Jan Cox

If man strayed into another reality and was arrested and put in a line up, he would be identified by the fact that he: resists the irrelevant.  He spends a large part of his life engaged in unnecessary resistance.  Obviously it is necessary or life would not have him doing it.  But what is required of humanity collectively is not so of an individual who does not want it to be, and who can understand what is going on.

The resistance unique to man is what makes possible the unique physical conditions he makes for himself in which to live, but it also causes him unregistered confusion in that life has him calling it one thing when it is clearly and easily seen as another.  His resistance to actual, physical things is what facilitates his ability to rearrange the environment to suit him, rather than, as with other creatures, the other way around.  But the resistance of interest to the few, is that which manifests itself toward nothing.  It is a resistance to things that have no actual substance.  Ordinary men are either not programmed with an interest in this distinction, or else are not equipped with the ability to realize it.  Only the few come with both.

Men historically, (for example), have resisted gods alien to them.  Empires have fallen there over, and contemporaneously do they still seriously insist that their proper resistance to false gods is an acceptable basis for war.  But if an observer from another universe were here and was shown to men of differing religions, (or political parties, or schools of philosophy), engaged in related activity, (bowing, praying, reading from their particular holy scripture), and was told that they considered themselves mortal enemies and were combatants in armed conflict, and he could only see them, and not hear them – it would be incomprehensible. When men resist in situations of significance, the basis is physically visible, no words are needed.  But when men are embroiled in the secondary resistance unique to them, it makes no sense without an accompanying verbal explanation.  (And even then it makes sense only to those involved.)

Man alone demonstratively has thoughts, ergo a manipulative vocabulary of sounds. It is his resistance to these intangible symbols solely, that establishes his universal uniqueness. A follower of God X does not resist another man’s God Y.  He resists the words, “God Y,” (the same with all political, philosophical, economic, and artistic factions).  Whatever it is about another man or group that you resist, but cannot actually put your hands on, is useless resistance, known privately amongst a few as insanity, (a little joke no doubt).

J.

The nature of man is to resist – this is his singularity.

At the animal level prey do not resist predators; the weak do not resist the strong, the timid the aggressive, and none resist the conditions of their environment.  Their nature and physiology equip them for survival therein, and only man, in his unique realm resists.  He resists the nature of his fellow creatures, he resists the nature of his environment, and he resists the nature of himself personally.  Anyone of these would mark man as exceptional, but the latter moves his game into an entirely new league.

All that is observable on this planet and in this universe can be seen clearly as an all-inclusive, interlocked, intricate collection of parts working together complimentarily.  Pushing, pulling, merging, dividing; and everything from electrons to quasars to elephants, has a permanent discernible nature by which it fits peacefully into its pertinent surroundings, (even if its nature be violent).

Put simplistically, life is like a gigantic living machine in which all parts are perfectly fitted to perform their particular function – except, (from man’s view), man.  He does not speak of this matter in this direct manner, but indirectly is it the ever main course in his conversational meals.

Easy to realize is that most all of human speech and writing is some form of complaint: about physical conditions, about other people, or about oneself. This is no attack on man nor a mere accusation.  An honest listen and look readily reveals this to be so.  Cock ear or eye from Presidents to Popes; from Homer to Hollywood, and to all of everyday idle chatter and social conversation.  You will not commonly find two sentences in a row bereft of a complaint.

A complaint is a resistance, a resistance to how-things-are.  This is what distinguishes man from everything else in this universe, for we speak not of the automatic retreat of a slug from sunshine, or an electron’s repulsion of a proton.  Man alone, from an outsider’s soundless perspective, resists things which have no observable existence, nor any discernible pertinence.

J.

While it is not possible to teach the non-creative to be creative in mind, what is possible is for you to abandon all participation in the wholly unoriginal and unproductive mental/verbal games of the pack.  If you yap, either overtly or to yourself, in response to whatever the pack is yapping about, you are forever stuck with being a copycat follower.  It does not matter whether you yap back a yea or a nay in reaction to any other pup’s particular yap.  You and he both are being lackeys, submitting your mind and its potential to the domination of another, and in our special case, not the domination of another person, but the domination of ideas not original with you, which, by your useless interest therein, dictate the very life of your mind.

By the arrangement of things is the mind of the pack forever entangled in questions/problems of a non-disruptive nature.  Matters labeled important by the pack’s mentality are always meaningless, in that they have no immediate material impact on their physical lives or survival. The hot topics in any pack are always actually quite cool, bland and harmless, and only inexperienced pups are fooled into believing otherwise – primarily via their own heated yapping. “Look how excited I am over the question that proves its significance? Right?”

The originality and creativity of mind necessary to see This Thing through cannot be specifically described, since it is unique to each person.  But what can be accurately said is that whatever it is, it is not anything that the pack, or its nominal leaders, are ever embroiled in; never has been and never will be.  As the pack’s topics gradually change, so too does the creativity of the individual few.  One hint is feasible: take any topic/question/problem in which large numbers of humans publicly profess concern and about which they are in dispute, and consider not any one side of the argument, but rather: “Why arguments? Why men argue over food, land and water is obvious – but why arguments over words and ideas?  What is going on right here in front of me that everyone misses, as their eyes/I’s stay affixed on the opposing sides of the argument itself?”

Making that your non-exceptional private enterprise will ultimately awaken that special creativity in you, (if it be in you).  Separating yourself mentally from the never-original-pack IS the first step to exerting your own originality.  No matter how you say you feel about them, pro or con, you simply cannot run with dogs without forever smelling mentally mangy.  It is difficult to ever see a truly original and creative person of the mind – for they are never where followers look.  (Oh yeah: if you want to, you can take all that was said above about, “the unoriginal pack, and the creative individual” and assume it was referring entirely to the situation in your own head.)

J.

If you know-what-is-going-on, you can look at a fresh litter of any pack species, and tell which ones will be subservient and which will be dominant.  (In more human terms):  which ones will be followers and which one will display originality.

People, like other animals, come with such traits, and those born passive cannot be turned aggressive, nor imitators made creators.  Thus, cannot all people become boxers, nor awaken to what-is-going-on.  The latter being an obscure art that requires a special originality and creativity that cannot be taught – with which a man must be born.  There is no more visible rationale to this than there is one person being short or shy, and another tall or assertive.  But there it is all the same, and so too is it in the invisible realm of mind.  Some are by nature followers, emulators who want to fit in to the pack, and do so by taking their cues from the actions of others, or from a dominant leader.  Natural followers do not see themselves in a negative light.  Zebras do not feel that their stripes make them inferior to the leopard with his spots, and the world of both beasts and men is made up mostly of followers and few creators.

In the animal world it is non-thinking, physical aggression, requiring no originality, that marks the leader of any pack.  While same is certainly not absent in the mortal one, the instant interest is in a type of human non-follower for whom the demands of creativity are paramount, if he is to succeed in his quite private enterprise.

Trying to rework the conscious operation of your brain, (or your understanding thereof, better put), is not a pack activity.  Groups do not awaken; prides do not achieve enlightenment, and even twins do not discover The Fact – not without the dispatch of one.  Seeing-what-is-going-on is strictly a solitary endeavor.  You cannot follow anyone else and do it; you cannot submit to anyone or anything and do it; and you cannot use any of the materials common with the pack to do it. 

Seeing-what-is-going-on is entirely an act of original creativity.  That is why the Great Secret Fact is so difficult to find.  You cannot find it because it does not exist for you until you create it. And you might think: “How can I be so creative?”  As noted: originality and creativity cannot be taught.  You either have such talent or you do not.  It can be latent in you, needing but to be utilized, and how will you ever know without you attempt it?

J.

Cream was dispensed as neurons were further incensed.  “Your mind is no kin of mine if you can watch the wild dog of your own unoriginal words uncontrollably chase after the ceaseless flow of bland, verbal mobiles-of-me-too-ism forever passing your house, and believe that something is actually going on.

Right there is precisely why men do not see what IS going on: from watching what naturally sycophantic words SAY is going on.

Words can never know what is going on.  The best that they can do, which none but us pursue, is to know what is going on with THEM.  Knowing that is knowing all that any man can know, and fulfills our secret family promise.

I’m going to wake-up even if I have to kill somebody – preferably me.  Even asleep, the rest of life is obvious.  It is the human form that seems to be a metaphor.  Waking-up is in realizing why humans need the concept of a metaphor to begin with.”

J.

The brew began to perk as did the brain’s attention.  “The reassuring ordinariness of man’s everyday life rests on both the silent, seldom-thought-of predictability of the physical universe, and also on the even less often analyzed familiarity of the verbal one.  Man is programmed to hear what life wants him to hear, and that is what he will hear even if something else is said. Our Family’s Five Thousand Year Old Secret Struggle, is a war we wage specifically against this intangible fortification in the inner structure of the thing that seems to be  –  ourselves.”

Coffee was poured as neurons started to become un-bored.  “Not only is the universe itself arranged antipodally to originality, men are built to feel comfortable with the sensation of having a special, ‘inner self,’ only in the absence of anything apparently original.  This is why humans discuss, debate and dispute over the same few topics, which they have ever since words appeared in their kingdom.  The physical matters words speak of change and are refreshed as their comprehension thereof increases.  But the non-physical matters about which words also concern themselves are static.  They are static, redundant, boring and meaningless, (not to mention, boring), all of course, just from Our Family’s View.

The rest of humanity does not care that their inner lives lack any originality.  There is nothing wrong with these people and they are not stupid.  It is simply a matter of cows, by nature preferring the life of the herd.  But for the few of our family, having the weight of the universe shoving our potentially-free, frontal-lobe neural activity into abject lock-step with six billion other bovines, is something less than acceptable.” 

Sugar was stirred and was also awakening neurons.  “Any subject popular with man is anathema to me and my kin.  What words commonly have to say on any of these matters – whether yea or nay, is absolutely of no interest to me whatsoever, in that I and my adult life at least by this point realize their complete lack of any significance, to both the life I actually live, and the goal I really seek.  Here is the insider’s tip:  take everything that words have ever said, discount them totally, and what is left will lead you to where you want to go.”

J.

As soon as they entered the kitchen this morning, Father to Son said, “Man is a kingdom filled with water and words and for the supremacy they struggle.  Water wages the heroic fight; silent, focused and determined, no complaining, no excuses, no self-aggrandizement.  Words on the other hand wrangle like whipped dogs; yelping, whining, blaming, always looking for a conniving advantage to compensate for their impotence and cowardice.  Water will win in the end, in that its ordained, ultimate defeat will alone mark the actual demise of the kingdom.  The apparent intervening victories and losses of words are irrelevant to the final outcome.  For that which is born – death alone is heroic.  All the human racket heard between the beginning and the end is but the disguised, shameful cries of those made cowards through ignorance.”
 
 

Coffee was turned on as were synapses beginning to be.  “Not only do most people not have even a trace of originality, most people in fact do not even discern its absence.  Even though it is foolish to speak of originality in man in the literal sense, (since no such thing is possible for something that itself is created), something closely resembling it must come into play if you are ever going to see for yourself what is actually going on.”

“There is a certain bravery required to pursue our Bloodline’s Tradition.  You need not only a special taste for originality, but also the strength to survive resisting the universal-force-of-the-ordinary, which by its nature is antithetical to originality.   Water’s essence is ordinary; words’ is original – at least theoretically.   Lacking material birth, they have unrestricted potential, while water is confined to a structure of H2O.  Words, in theory, can arrange themselves in any way they want, to say and represent any idea in the whole universe that they might want to, but in normal practice this is not what happens.”

“Words end up acting as structured and predictable as water. but their awareness of having a theoretical potential for originality causes them deep, displaced distress.  As they live their lives of mundaneness, plagiarism, and me-too-ism, they lash out at the other words around them – blaming them for their stifling confinement.  (Matisse, without hands to hold a brush; reviling other unproductive amputees as the source of his impotence).”

J.

The room was becoming stifling – the whole house was starting to wheeze.  “Why do you think I talk to you all of the time like this?   You don’t know why I do!  You think you know, but you don’t.  You keep ignoring the fact, that these conversations take place inside one man’s brain, and that there are not two of us in there – there is just me, whatever me it is, speaking at every instant.   But in my awareness of my own voice, I become you, (that is):  I become the sensation of there being a you in here – hearing me speak.  



It all combines to create the normally un-analyzable feeling of there being, in this man’s non-physical innards, a thing of much complexity; a self-thing with great depth, history and experience, and it is but a movie being flashed on his frontal lobes.  ‘Hey, look at me!  I am a frame in a film.’  The images being seen on the cortical screen are comprehensible, and lifelike, but any adult understands that there is actually nothing there.  It is light being projected through an endless thought-film; there is not actually anybody in here in the man’s brain, and yet every man’s brain believes that there is.”

The entire structure fell into a cold sweat as father-soliloquer  wrapped his cape about him; fell to one ka-nee, and screamed, “Good God!  Can you imagine how much more fun we’re having than rhinoceroses!”

…One guy sez: “Just about the time I think I’m finally about to get-it, the barn flees the horse!”

…One kid, (not the same one as above), said to his pa:  “Sometimes after one of your talks to me, I have the suspicion that somewhere in it you actually told me the
secret and I just didn’t catch it.”


J.

The fire department called but didn’t get an answer; the line was too busy between progenitor and spring off.  “Many people who check into this hotel soon say they are driven out by the ever increasing noise they hear upstairs, but the place has no upstairs – they brought their own with them.  Plus the noise up there is not increasing; they’re just noticing it more.”

The moon in the pond started its thousand reflections, even though the Japanese lilies were made in Tijuana.  “Men mistake movies in their head for marchers in the street.  No, correct that, men do not – thoughts in men do, and then the thoughts relay their sighting of the film to men, but without noting to them that it is mere tomfoolery.  What with men’s minds being the original Tom in tomfoolery, they never catch on to this for themselves.”

Then the sprinklers threatened to go off, but lacked cab fare.  “Man is as physically complex as the next animal, but the thoughts that pass through his manger create a sensation in him, of him having a non-physical complexity that does not exist.  It is a plain fact that is all but un-seeable by the organization responsible for sending out the wise guys.  The way to drag this into the stable, and kick around your snooze, is by following this star sentence to its end: ‘We do not have memories; we do not have memories.’  In the neural inn eternally, the only occupant is whoever at the moment dreams he is there; and they all sleep in one-bed-at-a-time – but they all dream of all the previous occupants.  It is fact, you do not have memories, and running this to its conclusion will lead you to what you want as fast as anything else you can do.”

Several pictures on the wall turned themselves around.  “Men believe that some thoughts are more important than others; that thinking about god, truth or beauty is more significant than thinking about movies, music or sports.  This is why those who can think deny that ordinary men do.  All thoughts are fire flies flirting one to another, triggering one another to light in the main.  They are all the same.  



Only a child believes into adulthood that words have intrinsic differences, that some words are sacred and some profane, that certain words are unquestionably of more importance than others.  Those who sleep into a day, dream of insects biting, debating, fleeing, refuting – all but imaginary ants burrowing in the brain.   All words are nothing but sounds; human whinnies and moos, and all of perfectly equal significance.  All thoughts are nothing; words and thoughts are just lightning strikes to the brain.  They are a never ending, three second phenomena, one indistinguishable from another, with only those landscapes still in the dark pretending this is not so.”

J.

A Father said to a Son:
“If you want to believe it, then everything I have ever said to you about This Kinda Thing is true, and if you do not want to believe it, then it is all untrue.  This is why some people so want to believe in a Secret Knowledge that is unconditionally true for everyone, but there is no such thing.  Well, there is one thing, but it does no good to talk about it since it is the absolute, very last thing anyone would ever think of – if they were trying to think of it.”

They looked at one another; then at the ceiling, then at the walls, then at the floor, back at one another and then the old man went further.  “I could tell you sixty different ways to keep yourself from sleeping.  They’re all simple to do – but you gotta stay on top of them every second and that’s the hard part.”

He made the kid take a deep breath – then appeared to continue.  “Even as frustrating as it may be/seem/prove – for those who want to wake up, trying-to-wake-up is the only thing that keeps them from going crazy.  For someone who has no interest in waking-up, trying to would drive them crazy, and if we lived in a better universe, the full Monty contemplation of that fact alone would be sufficient to drive Morpheus from your lawn forever.  Before you start that breathing crap again, catch this corollary:   don’t sit when you can stand; don’t stand when you can pace, and don’t pace when you can lie down.”

The dog left the room blousing as the old man glared at the thermostat.  “Hardly anyone is really civilized – they just pretend to be – which is all that is required.  What else does that remind you of?”  Then the cat followed suit, missing hearing the elder say:  “An awakened man remembers everything that everyone else has forgotten, and has forgotten everything that everyone else knows.”

J.