by Jon Rappoport
June 1, 2013
Television news is already a form of
The hypnotic flow of stories, the elite
anchors with their easy air of knowing and authority, the absence of
context, the bald lies, the false sense of unity/community between
viewer and broadcaster.
But it barely scratches the surface of the potential of the
The addiction of the viewer is a mere shadow of what it will be when
he can live, for an hour a day, inside the news, selectively inhabit
the environments, and experience what a non-human simulated anchor
That will no longer be television. It will be a full-on tactile ride
in the river.
The pixels of the virtual anchor will be built from the ground up,
imbued with an “inner sense” of utter conviction, just as the
perfect android is programmed to believe in the psyop called
Viewers will feel all the artificial emotions of this anchor, as
they experience what he synthetically “experiences.”
What about rebellion against the Virtual?
Let’s start here. The lid on rebellion is sealed through the
distribution of pleasure. Force works, but in the long run pleasure
is the greater method of control.
Science fiction novels describe futures in which citizens access
virtual experience to an extraordinary degree. The video games and
holograms of today are stone wheels bumping along a dirt road by
In the years ahead, people will plug in and see, know, explore, and
most importantly, feel synthetic worlds.
You want to be a star among star athletes? You can inhabit the mind
and body of one. You can play the game as he does. You can live
inside his body. You can feel what he feels, move as he moves, catch
the overdrive of his extra reserve of adrenaline.
You want to struggle to the top of Mt. Everest? You’re plugged in.
You’re there in the cutting wind and snow, you feel the oxygen
running out, hear the ice cracking, strain to peer through the fog,
inch your way forward with every quantum of effort a human can
muster… and finally… you arrive in triumph.
You’re there, at the roof of the world.
While you’re in your crackerbox apartment.
You want to sit in a richly embroidered carriage, as slaves carry
you through the cacophonic sights, sounds, and smells of a crowded
marketplace in Bombay, all the way to an emerald palace, where you
suddenly find yourself in the dim high-ceilinged bedroom of the most
famous and beautiful creature on Earth…
You live it. Pleasure. A million different ways...
Today’s technocrats strive and search to build the ultimate
Living in a time when this is possible, the overwhelming number of
people will opt for pleasure, regardless of what happening in the
outside world, regardless of who is running the world or how.
Because they believe they are on this earth to choose pleasure over
pain. That’s the pragmatic goal. Everything else is secondary.
They’ll no longer need to imagine the life they want. They can
choose from a full deck of virtual threads and live this one or that
one in the blink of a connection.
The actual planet and what it offers will become merely the default
interlude between expertly simulated excursions.
Eventually, some people will be able to enter these holo-experiences
in a boiled down fashion. They’ll bathe in a ten-second “trailer”
and absorb all the sensation and feeling in a flash. When they come
back, they may not remember what took place, but they’ll still bask
in the afterglow.
No thought required. Pleasure wins over pain.
That’s how the formula will be presented to the mind. Choose one or
the other. Nothing else exists. No principles, no basic freedoms...
The familiar scene in a thousand TV shows and movies, where the
suspect is arrested, and then the cops offer him an immunity deal to
roll over on his bosses? On the level of the nervous system, this is
the deal that is struck:
Gain immunity from pain and confusion by the simple act of rolling
over on yourself and choosing pleasure as your single ambition.
This is what Pavlov was after in his experiments. The
conditioned-reflex human. The missing piece he needed was the
human’s assent to “a meal of pleasure” as his sole and overwhelming
choice. After that, everything follows.
In his masterful 1986 novel, Count Zero, William Gibson
describes an immersion in virtual life:
“The JAL steward offered her a
choice of simstim cassettes… She put the plastic trode set on,
jacked it into the seat arm, sighed, and slotted the cassette in
the opening beside the jack.
The interior of the JAL shuttle
vanished in a burst of Aegean blue, and she watched the words
TALLY ISHAM’S TOP PEOPLE expand across the cloudless sky in
elegant sans-serif capitals.
“…Now Marly found herself locked
into Tally’s tanned, lithe, tremendously comfortable sensorium.
Tally Isham glowed, breathed deeply and easily, her elegant
bones riding in the embrace of a musculature that seemed never
to have known tension…
[It] was like falling into a bath of
perfect health, feeling the spring in the star’s high arches and
the jut of her breasts against the silky white Egyptian cotton
of her simple blouse.
She was leaning against a pocked
white balustrade above the tiny harbor of a Greek island town, a
cascade of flowering trees falling away below her down a
hillside built from whitewashed stone and narrow, twisting
stairs. A boat sounded in the harbor.
“‘The tourists are hurrying back to their cruise ships now,’
Tally said, and smiled; when she smiled, Marly could feel the
smoothness of the star’s white teeth, taste the freshness of her
mouth, and the stone of the balustrade was pleasantly rough
against her bare forearms…”
And here is a brief exchange from
Aldous Huxley’s 1932 novel,
Brave New World:
“Don’t you wish you were free,
“I don’t know what you mean. I am free. Free to have the most
wonderful time. Everybody’s happy nowadays.”
The joys of endless shopping, buying,
and consuming are merely an introduction to a far more extensive
pleasure dome of the future, in which the notion that there is
anything else becomes absurd.
From an unfinished novel of mine, The Magician Awakes, here
is a State medical doctor instructing his patient:
“It’s like a drug, Carl, but we
don’t need chemicals. This is electromagnetic adjustment.
You want well-being, so you’re going
to feel it at the cellular level. Synapse, neuron, transformed.
Just relax. No need to do anything. You’ll perceive you’re
smaller for a few minutes. It may be unpleasant, but you’ll get
used to it. A certain amount of shrinkage is necessary. We’re
smoothing away the rough edges.
You’ll come back in a marvelous
cocoon. You’ll feel supported. Your present sense of isolation
will disappear. We can delete that.
You’ll see Wisdom all around you.
Things as they are will make more sense to you than they ever
have. You see, in World One, the world you’re in right now,
desire always leads to suffering, as the Buddha taught.
In World Two, where you’re going in
a few seconds, there is no desire. You’re liberated.”
The dynamics of mind control in a
pleasure-oriented society are built on channeling pleasure and
making it more absorbing.
The “shrinkage,” as mentioned above,
doesn’t have to be radical because people have already brought it on
themselves. They’ve glued themselves solidly to the five senses.
Past and present US military experiments, using electromagnetic
stimulation, to create soldiers who can function at high levels over
an extended period on very little sleep, are just the rough
beginnings of a technology that will be applied to civilian life.
What is the best antidote to the addiction to virtual experience?
The designers of the dystopian future are enlisting a small fragment
of a human being’s imagination to put him in an externally fashioned
“Give us just a bit of your
imagination, and we’ll do the rest for you.”
What’s called the suspension of
disbelief in the theater is an imaginative act on the part of the
“Yes, what’s on the stage is real.
Yes, I’m here and I’m involved.”
This is a clue to the titanic force that
inherently exists in every human.
Already, in 2013, we see it massively
sacrificed on the altar of entertainment. They give us drama and we
buy it. As opposed to inventing realities ourselves, full-bore.
Imagination creates reality.
The only question is: whose?
Reality in modern civilization is a straight psyop. It surrounds us,
even though the technology, by future standards, is primitive.
The hook has been sunk; it needs to be removed.
The psyop says:
“Experience THIS; feel it; then ask
yourself whether you have the power to invent a more convincing
world; the answer is no, isn’t it; so just sit back, relax, and
take it all in; you can’t approach what we can do for you.”
The stakes are high.
If you believe you can’t exceed the
power of the Reality Manufacturing Company, if you keep
postponing the day when you become the artist beyond and against the
System, then you’re already prepped for the simulacra of the virtual
The world is largely populated by the “IS” PEOPLE.
These are the humans who accept and
surrender, on many levels, to what already exists, without realizing
that it comes to them as a package.
Here is the conclusion to the above section of The Magician
“At his post-treatment checkup, the
doctor asked Carl,
“How are you adapting to the
changes? Any problems?”
“Everything’s good, Doc,” Carl said. “I had headaches, but
they went away after a week or so. I can look at things
longer now. Do you know what I mean? I can sit and watch a
flower for an hour and it doesn’t make me jittery. I could
never do that before. The only thing I notice is that the
birds don’t sing.”
“Yes,” the doctor said, “we’re working on that. It’s
apparently a cross-canceling sequence in the software.”
“As I told you, you’re in World Two now. It’s a different
landscape. It looks exactly like World One, but your
responses are linked to it.”
“You mean it’s a single loop?”
“I wouldn’t put it exactly that way, Carl, but yes. The
world comes to you in a way you’re prepared for. We’ve
achieved an integration, an overall connection.”
“What was happening in World One then?”
“Well, in that situation, there was disharmony. It was
basically caused by what you wanted. What you wanted and
what the world was were out of sync. We’re teachers of
acceptance. But we can back it up with science. We can give
acceptance to you.”
“So I’m good?”
“Yes, you’re good. You’re in a state of equilibrium now. For
the first time in your life. This is what seekers have been
after, for thousands of years. This is what the sages spoke
“When will the birds sing?” Carl asked.
“A few months. That’s what we’re hoping. We’re working on
“I especially like the mockingbirds.”
“Don’t worry. They’ll sing.”
For a moment, Carl thought he should
feel sad about the mockingbirds, but he didn’t. Sadness wasn’t
He went to the old place to find it,
but it was gone.
“As you know, Doc,” Carl said,
“I was a sculptor.”
“Yes, Carl, we know. We’ve seen your studio. People have
been there. They cleared the place out.”
Carl thought this might be shocking,
but he didn’t feel shocked.
“You don’t need to worry,” the
doctor said. “You would have gotten rid of all that work
yourself. It was a reflection of your dissatisfaction. All
that’s gone now.”
“Yes,” Carl said. “It is gone.”
He felt a wave of relief. A burden
had flown away...