Archive for January 2014

Obama and the State of the Onion Address by Jon Rappoport

Jon is on song today. Here’s his take on Obama’s pending address:

Apparently, the President had ingested some kind of weird drug, because when he stepped to the podium he didn’t look at the teleprompter. He just started talking.

“…like every other recent President, when I take to this platform I’m expected to tell a certain number of lies dressed up as the truth. And believe me, folks, I had a few whoppers ready to go.

“But now I feel like doing something else. I’m not going to delve into the many scandals of my administration, because examining them and taking them apart and exposing the lies would keep us here all night and into tomorrow.

“Instead, I just want to explain my overarching agenda. It’s the same agenda every modern President has fronted for. I’m not really doing anything new. That’s a myth.

“You see, in order to become President in the first place, I had to sign on to the scheme to debase, throttle, and weaken this country. I have my methods. Every President has his own.

“Weakening America is part and parcel of Globalism. Ultimately, America will not the lead the way into what has been called the New World Order. International heavy hitters, bankers, and corporations will carry that ball. America will go along, with its population of sleeping masses.

“So-called Pax Americanus, or imperial American empire, has been shelved, in favor of a much larger operation.

“My basic job is allowing all this to happen, so we end up with a global management system, in which the individual is enmeshed.

“With some degree of accuracy, you could say that everything I’ve been doing is a smokescreen to obscure the march of Globalism.

“We politicians view humans at large as dangerous and badly programmed biological machines. Until new programming can be inserted universally, we keep things in check. We hold the fort.

“For the next two years, I’ll continue clamping down on rights and freedoms. I’ll support the Surveillance State. I’ll take away guns. I’ll step up psychiatric intervention. I’ll increase debt. I’ll keep unemployment high. I’ll probably launch a few more military interventions. Expect more mass shootings, which are covert actions, with appointed patsies to take the fall.

“I’ll allow the expanded militarization of local police forces. I’ll intercede, wherever possible, to stop individuals from living off the grid. I’ll try to mangle the spirit of self-sufficiency in whatever form it occurs.

“I’ll assist mega-corporations. I’ll keep as many doors open for Monsanto as I can.

“You get my drift. It’s business as usual. In my case, I’ll try to up the ante and intensify the collapse of America.

“Did someone put something in my cigarette or coffee? I’m telling the truth. It feels strange, very strange.

“Anyway, here’s to One World under one authority. It’s the only solution to our problems. Trust me, I wouldn’t mislead you. Give up, give in, take the ride. It’s not so bad. Resistance is a fool’s errand. The people who are running things are out to destroy independence. Let them. By the time they’re finished, you’ll see that ‘equality’ isn’t so bad.

“One final random thought. Agents of the US government killed Martin Luther King. In case you didn’t know that. Good night and good luck.”

Jon Rappoport

Dean Radin applies the scientific process to the non-material

There has been a powerful attempt to equate the scientific process with the materialist view of the world – an attempt that has overwhelmed the understanding and open-mindedness of most scientists and, indeed, almost all of the non-scientific public. The scientific process has taken on the characteristics of a religion, and in doing so it is used powerfully to reinforce the materialist perspective – that the temporal world is all there is – whilst at the same time those who promote this model from the background manipulate the application of the scientific process for their own purposes through Fear, Favour and Funding.

Dean Radin takes this model and uncompromisingly trashes it. As he says in this excellent presentation of some of his ideas and work, the fact that he works in the paranormal space requires him to be far more rigorous in his application of the scientific process than scientists working in more traditional areas.

And his results are undeniable.

Dean presents his fascinating work with a refreshing clarity and humour. I commend this video to you.

In sharing this with you, I am reminded of the excellent documentary “Something Unknown Is Doing We Don’t Know What”, which reviews a great deal of the work which applies the scientific process to the paranormal and which I previously introduced to you here.

The man who sold space – a short story by Jon Rappoport

You can read Jon’s article here and I have reproduced it below.


Smith, who some people mistakenly called God, had a problem.

Ever since he was a child, he’d wanted to sell space. But as an adult, he realized there was an infinity of it, in fact several infinities, and such abundance was bad for business.

So he and three friends came to Earth and began promoting the absurd idea that space was at a premium. They said it was hard to get, and going fast.

Earth was a good place for his business, because most people had no idea they had, in addition to physical space, their own. Meaning, the space they invented, the space of interior visions, which could be made into reality.

Interior territory, in fact, was one of those infinities.

But if you asked people about this, they usually said: “Huh?”

Smith and his pals prospered. They won contracts from governments. Politicians were dedicated, in every possible way, to shrinking the concept of space. For others.

After a few thousand years, Smith and Co. had engineered human consciousness to regard space as an illusion.

Smith would tell a client, “Look, there isn’t any. But I know a guy. He lives on top of a mountain. He’s got a line on a small piece of black market space. It’s very, very expensive, but if you’re serious, I might be able to lay my hands on it for you. His stuff is pure. It isn’t the delusional crap, it’s the genuine article. One square inch of it runs about six million, delivered.”

Turned out the man on the mountain was the high priest of a church. His own church. He held secret services. His religion was ultra-exclusive. Invitation only.

Eventually, Smith took to selling atoms.

“Hey,” he said. “I’m offering you the only thing that’s available. A square inch? No one can afford that anymore. Maybe an atom. Possibly a neutron or a quark. Most likely a quark.”

He was the man behind the curtain. Governments consulted him frequently. When he spoke, they listened and obeyed.

One night, Smith was having supper at a little joint in Lower Manhattan. He could move about anonymously.

It was late and the restaurant was empty.

A man walked in and went over to Smith and sat down.

He said, “Aren’t you the lunatic who conned everybody into developing amnesia about space? Yeah, it’s you. Well, I’m putting it back on the market. Cheap. A whole lot of it. As much as people want.”

Smith stopped twirling spaghetti on his fork.

“You can’t do that,” he said. “I own space.”

“That’s where you’re wrong,” the man said. “Right now, I’m inventing fourteen galaxies.”

Smith smiled. “Oh, you must be one of those of crazy artists,” he said. “I thought we wiped all of you out, or put you away in institutions.”

“We’re slippery,” the man said. And he reached out his hand and gestured in the air, and the little restaurant fell away like an old dream and there appeared a huge black sky full of stars…

“You see?” he said. “It’s easy.”

Smith screamed like he’d been hit with a bolt of lightning. He fell on the floor and writhed and wriggled.

“Infinity,” the man said. “Maybe you can sentence fifty people to live together in one room, but you can’t outlaw infinity. It pops back up.”

Smith tried to think about something else. But he couldn’t. He saw rooms and corridors and lobbies and streets and roads and fields and mountains and valleys, and each one of those separate spaces revealed itself as endless.

He saw symbols, which had been put in place to plant “shrinking ideas” in people’s minds, and now the symbols shattered like crockery and blew out into the universe and universes beyond.

He fought to maintain his position, but it was no use. Now, the worst thing happened. He felt his own endless space and knew he was infinite—and that this was true for every soul.

The con of cons was done. Over.

Paintings miles wide appeared before him, and these paintings were worlds. The Centrality of coagulated illusion was going away.

A fresh wind was blowing.

Earth was still there, but it was a stage, a platform, on which billions of souls were rising out of deep narcosis.

“Eternity!” Smith shouted. “There goes my career!”

Coda: In 1591, Giordano Bruno wrote: “…and even as infinite space is around us, so is infinite potentiality, capacity, reception, malleability, matter.”

On February 17, 1600, in the Campo de Fiori, in Rome, the Church burned Bruno at the stake.


Jon Rappoport

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