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1537 (96003) 01/08/96
Copyright J. M. Cox 1996
There was once a land of eternal sun,
but, there being no word for “sun,” no shadows were cast,
and the fiery orb was uncertain of its true identity and purpose.
Then the day came when shadows began to fall,
and the sunny center became aware of itself and was pleased.
in the area where the shadows fell, were less so,
and thus do things stand today.
Once upon a time there was a land in which,
one day, all of the people suddenly became aware of what was going on —
and at first they were truly amazed at what they saw,
then after a few days became even more amazed
as they began to wonder why they’d never seen it all before.
Life will let men get away with a lot — but not with that!
And a viewer writes:
“After listening to you so many times take something you’d already said
and apparently well established
and then turn it upside down and backwards,
it makes me wonder, in this area you’ve just brought up,
if there’s not the possibility of, rather than life not letting men realize
this or that particular thing,
it’s a matter of it not being able to let him do so,
and that therein is the basis for the seemingly insurmountable odds
with which a mystic is faced.”
…(Well, sir, now that’s quite a mouthful for a viewer!)
To the simple,
life is like driving uphill on a frozen roadway;
to the more sophisticated it is also like trying to
navigate such a treacherous terrain, but with the added problem of
having to watch out for the simple who
operate their vehicles in such a thoughtless manner.
It is from this that routine city intellectuals periodically
muse that perhaps:
“They are happiest who think the least.”
And while it may seem a nice poetic grasp,
it yet, for some unidentifiable reason, fails to fully satisfy them.
To find fault with a young sprinter-in-training
should not be the same as
yet ordinary thought constantly fails to make such a distinction.
The problem a mystic has with thinking is that,
if it doesn’t make sense, the mind can’t entertain it,
but if it does, he can’t use it.
Some dead people were talking and one of them said:
“God! sometimes I think I can’t bear up under the strain!”
And another replied:
“And I hear it gets even worse when you’re alive.”
A kid looked up from his reading and asked his father:
“What’s the difference in these so-called ‘more conscious men’
and everybody else of reasonable intelligence?”
And the old man answered:
“Seems to be that, when the first group
walks through a freshly fertilized flower garden,
they recognize where both the pleasant & pungent odors come from.”
In a desire to participate in things “new age,”
one man announced that he was going to channel for himself —
but no one was interested —
and, after a bit, neither was he.
The simple worry about being physically imprisoned,
while the more sophisticated are troubled over notions of
intellectual restraints —
only those of expanded awareness are concerned where it matters,
over the fact that thought itself is the supreme captor.
One day the king sat and pondered:
“Should I go to war,
on whom should I want to depend? —
my philosophers and astrologers,
or my generals and infantrymen?”
And, while the answer immediately seemed obvious,
he was further moved to wonder just what sort of warfare he actually had
Now for tonight’s tip from our “Field Guide To Emotional Birds”:
How To Spot The Religious — They’re the ones always pissed about something.
Basic human thinking is still, by necessity, structured so that
it initially overlooks the obvious.
Were things not so arranged,
man would not have even progressed intellectually to the place where he is
It is understandable why so many outside the activity see the hunger for a
“transcendental state of consciousness”
as a desire to return to some previous condition
(and not infrequently is this view shared by those apparently inside).
And once more are you open to the interesting issue of:
How can progress be both progress and nonprogress?
— and why do binocular visioned creatures only see depth correctly
when they use two eyes? No more — no less.
And while the “no less” seems childishly obvious,
the “no more” appears patently foolish…
except to those more conscious, with broader sight.
Lacking real understanding,
the simple will take
local examples and personal anecdotes as proof of
whatever needs be proved.
Hearing ordinary minds explain life and predict the future
is like seeing a water molecule stick its tongue out at the ocean.
The Tower Of Babel was not actually destroyed —
it’s only been hiding, and none too well at that.
The simple will not “inherit” the Earth — they never lost possession of it
…if you can correctly translate “simple” into “basic.”
…And a viewer writes: “Sometimes when you speak of the simple,
it sounds to me to be in a negative way, while, in other references,
it does not seem so. Where is the consistency in this, and why do you do
…I keep telling you: It’s tuxedos in the ballroom, overalls in the garage.
There was once a man who gave lectures on the mystical,
and sometimes he’d talk for months directly about the mystical,
then go for long periods talking about everyday affairs from a mystical
viewpoint, and finally one of his listeners asked him why he used this
dual approach rather than addressing, all of the time, the subject itself
solely, and the lecturer gave him this reply:
“That is a quite fair question.”
One chap was struck with the following:
“Why are all of man’s pictures of supernatural beings, both good and bad,
always, in part, mortal —
demons simply being men with horns and hooves,
and angels but men with wings.
even in such an area where you’d expect his imagination to be truly free,
are his mental concepts so mortally bound?”
Obviously can no livers dream of gods non-bile in nature,
so how come penthouses to theorize their architecture and take not into
account the building’s foundation?
There is a mentally unrecognized basis upon which
a ship can make greater headway
if it is unaware of the water.
…A sort of “overriding of drag” by way of inattention.
(Another of those physically impossible principles,
yet one magnificently operational, exclusively in the case of man.)
According to yet another version of one creation myth,
man got driven from the original garden of paradise like this:
Life told him not to talk,
then made him start talking,
then pretended to accidentally catch him at it, and get mad about it
as to run him off.
if this rendition doesn’t make perfectly good sense to you,
then you’re still as conned as was Adam.)
After a lifetime of studying the situation, one man finally came to this:
“Once you’ve pointed out that the mind makes up everything it thinks —
what else is there to say about it?”
…He not only (as soon as he thought this) found it highly interesting,
but, shortly afterwards, found it even more so when he became aware that,
in spite of him now having thought and realized this,
he forgot all about it more often than not.
So here’s a game for you:
What’s more fascinating than the many things man does not know? —
his forgetting of the things he does.
So here’s a song title for you:
“Only The Mind Forgets — Never The Stomach.”
In a desire to be a part of the “new age,”
one man read many books, attended numerous lectures, then said to himself:
“My body does have an unsuspected intelligence of its own —
it must! — all these other people say that it does.
And why would I listen to them if not to get information that
I could not come up with on my own?”
We gather here not to bury the experts, but rather to define them more
A large part of being civilized is in pretending that you are more civilized
than you actually are.
And once again we are greeted by that intriguing, unique, mortal reality of
something not so functioning as though it were.
Only those less than fully mortally realized
ever stoop & slip to criticizing man.
Now for tonight’s tip from our “Field Guide To Visually Impaired Birds”:
How To Spot Those Who Know Something From Those Who Don’t —
Those who do never say that they do.
“God, I hate dreams!” said one guy.
“You mean when you’re asleep?” added a friend.
“Yeah, then too,” he replied.
A viewer writes:
“On your last show you read a story about a mystic who’d been
talking to a group of people for a number of years,
and who one day informed them that there had been a flaw at the heart of
everything he’d told them,
and that they should ignore everything he’d said up ’til then,
and that they’d start over, afresh,
and what I want is assurance for my hearing of the tale (that is that),
the mystic meant that he had knowingly and wilfully injected
what he is now calling a ‘flaw’ at the core of his earlier comments
for some specific purpose which has now been served.
Am I correct?
Everything thought is a coded message,
and only a few discover the key.
A man once asked a mystic:
“Is there anything that could be said to ordinary men that
has real transcendental potential?”
And the normally reticent one pondered this for a bit, then replied:
“You could offer them this rhetorical observation —
if the obvious can’t possibly be true, then what can?”
Another man once asked a mystic:
“I continue to hear people speak of man’s ‘spirit,’
and am uncertain as to what they think they mean —
are they actually, if unknowingly, referring to man’s instinctive life?”
And the normally deadpan one just smiled.
Then yet another man asked a mystic:
“Do people really ask you stuff, or do you guys just make up stories about
Another Tale Regarding The Graduations Of Man
The simple want someone to tell them that there is a plan and purpose to
while the more sophisticated will go so far as to make harmless,
passing speculations themselves as to what it might be,
but, as always,
it is the more conscious (god bless ’em)
who get the final line in these stories.
Another entry from our “Transcendentalist’s Dictionary Of Terms”:
Sleep In Bed At Night — A mystic’s only “time out”…and then a forced one.
Among ordinary people,
bad news is more popular than good
for the same reason that they find it almost impossible to say
anything positive about man.
Show me a man who can appreciate a myth of an encouraging nature,
and I’ll show you a man who misunderstood the myth.
In a relaxed moment, after the last meal one night,
the head monk so said to a younger one:
“There are actually only two reasons to ever talk about the lives
ordinary men lead — one is as a reflective device to highlight some
specific point, and the other is to just kill time ’til your listeners are
ready to hear what you really want to talk about.”
Now some Sports News:
If man is a game, then two playing fields are laid out within him.
And now some more Sports News:
If man is a game, then two playing fields are laid out within him —
not counting the additional three extant in mystics.
The simple see death as death,
the more sophisticated try and view it as a metaphor for something else,
and then the more conscious know it to be both what it is and something
Man’s Unrecorded Theme Song
You can listen to your belly,
or you can listen to your head,
but, one way or the other,
your belly’s gonna win.
…(That is, if you’re at all sane.)
One guy squeaked when he walked,
and one guy squeaked when he talked,
and between them both kept every cat in the house occupied.
Math For Mystics
No matter how high you count — it’s not high enough.
The speaker declared:
“Only the gods — not men — are capable of criticizing man.”
And from the audience someone said:
“But, for that to have an equitable basis,
not only must men be able to imagine the gods,
but also the gods able to imagine man —
and of that we have no evidence.”
Unrequested Corollary To An Earlier Item Covered Tonight:
To ordinary thinking, an “expert” is always someone else —
only to a mystic is it himself — he has no choice — it must be.
First guy says:
“Adequate aggression can compensate for a multitude of deficiencies.”
And second guy says: “Like intelligence?”
To which first guy replies: “That, above all.”
One day a man said to a mystic:
“I have heard it said that a wise man should not converse with kings.”
And the mystic replied: “That is so.” And the man continued:
“I have also heard it said that a wise man should not converse with fools.”
And the mystic replied: “That too is so.” And the man asked:
“Does that cover it?” And the mystic replied:
“Not quite, and here’s the rest of it —
a wise man shouldn’t be talking to anybody.”
…(“Oh,” said the man sheepishly and somewhat knowingly.)
Another view of
“The Problem With Trying To Talk About The Cure Of The Secret”:
Those who don’t think they’re sick don’t want to hear about it,
and those, who think they are, are too sick to benefit from it.
“Gad Zukas!” gushed a beaming Hippocrates,
“had I known the joy awaiting me therein,
I would have gone directly into medicine
and not wasted those years in the Peace Corps.”
A man once asked a mystic,
“If it is important to see ‘the obvious,’
yet seems so difficult to do so,
what’s the trick?”
And the rambunctious one replied,
“One is to take things, as you see them now, and reverse ’em.”
…(“Ooooh!” shivered the man erotically and somewhat knowingly.)
“The Evolution Of Things” as per one man:
“First you get to where you can’t hardly stand to hear other people talk,
then you get to where you can’t hardly stand to read anything they’ve
then you get to where you can’t hardly stand even being around them,
then you get to where you can’t hardly stand just being alive —
then, if you can make it past that,
you may have a chance.”
Another example of “How Life Actually Works”:
Although the mind is not wired up to see things this directly,
the most important thing to becoming a successful author is to
have a really good typewriter or word processor.
In apparent solicitation of guidance, a man said to a mystic:
“I feel so lost and uncertain.” To which the broad one replied:
“Is it any wonder? — you’re alive.”
Then there was this man who was mystical only on alternate days,
who finally inquired of himself:
“Is it weirder being more conscious, or being ordinary?”
A man asked a mystic:
“How much would it take to get you to tell me what you really,
privately think about life”
And the mystic just laughed.
A man asked a mystic:
“How much would it take to get you to tell me what you really,
privately think of life?”
And the mystic replied:
“It’s a shame I can’t take your money,
but I couldn’t do it for any amount,
for there’s not enough money available to compensate me
for the damage I’d do myself if I did.”