Reality is a psyop

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Jack True was one of the most innovative hypnotherapists of our time. Largely unknown in academic circles, uninterested in publishing his work, Jack focused on his patients.

We met in 1987. We became friends and colleagues. Over the course of several years, I interviewed him many times.

Jack eventually gave up on straight hypnosis-and-suggestion as a way to do therapy. He said, “I’m finding that people who come to my office are already in a hypnotic state, so my job is to wake them up.”

Here is an excerpt from one of our interviews:

Q: What does “mind control” mean to you?

A: The total sum of all influences that put people in a reality trance.

Q: And what’s that?

A: A state in which people consider this the only space and the only possible time.

Q: And it isn’t?

A: Reality is a psychological operation. “Here we are, this is the only space and time, and we’re inside it.” Whereas, music, for example, invents its own time and even space, and you can see, from people’s reaction to it, how profound other deeper realities can be.

If we define ourselves as creatures only capable of living inside one space and time, then we adjust our behavior, our prospects, and we adjust the scope of our desires.

The space-time continuum is one reality. And at some level, a human being knows this. That’s the point. He knows this. And he doesn’t want to stay glued to one reality.

So if a person becomes all wound up in this continuum—which of course he does—then he loses sight of what? Desire. Because it seems then that reality defines what can be legitimately desired. Everything is backwards. Desire becomes diluted and blunted. And power drains away.

Imagine it this way. There’s a machine that keeps manufacturing reality. Space, time, reality. And people, however it happens, hook themselves up to it. They’re addicts.

Q: So who is really carrying out this psychological operation, as you call it?

A: The people who run the machine, and the people who, whether they realize it or not, choose to stay attached to what the machine produces. It’s a two-way street. But the trump cards are played by the addict. He can either cure himself or remain a slave.

Q: When you say there is more than one space and time, do you just mean there are alternative realities or possibilities?

A: I mean that, yes, but also more. Space and time are constructs. They can be manipulated. They can be invented by artists. They can be imposed. They can be, at a deep psychological or spiritual level, perceived for what they are: elements that spring out of our state of mind. In one state of mind, you’ll perceive one corresponding space-time. In another state mind that is quite different, you’ll perceive another space-time.

Q: And knowing that, what can be done?

A: Well, with patients, I have them invent different spaces and times.

Q: How?

A: Several ways. One way is by inventing dreams.

Q: What’s the effect of that?

A: They begin to receive new feedback.

Q: What kind of feedback?

A: Every space and every time has different emotions and feelings attached to it. These become chronically experienced feelings. By getting out of a central space and time, the patient feels new things. He is freer.

End of interview excerpt

Of course, for most people, the idea that we “are living in one space and time”, or that there is some way to escape it, is preposterous. It doesn’t register or make sense.

Which is precisely why, to take this discussion down to ground level, the FBI and the media can drive the whole Boston Marathon story like a Cadillac in a parade.

They make reality. They are trained to present one version to the public and sell it.

Consider a far more mundane example. People walk down the street and look at a large building, and it never occurs to them it was put there. It was conceived, designed, and built. To passersby, it’s just there. It’s a “there” object in their field of perception. Nothing to think about. Nothing to reflect on. It’s a piece of the one and only reality.

But a painter, if he’s being honest, will tell you that every time he steps up to a blank canvas, he’s inventing space and time.

Socio-political reality basically means some group has guns and access to fawning media. They can define what exists. They can say, “We know exactly what happened in Boston, and here it is.”

If, magically, overnight, you found yourself in possession of overwhelming force and a direct pipeline to elite media anchors, you could tell your story about what happened in Boston, and you would find millions of people believing you.

Your story, presumably, wouldn’t mirror what CBS, NBC, and ABC are reporting. But your reality, your space and time, would replace theirs.

There is more than one space and time.

What would happen if the three major networks, each with considerable power, had come up with three vastly different versions of the Boston massacre?

You would see a serious conflict of “spaces and times.” It would happen before your eyes.

It would put people into an existential warp. They wouldn’t know what to do. They’d feel as if their innards were separating, as if they were being drawn and quartered.

Consensus reality would begin to disintegrate.

A psyop depends on being able to engineer one story line.

Take five of the most prestigious medical-research centers in America. Imagine each one came up with, and stuck by, a different explanation for cancer. Genes; environment; mineral deficiency; fungus; oxygen deficit.

Imagine that these cancer centers wouldn’t budge, no matter what. You’d have five different realities, five different pictures, five different “space-times.” You’d have decentralization of power at a level no one had ever experienced.

A psyop depends on selling one centralized story.

Obviously, a very significant proportion of the public wants the centralized story; otherwise, we wouldn’t have it.

This fact is often covered over by the pretense that we’re talking about science. For example, the government’s version of what happened in New York on 9/11 operates on the basis that the towers fell because two planes crashed into them. And that’s “science.”

“See, we aren’t selling anything. We’re just reporting how physics worked in the towers. We have no vested interest.”

Nonsense.

Centralized story (psyop) explains how long-standing institutions can continue to thrive. Suppose, for instance, this item hit the network evening news:

“Today, investigators from a Congressional task force unveiled documents going back more than thirty years in the history of cancer research at the National Cancer Institute [NCI]. These documents reveal widespread collusion, involving more than 400 scientists and bureaucrats, to manufacture a false conclusion about the cause of cancer…”

In any sane society, that would be the end of NCI. But firing 16 scientists, sending one researcher to jail, and sacking the current director would sufficiently placate the public to make them forget the whole thing—because NCI is centralized reality. To destroy it would be perceived as leaving “a hole in space and time.”

Returning to the Boston massacre, imagine these firmly entrenched conclusions from the three major networks:

CBS: “FBI and local police killed one terrorist and captured the other in what observers are calling one of the bravest days in the history of law enforcement in America. The victims of the Marathon bombing remain indelibly etched in our hearts and minds as we move forward…”

NBC: “After a violent gun battle on the streets of a great American city, during which a suspect in the Boston massacre was killed, an FBI source stunningly revealed they had ended the life of a cooperating informant. He put it this way: ‘The Tsarnaev brothers were recruited by a secret Bureau unit to plant the bombs. The plan was to blame the bombing on so-called patriots, but that fell through, so the Bureau exercised their only option. They put their informants front and center and blamed the whole thing on them…”

ABC: “Today, the tragic loss of life and wounding of more than 180 persons at the Boston Marathon were partially redeemed, when Boston police traced three pipe bombs, found at the apartment of one of the Tsarnaev brothers, to a CIA storage locker in Maryland…”

In the midst of an uproar heard and echoed around the world, the networks stand by their contradictory versions of events. No one blinks. No one backs down.

A massive blow hits psyop-land. Centralized story? Poleaxed.

People don’t know what to do. They expect one story line and they get three, from the highest hypnotic and influential media giants.

In a literal, though unconscious, sense, familiar time and space begin to fall apart.

But actually, its far more surreal for the three major television networks to agree on the substance of every significant event than to come to radically different conclusions.

Unfortunately, people don’t see it that way. They don’t see that three behemoths dispensing the same information are key elements in thought-police fascism. They don’t see that the consensus is arranged.

They don’t see they are being subjected to one space and time.

In another interview, Jack True proposed the following:

“Here is a loopy scenario. A wild one. We have a young boy living in a tiny cottage with his parents at the southern tip of South America. One day, he writes, in perfect English, the precise words of a secret CIA memo stashed in a vault in Langley, Virginia. This becomes known and it’s acknowledged.

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“Now we have a problem that goes a great deal farther than national security. This boy’s violating the rules of space and time. He’s operating in ‘some other dimension’ of experience.

“Two days later, the same thing happens in Mongolia. Another boy, another CIA memo. Then it happens in New Zealand. And Detroit. And Northern Alaska.

“These boys are penetrating or living in another space-time continuum. They’re reaching in and pulling out knowledge.

“It keeps happening. Every week, it’s a new child. And nobody knows what to do about it.”

I said, “So what’s more troubling to the authorities? The exposure of these memos or the fact that the kids can read them from great distances?”

“Obviously, the latter,” Jack said. “Because if reality is turned on its head, you get tremors. The system is shaken. The powers that be can handle almost any amount of exposure, as long as the system itself stays in place. But when that goes…”

The system IS: one reality, one space and time, one centralized story.

I would add to that: one centralized story told by an organization or organizations that are accepted as authoritative. It doesn’t matter if CBS tells its story and then a “lesser source” contradicts it. CBS is sitting in the catbird’s seat.

You could have a nation, a small nation of 10 million people—and a few individuals do a fantastic job of exposing the government and a few major corporations, revealing all their crimes, but then what happens? You could get wholesale prosecutions and prison sentences for the criminals who were exposed, but if most of those 10 million people are now looking for a different and better centralized story, it will all go for naught.

The basic problem is the addiction to one centralized story, which is always going to be a psyop.

To convey the wild and wooly aspect of one space-time versus multiple space-times, fiction is probably a better vehicle. Here are two fragments from a piece I wrote several years ago:

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Know what I mean?

On a scale from 1 to 10, your creative impulse will be coming in at about a 2. That’ll cement you right into the limited spectrum, where all the action is.

Now I know you’ve tried other universes, but this one has unique advantages. First of all, you’re a shareholder! That’s right! You’ll own .00000000000000000000009 of a point in the whole set up.

So you’ll feel the satisfaction of a genuine commitment.

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Jack Boardhead of Alpha Centuri writes in and says: “I never knew how great being a complete schmuck could feel. It’s a jolt unlike any other I’ve ever experienced.”

Thanks, Jack. My regards to the wife and kids. I understand Cindi starts college in the fall. Kudos!

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Here is fragment 2 from the same piece:

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