarding house in Landsville, Massachusetts.

The federal search had been underway for almost a year.

The author was brought to the US Court of Metaphors for a bench trial before an anonymous Judge.

The first order of business was a reading of the fragment, which had originally been found in a public bathroom in a Zesty, Arizona, gas station:

“I’m waiting for B in the men’s room off the main lobby at Grand Central, wondering whether he’ll show and if he does whether anything will get done, because we have a deal and money is supposed to change hands, so meanwhile I’m standing in front of the mirror at the sink alongside several characters who suddenly look to me like cops in disguise, you know, they’d usually wear cheap suits but today they’ve got on T-shirt, sweatshirt, hood, gloves, canvas work pants, boots, and the whole deal feels like a pinch, I’m just the go-between with a phone number and a name, but all of a sudden I could be in the middle of something else, has that ever happened to you, you started out with a simple job and before you knew it the mob or some lunatic was getting his hands into the grease and you’re standing there and you’re visible and the people around you did their business and they’re gone and then the heels rolled in and picked you up because that’s all they had, and you’re down, you can’t figure your way out, you’re in the shitter, you see the outlines but it’s too late, I’m sweating there in front of the mirror and I can’t see my face anymore, I’m just a blank, a non-entity, and the house is going to come down on my head…

“There he is. B is standing just inside the door. He’s looking around. He walks up next to me at the sink counter. He looks at my reflection in the mirror. He waits. He looks at his watch. Why? Is he waiting for an explosion? He says, ‘I have the details. Well, these details will rip some new holes in the FABRIC. You know what I mean?’

“I don’t know what he means.

“’This,’ he says, looking around the bathroom, ‘is all a prop.’

“I’ve been here before. Somebody said this was a prop and then I disappeared into another life and lived it up to this point, and now here is somebody else saying the same thing, and I’m disappearing, bit by bit.

“I walked under the great arch of the Vrimes Building and counted my lucky stars that I’d come this far: Aies, Capt, Lun, Brei, Fan, Si…

“Inside the lobby, crowds surged. A voice through a speaker announced:

“’Here is the latest news release from the New York Vrimes. The Russian president, Donald Trump, has been accused of interfering in the US election and aiding now-US president, Vlad Putin, in his victory over Elizabeth Warren Clinton. According to the Federal Bureau of Central Intelligence, the hacked emails from the Democratic National Committee were passed on to Julian Snowden, who published them online. These emails referred to DNC efforts to defeat Democratic candidate Colonel Karl Sanders in the Primaries. Twelve US Senators, members of the Antifa Caucus, state that US President Putin must be impeached or otherwise taken from office and replaced with Elizabeth Clinton, a full-fledged Cherokee Indian.’

“I walked into the office of a Vrimes editor and laid a folder of documents on his desk.

“’These are records of a clandestine group called American Chaos,’ I said. ‘They’ve been promoting violent political revolution for the past ten years. You’ll notice, in the membership list, reference to Gorge Sores, a billionaire. He now owns a seven percent stake in your newspaper.’

“A small fat man, the editor shrugged and nodded. ‘That’s all old news,’ he said. ‘We’ve covered it, I’m sure. Not interested. You’ve been here before. Don’t you remember? Why do you keep trying to peddle your interdimensional nonsense? We’ve checked you out. You’re a forty-two-year-old indigent ex-electrician. You live on a government subsidy. You reside in a small room in a house on Staten Island. You’ve been there for twenty years.’

“I looked out his window and saw the sun setting. Where was the hologram of the giant Lieutenant in the sky, the beloved protector? Where was our Cop?

“The editor smirked. ‘He’s on vacation. It’s a test run. What happens when the soul is naked?’

“’I’ll tell you what happens. Crime in the streets. Political anarchy. It happened five years ago for two days. They had to bring in shock troops.’

“’Yes, but maybe this time it’ll be different. The conditioning is cumulative. At least, that’s the theory.’

“Back in my room on Staten Island, I did my exercises as I watched small gangs of kids run down the street and smash car windows. I did the turnarounds and the projections and the field crackings. Pretty soon, the gangs dissipated. Silence returned. I brought in night clouds, and it rained hard.

“In the morning, I put on my god robes and walked out to the street and waited. Slowly, people emerged from their apartments and came toward me, walking and crawling. A few of them were weeping. They dropped money in my iron box. I mumbled a few random incantations, picked up the box, and hopped on a bus to the ferry.

“C was waiting at the dock in Manhattan. He slipped a roll of bills into my robe pocket. On Manhattan, I was just a dressed up freak. We had breakfast in a small diner and he filled me in on last night’s activities. Aside from numerous small incidents, the only real disruption was a fire in the Tammany Hotel on Broadway. A dozen or so guests and staff died.

“We took the subway up to the Metropolitan. The main exhibit was the old Reality Machine. To me it was just a giant typewriter. Turns out pages. I can’t remember how many novels I’ve written. The next one, I’m told, is the best one. But that’s all just a front for making money. You pick a pseudonym, you go into a closet, you come out with a story. People can swallow it. They forget you wrote it before.

“In the ancient Egypt cellar, we picked up a tail. She was young and naked for a second, and then she was wearing a pale gray suit.”

After the reading of the fragment, the Judge said to the author, “Did you mean those words literally? Were you trying to make a point?”

The author said, “I meant them literally and I didn’t mean them literally, Your Honor. They’re real and not real. That makes the words super-real.”

The Judge shook his head. “What kind of garbage is that? Either you intended a factual account, in which case you were deluded, and we will sentence you to rehabilitative treatment, or you meant the words as metaphor, in which case you’ve violated Section 12 of the Author’s Act, which prohibits the use of one group of words to refer to another group of words: metaphor. In that case, we would sentence you to hard labor as re-education in the physical facts of life.”

The author shrugged.

“Have it any way you want to, sir. I don’t make these distinctions.”

“Well,” the Judge said, “do you believe you’re an interdimensional traveler?”

“I change my beliefs like socks. Depends on the day, the time, the situation.”

“No,” the Judge said. “That’s obfuscation. This court doesn’t accept that. It’s A or B. Never both.”

“Again, have it your way, Your Honor.”

“Let me ask you a question. Do you do conjuring? Do you practice magic?”

“All the time. I imagine what I want to be real. Imagining makes it real. Then I make it real and not real.”

“More nonsense. I’m hereby diagnosing you with Globular Metaphor Syndrome. Two years hard labor at the Federal Superfund Site in Mexico Los Angeles.”

“Okay. But I have one request. I assume my case will be reported in the New York Times. I would like to offer a quote for the story.”

“Well, yes. I’m an associate editor at the Times. Give me your quote and I’ll see what I can do.”

“The only thing that isn’t a metaphor is the State. It’s a collection of people who gave away their capacity to think in non-prescribed ways. They come together to form a society based on that surrender. They give up, and then they rule. That’s the formula. They’re machines. Machine isn’t metaphor. It’s literal. The machine is for people who don’t understand language.”

The Judge frowned.

“We don’t print that kind of idiocy. We stick to facts. Case closed.”

The author vanished. Again.


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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.

Transport

Transport

by Jon Rappoport

August 4, 2017

They took him to a place underground. That was all he knew until he met the doctor in a sterile room.

The doctor said, “This will be painless, and then you’ll feel better. Much better.”

He said, “How many times do we have to go through this, Doctor?”

“What? I’ve never seen you before.”

“No, Doctor. We met in ancient Egypt, in Greece, Mesopotamia, in Spain during the purge, in Berlin. Don’t you remember? The trick is, I have many minds. You dull one and I grow four more. You block my capacity to think along one channel, I have a dozen others. They run like rivers. I set them in motion. You can fuck with me, but you can’t change the basics. Do you get it? You’re a two-dimensional dupe, and I’m growing like weeds. Our meetings have become a failed ritual. You see? I’m tapped in, you’re tapped out.”

The doctor turned into the front page of a newspaper, and blood tricked from the words. He developed creases and folds and angles and fluttered in a breeze. He collapsed on the floor and lay there, flat.

The man walked out of the room.

He flew over a massive city of towers and looked down at crowds struggling to ascend staircases to an empty sky.

He left them behind and went on his way…

Doom

O shroud

Lifted from silver shores

Quaking souls

Time is gone


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.

I’m Putin, I’m the US president

I’m Putin, I’m the US president

I am Russia, hear me roar, I sit in the White House

by Jon Rappoport

July 18, 2017

Note: In the following fantasy, I’m quoting an actual NY Times article that reveals an astonishing Clinton-Putin connection via a uranium deal…

I’m anticipating an apocalyptic Congressional hearing, where the truth comes out. Perhaps Maxine Waters is talking, or Nancy Pelosi—you know, people who can no longer control what is coming out of their mouths—

“There is no doubt that Russia colluded with Trump to swing the election to him, so he’s not the real president, Hillary Clinton is the real president (brain short-circuit occurs)…on April 23, 2015, the NY Times ran a story under the headline: Cash Flowed to Clinton Foundation Amid Russian Uranium Deal. I quote the Times: ‘The sale gave the Russians control of one-fifth of all uranium production capacity in the United States’.”

“Trump is the enemy. His people talked with Russians. Russians talked with them (brain short-circuit)…I quote the Times: ‘But the untold story behind that story is one that involves not just the Russian president, but also a former American president [Bill Clinton] and a woman [Hillary Clinton] who would like to be the next one’.”

“Trump is Russian. He worked for the KGB for a decade (brain short-circuit)…I quote the Times: ‘At the heart of the tale are several men, leaders of the Canadian mining industry, who have been major donors to the charitable endeavors of former President Bill Clinton and his family. Members of that group built, financed and eventually sold off to the Russians a company that would become known as Uranium One’.”

“Trump is a cousin of Lenin and Karl Marx. He was a boyhood pal of Stalin (brain short-circuit)…I quote the Times: ‘Frank Giustra…a mining financier, has donated $31.3 million to the foundation run by former President Bill Clinton…Since [US] uranium is considered a strategic asset, with implications for national security, the deal [to sell Uranium One and US uranium to Putin] had to be approved by a committee composed of representatives from a number of United States government agencies. Among the agencies that eventually signed off was the State Department, then headed by Mr. Clinton’s wife, Hillary Rodham Clinton’.”

“Trump helped overthrow the Czar in Russia and establish the center of worldwide Communism (brain short-circuit)…I quote the Times: ‘As the Russians gradually assumed control of Uranium One in three separate transactions from 2009 to 2013, Canadian records show, a flow of cash made its way to the Clinton Foundation. Uranium One’s chairman used his family foundation to make four donations totaling $2.35 million. Those contributions were not publicly disclosed by the Clintons, despite an agreement Mrs. Clinton had struck with the Obama White House to publicly identify all donors. Other people with ties to the company made donations as well’.”

“Trump is from Jupiter. The Jupiterians have a long–standing treaty with Putin. Trump’s father is from Jupiter (brain short-circuit)…I quote from the Times: ‘And shortly after the Russians announced their intention to acquire a majority stake in Uranium One, Mr. Clinton received $500,000 for a Moscow speech from a Russian investment bank with links to the Kremlin that was promoting Uranium One stock’.”

CNN would report this apocalyptic Congressional hearing thusly: “President Trump was exposed as a KGB agent from Jupiter. According to several sources who spoke off the record because they work for federal agencies, a British former MI-6 agent has documents proving Mr. Trump’s birth on Jupiter…”

CNN commentator Chris Cuomo would follow up: “We, the media, can have access to the Trump-Jupiter documents. You, the public, are not permitted to read them. We read them and tell you what they mean. So keep your mouths shut and keep looking at the screen, keep looking at me and I will tell you what these documents mean.”


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.

Man goes through the reality portal

Man goes through the reality portal

by Jon Rappoport

July 12, 2017

Wilson was not the first they sent, but he got through. It was dark and murky, as he’d been told. It was somewhat grimy in the quality of the atmosphere. It gave the feeling of a tunnel, but he doubted he was bounded. It was a somewhere he had dreamed about when he was a child.

Then he was in a large room with a very high ceiling, and the lights were rather bright. He thought it was a lab. There were several men standing around. They looked educated.

“I’m Warren,” one of the men said, stepping forward. Wilson shook his hand. “I want to show you this,” Warren said, pointing to a large object in a corner that resembled, perhaps, a machine that had been burned in a fire. Its uneven exterior was blackened.

“Now, listen,” Warren said. “What you’re seeing is a representation. It’s a thing in itself, but it’s also symbolic. I can’t explain how. It would take too long. But it’s not an implant, it’s an interface of sorts. It has an attraction for minds. And more important, minds are drawn to it. It’s a problem-making device. That’s all it does. It makes problems of all kinds. Endlessly. You put this thing in your mind and it changes your attitude, shall we say. From that moment on, you work off of a template of one problem after another. It’s a problem mechanism. It has a simulacrum of life in it, but that’s an illusion. We believe that. It almost seems to be a guide. It’s guiding you into a realm of inner space, or it changes your own inner space. It really and actually is an ARCHETYPE. That’s what it is. Get that clear. It’s an archetype of a way of functioning. Archetypes are independent, you could say, but they’re also looking for minds to nourish them. And minds want to be ADDED TO. That’s the best way I can explain this. It’s not absolutely correct, but it’s close enough. This thing is an archetype of great dimensions, giant dimensions—to be more precise, it gives the appearance of being colossal. That’s what people want, something colossal. Do you see? We want to grab hold of something of size. This has a certain majesty about it. Now if this archetype is present in a billion minds, that’s going to change the whole nature of civilization. I hope you can see that. I hope you can understand that. Because that’s what we’re dealing with. Conversely, if those billion people found a way to offload this archetype, everything would change. I hope you can see that, too. This is what we’re doing here. We’re trying to figure out a way to offload this archetype. Imagine it. A human without that archetype. A human liberated from it. Are you following me? You’re not just some human drone and idiot, are you? All right, so the archetype is finite. It has boundaries. It doesn’t go on forever, but it sort of pretends it does. It pretends it’s endless. You have to imagine it as finite. You have to see it as separate from yourself. IF YOU CAN, you begin to glimpse what it would be like if you didn’t have this archetype. You can begin to see how things would be different. Very, very different. If I’m a problem to you right now, then you’re looking for a solution, an answer. And vice versa. Do you understand? Whatever is a problem to you—and most everything is—you’re looking for a solution. What else would you be looking for? But suppose you and I are not problematic IN ANY WAY to each other. Then the situation would be quite different. There would be no situation. We can’t predict what would happen then, but it would be NEW. We would be different. Everything we did or said would be new. The archetype would disintegrate for us. It would go away. You’ve come to a place where we are researching THE GREAT UNLOADING. And the first thing we need to unload is this archetype. Are you with me? Do you want to stay and help us?”

Then Wilson was back where he started, in a bunker under Ft. Quint, with his military handlers. He held up his hand. “Before you ask me any questions,” he said, “I want you to know I scored a big fat blank. I did make it to a place. It was a small forest. I was there alone. I walked for a little while and didn’t see anyone. What was I supposed to see? Do you know? It was pretty boring.”

A colonel stepped forward and said, “That’s all right, son. We’ll prep you and send you again in a few weeks. Every little bit helps. The thing is, we’ve got ourselves a very large problem and we’re using our best people to help us with it. You’re one of the best. So don’t feel bad.”

“What’s the problem?” Wilson said. “You haven’t briefed me on it.”

The colonel nodded. “That’s the thing. We don’t know what it is. We’re trying to find out.”

“How do you know you have a problem if you don’t know what it is?” Wilson said.

The colonel frowned. “That’s another problem we’re working on.”


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.

Maps of consciousness as a form of mind control

Maps of consciousness as a form of mind control

by Jon Rappoport

July 9, 2017

Let’s start here. There are maybe five people on the planet, if that, who genuinely want to contemplate existence and DO NOTHING ELSE.

Everyone else WANTS TO DO SOMETHING.

Since civilization dawned on Earth, various teachers and groups have been making maps about consciousness and how it works and operates. A thousand groups and a million teachers, and they all have some kind of map of consciousness that supposedly yields up crucial insight.

Let’s cut to the chase. If a person is using one of those maps and finds it helps him DO WHAT HE TRULY WANTS TO DO in his life, GOOD.

Good, assuming he isn’t kidding himself about what he really wants to do.

If he uses a map to sit around and do very little, and he isn’t one of those five people I mentioned at the top, then what good is the map? It may seem incredibly true and marvelous, but so what?

I don’t care what a person believes, and I don’t care whether he changes what he believes on Tuesday and then changes it again or Thursday. If what he believes on Tuesday helps him do what he truly wants to do—for two days—and then what he believes on Thursday helps him do what he truly wants to do until next Tuesday, splendid.

If a person has a different FINAL AND IRREFUTABLE map of consciousness for every day of the week, and they all help him do what he truly wants to do in life, on those days, good for him.

The map doesn’t matter. The inner territory of individual consciousness matters, and in that territory there is a deep desire to do something; TO CREATE SOMETHING.

Each individual is an artist of reality. He wants to invent a reality and make it fact in the world. ACTION.

There are many, many people who have maps and do very little. They’re map makers. Or they’re borrowing other people’s maps and poring over them. None of this contributes to the action of creating what they want to create. So their days are rather quiet and empty. Pointedly ask them whether they’re satisfied, and if they’re honest, they’ll say no.

The investigation of consciousness, the expression of consciousness—all the questions sages and philosophers have been asking and answering forever—are useful to individuals or they’re not. If they’re not, they’re functioning as a form of mind control.

So what? What difference does it make? It makes a difference because, for centuries, religious and spiritual leaders have been using maps to trap followers, not liberate them. Any such map or picture of reality that doesn’t seek to give the individual more freedom, more responsibility, more creative power, more independence, more rational capability seeks to give him less of these things. And in many cases, the “less” amounts to passive acceptance of a picture of reality that puts a person in a peculiar trance, where he does nothing while believing he knows everything.

He knows the picture of reality he has been handed. He never really tests that picture by finding out whether it helps him do what he truly wants to do in his life. THE PICTURE IS A STAND-IN AND A SUBSTITUTE FOR WHAT HE WOULD REALLY WANT TO DO AND CREATE IN HIS LIFE, IF HE KNEW WHAT THAT WAS.

Now we get down to it; various elites have always painted pictures of reality for everyone else. “Here, this is reality. This is all-encompassing reality. The reality and future you might independently create for yourself are irrelevant.”

There is one more kicker. If a person went out and poured all his energy into bringing about the reality and future he truly wanted, he would eventually discover, as a “side effect,” the answers to the most profound questions he has about life and existence. On his own.

Instead of the answers that come by way of the reality map makers.

THAT is the situation.

For the past 35 years, that has been the bottom line of my work, my articles and lectures and books, and especially my Matrix collections: the liberation of the individual on his own terms, not anyone else’s.


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.

CIA Memories: a fragment of a novel

CIA Memories: a fragment of a novel

by Jon Rappoport

July 6, 2017

This is a fragment of a work-in-progress, a novel titled CIA Memories. I’ve been writing it, on and off, for almost 10 years now. This particular piece involves the creation of an archetype. Here it is:

Waverly. Some people at the Agency thought of him as a go-to guy, a problem solver. The trouble was he could be hard to find. Like a mother a lost child was looking for in a crowded mall. You never knew when he would show up. Or from where.

A few Agency folks thought of him as a twin. When he came around, they said he looked just like them. Hilarious.

My theory and understanding of Waverly is that he is a construct, a very complex one, who arose from numerous meetings and brainstorming sessions and conferences and secret chats.

The obsession to present problems and solve them at the Agency brought Waverly into being, unconsciously, as the problem solver. THEY CREATED HIM.

You could say he was a ghost or a sub-type, but when he walked into your office and sat down across from you and smiled, you were there with him. You didn’t want to be anywhere else. If you were the Night, he was the Day. And vice versa. He was what you didn’t have.

Sounds ridiculous, doesn’t it? But Waverly is that creature.

I’ve done my own research on this character, and I’ve come to even more extensive conclusions. Waverly is you, the reader. That’s right. You, who are reading this, were brought into being by the CIA. That’s a hard one to accept. I know. You’re Waverly, I’m Waverly, we’re all Waverly. We’re all virtual creatures created by the CIA.

And if we win our war against the Agency, what happens to Waverly? What happens to us? Do we disappear?

I don’t think so. Even though we started out as virtual, we’re not virtual anymore. We’ve grown into our own independent creatures, with will, with freedom, with intelligence, with imagination. We’re becoming more powerful, day by day.

As we become more powerful, the CIA becomes weaker. We are the solution the CIA has been looking for. The grand solution. But when that solution takes over, the problem goes away. The CIA is the problem and the problem generating machine. A SOLUTION DISPENSES WITH THE PROBLEM.

Once upon a time, there was a problem: how could humans get off the Earth? When airplanes were finally invented, the problem went away. It was no longer something people thought about.

On some level, the CIA is aware of the situation. On some level, they know they could go away. So they keep generating problems that need answers, any answers. It doesn’t matter how good or how crazy the solutions are. They have to keep that machine operating. They have to keep finding problems that need resolutions.

We, on the other hand, can create situations that get out ahead of the problems…

The CIA feeds intelligence to key groups and persons inside the government and in corporations. In other words, the Agency feeds problem after problem to the high echelons of control. The CIA is that type of consciousness. It is bent. It’s always been bent. It attracts people who are obsessed with dangerous problems and fantasies. Thus, Waverly came into being. He was a collective, and all of us were sprung from that collective…but now the trend has reversed. We have been separating. Each one of us.

Those who are interested in genuine definitions of sanity and insanity would do well to think about this.


power outside 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.

Your power is coming

Your power is coming

by Jon Rappoport

July 1, 2017

I could ease into this by saying your power stems from the ability to imagine new solutions to problems—and that’s true—but I want to start somewhere else right now.

Your power stems from the ability to conceive of a future that has no end.

And when you do this, of course you’re in that future, because try as you might, you don’t go away into nothing. You don’t end. That may come as a shock, or you may already know this.

ENDLESS is a fantastic thing to contemplate, especially when you apply it to WHATEVER YOU’RE DOING IN LIFE THAT YOU REALLY WANT TO DO.

For example, a writer writes. He writes endlessly. He spins dreams and stories and ideas and…much more than that. He turns reality upside down and inside out and then he comes back to reality and analyzes it down to its core and then the core below that and the core below that…and then he makes up another reality….

And beyond THAT, he writes. Who knows what he’s going to write tomorrow or a year from now or ten thousand years from now? Who know what forms he’s going to invent and un-invent and connect? That’s the fascination. And who knows who’s going to read what he writes….and what that means…

A writer is hanging on thunder and taking up residence in lightning and dispersing silver rain down on the earth in a future age and a past age, he crossing time, he’s waking up to a day in another universe, he’s always himself and he’s a million other things, he’s writing for himself and for nobody and everybody and there is no way to describe exactly who he is writing for…

There is always more to write, so the writer is anchored in THAT and he’s also out on the open sea. Always more, endlessly. Always more to do. If he gets tired of writing in one language he can write in another.

ENDLESS is a concept that is not embraced by society, and that is a good thing. The writer never tried to belong. He never tried to fit himself into a shelf in a room in a house. He is the house. He’s many houses.

Let’s look at ENDLESS from another angle. A person is looking at a painting. He’s sitting there looking at a painting he doesn’t understand. So what does he do? He’s going to be looking at that painting endlessly. So he goes through the many, many changes he goes through to interpret reality, to interpret reality in general. He sees things this way and that way and another way and another way…and eventually he exhausts all the ways he looks at reality, all the provincial ways, and finally he’s out in the open and he’s seeing in a way he never saw before…and THIS is when the exploration really begins…he has shed all the conventional ways of interpreting reality….he’s past that now…he’s past his own culture…he’s past the formal accepted ways of seeing…this is called magic. This is when magic begins to take hold and shake him like a tree. This is when he hears the bell ring and he wakes up. This is not a drug. This is not some teacher walking in the door and spouting great learning from ancient times. This is not a system. This is not believing in something. This is his own experience. I KEEP SAYING THIS AND I’LL KEEP SAYING IT, THE MAGIC COMES WHEN YOU MAKE YOUR OWN INTERPRETATIONS OF YOUR OWN EXPERIENCE. But it doesn’t come right away. It doesn’t come after five minutes. I know some great teachers who have much wisdom and who can’t move past the gate because they think they already know everything they’re going to know, and if they got hold of this thing called ENDLESS they would open the gate and walk through and then they would know all there is to know AGAIN and if they kept walking they would find something brand new and once again they would know everything there is to know and so on and so forth until they would realize…what? It’s hard to say. They would realize that they’re bigger than they thought they were and then they would think about that and see they’re both experiencing and inventing reality and they’re in the map of magic, they’re in the map and outside the map and they’re also making up the map. POWER. And then they would keep on going…


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.