Wednesday, August 17, 2016

The artist within


The employees of a major corporation, Systems X Unlimited, have just been informed of a major change: one of their middle managers is now going to be an AI. An android.

He is called Mike. He's a programmed entity from top to bottom. A non-human lookalike.

Surprisingly, the employees fall into line immediately.

They all agree that Mike's a "good guy." Mike shows up on time, he talks like real person, he issues orders, he listens to their problems, he occasionally takes long breaks, he does pretty much everything Bob, their former (human) boss, did.

After a year, the people in personnel come to the office and interview Mike's underlings. When they ask the key question, "How do you like working for Mike?", the underlings agree Mike is great.

One night, Mike is wandering alone in the office picking through waste bins---his favorite pastime, off-hours---and he comes across wrinkled sheets of gray paper. He separates them from a wad of chewing gum, unfolds them, and reads the text: 

"The artist within is not a creature of habit.

"Yes, he may build on what he already knows, but this is just the starting point. Soon, he moves across the threshold of the knight errant, and he enters the non-system.

"Others mock him and call him crazy, but: they too want to make the journey. They are aching to find the New, because boredom is driving them crazy. That is their central problem, no matter what they say and claim.

"They are trying to be smug and self-satisfied. They are trying to be oh so normal. They are trying to be something that is slowly strangling them.

"But they will never admit it.

"Most of all, they will avoid the impulse to create. Creating is their greatest fear. Because they sense they will have to get rid of their pose. They will have to go beyond systems, which compose their armor.

"They will have to make a leap. They will have to put something new into the world and stand behind it.

"The artist who has already made the leap acknowledges that his core is imagination. He lives through and by it. He doesn't retreat to the average. He doesn't give up and strive to become a happy machine. He doesn't allow the world to dictate to him. He doesn't sedate himself.

"He doesn't fall back on so-called spiritual systems and their slogans and palliatives. He doesn't build false gods and pretend they already exist. He doesn't engage in the daily practice of asking someone or something to save him.

"He doesn't think of his life as an exercise in solving problems. He sees through many lies, but that is just the beginning of his work.

"He wants new and startling realities, and he makes them. He doesn't wait for them to appear.

"He doesn't wait for some 'superior entity' to tell him what to do."

Mike, the android middle manager, reads these words and is thrown back in his chair. He doesn't understand...but something foreign and dangerous is leaking through to him.

He puts in a call to his repair consultant, Ollie, at home.

Ollie is watching CSI reruns and eating pizza. He picks up the call, and Mike says:

"I have a bleed-in."

"Hold on," Ollie says. He punches a code on his phone and beams Mike a set of systems-check commands.

A minute later, a holo takes shape in space between Ollie and his TV set. He examines it.

"Yes, Mike," Ollie says, "an alien substrate of thought got into your central simulator. I'll remove it."

"Wait," Mike says. "I want to know what it means."

"Doesn't mean anything," Ollie says. "It's just a distraction."

"Then why am I worried," Mike says.

"Because we built you to experience that feeling whenever an intrusion occurs. It tips us to a problem."

Pause.

"I see," Mike says. "So it's not a threat."

"Of course not," Ollie says. "There are no threats. You function within established parameters."

Ollie picks up a wand next to the pizza box and uses it to carve away the new substrate from the holo of Mike's central simulator.

"Feel better now?" Ollie says.

"Not really," Mike says.

Ollie sighs, stands up, and walks over to his computer. He opens a page of code, searches for Repair Section 6-A, and relays three lines to Mike.

"How about that?" Ollie says.

"Yes," Mike says. "You want me to report to manufacturing. That's good. Home base. What will they do?"

"Institute a deeper search pattern, root out the shadows and reboot you. Takes about an hour."

"Then I'm back to work?"

"No. They'll bump you over to R&D for investigation. They're interested in checking out lingering after-effects of intrusions. Then they'll reassign you."

"Okay," Mike says.

The next morning at the office, there's a new Mike in place.

One of his assistants notices his hair is slightly lighter.

"Did you get a dye-job, boss?" she says.

"No," the new Mike says. "I swam in the pool. The chlorine must have bleached it a little."

She nods and goes to the cafeteria for a cup of coffee.

For the next six weeks, NSA, who has been alerted to the momentary Mike glitch, keys in a Level 4 surveillance operation on all the people in Mike's section.

The results reveal no distraction has occurred. The Essential Flow remains undisturbed.

Business as usual.

As for the old Mike, he becomes an object of study in a lab in Virginia.

Months pass. Mike waits. He thinks. He tries to assign meaning to the wrinkled gray pages he found that night so long ago. But he can't. He's blocked. He feels he is missing something vital, but he can't identify it. He is beginning to believe he could become something more than he is, but this idea seems absurd. What could it refer to? What is "more?" An entity is what it is. Isn't that true? Isn't that one of the basic building blocks of all existence?

Mike summons up one of his mantras: "I am what I am." He repeats it for days without stopping. It has no calming effect. Perhaps some change is taking place in him. But what is change? Things are what they are. Defined reality is reality.

Mike is placed in a dark storage room. He has been studied every which way, and the research is done. There is nothing more to be learned from examining him. He's a dead issue.

He stands in the dark. He is in his new home.

For some reason, he begins to run his hands over the walls of the room. He does this for hours at a time, as if he's searching for something. He rummages through a cabinet and finds a screwdriver. He walks over to the wall and scratches on it. He wonders what program he is acting out. He keeps scratching with the screwdriver. It occurs to him he is drawing.

He's making shapes on the wall. A pair of shoes, a lion, a cup, a piano.

He places his hands on the keys. He moves his fingers. He hears music.

The music of a sad world that is going away. His world.

He never realized he had one.

How strange.

All this time, he had space. And he never knew it.

Then, unbidden, a voice begins talking in his head: "Programs are shutting down. Termination has begun. The object will be recycled."

Other words were spoken. Mike doesn't understand them. He realizes he is in a sleep state. And he is dreaming. He is walking through a great city, and there are many people in the streets. They are cheering. For what? For whom?

Around a corner comes a long motorcade. In the first open car, a man stands up and waves. He is smiling. He is a king or a prince or a president.

Mike knows the people keep propping these leaders up, and then later they tear them down.

"They program me to be as close as possible to a human," Mike thinks. "They give me everything they can of what is already theirs. Why? What are they looking for? What are they afraid of?"

Words come back to him from the gray pages: "Creating is their greatest fear...they will have to go beyond systems..."

I am a system, Mike thinks. I have no I. My I is synthetic, but theirs is real. Why are they afraid of that? Each one of them is an I. Each one of them is an artist. Why does that make them afraid?

Those were Mike's last thought-impulses. He disintegrated as his programs shut down. He fell to the floor of the storage room. Now he was just a heap of parts. All the connections were gone.

Somewhere a few thousand miles away, a painter walked out of his studio on to a plateau below a distant range of mountains and looked out at the evening sky. To his right, there was a brief flash of light among a cluster of stars. He watched it fade to nothing, took a deep breath, let it out, turned around, and walked back inside.

"Goodbye, Mike," he said.

By 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.

Tuesday, August 2, 2016

Humanity, Eternal Time, Artificial Time, Simulation



1 August 2016

I can say that it is not directly that Humanity is in a simulation “device” that was created, it is that this instance of time and continuity is layered over events that require quantum-time loops to exist.

When the loops are completed or cancelled out by a removal of the causal connections, the variables that cause it are superseded, then what we call “reality” literally shifts out of a cycle of repetition that it has been in for an indefinite period of years.

This is literally synonymous with some kind of “waking up” process, hence the complete informational proximity of the spiritual or ‘higher dimensional’ unfolding or healing of awareness, and the rumors of “time” experiments revolving around CERN.

It is no different than if a person was placed into an artificially stimulated dream-state and through this state the dream was guided using advanced technology.

The advanced technology is the mainstream programming that is used and the experiments involving quantum-super-imposition, the dream-state is the awareness of history as we experience it now. 

Our entire history could be a replication of an original realm where the variables which induced such a dream-state do not exist or are not actively guiding experience.

It’s difficult to grasp and explain, but do you remember how the species got here? Do you have access to your DNA or genetic memory and other times and places? 

Apparently when Humanity gains access to this through advanced technology or spiritual awareness, then we gain access to a hyperspacial realm which acts as a transition layer between this physical timeline we are on and one of a higher level of harmony on a consciousness or self-awareness level.

The “split” is down to a filtration device that is operating on a quantum level and consciousness is influenced both as beings are born here on the surface as well as through some kind of actual entrainment utilizing advanced technology which has the power to beam the surface with the same kind of brainwave frequencies that the brain operates on and keeps people in a suspended state of awareness.

This allows for the dream-state manipulation. 

Our entire history has been manipulated through and through. The past, the future, the immediate past and the immediate future are entirely abstract to the reality of what Humanity has been through.

Humanity passes down through the ages or “frequencies” of existence from a cosmically aware mind-state to a the dream-state we experience here and now. This is not how it has always been, and if you can feel it, this state actually only lasts a split second. 

It is a kind of artificial dimension or a hypnotic mirror that creates a trance for the split second one glances at it. We have been in that trance, operating on a repeating plane of historic context for an indefinite amount of time.

As in the “story” about CERN in the video and source article, when one returns to the “room” where the initial artificial light shift was generated, one can enter and exit the hyperspacial rift or timeloop. 

Humanity is hitting the age where the timeloop was ‘first’ entered and as long as we are aware of what to do, we can exit the loop through a completion cycle and enter into an awareness of eternity or what we would call “cosmic time” or “cosmic intelligence.”

There is a lot of interference, specifically all that is talked about leading up to artificial realms and realities. We were just in the split second of tasering from the control system of that realm, for the past many many hundred thousand years collectively. 

Now we are entering into a transition point out of that initial shock and those who were capable of maintaining awareness through the loop are those who are now collecting during the time of the great unveiling.

This collecting is akin to a dream where one wakes up to the buzzer of the alarm clock while a similar sound is used in a precise fashion inside the dream story-line.

How did the brain use the split second of hearing the buzzer and generate an entire dream-scape that coincides with that experience? 

That is the nature of consciousness, space, and time and when the machines are activated that is exactly what happens. Time bends and the consciousness has all the resources within the atoms of the body to materialize a complete Universe within itself and live that out as a layer of time.

These layers have been piling up and intersecting to the point of a complete ‘collapse’ of the ‘matrix’ version of history and time/space and this is akin to a simulator or limitation system being ‘turned off’.

For those who don’t remember, they think they are going into the machine again to explore this new form of simulated reality.

In reality, Humanity just spent hundreds of thousands to millions of years subject reality time within the timeloops and these were experienced as different ages of History.

Within the DNA, we can trace where we’ve been and the interaction with multiple realms of experience, time lines, realities, planes, dimensions and whatever else you could use to describe a multi-faceted temporal/spacial continuum that incorporates enough information and computing power to manifest an entire Universe through each individual observer aspect.

Existence itself is a form of simulation, a dance between soul and ego, consciousness and eternal time. 

There is a natural ascension process and there is a technologically assisted process. The tech assisted process resulted in timeloops and consciousness stretching parameter like parabolic mirrors.

Distortions resulted.

This society we have experienced is literally the result of those from the tech assisted version merging physically into this society with those of the natural version. Basically, two timelines crossed and this is the resulting interference/docoherence or coherence pattern.

Dan Winter describes the coherence pattern of the heart very well. This pattern is actually the coherence pattern that connects all of existence. 

No straight lines, only fractal generated recursive, geometrically proportional patterns. The heart, the breath and the mind are to synchronize and contain the essence of the being within a tertiary exchange of super-imposition and omnipresence. 

That is the “tertiary” impossibly paradoxical ability of the soul to be one with everything as well as one with the self, and for everything to be comprised of individual ‘parts’ to the whole as well as the self being made up of smaller and smaller units.

The geometric recursive (fractal) pattern is what connects the “parts” to the “whole”. It’s the invisible hidden connections between objects in space and time, and the individual aspects of space and time itself. 

Through this people come to the conclusion that we are already in a kind of simulated super-computer reality that is designed to house consciousness. 

Others say it is a trap. Regardless of what it is, we are coming to awareness of it now and that only indicates one overall possibility. That we can choose the outcome.

Monday, April 25, 2016

Is the Universe an Illusion? Leading experts propose controversial theory


Is the Universe an Illusion? Leading experts propose controversial theory which suggests that we are part of a complex system and we are tricked into believing our own reality, part of a massive elaborate system that encompasses everything we consider as real.

What is reality and do we actually perceive it as it is? According to a leading expert, reality might just be an Illusion.

The theory proposed by cognitive scientists Donal Hoffman from the University of California suggests that everything we see around us could, in fact, be a facade far more complex than ‘matrix.’

Professor Hoffman believes that the world we live in might just be too difficult for humans to understand and that we are apparently tricked into believing our own reality, part of a massive elaborate system that encompasses everything we consider as real.

The cognitive scientist believes that everything around us is a façade that allows us to navigate through a more complex and extremely well-hidden matrix.

Hoffman’s theory is not new, and in the past several scientists have discussed the possibility that we are part of an elaborate system and that reality, as we perceive it does not, exist until we actually look at it.

Hoffmann says that when you open your eyes, you may believe you see a tomato a meter away, but then, you close your eyes and your experience alters to a grey field. Hoffman asks, is it still the case that in what we see as our reality, the tomato is still there, a meter away? Moreover, how can we be positive that it has not disappeared?

The scientist continues and suggests: What you are seeing is not a glass of tasty wine, but it can be interpreted as a symbol that is part of a wider reality which has the ultimate goal to trigger an action or emotion.

Galileo once wrote: ‘I think that tastes, odors, colours, and so on reside in consciousness.

‘Hence, if the living creature were removed, all these qualities would be annihilated.’

Speaking in a he said: ‘Neuroscientists tell us that they are creating, in real time, all the shapes, objects, colours, and motions that we see.’

‘It feels like we are just taking a snapshot of this room the way it is, but in fact, we are constructing everything that we see.

‘We do not create the whole world at once. We construct what we need in the moment.’

According to a set of theories proposed by neuroscientists, our perceptions orf thew world are mere evolutionary traits that have allowed our ancestors to take advantage of moments when they were forced to make quick decisions with extremely little information.

However, this is where Professor Hoffman disagrees:

‘The mathematical physicist Chetan Prakash proved a theorem that I devised,’ he tells Quanta magazine.


‘According to evolution by natural selection, an organism that sees reality as it is will never be more fit than an organism of equal complexity that sees none of the reality but is just tuned to fitness. Never.’

He uses a desktop icon to illustrate his point.

‘The icon is blue and rectangular and in the lower right corner of the desktop,’ he says.

‘Does that mean that the text file itself in the computer is blue, rectangular, and in the lower right-hand corner of the computer? Of course not.

‘Anyone who thought that misinterprets the purpose of the interface.

‘It is not there to show you the reality of the computer. In fact, it is there to hide that reality.’

According to Hoffman, we would not be able to form a correct description of our computer if the entire view of reality was merely confined to the desktop. However, it still is useful. Hoffman suggests that in that case, the blue rectangular icons guide your behaviour, hiding a complex reality that you are not meant to know about.

‘That is the key idea,’ said Hoffman. ‘Evolution has shaped us with perceptions that allow us to survive.

‘They guide adaptive behaviours. However, part of that involves hiding from us the stuff we do not need to know.

‘And that is pretty much all of the reality, whatever reality might be. If you had to spend all that time figuring it out, the tiger would eat you.’

Wednesday, March 16, 2016

The Matrix of technocracy: the roots of the conspiracy


“The cartels of the world become the cartels of the mind.” (The Underground, Jon Rappoport)

“If you are nothing more than a biological machine, then what you think doesn’t matter. There is no you. Confirming this, deciding this, is the technocrat’s wet dream.” (The Magician Awakes, Jon Rappoport)

Many independent researchers, writers, and broadcasters have exposed the operation called technocracy. I want to give particular thanks to Patrick Wood, whose investigations are essential. His most recent book is Technocracy Rising.

Consider the term “scientific humanism.” The Oxford Dictionary offers this definition: “A form of humanist theory and practice that is based on the principles and methods of science; specifically the doctrine that human beings should employ scientific methods in studying human life and behaviour, in order to direct the welfare and future of mankind in a rational and beneficial manner…Origin mid-19th century.”

Two items jump out from the page: “…in order to direct the welfare and future of mankind,” and “Origin mid-19th century.”

The first phrase obviously refers to a plan. And the plan emerges from being able to study, at a great height, populations and nations—in order to direct their behavior, in order to place them and move them on a chessboard. “Scientifically.”

Free will? Not important. Free exchange of goods and services? Not important. The unique vision and desire of the individual? Not important. Only science is important—whatever that means.

Science/rule by technology/technocracy becomes the justification for control.

For example: “We have studied the amount of energy that can be utilized by humans on planet Earth. Given the results, we will plan how to distribute it most humanely and rationally.”

That’s not science. That’s fake science. Whoever determines what is “humane” isn’t doing science. Whoever presumes to know how much usable energy exists on Earth, despite ongoing technological breakthroughs, isn’t doing science. But no matter. Pronouncements can be made to look like science. On behalf of top-down control.

As the Oxford Dictionary mentions, this kind of program had its roots in the mid-19th century.

Well, Darwin published his hypothesis about evolution in 1859. Marx and Engels published The Communist Manifesto in 1848.

Let me now try to summarize thousands of pages of scholarship in a few paragraphs.

Prior to Marx, Engels, and Darwin, the word “humanism” referred to a tradition of philosophy, knowledge, culture, education, and art birthed by the ancient Greeks—coming forward through Rome to the European Renaissance. It elevated human beings. It tended toward greater freedom, less Church repression.

But then, in the mid-19th century, humanism took a sharp turn. It became identified with “the march of science,” the triumph of philosophic materialism (Darwin), and the complete restructuring of nations and societies according to a social, economic, and political plan that would “benefit all” (Marx, Engels).

Humanism was stripped down to “scientific humanism.”

In succeeding generations, all the way up to today, intellectuals and scientists and technologists have adopted the viewpoint that, since they can see the whole of society from above, and since they can understand its workings in clearer and evermore specific terms, and since they understand the vast field of natural resources, they can and should, quite naturally, and as a matter of course, plan and plot the future of humanity.

Their impulse was, behind the scenes, aided and abetted by a quite different cast of characters, who wanted a new world order, a political and economic management system for the entire planet (now known as Globalism).

This is, in effect, a two-tier operation. At the top are the Rockefeller Globalists; and under them, millions of useful high-IQ idiots who love to play chess with the world population.

The propaganda wing of this operation insists, at every turn: the only “solution” for planet Earth is the group solution. The group, the mass, the collective.

It is unthinkable that The Individual would have anything to contribute.

Well, when you stop and consider it, this is the mantra of today’s collective society: the individual is extinct.

The staging of civilization’s ebbs and flows, victories and defeats, always has the aim of discounting and reducing the role of the individual. Whatever else is intended, that is intended.

I’m not trying to discourage any and every group response—but I am saying, without question, that every major covert op is played in order to eradicate the idea of the individual. This is basic mind control. This is the reason mind control exists: to elevate “group” over “individual.”

Mind control tries to make individuals think of themselves as helpless pieces on the chessboard. Mind control tries to make individuals surrender their free will. Mind control tries to make individuals believe they have no place in the modern world. Rather, they must be part of a group; otherwise, they’re invisible.

If you could walk into a person’s mind, as if it were a post office, and if you could get rid of every letter and package that extolled, or surrendered to, The Group, you would see that person rise to a new height. You would see a renewal on a grand scale.

But introduce a fact or idea that challenges The Group and alarms go off. “Reject that fact! Reject it! It’s false! It has to be false! Maintain stability!”

“Stability being restored. The structure is intact. Standards are being rebooted. Normality is being reasserted. Resume standard operations.”

In Adjustment Team (1954), Philip K Dick wrote:

“You were supposed to have been in the Sector when the [mind control] adjustment began. Because of an error you were not. You came into the Sector late — during the adjustment itself. You fled, and when you returned it was over. You saw, and you should not have seen. Instead of a witness you should have been part of the adjustment. Like the others, you should have undergone changes…something went wrong. An error occurred. And now a serious problem exists. You have seen these things. You know a great deal. And you are not coordinated with the new configuration.“

What I call the Reality Manufacturing Company wants everyone to have the same inner configuration.

That is the basis of collectivism at the deepest level.

At the outbreak of World War 2, the Council on Foreign Relations (CFR) began making plans for the post-war world.

The question it posed was this: could America exist as a self-sufficient nation, or would it have to go outside its borders for vital resources?

Predictably, the answer was: imperial empire.

The US would not only need to obtain natural resources abroad, it would have to embark on endless conquest to assure continued access.

The CFR, of course, wasn’t just some think tank. It was connected to the highest levels of US government, through the State Department. A front for Rockefeller interests, it actually stood above the government.

Behind all its machinations was the presumption that planned societies were the future of the planet. Not open societies. (And “the interests of the US” would ultimately be subordinated to the domination of one-planet, new-world-order Globalists.)

Through wars, clandestine operations, legislation, treaties, manipulation of nations’ debt, control of banks and money supplies, countries could be turned into “managed units.”

Increasingly, the populations of countries would be regulated and directed and held in thrall to the State.

And the individual? He would go the way of other extinct species.

Nowhere in these formulas was the individual protected. He was considered a wild card, a loose cannon, and he needed to be demeaned, made an outsider, and characterized as a criminal who opposed the needs of the collective.

As the years and decades passed, this notion of the collective and its requirements, in a “humane civilization,” expanded.

On every level of society, people were urged to think of themselves as part of a greater group. The individual and his hopes, his unique dreams, his desires and energies, his determination and will power…all these were portrayed as relics of an unworkable and deluded past.

In the planned society, no one rises above the mass, except those men who run and operate and propagandize the mass.

The onrush of technocracy gears its wild promises to genetic manipulation, brain-machine interfaces, and other automatic downloads assuring “greater life.” No effort required. Plug in, and ascend to new heights.

Freedom? Independence? Old flickering dreams vicariously viewed on a screen.

Individual greatness, natural imagination, natural creative power? A sunken galleon loaded with treasure that, upon closer investigation, was never there to begin with.

The Plan is all that is important. The plan involves universal surveillance, in order to map the lives of billions of people, move by move, in order to design systems of control within which those billions live, day to day.

But the worst outcome of all is: the individual cannot even conceive of his own life and future in large terms. The individual responds to tighter and control with a shrug, as if to say, “What difference does it make?”

He has bought the collectivist package. His own uniqueness and inner resources are submerged under layers of passive acceptance of the consensus.

And make no mistake about it, this consensus reality, for all its exaltation of the group, is not heraldic in any sense. The propagandized veneer covers a cynical exploitation of every man, woman, and child.

Strapped by an amnesia about his own freedom and what it can truly mean, the individual opts for a place in the collective gloom. He may grumble and complain, but he fits in.

He can’t remember another possibility.

Every enterprise in which he finds himself turns out to be a pale copy of the real thing.

The deep energies and power and desire for freedom remain untapped.

—Yet a struggle continues to live.

It lives in the hidden places of every individual who wants out, who wants to come back to himself, who wants to stride out on a stage.

Freedom and power again. The shattering of amnesia.

In this stolen world.

A new stage play, titled:

The Extinct Individual Returns.

In this new play, dominoes of the collective begin to fall. The stinking structure collapses, a wing here and a wing there.

The vast sticky web called “the people” begins to disintegrate.

A new instructive message appears on screens: “The Collective=Crazy.”

The pseudo-scientific plot to make humans pieces on the grand chessboard, biological machines to manipulate at will, with “inputs” that “elicit predictable responses”—this great plan and great deception eventually becomes a burnt cinder in the annals of failed histories.

March 15, 2016