Galactic control, science fiction, and the individual
By Jon Rappoport
I cannot tell you how many times I have seen individuals achieve success through their own efforts, their own determination, their own commitment, their own intelligence, their own creative power—only to turn around and say:
“From my new position, my new point of view, I see what all of us together should do to usher in a better world…”
And in that superficially agreeable statement, they are implicitly denying the right to other individuals to achieve their own success.
They are slamming the door shut.
They are—having climbed the mountain—denying the mountain to others.
And with that brief introduction, here we go—
“Try looking at the world as a giant three-volume science fiction novel. Organizations of stupefying complexity rule the scene. There is an upside to this. You can gain a much deeper understanding of the archetype of the Rebel against the system.” (The Underground, Jon Rappoport)
“What’s that you said? ‘We gave away our power?’ We? What ‘we’ is that? Did I miss a big meeting in the desert where we all got together and gave it away? Who are you anyway? A PR man for the Syndicate? There is no ‘we.’ Not until there’s an ‘I.’ Didn’t you learn that in Depro 101? Search this man. He’s either a dupe or an agent.” (Colossus Fortune, Jon Rappoport)
I’ve been chipping away and drilling the rock of Globalism for some years now.
Medically caused death and destruction. Toxic drugs. Toxic vaccines. Genetically modified food plants and their poisonous pesticides. International trade treaties. Manufactured unemployment. The pseudoscience of psychiatry. Political and media dupes. The art of group propaganda. Indoctrination and lowered IQ through education. Television mind control. Banking. Wall Street. Technocracy. And dozens more subjects.
The carrier of the Globalist world was chosen at the end of World War 2. It already existed, of course. But now it was seen as the prime instrument:
Control of land, resources, labor. No other type of organization would be as efficient at mounting this operation.
Wars for the corporation. Population control for the corporation. Judiciaries for the corporation.
Language for the corporation. Streamlined stripped-down language for minds wedded to the corporation. Reduced minds.
And hundreds of millions, even billions of people stimulated and programmed to return to old fundamentalist religious and ethnic ideologies. If that wasn’t enough, syrupy New Age religions entered the scene.
Back far enough away from this Globalist world, and you’re looking at science fiction made real.
Philip K Dick: “Because today we live in a society in which spurious realities are manufactured by the media, by governments, by big corporations, by religious groups, political groups…So I ask, in my writing, What is real? Because unceasingly we are bombarded with pseudo-realities manufactured by very sophisticated people using very sophisticated electronic mechanisms…it is an astonishing power: that of creating whole universes, universes of the mind. I ought to know. I do the same thing.”
In this Globalist world, the individual is considered to be a cipher, a person without status or meaning. It is the mass, the group that counts.
The notion that the individual, within himself, has the power to affect the course of events seems absurd.
Yet it is exactly this juxtaposition that can give birth to extraordinary and unforeseen possibilities. The juxtaposition of: the rebel against the colossus.
The journey to discover one’s own authentic power is what is called for.
In 1974, Frank Herbert, the author of Dune, wrote this: “The current utopian ideal being touted by people as politically diverse (on the surface, but not underneath) as President Richard M. Nixon and Senator Edward M. Kennedy goes as follows — no deeds of passion allowed, no geniuses, no criminals, no imaginative creators of the new. Satisfaction may be gained only in carefully limited social interactions, in living off the great works of the past. There must be limits to any excitement. Drug yourself into a placid ‘norm.’ Moderation is the key word…”
The “utopian ideal” is sameness. It is promoted. It is propagandized. It is bought and sold. Therefore, underneath that illusion, what lives? That is the question. What exists below and behind this enormous sales pitch?
The individual and his power.
This is dormant force that, even at this late date in history, remains to be explored.
Part of that exploration is weeding out and disposing of cynical philosophical exploitations such as: “all power is evil.”
Power is not inherently the same thing as crime. Power is not the same thing as rule by force. Power is not the same thing as control of populations.
Not when you’re talking about the voyage of the individual as he discovers what is within himself.
I keep saying that, and I’ll keep on saying it.
See the planet as a “galactic” syndicate and you begin to see the real terms of the situation. The individual has been edged out, marginalized, co-opted into the structure whenever possible. The individual has been left in the darkness, as if he is a vestigial and extinct prop from an earlier period on the evolutionary tree.
Good. So be it.
It clarifies things.
The utopian ideal of Globalism is not only an illusion and a deception, it’s an impossibility—which is to say, all projections of a uniform society based on a group-outcome, in which we agree on an image of what we strive for…there is no freedom in that. There is no actual harmony in that. There is no passion in that.
The society to hope for and work for is an open one. And that means individuals, self-empowered, imagine and independently invent their greatest multiple futures and realities simultaneously.
And for that to happen, individuals have to discover what their own power is.
And then there can be authentic cooperation and community.
Let me put it this way. The Globalists are painting a gigantic mural, which they call Reality. They want us to look at it, be hypnotized by it, and walk into it, to take up residence there.
The notion that we can reject this mural and instead paint ONE NEW ONE together…is completely absurd.
That would be just another substitute, another version of slavery—in this case, self-imposed.
Freedom is not uniformity. It never was.
The overthrow of the machine of control eventually comes back to this: how many individuals are awake and alive to their own power, their own power to invent the future they most profoundly desire?
Why expend enormous amounts of energy if the work is superficial? Why spend years if the work is automatic and dead?
Making your work known in the world begins with knowing something about the work. It begins with knowing you have unlimited energy to give to it. That energy comes from discovering/inventing your deepest possible goals.
Then, the energy shows up in abundance.
But it can all go to waste without commitment. Commitment is not something that happens naturally. It doesn’t float in on a breeze. It doesn’t show up as a gift under the Xmas tree. It’s a choice. Yes or no. Every day.
Some people have doubts about whether their work is worth being known and visible in the world. Those doubts are spurious. They’re based on not having found a profound objective and purpose.
Skills and strategies can be learned. But their basis and root are in you.
Excuses for not doing what I’m alluding to here are endless. People make them up by the ton. Postponement Inc. and Distraction Inc. are always flourishing.
It’s even fashionable to be confused, and then parlay that into a solid story of irreversible victimhood. But,…
“Inspiration is outside state control.” —Kenneth Clark
“At the core of every true talent there is an awareness of the difficulties inherent in any achievement, and the confidence that by persistence and patience something worthwhile will be realized. Thus talent is a species of vigor.” —Eric Hoffer
“Don’t loaf and invite inspiration; light out after it with a club, and if you don’t get it you will nonetheless get something that looks remarkably like it.” —Jack London
“There are some people who hear the word CREATE and wake up, as if a new flashing music has begun. This lone word makes them see something majestic and untamed and astonishing. They feel the sound of a Niagara approaching. CREATE is a word that should be oceanic. It should shake and blow apart the pillars of the smug boredom of the soul. CREATE is about what the individual does when he is on fire and doesn’t care about concealing it. It’s about what the individual invents when he has thrown off the false front that is slowly strangling him. CREATE is about the end of mindless postponement. It’s about what happens when you burn up the pretty and petty little obsessions. It’s about emerging from the empty suit and empty machine of society that goes around and around and sucks away the vital bloodstream.” —The Creative Center, Jon Rappoport
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