A Real Revolutionist’s Private Agenda is Private
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Jan Cox Talk #332 * Apr 11, 1988 * – 1:33
Notes by TK
A Real Revolutionist‘s private agenda is private; his own and not subject to the actions of others.
To have an agenda contingent upon the behavior of others means doing nothing. The actions of others are of no consequence to a Real Revolutionist – therefore he will not engage in gossip.
A Real Revolutionist should evaluate his possessions according to whether they are useful, or if not useful, beautiful. Possessions are not in some way evil – but why own anything not useful or beautiful? There can be a real attraction and satisfaction to a ―stripped down existence; stripped down to only those things you like, for instance.
Kyroot messages, though inclined to tickle, are more than comedic one liners. Just because something is funny doesn’t mean it‘s a joke.
Reading of Kyroot papers from last year 0:16 -> 0:40.
Paradigm presentation from 0:40 -> 1:33
The ordinary seek refuge in the mountains and forests, while
the Few need never leave home.
Most forms of ordinary, mortal love resemble domination
After a somewhat slow and uncertain start, humbug and
balderdash are, however, gaining fast.
Again, you ask, “What is all of this?” …again, you ask?
Well, try this one on: To do that which is extraordinary and
ofttimes extraordinarily useless.
A “real person” (that is, my-kinda-anthropoid) would be one
who could keep a diary and never use the word “I.”
A routine optimist is one who seems to believe that the
obvious and inevitable may be at least postponed.
Poets have sung thusly: “I have seen the nature of good and
of beauty, and joy engulfs my mind.” Prophets have said, “I have
seen the face of evil and of pain and sadness floods my soul,”
but where is one who has given any notice to the four-dimensional
frame that holds such pictures?
The ordinarily religious speak often of the “enemy” and
curse him, while the Few mention him rarely and then with deep,
The frustration of being an ordinary philosopher is that
one’s voice never seems to carry above the noise of the stomach
and the smell of rust on neurons.
The so-called “grace of the gods” is not man’s greatest
comfort — that is the job of habit.
It has been said that “Our life is what our thoughts have
made it.” …O.K., but who made “our thoughts”? …O.K., who
made us? …O.K., who made “our life”? (And all you can say is,
“What time does the next bus REALLY leave?”)
All gods look pretty ominous right up to the last minute.
It has been said that “Nothing is evil that is in accord
with nature,” but what keen eye can truly perceive the UN-natural
(or worse yet, its source)?
You shall know the truth (and it will be charged to your
account at some unexpected and inopportune future date).
Some banal prophet once said, “The existence of the devil
can only be doubted by those under the influence of the devil.”
(Guess the ole three legged race trips you up about there, eh
It has been said that no one can tell the whole, complete
truth about themself, no matter how sincere they are and no
matter how long they take, and I say, Who Cares — and Thank God!
The many seek their own conclusions while the Few pursue an
Men who deny the gods on the basis of their failure to see
“common sense” governing human life do not understand that common
sense would be the least of a god’s attributes.
Some have said, “You must suffer to be noble.” …(And that
seems to explain it, does it?)
If you are not ultimately driven by ideas “original” to you,
your middle name is still “many.”
I once read where a human wrote, “If man is truly a
reflection of god, then god must be a coward, an idiot and a
liar,” and he was 1/3 correct, by Jimminy.
The many seem to dream of returning to a nonexistent past
while the Few strive to go forward into nowhere.
The Real Revolutionist would be he who would not bow even to
the laws of mathematics.
Cow shit is truth to a corn field, rotted meat enlightenment
to a possum.
It if’s not your habit, it’s barbarous.
Much of mortal talk is an unrecognized form of adjusting
oneself to the inevitable.
A would-be social critic once stated, “All aggression is
taught,” but he failed to identify the extra-universal college
from whence originates such instruction.
If reality and the truth had but one face, man would be the
genus “genius”; if it had but two faces, we would all go free;
but that’s as it now stands — your passes are only good for
Tuesday and that’s the very day the House of Mirrors is closed.
The many label as “miraculous” that which they don’t
understand, while the Few do just the opposite.
One possible slogan for the Real Revolutionist would be:
“Moderation is ultimately insufficient.” (The words could be
also applied to the ordinary if they were then understood to mean
that “moderation” does not offer the necessary spark of
A REAL REVOLUTIONIST’S PRIVATE AGENDA IS PRIVATE
Copyright (c) Jan M. Cox, 1988
Document: 332, April 11, 1988
I want everyone to fully realize that a Real Revolutionist’s private agenda, his dance card, is in no way linked to the actions of anyone else. This is a little tricky. This does not mean that he must engage in some form of stubbornness. Nor does it mean that he is continually having to create new dance steps to make up for other people’s actions. To illustrate what it does mean, let’s take this example: A Real Revolutionist would not talk about other people. In other words, he would not participate in anything that even resembles gossip. He would not gossip, and that’s it. The actions of those around him, no matter where he was, would be of no consequence. He would not gossip. This is not a holding pattern. It is not even a continual improvisation regarding how to dance around the edges of this or how can to avoid that. It is simply that a Revolutionist’s agenda is his own and does not depend on the actions of others.
Now of course, the Real Revolutionist’s private agenda is not the going reality of the 3-D world. Ordinary consciousness is not wired up to deal in such agendas. That is not the way things are done in the City. Such an agenda is only the way things are dreamed of being done. For City folk it is still just a sweet dream that someone could even have such an agenda; that someone could be so driven that he would fly in the face of 10,000 drawn knives, or worse yet, 20,000 self-directed bad opinions.
A Revolutionist’s private agenda does not have anything to do with wrestling with anyone else. And a change in one’s private agenda is not determined by or tied to the behavior of others. The prevalent City-wide attitude, “I’ll change, but they’ve got to do their part,” does not hold true for a Revolutionist. For if your agenda is linked to the behavior of anyone else, you are not doing anything. You are still a sucker. And while we are all suckers in one sense, waiting in line to be slaughtered, if you link your agenda to others then you are still there with the rest of humanity, shuffling your feet, cursing the gods, not knowing which way change comes about.
Many people who become involved with an Activity such as this have a built-in dream schematic regarding possessions. There is a common, almost pleasant sensation that people get when they think, “Maybe I should just take most of the stuff I own, especially all these books I’ve been collecting for the last 20 years, and just throw this stuff away. Sometimes I begin to think that I don’t possess these books, they possess me.” Any of you who are fairly well read should know that this is not a new idea. And it has some validity. The reason I never responded to it much in the past is because I don’t normally deal with things that are already out in common currency in the City. But I do want to point out to you that a Real Revolutionist, that is, a fictitious reasonably insane person, should ask himself, ” What am I doing owning anything that is not either useful or beautiful to me?” At that point you would be within your rights to scrutinize your possessions, no matter what spurred you to purchase them in the first place. Forget all that. Look at your possessions. You’ve got them indoors so that they won’t rust or get hit by lightening or get stolen. They are your possessions which you paid for either through time, money or effort. Now can you look at some of your possessions and say, “This is no longer useful. I do not use it. I haven’t used in the last 10 years, and can’t foresee using it again — why do I have it?”
If a possession is not useful, it should be beautiful. Whether it’s a painting, a piece of sculpture, a stained glass, it should be something that you personally like. You should not need an audience or a critic to come tell you whether it’s good or not. You simply find it beautiful.
I repeat: there is some validity to the feeling and the reality of monks and those in religious orders giving up sex, talk and all their worldly possessions. It rightfully has some appeal to City folk, but I don’t discuss it a lot because it is so easy for people to interpret that as, “I should just abandon everything.” Then you are just one step from believing that all possessions in some way are evil. It’s not that they are evil; it’s that your having them is dumb if they are not either useful or beautiful to you.
There is a way in which a Real Revolutionist should get himself stripped down, so that he could find out that he can do without a lot of Life’s so-called goods. There is a certain real attraction to being stripped down to the bare minimum. That doesn’t mean that you have to do without. Instead, how about if you only did with that which you liked? Let’s say you like books, and you don’t find them offensive or burdensome, then collect them. If you like music, and part of your hobby involves protecting this old tube Macintosh tuner that you’ve had for 20 years — if you like that, like it. But look around at all the rest of your stuff — furniture, clothes, power tools, books. Not just the things themselves, look at your relationship to these things. You think to yourself, “What do these other poor blind pigs around me think about me, and the way I’m dressed? Do I have the New York magazine rolled up and stuck in my pocket with the top up so that they can be sure and see what I’m reading?” In the City, everyone gets possessions in order to better their position. But remember, it’s still a position in a line to the inevitable slaughterhouse.
Now I’d like to mention something about Kyroot for those of you who may be reading this material for the first time. Kyroot is a guy who seems to know a lot and seems to transcend all limits of time and space. He sends these one-line messages generally, and occasionally sends a little story; and generally they are inclined to tickle. (Now don’t get any ordinary City notions that he’s someone who speaks to me from another planet or any other nonsense. He is my “altro voce.”) The purpose of using the Kyroot messages is not to set him up on the club circuit as a new comedian. I remind you: just because something is funny doesn’t mean it’s a joke. The purpose is as serious as what I do, but it is in a slightly different form, and by and large I have come to have some faith in him. I usually don’t comment on his one-liners and stories except indirectly. But I remind you again: just because it’s funny doesn’t mean it’s a joke.