The blockbuster movie called Reality

by Jon Rappoport

There is always a certain amount of whining and remorse as one enters the theater to see the movie called Reality, after buying the ticket.

“Is this a good idea?”  “Why did I do it?”

But you can already feel a merging sensation.  The electromagnetic fields humming in the theater, even before the movie starts, are drawing you into the space.

Your perception of x dimensions is narrowing down to three.

You take your seat.  You look at the note you’ve written to yourself, and you read it again:

“Don’t forget where you came from.  Don’t forget this is just a movie.  Don’t fall asleep.  The serial time in the movie is an artifact.  The binding feeling of sentimental sympathy is a trance-induction.  It’s the glue that holds the movie fixed in your mind.”

“The movie will induce nostalgia for a past…