Only the Pushy are Free
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#291 Nov 2, 1987 – 1:55
Notes by TK
Kyroot reading to :07.
Why are there so many apparent contradictions in Life? Is it due to imperfect data only? Consider: what if Life has yet to make a decision in the matter; or the decision has been made but man, lacking a time-sight perception, caught in a time disruption, being “a dimension short and a day late” simply cannot perceive it. The Few must have a curiosity that covers the topography of Life’s Body like a temple rubbing; learn by ‘feel’. The Few should have curiosity re: such questions of contradiction in Life’s Body. A saying of conventional wisdom serves to reveal what these contradictions and conflicts are: “the best fools are a little wise”.
Contrast is required for the optimum issue from 3-D events. Contrast is required for perception. This Thing is the contrast par excellence to ordinary life–it is an enhanced 3-D view of Life’s Body. Remember: the ordinary are a dimension short and therefore a day late; if they could learn from their mistakes–they would never die!! No learning from mistakes is possible when the order is wrong, i.e., the mistake comes first. Every skill and knowledge you have ever obtained came from the City: it is piecemeal. In the City everything lives in the face of everything else, thus no remove –no contrast– is possible for extraordinary knowledge. The only knowledge in the City is immediate, close, or impractically far away. Men can only study their neighbor’s nose or the stars. The Few use skills beyond the 5 senses to gain knowledge.
Why do sayings like: “reason is the enemy of faith,” or “thought is the foe of feeling” arise? Contrast again: old vs. new; chemical vs. electrical in the nervous system. There is a tacit ban in the City against full disclosure, on absolute knowledge. This can be seen today where everyone must become a ‘specialist’ in his field. The Real Revolutionist could be considered as a 4-D generalist.
If you could get away from the City to properly consider it, what would you then see that men actually want? What problems do they want solved? Forget “meaning of life” stuff; if you could see it, men are unconcerned with broken religious promises –they are now irrelevant. What man wants would fit into four categories: knowledge, hope, relief, entertainment. (or is there another?). Would any kind of analysis you could mount answer the question?
“Only the pushy are free”. The nature of things is push or be pushed. The Few must look out for their own interest. To be pushed is not to be efficient. The Few must create their own kind of “superconductivity” –a kind of controlled aggression, a single-minded channeling of the emotions for self protection; a utilization of the passion of the lower circuits for purposes ordinarily condemned. The Few should be doing the things that pleasure their revolutionary “I” –get the right sleep, eat, drink etc.
Love. An unanalyzed dual relationship exists between people in the City who are in ‘love’. The relationship/feeling of the partner in their actual presence vs. the feel of the memory-based thinking of them. One can be positive while the other is negative, like two separate relationships–in conflict. This is unprofitable for The Few.
And Kyroot Said…
On a job application, the Real Revolutionist is always sure
to note, “I don’t do regrets.”
***
The Revolutionist, above all men, remembers that the basic
molecular structure of human affairs is “lead or be led.”
(Paradise, as described by many in the City, sounds much like a
place wherein this relationship is never ambiguous, or
unsatisfying.)
***
In the City, being “civilized” is simply “Gimmie”
translated into “If you please” spoken by a man who may be
armed.
***
I understand that this has absolutely no pertinence to our
general field of interests, but I’ll mention it just the same:
Time turns even the vilest of conquerors into an acceptable hero.
(Don’t ever try and twist this around somehow and attempt to use
it.)
***
I once heard a saying back in the City that went thusly,
“Words are the coins of the wise”, but don’t overlook the fact
that everyone (including dolts) has equal access to the monetary
system.
***
The uselessness and danger of parochial, chauvinistic
thoughts regarding one’s culture, race or religion is so obvious
that the Revolutionist rarely even remembers to mention same to
the recruits.
***
A prime difference between the truly civilized and the
otherwise is that the former can apparently think and reason
about that most UN-reasonable and UN-civilized of energies —
force.
***
Under the necessary circumstances, everybody can be
attracted to anything.
***
In the City, only those who believe they have a “soul” have
one.
***
If anyone’s life was truly as exciting as their biography
declares, they would have EXPLODED (and would have never been
able to lie still long enough to die).
***
After all is said-and-done (and then-some), never ever
forget that more than morals, character, or intelligence, remains
the importance of penmanship.
***
A truly up-to-date map is out-of-date before it leaves the
printer’s.
***
Since no one in the City can agree on what is “art” and
what is not, let me give you a fresh definition and settle the
matter: If it performs no labor-saving function, and is not a
part of the Parks System, and YOU like it — it’s art.
***
If you hang around dumb people you get dumb.
***
There was once a man from “2 1/2-D Land” who passed through
here, and upon observing a two lane highway with one lane moving
faster, asked why everyone didn’t get in the fast one. (Silly
boy.)
***
Dead people aren’t “dead”, their phones are just
disconnected.
***
Those who glorify the “common man” will remain common and
those who accept the “mortal condition” will continue to receive
it.
***
You should live each day as though you’re going to die
yesterday.
***
I once heard a kid asked if he “believed in fate and
justice” and he pondered a moment and said, “If I don’t will
they go away?”
***
Regarding this Revolutionary activity: You should do
everything in its appropriate time, that is, ALL THE TIME.
***
Over in another City, I heard of a theatrical group that was
so artsy and histrionic that they even had a cast to play
themselves.
***
If you hang around people you get to be one. (Oh,
boy…Whoopie.)
***
Transcript
11/2/87 #291 Bev — Gary’s PC Page: #
CONTRADICTIONS AND INTER-DIMENSIONAL FUNCTIONS
Let’s start out with a question for tonight: why are there
so many apparent contradictions within Life’s own body and again
on the next level within man’s own existence? By contradictions
here I mean that beyond the old ideas of gods fighting anti-gods
and good fighting evil; back in the city either viewpoint can be
proven; that is, either viewpoint seems absolutely defensible.
You may be defending the prevailing viewpoint and seem very close
to having enough info to actually prove it to be true once and
for all. But there is something going on such that in the life
of Man, (which is the body and life of Life itself), we have not
simply a conflict of eat or be eaten, but we have a uniquely
human area of ideas and attempted charting of reality where there
is a continuing flow of contradictory maps, theories, and ways of
navigating. You can pick up someone elses map and think, “Well,
whoever drew this is talking about a completely different ocean,
another coastline”, and he is not. What is going on?
Based upon some of my recent picturesque descriptions, I
could ask you if it is simply a matter that we are dealing with
imperfect information? Is it because of imperfect information
that there seems to be, down in the molecular structure of
everyone, conflicting stories about the same event? There are
conflicting explanations and opinions covering substantially the
same areas and when you get the least bit above the ordinary city
level of perception, you can notice that, “I know I could take
position A, I can feel it, and defend it and conversely could
accept it. But I could feel the same about position B”. Is this
based upon imperfect information? Is it something else? You
should have a great curiosity about the topology of Life and a
question like, “What purpose is served by Life dividing people
into two conflicting camps, and drawing two opposing maps?
Let’s persue the matter differently using as a prime example
the ongoing conflict between environment and heredity — the
question of which aspect actually has the major impact on Man.
Try and imagine that you in some way were a four dimensional
chiropractor I guess, and that you are trying to feel parts of
Life’s body and you’re trying to figure out what in the world is
going on in there. “I continually find, Life, that you seem to
be raised in one spot and if I feel around from a dorsal to an
anti-dorsal side, there is a lump over here and that seems to
correspond to a lump back here. Why does there slways seem to be
at least two lumps? Are they in some way connected?”
Back to the example that I said was prime; what could be
going on that there is a distinct part of Life’s body that has
never wanted to believe that the key to human behavior is all in
the genes? Now assuming Life would not be dealing with imperfect
information, how can that be? How about a possibility that Life
has yet to make a decision in the particular matter? How about a
real controversial right angle right angle corrollary to that
being that perhaps Life may have made a decision about it but due
to the flaw in the time frame from one dimension to another, we
are always behind. What seem to be contrary maps, contradictory
pictures and possibilities within Life’s own body, within Life’s
own nervous system could be places where Life is still deciding
between several possible maps and the indecision stays with Man,
and speaks through Man for thousands of years as a philosophical
question that Life had long since decided? Once you understand
what happends when you are in a lesser dimension, it is not
simply a matter that you are linearly behind the times, it is
much worse than that. If you were just linearly behind the
times, then even people in the city would have some hope, that
is, “If I live another three or four thousand years, I may know
what was true three or four thousand years ago”. By the way,
some part of Life’s body does believe in linear hope as evidenced
by all the pictures we have of an after-life. If being in one
dimension put your information behind the time, the time
differential would not be lineral. Life could have already
decided what was true, could have already taken appropriate
action and still appear to be in flux and indecision — an
unanswered question due to the incomplete nature of what we see
compared to the eyesight of one higher dimension. Can any of you
begin to understand the possibility that if we are in part of a
larger structure that has at least one more dimension, then what
seems to be time here would be different than time in one
dimension higher and such could be fuel for the arguement in the
the 3-D world that everything is preordained? But it would be
even worse than that; what apparently is going to happen here at
our level has already happened! What if the real worry about
tomorrow is that tomorrow has already come and gone and the
shadow of it has yet to get down into your dimension; the bus
already went through except we don’t know it until we smell the
exhaust fumes and then it’s real. It just makes the souffle of
cause and effect fall quite flat, eh what?
Back in the city they have a whole bunch of sayings that
will sort of wrap it up into one gigantic historical example:
the best fools are those who are a little wise, or, are you sure
that somebody that’s read one book is any smarter than somebody
that’s read no books? Are you sure?
For optimum results, one needs contrast. Let me translate
that: At a 3-D level, what ordinary people would consider to be
an outright fool, just a plain fool, is one thing and then over
here you have got a fool with just a modicum of pretentions of
wisedom who does not know how foolish he is from this ordinary
view. He’se the one that makes the better fool. Somebody that’s
just-a-fool you just dismiss; they are not even in the running
and you just dismiss them as being pitiful. They are no longer
even a fool once you have the contrast of a fool that is a little
wise. The purpose in this paragraph is not fools and etc., it is
to illustrate contrast.
Could any of you see that perhaps conflict and apparent
contradictions might be synonymous with contrast? If you are
going to have optimum results, if you are going to have the most
extreme effect appearently possible in the 3-D world of one thing
appearing to preceed something else, that one thing apparently
had an effect upon something else, something in the 3-D world,
it requires contrast for optimum results.
Back to part one of tonight: the question of what might be
up with Life having these apparent ongoing continuing conflicting
maps, and confrontational views of the same area, could any of
you see the possibility of Life using contrast to produce
optimum effects within itself? Could any of you suspect that
Life’s own nervous system, where we all reside could become
involved with an activity like This in it’s own need for an
enhanced 3-D feeling of contrast within itself? Within certain
limits, the further something is from the norm, the greater is
the contrast. If the extreme gets too great, you no longer see a
contrast; it goes off the sensory spectum, goes outside the
electromagnetic field of what can be of interest to humanity at
any present time. But within those limits, the further away from
the norm something gets, the greater is the contrast created.
Something of great contrast cannot be insane per se because
is has to be insane relatively speaking like everything else that
is contrastable. It cannot be revolutionary to the point that it
is really dangerous to the city. If there was any possible
validity to my proposition that This could be a kind of enhanced
3-D contrast to Life’s own internal perception of itself, and of
what was going on, could you then see that such could be a
splendid description, from almost any possible view, of what This
is? This activity hasn’t given you the ability to fly through
the air and raise the dead like you may have hoped for
originally, but what has it given you? Would it not be a fair
description to say it has given you not just an enhanced, but a
normally unavailable way to contrast ordinary existence, routine,
thought, mundane feeling, and common expectations?
You could look at what used to be called religions as being
an attempted contrast, though the contrast is all, I might point
out, in the thinking of action, not in the action itself because
none of the religions believed or taught that you could actually
succeed in acting religiously. You could think about acting that
way and boy what a contrast. “Wow, what if I could do that?
gee”. They could really talk a good contrast.
Now lets jump back to talking about the possibility of there
not just being a matter of imperfect information comming to man,
but a continual lacking time element so that Life could either be
still undecided about these particular apparent conflicting maps
and opinions or it could have decided and acted ahead of our time
frame. Hence the phrase, “if you are a dimension short, you are
always a day late; you can’t ever catch up”. You don’t need to
worry about just being a dollar short and a day late. You can’t
ever pay the rent, you can’t ever buy the real nourishment you
need, you can’t ever catch your car payment up, you can’t ever
catch your brains up, you can’t ever catch the payments on your
opinions up. If you are a dimension short, it doesn’t matter
what you read, if there was any possibility of reading your way
into paradise, reading your way into the bushes, into a higher
state of consciousness and you are short a dimension, you are
always one book behind. No matter how fast you read, as soon as
you read the one that was THE book, the book of the day, the book
that explained everything and you got to the end of it, some part
of Life would announce, “A brand new book has just hit the
stores, that superceedes the book you just finished”. As long as
you are short the dimension that I could describe as being the
continuous awareness of time, you are always a day late.
Anything that you think you understand is outdated. Any
question you believe you have asked that was surely the pressing
question of your age, that someone else may have asked something
similar but no one understood the question with your precision,
your depth of inquiry and concern; as long as you are a dimension
short, you are always a day late. It doesn’t matter if an answer
arrived for your question, it wouldn’t do you any good. The
question was a day late. The mapping is a day late. “Ah, now I
understand this one aspect, now I understand my particular
attitude toward family life, toward men, money, anything”. You
are a day late. If the dimension of time were there and you were
not a dimension short, it would not be a matter of, “aha, now I
understand”. You cannot understand now. If you are going to
preface it with “now” I got it, you are the same sort that is
going to believe, “Well, now I can learn form my mistakes”. It
is too late. If people could actually learn from their mistakes,
nobody would die. And that wraps it up if you can hear.
You always attempt to stick a banner in the ground of some
territory that you think you have just won, but it is too late.
It is useless, nobody even wants it anymore and you think, “Well
it was hard fought for, I’m glad I’m here now that I’ve overcome
the fears I used to have in this one particular area and I’m
going to drive down the standard. Here I am, this is mine, I
have staked out some new share of the bushes; this is not just
run-of-the-mill ordinary territory, this is something new, this
is a new area of my own nervous system and I have cut out of the
bushes, cut down the vines, fought off the wild little beasties
and the fairies, and now it is mine. I will stick up a little
tent, maybe a lean-to.” But nobody cares. You believe you are
defending something, or you think, “Well, boy, I should be proud
of this. Boy it is a shame the gods all died and went away
because if they were still around they would be so proud of me.
How many people could have done, this? “. Nobody cares. It’s
too late. You are a day late. You still feel like there is a bus
trip going on, you feel like time is something that you get on
somewhere and if you think about it it may move along or if you
are late, you will notice that you are late. You believe other
people should be aware of time, that it is a clock, it is a way
to keep this thing from running into that thing, it is a way to
understand that what you do here you are going to pay for, you
are going to reap the rewards, just the way the farmers tell when
to plant, when to sow, when to cut it down; and it is not. You
are a dimension short. Anywhere that you can get to, anywhere
that you can say, “Well now could I ask you this”, or to ask
yourself, “Now, should I consider doing this, now that I see a
little more clearly should I redo what I did?” Any time that the
territory and any time the apparent idea or interest is expressed
and the expression begins with “now”, it’s too late.
Anybody that really understands something knows then why all
philosophy is too late. Anything that can be asked for is too
late. Anything that you can ask: well, if a man, da da da da,
why is it that we cannot da da da, why is it that humanity seems
intent upon da da da ? Once you understand that when you are a
dimension short you are a day late, you understand that all
philosophy, all parole questions, all verbalized inquiries, all
yellow circuit investigations are always a day late as well.
They can satisfy no one except those who either are still riding
on the back of the bus but hanging onto the bumper, or else those
who got off; the stop passed and they didn’t realize it. Now
there are the ones who will hold up the book or to say, “Yes, I
am within days of having my Phd. in philosophy, and I’m within
days of having a real thought. Had this bus had a bathroom, I
would have had a great thought even before now.”
I want to mention something to people watching these tapes
in the future: I am not or I can not, take your choice, doing
these for history or posterity, trying to make information seem
timeless. I considered doing that and it can’t be done. And if
it could be done, I’m not gonna do it. But keep in mind if you
will, that you should be asking yourselves if you should in some
way have your hand back in this Kroger sack wherein the city and
all the people are and you’re trying to take the lay of the
land, the topography and not just limited to mathematical
definition. You’re trying to get the feel of Life’s body, its
head, its bumps, to feel its nervous system operating. That’s
where I try to drag you at such times as these last few minutes.
What in the world is there to be said? I’m not suggesting anti-
intellectualism as all of you know and it’s not any form of
pessimism or fatalism; it’s no form of any ‘ism’. But all of the
questions, all of the very important questions, all the mystical
questions, all the philosophical questions that you think brought
you here, you think that those very questions were put into your
soul and they’ve been burning in there just waiting for a guru to
pop up and touch you with mystical insight and turn you into a
new-age profit of some kind. Some of you should be able to feel
by now that anything that can be asked is not worthy of being
asked, and if it had any validity, it has no answer, at least
not on the basis of using the same words and descriptions, the
same breath that was involved with asking the question because
you are a dimension short. When you’re attempting to measure, to
plot, to diagnose, to navigate, to understand Life, which for
everybody in the beginning is of course Life in the city, try to
remember, though its nearly impossible, that your abilities, all
of your present mathematical, navigational skills and knowledge
were gained in the city. That’s where it all came from.
Everything that you brought with you into This you got in the
city. All of your skills, all of the knowledge was native to the
city. And here you are attempting to get away from the city; not
only my two dimensional drawings of circles and bushes, but
you’re attempting to get out of it three dimensionally, and once
you understand it, you are attempting to escape form it four
dimensionally. So you’re attempting to launch yourself away from
the city but you’ve got to make plans and suspect some
destination. Then you meet somebody that apparently knows
there’s somewhere else and you’ve got to try and use their new
info to plot a new course. You tried drugs, you tried reading,
you tried meditation and none of it worked and so now you
apparently need new information. You have got to have some
notion about how to navigate; how to escape from your present
position. But people cannot realize they think the same things
over and over and when they do, it is one of the first level,
first order moments of amazement. “I never realized the
magnitude of this. I kept thinking that I had to read more, I
had to hear him talk more. I had to put all this together more
and more”. And it’s absolute amazement the first few times you
see it. “I have been inside of a lead-lined little box and I
kept thinking I was pushing the walls out. I thought the walls
were about to fall apart or that I was on my tip toes and I was
about to pop the ceiling up. And I believed that I was getting
new views of this whole thing”, and you weren’t. What I’m
intending to point out to you from a slightly different direction
tonight is no one realizes that every apparent skill, every piece
of knowledge you got before you came here, you got in the city.
Now back in the city there’s only two ways to study things: from
real up close or from real far away. You can either study the
stars in the heavens or you can apparently study the hairs in
your neighbor’s nose. Everything in the city is in everything
else’s face. Everything is jammed up. That is why there is
really no such thing as psychology — it is impossible in the
city. In the city all you can do is study things real up close
with a microscope as it were. Or you can study things real far
off with telescopes. But the city has no real knowlege of
itself. To have any knowledge of itself it would have to put
some distance from itself. The city has no clinical knowledge.
In fact what would even pass there for theoretical knowledge
really belongs more within the area of roto-rooters than it does
useful knowledge. But where the city can seem to excell in
skills and knowledge is in matters up close, both literally and
figuratively, and in matters far away. But the city itself, the
people have no real view of themselves — they cannot. To have a
real view they would have to get out of the city. The city
itself would have to get away from itself and then look. It has
what amounts to piecemeal knowledge. It has knowledge of its
immediate neighborhood; one neighborhood has knowledge of an
adjoining one and one person has apparent knowledge of an
adjoining person. What is called psychology should more
specifically be called the study of immediate behavior. It’s the
study of “my neighbor’s behavior”. But no one can put it
together, there is no systematic view of the city. The city
cannot describe itself. No one can sing the praises, no one can
become a paid booster or a free bosster for Houston unless they
get out of Houston. Unless there is some contrast, they wouldn’t
be able to sell Houston as a convention site to anyone. They’ve
got to get outside of Houston to say something. The only way
that anyone can promote anything is by contrast and comparison.
The city cannot get away from itself, it does not know what to
say. It makes comments about the behavior of its immediate
neighbor. It may make apparent comments about the reputed
behavior of people on the other side of the city in neighborhoods
where it has never been. And physically the person may have been
through there and didn’t even recognize he was there because it
was too foreign. It has to be right up here real close, or is
has to be real far away. They can study the stars and they can
study cell samples from their neighbor’s nose. To get the needed
view, to pick up any new information you have to be able to put
distance between you and the city. But let me remind you, all of
the known methods, supposed methods of even how to get out of the
city were gained in the city, and therefore they do not work.
That is why everything that Man ordinarily tries, from drugs to
changing to pursuing a so-called religion to pursuing something
that somebody or some group of bodies found to work at one time;
be that as it may, it does not work now. The would-be
revolutionist himself has got to find some way to distance
himself. He has got to be able to get away from the city to get
any view of it. There is no information in the city. It has to
do, if you want it this crudely, it has to do with a kind of
self-protection the city uses. The city has got to keep a
certain three-dimensional ignorance of itself. The city has got
to keep the people themselves, that is the constituents, ignorant
of what the city is in order to survive. But a few people who
would understand something extraordinary, something uselsss, they
have got to be able to put some distance between them and the
city. And its not a matter of flying millions of light years
away; there is no better view there and it’s not to get any
closer; you are close enough. The idea that, “I could study
phychololgy and then some day it will finally open up my
understanding of what human nature is about”. If you have got
any basis of being a revolutionist, I don’t have to even appear
to attack psychology — you have simply got to see that
psychology among other things is not interested in what I’m
interested in. If that sort of study would do anything you
wouldn’t have to go to school. You would go out and sit on the
steps and look at people, at your own family, and study them.
And if everybody left the street except you, you’d try to study
you. This is not a sarcastic attack. Apparently from all
ordinary views you can’t learn anything about people by looking
at them. You can’t find out anything about human life by
studying it. Nothing. You’ve been here in its midst for thirty
or forty years looking and being looked at, commenting and being
commented upon. People will even comment on behavior that
happened two thousand years before they were born. People are
taking down statistics, doing questionnaires everywhere you turn
wanting to know what foods you eat, which ones you like, what you
watch on TV. There are enough statistics to prove anything. And
yet you understand that has not told you anything because there
is no distance. All of the skills, all of the apparent knowledge
that one has, one got right in the city. In the city the ruling
powers are going to keep their power by controlling speech and
information. The only way that they dictate apparent reality is
to control the language, control the thought. But if they
control the language, and have you thinking the same things over
and over even though it apparently changes from neighborhood to
neighborhood, you will have the common conception of reality that
everyone in the city has, and as long as that is your perception,
as long as you can’t think outisde those terms, outside those
categories, as long as you can’t think outside the habitual
cycle, then whoever is in charge of that language system has got
you. Now of course we’re not talking about conspiracies, and
we’re not talking about political power. We’re talking about
what seems to be your individual nervous system and the way in
which it apparently maps, accepts, and tries to diagnose its
experience, that is, its reality. But the diagnosis is the same,
day after day, generation after generation, and if you were a
doctor trying to diagnose the reality, that is, trying to
diagnose your experience and you say, “I am going to understand
something. Everybody else just lives and dies. I believe I have
a potential ability to perceive things that the average person
doesn’t have. So I am going to study this matter”. You can
study all you want to, you can attempt to diagnose your own
experience, but every diagnostic tool you have, every piece of
information that you have that seems to be the least bit
pertinent to understanding the human condition, you got in the
city. You just think, if you are ordinary, that you’re
extraordinary. And everyone keeps thinking, “Where is the
missing piece? What is this missing secret that I don’t have?”.
The city will not commit slow suicide by giving away the
mysteries of its fortifications, the life-force that keeps it a
separate entity, by giving you the necessary tools to truely know
it. But right outside the city if you want to look at it
spacially, there are other parts of Life’s body, if you want to
look at it in time, there are other areas of Life’s body that
have some time distance, a different time zone, between you and
your homeland of experince and innate knowledge. With a certain
kind of distance, and it’s not just intellectual perception, it’s
not limited to the five senses, it’s as though you can get a feel
for what’s going on, and the skill that you’re then using is not
limited to what is available in the city.
Perhaps some more consistent ideas cum questions throughout
history: why is it that reason has continually been referred to
as being the enemy of faith, or that thought is the foe of
feeling? Why is it that the apparent upstart offspring so
distrusts, even despises its progenitor? Could it be that there
are forms approaching the supreme 3-D contrast in Life’s body,
such as the older versus the newer, higher versus lower, chemical
versus electrical. There is a tacit ban in the city on absolute
info, on full disclosure of data. It has always been and always
will be. It is looked at as being a logical linear extention of
human progress as it may be; the continuing specialization and
isolation of knowledge. It is perhaps specialization in the fact
that the more you seem to become an expert in the cell structure
of your neighbor’s nose the more you’ve got to become a cellular
specialist in noses of such and such magnitude and it has to
become further and further specialized if you’re going to get a
reputation. If on the other extreme you were now a specialist in
some aspect of astronomy, the far away, then you have to more and
more localize and specialize in that far away area where your
abilities are.
There is a kind of tacit ban on absolute info. It is an
unrecognized admission that human consciousness is not going to
get outisde the real close or the real far away. I could say
that the revolutionist in a sense is a four dimensional
generalist. And if really pressed it might turn out that a real
revolutionist wouldn’t know or wouldn’t be an expert in anything
for all I know. If being an expert really meant squat, then you
would all be handed a new improved nervous system along with your
master’s degree. You cannot be allowed to have any view of what
the city really is, you cannot have anything even approaching a
unified perception of how the neighborhoods are tied together,
what relationship one profession has to another, what
relationship one institution has to another, how an institution
is nothing but people, how people are nothing but institutions,
how the molecular structure of one man’s nose is irrevocably tied
to the rise and fall of the precious metals inside the market
place of the city. Real knowledge of such things would be a kind
of, relatively speaking, absolute knowledge, absolute info. Such
knowledge would begin to explain something about the nature of
the city and that information is forbidden. The city does not
even have that info on itself. For those of you who would
really like to at least push on one of the 3-D walls a little
bit, I could say it’s not simply that the information is
forbidden to even the city itself, but it is that no part of the
city, including the city itself can have a present knowledge of
what it may already know. There has to be the matter of time
between you and the city. What the city already knows about
itself, you can’t know. What a city already knows about itself
on a 4-D level, it doesn’t know it knows on a 3-D level because
once you cut a dimension off, you’re a day short. If I said for
a matter of fact that on a 3-D level the city knows what it is,
we only need to put that 3-D world into a 4-D reality to be back
to where the information is again incomplete and the city does
not know what it is.
If you’re up too close to yourself you’re a dimension short.
If you’re too far away from yourself, if you’re attempting to
study man, not just as white mice, or the behavior of your
immediate neighbor but on a basis that is almost into another
galaxy, that is theoretically or historically, you are still no
closer. What if you were trying to read the lumps on the city’s
head, what if you were attempting to lay city on one of those
chiropractic benches and push it’s muscles around and try to feel
it’s spine and try to make some sense out of it; how about a few
more rather of forbidden questions? These are not forbidden
really, but they’re just questions that have no validity in the
3-D city. No one can see that there is any possible pertinence
to them. What ever This is, me talking, you showing up, putting
this on video tape, seeing me personally, trying to listen,
taking notes, does it have some meaning that is going somewhere?
Is it revealing piece by piece secret knowledge of some unknown
universe? Imagine if you could get yourself outside the city,
get up in a hot air balloon, put some distance between you and it
and actually look at the city and see it (rather than just you,
your neihgbors and your life) from a view you never had — then
there are some questions I could ask you. I could ask you about
the navigation, the plotting, the diagnosis of the city iself,
what is going on in the city ( the city being human life within
the life of Life). If you could then break out of the
limitations of the particular language that the ruling powers in
the city have built into you, you could then attempt to ask
nonverbally, questions like, “What is it that man in the city
apparently wants solved? And then you’ve got to get outside all
the categories of apparent human questions that Life has taught
you and everyone to ask. I am asking you what might you
nonverbally be able to say about what men really want solved? If
you could get ahead of the city by one time zone, what so-called
religious promises would still be relevant? It is a matter that
there are different time zones in the city just as there are
between New York and L.A. and the fact that what is true in one
time zone may not be true in another any longer? There are parts
of the city that still apparently believe that they are relying
on, interested in and concerned over the promises, explanations,
that seem to have come from religion. There are promises of what
may happen to man here, what may happen to him later; all these
are irrelevant. If you can get into another time zone, if you
could lose all interest in and correctly disengage yourself from
the city in toto and at a certain distance from the city you
could ask what people do want to think, what they do want to
feel, what is it that they do want to do, it might be a question
of, whether they want knowledge, hope, relief, or fun. If you
could feel the topography of the city, you should have such
questions nonverbally, but they can’t be based on what you
learned in the city. It has got to be some other kind of
orientation or you’ll still get the same answers over and over,
the same dead ends over and over. But far enough away from the
city you could look down at the entertainment page spread through
time in every city, the buisness section of the phone book spread
in all possible directions in all cities and ask yourself:
apparently in the city what is it that humans want? When you go
to those places, would it help to stop and do a statistical
listing about, “alright, how many places did I pass that are in
charge of feeding people, how many just serve booze, how many
movie houses, etc. Each of those fits into one of the four
categories that I just made up of offering knowledge, hope,
relief, or fun. What is it that seems to be able to get people
through their 60 or 70 years here on this planet without them
going nuts or turning into out and out alchoholics or drug
addicts? If you asked someone who just came home from work,
“Sir, if you were now a millionaire, and you didn’t have to work,
what would you do? Would you spend this weekend chasing women,
going to church, sitting in a theater, traveling,….?” If you
got down and studied all the calendars of events in the
newspaper, the 2000 things to do this week, would it help to make
a statistical report about these things, or even to actually go
to each one of them?
What did you think This would be, what is it that you still
think you want from This? Do you want knowledge, hope, relief,
or fun? What is it that I am apparently offering that you seem
to get at times? Is there another category, something else that
humans apparently want and do that won’t fit into one of those
four?
I want to point out to you that only the pushy are free.
The nature of things is push or be pushed. Once you understand
it, you’ll see it all has to do with an unconditional looking out
for ones self. You have got to turn your energy efficiently, to
feeding whatever This is for you. If This is what you should be
doing, if you now have no doubt that you were born to do This,
then no matter how it is described, no matter whatever happends,
there is past any point of discussion or doubt, an extreme matter
of efficiency wherein everything must be directed toward feeding
you, and this cannot be done if you are getting pushed. If you
are going to be a pushee, you are not doing This. Any time you
are being pushed, you are not free and are not operating
efficiently. You are back playing city games. It may appear to
be as innocuous as hop scotch or tag, or it may appear to be as
serious as being mugged, but if you are being pushed you are not
doing This, you are not looking out for your own revolutionary
interests. A part of the ban on absolute info back in the city
keeps one from looking after oneself, on this basis, but it would
apparently manifest itself, albeit imperfectly, in the myriad
amount of connections, interpersonal relations between you, your
family, your acquaintances, your past friends, your race,
religion, your sex. It is the inescapable common denominator of
the genetic kinship of all of us. You just apparently live in a
particular section of the city, in a particular neighborhood.
There is a genetitic kinship between everyone and that is why I
said that the absolute self centereed selfishness, as it sounds
verbally, is a truely imperfect reflection. It is not even
possible. Even if it were possible it would still do no one else
any harm, because it is still Life looking out after itself. A
would-be revolutionist cannot spend time inefficiently, that is
by doing the very slack, the very imprecise, the very conflicting
dreams that Life has within its own nervous system of, “Well I
should be over here helping some other part of town, my concern
should be what do those other people in the other sections of
town think of me when I don’t show up to help them?”. It is
wired into the genetic code in the city that, “We are all in this
together. I come first, but we are all in this together”. The
revolutionist knows differently. Everyone else thinks that we
are all in this together, but they don’t know it. And some of
them believe that they are self-centered and they are not. But
he can see from some distance that in the city, it’s not unknown
for peole to jump up on a fire hydrant and grab a broom stick and
wave it like a sword and holler, “It’s every man for himself, I
am captain of my fate, the hell with all you minions, get out of
my way”. Childred do that, and sometimes grownups to that,
sometimes life does that to itself. The revolutionist knows that
if anybody asks any question like, “How should I treat my mother,
what should be my attitude toward humanity, what should be my
attitude toward the gods?”,if anybody has got to ask some
question there is no satisfactory answer and those who ask can
never be satisified. There is no question that is pressing upon
your soul, that is sitting upon your little heart, that has ever
been satisfactorily answered, nor can it ever be. On one can do
it. The questions that the city placed in man’s minds and on
their souls are not really questions, they are two thirds of a
darn question and you get two thirds of a darn answer to them.
Let’s be scientific for a minute: There is a way in which
the revolutionist has got to create his own kind of condition of
a certain kind of superconductivity. But it has to do with being
able to facilitate less wasteful, more efficient, less inhibited
chemical flows. Without it, you can’t get past the ban on
absolute info, without it, you cannot look after yourself in the
way that is necessary out in the bushes, once you begin to get
away from the gravitational safety of the city. Back in the
city, from one view everybody is nuts — except that back in the
city, relatively speaking, everything seems all right and you
can’t tell. But when you get away from it you can for the first
time begin to think, “Hey, I’m about to float away. I’m about to
fly up Mary Poppins’ dress and hurt myself”. It’s just a way in
which you have to be able to use what is ordinarily referred to
as the emotions, the chemical flow. There is a kind of
controlled aggresion that is self protection. You almost have to
attack-train the agressive emotions but not neuter them. You
can’t declaw them. Now in the city, if it were possible, that’s
what the religions are trying to talk about. That’s what that
part of Life’s own nervous system in man seems to be condemning.
There are parts of the human nervous system that will do things
that seem to fly into the absolute face of progress; or what your
forefathers would have believed would fly into the face of the
gods. You cannot control the things that must be controlled if
you are putting up with the ordinary amount of resistance. There
has to be a kind of superconductivity. You cannot use and
control “agression”, as long as you have got the acquired
resistance that is taught in the city, you cannot control it. It
is unpredictable or so it seems to you at the 3-D level. The
inhibitions, the mechanical resistance you have to that kind of
chemical flow makes it seem uncontrollable. You can get too mad,
you get mad when it’s not profitable and that ordinary
uncontrolled agression in no way serves as self-protection. It
is just simply noise and fumes in the city. It is very
mechanical and unspecific chemical uprisings in the lab. But if
you knew how to use it, then the very things that seem to be
condemnable in all the religions and all the so-called
metaphysical systems become something to use, they become
neceassary weapons. You cannot, in the 3-D world, humble your
way anywhere, you cannot whine your way, crawl your way to
anything, you cannot hairshirt your way into it, you cannot
plead your way into it and I assure you that you cannot back your
way into it.
Well if that didn’t stabliize it enough, I’ll try one more
time before we stop the tape. How about something very specific?
At the chemical level, in the lab, all of you should be doing
only those things that seem to make your revolutionary sense of
yourself feel good. You should only eat those foods that make
the revolutionist feel good and this doesn’t mean your acquired
habits in the city. You should only do such physical exercises
as make the revolutionist feel good. If he would feel better
losing weight, then lose some. If he feels better weighing more,
then gain some. If he feels better getting ten hours of sleep,
or five hours of sleep, he should sleep accordingly. If you are
not going to look after the revolutionist, who is — the city is
not, your mother is not, your mate is not. All the people in you
are indifferent. If you keep waiting for you to miraculously
pull yourself together, or worse yet, that you’re suddenly going
to miraculously come together and know what to do, you’re wasting
your time. You already know what to do or you don’t belong here.
You know what to do in the area of making yourself chemically
feel good and that there is a connection between your everyday
eating and physical habits and the way you think when you wake up
in the morning. But you don’t have your real hands on that
knowledge. You can say you know it once the subject comes up but
everybody knows everything one at a time like that. Man behaves
as though, “Why can’t I play a tape on self hypnosis and repeat
over and over that I’m getting smarter and happier and have it
work?”. Are you still going to believe like they do in the city
that you can run into your lab and holler, “Naughty chemicals,
bad boys “, or put out a fire by hollering, ” tut tut” at the
flames? People believe not just in subliminal tape recordings
but such phrases as, “as man thinketh, so he is” have been around
forever. Now if that were true, all we would need is subliminal
biliminal tapes. All you need to do is change the way you
think; right, all you’ve got to do is take control of how you
think. Every morning get up and refuse to think bad thoughts.
Do it — just refuse. In fact, why even spend two or three
hundred dollars on those tapes; just make your own tape that says
over and over, “I will not think sad thoughts, I will not think
sad thoughts”, and play it while you’re asleep. In the 3-D
world, tracks, or chains of events run in one direction. In
certain parts of the city trains go off and they do not come back
on the same track. There are chemical explosions that can kill
the chemist. But I submit to you that there is no way to reverse
that, for the chemist to verbally, through the power of his
intellect, stare down the flames. There are certain flows of
energy that only run in one direction, in the 3-D world that is.
I fear to think what kind or perverse mood Life was in when it
came up with that phrase.
Why is it not that simple? It’s because you’re not being
good to yourself. It’s because you don’t look after number one.
It’s because you believe that anything that runs on a given track
in the 3-D world will eventually come back on that track. You
believe, whether you know it or not, that there is such a thing
as psychology; that you are all wound up, like a big ball of
confusion and all you have got to do is unwind it and get back to
the pristine state you started in, with a beginning and an end.
You believe the train will come back on the track it left on,
that man invented the laboratory and the chemicals and if you
intimidate them with your stern voice, they will fall into line
like you want them to. You believe your internal states are of
much more complex importance than just a product of how you take
care of yourself. Once you get a real glimpse of what This is
all about you’re just going to die and Life arranges things so
people like me are never around when someone else sees it, but
there is no better description than that you are just going to
die.
All right, one last thing. I want to point out a curious
thing about “love” that happends in the city in relationships
between people. There is a kind of dual relationship that has
never been analyzed and that can point you in more important
directions than simply looking at your city problems anew. There
are two different relationships that a couple ordinarily have:
the first one is the particular way one person feels about the
other in their presence and the other is the way one feel about
the other in their absence, that is, their memory feeling of
them. Memory feel does not take a great expanse of horizontal
time; it can just be in the moment or two that it takes your
mate to go in the kitchen and get a glass of water. What people
do not realize, and what is not taken into account is that often
one of these appears to be a positive feel and the other a
negative one — about the same person — and the only difference
being whether they are in the immediate vicinity at the time or
not. It is like two separate relationships and you flip back and
forth between them as fast as the other person can walk in and
out of the room. One of them can apparently be in direct
conflict with the other, and it goes undiagnosed. It can produce
a kind of noxious situation. It’s alright in the city, and is
nothing unusual. But you should suspect if you find some
validity in you, in your own relationships that is it something
to look at quite seriously. It may be the kind of thing one
should put some distance between in order to see it better. Just
on what would appear to be the verbal logical basis, you should
see that there is something very curious, very sticky, if not
stinky here. It has widespread pertinence or I wouldn’t mention
it. Just look. It can also be seen with your parents and other
kin. Probably the first place to see it is in what appears to be
your sensual sexual love relationship with another person. You
will find that in everybody in every relationship there is a
great potential for this to be true. There are two separate
relatioships going on including everything in toto: not just the
way that you think you’re thinking, but the whole relationship.
Here is your chance to see the underbelly of the city, the hidden
areas behind the fences and the sewers of the city plotted here
that nobody else would even think to look into.
Well, having successfully now landed us on a place that is
quite solid, pretty mundane, having brought you all back down to
earth, everybody back in their reasonable sensual mode of
understanding where you are, being able to orient yourself, spot
the wind, know north from south, know that god’s still one his
throne and all’s right with the world and that the republicans
are still in office and to know that it’s good to be a pusher
instead of a pushee; having brought everyone successfully back so
that we can leave you here at the gate, maybe it was just a
small unexpected trip into some kind of a 4-D Disneyland, but
here it is, the tape’s running out and we know what time it is.
There’s food in the other room, we can always go home and turn on
the TV, even better than Alke Seltzer. You know that relief,
reality that is, is just a step away, as soon as the tape gets
over. It’s good that we can have some of these chats about
everday problems, I am so delighted that I could be of some small
potential help; the benefit of my great experience and my
learning, and education. I’m humbly glad that I could be of some
small benefit with your personal problems. I know I’ve been a
lot of help with mine, haven’t I?