by Jon Rappoport

It’s hard to know what a lock is unless you know what a key is, and how they fit together.

In this case, we can pile up many words to describe the lock: the mass of unceasing propaganda that bombards the population; global elites who fully intend to manage the planet as one integrated entity; the assault of toxic medical drugs and environmental chemicals on the human neurological system; the intentionally vapid and indoctrinating educational apparatus; the money-invention structure of banks; the hidden rules governing who, now and in the future, will eat and who will starve, who will have water and who will go without, who will have money who will not.

And this is just the beginning of the list.

But the key that fits into the lock and brings about a deep acceptance of things as they are…what is that?

It is the human mind. A mind not only conditioned by external factors but programmed by the person himself. A mind that provokes an onrush of emotions that hold a person in place, unable to break out. A mind that fosters false but convincing beliefs about what exists and what doesn’t exist. A mind unprepared to view potential and dormant human capabilities that exceed the physical laws of space and time.

A mind that wants to insert itself into the lock and form a durable partnership with what everyone else assumes reality is.

A mind that wants to function within certain boundaries. A mind that embraces limiting illusions about the so-called human condition.

A mind that, in a significant sense, obsessively copies reality, mirrors reality, becomes “a twin of the physical world.”

The mind seeks The Other, and believes The Other is the “world as it is.”

In order for this strange dynamic to operate, the mind has to believe it is lost and needs to find itself.

The key that fits into the lock is a mind that is waiting at a cosmic train station for the express to arrive. And when it does, the mind climbs on board, as if it has done the deed so many times before. And it has.

This is an old pattern. This is the mind mistaking a labyrinth for the familiar physical world. So the mind enters a maze and becomes wrapped up in a mystery that never ends, while thinking it is home.

This is a form of hypnosis that introduces the mind to increasing levels of complexity, until, exhausted, it gives up the ghost—and wonders why the world, which was so full of hope and warmth and comfort, turned into something else.

So a life is lived. And then another life. And another.

And the mind becomes unable to understand, as the old Tibetans did, that, in a very significant sense, the universe is a product of mind.

The mind becomes unable to understand that actions of both creation and destruction are more than myths depicting ancient gods. These stories are metaphors for how the mind can become brilliantly aware of the alive space(s) beyond mere acceptance and submission and surrender.

At the center of all this stands the archetype of The Artist. I mean that in the broadest sense. The Artist brings new realities into being and casts others away. He builds and he tears down. He, like the ancient figure of Hermes, can view the utterly insane joke of erecting and embroidering billions of trappings that define the one space of “things as they are (and must be).”

The overwhelming majority of human beings believe they want that space above all others. They believe that largeness represents a personal danger and smallness confers security.

They believe in the lock, and they struggle to discover a way to insert themselves into it. Permanently. Forever.

And in order to believe this, they exercise the majestic ability to put themselves into a trance state.

Below these issues I am discussing here, far below, is society/civilization and its attendant conflicts and madness. Civilizations come and go, come and go. They purport to be the only show on Earth. But they are just window dressing on Matrix.

Artists create worlds and universes. Therefore, the idea that “The Universe” is somehow our greatest guide and mentor and gift-giver is a joke of the highest magnitude.

Most people are not up to contemplating the idea of consciously creating, much less spontaneously improvising, which involves a kind of merging with what they would create.

But for those who can grasp such an idea, the world and the universe aren’t any longer arbiters and rule makers and guides. They are inventions that are already here.

Ensuing years of research resulted in my three recent Matrix collections, of which Exit From The Matrix is most focused on practical techniques of imagination — to make your deepest desires fact in the world.

Then needed them back in WWII

by KJ MCelrath
The Ring of Fire Network
2015

Donald Trump seems to be enjoying some success at the moment by pandering to America’s lower-order primates with all his “tough talk” about deporting residents of Latino ancestry, regardless of citizenship or residency status. Well – news flash, Donny boy…America tried that once. It didn’t work out so well back then, either – and about ten years later, the US federal government was begging them to come back.

Like Donald Trump, President Herbert Hoover was a right-wing, corporatist, Republican hack. Most infamous for turning the US Army on the country’s own citizens during the “Bonus Army” incident in 1932, Hoover was clueless on how to handle the economic catastrophe that came in the wake of the Stock Market Crash of 1929. The Great Depression was a direct result of nearly a decade of Republican control and corporatist policies. However, instead of trying to address the underlying rot, Hoover’s Administration focused on treating the symptoms of the disease. The GOP didn’t hesitate to find scapegoats. Case in point: Americans of Mexican descent. Many of these families had been in this country since before the signing of the Treaty of Guadelupe-Hildago in 1848, when much of the western US was part of Mexico. Most were legal United States citizens, and many had property (the treaty allowed Mexican families to keep their lands after the US takeover).

None of this mattered in 1930. Wall Street and the banksters had put the world economy into the toilet. Unemployment was well on its way to double-digits (it would peak at nearly 24 percent by 1932). Most ordinary citizens didn’t understand why it had happened – they only knew that their incomes were shrinking and jobs were getting harder to find. It had to be somebody’s fault. At the same time, Hoover needed an issue to use in order to divert criticism of his Administration. Mexican-Americans were the perfect target.
Between 1930 and 1932, as many as 2 million people of Mexican ancestry – 60 percent of whom were citizens or legal residents – were summarily rounded up and “repatriated” to Mexico. Often, there was no hearing or due process. Many left the country under threats of violence. The “official” justifications for such action included reducing the number of people living on assistance (the figure was less than 10 percent) and “freeing up jobs” for “real Americans.” And what of children of immigrants who were born on American soil, and therefore entitled to citizenship under the 14th Amendment? According to California State University professor and author Francisco Balderrama, immigration officials claimed they didn’t want to “break up families.” Unfortunately, this is exactly what happened in too many cases.

It’s a dirty little secret of American history that Anglos have conveniently forgotten. However, the Mexican-American community continues to remember it in stories and songs.

The history of the Mexican Repatriation of the 1930s has an interesting epilogue. By 1942, the United States found itself fighting for its life on two fronts. For months after the attack on Pearl Harbor, the US suffered one defeat after another, and victory was far from being a foregone conclusion. As almost every able-bodied man between the ages of 18 and 35 was either drafted, enlisted in the Armed Services or went to work in war-related industries, the number of agricultural workers dwindled. The situation led to food shortages, threatening to bring chaos. With hat in hand, President Franklin Roosevelt went to his counterpart in Mexico, President Manuel Camacho, in order to discuss Mexico’s part in the war effort (Mexico had joined the conflict on the side of the Allies in May of 1942). In short, the US asked the Mexican laborers to return under the auspices of the “Bracero Program.”

Recently, Alabama tried its own version of the 1930s “Mexican Repatriation.” The results were similar: agricultural jobs went unfilled, and businesses that depended on their Mexican customers’ dollars began to suffer. Donald Trump, who continues to shoot off his mouth without any real facts to document his views, now has not one, but two examples from history, illustrating the abject failure of the policies he’s calling for.

But then, like most GOP politicians, Trump has never let petty details like “facts” stand in the way of his agenda.