White America, Black America, the set-up, and the con

[I have been following Jon Rappoport's individual investigative journalism for well on a decade now if not more. I have both loved and hated what he has written and said in those years. But the thing that remains throughout his work, through all his work, is his stalwart support and encouragement of the individual human. Separate from all things, alone in birth and death, alone when he falls asleep and when he dreams and desires of his life. Today I was moved in his writing beyond anything he has written before and so I reblog his work here in full without edit or any censorship. This is dedicated to the individuals of the world.] by Jon Rappoport June 15, 2020 (To join our email list, click here.) Whether you believe in God the Creator or evolution or something else as the explanation for the human race, progress was meant to involve the individual coming out of the group and staking his claim to a life of his own making, according to his best vision of his greatest thoughts and values. THIS was a struggle of blood and courage and intelligence for many centuries. THIS was the journey out of the caves and the clans and the brutal leaders and the mind control imposed from the top. THIS was where each one of us “came from,” that struggle. And now, through every foul means available, elite controllers want to turn back the clock and take each one of us into the past...

Poem: WHITE DOG

The white dog stops... we breathe in for a minute and take in the universal breath. It is dark out here... it's black and darkly cold, out here. The wind cuts the image from my eyes, and I watch it fall frozen and split like glass into the snow. This deep and unwritten thing -- waiting on edge, for a free life to write it, too large to see it all deep back in there beyond my visions reach. The starry dingle...I begin, and now I see it, I raise my head to take in all this...