Part 4, What is The Matrix?

Part 4, What is The Matrix?

The Easy Way Out.

by Jon Rappoport

July 12, 2016

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

Point one: The basic fact to remember about the first Matrix film was that a hero had to be chosen. ONE MAN. A person who would function beyond the rules of the space-time continuum.

Not a group. Not a committee.

Real power would accrue to an individual.

Point two: in real life, the reason the real Matrix endures is that there is an audience for it.

And audience is fascinated by, and glued to, STORY.

There are certain kinds of stories that are particularly effective at maintaining audience in a state of being audience.

For example, the hero is faced with a problem which turns into a mystery, and he then penetrates the mystery after much work and danger—during which time his friends lose faith in him—and finally the hero does away with the villain at the heart of the mystery…

WHATEVER KEEPS AUDIENCE BEING ONLY AUDIENCE KEEPS THE MATRIX IN PLACE.

For the most part, audience wants to remain being audience, and it will search for and rationalize ways to do just that.

Religion can be an excellent way to remain being audience on a cosmic scale.

The power to exit from being audience is real and significant. Without it, you stay in the Matrix.

Story has beginning, middle, and end. This pattern, so obvious and universal, is rarely thought about, but it creates a trance. Try writing a story without that sequence and see how many people want it.

“I’m audience, and I want beginning, middle, and end, over and over.”

Part of being audience is experiencing the letdown that happens after the story ends. This depression stimulates the need for another story. And on and on it goes. But the letdown, at a deeper level, is really about a dissatisfaction with the WHOLE PATTERN of story—people want to break out of that. They want to conquer that addiction.

And how is that done?

Well, the first step is being able to invent a story of your own.

And this is where people balk.

A few years ago, I received an email from a reader who expressed, in a vague way, his dissatisfaction with “my story.” As if he had been looking for a “master story teller”–which was an idea in HIS own mind—and since I didn’t fulfill that ideal, he was unhappy.

This was a perfect illustration of what I’m talking about. He wanted to remain being audience, and he was looking to me to supply material for his trance.

BEING AND REMAINING AUDIENCE magnetizes people to Matrix.

At a conference, I once gave a talk about freedom. In the middle of the talk, I told the audience we were going to do a few exercises that would possibly enhance their sense of freedom. The very notion that I was asking them to DO something, to come out of their audience-trance…which they hadn’t expected, caused a stir, a sense of apprehension. They were programmed for beginning, middle, and end—and I was suddenly shredding that.

They had planned on being entertained with the notion of freedom.

After the lecture, a friend of mine came up to me and said, “Did you catch what happened there, when you told them you were going to have them do exercises?”

“Sure,” I said. “That was on purpose.”

THE MATRIX EXISTS BECAUSE THERE IS AUDIENCE FOR IT.

On the level of mind, Matrix IS whatever keeps audience being audience.

Consciously or unconsciously, every salesman knows this.

I knew a quite successful salesman who revealed his secret to me. If he had told this secret to a psychiatrist, he would have been diagnosed as bipolar or schizoid in two seconds.

He said he knew he had been a salesman in many past lives, and therefore he knew exactly how to act and speak “in the role” of Salesman. If he followed the role exactly, his prospects would buy whatever he was selling. If he didn’t, they wouldn’t. There was a beginning, middle, and end to his pitch.

He had the knack of keeping his audience in a state of being audience. In a trance. And part of the trance was signing the check and the contract. It was a piece of cake.

AUDIENCE DOESN’T INVENT.

THEY EXPERIENCE.

AND THAT’S WHAT THEY WANT.

MATRIX.

You have a choice. You can go along for the ride in Matrix, or you can imagine imagination and embark on the journey of journeys.

Most people are not up to contemplating the idea of consciously creating, much less spontaneously improvising, which involves a kind of merging with what they would create.

But for those who can grasp such an idea, the world and the universe aren’t any longer arbiters and rule makers and guides. They are inventions that are already here.

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 — to make your deepest desires fact in the world.


exit from the matrix


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

First, my 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, with new power.

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.

8 comments on “Part 4, What is The Matrix?

  1. binra says:

    Recognizing ‘story’ where reality was given belief and allegiance is release of story as identification – because – even if for an instant – perspective expanded to a conscious awareness of what you are not. The fact that the ‘ego’ reasserts itself is not the point. The point is that the story by which a sense of self-image finds reinforcement is automatically replaced by the re-purposing script of reintegration – for what seemed segregated off as the separate and autonomous independent ‘hero’ of its script of self definition – or indeed of its denied sense of power, love or joy – which it seeks redress for – indeed vengeance – and due recognition as its right.

    What is the release of ‘story’ identification – identifiction – but freedom to create – however – to put the new wine in the old paradigm is but an extension of a miscreative distortion in the same old script – no matter how much insight is woven into it – or how expanded its scope.

    The alternate scripts or active purpose operating in story is either operating a segregative sense of separation and differentiation over and against Life, Other and World – or a re-integrative RECOGNITION and alignment, balance and timing within Self in Life, Other and World.

    Although this is a simple distinction, it is very possible and usual, for a segregative sense of self to operate through the appearances of a co-operative unity, or the appearance of a justified defence against communication or relationship. For the root of a segregative sense of self is a fearfully defined sense of self – be that in any kind of configuration of the qualities of Life. And this fear is hidden and denied acceptance and expression as a fear of fear that masks it as something else – something against Life – something Other and something out there.

    What I find as the willingness to recognize story and release investment of identification or allegiance via reaction is what might be called a not-knowing – or a void – in which the underlying denials are less hidden and so become available to revisit in current terms – which is the willingness and desire for true foundation made welcome by the pausing of the identity in the conflicted and conflicting sense of coercion and story-deceits that constitute the struggle within a divided sense of self set against.

    Whereas everything in the script of divide and rule pivots and weighs on a sense of personal responsibility for control over effect or outcome – with corresponding rewards and penalties – the truly spontaneous movement of Life as a whole operates as a synchronicity where cause and effect are not separated in space or time – and yet the story of space and time is not ‘destroyed’, demonized, invalidated or denied. Instead the props and script, cast and scene serves a different purpose. Being specific, there is still the special or exclusive focus – yet as a unique gift within the whole – and corresponding within the resonance of its joy to unfold itself unto its Self – by living from the true feeling of being that joy is the alignment as the true of you – for a story or form of joy is no substitute for your recognition and acceptance – in place of all the ‘rational’ invalidations or relational disqualifications to moving in the true presence of your being.

    However – whenever the old habit of grasping, possessing, identifying in and passing off as – kicks in – the ‘matrix reloads’ – and until there is recognition of what I might call false currency or ‘something out of true in my self-definition relative to this situation – the reactions run in place of creative relationship. This can be particularly well hidden in the ‘spiritual’ ego – who ‘ought’ to be able to deal with or handle this and etc.

    Instead of identifying in concept, there is a shift to purpose and that purpose is not form based. To align in unified purpose is to be the true of you – the true indivisibility and individuality of you. This is the gift withheld from a world made loveless thereby – for who withdraws and withholds acceptance but in judgement upon and over such a world – and that is hate no matter how well presented and so does the reflection in experience attest. Hating the hate in the forms the story paints is giving allegiance to the story of hate. Opening in willingness to feel – without giving the feeling the trigger to seriously harm – allows the hurt beneath hate to reveal itself. This is no call for sympathy – but true acceptance. Here is the call and the Calling – not in some fear-driven diversionary tactic from recognizing the true need. A call is a call when it is recognizable calling you by name and nature both. Dragging denials around while acting if to eradicate or escape or evade exposure is to become burdened and alarmed and deadened to the call of your own heart’s desire for acceptance.

    Don’t just DO something – stand there! – and be receptive to a movement of being the in a sense re-gifts you as the revealing of your desire – as purpose as living and connected perspective – then – don’t go to thinking in rehearsal that never embodies or brings fulfilment – walk our or dance out or do whatever you do – in this and as this one you recognize yourself to be.

    This ‘journey of willingness’ is not a way to get there – but a way to live from a recognition you are not within the story but are the awakening of the dreamer within the dream – and are the Creative – BUT the pronouns I and you, are so deeply associated with the segregative sense of self and its triggering into habitual reactions – that I don’t paint the roses red with the claim that they are red. Know by the fruits and share in the willingness as it naturally arises.

  2. THE GREAT GOD OF ARTISTS

    Grey, rain, washes…this place,

    and I am raining too.

    My body cleanses me,  of the notion of an old self.

    Fever and a sweat drives the old poisons out…

    that parasite, that thing that clings tight to the light inside of me, is moved and in a

    threat, causes me pain as if that would, turn my attentions away from it.

    Expulsion…

    I sang an extra special super-duper song today to the great god of artists.

    As a last resort…just in case…as, back-up.

    Covering my bet.

    He answered…God answered.

    To my surprise.

    He said he wasn’t in the mood for music…I was interrupting him.

    He said I was’nt good at singing.

    Did I have something else I could do.

    He was spraying a graffiti image on the back wall of the Universe.

    He had to work quick as the locals would put a coat of beige paint back over it, by sun-down if he took to long.

    “What the fuck do you want?”, he said…

    Shocked,

    I asked him to allow the flow of universal creative energy to flow through me once again. 

    And thus have a twinkle in my eye…a zest in my step.

    A conundrum in my canoe.

    A mojo in my pocket.

    To have the muse, with such profound and unique beauty, visit and whisper, on

    occasion, the secrets of time in my ear.

    To give me something the rest of the world,  doesn’t have…

    He said,

    “Art is breathing…breath in and breath out, asshole.  

    That all it is…stop bein a pussy and breathe.

    And stop bothering me.

    Fuck off home now, and pick up a pencil, goddamnit.

    I’m busy here.”

    I didn’t like how god spoke to me,

    I expected some grand revelation, from… god.

    A burning bush, perhaps.

    An annointment with holy oil. 

    Lightening flashes of the original light of the universe.

    Intense energy coursing through my veins.

    Heavenly music, played on harps by

    angels riding wing’d unicorns and speaking in spanish.

    A secret that none had… but only, me.

    It surprised me that the great god of artists was a graffiti artist..

    and that,

    he took his own name in vain.

    And so…

    • binra says:

      Yes – the desire of self-specialness can only imagine a god conferring a secret favour – a special gift, a primacy of authority, a validation of …. what exactly?

      Desire is the movement of being – aligning all things to the focusing in the meaning thus gifted.
      So where you are coming from is what you are meeting – no matter how airbrushed the presentation over the masking desire.

      Taking the Word, the Name, The Nature, in vanity – is running off with a fake copy in the wish-belief that you actually pulled it off. Now you can play out the Promethean Hero – and its underbelly.

      The independent (defiant refusal) to acknowledge and honour true Source and Authority – does so in the name of – but without the nature. “War in Heaven! – Split! – save a little bit of Totality from recognition – hide it in the hate! – great move – now – make like a jealous god… Forbidden, top secret, private – keep out! – No access! – warning! Exposure to radioactive toxin, virological contagion, Do not approach, minefield! Pain and death and loss, ridicule and rejection of invalidity.

      Step this way sir, we have just the life you will love…

      • STEP THIS WAY SIR, WE HAVE JUST THE LIFE YOU WILL LOVE… 

        Step this way sir, we have just the life you will love…just, step right in.

        And, who are we?

        We are the undisclosed, and highly secretive, and never written about,  and strictly superlative suppliers, and manufacturers and recyclers of…Life!

        Here in this universe.

        Yes, if you could, have a real life.

        A real real life.

        Have a look at our line, I am sure, we will find a suit for you.

        These are, the latest.

        Perfect arn’t they, in every sense of that word.

        How about this one, hmm…six foot one inch, and every bit a man, well muscled in it’s symmetried 185lbs.

        Truly an exceptional alpha.

        Striking good looks, and lots under the hood…if ya know what I mean.

        Do you know what I mean?

        Destined and manufactured to become someone to be remembered.

        A life far and above, anything you could even imagine.

        An IQ far in range of the median. But not too much to bore the listeners.

        And leadership quality.

        A warrior heart. 

        There will be medals.

        Secret assignments.

        Courage like fine steel.

        The right pheromones that will make the ladies melt and…well I’ll leave the rest to your imagination.

        Know what, ah…I mean?

        Is that a blush I see?

        Or this…not as as strapping, lest need to maintain, but exceptional qualities of intellect.

        To speak size here would be vulger…would’nt ya say.

        This one is a thinker, probably will discover a number of things of importance.

        Nobel prizes, and stuff like that, seem to be the future.

        That look on your face…

        Ah, I see I have gone outside your, expectations.

        How about these slightly used models.

        How about these slightly…dented models.

        I can see you can’t decide…

        Is it a matter of scruples…

        What?

        You have questions I see.

        Speak.

        “Well…is this the way it is…has it always…doesn’t it just happen.

        I mean, I thought…”

        What did you think?

        Did you think you didn’t choose.

        HAHAHAhahahhhhhhhHHHA.

        Oh-my-god.

        DID YOU THINK SOMETHING WAS JUST…ISSUED.

        What da…

        We are not in that business, sir.

        We don’t just issue.

        Think of us as tailleur.

        Ok…I can see we have a problem here.

        You don’t think you have…well, we are outta your price range, are we not?

        We need to lower the bar a little bit…just a tiny little bit, not much.

        How about this life?

        Slightly used, only lived really nine or ten years…I think!

        Barely got to fruition…phewf…an accident.

        Ended…a very positive start.

        We had to take it back.

        But as you can see, it was only marked up in few places.

        It perfectly ok.

        And you can pick it up for only a few pesos and a promise to live it through to the very end.

        Now I am not completely sure about the wiring.

        But that’s ok…we talking comfort and a lowered set of expectations.

        We are here to please.

        Or this one…yes I realize it is a little…

        Well, not so much in looking, but,  I should say it has vast capacity for compassion, and is magnanimous to a fault.

        It’s a manageble life…

        and only slighly overweigh.

        In fact, now that I take a closer look. 

        It suits you to a tee.

        Would you like to try it on?

        This is one to save the rest.

        Tell you what sir…

        I am in a generous mood, and I have never seen a fit so tight.

        What ya say.

        You could walk out with this one today.

        The life you will love.

        • binra says:

          Thankyou for reflections,
          of a secret desire
          of hide and hide in.

          Denied and denying
          light to be.
          As ruled within
          Exclusively.

          A jealous god
          Asserted Me.
          Nothing new
          Automatic.

          Fixed Idea.
          Lifeless
          Static

          Came thus change,
          An opposition,
          War to regain
          what never was
          yet seems holy
          now it’s lost.

          Hate made holy,
          justified
          Whole made hateful,
          Death the price.

          Shattered love
          made hostage
          extruded to its
          body package

          Set within
          futility
          By killing wholeness
          Me to be.

          But change,
          changes,
          to re-cognition
          perspective
          wakes
          from false
          position.

          Reversal re-verses,
          the lie undone
          but not to raise
          another one.

          Wakened heart
          in love embrace
          The moment moves
          and moving
          knows,

          In true of being
          ever new
          to be the very
          you of you

          Because – just because!
          Be Cause in motion.
          No hate- feared other.
          to free embrace
          as movement freely
          feels to know.

          Embrace rejection’s messenger
          for what is pushed away is kept.
          But hidden.

          False can only seem
          while dreaming
          victim to a dream
          you chose, then hid
          in loveless world
          or Them!

          • IMAGINARY LIVES

            What about imaginary lives?

            Imaginary life…

            about stepping back, and getting the joke.

            Really…it’s such a joke.

            About the reluctance to become someone’s messiah,

            about just the life…you-will-love.

            It seems your conversation struck a chord with another conversationalist I was having a

            talk with…just chewing the fat…gnawing a bone,

            so…

            I was sayin to my friend Syd Barrett.

            I said “Syd… you packed them in and then you packed it in…you never follow it through to the other side…

            did you regret that?…

            were you afraid, syd?…

            did it scare ya, Syd?…

            He quiped “I wasn’t scared…I’m an artist, I know a honey trap when I see one, I discovered 

            a space.

            The rest of them picked up and packed up and moved in, made it home.

            I…on the other hand am a sailor.

            I sail the seven seas.

            An explorer.

            I am a dreamer in a dream.”

            I looked at his face… his face was blank.

            A blank faced dreamer.

            He pulled a chinese marker out of his pocket that was made in Taiwan.

            Not the pocket.

            And began to draw a new face.

            Eyebrows, greasy black and smudgy, like a skid mark on a paved street,

            a nose so aquiline, a perfectly contoured line.

            Reminiscent of…

            a fragment, at the edge of a Dine.

            Too round circles for eyes, squished in like piss holes in the snow,

            then a mouth for Carney clown.

            And Syd finished with a full stop  between those circles.

            And said…”Ommm”

            Pencil fell to the floor and Syd, silently sucking some saliva from his chinese lips…spoke.

            “When I was a child I had a fever…

            My hands felt just like two balloons…

            Now I’ve got that feeling once again…

            I can’t explain, you would not understand…

            This is not how I am.”

            “Relax!”

            I said, “I need some information first, just the basic facts, can you show me were it hurts”

            He moved those clowny lips…

            “When I was a child I caught a fleeting glimpse

            Out of the corner of my eye

            I turned…to look…but it was gone

            I cannot put my finger on it now

            The child is grown

            The dream is gone.

            And I…[had]…become comfortably…numb.”

            And so it was not the life that you would love…

            something else?

            Did you turn it in for another…Syd?

            Did you?

  3. tomaz050959 says:

    It doesn’t have to be this way. Time we became the captain of our ships.

  4. binra says:

    Mutineers and pirates consolidated to become the naval power of mercantile piracy writ large in dominion and subjection. When Sovereignty is corrupted – each seeks its own plunder and pushes the other under – unless to use as an ‘asset’.
    So what is the nature of our purpose, each, by which to navigate by wind and tidings?
    Wonder or plunder?
    The matrix of the model of reality as operating at large reveals plunder by its wasteland and misery. Blaming THEM buys time in which to persist the self-same collective denial we ‘love’ to say we hate – whist in secret perpetuate.

    However, in joining with you I can say that no one else has the power to live your life for you – though you have and are the power to deny your power by ‘seeing’ it in others and in your world. Bringing this choice to light is not trying to force an outcome – but illuminating the true nature of what is being chosen between. There cant really be a war between truth and illusion. Illusion battles only with itself. Freedom is a choiceless choice – but a falsely framed freedom must first have chosen to accept the framing – for what it wants to explore or experience thereby.
    However, once en-tranced, every attempt to escape binds the spell tighter. But know that the surface or ‘waking’ reality is not at cognizant of what is actually being drawn into focus. It was made to operate a denial or substitute reality – along with its undercurrent or subconscious agenda.

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