Suppose you’re an errant knight on your mission

Suppose you’re an errant knight on your mission

By Jon Rappoport

“The cosmos is a forgery of the individual.” (Visions of the Empire, Jon Rappoport)

If, late at night, or upon rising in the morning, a person can think of nothing that differentiates him from “the way the world thinks,” if he can imagine nothing that distinguishes him from “the culture,” then what does he have?

Well, he has passivity. He can be a spectator. He can be audience.

Or suppose he has a “vision” for his future that comes from somewhere else? It isn’t his. He imported it like a rug or a car or a block of cheese.

A personal vision implies action.

It doesn’t depend on a group.

A personal vision isn’t disconnected from self. It comes from self. It’s dreaming inside deep desire.

A personal vision is a person’s conscious entrance point into the world. It spells out a person’s difference from what “the world is proposing.”

Or…coming at this from a somewhat different angle:

“There are some people who hear the word CREATE and wake up, as if a new flashing music has begun. This lone word makes them see something majestic and untamed and astonishing. They feel the sound of a Niagara approaching. CREATE is a word that should be oceanic. It should shake and blow apart the pillars of the smug boredom of the soul. CREATE is about what the individual does when he is on fire and doesn’t care about concealing it. It’s about what the individual invents when he has thrown off the false front that is slowly strangling him. CREATE is about the end of mindless postponement. It’s about what happens when you burn up the pretty and petty little obsessions. It’s about emerging from the empty suit and empty machine of society that goes around and around and sucks away the vital bloodstream.”

Yes, that’s a little better.

Could you handle living as Gulliver in a land of Lilliputians?

Suppose you already are?

Suppose the Lilliputians are Gullivers who have misplaced that core fact?

Suppose the world is a giant repetitive game of tic-tac-toe, and you find yourself looking in from the outside, and you perceive your job is alerting the hypnotized players?

Suppose in the fog of your subconscious, there is a vision and a dream moving toward the surface, at which point, if you choose to pay attention, nothing will ever be the same?

Suppose you’re an errant knight on his mission, and you’re approaching, in a forest, a secret threshold, beyond which you’ll immediately apply all your years of training and discipline, to a series of mysteries also requiring you to respond with an undetermined number of absolutely spontaneous inventions, the potential for which has been waiting in silence inside you for centuries?

Suppose what has been commonly been called reality has been waiting for you to revolutionize it down to its core?

Suppose THESE questions are the actual substance of an education which is about to begin, and is solely in your hands?

Might that exceed a wide-screen movie at the multiplex and a slice of pizza?

Filed under: Uncategorized Jon Rappoport has worked as a free-lance investigative reporter for over 30 years. http://nomorefakenews.com/