AKS/News Item Gallery = jcap 1988-01-18 (0313)
Condensed AKS/News Items= See Below
Summary = See Below
Excursion / Task = See Below
Diagrams = None
Transcript = needs edit before posting ( Tneeded )
Keywords = Dominant submissive
Jan Cox Talk #313 ** Jan 18, 1988 ** – 1:34
Notes by TK
Kyroot reading to :11.
The dominant/submissive dynamic: submission occurs even by your fascination with articles on the rich and famous. Tyrants want to submit worse than ordinary people. This Thing can be seen as Life teaching a few people to submit to domination as little as possible. But note in the process that you must first submit to J.
Man the State with notoriously unsecured borders. Borders = extent of I; the recognition of I borders by Not-I neighbors; ability to defend same. Man as a cell in Life‘s Body unable to keep borders impenetrable; having no certain knowledge of exact location of boundary lines; and no real way to defend same (from invasive behavior of others) if such knowledge were certain. At the cellular level the only purpose is to find energy and expand it. This is the purpose of Life itself.
If it were otherwise, if the cells had knowledge of certain borders and were thus limited in what they could appropriate/use, all would collapse. Thus all man’s activity is in reaction to the reality of unsecured borders. There are apparently two modi of consciousness with voices corresponding to them: external and internal. The external voice is ‘events’ and the internal voice is cellular which seems to talk to you directly. Yet it is not the external voice that speaks to you at all; it is your internal cellular voice –your feelings, your reaction –about the supposed external event that speaks to you.
This is another Masterstroke of Life: it is a fact, literally, physically, that the cellular voice is all that counts, but this cannot be seen at the 3-d level although it is always taken to be the case in the form of aphorism and psychological truism (“it’s not what happens to you, but the way you feel about what happens that’s important”) i.e., external dictum/wisdom not a basis for everyday action. External events = almost a movie although with a terrific public relations department.
A Real Revolutionist should always be conscious of the slogan/reality “the world is big enough for everybody/everything”. This is a scientific, inevitable, always evident fact which when properly understood means nobody can then bother you. The cellular level has an absolute knowledge of this and constantly acts in accord with it. The Real Revolutionist has got to cooperate with this cellular action: extract energy from absolutely everything; render his borders absolutely permeable by abandoning all insistence on secure borders, releasing all attempts to resist.
Change and the definitively formulated dream as inaccessible, unrealizable. The cellular level can only consider as valid change what is a shift to a non-present condition; shift away from a present condition. But swapping of ends of the same thing (i.e., reform) is no such shift. Thus there is no real feeling of change; the reformer is puzzled by a feeling of “it isn’t enough” when his behavior has apparently changed to opposite direction.
Epilog. Excursion/task: to be added to the “Code of Conduct” for the “Look” method: look around every time you walk into a new room (change environments).
And Kyroot Said…
Although many in the City dream of extraordinary, temporary
states of awareness, the Real Revolutionist knows that it is the
everyday conditions in which we most live that are to be
All of the City’s historically accepted philosophies and
religions were imperfect in stating that “Man is ignorant of his
true nature,” which I tell you is untrue. Man DOES know what he
is, he just doesn’t like it much.
Those still even slightly bored can do the following:
Carpet your kitchen in black, and keep it clean by hand.
There is no me outside of we.
If, in the City, you can find anyone who doesn’t feel as
though they have been soundly cheated and betrayed, they probably
need their diapers changed.
I once heard it said about one chap that although he
“attempted” to traffic in intellectual goods, he ended up
dealing in remnants.
It is still claimed that one of Buddha’s great
granddaughters (you know, the little chubby one over in
Westport), attempted to produce her own “magnum opus,” but never
got any further than the title, “Deception: The Supreme Tool Of
Enlightenment.” (But, what-the-hey — let’s hear it for the
Why is it, humm?, that City folks seem only interested in
the matter, as they phrase it, of “The effect of consciousness on
our perception of reality.” Why not as promising an inquiry the
other way around?
O.k., o.k., my latest City vignette: As I was passing by a
rather grimy establishment with a sign saying “Free Transmission
Inspections,” I heard a voice arise from underneath a parked car
stating, “Yep, you got one.”
In being able to see routine Life as a kind of satire, the
Revolutionist recognizes that the silly is silly, and the serious
as well. What greater truth could you want?
Yesterday, it could’ve been, I read in the Big Town Gazette
about the “Son of a well-known official, born retarded, and who
died 19 years later at the age of 23.” Now, even for the City,
that’s stretching things a bit, don’t you think?
I believe I’ll un-tacit another silent precept that has
periodically been spotted hovering around the area where Bushes
meet the ditch. I’ll just repeat it for you once, then I think
we should let it fall back into soundless surveyance:
“Controlled violence is a noble art.” …Shhhhhhhhh…
You know, if Goethe were alive today, he’d have a thing or
two to say.
In the City, serious Scientists say they “Frame no
hypothesis not based on observed phenomena,” but the
Revolutionist, realizing that the People themselves observe
little to nothing, knows that any old idea he can come up with
that seems to explain some aspect of Life is about as good as one
that doesn’t. (Best keep THAT one on the “q.t.” also).
You know that little bookshop in the City I’ve mentioned
before? Well, something just seems to keep drawing me back, at
least to their window displays, and the last time I was by there,
they had a list posted out front giving the titles of recent new
releases. Are you ready? Can we bear it again? O.k., here’s a
few of the ones I can recall: “The Causes and Prevention of
Dermatitis and Popular Music.” “Social Progress and Personal
Development Through Dread.” “The Emergence of Modern Retrieval
Systems and The Shoddy Treatment of Poets.” “Recent Developments
In Multi-port Fuel Injection and Family Planning.” “The
Treatment and Cure of Modern Italian Literature.” “Early
Postcranial Arthritic Posture and Xmas Decorations You Can Make.”
“Gender Disorientation and The Care of Your Newt.” “The ABC’s of
Stress, and the XYZ’s of Ulcers.” “The Travels, Letters and
Opinions of Sir Douglas Clark and Some Other Guy.” “Commercial
Treaties, Reciprocity and Mating Patterns of Rock Drummers and
Rottweilers.” And lastly, “The Human Brain — BIG DEAL!” (There
were more, but I’ll pretend that’s all I can remember.)
Beware, the Nerf Balls of the mind.
No matter the zoning codes, or the limitations of
architecture, as far as a Real Revolutionist is concerned, all
the structures in the City are too low, squat, and earthbound.
Over near one of those so-called, “university buildings,”
I’ve heard it claimed that “To know a Man’s mind is to know the
Man,” which is like believing the sound of a tuba will reveal
John Phillip Sousa’s shoe size.
In the City you may be assured that those who warn that
everyone is a potential killer are themselves packing a blade,
(either in their pocket, or in their mouth).
The more that any two Men are considered experts the more
they will disagree on their subject. (Why is that, mama?)
Amazing Sequence Number What-Not: Do it twice and die, do
it thrice and grow numb, four times and tingling begins, repeat
once more and you’re “back to life” (at least by City
Standards). Remember: Even a fool can revive the dead.
And the poet sang out, “May my words last through eternity.
No? Well, may my words reveal eternity. No? Really? Then
listen, operator, this is ME calling, may I SPEAK to eternity?”
If you suddenly cry out to a group of people, “Hey, wanna
have some fun?”, the men will stop to consider their obligations
while the women will immediately light up and shout, “For sure,
for sure.” (Although some things aren’t all that much different
in the City, it still makes you glad to be a weenie.)
The Revolutionist knows that certain kinds of necessary
knowledge and experience can come only when one has lost one’s
The People are intimidated by the future.
I heard part of a lecture last Greenday, by the famous
Doctor Famous, and during a frenzy of words and waves he stated,
“There is now more than sufficient statistics to firmly suggest
that trying to “improve yourself” will not make your life any
better.” Heads up, y’all.
Don’t let the epigrammatic couplets of your childhood
misfortunes become the epic novel of your whole life… No,
that’s enough, down, Spot, down boy. don’t keep jumping up
getting those muddy problem prints all over my one clean suit.
An all night deli is a terrible thing to waste.
Heard this one from yet another “in-town,” in-a-lather
philosopher, he said, “I love the truth. I DEEPLY love the
truth, but not all at once, thank you.”
Everything’s everything else.
Come on, tell the truth, how can you stay mad at a Life that
has an oriental priest named, Cardinal Hymie Sin? O.k., if that
doesn’t get’cha how about that a scion of the world’s largest
cigarette producing families publicly presents himself as the
head of a stop-smoking clinic? If you don’t have a fresh water
sense of humor, Life will “tag you” whether you’re “it” or not,
(and you may get slapped even if you do).
Whilst waiting for Thursday in this plastic fern bar near
the college I heard a chap say, “It’s weird, it really is, but
every time I think of a truly important question I turn out to be