Hi, Folks -
Once when we were free
by Jon Rappoport
July 5, 2016
(To read about Jonís mega-collection, Exit From The Matrix, click here.)
Weíre more sensible now. We donít live our lives as much as we arrange them and organize them. B follows A. D follows C. We take our medicine and our shots because the doctor says so.
Weíre careful, because accidents happen.
We donít say whatís on our minds a lot of the time, because other people might pass that on, and who knows? We might get into trouble.
But once upon a time, when we were young, we were free. We didnít take any shots, and when we got sick we recovered. We were stronger than kids are now. We didnít ask for much protection and we werenít given much, and we survived.
There was no talk about the needs of the group. When we went to school, we werenít told about ways we could help others. That was something we learned at home. We werenít taught about The Planet. Instead, we learned to mind our own business, and it wasnít considered a crime.
When we played games, adults werenít hovering or coaching every move we made. We found places to play on our own, and we figured it all out. There were winners and losers. There were no plastic trophies. We played one game, then another. We lost, we won. We competed. Losing wasnít a tragedy.
There were no childhood ďconditionsĒ like ADHD or Bipolar, and we certainly didnít take any brain drugs. The idea of a kid going to a psychiatrist would have been absurd.
People were who they were. They had lives. They had personalities. They had eccentricities, and we lived with that.
There was far less whispering and gossip. There were fewer cliques. Kids didnít display their possessions like signs of their identity. A kid who did was ignored, even shunned.
Kids never acted like little adults. They didnít dress like adults. They didnít want to be fake adults.
Our parents didnít coddle us. We werenít bribed so we would act decently.
We werenít ďextra-special.Ē We werenít delicate.
No one kept asking us about our feelings. If they had, we would have been confused. Feelings? Whatís that? We were alive. We knew it. We didnít need anything else.
We could spot liars a mile away. We could spot phonies from across town. We knew who the really crazy adults were, and we stayed away from them.
We didnít need gadgets and machines to be happy. We only needed a place to play. And if you wanted a spot to be alone, you found one, and you read a book.
There was no compulsion to ďshare.Ē
School wasnít some kind of social laboratory or baby-sitting service. We were there to learn, and if we worked hard, we did. Teachers knew how to teach. The textbooks were adequate. Whether the books were new or old didnít matter.
Kids werenít taught how to be little victims.
Sex was a private issue. You were taught about that at home or not at all. You certainly didnít learn about it in school. That would have been ridiculous.
Some of us remember being young, and now, we still have that North Star. We still donít take our shots and medicines. We still donít take every word a doctor says as coming from God. We still know losing isnít a crime or an occasion for tragic theater.
We still know how to be alone. We still think gossip and cliques are for morons. We still feel free. We still want to live, and we do.
We still resent intrusion on our freedom, and we speak up and draw the line. We still like winning and competing. We still like achieving on our own.
We can spot self-styled messiahs at a hundred yards.
As kids, we lived in our imaginations, and we havenít forgotten how. Itís part of who and what we are.
We arenít bored every twelve seconds. We can find things to do.
We donít need reassurances every day. We donít need people hovering over us. We donít need to whine and complain to get attention. We donít need endless amounts of ďsupport.Ē
We donít need politicians who lie to us constantly, who pretend weíre stupid. We donít need ideology shoved down our throats. Our ideology is freedom. We know what it is and what it feels like, and we know no one gives it to us. Itís ours to begin with. We can throw it away, but then thatís on us.
If two candidates are running for office, and we donít like either one, we donít vote. We donít need to think about that very hard. Itís obvious. Two idiots, two criminals? Forget it. Walk away.
We donít fawn, we donít get in other peopleís way. We donít think ďchildren are the future.Ē Every generation is a new generation. It always has been. We donít need to inject some special doctrine to pump up children. We remember what being a child is. Thatís enough.
When we were kids, there was no exaggerated sense of loyalty. We were independent. Now, we see what can be accomplished in the name of obligation, group-cohesion, and loyalty: crimes; imperial wars; destruction of natural rights.
It didnít take a village to raise a kid when we were young, and it doesnít take one now. Thatís all propaganda. It panders to people who are afraid to be what they are, who are afraid to stand up for themselves.
We can see what indoctrination creates. It creates the perception of endless numbers of helpless victims. And once thatís firmly entrenched, then magically, the endless parade of victims appears, ready-made. When some needs have been met, thatís never enough, so other needs are born. The lowest form of hustlers sell those needs from here to the sky and beyond. They make no distinction between people who really can use help and those who are just on the make.
We didnít grow up that way. We donít fall for the con now.
When we were kids, the number of friends we had didnít matter. We didnít keep score. Nobody kept track of the count. That would have been recognized in a second as a form of insanity.
As kids, we didnít admire people simply because other people admired them. That was an unknown standard.
We were alive. That was enough. We were free. That was enough.
It still is.
When we were young, we had incredible dreams. We imagined the dreams and imagined accomplishing them. Some of us still do. Some of us still work in that direction. We havenít given up the ghost just because the world is mad.
The world needs to learn what we know. We donít need to learn what the world has been brainwashed into believing.
Once we were free, and we still are.
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.