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by Jon Rappoport
November 28,
2021
from
NoMoreFakeNews Website
"Dominoes
of the collective
begin to fall.
The whole
rotting structure
begins to
collapse,
a wing here and
a wing there,
and the robots
open their eyes
and turn off
their cameras."
Several years ago, after
reading an article of mine, a producer approached me about writing a
movie script.
He wasn't sure whether he
wanted it to be a documentary or a feature. But he wanted it to be
"heroic," he said. And long...
We had discussions.
I sent him notes.
The tentative title
was, "Mind Cartels"...
The producer eventually
wobbled, then disappeared.
Here are some of those preliminary notes. I've recently added one or
two comments.
If you can't see the background of a crime, you aren't seeing the
crime, you're seeing the sensational effects, that's all.
There are people who
want their own minds to look exactly like the world.
They want their minds
to look like photographs of the world.
This is what they
strive for.
The idea that they
could invent something is so terrifying they opt instead for the
world as it is.
This is what amused the
surrealists. They started turning things upside down and inside out.
They were reacting to
humans who had made themselves into robots... into robot cameras...
The Surveillance
State is a robot camera.
It captures
everything, based on the premise that what isn't Normal is
dangerous.
The cartels of the world become the cartels of the mind.
At the outbreak of World War 2, the
Council on Foreign
Relations (CFR)
began making plans for the post-war world.
The question it posed was
this:
Could America exist
as a self-sufficient nation, or would it have to go outside its
borders for vital resources...?
Predictably, the answer
was:
imperial empire...
The US would not only
need to obtain natural resources abroad, it would have to embark on
endless conquest to assure continued access.
The CFR, of course, wasn't just some think tank.
It was connected to
the highest levels of US government, through the State Department.
A front for
Rockefeller interests, it
actually stood above the government...
Behind all its
machinations was the presumption that planned societies were
the future of the planet. Not open societies...
Through wars,
clandestine operations, legislation, treaties, manipulation of
nations' debt, control of banks and money supplies, countries
could be turned into "managed units" - and then, with the
erasure of borders, combined into regions.
Increasingly, the
populations of countries would be regulated and directed and held in
thrall to the State.
And the individual?
He would go the way
of other extinct species...
For several decades, the
pseudo-discipline called "social science" had been turning out reams
of studies and reports on tribes, societal groupings, and so-called
classes of people...
But no reports on The
Individual...
Deeply embedded in the social sciences were psychological warfare
specialists who, after World War 2, emerged with a new academic
status and new field of study:
mass communications...
Their objective?
The broadcasting of
messages that would, in accordance with political goals, provoke
hostility or pacified acceptance in the masses:
Nowhere in these formulas
was the individual protected.
He was considered a wild
card, a loose cannon, and he needed to be demeaned, made an
outsider, and characterized as a criminal who opposed the needs of
the collective.
Collective = robot
minds welded into one mind...
As the years and decades
passed, this notion of the collective and its
requirements, in a "humane civilization," expanded.
Never mind that out of
view,
the
rich were getting richer and poor were getting poorer...
That fact was downplayed, and the cover story
- "share and care" -
took center stage.
On every level of society, people were urged to think of themselves
as part of a greater group.
The individual and his
hopes, his unique dreams, his desires and energies, his
determination and will power... all these were portrayed as relics
of an unworkable and deluded past.
In many cases, lone pioneers who were innovating in directions that
could, in fact, benefit all of humanity, were absorbed into the one
body of the collective, heralded as humane... and then dumped on the
side of the road with their inventions, and forgotten.
In the planned
society, no one rises above the mass, except those men who run
and operate and propagandize the mass...
In order to affect the
illusion of individual success, as a kind of safety valve for the
yearnings of millions of people, the cult of celebrity emerged.
But even there,
extraordinary tales of rise and then precipitous fall, glory and
then humiliation, were and are presented as cautionary melodramas.
This could happen to
you...
You would be exposed.
You would suffer the
consequences.
Let others take the
fall.
Keep your mind blank.
Do nothing unusual.
Shorten your
attention span.
Disable your own
mental machinery.
Then you'll never be
tempted to stand out from the mass...
The onrush
of technocracy
gears its wild promises to genetic manipulation, brain-machine
interfaces, and other automatic downloads assuring "greater life"...
No effort required...
Plug in, and ascend to
new heights.
Old flickering dreams
vicariously viewed on a screen...
Individual greatness,
imagination, creative power?
A sunken galleon loaded
with treasure that, upon closer investigation, was never there to
begin with...
The Plan is all that is important. The plan involves
universal surveillance, in order to map the lives of billions of
people, move by move, in order to design systems of control within
which those billions live, day to day.
But the worst outcome of all is:
the individual cannot
even conceive of his own life and future in large terms...
The individual responds
to tighter and control with a shrug, as if to say,
"What difference does
it make...?"
He has bought the
collectivist package.
His own uniqueness and
inner resources are submerged under layers of passive acceptance of
the consensus.
And make no mistake about it, this consensus reality, for all its
exaltation of the group, is not heraldic in any sense.
The
propagandized veneer covers a cynical exploitation of every man,
woman, and child.
Strapped by an amnesia about his own freedom and what
it can truly mean, the individual opts for a place in the collective
gloom.
He may grumble and
complain, but he fits in.
He can't remember another possibility.
Every enterprise in which he finds himself turns out to be a
pale copy of the real thing.
The deep energies and power and desire for freedom remain
untapped.
Yet a struggle continues
to live.
It lives in the hidden
places of every individual who wants out, who wants to come back to
himself, who wants to stride out on a stage.
Freedom and power again. The shattering of amnesia.
In this stolen nation...
...And so the extinct
individual returns...
Petty little hungers and
obsessions become great hungers.
Dominoes of the collective begin to fall. The whole rotting
structure collapses, a wing here and a wing there, and the robots
open their eyes and turn off their cameras.
The vast sticky web called "the people" begins to disintegrate in
roaring cities and in the mind.
A new instructive message appears:
"Normal is gone. The
unique individual returns"...
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