Jan Cox Talk 1505

If You Feel You Have Two Selves, You Perforce Feel Guilty


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#1505 – 10/25/95:
Notes by TK

Pre-adult age = desire for greater consciousness. Not so for post-adult age. The tacit feeling in men of division into two selves is the basis of all explanation/apology and guilt. All mystic endeavor amounts to study of self.

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1505 95110 10/25/95 Copyright J. M. Cox 1995 /tw


There was once born a man, heir to two estates;
his earliest days were spent on the first
and were filled with an abundance of simple, though satisfying pleasures,
but as he grew, he began to also spend time on the second,
during which he was exposed to even more complex entertainments.

He eventually found himself living pleasantly on them both simultaneously,
and yet, dissatisfied.
He could not say that the two original sites had not served him well,
and he had no serious, specific complaints with either, and yet…
he was still dissatisfied and longed for a new home —
even though he could not describe what it might be like,
nor imagine where he might find it.

Think on it: adequately served and entertained by his natural inheritance
while simultaneously dissatisfied therewith.


Local conditions one day stopped a man as he was strolling along and
demanded: “Are you on drugs?”
And the human replied:
“I’m thinking, aren’t I?”


All normal people sometimes feel as though they have forgotten something
that they one-time knew;
all ordinary people sometimes feel as though they have lost something that
they once possessed;
all everyday, sane, average, and reasonable people sometimes feel as though
they should be doing something else in addition to whatever it is
they’re now doing — even though they don’t know exactly what it might be.

…(Oh yeah, I know that other equally normal, ordinary men claim that
they know what it is that men can do to satisfy this feeling,
and yet [even though it seems impolite to say so],
everyone knows that the well-known ways don’t work.)

* * *

And now another episode in our continuing series
“It Could Never Happen Here”:

A man wrote a book — which became a best seller — in which he neither
carped nor complained.

Query: Might the real mind of a mystic read like a blank page?

* * *


There was once a man who was born inside of a tight pipe,
and as he grew he began to dream of being in a roomier one,
but as he made efforts in this direction
he eventually found himself inside a pipe more restrictive than the
original one.

* * *

From a nonsystemic view:
The preeminent problem of a life in a reality of finite, known dimensions
is that it is so entirely known and finite.

* * *


There was once a mythical order of knights who dreaded only nouns — never
verbs — and feared only words — never silence.


According to one legend,
life originally made “being alive” as serious for men
as it is for all other creatures,
but once it realized the trouble that man was going to present
(not being a finished product and all),
life gave him a sense of humor, which he immediately began to misuse by
taking it to be some sort of weapon to be used against others suffering
from a misplaced sense of seriousness.

An understanding of this situation can help untangle those ancient tales
regarding mystical warriors engaging in but one form of homicide:
…(And always with a chuckle.)

* * *


The natural sound of the wheels clicking as they roll along the tracks
can keep a passenger-going-nowhere
actually pretty pacified.


To try and get even,
one man described a mystic as:
“Someone who makes a big deal out of nothing.”


Once you fully realize the tenuous connection between what man thinks about
life and the reality of being alive,
it’s hard to take anything he thinks seriously anymore.


man has apparently made less than full use of his intellectual potential.
…’Tis comforting to see (perhaps) that history continues to be
faithful to the past.


There was once a mythical order of knights whose primary apprehension was
over comfort & confidence — not irritation & deviation.


To try and get even for people telling it that it talked to itself too much,
life created man.


Question: When it comes to the matter of “reasonable,”
what is a reasonable amount of time for it to take for a man to
weary of an uncontrollable radio signal he was born receiving?…

…Question Number Two: What is the reasonable length of time it should take
for a reasonable man to try and shut the thing off somehow?…
…and barring that, attempt to throw the damn thing out?

* * *

The true history of all real, mystical efforts has a most
sketchy and unreliable history
in that it attempts to follow a trail of feet attempting to first
stand on their own,
then to
stand on themselves,
and finally to
not stand where they now stand — continually!

* * *

That complex, unspecific, internal path trod by the few
is far too complex and unspecific to properly be called “a path.”

* * *


“The most pressing problem with the norm,” says one man,
“is its totally overwhelming and oppressive normalcy!”


There was once a mythical order of knights who eschewed only certainty —
never fluctuation and change of direction.


One chap pondered:
“Why does man so commonly feel as though he is somehow ‘trapped,’
when he has direct, free access to the whole universe?”

The men who first made a Mobius strip,
conceived of a Klein bottle,
and theorized over possibilities of greys between the black & whites
were all approximately an infinity behind reality.

* * *


Local conditions in one place,
to try and get even for what life had done to them by making them be
conditions, took it out on men in their care.


There is yet another peculiarity of the runaway-train-of-the-mind
which is that
while it is in this condition, it can find no humor in the condition.

And yet a further basis for cautioning the ordinary to “never slow down!”

* * *

A man wrote to the Piercing Doctor for advice:
“Dear Doctor, is it better for a man to try and speed up, or slow down? —
and in response to which ever way you may answer,
let me say in advance — why? — and — I don’t like it,
not one little bit!
Thank you for your time — I’ve got to go.

One of the numerous benefits of living in a herd is that you always know
what sounds you’re going to hear next.

* * *


To “get somewhere” (as they say)
in the collective world
requires that you do so (as they say)
“on someone else’s back.”
Only a transformed consciousness can be its own shoulders.


One man became more and more convinced that life was trying to
tell him something
outside the normal, systemic structure
if he could only shut up and hear it.

* * *

On a certain mythical battlefield,
the most distracting and disturbing sounds of warfare
were not the actual sounds the warfare made,
but were the sounds the warriors thought the warfare was producing.

* * *


One man says that the more he struggles with this kind of activity,
the more “uneasy” he seems to make himself.
…(He goes on to add: “But not, apparently, uneasy enough!”


The nonthinking creatures on one world,
to try and get even with life for creating them thusly,
did nothing.
…(See, the little humor being that they weren’t actually upset by
not being able to think. Funny, huh?)


Good Tip For Any Considering Abandoning The Mystical Liner

Once you’re back on shore,
pick back up on the idea of there being a
“great, secret, mystical brotherhood” physically existing somewhere.
…(Trust me, it’ll help you reacclimate to terra firma conditions.)


Warrior minds think not of the dead.


To try and get even for being so naturally lazy, one man tried to stop.


There was once a king who ruled his land with the aid of two forces:
One was the standing army that he had inherited from his predecessors,
and the other was a more-recently established civilian core run by his son.
And although he seemed to have more in common with and be closer to
one of the forces than the other,
both were equally necessary for the maintenance and defense of the kingdom.


As man began getting more and more upset and irritable, life one day said to
him: “Here, suck on this.”
And the man said: “What is it?”
And life replied: “Thought.”
And the man tried it and liked it and settled down considerably.


There was once a mystic
who, after several fits & starts,
found what seemed for him
the proper path,
and for many years, with vigor and certainty, he pursued this course,
all the while experiencing periodic successes.

But, as with all mystics worthy of their unpublished name,
the day came when his path seemed to have either
run out
or else had begun to circle back on itself.

Now to hear this tale told may at first sound upsetting,
if not outright discouraging,
but I assure you that to those who ever get this far in the journey —
it is not.

There was once a mystic
who, after many fits and starts,
found what was ultimately proper for him — The Way! —
a path with no name,
no certainty,
and no limitations based on it having a
described destination or official directions thereto.

* * *


Only the truest of warriors ever finds how to
cut off his own nose in service to his face.


All kingdoms & systems overlap.


To try and get even for being so inclined to be normal,
one man took the approach of trying-to-overdo-it.


One mystic’s business card read:
“Private Investigator Of The Mind — Complete Confidentiality Assured.
How Could It Be Otherwise?”

* * *


Only that truest of warriors ever discovers how to
cut his own throat without harming himself.


If you’re ultimately “not from another world,”
you’re ultimately not a mystic, nor enlightened in any way.


There was once a child
who, for his first several birthdays,
received simple, uncomplicated toys which gave him great pleasure.

Then as he grew older,
the gifts he received became more complex and challenging
and progressed to the point where he had enough,
and announced that he would no longer have additional birthdays,
and would thus accept no further bestowals.

When one man first heard this story
and realized its reflective significance — he broke down and cried.