Collective Consciousness: The Individual is Gone ~ October 13, 2019


Editor’s Note: Author Jon Rappaport tells it like it is…personal power (aka personal freedom )has been denigrated and suppressed. But…we must understand the need of personal freedom as a part of the collective consciousness.

The “collective consciousness” will BE and DO as the collective wishes, and that is true. However you are part of the collective and your conscious action and free will do make a difference! This is the reason why your freedom, feelings, attitude, and beliefs matter. These are all tied up in self-love, or…how you feel about yourself!

So…please read on, learn why your self-love is so very important (actually, this is a win-win situation), and BE…

InJoy!

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In the middle of all the brain-research going on, from one end of the planet to the other, there is the assumption that the individual doesn’t really exist. He’s a fiction.

There is only the motion of particles in the brain. Therefore, nothing is inviolate, nothing is protected. Make the brain do A, make it do B; it doesn’t matter.

What matters is harmonizing these tiny particles, in order to build a collective consensus, in order to force a science of behavior.” (The Underground, Jon Rappoport)

Individual power. Your power.

It stands as the essence of what the founding documents of the American Republic are all about, once you scratch below the surface a millimeter or so.

Therefore, it stands to reason that colleges and universities would be teaching courses in INDIVIDUAL POWER.

As soon as I write that, though, we all fall down laughing, because we understand the absurdity of such a proposition. Can you imagine Harvard endowing a chair in Individual Power?

Students would tear down the building in which such courses were taught. They’ve been carefully instructed that the individual is the greatest living threat to the planet.

If you can’t see that as mind control, visit your local optometrist and get a prescription for glasses.

So we have this astonishing situation: the very basis of freedom has no reflection in the educational system.

You can say “individual” within certain limited contexts. You can say “power,” if you’re talking about nuclear plants, or if you’re accusing someone of a crime, but if you put “individual” and “power” together and attribute a positive quality to the combination, you’re way, way outside the consensus.

You’re crazy. You’re committing some kind of treason.

In order to spot the deepest versions of educational brainwashing, YOU HAVE TO HAVE SOME STANDARD AGAINST WHICH YOU CAN COMPARE WHAT IS COMING DOWN THE PIPELINE INTO THE MINDS OF STUDENTS.

If you lack that standard, you miss most of the action.

If you lack that standard, you have already been worked over by the system.

And in this case, the standard is INDIVIDUAL POWER.

Clean it off, hose off the dirt, polish it, look at it, think about it, remember it.

Then you’ll see some Grade-A prime mind control. Everywhere. Because schools either don’t mention it, or they discredit it.

Back in the days when I was writing on assignment for newspapers and magazines, I pitched a story about individual power to an editor. I wanted to trace its history as an idea over the past ten years.

He looked at me for a few seconds. He looked at me as if I’d just dropped some cow flop on his desk. He knew I wasn’t kidding and I had something I could write and turn in to him, but that made it worse. He began to squirm in his chair.

He laughed nervously. Then he stopped laughing.

He said, “This isn’t what we do.”

For him, I was suddenly radioactive.

I had a similar experience with a high-school history teacher in California. We were having lunch in a cafe in Santa Monica, and I said:

“You should teach a course in individual power. The positive aspects. No group stuff. Just the individual.”

He frowned a deep intellectual frown, as if I’d just opened my jacket and exposed a few sticks of dynamite strapped to my chest. As if he was thinking about which agency of the government to report me to.

Now, for the schizoid part. The movies. Television. Video games. Comics. Graphic novels. They are filled to the brim, they are overflowing with individual heroes who have considerable power.

These entertainment businesses bank billions of dollars, because people want to immerse themselves in that universe where the individual is supreme. They want it badly.

But when it comes to “real” life, power stops at the front door and no one answers the bell.

Suddenly, the hero, the person with power is anathema. He’s left holding the bag. So he adjusts. He waits. He wonders. He settles for less, far less.

He stifles his hopes. He shrinks. He forgets. He develops “problems” and tries to solve them within an impossibly narrow context. He redefines success and victory down to meet limited expectations. He strives for the normal and the average.

For his efforts, he receives tidbits, like a dog looking up at his master.

If that isn’t mind control, nothing is.

Once we enter a world where the individual no longer has credibility, a world where “greatest good for the greatest number” is the overriding principle, and where that principle is defined by the elite few, the term “mind control” will have a positive connotation. It will be accepted as the obvious strategy for achieving “peace in our time.”

At a job interview, a candidate will say:

“Yes, I received my PhD in Mind Control at Yale, and then I did three years of post-doc work in Cooperative Learning Studies at MIT. My PhD thesis? It was titled, ‘Coordination Strategies in the Classroom for Eliminating the Concept of the Individual.’”

From Wikipedia, “Cooperative Learning”:

“Students must work in groups to complete tasks collectively toward academic goals. Unlike individual learning, which can be competitive in nature, students learning cooperatively can capitalize on one another’s resources and skills… Furthermore, the teacher’s role changes from giving information to facilitating students’ learning. Everyone succeeds when the group succeeds.”

That is a towering assemblage of bullshit.

“Everyone succeeds when the group succeeds.”

You could use that quote on the back cover of Orwell’s 1984 or Huxley’s Brave New World.

Everyone does not succeed — because the individual never finds out what he can do on his own.

That avenue is cut off. He only knows what he can achieve in combination with others. He only knows what he can understand when he borrows from others. He may never glimpse what he truly wants to do in life.

This is a tragic situation, but the tragedy is concealed, because the memory of shifting from individual independence to group dependence is gone.

There is no such memory. A child is brought up without independence. Therefore, how can he recall losing it?

He only knows the group and the team and the participation and the praise. He only knows the organizing of his life within a synthetically produced context.

He is taught that this is good and necessary.

So, one day, when a bolt comes out of the blue and he recognizes he is himself, what will he use to grasp that revelation and build on it?

Yes, there are productive groups and teams, and one is always working with others, to some degree. But the core and the starting point is one’s self.

That is where the insight and the magic begin. That is where the great decisions and commitments are made. That is where the world is born, every day.

I see no end of writing about this magic, because civilization has been turned upside down by treacherous people who have been fabricating a counter-tradition that will sink the ship.

By Jon Rappoport

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

Source:http://humansarefree.com

Headlines and Updates for August 15, 2019: Connecting the Dots [video] ~ August 15, 2019


Editor’s Note: are you sweltering yet? Although it’s hot/humid here in eastern NC at Mom’s, many, many more from D.C. are feeling the heat from this politically and chaotic “hot” summer. Please read the daily report from Starship Earth below, we need to start a pool for the release date of FISA documents (as well as other major indicators for the death of the Deep State), and BE…

InJoy!

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Today is August 15, and that means Coats is gone. C before D “Coats before DECLAS”, and that means the declassification of any number of documents could come any time. Blockade gone—but the patriots might let it hang over the dimms’ heads for even longer to keep them in panic mode. The demonrats are doing a bang-up job of destroying themselves so why interfere?

DownDetector.com is showing a lot of issues today, on many platforms and with many service providers.

Regardless of what else is happening, we have pedophile networks to expose.

Remember the Art Ive been making?
The Vatican central theme? The multiple posts Ive made to @Pontifex?

Lawsuit filed today in NY.
There Are Layers To Everything.

Epstein ==> Vatican. <–there are connections to be made.
God Bless and God Speed, Fellow Patriots! https://t.co/kFkMUIOARo

— EyeTheSpy (@TrueEyeTheSpy) August 14, 2019


Patriot Actionable!

If you are going to call the Supreme Court today and voice your need for “proof of life” for the errant Ruth Bader-Ginsburg, note that the number given (3000) for the switchboard will mean you have to be deferred to the Public Information Office which is 202.479.3211. I called yesterday to verify. No point in calling the switchboard as they don’t forward your call. Hours are 9 – 5 EDT.


We want to keep our favourite pedophile in the real news, so we have another scenario for the “disappearance” of Jeffrey Epstein; this one from investigative reporter Jon Rappoport.

I would say that while it’s possible in his fictional scenario that the FBI might in error abscond with a “fake” Epstein, I don’t believe the White Hats would make that error. They don’t make mistakes because the fate of Humanity lies in the balance. Failure is not an option.

Besides, retired Marine Field McConnell of Abel Danger stated that the Marines have Epstein at an undisclosed location for safe keeping. The Marines have also protected Timothy Holmseth so he can testify against Epstein, so we know there is a Plan to get the pedophiles and they will execute it with precision.

As Scott Mowry pointed out in his Miracles intel call on Sunday, if the Patriots can protect the life of President Trump and his family every hour of every day, they can certainly protect Jeffrey Epstein from being suicided.

In my opinion, the Patriots would not allow the cabal to remove/erase Epstein any more than they would allow them to gain control of Julian Assange. They are all protected assets—but do listen to Laura Walker’s take on it further down the page. It’s important stuff.

I see Firefox is suggesting Jon’s blog is dangerous to visit. Good grief. Read his fictional scenario at the link.

Jeffrey Epstein is Alive: A Fictional Scenario

And check out the colourful and detailed results of the “broken neck” Epstein allegedly sustained which meant his imminent death. These folks sure can spin a yarn.

Autopsy Finds Epstein’s Neck Was Broken in Ways Indicative of Homicide by Strangulation

Oh, and Field McConnell also read a court document stating that a Florida judge implicated VP Mike Pence in a scheme to eliminate Timothy Holmseth before he could expose Jeffrey Epstein. Apparently Pence flew to Minnesota in May 2019 to meet with other conspirators. Paul Ryan and Pence are reported to have conspired to assassinate President Trump, as well. Works for me. Let’s round up the pedos and get Pence out of the picture.

If you have the time and the desire to filter out the extraneous material, Field reads the document in this Abel Danger Livestream.

Bottom line, you need to hear Laura Walker’s take on the fake death of Jeffrey Epstein. There is the spiritual war side of this that no one else has discussed in the media anywhere I’ve seen because they’re all addressing the “terrestrial” side of it, and QAnon has stated more than once the importance of realizing this is a spiritual war.

Laura speaks of the archons, evil deities like Moloch, Baal, evil magicians, and the Phoenicians. We have seen a great deal of Phoenician structures, carvings, etc. in the research from Martin at the Flat Earth British channel. He doesn’t discuss flat earth that I’ve heard, but he does remarkable digging in our hidden past to show us the Tartarian architecture and antiquitech no one ever showed us in school or told the truth about as far as origins. Due to time constraints I don’t often allow myself the luxury of taking in the remarkable historical remnants he showcases but it’s breathtaking.

This is your must watch video for this week, in my opinion. It’s an extra analysis from Laura from yesterday.

You may recall SerialBrain2 told us the Patriots have been working on removing demons and evil entities from the planet. They are the “illegal aliens” who came uninvited and must leave.

THE ORACLE REPORT | “Epstein the Archon”

As a supporting video, Martin just uploaded this one. How serendipitous. I’m really looking forward to watching this one.

FLAT EARTH BRITISH. The Phoenician Evil Entities & How It All Went Down!


The economy is beginning to come into focus now. As you can imagine, it would make Trump look bad if the financial system crashed and they will do whatever they can to affect his success in the election. The Patriots know this and are prepared. The cabal seems to be completely ineffectual any more.

The Fake News Media is doing everything they can to crash the economy because they think that will be bad for me and my re-election. The problem they have is that the economy is way too strong and we will soon be winning big on Trade, and everyone knows that, including China!

— Donald J. Trump (@realDonaldTrump) August 15, 2019

Dave’s X22 Report yesterday covered the financial situation very well.

Trump & Boris Trapped The [CB], Boom – Episode 1943a


Distracting events…

Oh, brother. We now know of another stabbing incident in the UK, and an Airbus 321 suffered a “bird strike” and a “hero” pilot negotiated a hard belly landing in a corn field near Moscow with reports of 10 – 24 injured. That’s the story.

Trump appears to have put a bee in the bonnet of Israel’s administration and they have blocked the entry of representatives Tlaib and Omar. That will yield a few giggles, no doubt. The girls say it’s because they’re women, lol.

The shooting incident in Philadelphia yesterday stemmed from attempting to serve an arrest warrant. Six officers were shot, but not fatally and there were no deaths. It sounds miraculous. I was surprised to hear of onlookers taunting police. The whole world’s going sideways.

The deep state plans are not going according to Hoyle and their problems mount. Epstein is gone for now, Trump is here to stay, and Nadler sounds like a programmed bot.

NADLER DENIED: Judge Strikes Down Key Aspect of Democrats’ Impeachment Probe

The dead pool of dimm presidential candidates is shrinking, and even with a whopping 23 candidates it leaves no one of serious consideration but Tulsi Gabbard? If the deep state believes she will shrink and limp away due to the constant attacks, they would probably be wrong. I don’t see Tulsi kowtowing to anyone, particularly media whores.

The bots are still at it… distracting the public.

Nadler subpoenas Lewandowski, former White House official for testimony

I told you there would never be a “President Hickenlooper”.

Hickenlooper ends presidential bid


Getting back to Jeffrey Epstein, investigative journalist Sharyl Attkisson has a great article with a trove of documents and photos fleshing out Epstein’s activities and associated individuals.

There is also this unfortunate news as the war progresses; another New York officer “suicided” and possibly added to the Clinton Body Bag.

BREAKING: 9th NYPD Officer Dies by Suicide This Year

What’s the Clinton Body Bag? Some folks are just discovering this deep and disgusting subject. The President feels it’s important enough to Tweet about it. The video explains a great deal.

Jeffrey Epstein & The Full Clinton Body Count Tweeted By Donald Trump


Crime Minister Justin Turdeau is officially in trouble again. He is virtually irrelevant now and on his way out. The other crimes will be exposed later, I suppose, as they relate to Human Trafficking.

Kip Simpson provides the details on this and the pre-existing crimes exposed earlier with regard to the frightfully expensive vacation on a private island that Turdeau brushed off after using taxpayer dollars to fund it for his family—just in case Canadians forgot about that.

Justin Trudeau FOUND GUILTY

Also in Canada, the virtual muzzling of the People’s Party leader Maxime Bernier is a travesty. There should be a deafening outcry about this.

#MaximeBernier NOT ALLOWED in Canadian #LeaderDebates – Death of #FreeSpeech !

Human trafficking and sexual crimes against children is far more prevalent than the average person realizes but it won’t be swept under the rug much longer.

Figure Skater Sues U.S. Figure Skating, Famed Coach and Accuses Him of Sexual Molestation


We’ve not heard the end of the Hillary Clinton email scandal, either. TREASON.

Hillary Clinton’s Emails Were Sent to Gmail Address With a Chinese Company’s Name


The team at Right Side Broadcasting is already boots on the ground in Manchester, New Hampshire for the Trump rally tonight. They interview people and find out how they think the election will go, red or blue, and it will be interesting in 2020 because NH was a Clinton state.

They also show the crowds during the rally which the fake media does not, and it’s impressive to see all those people with eyes on President Trump like we’ve never seen before.

Enjoy the show.  ~ BP

Headlines and Updates for May 14, 2019: Global Web of Intrigue is Growing [videos] ~ May 14, 2019


We learn some new and very interesting info about several things in the next IPOT video—including the property in LA raided for massive amounts of guns and ammo. Dots are getting connected, partially as a result of a tip provided to Sir Patrick Mack by “RealEstateAnon”. These globalists are into everything.

The update also brings news of plans by convicted pedophile Jeffrey Epstein, who purchased another island, Saint James Island, right next to his other island, Little Saint James, where we heard about the hidden chambers under the temple which now has no golden dome on it, and Moloch the owl has also been removed. Apparently the “stop work order” did not stop the construction on Saint James Island. Laws aren’t for them.

Q Anon/News – HoneyPot? – In Pursuit of Truth Presents – 5.14.19


The writing is on the wall, but most people will ignore it until it comes to their town—and then watch them scream—but it will be too late. Their residents will be randomly attacked and murdered by Muslim extremists living their religion.

This is Norway discussed below, but the crew tells us Sweden is already a lost cause. The perpetrators don’t go to jail so they’re free to do more.

These animals were “imported” by the globalists to do this. It’s all unfolding according to their agenda while they are safe in their castles, estates, behind walls, and in underground bunkers. Some say it’s us they’re afraid of. I think a few of the serfs already have their pitchforks in the fire in readiness for an uprising, and there’s nowhere to hide.

Coca-Cola’s Islam-Themed ‘Ramadan soda’ Celebrates “the Month of Conquest and Jihad”

Coca Cola celebrating “the month of conquest and jihad” Mind you, there is no Jewish, Hindu, Bahai, Zorastrian, etc Coke celebrations. Because Coke does not fear them. Muslim religious leaders have long exhorted devout (active) Muslims to use the holy month of Ramadan as a sacred opportunity to attack non-Muslim infidels in “the United States and Europe.” Ramadan is “the month of conquest and jihad,” and encourages Muslims to “be ready” to attack the infidels in their own lands.

Read the rest of the article…

Here in the good ol’ US of A, however, steps are being taken to curb the infiltration of haters. Good news in this super-short video from White Rabbit News.

ILHAN OMAR COURT COMPLAINT!


WordPress took down investigative journalist Jon Rappaport’s blog. No surprise there.

THEY TOOK DOWN MY BLOG, PART 2

I say, “Dear Parents, All over the world they are injecting your children, from the day of their birth [emphasis mine], with poisonous chemicals and germs, and they’re calling it a miracle.  But it isn’t.  It’s devastating.” And then, someone somewhere behind a curtain who’s hidden his name-badge in his underpants says, “Censor that man.  Cut off his expression.  He has no right to say what he’s saying.” The Soulless Ones are at it again. Many of you now know that, last Saturday, WordPress took down my blog without warning or notice.  After 10 years—boom.  Gone.  We are in the process of restoring the blog through “other means.”  Meanwhile, my home page at NoMoreFakeNews.com is still up, and you can let others know to go there to sign up for the email list to receive my articles in their inbox on a regular basis.  You can also order products at that same home page.

I strongly suspect that my articles criticizing vaccines triggered the censorship move.  The justification would be: well, we must protect the health of the public and your influence could be quite negative in that regard, etc.

Jon’s other website is here…


I’m still getting caught up from the weekend with company and don’t believe I shared the SerialBrain2 decode video from And We Know about the Kentucky Derby and Russia. With another plane incident in Myanmar it’s just all too suspicious.

A newer SB2 decode video is also below.

SerialBrain decodes are found here, and they are spectacular, in my opinion, when you check all the links and connect the dots.

SerialBrain2: Kentucky Derby: The Magic Spell Went All The Way To Russia.

SerialBrain2: Mueller-Rosenstein-Comey: The Infernal Trio.

And this just in…

Trump Jr. reaches deal to testify with Senate Intelligence

US Attorney John Durham Began Investigating Spygate Scandal “Weeks Ago” – Working Directly with IG Horowitz on FISA Abuses

Tom Fitton: Adam Schiff has Lied Repeatedly about Trump–“He’s in on the Scam”

Headlines and Updates for March 21, 2019: Springing Into Action [videos] ~ March 21, 2019


Wow. You can cut the tension with a knife. The “truths” coming out now are bigger and better than ever before. The Alliance is not pulling many punches and the deep state is finding escape routes closed so their threats continue.

Panic time. Recalculating. They try to recharge their energies with more Human sacrifices but it’s too late for that.

As Q advised… keep a list: The changing of the guard.

Guaido’s aide arrested for plotting terrorist attacks on Venezuelan officials – interior minister

Kazakh president Nursultan Nazarbayev, a key Russian ally, resigns after almost 30 years in power

And in case you missed it…

Ocasio-Cortez Quietly Removed From Board Of PAC She And Top Aide Controlled

Did you see the map President Trump showed the press indicating that ISIS/AQ has been vanquished?

President Trump Press Conference at the White House

In less than an hour Thomas Williams will share his insider analysis of the news, intel, and address the Q&A. Listen live at Spreaker.com or at the Think Different website at 7:30 EDT/4:30 Pacific.

QAnon has been unleashed and is unrelenting. Tantalizing tid-bits comprising images and names dropped related to pedophiles… all fuel for thirsty Anons. I do believe the Patriots are in control of what unfolds for the most part. Naturally the psychopaths will do what they have always done on a small scale. They will pay.

Not surprisingly, the link we shared to correspondence indicating HRC and Co. knew the earthquake in Christchurch, New Zealand was coming, now goes nowhere. Even the website is not available. Sorry. Too late. “We have it all.”

http://mediawhores.co.nz/2016/10/04/hillary-clinton-emails-show-advanced-warning-of-christchurch-earthquake/

Boeing CH-47

For the past three days I’ve listened and watched as a noisy chinook lumbers across the sky in trip after trip between the Mesa Falcon Field and an unknown destination in the southeast. I’d know that deep, throaty vibration anywhere.

Back and forth it goes, multiple times in just a few hours, often with a small helicopter as wingman or trailing. I’ve no idea what they’re doing, but it is very unusual activity. Normally we would see this occasionally; one or two trips a day more than 30 days apart.

I like to envision this bumble bee of helicopters engorged with cabalists enroute to their new homes at the prison in Florence as they await adjudication. But perhaps it’s just routine testing. Or other military operations.


Positive news on the migration legal front from Douglas Ducote:

Finally…Some Great News For Trump & Law Abiding Americans


Tylenol has bits of metal in it? There’s a shocker. And baby powder has asbestos, I heard. Baby aspirin… don’t go there.

Johnson & Johnson Population Control Agenda [VIDEO]


The Sleepers Are Now Awake, [DS] Panics And Traps Themselves, Plan Advances – Episode 1819b

Setup Complete, Watch Gold, Watch The [CB], Watch What Happens Next – Episode 1821a


The deep state has activated their plan of attack in their territory of Florida. They don’t want to lose it completely. They installed Gillum in the gubernatorial race, who, despite the shameless election rigging, lost to Ron DeSantis in the midterms. It’s time for the People to take Florida back and eliminate the pond scum orchestrating the false flags, mass shootings and sacrificial rituals.

Andrew Gillum Announces Plan to Stop Trump in Florida


There has been endless suffering on our planet and it continues as this war rages on. One of our best investigative journalists, Jon Rappaport, shared this beautiful tear jerker today and in his honour, and that of his dearly departed, Laura Thompson, I forward it to the warriors.

If we understood the reality of the transference of consciousness we wouldn’t suffer so.

I hope Jon understands that the reincarnation loop ensnaring Humanity for eons was dismantled fairly recently and now when we leave this earthly plane, we’re told we go directly to Source, and a blissful reunion. Rest in peace, Laura.

Poem on the Passing of My Wife

March 21, 2019

Did a great Nothing swallow you whole, my darling?

Have you gone to ashes, buried next to the walnut tree in New Jersey, in the back yard of your family?

Is the same swelling of the legs that immobilized you creeping up my body?

I sat on our front porch smoking a cigarette looking at the wild cherry tree full of pink buds—this is your spring coming on in the hills of Carolina.

Were you a collection of elements driven by unknown forces?  Have you gone back to the beginning?  What beginning?

This is not my season for reassurances.

I don’t rest in full knowledge that your essence is still whole somewhere brimming.

Spring is relentless in the hills around our home—fat cardinals are building a nest near an upstairs window.  Is that you orchestrating a message?  I’m told I need to drink more water and stop eating salt, when all I want is salt.

I wasn’t with you at the clinic when you died.  I’m told a nurse was combing your hair and singing to you when you stopped breathing, when you’d had enough suffering.  You had many plans—the house is full of your things.  I think a stray thought and by habit it refers to you.  This is not the season for reassurances.  This is not the time for a life without you.  Are you in some cottage by the sea waiting for us?

In a week or so our wild cherry tree will be spilling with white flowers from every branch.  Will you be there?  For me, yes.  Our house is surrounded by high deep forest.  Hundreds of trees.  As a boy, trees were my first love.  You are my second—and much greater love.  My darling.

Source

The Normal Person Receives a Shock to the System ~ November 20, 2018


by Jon Rappoport

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John Q Jones had a nice job, a nice family, a nice house, and a nice yard. Everything was nice.

Then one day, he was walking down the street near his office and a soft explosion went off in his head.

He looked around and saw a young woman sitting in a parked car. She was reading a newspaper. And he realized he was reading her mind.

She was thinking about a vacation, a trip to Alaska, a boat ride, a book, a boyfriend. He was reading her thoughts and the sensation of doing it was exquisite, quite lucid, quite simple.

He was thrilled beyond measure. For a moment, he thought he would take off and fly.

A few hours later, he left work and went to see his psychiatrist.

“I have a problem,” he said. “Today, I read a person’s mind. And it was wonderful.”

“Hmm,” the doctor said, “I have a diagnosis for that. Paranoid schizophrenia. Possibly Bipolar.”

“Good,” Jones said. “I need a diagnosis right away, and drugs.”

“I’m the man with the drugs,” the psychiatrist said. “Let’s start you off with a sedative for sleeping and a bit of Haldol for your psychosis.”

“Sounds good,” Jones said, “but what if it doesn’t work? What if tomorrow, out of the blue, I read someone else’s mind?”

“Then come back and see me,” the psychiatrist said, “and I’ll up the dosage. Don’t worry.”

“The feeling of wonderful will go away?” Jones asked.

“Do you want it to?” the psychiatrist said.

“You bet I do. It’s the hook. I could yearn after it, and who knows what I might do then?”

“Pleasure is a tough one,” the psychiatrist said. “We pursue it, sometimes to our own detriment. I favor neutrality in all things.”

“So did I,” Jones said, “until today. Now I have a…what would you call it…a desire. And it’s scaring me.”

“Desire is the beginning of all suffering,” the psychiatrist said. “I read that somewhere.”

“The worst part,” Jones said, “is that I’m becoming aware of a different space and time.”

“Dangerous,” the psychiatrist agreed. “I’m a member of a committee formed to look into other spaces and times. We’re hoping to draft legislation that outlaws them.”

“I hope you succeed,” Jones said. “Suppose I couldn’t come back to my nice house and my nice life without feeling odd? That would be terrible. I’m a round peg in a round hole and I want to stay that way. You know, we go to church every Sunday. The Church of Statistical Average. The congregation is growing. It’s perfect for us. We love it.”

“I understand,” the psychiatrist said.

All this time, he had been reading Jones’ mind, and Jones had been reading his. They both saw a profound yearning and a profound sadness in the other.

“Perhaps I should consider a lobotomy,” Jones said.

“I wouldn’t rush into that,” the psychiatrist said.

Jones saw that the psychiatrist a) wanted a lobotomy and b) wished for the courage to go through with it.

The psychiatrist saw that Jones wanted to read minds all the time and experience the intense pleasure of leaving ordinary space and time. That was perfectly understandable. Who, having known the sensation, wouldn’t desire it again?

Jones saw that the psychiatrist longed to swim in the ocean of telepathic communication.

The psychiatrist saw that Jones wanted to become unconscious and float like a space-rock in the galaxy, with no consciousness whatsoever.

“How is your wife?” the psychiatrist said.

“Fine,” Jones said. “And your family?”

“Very well, fine,” the psychiatrist said. “Are you still sailing on weekends?”

“Now and then,” Jones said. “The weather’s been cold lately.”

“Yes, it has been.”

“Are you still playing bridge at the club?”

“Most Friday nights.”

Jones reached out and placed a thought in the consciousness of the psychiatrist: “Help me.”

Silently, the psychiatrist answered: “I need help, too.”

The walls and ceiling of the psychiatrist’s office fell away and exposed a great dark warm space.

The two men began to weep.

“We’re alone,” they thought.

Then Jones said, out loud, “Suppose everyone is like us?”

Faintly, they heard band music, and then people appeared, whispering among themselves and quietly playing instruments, or perhaps the whispering was coming from the instruments.

“I think we just died,” Jones said.

“No,” the psychiatrist said. “This is a womb filled with friends. We’re being born. They’re waiting for us to emerge.”

“Emerge into what?”

“Happiness.”

“The happiness of being ourselves?” Jones said.

“It appears so,” the psychiatrist said. “We were in a play.”

“What kind of play?”

“I don’t know,” the psychiatrist said, “but it’s closing. It had a good run, but ticket sales are declining, and the producers are resigned. They’ve given the order to strike the sets.”

“The producers?”

“They designed everything we thought we were.”

Jones laughed.

He couldn’t remember the last time he’d laughed at anything. He thought he was going to jump out of his skin. He tried to bring himself under control.

He laughed harder and that led to weeping.

He smelled fire.

“Something’s burning,” he said.

“No,” the psychiatrist said. “Some one. I’m burning. Can’t you see it?”

Jones strained at the darkness. He saw an object rising like a rocket.

“Don’t leave me,” he said.

The psychiatrist shouted over a roar, “I can’t wait anymore!”

Jones took off, too. He rose above his station, and felt the heat.

And then, suddenly, they were back in the psychiatrist’s office, sitting, facing each other.

“Your wife is still pursuing a graduate degree?” the psychiatrist was saying.

“Why yes,” Jones said. “Two evenings a week, and weekends. Her advisor tells her she’s an exceptional student.”

“I’m sure that pleases her.”

“It does, yes.”

“We’re almost out of time,” the psychiatrist said. “Anything else in our remaining moments?”

“Yes,” Jones said. “One thing. Have you ever felt you were in a commercial promoting the very thing you were doing at the moment?”

The psychiatrist smiled.

“Almost every day.”

He stood up. Jones stood up. They shook hands and Jones left the office.

On the street, as he walked back to his office, he said to himself, “I’m normal, I’m average, I’m normal, I’m average…”

His eyelids were heavy. Fatigue spread through his body. He staggered into an alley and sat down on the pavement next to a dumpster. He fell asleep.

Sometime later, his memories foggy, he was stretched out on the grass in a park near the river.

Lights were shining in his eyes. He blinked and looked up. He saw a cameraman and a woman in a pink suit holding a microphone.

“We’re doing a story on the homeless,” she said. “I’m from KGR News. How did you end up here, sir? Would you tell us?”

Jones tried to shake off his intense weariness.

He stood up, scratched at the stubble of his beard, and grabbed the microphone from the newswoman.

“Hey!” she said.

“Would you tell me,” Jones said, “how you ended up in the stage play called Your Life?”

He threw the microphone down and lumbered away across the park lawn.

He walked several miles, entered the Grand Hotel, took out his credit card, and walked up to the check-in counter.

The clerk looked at him and frowned.

“I know,” Jones said. “I’m a mess. I’m in actor in a play in town. We just closed our run and I didn’t bother changing my costume. I’d like your best room for a day. I want to clean up and get some sleep.”

The clerk gingerly took Jones’ credit card and ran it. He was surprised to find it had a hundred-thousand-dollar limit.

“Of course, sir,” he said. “I understand.”

An hour later, showered and shaved, Jones called room service and had them send up a meal.

After devouring a steak and mashed potatoes, he called his tailor and asked for a rush job on a new suit. He spoke to the hotel concierge and put in an order for underwear, socks, a shirt, and a tie from a local department store.

Four hours later, he looked in the mirror in the bathroom and saw himself as he was: businessman, husband, father, pillar of the community.

He was about to call his wife and assure her he was fine, when he glanced at the sliding glass door and saw his psychiatrist sitting out on the balcony calmly smoking a cigarette.

Jones walked over to the door, opened it, and sat down across from the doctor.

“How did you get here?” Jones said.

“Never mind that,” the psychiatrist said. “For the past few days, I’ve been tuning into high-level conversations. First, it was the mayor. Then the governor. Then the president. Then, bankers in Brussels. Finally, a small group of men in Geneva. In Geneva, they were talking about a company called Reality Manufacturing, Inc.”

“Never heard of it,” Jones said.

“You should. They said you were a key figure in it.”

He stared at Jones.

“Wait a minute,” Jones said. “That’s crazy. You’re crazy.”

“They seemed very certain.”

“I’m in a company that makes Reality?”

“Apparently so.”

“What about you?” Jones said.

“My name didn’t come up.”

“What the hell’s going on?” Jones said.

The psychiatrist shrugged. “Seems like we’ve gone through a wormhole or something.”

“A what?”

“Take it easy, Jones” the psychiatrist said. “We’ll sort this out. I have a theory. You’re the most normal man in the world. You’re the epitome of normal. That must be a clue.”

“A clue to what? That I’m going insane?”

“No. Your extreme normality is a perfect cover story. Who would suspect that you’re hiding an enormous secret? I believe mysterious forces have hijacked your subconscious and are using it to hide a…system for manufacturing reality as we know it. You’re an agent. You just don’t know it.”

Silence.

“And,” the psychiatrist continued, “I reason that if you die, reality will vanish.”

He stood up, took a step forward, and grabbed Jones by the shoulders.

“I’m going to throw you off the balcony,” the psychiatrist said, “and test my hypothesis.”

At that moment, policemen burst through the door to the hotel room and rushed out on to the balcony. They separated the two men and put them in handcuffs.

“What’s the charge, Officers?” the psychiatrist said.

“Sniffing at the edges,” a tall policeman said. “Meddling with the grid.”

“Care to explain that further?” the psychiatrist said.

“No,” the policeman said. “You’ll be taken to a facility for reprocessing. After that, you won’t need any explanations.”

Two days later, Jones was reunited with his wife at a local hospital. A doctor told Mrs. Jones that her husband had gone on a bender and blacked out in a park.

She nodded. “I always thought he was too normal. Something had to be wrong with him. I understand now. He’s been hiding his drinking from me.”

The psychiatrist was never heard from again.

On nights when his wife is out with her friends, Jones goes down to his basement and sits on an old battered couch and tries to remember. He doesn’t know what he’s looking for, but he knows it’s there, in his mind.

Occasionally, a wall disappears for a few seconds and then reconstitutes itself. He hears faint music. He senses that the people who are making the music are waiting for him. They know what he needs to know. They want him to break through.

He calls them his “other friends.” He can almost make out their faces. Faces in darkness, hovering in shadows.

One day, after work, he passes a coffee shop and sees, in the window, the woman who was in the car reading the newspaper, the woman whose thoughts he’d read, the woman who’d started the whole thing.

She glances his way and smiles.

Hearing the faint music, he walks into the shop and sits down across from her.

He says, “I wasn’t reading your thoughts. You were sending them to me.”

She nods.

“But why?” he says. “Why me?”

“Because,” she says, “you were absolutely normal. Therefore, you were so close to the edge. Just a little push and you would fall off.”

He smiles.

“Falling off,” he says, “is quite an understatement to describe what I went through.”

“Yes,” she says. “I know. Have patience. The grid is collapsing, bit by bit. Your assistance is appreciated.”

by Jon Rappoport

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