Man of the World

Man of the World

by Jon Rappoport

June 16, 2015


(To read about Jon’s mega-collection, Exit From The Matrix, click here.)

On the night he was born
He stole a billion dollars

Engineered from the mathematics of his crib
He bought and sold oil on paper
And digital gold mines in the Orion Belt

He was taught Homer and the songs of the great wanderers, and at a tender age, strolling through long gardens, bought all the insane asylums in New York State

Upon graduation from an academy no one could find on a map, he wrote a dissertation, My Disenchantment with Non-Lethal Viruses

He rapidly rose in the ranks of an army that was unattached to any nation and he broke ground on a chain of banks invented to launder
Any item in the galaxy that wasn’t nailed down

It was once reported: he loves cats and insects under glass and drinks a glass of sherry before dinner

According to his wife, whom no one knows, when he speaks during dreams at night, he moves fluidly between Latin and 3350 BC Sumerian

He helps the poor
He derides the irresponsibly rich
He wants more trees
And no automobiles
He plans to reincarnate as a pandemic

His name is stricken from all university curricula and rivers run or are dammed by his task forces

He writes: I wonder how I can hold legal title to the night and the mystifying shapes that run across the mind

I wonder how I can reduce the planet to a molecule in a bell jar on my father’s mantle

I wonder if there is a theoretical absolute to how many boxes of crimes within crimes can be structured in a single government

He plays tennis on his lawn Thursday afternoons with an old friend whose face he tries to remember

He opens a safe in his study wall and removes a black box and presses colored buttons whose functions have escaped him

He walks along the old creek on a summer afternoon and thinks back to a time whose images have faded
and may have originally been inserted by a machine

He picks a flower from a grave and pauses to consider whether he is buried there

Jon Rappoport

The author of three explosive collections, THE MATRIX REVEALED, EXIT FROM THE MATRIX, and POWER OUTSIDE THE MATRIX, Jon was a candidate for a US Congressional seat in the 29th District of California. He maintains a consulting practice for private clients, the purpose of which is the expansion of personal creative power. 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 NoMoreFakeNews emails here or his OutsideTheRealityMachine emails here.

10 comments on “Man of the World

  1. alakhtal says:


  2. Dan Quixoté says:

    Once in a while, you’re really out there, man.

    But I’m guessing that’s only 4 out of 10 on the Rappaport scale. Which may be exponential, for all we know.

  3. Michael Burns says:

    The most sensible piece you written in a week. Your not bad at all. Good piece, I like it.

    “Imagination does not breed insanity. Exactly what does breed insanity is reason. Poets do not go mad; but chess-players do. Mathematicians go mad, and cashiers; but creative artists very seldom. I am not, as will be seen, in any sense attacking logic: I only say that this danger does lie in logic, not in imagination.”
    -C K Chvbesterton


  4. middleway says:

    … and his last word was rosebud.

  5. Greg O. says:

    Sounds like your average, garden variety Central Banker.

  6. Steve says:

    An oracle to those in his wake.

  7. Greg O. says:

    He picks a flower from a grave and pauses to consider whether he is buried there…

    … and he goes about his life controlling everything that he CAN control, and killing everything that he CANNOT control.

  8. jarrodschneider says:

    He categorizes his bowel movements according to rose species and burns off grid ants with a satellite magnifying glass. He’s queen of the hive and of the closed door bedroom. Not touched by children, he touches children and his favorite color is an upside down 5. Every thought he ever had was food for the moon, man of the world, the great-shriveled-black-raisin-heart.

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