Jan Cox Talk 3076

Collective-Subjective Reality


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Collective-subjective reality (CSR) v. the local subjective reality intimately familiar to every human. The CSR is absolutely engaging, entangling to men, whereas it has no objective consequences or meaning or use to an individual man’s daily survival. The CSR is the source-pool of civilized emotion: empathy, compassion, charity, spiritual appreciation, morality, etc. There is an absolute omnipresence, power and influence to the CSR, rendering all men dream-tossed sleepers. An example scenario: a man having lost his home to tornado saying: “I’ve lost everything, but these are mere possessions that can be replaced; that my family has been spared is all that really matters.” You can literally hear the shift into CSR. (40:03) #3076

Jan’s Daily Fresh Real News (to accompany this talk)

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Exit Plans For Would-Be City Expatriates
December 1, 2003 © 2003: JAN COX

Not only does the certain man not have a plagiaristic bone in his brain, but if he did: he’d surgically remove it himself.
Many things can impair a rebel knight,
but any being the same as hinders everyone else — he will not abide.
Motto: “If I go down — it will be on my OWN knees.”
(Aka: “Returning only on your own revised neural shield.”)

Even those born with some interest in this most specialized of activities
generally fail to realize that at its core it is a struggle for mental originality;
that the only thing that can awaken an individual from humanity’s overall neural dream
is a resistance thereto and personal substitution therefor.

The doctor told himself to get up on the exam table then said:
“To ever get better you must remember that there is an absolute distinction between being alive and being dead” — and pointed to his head.
Being alive to the rebel is being creative.

A real threat to the nervous-system-rebel is foreign viruses passing for intrinsic.
Making yourself sick (even if such a thing not actually be possible) is quite different from believing that others are causing it (ideas from other men’s minds that is).

And a man who specializes in an indescribable form of alternative medicine
notes that he always has his worthwhile diagnostic ideas
after his routine ones have listed their complaints and left his office.

In the city, mind is a wound not meant to ever heal, while out in rebel camp
they nourish a consciousness which proves to be the cure for an ill
men are not intended to recognize.

In real mental frontier towns, all thieves rest merrily in the ground;
the only form of mental health for the rebel is originality.

Commonly is it heard said in the city:
“Well, it’s too late in the day now to start all over,”
and the beauty of the notion is that it can be fitfully used any time day or night.

It proves impossible for those with their hands in someone else’s pockets to see
the horizon clearly enough to distinguish what the nature of tomorrow could be.
(The certain man lives on C.S.T. — Creative Standard Time.)

City humility is a sweater worn over a tee shirt of plagiarism;
hair on the head helps hide the shop lifting record of normal neurons.
An intown landlady with many diverse tenants says:
“If roaches do cause stupidity then what’s up with the fact that
all of the exterminators available here turn out to be dumber than the bugs!”

The reason that those who don’t know
can get paid for their passionate conveying of what they don’t
is that ordinary minds are programmed to prefer fiction.

As the shoppers stood, awaiting repair of the escalator, one was heard to say:
“You can always spot the stupid — they all look alike,” and another voice asked:
“Did he say: ‘always smell alike?’” and a young boy injected:
“No, you are confusing things substantial with things immaterial,”
and a workman raised his head and said: “We’re union,
and no one touches any material here who doesn’t have a card,”
and several people at the rear of the crowd began to wonder if this really was
a city department store, or if they were somehow back at the intown race track.
The first time you hear an allegory, it can be difficult to tell that it is one.
(“If you’re in that urban part of your mind you mean?!”)

A well known chemical experiment decades ago showed conclusively that
men are genetically incapable of realizing when they are in cages.

The price of escape plans is always on the rise in the city —
this is possible due to their lack of any intrinsic value
(Rapunzel can put whatever price she likes on her hair.)

One man was so ugly that women paid him not to mention that they had slept with him, and another guy somehow arranged something similar between him and his mind regarding certain ideas.
And smack dab in the center of the impassioned city proceedings a man stood & said: “I am not at all sure of what I am about to say means, but I am going to say it anyway,” and before he could speak another word, received a standing ovation.
(The city knows what IT is doing — even if the citizens don’t.
[Which is why god stands up whenever he enters the room — you know:
just to be on the safe side…..sorry: that was supposed to be:
whenever the mind enters its room, but: no damage: same thing.])

Things which men have pilfered, they will speak of loosely;
that which the certain man possesses — from his own doing — he keeps secret.
Certain food spoils by being put out on the counter.
(“And I’ll bet that: counter actually means something else!”)

How It Is With Ordinary Men With Ordinary Minds.
If you say you have a problem — you have a problem.
Although they do not realize it: a central reason men are so attached to city life
is its inescapable fairness.
(“I take it that’s supposed to be some kind of joke?”)

One man’s intown roommate one day recently said:
“I believe that our closeness comes from us sharing the same brain,”
and his partner leapt up and exclaimed:
“’Share! — who ever said anything about share?!”
Men like the proverbial idea of holding to a demon you know
in preference to reaching for any new ones unfamiliar to you.
(You know: men like a lot of nutty stuff.)

One city gives out awards —
it doesn’t accomplish anything —
but it gives ‘em out anyway.
As fleas in an elephant’s ear will say: “I am humbled to receive this wax,
and want to thank all of those who helped make today possible…”
On one world, shortly after the voice of god, sorry: consciousness, sorry:
the sound of me-too-ism appeared in the creatures’ heads,
the first aphorism they came up with was: “You take what is available,”

(which a few privately vacated and violated).

Regarding Man’s Recreational Realm.
A man offers: “Once fed, what does man have to fill up the rest of his life but either: time spent with a sexual partner — or with his own thoughts.”

Reminder Regarding Neural Residency.
Living alone encourages both the creative urge and the desire for freedom.
What kind of man can call himself a rebel
who has forgotten that this entire undertaking is a rebellion.


Man’s fascination with dreams is due to them being
the closest most ever get to anything resembling original thinking.
What kind of man dare call himself a rebel who forgets that this entire affair
is a resistance to dreams, and an embrace of homegrown creativity.


The city; prison; cows; sheep: man’s ordinary consciousness.
Rebel camp: the normally unused areas of the brain outside the city.
The father & son: man’s on-going, internal conversation; the brain both speaking
and hearing itself speak, with the father representing non routine consciousness.
The certain man; the rebel; the outlier: a person struggling for freedom from
automatic consciousness.
The collective, the herd: ordinary humanity mentally (non pejorative)
The first reality: the physical world;
the second reality: the intangible world that man’s consciousness has created (culture).
Local reality: how ordinary consciousness conceives things to be;
universal reality: how things are.
The mythical Orient Express & The-trip-from-Paris-to-Istanbul: the journey from one’s
natural born state of consciousness to a certain other one.
The king: the controlling part of a man’s consciousness at any given moment;
the people: the remainder.
Civilized: consciousness’ state of being under city control.
Hormones & neurons: metaphors for body and consciousness.
Riding the train: the generally predictable flow of an ordinary man’s life.