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by Jon Rappoport

August 26, 2021

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7News Brisbane, 8/21: “A man has ridden his horse through today’s protest at the Queensland-New South Wales border, encouraging crowds to cross through checkpoints. ‘Cross over! They cannot arrest all of us!’”

ABC News Australia, 8/21: “More than 2,000 anti-lockdown protesters gathered in Brisbane’s Botanic Gardens before a planned march through the city…Thousands of demonstrators [in Melbourne] were seen breaking police lines near Parliament House in Spring Street, where the demonstration started…[A Victoria police spokeswoman said that] ‘For the first time during lockdown protests, police were forced to use a range of non-lethal options including pepper ball rounds and OC foam cannisters in an effort to disperse the crowd.’…Each person arrested will be fined $5,452 for breaching lockdown restrictions…”

December 2, 2023:

Hello, everybody. You’re shocked, right? I just cut in and interrupted the news broadcast you’re watching.

I’m sure the cops are busy trying to pinpoint my location.

I’m wearing a mask to make it a little harder for them. Not because I’m afraid of a virus.

Here in the land down under we’re under the tightest COVID lockdowns in the world.

Australian cops are busting heads, breaking into people’s houses and arresting them because they aren’t wearing masks. They’re holding people down and testing them and shooting them up with the vaccine.

They say everybody in the country is now vaccinated. I’m not. So I might be the last holdout.

I don’t want the jab in the arm. I have the right to say no, to walk down the street, drive out into the country and sit on a rock and smoke a cigar. Screw the authorities.

Does the right come from God? Maybe. I don’t know. Depends on the day of the week. On Tuesday, I might believe God said we’re free. On Wednesday, I might not believe in God. Either way, I’ve decided not to line up for the jab.

I don’t believe this pandemic, whatever it is or isn’t, makes me a slave.

It could be a hurricane, a flood, an earthquake, a war, a riot, and we still have the right to go outside and go to work and make a living. Have a picnic in the sun with our family and friends.

We can tell the politicians to fuck off.

And if enough of us do, the politicians lose.

I don’t like them. I don’t like their attitude. They think they own us. Even if they kill me, they don’t own me.

This country was once a lot freer than it is now. Nobody can deny that. But then the busy-bodies started butting in and making a lot of rules. They meddled with us. We thought it was easier to go along. We knuckled under. And THIS, what we’ve got now, this Police State, is how it all played out.

Now we can’t take a piss in the middle of the night, in our own bathrooms, without wearing a mask.

Don’t you get it? The bosses like watching us squirm. That’s their game.

You think they really care about us? About our health? Are you that stupid? They care about themselves, their power, their money. They’re control freaks.

Australia was a penal colony. The British sent their worst prisoners here. Outlaws, rebels, thieves, killers. Crazies. And now look at us. Our brains have melted down into pudding. We’re afraid of our own shadows. We’re afraid of cops with guns. It’s disgusting.

Remember when they took our guns away? They always do that. Somebody shoots a few people, and they take the guns from all the people who didn’t shoot anybody. You think they did that to protect us? They wanted sheep and they got sheep.

People argue about whether the vaccine works or doesn’t work. Whether it’s safe or dangerous. I’m past all that. It comes down to: do I want to take it or not? I make up my own mind for my own reasons. I’ve still got my goddamn freedom, no matter what anyone says.

If two or three million of us get off our lazy and scared asses and go out into the street every day, every single day, the bosses lose. There’s nothing they can do.

For a long time, I took my freedom for granted. But now I don’t. I realize it was always on the line.

You might be wondering who I am.

Well, I’ll tell you a secret.

I’m nobody.

That’s right. The only reason I exist is because of you.

I’m not on any list. I don’t have a name. I’m not in any file.

You created me.

I came out of your minds.

I’m a phantom. I exist because you dreamed about me, whether you know it or not.

If they make slaves out of all of you, in your MINDS AND SOULS, I stop existing. If you surrender all the way down, I’m gone.

That’s how Reality works.

The only question is, what are you going to do about it?

I’ll tell you another secret. The bosses know that if they let us all out in the open living our lives, going to work, sitting and playing in parks and on the beaches with our kids, our health wouldn’t be any worse than it was before this “pandemic.” Our health wouldn’t be any worse than it is now. THE BOSSES KNOW THAT. THAT’S WHAT THEY’RE TERRIFIED OF. THAT’S WHY THEY’RE CLAMPING DOWN SO HARD.

I’m here. I’m what you made me. I’m your reflection. I’m what your spirit is when you take all the bullshit away.

The bosses dream about me, too. But in their dreams, they’re sweating. They’re trying to chop me to pieces. Blow me away with bullets. Burn me down.

I’m your dream, their nightmare.

Bottom line, I’m your freedom.

So what are you going to do about it?

You can try to snuff me out, but that means you’re trying to kill your own spirit.

Spirit can be a tidal wave, or it can be a little piss-puddle. Your decision.

If it’s a tidal wave, it’s bigger and more powerful than any so-called germ that ever existed.

See, the germ the bosses are twisting your minds with is also a dream—and right now, you’re saluting it and taking a knee in front of it.

You screwed up. You fell for the con.

But it’s never too late.

You can sell out your lives down to the last penny, or you can break the bank.

I’m here as long as you want me to be.

I’m standing up as long as you’re not lying down.

I’ll be here interrupting the cocked-up news from your fascist bosses and thugs as long as you want me to be…


Exit From the Matrix

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Jon Rappoport

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.

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