My personal consulting services: belief systems

My personal consulting services: belief systems

 

By Jon Rappoport

 

In my years of working with private clients, I’ve never met a belief system.  I’ve never seen one.

 

“Belief system” is a term that has broad appeal, because it suggests that a person’s predispositions are organized and interlocked.  This sounds like science.

 

“I see.  My mind contains a system of mutually supporting beliefs.  My mind is operating in a scientific fashion, even if the belief system doesn’t assist me in attaining my goals.  So better science can bail me out.  It can change the system.  It can install a better system.  Perhaps I can even perform science on my own mind and analyze the system and insert new and more positive components.  Out with the old software, in with the new.  It’s a technical fix.  I make a list of better beliefs and plug them into the system…”

 

Absurd.

 

This is a fictional model that has no relation to how people change their own actions.

 

Basically, people change their actions by discovering something they really want to do in life.  Then they figure out how to do it.  They flesh out a new enterprise.  Then they launch the enterprise.

 

“But I can’t.  My belief system is holding me back.”

 

In my experience, that’s not true.  The person is holding himself back.  To put it another way, no matter how many insights a person may have about his “self-limiting beliefs,” a moment is going to arrive when he either pulls the trigger on launching a new enterprise, or he doesn’t.

 

It helps to understand that people who take action do it with a naked decision.  They cross the line.  They step forward.  They don’t wait around for a sign.  They don’t try to scrub away all the possible negative factors that could hold them back.  They make a move.

 

This has nothing to do with any system.

 

In my consulting work, there is something I do that helps certain clients.  I give them exercises that flesh out the enterprise they would launch, if they decide to do what they really want to do.  In a way, it resembles a rehearsal for the real thing.  Or I give them exercises that make their vision of the enterprise more vivid.

 

But nothing under the sun, except the person himself, will decide to launch a new enterprise, launch it, and keep it going.  To think otherwise creates an obstruction, a piece of fantasy that only postpones the moment.

 

On the other hand, I’ve had clients who were ready to take action from the outset.  They first needed to discover what they really wanted to do in life—and then flesh out an enterprise that would express that deep desire.  Through dialogue and exercises, I’ve been able to help them make that discovery.  And build a plan.

 

In these times, many people are feeling “down” because of various political developments.  That state of mind won’t transport them to where they want to go.  I salute the people who keep moving forward in their lives, who are determined to make their largest visions into fact in the world.

 

If civilization has a root reason to exist, that reason is removing obstructions for such individuals.  After all, they build the best of what civilization has to offer.

Answers in art

Answers in art

by Jon Rappoport

May 21, 2017

“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.


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.

Ending free speech: the Great Dot in the mind

Ending free speech: the Great Dot in the mind

by Jon Rappoport

May 14, 2017

Here are some current ‘microaggressions’ listed by the University of California document, Microaggressions and the Messages They Send. These statements are considered out of bounds, racist, sexist. They shouldn’t be uttered. Yes, these are real: ‘Where are you from?’ ‘Where were you born?’ ‘You speak English very well.’ ‘Wow! How did you become so good at math?’ ‘There is only one race, the human race.’ ‘America is a melting pot.’ ‘I don’t believe in race.’ ‘I believe the most qualified person should get the job.’ Again, students, staff, and professors should not utter these and other such statements. In that case, why not graduate to blanket-surveillance, to monitor every word spoken on campus? Teams of student groups could watch and listen and make rulings and deliver punishments.

I’m sick and tired of partial solutions like “triggering” and “safe spaces.” I’m fed up with lame accusations of white privilege as a means to shutting up people who have pinkish whitish skin covering their bodies. I don’t want to hear any more about cancellations of public speeches and riots. Let’s get it over with. I want to see the COMPLETE shutdown of free speech on campuses. Let’s go all the way. Let the kids have control of the operation. Let them strut around like little Mussolinis and Hitlers and clamp down. Give them police power. They’ll burn the libraries for sure. They’ll fire all the teachers and get rid of courses and degrees. They’ll dethrone all previous authority. They’ll turn the buildings and lawns into garbage heaps. They’ll rule over the stench. They’ll knock down all structures and use the parts to build hovels and shacks and they’ll squat. They’ll hold committee of justice meetings and go to war with each other. They’ll assemble tribunals and punish offenders. They’ll declare themselves separate from their parents. They’ll demand money from the state. They’ll turn stadiums and athletic fields into shanty towns for “the people.” Gangs will form. And so on.

Let’s get to it. No need to wait.

And then, in the aftermath…after a rebuild, after wiser heads have prevailed….

In the fall of 2065, an incoming freshmanwomanLBGTQ entered the dining hall at the University of California Berkeley Safe Space Consortium, stepped into the lunch line, and asked a server, “Am I permitted to have a glass of water?”

As soon as the student uttered the word “water,” the server staggered, as if hit by a bullet, and fell to the concrete floor, striking her elbow. She lay there for several minutes, gasping, mumbling, and yelling.

Three ambulances arrived, and she was transported to the local Trauma Ward of the SF Social Justice Hospital for Victims of Micro-PTSD.

She was treated for a two-inch bruise and subsequently kept on-site, for three weeks, to undergo counseling and brain repatterning.

The student who had spoken the word “water” was tried before a college court and found guilty of “triggering a catastrophic moment,” in light of the 30-year water shortage in California. He/she was expelled from college and ordered to perform three months of kitchen labor at a local home for “the downward readjustment of IQ among students of excessive privilege.”

Thereafter, in a joint conference of 600,000 students, professors, staff, and chief administrators of the entire U of California system, held on the premises of the Bohemian Grove Woof-Woof Ritual Center, a vote was cast in favor of making the U of California a “silent teaching space.”

From that moment on, no words would be spoken or written at the U of California, because “any word at any time could provoke a severe adverse event among the vulnerable…”

It was determined that “information itself contains an inherently racist and sexist bias, which cannot be corrected, given the current level of technology.”

Therefore, “teaching is an offense to all students.”

Four years of silent contemplation and meditation on the inequities of society would stand in as the replacement.

Students who survived this rigor of silence would be awarded a degree with honors.

In the ensuing decade, 469 students broke the Rule of Omerta, and were taken to Alcatraz and locked in ancient cells. They were periodically waterboarded, to stress the seriousness of their crimes. The punishment was called The Immersion Technique for the Reversal of Speech, under US Federal Mandate 14389-C/F.

We are all familiar with the NY Times bestseller, My Four Years of Enlightenment, written by Debra John Joseph Margaret Ames Ali Schwartz Washington Hernandez Chan. A key passage has been cited in the US Department of Homeland manual, Avoiding Prosecution after a Surveillance Finding:

“Eventually, at Alacatraz, I forgot where I had grown up, who my parents were, and what ambitions I had for the future. All thought was reduced down to a small dot in my mind, an entirely neutral dot that carried no bias or prejudice. It was there. It was a good and proper thing. It could offend no one. It could trigger nothing. When I knew this, I was free. I could shrug off my chains and take my place among friends and comrades.”

The author is now a monk at the U Cal Adjunct Center of Cosmic Reduction. Recognition of the Great Dot is the goal of every student candidate.

The Dot signifies a level of achievement no past society or civilization has attained. Intentional or accidental insult to the infinitely vulnerable human consciousness can now be avoided, and thus peace can reign.

The primary sin of the past was proliferation of language. It ushered in massive instability and trauma.

In particular, the heinous poets were the leading-edge forces that shattered the calm. Their provocative innovations and flights of fancy wrought havoc on a wide scale. Such irresponsible outpourings can no longer be tolerated in the Global Village.

Language is on the way out. It has finally been identified as the major obstacle to human progress.

Why exacerbate the already-unequal capacity to learn something that, by its very nature, is the enemy of serene consciousness?

Shrink the public menace.

What we have always wanted is an eternity of quietude. It is now within our grasp.

Ask not for whom the bell tolls. Turn off the bell.


The Matrix Revealed

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Jon Rappoport

The author of three explosive collections, THE MATRIX REVEALED, EXIT FROM THE MATRIX, and POWER OUTSIDE THE MATRIX, Jon was a candidate for a US Congressional seat in the 29th District of California. He maintains a consulting practice for private clients, the purpose of which is the expansion of personal creative power. Nominated for a Pulitzer Prize, he has worked as an investigative reporter for 30 years, writing articles on politics, medicine, and health for CBS Healthwatch, LA Weekly, Spin Magazine, Stern, and other newspapers and magazines in the US and Europe. Jon has delivered lectures and seminars on global politics, health, logic, and creative power to audiences around the world. You can sign up for his free NoMoreFakeNews emails here or his free OutsideTheRealityMachine emails here.

The hidden paranormal people

The hidden paranormal people

by Jon Rappoport

May 14, 2017

NOTE: I’ve combined several pieces here. In various ways, they’re connected.

ONE: A LESSON IN DIVISION AND ITS OPPOSITE

Conventional physics argues that all the tiny particles which make up the universe are:

Neutral and unconscious and dead—

And yet, say these same physicists, the brain, which is only a collection of such particles, is conscious.

The absurdity of this contradiction can only be sustained by monopolistic authority.

Consciousness is as non-material and paranormal as paranormal can be.

Without it, obviously, we would not be communicating right now. We would not be here. We would not Be.

Categories like telepathy, ESP, clairvoyance, and telekinesis don’t tell the whole story. They’re just a pale reflection of the fact that Existence itself is paranormal.

Consensus reality, on the other hand, is a stage play based on the notion of “normal.”

So here we are, and we’re all paranormal, and we’re living in a normal world. If that isn’t a joke, if that isn’t a sickness, if that isn’t a conspiracy, what is?

The Matrix can spawn one Agent Smith after another, like a machine turning out products, and still the incalculable and magical fact of consciousness endures beyond the machine.

The stage play called reality is dedicated to top-down control, because consciousness, if unleashed as creative power, if allowed to flourish, would explode the stage flats and take us out into an open sky of such varied magic it would ring in a multiverse of unpredictable beauties…none of which require supervision from the psychopaths behind the curtain.

Making life into a machine is the goal of elites. We, on the other hand, see something else.

We don’t need to define what that is in a lab. We certainly don’t need to develop algorithms that purport to define what we are.

…Forty years ago, I was hired to tutor a young girl in arithmetic. She was having trouble with long division. She was in sixth grade, she was extremely bright, but she couldn’t do division. This is what I was told.

So one night I walked into a very large house in West Los Angeles. The mother, tall and thin, a remote ghost, led me into a cavernous living room, in the center of which sat her daughter, at a small table.

The mother gestured vaguely and glided off into unknown rooms and left the two of us alone.

I sat down. I gave the girl a couple of division problems to work, and she couldn’t. She grimaced.

“Don’t worry,” I said. “We’ll fix it.”

I asked her to explain what she was confused about. I wanted to get her to talk. She thought about it and recalled a few experiences in arithmetic, from third grade.

I sat there and listened. As she talked, she raised her head and started looking at me. There we were, in a huge quiet house, a dead house, two people, two strangers.

Something clicked. She began smiling.

She said, “I can read very well, but I can’t do division.”

I smiled, too, because it seemed there was a joke here, and it had nothing to do with math. It had to do with her whole life, the house, her parents.

Neither of us quite knew what was going on, but we were in the moment.

Without thinking, she said, “I’m in prison.”

She laughed.

I said, “Right now, I don’t why but I feel like I’m in prison, too.”

We both laughed.

That was all it took.

I brought her back to the beginning of division, started from the bottom, and we worked our way up to more complicated problems. It took about an hour and she was fine.

I felt like we were two undersea divers, our oxygen lines were crossed and pinched, and we’d worked out the kinks. We could breathe again.

After that, we talked about her school, my days in school, teachers. She mentioned tomatoes. She said she was growing them in the back yard.

She took me through a few large rooms into the yard, turned on the pool lights, and we walked along a path to her garden, by a high fence.

The vines were tall, and the red tomatoes looked splendid.

We walked back and sat down at a table by the pool and looked at the water. All of a sudden, things shifted. The night sky was wide open. I could feel the air on my face. I could smell flowers.

“It’s a nice yard,” I said.

She nodded. “I’m reading everything Charles Dickens wrote,” she said.

“Why?” I said.

“Because it doesn’t seem to end,” she said.

I thought about it.

“Some things are like that,” I said.

“No,” she said. “Everything is like that.”

I looked at her.

She was smiling. Her face was radiant.

“Remember what you just said,” I said.

“I will,” she said.

She put out her hand. I shook it.

That was the end of the lesson.

I’ll always remember it.

Magic.

TWO: THE HIDDEN FIRE OF ANCIENT TIBET

There’s a local church in my neighborhood that brings in Tibetan monks once a year to do a sand painting.

For a few days, the Monks use colored sands to create a memorized complex mandala on a large table.

At this service on Easter, the monks destroyed the mandala. They always do that. That’s their gig. They make it and then they whisk it away into dust.

An array of reasons was given to the congregation, to explain why the monks get rid of a sand painting after they’ve completed it.

One, they were “transmuting” the painting. Two, they were now using the sand to create “healing.” Three, they were giving people small envelopes of sand to “spread the healing/creation.” Four, they were illustrating the ineffable or transient nature of all things.

These are all “New Age reasons.” Superficial food for a modern audience.

In the ancient Tibetan tradition, the creation of art had a much deeper and wilder purpose: to reveal that the universe is a product of mind. Period. The universe isn’t some intrinsically sacred entity, it’s a work of art…and if it can be vividly and deeply perceived as such, the adept (artist) can then spontaneously delete pieces of physical reality and/or insert pieces of his own invented reality into universe. Magic.

This was the core of Tibetan thought, and it was brought to the country some 1400 years ago by rebel teachers from India.

UNIVERSE IS A PRODUCT OF MIND. THEREFORE, YOU CAN SPONTANEOUSLY AND MAGICALLY ALTER REALITY.

The ancient Tibetans weren’t fooling around. They weren’t about worship or self-effacing religion. And they weren’t just claiming a person could manifest a desire in the physical world. Of course that could be done. They were going light years farther.

They were saying the universe, at the deepest level, wasn’t really an interlocking system of energies. No, it was a creation of mind. The whole thing was, in that sense, one work of art. Just one. Universe is one work of art among an infinity of possible works of art.

To really qualify as an adept, you had to able to destroy (as in DESTROY) what you created. Not disperse it or turn it into some healing force or blow magic dust on a crowd with it. No. You had to be cheerfully willing to destroy what you create. Otherwise, you would be caught in tangle of diminishing power, fueled by your precious and careful attitude about your own inventions.

Yes, these people were riverboat gamblers. They were shoving in all their chips. They were tough and determined and innovative to the nth degree.

Nothing like them had ever been seen on the face of the Earth.

Two authors are indispensable to understanding what was really going on in Tibet all those years ago. John Blofeld and Alexandra David-Neel. Read Blofeld’s The Tantric Mysticism of Tibet and any of David-Neel’s books about her travels in Tibet, including With Mystics and Magicians in Tibet.

Of great importance is Blofeld’s description of a practice he translates as “Deity Visualization.” The Tibetan student is given a very precise “personage” to create in his mind, down to the last detail of accoutrement. Presumably, this information was relayed to him through a painted mandala.

The student would then retire into isolation, and for months, perhaps years, he would work on this “interior painting,” in his imagination. If he was finally able to hold the complete image together, mentally, he would be done with phase 1.

Then, phase 2, and the imagined personage would seem to come to life. It would become the student’s friend, his ongoing guide, his advisor. The teacher would watch this joyous interaction between the student and the “personage,” and when he saw the student was starting to rely on his new best friend, he would tell the student: DESTROY IT.

This third phase, it was said, was harder than the original task of creating it.

If the student could move through all three phases, he would realize that universe IS a product of mind…and he would be able to impact universe spontaneously. Making things disappear, re-appear, inventing “new pieces” to insert into physical reality.

No ceremonies, no allegiance necessary.

However, as always happens, the priests moved in.

Then the Tibetans clogged up their own fantastic technique of creative work with immense amounts of baggage and ritual and “preparation.” The student had to approach magic from a long way off, had to endure all sorts of hardship. In Tibet, the theocracy took over and buried the core of the teaching.

Then on top of that, coming into modern times, further New Age fluff was added to the mix, resulting in a ludicrous mess.

Yes, the ancient Tibetans—before the priests obscured the most profound of all Earth-bred cosmologies—were on to something enormous.

The monk sand painters at the local church on Sunday? I have no idea what they remember about their real tradition. But they are a vague reminder of that wildness and actual wisdom.

Whether anyone knows or cares, that’s what the sand painting and destruction are about.

There is much more to say about all this, and in various venues I have and will be saying it. Based on this ancient Tibetan fire, I’ve developed a number of techniques that move toward the original Tibetan goal. (See my collection, Exit From The Matrix.)

There is a great deal of nonsense and underbrush to clear away, to establish a new mystery school—where the mystery is out in the open.

THREE: CIA MEMORIES, PART 2

Fiction

NOTE: A patient presently confined to the Sleight Center psychiatric facility believes he is the director of the CIA. He also believes he is living in the year 2053. He is writing CIA memos to “his own top people.”

Memo: July 7, 2053

Dear All:

The other day I wrote this: “There is now no doubt that we have become victims of our own manipulations of time. I find myself in different periods, depending on the day. And not by choice.” I would now revise that statement. I am shifting identities, and each identity carries its own time signature. That is a different situation. Obviously, I have many legends and cover stories I developed over the years in the Agency. At some point, the covers began to take on new force. They ceased being simple disguises. They penetrated past and future. This is a theatrical quality. For example, I found myself reading documents which hadn’t yet been written.

This is the beginning of something. See, I don’t think I’ll be coming back to this place after I leave. I don’t think so. I don’t know where I’ll go, but it won’t be here. There is one thing I need to do while I’m still here. I need to sever my last connection. That connection has to do with secrets. Secrets still fascinate me. So I’ll have to take the lid off and go down that hole into the massive cave and spill all the secrets I find there. Messages about the secrets. Some of them are very complicated. That’s not a problem. I’m ready. I’m ready to deliver those messages. For example, the one about the person who thinks he is me, who imitates me, who accesses records about me, in order to build his legend. I assume he is the current CIA Director, posing as me. I would pose as me, too, if I could. After all, I have a great deal of knowledge. I’m rather handsome. I’m facile. My enemies fear me. Most of you don’t know this, but at the Agency we have a number of doubles who are posing as employees. Don’t ask me where the actual employees have gone. I don’t know. I don’t keep track of that. Apparently, someone wants to take over the Agency and is doing so at a slow pace. Replace an agent here, an agent there. On the other hand, and this is what really interests me, the replacement program could stem from the desire to improve the Agency. Bring in new and improved doubles, as an upgrade. Produce androids. This is the future. Suppose, one day, you’re walking around and you see a person who looks exactly like you buying bread in a shop. You approach him and engage him in conversation. You discover he knows everything you know. But he knows it with more clarity. He’s integrated. He’s more agile. You’re no longer useful, pragmatically speaking. You’re out. In an instrumental society, you’re defunct. You have to go somewhere else. You have to start over. You’re cut loose. You don’t need to consider your obligations.

That’s where I am now, except I’m confined. But that will end. I’m not unhinged. I’m lucid. And I consider my options. When I was officially serving as Director, I made sure conflicting messages were broadcast in the press. This is the straightest path to sowing confusion in the public mind. Confusion leads to despair, and despair leads to inaction. Does that sound like the work of a crazy man? I knew exactly what I was doing. Just as I do now. Think about it. I can communicate with you, my top people at the Agency, can’t I? They can’t stop me. So I’m still the de facto Director of the CIA. They may have my double over there sitting in my chair, but I supersede him. He thinks he’s me, but I know I’m me.

Remember when we got rid of Nixon? We worked through our cutout at the FBI, and he worked with Woodward. Woodward peeled away the layers of the onion on that story. But the whole story was already in the bag. It was a preordained conclusion that Nixon would leave the White House. We had to make it look like an investigation, a sequence. We do that for the rubes and yokels. We give them sequence, but time is already collapsed. We work with time, ladies and gentlemen. That’s our forte.

With JFK, we were aiming for shock value. The sudden explosion of a shot, to induce public trauma. But with Nixon, we spread it out. We can go either way. We destabilize. That’s one of our primary missions. They’ve tried to destabilize me, but they’ve failed. I’m stronger than ever. The psychiatrists at this facility think they’re experts at creating imbalance, but they don’t have a clue who they’re dealing with. From the beginning, I was suckled on an unpredictable nipple. Here today, gone tomorrow. I absorbed the lesson.

Above all, we must remember, when we’re fighting enemies, they are the people to whom we gave life. We invented them. We brought them up. If we lose that knowledge, we lose everything.

We turn out reality. We make it up. Through our agents and assets and cutouts, we disseminate the truth as we create it. If we say the sky is falling, the sky is falling, even if it isn’t. We have the means to build a world, a universe. Why wouldn’t we build it? Should we shrink back from our duty? There is no actual world. It’s an indefinable mix of people and events. It has no form. We give it form. We give it meaning. It’s not our fault that people can’t achieve that on their own. Remember, when the ancient Roman Empire was crumbling, because it couldn’t control all the territory it was conquering, it changed course. It decided to shape a Church that would construct a cosmic order according to a story line it invented. It would thus control minds. That was the great change. Why use armies when words and pictures and theatrical presentations shape thought itself? We are our own Church. We still use political subversion and military force, but on the whole we are dealing with mental processes. We slip in unnoticed and re-constitute belief and opinion and perception.

Given enough time, and adequate personnel, we could convince the population that the world is made of jelly beans. Why not? Atoms, electrons, protons, nuclei, quarks—all dead, all in motion according to inexorable laws. They therefore eliminate the possibility of consciousness. It’s already a jelly bean cosmology…


Exit From the Matrix

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


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.

Discovering desire

Discovering desire

by Jon Rappoport

May 9, 2017

A long time ago, I asked a writer why he wrote.  He just said, “Something new.  Something I never thought of before.”

You know something is there; you just don’t know what it is yet.  But you’ll launch it.  It’s your ship.  You’ll move it out of port.

The world has come to a place where many people now believe they, as individuals, don’t move anything.  The only motion is of the group.  This is a fallacy.  It doesn’t take a village.

I think of writers who moved me in the past.  It wasn’t a matter of agreeing with them.  It was a matter of hearing a voice that let me know there was another person whose urge to express himself in the world was paramount.  Someone was climbing a mountain.  Someone was flying.  Someone was dreaming.  Someone had stopped waiting.  Someone was at the helm.  He wasn’t plotting his course according to standards that had already been laid down.  He was navigating according to an interior roll of the dice.  The dice weren’t random.  They were tuned to an invisible desire.

A book.  The mystery of opening a book.  Looking at the first page.  How does it begin?  Does it ignite a fire?

A book can be a life.

A painting can be a life.

A single thought can give birth to a new life.

From that moment, everything is different.


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

CIA Memories

This short piece of fiction may grow into something larger…

by Jon Rappoport

April 26, 2017

“We shall not cease from exploration, and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time.” TS Eliot, Four Quartets

NOTE: A patient presently confined to the Sleight Center psychiatric facility believes he is the director of the CIA. He also believes he is living in the year 2053. He is writing CIA memos to “his own top people.”

Memo: July 5, 2053

Dear All:

As you know, eight years ago, some son of a bitch blocked us, and by –blocked– and –us– I mean he brought everybody of any importance to a standstill and stopped us from fighting the great war to liberate whatever has to be liberated and of course I’m also referring to our cherished freedoms and the people who hate us for our freedoms and I’m talking about total surveillance, without which our very existence treads a fine line above a chasm of despair and defeat and misery forever. Okay?

Well, we’ve made progress. We don’t know who the son of a bitch is yet, although we’ve eliminated 365,789,543 potential inter-dimensional agents. We do know this: the traitor issued a code command which connected every significant surveillance platform and system of every nation on Earth and made them One, and then, on top of that, disabled the whole network, and by disabled I mean stopped, slammed, crushed, defanged, derailed, curtailed, scrambled, upended, shattered. Every new effort made by every intelligence agency on the planet to repair or rebuild or create anew the kind of surveillance we so desperately need has likewise been obstructed, blown apart, dismantled, disintegrated.

That was and is the op.

People are going about their lives and no one is spying on them.

This is unheard of. It’s unthinkable. It’s worse than nuclear war.

And the overall effect of these horrors? The public seems happy. Satisfied.

How can that be?

My wife has run off with a cellist! My son has stopped taking drugs. My daughter, a poor student at best, is memorizing the Constitution! On her own!

Is somebody spraying a drug in the air?

Today, unbidden, I wrote this in my journal:

Shining, it was Adam and maiden,
The sky gathered again
And the sun grew round that very day.
So it must have been after the birth of the simple light
In the first, spinning place, the spellbound horses walking
warm
Out of the whinnying green stable
On to the fields of praise.

Those are the words of an obscure 20th-century poet, Dylan Thomas.

How did they get into my head?

There are moments during the day when I can’t remember why we were spying on everybody. It’s just out of reach. I know it was right, I just don’t know why.

But an eerie thought is spreading. Well, two eerie thoughts. Maybe three. The first is, I’m really spying on myself. I’m trying to learn about myself. That seems too facile, so the second thought is, I’m trying to learn how to behave (because I never knew) by watching other people all the time. And the third is, I’m performing an entirely random act. I’m an atom looking at other atoms, and the other atoms are…waiting for something. I’m watching them wait. The universe is on pause. Perhaps it always has been. I’m watching and hoping to see a clue, a clue about how to set the atoms into significant action. I don’t know what that action would be. But I’ll know when I see it. Some person will do something entirely unpredictable, something no one could have considered before, and then I’ll wake up from a dream. In the meantime, I’m waiting and watching. We’re all looking for the same clue. We know it’s there, somewhere, and we’re alert.

We watch life to find out what it is. We may be inspired for a moment or two, and then we may want to create something, but we prefer to lapse back and watch. This is our default setting. We defend it. We are a painter who sits in front of his canvas and stares at the white space and waits for something to move him, so he can lay the brush on the surface.

At any rate, things are quiet around here these days, as I’m sure they are where you are, too. It’s given me time to think about many of our past ops. I realize that in some cases, we’ve ended up spying on ourselves, not on purpose, of course, but because we’ve lost track of agents and sub-scenarios. In one instance, our own Russian impersonator ended up defecting back here from Moscow and, failing to remember he was ours, we put him through the mill for six months, trying to figure out whether he was giving us good information. Obviously, he must have been in a state of utter identity-confusion himself. We were looking in the mirror, so to say. As I recall, we ended up believing we’d extracted some very good data from him, but it was probably material we’d seeded him with before we slipped him into the Kremlin.

Who knows what the Russian service thought of the whole business?

I’ve been developing a hypothesis about discovery and insight. As confusion increases, knowledge erodes. But then a threshold is reached, beyond which the confusion is so great that a sudden penetration occurs. The observer, the watcher comprehends a pattern he never noticed before. He escapes from part of the labyrinth.

I confided my ideas to my secretary, and she speculated it was all blowback. In other words, the sudden penetration is actually a case of remembering what we put in motion at an earlier time. We’re looking at our own thoughts.

A few years ago, we had an extreme situation here with one of our watchers. He reported that he’d been observing people saying and doing things he’d seen them do the week before. The exact things, down to the finest detail. We tried to disabuse him of this, but he wouldn’t relent. We sent him to the shrinks, and that didn’t help at all.

Let me go back to a very old operation. The JFK hit. Lee Oswald was one of ours, but he also wasn’t. He was doubling, he was tripling, he was an actor playing multiple roles, and we never could figure out who he was working for by the end. I would say we brought on the confusion ourselves. We were so clever, we had planted Oswald with so many layers of cover that we set him loose in a jungle of tigers, and those tigers could have co-opted him. Oswald could have lost track. He could have deceived himself. He knew he was a patsy, but he didn’t remember how or why. In a sense, he was the perfect agent, because if he had survived he would have stumped his interrogators. The man didn’t know. He had wrapped himself in a mystery. In the few seconds of his dying from a bullet wound, he could have thought he was working for the Russians or the Americans or the Cubans or the mafia or oil men in Texas or the man in the moon. Oswald was a false trail and a cover story and a dead end and a limited hangout, even to himself.

So yes, perhaps all this time we have been spying on ourselves. And perhaps that is the ultimate goal of all our surveillance. To see ourselves. To see what we do and think. For example, we create and fund a terrorist group, and then we tell everyone somebody else created that group, and then we forget we created it, and then we spy on the group and track its every move. We spy on our own creation. This would be the painter attending his own opening in a gallery—where he has installed a hundred cameras to follow the action, as if the place was flooded with subversives, as if his own paintings were somehow criminal in nature.

Unthinking atoms…how do we stimulate them and bring them awake? We spy on them until they feel it, and then they react. They take a new course of action. We force that. We put the whole universe under a microscope, and then it responds.

The CIA, therefore, has a metaphysical purpose, which overrides every other motive.

I’ve always suspected this.

We keep spying on “things as they are” until they aren’t.

However, as I say, we have been inventing/creating terrorist groups all over the world. We invent the enemy, lie about him, and then try to overthrow him. This, of course, goes far beyond mere observation.

We need agents who will spy on our people who are inventing enemies. This will preserve our metaphysical mandate. Do you see?

We must spy on everyone and everything, including ourselves.

Now do you understand why I am the Director of the Agency? I can grasp the big picture. I can see clearly. I understand our position in the cosmos.


power outside the matrix

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


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 personal vision

Your personal vision

by Jon Rappoport

April 19, 2017

This isn’t about whether you need glasses. It’s about having a vision of the future. The future you want.

The future is composed of time starting one second from now—if you want it to. Or it could start tomorrow. Or next week. Or five years from now. Or never.

An extremely pointed and useful question is: what do you really want to do?

An answer to that begins to give birth to a vision.

But suppose the answer is: play music.

Does that mean you have to come up with a five-year plan right away? Does that mean you have to map out some sort of business structure immediately? Or could it simply mean YOU WANT TO PLAY MUSIC?

If that’s what it means, then start playing. Now.

Why not? It’s what you want to do.

And then, as you keep playing in the days and weeks ahead, think about the ways you could play music. Alone. With a small group. With an orchestra. What do you want?

It turns out you put together the future in pieces. You add pieces. Then, at some point, you see enough to fill in details and look at something long range. Maybe.

Or you could be one of those people who, five minutes after starting to play music, rushes to the computer and builds an architecture for the next 20 years of your life.

Different people operate in different ways.

There is no ironclad system legislated by the universe.

But you need to do something you want to do; in this case, play music.

If you don’t, you float and drift and percolate and ruminate and end up chewing cud.

Not doing something becomes a drug, and the addiction creeps in.

People are always doing something, but they aren’t usually doing what they really want to do.

Then there are people who are doing what they want to do, but they stop. Why?

For various reasons. One of those reasons is: they do enough of what they want to do, for a week, a month, a year, five years, and then they reach the end. After that, they don’t feel the impulse to keep doing it. The magic goes away. They aren’t interested anymore. It turns out they wanted to eat a fabulous meal for eight years, and then they were finished with the meal, and it was time to get up from the table.

That can happen.

All of the above is a prelude to me saying: imagination isn’t like this. It never runs out. It doesn’t need a plan. It doesn’t need a conclusion. Imagination is what you haven’t thought of yet. Imagination is the idea you haven’t come across yet. Imagination is more than having a vision. Imagination can enhance a vision and spread it out into previously unseen realms. Imagination is about the possible and the impossible and beyond. Once you really start exercising your imagination in numerous ways, you’re going to come across unexplored lands, and you’re going to feel new energy and inspiration. Who knows what you’ll do then? Whatever it is, when it becomes too familiar, imagination will be waiting for you and you can start the next episode.

If you’re looking for magic, there it is.


Exit From the Matrix

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


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.