When a human being is asleep, which is to say, in a trance, he continues to create subconsciously, because creation doesn’t stop.
The question is: what is the purpose of the trance?
It’s a state of mind aimed at excluding alternative realities. So a person can be walking around and carrying on with his life, and yet he is in that trance.
Nor does he imagine that, if he expressed, in some way, what he really thinks, he would then be inventing another reality, which is, in fact, powerful.
Nor does it occur to him that what he could invent has no boundaries.
So I’m talking about a “reality trance.” It is ruled by What Is. It seeks to see and imitate What Already Is.
In this trance, a person has absolutely no idea about the difference between what he thinks and what he REALLY thinks. He would only find out the difference by starting to express what he thinks — that process would lead him out, eventually, into new territory.
If he stayed with it long enough, if he played out the string on his conventional thoughts, he would find himself in a new land.
It’s all there, waiting. The thoughts, the unknown thoughts that would make a person’s existence transform into something far more powerful.
Which is exactly why this society places such a premium on NOT expressing what you really think. Society is a structure that wants to keep the lid on.
People are mainly children, in the sense that they believe they know everything worth knowing. They believe the book is closed. They believe they’ve got it all wrapped up.
They may be interested in discovering what lies behind propaganda fairy tales, but they don’t want to believe they’re working propaganda operations on themselves.
But they are. And these internal operations are all about NOT giving voice and word to new thoughts. And when I say “new,” I mean new to them.
They opt for what they already know, whether it is conventional or strange or pedestrian or brilliant. They want to make their final stand on what they already know. So they cut themselves off at the knees.
And they fall into a reality trance.
Art, which is expression taken to the fullest, breaks the reality trance. A person is no longer hateful about waking up to something he doesn’t already know.
Venal little minds scream: I ALREADY KNOW EVERYTHING THERE IS TO KNOW.
And then they continue to drown in their own bile. Years later, they discover, much to their chagrin, that no one is stopping them from “knowing everything.” No one cares. And they just keep drowning.
In this life, we have two choices. We can create what already is, or we can create what isn’t and never was.
The second choice is the vast adventure, which, when embarked upon, lets a person know why he’s alive.
What is called mind control is everything a person does to himself to curtail and develop amnesia about the vast adventure.
But there are people out there who were looking for something else, something beyond group concerns that could trap them forever — concerns that build a wall between them and their own creative power.
Creative power — this “little selfish preoccupation,” as it’s been called—is the difference between night and day, civilization and chaos, desire fulfilled and victimhood, life-force and walking death, deception and insight, fierce joy and a sinkhole in which the same emotions go around and around and around.
The reason behind the reason I write about fraud and crime and conspiracy in public life is: I want to expose how reality is being built for us. How perverse designers are constructing a collective mural of existence.
Understanding that, one can begin to see how he can create other realities — without end.
It’s as if we’re living in a huge room with no ceiling and yet we’re behaving as if there is a ceiling 10-feet high. The “10-feet high” is the result of amnesia about our own imaginations.
The purpose of the collective is destruction of imagination.
But imagination can never be destroyed. All individuals can do is force themselves to stay asleep about it. Or decide to wake up.
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