Planning the Matrix

Planning the Matrix

~a short story~

by Jon Rappoport

May 25, 2016

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

Voices in an office…

“We can frame the boundaries of manufactured reality. We can stage events and actual happenings. But we also have to infiltrate SUBJECTIVE PERCEPTION and fold it into the overall setup—not that we actually produce every single private thought or image or idea, but we insert seeds that bloom inside the mind, and then when they come to fruition, they appear to be OBJECTIVE EVENTS.”

“We’ll eventually have a magnificent official religion lowered without blood on the population, wireless connections that spark between brains, people will worship an unknown deity, we’ll deliver ‘booster shots’, transmitted bursts of compressed pseudodata.”

“The medical op is important…insert genes, inject deadly chemicals, weakens immune systems, spray them with cancer cells, roll synthetic lumps of disease into dark cities at 4am, calls them a cancer vaccine.”

“People line up to get born into the Earth-op-scene like countless dreamers standing at the edge of the same dream, and only some realize they can make it, can step forward, the rest just watch…you can get in if you TRY…no guarantee though…if you make it, you’re smack in the middle of the WAR SEX RELIGION MONEY movie…”

“We need layers on layers of agents and dupes and cutouts to do our work for us. Impenetrable. We teach them how to run an op. The plan, the execution, the cover story, the fake identities, the false trails, the limited hangouts.”

“We need an information machine to dispense these cover stories to the public. It’ll be called THE NEWS. It’ll seem to come from different sources, but every major story will turn out to be the same, from all the news outlets. The news machine will blanket the planet.”

“We need to keep the population in a state of confusion and doubt, an outer shell within which they believe they can find security. They’re always burrowing further IN, into smaller and smaller spaces to find safety.”

“Each individual has enormous hidden power, but we’ll keep that walled off from them…it’s our most important goal.”

“We’ll promote the idea that an individual reclaiming his own power and imagination is violating a natural law and trying to become a god against God.”

Silence.

The voices went away.


power outside the matrix


In the next office, a man whose job it was to sweep floors and mop the hallways was taking a break. He was sitting at a desk sleeping. In his dream, he heard the voices.

He woke up.

He tried to remember what he heard.

“WAR SEX RELIGION MONEY.” All interesting subjects, but it seemed the words had been spoken in a curious way, as if they were themes for an enterprise, part of a calculated plan.

A vision rose in his mind.

A movie in the world. The world in a movie. A movie springing from a single point, blossoming into four dimensions, for everyone.

Seeing this vision, he could back up from it.

He was sitting in a Void. Yet he was still in the office.

He glanced over at his mop and pail in the corner.

The mop spoke to him. It said, “This is your role. Drudgery.”

He blinked.

A word with torn edges of flame came rising up toward him, faster and faster:

NO.

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 “Planning the Matrix

  1. Michael Burns says:

    These stories you write, make more sense to me; have more power, and convey your beliefs and truths more than anything you write on nomorefakenews.

    NMFN has it points; informs; entertains; shocks; lobotomized even further an already state of comfortably numb. Attempts to awaken the snoozy ones. But it can seem like rubberneckers at a scene of car accident.
    I think I get overburdened with fugue of emotions and so am paralysized to comment further. Or I simply do not care about anymore.  I am sure in saying that, that perhaps that it is mistaken as someone who does’nt want to help. But seriously my own boat is leaking.

    But, your invention; your imagined truth, is a more portent truth to me. Or do I mean potent…It’s sopping wet with it. And, as an artist, I seem to prefer it, it provokes a response from me. Provokes me to imagine my own truth from it. Really that is what is generating this whole nonsense anyway.

    And so…

    I can plug myself right in, and I am the antagonist in your plot against the other.

    I have been reading the transcripts and in an imaginary conversation with your friend Jack. The idea of landscapes and the details, and the process of self-hypnosis. Is a very powerful tool to the bootstrapping open of ones own mind. And getting to the real of it before…

    I heard the selfsame voices in your story.  Only it is a long time ago. They were talking just above my head, as I lay prone on my little bed in the blackness of long ago. I was about seven…and like your janitor was…close to sleep.

    Of course in my script there were smells of old coal fire smoke and flashing lights. The screams from a terrified child, caught in what he thought was a paranormal event, a mystical experience. Drenched in fear and terror.  The overwhelming ambiance of ozone, scorched electricity. The flashing and overburdening data download into me, to the point of nausea and the wanting to immediately vomit. As if I was riding on a carousel that was spinning faster and faster, faster, seeming out of control and never to end. The condition of my life from now on…I thought. I will aways be like this, for this life.

    A false awakening, a forced awakening…forever on the fringe now. But that’s ok, I have acquired a taste for the view. But that knowing of them forcing us into smaller and smaller mind boxes. Drudgery.

    The tremendous and initial onrush of a hot vaccine fever, like I was burning up from the inside out. I could smell the internal heat. Something was being burnt up in me. My neurons, I guess. I have never been the same, and know now the destruction to so many. No one is untouched in this world by vaccine. Everyone is changed, for the extent of this particular life that you live.
    If nothing is done, next time it will be invitro, as well as above our heads.

    I was having a conversation with my houseplants the other day. Interesting to find that they are totally telepathic. Did you know that?
    Before that the forests were very very noisy places.
    Plants are a vast consciousness. And they respond like small children when given affection, and care and love. And I find they are not so pleased with mammals anymore; specifically humans.

    Initially they thought that we were a good idea. A great way to move their seeds around. But, they know now they have failed in the invention of us now. And are at present seeking alternate means to moving seeds around.
    They were willing to share their creation with so many of us souls. Give us something to ride around in, and at the same time do them a favor. But, they feel the situation has got out of hand, and now they feel like boarders in their own house. To tell you truth I fully understand.

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