Paranormal You

Paranormal You

by Jon Rappoport

November 7, 2013

1960. First day of rehearsal for a college play, The Lower Depths. I walk out on the stage and look around. It’s quiet, but inside I feel thunder. Everything is different. New shining space. I start smiling. I’ve been waiting for this moment for God knows how long. A place apart. A world where imagination takes on flesh and comes to life.

The theater director, Walt Boughton, is leaning against a wall. He looks at me. He sees and he knows. He nods. His message is clear: That’s right, my boy, you’re here, this is it, nothing will ever be the same…

We live in a society where consumers can pick and choose among thousands of narratives about themselves, their lives, their future, their duties, their needs, their status.

Just the other day, I wrote about a new Pentagon/DARPA project aimed at studying brain signals, in real time, to understand how and why people buy some narratives and reject others.

A common feature of most narratives is: limited life, limited power.

Or to put it another way, limited access to larger aspects of Self.

The trick of narratives, as retired propaganda master, Ellis Medavoy, once told me, is: built-in limitation; it looks like “desire fulfilled”; it looks like happiness.

But it isn’t.

And when people find that out, they experience buyer’s remorse.

Why did I think that narrative described what I wanted? Why did I think it would make me satisfied?”

The space-continuum in which we live has its own narratives. They hang from it like barnacles. The gist? You can’t get out. There is nothing to get to.

Again, I refer to the brilliant hypnotherapist, Jack True, whom I interview 43 times in my collection, The Matrix Revealed. Jack did sessions with patients that went directly at the space-time matrix.

Under hypnosis,” he said, “I had people look at the continuum and tell me what they saw. I had them describe it in their own way. Then I asked them to look outside it.”

The material from those sessions is extraordinary, in several respects. It helped me, when I was researching my companion collection, Exit From the Matrix.

Some of Jacks’ patients came “back around the barn,” as Jack characterized it, and ended up relating what sounded like dreams, dreams they would have while asleep. The narrative wasn’t smooth, it wasn’t moving from beginning to end. It was asymmetrical, just as in dreams, where the scenery shifts, where one event ends in midstream and another pops up, where the “plot line” dissolves…and a new plot takes over.

Several of Jack’s patients said their encounters outside the space-time continuum felt very familiar—as if they’d been there before.

Jack: “One patient said he found himself in a dim hall. It was very large. People were talking, but he couldn’t see them. A single voice took over, and a character stepped out of the shadows. He told the patient to remember this meeting when he woke up. He said this was one of a great number of places outside ordinary space-time. He said there was no reason to consider this ‘visit’ strange or unusual. On the contrary, life inside space-time was unusual…”

There are millions and millions of narratives that are used to convince people life inside space-time is It, it’s all there is, it’s normal…

And normalcy is the key. That’s the icon, the symbol, the header, the trance-inducer. What is normal seals the deal. It labels what is allowed to be experienced. It tells people what is not allowed to be experienced.

These narratives about normalcy hold people inside the gates, and provide boundaries for Self. “Self can’t get any bigger than this.”

In the early 1960s, I was teaching at a private school in West Los Angeles. On a Monday morning, I got off the bus and walked along Pico Boulevard toward Overland Avenue. My first class was in 15 minutes or so.

Out of nowhere, a small black bird dive-bombed me, landed on my head with both feet and took off again.

The day before, I’d seen Hitchcock’s The Birds. I thought this was an unusual follow-up, to say the least.

I saw the bird land in a tree near the corner of Overland. I walked to the tree and looked at the bird.

He flew down and landed a couple of feet away from me on the sidewalk. He hopped closer.

He cocked his head and looked up at me.

It’s Hitchcock,” I said.

He took off, flew across the street, and disappeared over the roof of the Security National Bank building.

After school that day, I told one of the teachers about the incident. He said, “You know, they’re hiring us to show these crazy kids how to fit in [be normal], and this is what you’re telling me? A movie and reality intersect?”

We laughed.

But I realized something. Something about Normal.

These kids in our small private school were all rejects from the public system, or from other private schools. They couldn’t make it there. Many of them were what the psychologists called “acting out.”

I’d have to write a few hundred pages just to begin giving you the flavor of what it was like to deal with 15 or 20 of them, at once, in a classroom. It wasn’t about teaching content, believe me. It was about me surviving.

But at bottom, every one of those kids was, in his/her own highly idiosyncratic way, Not-Normal. That’s all. And what was driving them completely bat-crazy was, no one would deal with them on their own terms.

Everyone was trying to fix them. Everyone was feeding them narratives about “normal, fitting in.”

The next day I changed all that. In my classes, we worked up improvised sketches. Theater. No plot, no direction, no narrative, just off-the-cuff dreamtime in the moment and lots of roles, some of which they were already playing every day to a dead audience of teachers. But it wasn’t dead now. They had me and they had each other.

They jumped at the chance. They didn’t need any direction or instruction. It was as if they’d been waiting all their lives for someone to say, “Just perform what you’re already performing.”

They were actors. That’s what they’d been trying to tell adults.

And everything fell into place. They loved it, I loved it, we all offloaded a few tons of stress and a whole lot of insane normalcy…and then they calmed down. Not because there was a strict rule about behavior, but because they had escaped the tyranny of Is. And Has To Be. And Must. And Normal.

That day, the space-time of the continuum, in that classroom, went away. It disintegrated. What took its place was an island of joy. Which is to say, what sits outside this matrix is more real than real. When you find it.

It doesn’t have to be spooky.

It’s Magic Theater.

Exit From the Matrix

Sit down some time with a bunch of real stage actors and ask them when they feel most alive. A certain percentage of them will confess it’s when they’re on the boards, performing a role. That’s when they feel most like themselves, even though they’re pretending to be somebody else. That’s when the day-to-day space-time continuum goes away and new one comes into being.

That’s when normal steps aside and paranormal makes its entrance.

A fake space, a repressed space, a continuum of frustration vanishes.

Conventional standards don’t explain what is happening. They can’t.

Life. Theater. Theatricality. Roles played to the hilt. The Paranormal.

There is no single narrative for a human being. There are as many as he wants to invent. Sometimes the stage is dead, the lights are off, the seats are empty. But then we get a glimpse of something else. We walk up on the stage and feel that space and realize the old walls are gone and this is it, and we’re ready, and the energy comes out of nowhere and we do things we thought were impossible.

Normal disintegrates.

This is art. This is a level of life that is waiting for all of us.

Jon Rappoport

The author of two explosive collections, THE MATRIX REVEALED and EXIT FROM THE MATRIX, Jon was a candidate for a US Congressional seat in the 29th District of California. 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. You can sign up for his free emails at

13 comments on “Paranormal You

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  2. Caroline Hurry says:

    Great article! Thanks so much, Jon

  3. Bernie says:

    Sometimes it seems as though we have been given an enormous mansion of a possibility. A huge potential with hundreds and hundreds of rooms, salons and spaces, but strangely we decide to lock ourselves in the bathroom.

  4. Lisa Smartt says:

    I have really enjoyed your discussions of the paranormal and narrative. Raymond Moody, the man who coined the term “near death experience” (in his book Life After Life 1975), explains that those who have experienced near death experiences describe a dimension where there is no time/no space. Moody, who has a passion for “nonsense” a la Dr Seuss and Alice in Wonderland, was struck by the quality of the narratives of people who experience NDEs–technically they are “nonsense” narratives–that is according to our current logic, they make no sense. However, most NDE-ers would tell you that their experience felt incredibly real–enough to change their lives forever.

    Narrative has the incredible capacity to reflect and affect our dimensions. I am working under the guidance of Dr. Moody looking at how the “nonsense” of those who are dying may possibly reflect the crossing of dimension–trans-sense–

    The Final Words Project is looking at how language changes in the final days and weeks of life–and how this might add to our understanding of consciousness–as people die, we see increasing use of metaphor and “nonsense”–interesting changes that indicate that the narrative changes in a profound way as we cross the threshold–whatever, exactly, that threshold might be…

  5. Lisa Smartt says:

    btw: If anyone wants to know more about The Final Words Project, just drop me an email:

  6. brad says:

    Great subject and article! Thanks for painting a picture of “this … level of life that is waiting for all of us” because it does exists, it isn’t “strange or unusual” and it is “more real than real”, and it’s important, I feel anyway, that the word gets out. Fantastic!

  7. Kal Dani says:

    Ill show you paranormal…please take a look at 1000 hours of research on the coincidences in prince William’s life encompassed in a 1.25 hour read!

    Fun, shocking and scary and completely improbable!

    Born on the summer solstice with an solar eclipse that day (Kate born same year on day of Lunar eclipse).

    3 years, 3 months and 3 days old when he started nursery.

    8 years, 8 months and 8 days old when he made his first official public duty.

    5555 days old on princess Diana’s funeral…

    Read the article:

  8. Michael Burns says:

    Another good piece Jon, I find a lot emotion comes forward for me. Things I haven’t thought about for a long time. It like I am remembering what I am. There is so much great creative energy lost in writing about the nonsense of normal. The New World is a soul sucking event. I really appreciate what you do. I will leave you a link, a story…stories can be fun. They can help us deal sometimes with the difficult…

  9. OzzieThinker says:

    Some of what you are saying is right, Jon.

    However, think of it like this. You have heard rumours, tales, myths about Bangkok, Thailand, or, wherever. But all those rumours, tales and myths evaporate into nothing compared with experience. To have “lived” Bangkok, Thailand or wherever, you had to be there and it was a unique and indescribable experience. All you could “convey” are more rumours because your visit will never be another’s visit.

    There are things, for those that have visited, that are unique to Bangkok, Thailand. These unique things make Bangkok, Bangkok. Now, on to the paranormal. It is ENTIRELY unique, but you have to LIVE IT to appreciate it.

  10. Zen Shaman says:


  11. Jarrod says:

    I like Jon’s work because its never coming from where I’ve been or heading to where I’m going. Sure I might get slimed when I read a piece and our reality tunnels briefly intersect but he’s never waving in the rearview mirror and I always get to grow my own eleventh finger to flip the switch that changes my skin to either Teflon or sea sponge and just because astronauts may have been associated with one more than the other, in this case, that one is no less texturally applicable than nature’s little car washing miracle; which usually isn’t the case, I know, because I’ll take apple pi over apple pie most any day.

  12. I guess I’m feeling a little mischievous tonight, so let me offer a little experiment in disruptive interdisciplinary cross fertilization. Here is another “blog” I read that is written by someone about your age who has spent his life professionally exploring the many dimensions of “human problems” and the nature of the mind-boxes in which human beings, societies, and institutions trap themselves.

    He moves in a very big creative space, but “the matrix” is itself a daunting and ever expanding intelligence that is expert at the “martial art” of turning each human sensitivity, intelligence, and talent back on itself in order to get it to create and build its own particular form of self imprisonment. This is always easier to see in others (no matter how brilliant, creative, or artful) while being difficult to recognize in our own case.

    His website has thousands of extensively hyperlink cross referenced articles, written mainly for himself as a exercise in clarifying his own thinking. Over the years he has explored many of the topics that interest you, your readers, and me, but I’m sure for many his style and complexity make him impossible to absorb. In any case I have selected two relatively recent articles (below) that have some relevance to the paranormal topic you have been exploring.

    I sometimes find it helpful to imagine him as an alien intelligence who dropped out of the sky to explore the beautiful gem that is the UCSD library at dusk, and on a whim sped read most of its books and then offered up a few imaginative insights on the human condition based on that adventure.

    If you get indigestion or want a break, you may wish to read a little about him at wikipedia or check out the range of his recent articles at his “home” link and possibly the top of the FAQ link that explains the title and purpose of his “blog.”
    Wikipedia bio:

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