Everyone Works for Life Until Their Purpose Is Terminated
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#577 Nov 29, 1989 – 1:05
Notes by TK
Kyroot to :05. More on aggression as compensation. Anyone’s criticism of you is Life saying indirectly of your position, what chemical components are needed to complete that present position.. But Life doesn’t wire people up to heed criticism or else things could come to a halt. All energy flow is aggressive, flowing in to compensate/fill vacuum; electrical negative flows to positive but your toaster feels it as aggression, upsetting agitation. The Real Revolutionist can, by accepting/heeding criticism, ground himself and then abandon same.
Men only mutter about, remember, create mystiques about their failures, not their victories. Man is arranged to never be the clear-cut victor in any activity; ambiguity reigns, thus ensuring a continuous dialogue and ferment. Periodically Life even needs to remind itself of victories to preserve its gains—thus the warning cries against reunification of Germany. The time for This Thing is always now, not after some clear-cut victory in your ordinary life you believe will permit undivided revolutionary effort, or you will wait until death overtakes…like the rest of humanity.
If you receive extraordinary info and then not become extraordinary you tend to lose it. Any act that is even only sometimes in accord with such info qualifies as an extraordinary act, making you extraordinary at that instant. Acting extraordinary is proof of extraordinary info.
Everyone is toiling in secret, unknown collusion with each other; we all support one another constantly in efforts on behalf of the “absentee ballroom impresario”. Everyone is working for Life until their purpose is terminated.
Try combining the two “weapons” for deflecting inquiry given previously: “I have no comment at this time” and “possibly”, into “I have no comment at this time, but if I did, it would be ‘possibly’.”
And Kyroot Said…
Heard this one guy recently say that he looked on his
ordinary mental operations as sort of a “Boy Scout Brain” —
adequate enough to help you across the street, but generally
geared to the needs of a twelve year old.
For certain types of parties, the people of this one planet
would mark their invitations, “B.Y.O.B” — Bring Your Own Brains.
The apprentice nephew of one ole sorehead tried his wimp-o
wings by remarking, “Some places have rats, others have
interviewers.” Keep up the good work, kid.
In this life, on this world, anything can happen — except
that men can be sure of “one thing.”
Terrifying Terrestrial Tip Number Sixteen: Remember, it’s
never too late to not cry over anything.
This one somewhat minimal dude says that after death he
hopes only to go to some place that celebrates a national,
“That’s The Kinda Guy I Am Day.”
If you can “give it up” (even if it doesn’t seem very
important) you should do so for a little while, just for the hell
Ordinary people who insist that it’s extremely important to
“know oneself” are just trying to forestall the inevitable.
Near the debris belt of this one planet someone once
remarked to an apparent revolutionist explorer that, “I don’t
think you are totally human.” And our man said, “Why, thank
Under three dimensional conditions there is a long view and
a short view of history. In the short one, men are seen as
having moved about events to cause the recalled results. Same is
true for the long view.
A group of creatures seriously intent on being a group
should be seriously avoided at all intellectual crosswalks. (In
individual cases sometimes the light can be against you even when
it’s your turn.)
The Ultimate Indignity: To be unknowingly introduced to
A ruler once said to his dog, “Ah, I do so cherish our
friendship.” And the pup replied, “Our relationship is really
one of the dominant with the submissive.” And the master said,
“I prefer to think of it as friendship.” And the dog said,
“That’s the benefit of being the dominant — you can think of
it any way you like.”
Only the dying fear excitement.
An intellect without vistas wider than words is too
This one traveler used to like to pull up his head, turn off
his feet, back up to the bar and say, “It’s not how fast you say
something, but how fast you pretend you didn’t say it.”
An upholstered mind is a peaceful mind.
On one earth-like planet, I heard a chap say that he’d
reached such a level of maturity and understanding that he didn’t
much care what Life does anymore as long as it doesn’t try to
sell him something.
It would truly be a sad state if nineteen could only be
followed by twenty.
A body with no leader ain’t got nobody.
577CAT 11/29/89 Copyright 1989 J.M. Cox
Let’s start out this evening with a semi‑rhetorical question. As I have mentioned before, someone involved in this kind of activity should be able to turn to themselves and ask: Why in the world would you put up something that annoyed you unless that something was absolutely essential to supporting life? Why would you do anything you didn’t want to do if it wasn’t really necessary?
I may say that is a rhetorical question, but your nervous system might still beg for some kind of answer. So I shouldn’t just leave it hanging‑‑I’ll go ahead and answer the question, “Why would I put up with anything that I don’t truly enjoy or like if it’s not absolutely necessary?”
There is an answer, and the answer is that you do it so you’ll be ordinary, and live an ordinary life. (I just wanted to clear that up.)
Tonight I am going to talk further about criticism. Consider what is called “criticism” that one entity has for another; “criticism” of one institution for another, one person for another. Criticism should be seen, not simply as some form of aggression, but as an attempt by the critic‑‑the apparent aggressor‑‑to compensate for the perceived flaws in whatever he is criticizing.
Now, see if you can expand this description. Can you consider that “criticism” directed toward you is a kind of unrecognized, unnoticed detailing by Life of what would be required to complete your position‑‑that is, “you.” Life is pointing out what energies, what chemical combinations are presently lacking in your position. (Notice, I did not say lacking in you.)
Don’t take such criticism personally. Rather, Life is commenting on the job position, the job description, you hold. Life (being the actual internal source of all criticism, no matter what the external source appears to be) is telling you what it would take to perfect‑‑to “wrap up”‑‑your position in the area in which you’re being criticized. In other words, Life’s describing what would short you out, ground you out, wrap you up in the position you presently hold. Meanwhile, the criticism seems to you to be a form of aggression directed at you by some institution or some other person, or even by fate.
Can you see that criticism is set up to function the way it does because Life doesn’t actually want anyone to heed criticism? Wouldn’t that explain a lot vis a vis the general lack of change, the infrequency of people “taking” criticism‑‑not necessarily in a good‑hearted way, but hearing such advice and at some future date apparently responding by changing?
This is another example of the intellect making things larger than they are. People continually criticize other people for not “taking” prior criticism. You run into a friend at a bar: “What are you doing still drinking? If I recall, I was the one who took you to the doctor that time you were so sick and he told you to quit drinking.” Your friend say,” Yeah…” and then you can criticize him for not having taken criticism.
In this secondary area, the intellect makes criticism bigger by expanding it into criticism of how infrequently people heed criticism. But, can you see that from one view, Life doesn’t want people to actually heed criticism? Because, from an operational standpoint, when you receive criticism, Life is (through human mouthpieces) telling you more about your job description. This is the energy exchange Life has set up: part of how criticism works is Life has made sure that people won’t heed it.
Life is not addressing you personally, but addressing your position. In the Corporation of Life, instead of being number “.0276590‑Subassistant Vice President of Janitorial Affairs of a Public Works Building Not Under the Control of the Office of Budget and Management,” your job description is “Gotlieb Exavier Umwelt,” or whatever you name is. Life doesn’t address you, but the purpose you’re serving; it’s Life telling you, indirectly, that in your present position completion (or “perfection” for you three‑dimensional thinkers) would be effected if you acted on the criticism. (But do you understand, that would put an end to whatever flow of energy is going on in that one little area being criticized. Life’s churning things up, pushing and growing in that area. If you indeed heeded the criticism, all that would stop.)
“Dear Mr. Gotlieb Umwelt: Do you realize that you have continued to drink after the doctors told you drinking would be suicide, but you have also been arrested seventeen times, lost your job and your family’s living in the streets.” Look at all the energy being transferred, all the things Gotlieb’s drinking influences: his family’s all upset; his wife’s family is upset; the bank has to foreclose on his house; the local government and state become involved. In other words, he’s fulfilling a position by being the 10004th drunk in a certain place at a certain time.
Criticism points all this out‑‑but if he heeded the criticism, what would happen? (Forget health, the welfare of the family and all ideas of morality. Look at this mathematically‑‑look at the energy balance involved.) If he heeded the criticism, all these energy transfers would cease.
If Life really wanted people to heed criticism, once something this obvious was pointed out, the person would go, “My god!” and would reform. That would be the end of that. Gotlieb would quit drinking, go get two jobs and try to recover his house and family.
Forget the words for a minute: forget the description of a man being a drunk and losing a house and family. Try to see lines of energy, the circulation of energy within Life’s body and the purpose this man is serving by being in the position of a drunk.
Criticism varies in regards to your position, that is, in regards to how seriously you react to the criticism. But all forms of criticism that get your attention are, from one view, aggression. But if you want another view, ALL transfers of energy are a form of aggression. When you turn on your toaster in the morning and electricity runs to it, don’t you think your toaster says under its breath, “Hey, hey, ease up here! I’ll brown your damn bread, you don’t have to burn my ass up!” Don’t you think all small appliances look on AC/DC as being somewhat pushy? Once the toast is brown, it pops up and the current cuts off. Then, from the toaster’s view, the aggression from the current has stopped. It’s position of toasting bread to number three degree of brown is fulfilled. The toaster is back to being what? Out of action, unconscious, non‑operational. In that same way, if you immediately acted on all criticism, you would be a cul‑de‑sac; you’d be non‑operational, just sitting there doing nothing. Hence, Life doesn’t really want people to heed criticism. Whenever they do, that’s the end of that transaction and Life goes on to something else.
Notice how in the three‑dimensional, secondary world, criticism is grist for the mill of more criticism: self‑ criticism, criticism by one person for another, social criticism. These transactions constitute an unrecognized growth in Life’s body which human intelligence views as a flaw. “We know what the problems are, why can’t we correct them all?” If we could “correct” them, humanity would go the way of the dinosaurs.
If an ordinary person could take some apparent criticism of and act on it straightforwardly, that would be suicide (if he could do it). It would amount to self‑destruction (if he could do it). There is one other way that you could look at this, though: IF you were not ordinary, and IF you understood something about criticism, you individually could begin to use criticism, no matter what kind.
Somebody points out, “Gosh, are you dumb.” And you say, “Could you be more specific?” Or maybe they bring in a chorus of people, and they all agree, “Boy are you dumb.” And you say, “Well, could I have more specifics?” and they chorus, “Well, none are necessary, you’re just dumb!” Then they leave and you’re mad. Then, if you were a real explorer ‑‑ there’s a chance of you moving to a new building site within your own nervous system. You can do something with that criticism As strange and vague as it may seem to have someone tell you that you’re dumb ‑‑ for revolutionary purposes, you don’t need to know “how” you’re dumb, if the criticism makes you mad.
If you’re a Real Revolutionist, you could act on that. Ordinary people can’t ‑‑ they’re not supposed to. You could act and, in a sense, ground yourself out vis a vis whatever the position was you were serving in ordinary life. And right there ‑‑ at that one point, in that one position ‑‑ Life would be through with you. Then, you could abandon that spot. You COULD leave behind something that seemed very important, very annoying to you. (If it wasn’t, you wouldn’t have responded to the criticism.) Remember, if you can ground it out, you can walk away from whatever it is, individually. But it won’t be on the basis that “Well, I improved myself.” No you didn’t. You freed
See if you can find a connection between this description of criticism and the fact that only the losers develop a mystique about the war. Only the losers write ballads and tell tales about the battles they lost. In our time and place a good example is the American Civil War The South carries on memorials, museums and endless folklore about the war, whereas up north, you almost never hear it mentioned.
The significance of this to an individual is that, within you, you only mutter on and on about failures ‑‑ your failures (by your own perception; we’re not talking clinically or objectively). You mutter about the losses you believe you have incurred in life ‑‑ your “failures,” your “personal shortcomings.” (Now some of you, once you hear this, should think: “This is so obvious, why haven’t I ever thought about this?”)
Nobody mutters to himself about the Union army. It’s always, (at least metaphorically, for those of you above the Mason Jar‑Dixon Line), about the Confederate cause. That is, every time you have lost a battle, every time you have failed. I’m describing the continuing memory people have of their perceived losses. You never mutter about the times when, for whatever reason, you not only stop some bad habit ‑‑ you STOP IT. (I mean those times, somewhat alien to ordinary people, when if someone asked “How’d you quit?” you’d have to say, “I just quit.”) In such a case, you stopped it, and then you walked away and forgot about it. You don’t ever think about it again unless somebody says, “Here, have a drink. By the way, you haven’t been drinking lately, what happened?” Then you realize, “Oh, I forgot. I don’t drink anymore.” You do not mumble about your victories.
To “just stop it” is not standard, ordinary operating procedure for ordinary people But enough of you have experienced this to understand: The victors do not create a mystique; the victors of any war do not go around talking about the war. At the end of the war, the victors say, “All right, do you give up once and for all?” The losers say, “Yeah.” Then the victors leave. They say, “Clean up, turn out the lights, put things in order and don’t do this again.” And they walk off and forget about the war.
When you have, even at a 3-D level, actually done something, you don’t ever think about it. The victors have no mystique. Can you see the connection between that and Life not actually wanting people to heed criticism? Within the human nervous system, there is no such thing as a clear‑cut victory, ordinarily. That is not a natural occurrence. Life is not arranged such that there are clear‑cut, routine conclusions to internal struggles. Thus, all the dreams people have of, “Boy, I wish I could satisfy my mind, improve myself, patch up all these flaws in me,” could only be resolved by death. The idea that ordinary people are going to come to a meaningful conclusion in any area is fallacious.
Notice, in our day and time, the popularity of support groups. Alcoholics Anonymous, Children of Alcoholics Anonymous, In-laws of Children of Alcoholic Parents, Cross‑Dressers Anonymous, Wives of Cross‑Dressers Anonymous Support Group. The point is not to criticize these groups. The point is that someone who stands up each week at an AA meeting to give a testimonial is not someone who has concluded his battle with drinking. “My name is Fred, I’m an alcoholic, but I haven’t had a drink in seven years.” If the Fred who wanted to stop drinking had truly dominated the Fred who didn’t want to, he wouldn’t have to go to any meeting. Do you understand, Fred’s battle with alcohol was not a clear‑cut victory? Fred may have quit drinking, physically, but there was no conclusion to the battle.
Let’s say the drinking side of Fred was represented by the German army. When Fred goes to an Alcoholics Anonymous meeting and says, “It’s been seven years since I’ve had a drink,” all that amounts to is it’s been seven years since the Germans fired a shot at Fred. But he’s still out there in the trenches. Your country–that is you, your nervous system–still has part of its resources tied up out there on the battlefield. And they may have been there for seven years, that may be true; maybe the Germans haven’t fired a shot or even thrown a rock in all that time. (Well, maybe a rock, that time you almost fell into a punch bowl on New Year’s eve.) But even though they haven’t fired at you in seven years, you’re still out there, with your loins girded, your little helmet on, waiting out there.
Once I point this out, you should be aware of the fact that apparently “out there” in Life, in ordinary circumstances, a version of this permeates the general scheme of Life. This knowledge is reflected in Life talking, through man, to the winners, the victors in war, and telling them: “Listen, you can’t forget what happened in that war!” This goes on all the time. In our time and place it’s going on with regard go Vietnam. It is normally only good for the last war.
Here’s another example, circa 1990: Already history is telling the general European community–Life has voices coming through Belgium, England, France, saying, “Wait a minute! We can’t forget what happened with the Germans in World War II. Because we forgot after World War I, and look what happened!” Life is reminding itself, admitting, that the victors don’t have to have a memory. The victors don’t build up a mystique around the war–they wander off and forget about it. So every now and then, Life has to say, “Hey…” There’s no need to remind the losers. I assure you the Germans have some mystique about the last world war. You don’t have to know what the particular stories are: all you have to have is people mad about losing and you have the makings of a mystique. And all losers are always mad.
The winners go off and forget; the losers go off and don’t forget. But notice, Life periodically reminds the winners, to try to jog their memories. It’s the old thing about “Those who don’t remember history are condemned to repeat it.” Yet, remembering what happened doesn’t ever seem to stop three-dimensional repetition; it doesn’t stop the same thing from happening again and again.
One point to this is that ordinarily, on every level, there seems to be some kind of battle going on. It used to be called the battle between “good and evil”; now it’s called the battle between “conscious and subconscious,” between “humane and inhumane,” “civilized and uncivilized.” But it’s a struggle for the nervous system just the breathe, to get air in, to get air our; to pump blood through the body. Life is always some kind of struggle, aggression: that’s the nature of 3-D existence.
Yet there are no clear-cut finalities, like there were in World War I and II. If anything, the general condition vis a vis a dreamed-up conclusion with most people would be like the Vietnam conflict. America (in our case) eventually just left–and who knows what happened. But people believe there should be some kind of clear victory. When the doctor tells you to quit drinking it doesn’t count if you just slack off.
“You’re going to die if you don’t quit drinking.” “Well, what if I cut my drinking in half?” “No.” “Well, I’ll go this far, I’ll cut out 80 percent of my drinking, how’s that?” “You’re going to die if you drink again.”
Man seems driven to look for some total victory, somewhere. It doesn’t happen, but no one is satisfied with that. It is part of the driving force in humanity to seek a full victory. If you try to rub an ordinary person’s intelligence in this, he might begin to admit, “Well, you’re right.” But the realization would serve no purpose.
Ordinary people need to talk about it. They need to admit, “Yeah, I failed again.” They need support groups, interviewers. Or, if they apparently are winning, they at least need the kind of support group where you can go and say, “I’m an alcoholic and I haven’t had a drink in seven years, but…”
After World War II, the allies didn’t have to keep getting back together once a week to say, “Boy, did we beat those Germans?” The allies, the winners, don’t have to remember; they don’t have to remind each other. It is not native to the energy balance of human life for that to occur.
The possible individual use of that, among other things, if for you to realize what the native, unrecognized condition of the human nervous system is, so that you’re not walking around disturbed by it. There’s no point in walking around thinking, “Well, I’ve yet to get things straight in my own ordinary affairs so I can press on with This.” There is nothing to straighten out; there is no possible clear-cut victory in ordinary affairs–unless you go ahead and commit suicide. If you want to, that ‘s your business. But this side of death, there is no satisfactory conclusion to your internal war. (And your internal war is not your personal war–it’s everybody’s war. If you’re alive, you’re involved in some kind of conflict.) You’re dancing correctly, you’re toiling in the proper vineyard in Life. But to be concerned (as you’re supposed to be, if you’re ordinary) over not only “are there no clear-cut victories in my life yet?” but also, “and sometimes I don’t even feel like I’m upset enough about that.”
As that great philosopher, Ronald Reagan, once said: “There you go!” You’ve got the ball and you’re still running. If Life had any occasion to notice you individually, Life would say, “There, there, you little trooper you!” You are winning one for the Gipper. You’re all upset, running around in circles, and alive, alive ho!
I recently commented that if you learn something extraordinary and you do not become extraordinary, you tend to lose it; you tend to forget what you learned. Several people asked me to comment further about that. First, if you do not become extraordinary after having learned something extraordinary. By “extraordinary,” I’m not inferring something such as being able to walk on water, fly through the air or raise the dead, or even to be able to speak in a coherent manner with Noah Webster (which they say was not that simple an affair even when he was viable). Let me tell you what was intended by “extraordinary” in this case: simply being able to fulfill some of the related functions based on the new information you learned. That is extraordinary.
Withal (and withal junior), notice how in the ordinary historical and even the contemporary affairs of man there is a continuing belief in astounding mystical information. But when people find what they believe is extraordinary information, does it have mystical and astounding consequences? At the ordinary level at which Life operates with ordinary people, when they find what they consider to be some secret information, it never has any kind of extraordinary effects. And I just told you why, if you were listening. It’s not supposed to.
Yet continually, you hear stories about some guy who went on a journey to Little Rock or Cat-Man-Doo and found this book that contained secret information. “I read about that, and yes, indeed, that was extraordinary! I didn’t think an ordinary person would be able to find out such secrets, but he found that book and translated it.” “Ok, where is the person now?” “Well, he’s back home, about like he was before.” The man may have published a book and been interviewed several times, but he hasn’t really changed. Even information perceived as extraordinary does not have extraordinary effects on people.
So consider again what I mean by saying if you learn something extraordinary and do not become extraordinary, you tend to lose what you learned. Whatever the initial effect was–whatever the power was–has a specific inclination to take a hike. Really “becoming extraordinary,” in this case, would be this un-ordinary occurrence: that you learned something extraordinary and then, in the area where the new information was pertinent, wherever that might be, sometimes operated on the basis of, in light of, this new information you learned. That is extraordinary.
That does not normally occur on this planet, because if it did, you’d have a case of a temporary completion of something. In other words, the information would be moot, useless, as far as Life’s concerned. Because all that information did was temporarily shut you off.
I want to continue with something I mentioned last time we met. Not only is everyone now dancing in “the ballroom” working for an absentee ballroom impresario, but everyone–the tall, the short, the loud, the shy, the pushy, the reticent, friends, enemies–is working, toiling in unknown collusion with everyone else. No matter what fissionable camps you divide humanity up into (because I about covered that by saying apparent friends and enemies), everyone is in the employ of the same, unseen, out-of-town (to say the least) employer. You cannot get off this planet (at least none of you know how). You’re not going to leave the solar system; you’re not going to escape the universe. You’re not even going to leave this ballroom.
No one can escape the factory in which they toil. And the factory is putting out a product. (From a 3-D perspective, it might be called a service, but that might bedazzle ordinary intelligence so let’s don’t worry about the distinction.) Just consider that this operation has a gross product (or service). So everyone in the factory is working in unrecognized collusion to produce something.
All of you should be past the point of listening to your own old intelligence say, “Well wait a minute. Some people aren’t. The Germans periodically have these fits and then they’re obviously not working for the common good of all of Life.” Thinking that way only proves you have no more intelligence than that which you criticize. You don’t understand what you’re thinking; you don’t know that is so. Because it’s not so.
If, indeed, something inside the factory becomes less than effective for Life’s use, Life hands out not a pink slip but a dinosaur slip. And you suddenly realize, “I’m fossil material.” Life does not fool around. Life doesn’t come down and say, “Listen, we have a program here to try and rehabilitate workers who are falling down on the job.” There is no rehabilitation program, when you walk around the corner from the 3-D world, if you’re not fulfilling your purpose. It won’t be up to you. If Life is through with whatever purpose you’re serving, if you are now a dinosaur, Life won’t have to send out for somebody to fire you, call down a comet to wipe you out or spend hundreds of years on some kind of ice age to slowly kill you off. Life goes “Zipppp!” and dinosaurs are yesterday’s news. So it’s not a matter of your boss coming in saying,”Your work is not up to par, I think we’ll retrain you.” Or, “We’re going to talk to all you dinosaurs and get a dinosaur support group going.”
Everybody in the factory is in unrecognized collusion. I just wanted to repeat this, because this is going to start sneaking up on some of you–that’s my prediction. And you’re going to find that I gave a fair description when I said this is staggering, once you begin to see it. I don’t mean staggering in some theoretical or vaguely religious or spiritual way. I mean it’s staggering to realize this is not theoretical. It is astounding to realize that even those apparently at loggerheads– even apparent “friends” and “enemies,” those who seem to be drooling with aggressive anticipation for each other’s jugular veins–are in secret collusion and don’t know it.
I repeat (this is not a really a three-dimensional statement, though it may sound like one): Wouldn’t that explain a lot?? (Of course, if you had at least four-dimensional intelligence, you’d have to respond, “Nope. That explains damn near everything.”) At least in the three-dimensional world, that explains everything that nobody else can explain; that explains all ordinary 3-D intelligence could never explain: Everybody is working in the same universe, inside the same factory. Or, if you prefer: Everybody’s in the same ballroom, dancing at the pleasure and for the profit of the same absentee impresario.
At the 3-D level you can’t see the product; you can’t see the absent owner. But there’s obviously somebody. You didn’t build the ballroom. Somebody did–and for some purpose. You’re just going to have to assume that the dance hall or factory is making somebody a profit, even though you don’t know how. You can’t figure what’s going on. But everybody there is fulfilling some specific purpose, even those that might be hollering, “To hell with ballrooms!” or those that say, “Profit is the enemy of the people and we should burn down all factories!” It doesn’t matter what they’re doing or saying. Unless they get their dinosaur slip and that’s the end of them.
There have always been voices of dissent. If you still think that’s proof that we’re not all working for the same absentee owner, you’re–well, I hate to say “hopeless”–but if you’re in life, if you’re alive, you’re in unrecognized collusion with everybody else, even if you’re yelling “Burn it down!” What other choice is there? Stretch your little 3-D intelligence for a second (I’m not being sarcastic–it’s almost impossible to stretch this way). Ask yourself, “When I feel like ‘to hell with Life,'” isn’t some purpose being served by that? There is a purpose being served, or you wouldn’t be doing it. When you begin to see this is when you start to think, “That doesn’t just explain a lot–that explains the whole ball game.”
I’m going to give you a gift. This is a combination of two things I presented to you in the past as revolutionary weapons. The first one is the comment that “I have no comment at this time.” The second is another method I gave, that if you had any response to something, your general response should be, “Possibly.” When asked about anything, “What do you believe?” “What will you do?” you answer would be, “Possibly.”
Now consider combining those two into this more up-to-date weapon: “I have no comment at this time, but if I did, it would be ‘possibly,’ ‘it’s possible.'”
(although at the 3-D level you can’t see the product
[(“We’re all gods little children,” “We’re all doing the best we can.” That’s not true. That’s your criticism. That’s Life, in one part of its body, saying to another part that “you’re not up to snuff,” speaking energy-wise.) But saying these people are not fulfilling their function is nothing.]