OUR WORLD
Breakout from the
Controlled Ordinary Mind
by Jon Rappoport
When I was about to release my collection, Exit From The
Matrix, I wrote several introductions. Here is one I didn’t
publish. It shows how seriously I take what others consider a
merely “quirky tendency” of humans to imagine a better and
different future for themselves and this piece of space called
Earth:
“S
uppose everything that is
happening in the human
world is taking place in a
synthetic space, a grossly
reduced arena; and suppose you could stand outside that space and look
in. You would be seeing a great deal more than ‘what
is going on’. You would be seeing how it is playing
out, shot through with delusions at every turn; and
of course the main delusion would be the space itself, as if nothing could be happening anywhere else
but there, in that place. This is what the mind, all
the minds, are telling themselves, as they fight over
scraps. Humans have defined themselves as social
constructs in small-time stage play.” (The Magician
Awakes, Jon Rappoport)
The controlled mind thinks in the same patterns,
over and over. It reworks familiar territory, and
when that becomes insufferably boring, it lowers
its energy output and initiates shutdowns. Then
it looks for outside stimulation that will replace
thinking. The type of stimulation hardly matters,
as long as it moves adrenaline through the system.
The decline of a society or civilization can be viewed
in the same step-down fashion.
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Occasionally, in passing, a writer makes reference
to the creative impulse as a missing social factor,
which could be remedied, for example, by restoring funding for arts programs in schools, as if that
would repair a bureaucratic failing and thus restore
balance to education and “the culture.” Which is
like saying Titans, who have developed profound
amnesia about themselves, could recover their
consciousness and power by shampooing their
hair more frequently.
The individual human being, apart from the welter of his social relationships, is sitting on a volcano-range of creative energy, about which he knows
almost nothing. This ignorance is purposeful. It
enables him to fit into a small life defined by habits and shrunken subjects of interest and routine
interactions. Within that space, he forms opinions
and preferences and aversions. He says yes to this
and no to that. He cultivates a passive tolerance for
differences, as if he were auditioning for sainthood.
He lives as a social construct in a social space. If
he breaks out, it is usually by committing a minor
crime. If he lives in a place where war and destruction are the long-standing status quo, he fights the
assigned enemy. His social space is the battlefield.
But whoever he is and wherever he is, underneath