I have six hundred people in my living room
... and the galactic patrol is knocking on the door
by Jon Rappoport
May 19, 2022
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I had a dream.
We’re all sitting at one table. Pretty heavy poker game going on. I have a straight, jack high. The pot’s $460,000. If the patrol comes in, it’s a 100K fine for “mass gathering above the limit.” I might be able to open the door a crack and slip out and calm down the patrol. If I do, Crazy Charlie might pick up my hole cards and change them. I have a hundred rolls of extra soft toilet paper in my garage. Maybe I can piece off the patrol with 20 rolls and they’ll go away. Some guy at the end of my driveway is installing a 5G cell on a pole. I could tell the patrol he’s a phony and he’s casing the house next door. Why not. My neighbor’s putting in a moat with alligators. That’s overdoing it. He’s hoarding paper towels and cat food and selling them online for outrageous prices. I don’t sell my toilet paper. I have the moral high ground. A bird lands on my shoulder. Big black bird with big wings. He says, “You’re out in the yard now, so don’t go back in the house. Your hand’s dead. It’s a loser. Don’t look back or you’ll turn into a pillar of salt. The patrol’s busting everybody in the house. Nothing you can do here. You need to take this to the senate.” Suddenly, I’m in a chamber. I’m testifying before a committee, telling them about the virus scam and the economic war on the country, and these men are listening. They’re interested. I get the feeling they’re not from around here. They’re visitors. They’re gathering information, adding up the con. They realize what’s going on. It’s a relief to find intelligent men in power. They don’t ask stupid questions. They don’t talk in soapy generalities. They’re alert. I look closer at one guy. He must be…he’s enjoying himself. He’s smiling a little. He’s thinking about what he and his people are going to do. How they’re going to round up the arch criminals and ship them off to a distant location. Something like that. I like his confidence very much. He has justice in his hands and he knows how to deliver it. There isn’t any hesitation. He’s a leader, in the mold, I used to assume, as a kid, leaders occupied. Strong, easy, smart, without any devious agendas or avoidances. Quick to recognize the facts, understand the implications, and act. As if—what else would he do? He’s a natural. This is all so simple. Finally. The princes are doing wrong? Remove the princes. I see a few other people in the room. They’ve already testified. They have their own versions of the con, how it’s being run. We’re all basically on the same page. They’re part of the PUSHBACK. That’s what it is. People are speaking up. They’re not holding back. The tide is moving. People are telling each other the whole thing is an operation designed to wreck society. That’s the game, the war. The truth is somehow suddenly a shareable thing. The lock is off the gate. There was a membrane between IQ and empathy. Now the two are pouring into each other, magnifying each other. The shelves and shelves of bureaucracies are made out of ice and they’re melting down. Who needs them? The employees, documents in their hands, are swimming for the shore, fleeing the scene. To start their lives over again. Now I’m standing on a beach. It’s a sunny afternoon. A limo pulls up on the sand and President gets out. He’s a man I’ve never seen before. All I know is, he’s 20 years younger than he was a few minutes ago. He looks refreshed, ready for action. He’s finally got his facts straight, and the whole stupid vicious business is coming to an end. He says only one thing. “Don’t stop the pushback.” The limo disappears and the bird is here again. He’s standing on the sand. Now he’s a bright blinding blue. He says, “A million voices, two million, ten million, pushing back, and you have something. Get it? They’re trying to take a wrecking ball to your world. Don’t shut up. Crank up the volume. Be fruitful and multiply. Does a person good.”
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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.