“I” : The Conscious Part of Brain Being Reactive
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Notes by TK
You can only preach to the converted. Nobody can be converted to anything; you are born converted, everybody is already converted to the matter at hand or not. The answers to all questions come from the reactive conscious part of the brain. It can initiate nothing. There is no ‘you’, no ‘I’, it is the conscious part of the brain (CBP) speaking in reaction to the foregoing impetus. It is a known, physical part of the brain that can be rendered inoperative with the stroke of a scalpel.
This part of the brain knows it is mechanical, yet also knows it is more than that since it can know its plight. This is the basis of the idea of ‘free will’ and it goes no further than that for the ordinary. The conscious part of the brain is responsible for all technology, but it is not any ‘creative genius’: it is pure reaction to a particular problem. (44:55) #3155
Notes by DR
Jan Cox Talk 3155 You can only preach to the converted. But no one is converted. Everything you really liked, you liked the first time you heard it, touched, tasted it. Some of the things I’ve said, as soon as I said it to me I knew it. If you’re answering questions you’re sleeping, you’re talking about yourself. The conscious part of the brain is reactionary which is what being asleep is. But its not 100% or it couldn’t know that. All of this is about one thing: the place where all thoughts came from, that operation for every intention is absolutely reactionary. It is disgusting, infuriating. You drop a piece of bread in a toaster and what does it do? It toasts the bread. It’s not a thought you have, it’s a reaction. You can’t have a reaction to anything somebody said and that reaction be anything awake.
Jan’s Daily Fresh Real News (to accompany this talk)
THE BACKGROUND TO TODAY’S STORIES — SAME AS YESTERDAY’S
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The Noting Of The Normally Un-noted
JUNE 2, 2004 © 2004: JAN COX
Every day is a holiday when it is dedicated to the certain man’s Special Plan.
To be alive is to be predisposed — to know this is so is to be on-your-way.
Everyone has selected as their king someone they do not know.
(‘Course they really just accepted him as a fait accompli,
but men do so like to pretend it was them who put him on the throne.)
The ole man told the kid: “If you don’t grasp that city life is all a matter of commerce,
dig on why the following statement is valid:
‘If you turn something you really enjoy into a business, you will ruin it for yourself’. ”
(The nipper didn’t wanna think how this might somehow apply to his head life.)
The clumsy never realize that just being alive is a kind of unheralded spatial activity.
Surviving is a balancing act; a hundred yard broken field run;
a single handed triple play (and not only physically, by the way).
Looking For The Primacy (In All The Bum Places.)
From a plenary perspective: in man’s intangible reality all matters are collateral.
(“My spiritual and mental stuff will stack up against yours any day.”
“So will everyone else’s — including any more I may adopt.”)
The way man’s cultural realm survives (since it has no substance)
is by constantly changing (which men take to be growth and progress).
“You know: if anybody other than humans tried to pull such a stunt —
they’d be laughed out of town.”
“Yeah, and it’s a good thing their thoughts don’t attempt to do it too!”
“I trust you were being sarcastic.”
Advice: Cheap substitute for thinking.
Prisons love a cheerful giver — and receiver.
A happy captive is a _____ captive (no modifier).
In many lands the only form of treason is praise for the ruler that is too subtle,
(Amidst the tangled web of neurons a voice can always be discerned:
“I didn’t get to be king for nothing!”
Another of life’s interesting features: Nothing is what it is for nothing.)
One man in his burgeoning attempt to become seen as his neighborhood’s philosopher-in-residence thinks his best effort thus far is the idea that:
“Only those with nothing to live for — have a reason to live.”
(While he privately admits he is not sure exactly what this means,
he says he is also not certain that is important in his line of work.)
Though life can think through anybody,
the certain man takes his outlet to be one of singular significance — to him.
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We now break for this Public Service Announcement.
Those who are helped by Public Service Announcements
should just remain in their cells.
(You’re not going any where any way.)
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News Concerning The Here-&-There Aspect Of News.
A thing is only true in the locale where it is true.
In Re Neural Locomotion.
A mind with its own legs is a wondrous thing to behold.
(Leastwise to its possessor it is.)
Only a man who has actually gone too far has — gone too far:
thinking about it won’t do it.
To ordinary minds: original thought borders on gibberish.
Only thinking that has gone too far is real thinking.
True talent does not necessarily operate sequentially.
If it comes where you expected it — it ain’t real art.
(And clearly unrelated: all that one man will say is that:
he is not going to mention it again.)
The Ultimate, Though Unspeakable Prison Story.
Those who escape — go nowhere.
It is reported that on one backward planet they have replaced the words: anger, criticism, stupidity (and all their synonyms) with the term: the supernatural.
(“Why is it referred to as backward for gods sake?!”)
Those who escape go no where: those who stay — go blind.
So advertises one man:
“My tapes and books are of great benefit to those who’ve had a mini stroke or want to.”
One city (in apparent response to recent stories reported thereabout)
has hung up a large banner above its major entry point which says:
“If You Don’t Like What You Find Here, There Is A Simple Solution:
Don’t Pay Such Close Attention!”
(Is that being considerate and helpful or what!
[And to think that some still accuse urban areas of being heartless!])
Another feature of life on the outside is that
everything can be noticed equally without any downside;
there are no phooey-filled martinets to be propped up & placated.
“In your head, you mean?”
Medical P.S. Most men add three inches or more to their consciousness by escaping.