The buried factor that influences all life

The buried factor that influences all life

by Jon Rappoport

September 30, 2015

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

There is a profound factor that influences all human behavior, thought, and emotion.

It is boredom.

Often unrecognized and unacknowledged, it seeps in, as a person lives his life, as he repeats the same actions over and over, as he unknowingly focuses on the same thoughts colored by the same attitudes.

His space stagnates. It also shrinks. He becomes imprisoned in it.

He often fails to see this.

But what he once experienced as the electricity of being alive fades away.

If he is to renew himself, he will need to do it a number of times during his life.

But how?

What is the key?

The answer comes from understanding that what already exists in the physical world and in his mind does not supply inspiration forever. What already exists becomes tedious. Predictable. All-too-familiar.

Therefore, he is going to have to invent something new. It will not drop down to him out of the clouds.

Fortunately, although most people don’t perceive it, the individual is outfitted with an astonishing capacity to invent.

This capacity is at the core of what he is:

Imagination.

L Frank Baum: “The imaginative child will become the imaginative man or woman most apt to create, to invent, and therefore to foster civilization.”

Saul Bellow: “All human accomplishment has the same origin, identically. Imagination is a force of nature. Is this not enough to make a person full of ecstasy? Imagination, imagination, imagination. It converts to actual. It sustains, it alters, it redeems!”

Henry David Thoreau: “This world is but canvas to our imaginations.”

Here and there, down through history, there have been a few places where people not only deployed imagination but taught it, by offering a series of exercises and techniques. One such place was early Tibet. It was perhaps the most profound locus of all.

Taking cues from those practitioners, from Richard Jenkins, an extraordinary healer with whom I worked in the early 1960s, and from hypnotherapist Jack True, with whom I collaborated 25 years ago, I’ve made a place of my own.

I was originally prompted by a whole set of unanticipated experiences that occurred in the fall of 1962, when I began painting. In the space of a few months, my whole life was transformed.

Ensuing years of research resulted in my three recent Matrix collections, of which Exit From The Matrix is most focused on practical techniques of imagination.


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Here are the contents of my collection, Exit From The Matrix:

First, my new audio presentations:

* INTRODUCTION: HOW TO USE THE MATERIALS IN EXIT FROM THE MATRIX

* EXIT FROM THE MATRIX

* 50 IMAGINATION EXERCISES

* FURTHER IMAGINATION EXERCISES

* ANESTHESIA, BOREDOM, EXCITEMENT, ECSTASY

* ANCIENT TIBET AND THE UNIVERSE AS A PRODUCT OF MIND

* YOU THE INVENTOR, MINDSET, AND FREEDOM FROM “THE EXISTENCE PROGRAM”

* PARANORMAL EXPERIMENTS AND EXERCISES

* CHILDREN AND IMAGINATION

* THE CREATIVE LIFE AND THE MATRIX/IMAGINATION

* PICTURES OF REALITY AND ESCAPE VELOCITY FROM THE MATRIX

* THIS WOULD BE A VERY DIFFERENT FUTURE

* MODERN ZEN

* THE GREAT PASSIONS AND THE GREAT ANDROIDS

Then you will receive the following audio seminars I have previously done:

* Mind Control, Mind Freedom

* The Transformations

* Desire, Manifestation and Fulfillment

* Altered States, Consciousness, and Magic

* Beyond Structures

* The Mystery and Magic of Dialogue

* The Voyage of Merlin

* Modern Alchemy and Imagination

* Imagination and Spiritual Enlightenment

* Dissolving Stress

* The Paranormal Project

* Zen Painting for Everyone Now

* Past Lives, Archetypes, and Hidden Sources of Human Energy

* Expression of Self

* Imagination Exercises for a Lifetime

* Old Planet, New Planet, New Mind

* The Era of Magic Returns

* Your Power Revealed

* Universes Without End

* Relationships

* Building a Business for Success

I have included an additional bonus section:

* My book, The Secret Behind Secret Societies (pdf document)

* My book, The Ownership of All Life (pdf document)

* A long excerpt from my briefly published book, Full Power (pdf document)

* My 24 articles in the series, “Coaching the Coaches” (pdf document)

And these audio seminars:

* The Role of Medical Drugs in Human Illness

* Longevity One: The Mind-Body Connection

* Longevity Two: The Nutritional Factors

(All the audio presentations are mp3 files and the documents and books are pdf files. You download the files upon purchase. There is no physical ship.)

What has been called The Matrix is a series of layers. These layers compose what we call Reality. Reality is not merely the consensus people accept in their daily lives. It is also a personal and individual conception of limits. It is a perception that these limits are somehow built into existence. But this is not true.

What I’ve done here is remove the lid on those perceived limits. This isn’t an intellectual undertaking. It’s a way to open up space and step on to a new road.

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 free OutsideTheRealityMachine emails here.

One comment on “The buried factor that influences all life

  1. Michael Burns says:

    I would like to buy;  you are wise and I like you…soon!… I am flat broke and busted right now. And I do wish to support you.
    For now, for what you do how about poem?
    It’s a little bit darker, but I think it works.
    Wishing you prosperity.

    the fox

    I keep trying to put dry clothes on but it never stops raining.

    I just get wet again.

    I can handle it on my back, it’s those squishy boots.

    Ah…think I’ll become a fish.

    Ahead three feet and slip back too…

    Michael Jackson made a living out of the moonwalk.

    Poor Mike…what a talent

    Mother-fuckers got it comin

    Everything is broken man…

    Broken hearts and broken plates

    Broken weather and broken mates

    Broken trees around the convent

    Broken fox…

    I don’t like broken foxes

    The last fox in town and he likes kitty-kats…

    His brother’s gone…

    Alone…

    Some red neck mother with a truck

    Is gonna run me down one day

    Do me a favor make sure I’m next to the fox

    He’s been a friend indeed

    Follows me around at nights

    I feel his loss…

    Little ticky-tack houses

    With a blue light inside…

    Blue glow on faces

    And that light in their eyes

    And out hear with the fox

    A blood-moon rises in… ah Indigo sky

    A rare event…it’s just awe

    I’ll be dead next time around

    And the fox said

    “Do not go gently into that dark night..

    But rage along with a fox.”

    I said “I know…its some kinda Bardo”

    He said “I am in Chapel Perilous…

    Dark night of my soul.”

    I said “I know but I’ll walk here with you”

    Had a dream last night

    Nobody was talkin to me in it

    “What..ya all self-righteous now. Ya know something I don’t know.”

    Gonna have to give ya all an eviction notice

    It is my head yer in

    I own this space you play in…

    I invited you all hear

    This is my Universe

    I created it out nothing

    I created it a long time ago

    From pocket fluff, and kisses, from smiles and winks…

    and those occasional nods from someone at a distance

    Who recognized or knew you from long, long ago

    And doesn’t wish to intrude…

    From passing words from that stranger

    Whose whispers later at the edge of your night

    And love had…

    and love lost

    It’s those ghosts that haunt that grave yard in your heart.

    And still slow he moves and I wait

    For that beast waiting to be born

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