THE BIO-CHEMICAL MATRIX
THE MYTHS OF MATRIX SCIENCE
by Jon Rappoport
“In principle, gene therapy is a medical miracle waiting to happen…after 17 years of trying, scientists are still struggling to make gene therapy work. Complications include rejection of DNA carriers…[and] new genes end up where they shouldn’t, or behave unpredictably.” (“Gene Therapy: Is Death an Acceptable Risk?”, Wired, Brandon Keim, August 30, 2007)
MARCH 28, 2012. In discussing Matrix Science, I’m reminded of Philip Dick’s sensational novel, Lies, Inc. It proposes an invention that can teleport humans light-years to a planet where a better way of life exists. The author then spends the rest of the book deconstructing this utopian legend and revealing the truth and the titanic power-grab that sit behind it.
Then there is HG Well’s 1933 classic novel, The Shape of Things to Come, in which a world exhausted by war and economic collapse turns to a Global State as the only possible solution, after all other solutions have historically failed. This new ruling authority is based on Science. All religions are crushed. Education is designed to teach every child how to become a genius/global citizen. Eventually, the State withers away and is of course replaced by a spontaneous Utopia.
Science/technology: the final all-encompassing answer.
A significant aspect of Matrix propaganda revolves around myths about how human behavior can be transformed. Transformed through advances in biology and chemistry.
Populations are being trained to expect these momentous changes. A major selling point: no effort is required. Just ingest this tablet. Accept this new gene. All will be done for you by experts. Technocrats will design the future so you will fit into it happily.
The technocratic wing of Globalism has clout. It promises management of the planet through science, and who can argue with science? Central Planning will ensure proper benefits for all.
My late friend and colleague, hypnotherapist Jack True, once told me in an interview: “It’s all about managing expectation on a subconscious dream level—the idea is to insert a vision in the population about scientific improvements. Instead of each individual creating his own vision, we’re essentially being told it can be done for us, with care and concern and even love. All we have to do is go along with it. We’re being taught to accept what amounts to a new religion. It’s a fetish. Do you see? We’re buying an elaborate fetish about the future.”
My readers know I’ve spent a great deal of time exposing the destructive dangers of medical drugs, but now I’d like to home in on them from another angle.
We’re so used to their presence, we now take them for granted. Everyone ingests them. Many take them in combinations.
And yes, there are times when you may decide you need one.
But all in all, they are a fetish. A bizarre affectation.
We know about the enormous profits to be made by the pharmaceutical companies. We know these companies exploit and create markets. We know they also invent diseases in order to sell the drugs. We know many people use the drugs as a crutch.
But if we can back up far enough from all this, we can begin to see the fetishistic aspect.
What would you, for example, think if you saw the same person every day getting off a train, and every day he was wearing a different color paint on his face? And what if he was wearing a hundred large trinkets around his waist? And he was fingering these trinkets in deep contemplation? And what if he carried a large book with him and stopped strangers randomly and read passages to them? Passages about symbols from the sixth dimension. What if he bowed deeply every time he saw a bus and fell to his knees when a woman in a hat passed him on the street? What if he stopped after every fourteen steps and cupped his hands and then opened them, as if he was releasing a bird? And what if he also spun around 4.5 times at every street corner?
You would begin to realize he was in the middle of a strange ritual.
And this is what medical drugs have become. A ritual.
Their vast proliferation, apart from any effects they have, add to the fetish.
A space alien who knew nothing about medical practice would eventually notice the drugs and wonder what they were for. He would perhaps wonder whether swallowing them was part of an ongoing religious ceremony. He would see how dedicated people are to their medicines.
“I take this drug at six every morning. Then after breakfast, I take these two pills. Before lunch, I take three other pills. The green and the red and the white.”
Yes, people believe their bodies can do bad things to them, like demons, and they ward off these creatures with the pills.
The swallowing of the pills is a fetish.
“I love the small white capsules. They look so pristine, so pure, so elegant. Because they’re small, they must be very powerful.”
The doctor, the priest, prescribes them. He dispenses them. When he writes the prescription at his desk, the patient feels, for a moment, an elevated sense of importance. The patient has attained a special privilege. He is no longer common. A thread has been created that connects him to a higher reality. The “science” that lies behind every pill is sophisticated. Who can grasp it? Just bask in the sensation and accept the secret knowledge.
The scrawl on the prescription pad is incomprehensible. But the pharmacist, the acolyte and minion, will understand it. If the filling of the prescription took place in a cave with candles, the patient would understand.
When it comes to psychiatric drugs, the public is being instructed to believe that the pills, which flow from arbitrary diagnoses of unproven mental disorders, can make them whole again. The age-old dream achieved.
And now we are on the cusp of another medical fetish:
They’ve solidly entered the lexicon. Everybody talks about them. Amateurs and professionals alike speculate and intone on their importance—despite the fact that no across-the-board successful gene treatment for any condition has ever been developed.
Academics and so-called bio-ethicists are arguing about how the future should utilize genetics. Should we have a society in which a privileged class can buy designer genes for their children and make them smarter, more talented, more powerful, while the lower class, which lives apart in separate dingy enclaves, stews in its own primitive juices?
Or should our leaders open the door to better genes for all?
The unproven concocted dream: everything is regulated by DNA; all aspects of human behavior are determined by this coding; free will is a cruel superstition supported by greedy capitalist thieves; society could evolve into a utopia with the correct distribution of genetic traits; disease would be a thing of the past.
Consider that the selling of these medical-drug and gene stories is really, underneath it all, a way of convincing the world that science is our best option for the future. Understand that.
And of course, science must be controlled, like blessings from Rome, by those few who understand it and have the intelligence and compassion to plan the How and the Where of that dispensation.
Otherwise, we would have chaos. We would have money making all the decisions. We would have back-door deals, and cheaters and liars operating the levers of a free market for their own advantage.
And this must not be. No. With something as precious as science the prize, we need the best and the brightest to determine the method by which we can all benefit.
After all, the car and the plane and the light bulb and the refrigerator were magnificent technological advances. Therefore, all medical drugs and genes are, too.
The drugs? A hundred thousand Americans killed every year by government-certified medicines. (JAMA, July 26, 2000, Starfield)
A naked revelation about the overall devastation created by the drugs, and about the baldfaced lies being promoted on behalf of utopian gene engineering—a naked revelation would put a torpedo into the flank of the program to hypnotize the population about Science As Our Future. The technocrats can’t admit any spectacular failure. It would be like the Vatican confessing that all Eucharist wafers doled out to believers over the past 50 years were made by a company owned by Beelzebub.
When viewed factually, from an overall perspective, the key pronouncements about medical drugs and genes are false. But this must not see the light of day. It would derail the juggernaut. It would punch a wide hole in the Matrix. It would alert the population that they’d been had by con artists.
The spinning of the legends about transmuting the human, through official chemistry and biology, must continue. It must not be stopped. It must engender expectation. It must gather adherents. It must continue to entrance us. And naturally, unofficial science must be curtailed, because it suggests decentralization of power—and the WHOLE POINT of spinning the scientific legends is that they imply control of the future and the planet from a single high perch.
False science is Globalism’s most important product. It contains the “proof” that we must all submit to those wiser than we are.
You see, selling the so-called kindness of elite planetary control is not enough. The idea that a small group of men can avoid all wars by securing the reins of the Earth is not enough. The notion that our natural resources must be distributed from a central point, for the sake of sustainability, is not enough. These propaganda points don’t convince enough people.
But the legend that Official Science is the wonder key to a better life has legs. It has power. It has subconscious influence of a high order. It can eventually convince the global populace that a Technocratic Council should rule over them.
Therefore, that legend about Science must be shored up and extended and protected. It must tell whatever lies are necessary to push the agenda forward. Whether or not genes are the Holy Grail of biology is entirely beside the point. Sell it. Claim it. Pretend the evidence is there. And brain drugs? Spread the message: we will all be happier and more alive if we take them. They will cure our ills. They will untie the stubborn knots of discontent.
Welcome to the Science of the Matrix.
All those science fiction novels about civilizations run by technological elites? They were right on the money. That is where we are being led. And the defense-mechanism of the elite is: if you oppose our rational approach, you’re a cave man, a throwback, a Luddite, a superstitious fool grinding on with your phobias.
Meanwhile, it is this very elite that is peddling myth and fairy tale and illusion, and capitalizing on fetish.
We’ve all learned that divide and conquer is the controllers’ strategy; that funding wars on both sides is their method; that bankrupting nations is their technique; that owning the means of inventing money is their sinister operation; that dominating channels of information is their major form of mind control; that brainwashed education is their institution; that building the corporate-government embrace is their song. But these all bow before the altar of Scientific Myth, wherein we are persuaded to give up our own visions and our creative power to a Future that can only be run by Those Who Understand Technology.
How better to convince the people to surrender, than to equate science with truth and then claim that truth is beyond the common reach?
This was Plato’s basic argument in The Republic, and it has been echoed down through time. It has worked, through various phases, and now we have the most compelling version yet. Science is the truth about the truth, it is all based on observation, it is an open book, it is verifiable and demonstrable, no one need take anything on faith.
And yes, that is so, unless they are lying.
Unless they are lying about what they know.
And they are.
It doesn’t matter to them, but it matters to us.
Retired propaganda master Ellis Medavoy once told me in an interview: “Realize that big operations have layers. Each layer corresponds to a special interest that’s trying to squeeze out an advantage for itself. But when you peel away the outer skins, you get down to the prime material, the real reason the operation was mounted in the first place. And, in the case of propaganda about science, that reason is ridiculously simple. To promote science. That’s it. That’s all. Doesn’t matter whether it’s good science or bad science, or correct science or false science. The whole idea is to condition populations to accept science as the final judge on matters of importance. Why? Because the powers-that-be want to own and rule this world as Masters of Technology, Masters of Undeniable Truth. They see that as feasible. They can sell that. So they invent and dream up scientific visions that will impress people, make them excited. They peddle these visions as facts or soon-to-be facts. They tell stories, and they dress up those stories in expensive clothes. They’ll call ANYTHING science. They’ll paint it however they want it.”
An investigative reporter for the last 30 years, Jon is the author of a new explosive collection, THE MATRIX REVEALED.