Jon Rappoport calls it once more:
“The demands of the machine are insatiable. The danger of shaking men out of the soporific results of mechanized knowledge is similar to that of attempting to arouse a drunken man or one who has taken an overdose of sleeping tablets. The necessary violent measures will be disliked. We have had university professors threatened with the loss of their positions for less than this.” (Harold Innis, 1947)
Note the word “mechanized” in the above quote. It’s no longer used to describe education. Instead, we have “systems.” Or “patterns.”
These newer terms aren’t given a negative connotation. Indeed, they’re offered as heralds of a new and better world.
In this re-framing, we all need systems. The more the better.
The thrust of the sciences is: “life itself is an interlocked system.”
This statement is a form of indoctrination.
The Surveillance State is also, of course a system. It’s based on the premise that ALL freedom has to be monitored and tracked.
Meanwhile, modern “democratic” elites have redefined freedom. This is at the heart of what they’re doing.
They want freedom to mean “doing the right thing for the greatest good of the greatest number of people.” Never mind that such a re-framing is a complete non-sequitur. In the social engineering game, the op goes this way: “Every person would use his freedom to do the right thing; therefore, coercing people to do it is part of freedom.”
It’s Orwellian. It makes no sense. But that’s what’s on the table. (I encourage you to watch this video, but have a receptacle close by to accommodate any involuntary barfing – Richard) “Let’s eliminate the ‘choice’ part of freedom and go directly to what a free person would do and make that into ideal and necessary behavior.”
The Surveillance State classifies those who disagree as threats.
Asserting freedom as a pure and independent value raises a red flag.
Because freedom isn’t a system.
It’s something very different. Therefore, it has to be stamped out.
Over the past 65 years, a tremendous amount of propaganda has been devoted to redefining freedom as “what freedom should lead to.” Behavior. Brainwashed college students are essentially taught: “Forget the free part of freedom. Let’s go right to the question of what freedom should produce. That’s why we’re here. That’s what we’re going to learn. It’s a short-cut. We’re going to tell you what any decent and correct human being would do with his freedom, so you can do it.”
The recent MIT experiments to induce “false memories” in rats, as well as the DARPA research aimed at inserting images directly into the visual cortex, reveal the direction important brain research is taking. Change the past and change perception, if necessary, to make people do the right thing.
Cause them to remember a past that dictates what the right thing is.
One of John Gatto’s more startling insights about education goes as follows: the great robber barons (Rockefeller, Morgan, Carnegie) looked around and realized they owned the country. The game was over. So they invented, and controlled, a second form of “synthetic capitalism.” This sophisticated charade was linked to education. A new professional class of super-educated people would become the major players…
Well, those trained chickens have come home to roost, in the sense that they are now being deployed as experts, tasked to reorganize society in the 21st century. Their job is to turn society into a system, in which freedom is a synonym for “best behavior.”
To make sure this come to pass, everyone must be watched. The real purpose of surveillance is, in the long run, ensuring that behavior.
Any individual who enlists in this future does so by entering a trance. The aim of hypnosis is a collective definition of The Good. This was exactly the pattern that Plato laid out in The Republic. For him, The Good was the highest Form in the ultimate dimension where all ideas existed in a perfected state. The ruling Philosopher Kings had exclusive and intimate and superior knowledge of The Good.
Thought experiment: Write down a definition of “the greatest good for the greatest number,” and then, in your life, for a few days or so, base all your actions on it. Exclude all other considerations. You’ll find yourself in an altered state, and you’ll also notice you’re, in essence, hypnotizing yourself. You’re narrowing your focus, space, and thought.
You’re referring all your behavior to a central and single idea. You’re systematizing yourself.
This is the principle of reduction of consciousness.
In this civilization, reduction is increasingly touted as “an answer.” Simplifying thought is said to equal insight. Freely proliferating consciousness is highly suspect.
Here is a brief fragment from my work-in-progress, The Magician Awakes:
John Q opened his eyes after the surgery. He saw a floral pattern hanging in mid-air, and inscribed along every stem and stylized petal were rows of refrigerated thoughts.
Major Kelsen walked into the hospital room with a big grin on his face. ‘We’ve done it,’ he said. ‘John Q, you now have an auxiliary mind. It’s better than the original. You’re in on the ground floor with the mob.’
John Q struggled to speak, but his mouth was a dry desert and the wind was picking up in his cerebral cortex. It was blowing away ideas like sand and leaving him prone, a stick of bleached wood.
‘No need to track you anymore, kid,’ the Major said. ‘You’re free. You’re the Declaration of Independence and the Constitution now. You’re immune.’
John Q tried to say, stay away from my brain, but he couldn’t. It was too late anyway. He could already feel himself radiating with low-level happiness. It was bleeding from his pores. He was sensing INCLUSION.
Belsen hovered over him with a mirror.
‘Look at yourself, son. Your face is changing. Do you even recognize who you are? Do you remember who you were? Those constructs are both fading. You’re in the moment. Zen. You’re the animal you were meant to be, finally. The President wants to see you. This is big-time. You’re the beginning of an army.’
John Q suddenly saw a gold-crested falcon sitting on Belsen’s shoulder. It was looking straight at him. ‘I come in before the opening credits,’ it said.
Belsen nodded. ‘See, John Q, we don’t want you to think you’re a slave. That would be stupid and wrong. We want to make you proud. We’ve eliminated some complexity that was in your way, that’s all. We’ve boiled down your PROCESS. Your enemies are now the people who want to make things complicated.’
John Q was beginning to fade. He needed sleep. But Belsen was getting through. WHY PROLIFERATE THINKING? Wasn’t the key simplification? Of course. It had to be. If you had a dish called the truth, you could serve it on a single plate. Why had it ever seemed otherwise?
He took inventory. He could still see the floral pattern. The thoughts that lay frozen along its stems and petals? They were now faces of all the people he’d ever known, ever met. Yes. And THEY all knew something he hadn’t, until now: they knew the truth was simple and available. He was joining them. He was, finally, linked to them. Their secret was open to him. He’d been let in.
They’d figured out how to attain REDUCTION. It didn’t really matter, he realized, what the mind’s content was. All that mattered was that simplicity had been achieved.
THIS was what everyone else was so proud of. This was what he’d never grasped.
Belsen smiled. ‘Go to sleep, kid,’ he said. ‘We nailed it. The worst is over.’
John Q closed his eyes. He dozed. He dreamed that men were stationed at the outskirts of his mind pushing walls in toward him. As they moved, he felt better. Step by step.
Thank you, he said. Thank you for taking this burden away. I’m all summaries now. I’m a chosen one.
Then, sounds came into him. Tearing fabric. Splitting threads. Stone breaking.
Eyes in space looked toward a central point. The eyes all snapped shut. A man walked out of an old brown door. He said, ‘John Q, you’re thinking too much about what’s happening to you. Synaptic circuits we installed are cracking. We’re putting you under again for a second surgery. This will be even better.’
John Q felt delight flood his body. He remembered he was a publisher of books. Now, in one blasting stroke, he had access to every line in every book he’d ever printed. Was this what they wanted to give him?
He was awake in the hospital room. Light was filling the space and it exploded, and he was hurled through a wall of light, and he was outside, in the city, in the open air at high noon. He was soaring under clouds, above the buildings, flying, complicated, alive, hearing wild lines burning in an unknown language, his hospital gown tearing away from his body.
Then he heard: YOU’RE BETRAYING US ALL!
He looked below. A crowd was gathering in the street. They were trying to magnetize him and pull him down. They were screaming. They were The Reduction for Freedom Brigades.
Even at this height, he could recognize some of their faces. He had seen them at parades, at celebrations of the One Joy, singing and reciting oaths of the simplification…
“I’ve got a problem,” he said to the sky.
But he kept on flying, higher and higher, and the pull against his free motion faded…