Main Product of the Consciousness Part of the Brain Is Misdirection
The following recordings are from Jan’s final years, when his voice was diminished and he spoke in a low whisper. Some listeners may find these tapes hard to listen to, or difficult to understand. Thus, as another option, transcripts are being made and will be posted.
Otherwise, turn up the volume and enjoy! Those who carefully listened to Jan during this period consider that he spoke plainly and directly to the matter at hand, “pulling out all the stops,” as he understood that these were to be his last messages to his groups, and to posterity.
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Notes by TK
One should not have to rely on similes, analogies, metaphors or allegories for enlightenment if truly seeking awakening. The point-blank stating of the simple truth would suffice. The implication of such actual reliance is the fiction that the desired clarity must come from outside oneself.
That the CPU deals in such devices (including all its names for itself) shows its real purpose as being misdirection from its own workings. An illustration: finance companies masquerading themselves as used car businesses. The strategy is based on the fact that nobody wants to go in debt, but everybody wants a car (conveniently financed). This is what the CPU does to us constantly. E.g.: “I’m OK, you’re not”-type thinking which is feel-good but completely unfounded, yet nevertheless the puppet-doing of Life’s daily business in required energy transfers. (33:21) #3159
Notes by DR
Jan Cox Talk 3159 The unanalyzed assumption is that it is something to be acquired from without. Someone who had been through this for 40 years would say the mind is unreliable unless it’s looking at something physical that you could check on. That’s why we speak in allegories and metaphors. Car dealers went from advertising the car to “everyone needs a car.” “How could you do without one?” It became an American right, and the salesman tells you your credit shouldn’t hold you back. They’re not in the used car business; they’re in the loan business.
The conscious part of the brain is doing that to you constantly. Thoughts pop into your head, one triggers another and they’re talking about used cars and that’s not the purpose. They take up every square inch of the screen of consciousness including the audio band and pictures. The sales pitch is always a distraction, a distortion. Their business is not what they advertise. When the conscious part of the brain is not talking about problem solving, which always involves something physical, it’s hustling.
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JUNE 11, 2004 © 2004: JAN COX
All the traditions practiced by man are in fact neo traditions,
with their antiquity giving an aura of meaningful permanency to counterweight
the lack of same in the minds of the practitioners.
The real-deal-man has but a sole tradition: not to mentally participate in any.
A field whose boundaries are constantly expanding
is by its nature, inimical to the very notion of reverence-for-permanency,
(more precisely in the case of ordinary men:
a forced reverence for the man-made illusion of permanency.)
Another of the characteristics of the city found nowhere else in this universe:
the false fronts representing actual, individual buildings fit perfectly into
the overall setting of a totally make-believe metropolis.
No one wants to see Pele actually try to muscle his way into
The Queen of Hearts’ Soccer Game;
the feathers of the Phoenix should (and are tacitly expected to) stay where they are;
ordinary men are not permitted to acknowledge the existence of
two distinctly different worlds, one physically substantial, the other not,
in both of which they perform their lives, but that does not keep them from silently suspecting that something stinky is going on right under their restricted noses.
The lead wolf is not a true believer in any cause, even the one he may titularly head;
he has but one dedication: the retention of power;
only amongst his powerless subjects are there passionate disciples of
the declared cause: supporters of a mental/verbally contrived illusion.
(“Are you are actually talking about the intrigues that go on in a man’s own mind?!”)
If the most interesting thing you have to talk about is what has happened to you,
you have nothing to say that will interest a real-deal-man.
A man who wrote many books and essays on the subject of waking-up
was thought by his readers to be awake, but the longer he kept writing,
the more did they eventually believe his words to be an expression of
his continuing struggle to wake-up
(except for those who came to believe that he was simply a front for the true author).
Fact: Everyone is a nom de plume for their self.
In prison everyone feels pseudo outrage,
thing is: no one realizes that it’s pseudo — but what should they really expect —
since the feeling concerns pseudo problems.
One man’s take is that nothing is relevant to anything else
(and he insists there was no force influencing him to say this).
What Passes For Humor In Prison.
He put in his false teeth; slipped in his artificial eye; screwed on his wooden leg;
put on his hair piece; attached his prophylactic nose — then off he went again
to deliver his famous motivational speech concerning: The-need-to-be-REAL.
“Huh! — I figured it would have to do with irony.”
No — he says he’s outgrown that one.
(Note: “I’m Moving On” is not a familiar ditty in the city.)
From another world comes word that they have physically located their
long imagined-to-exist deity — right in front of them —
amidst the statistics in their various attempts to define man psychologically, sociologically, economically, et. al.;
thus collaterally have they concluded: Numbers don’t lie —
only words describing lies and facts — as opposed to what’s really going on.
“Is there some way you can tell for certain that you are awake?”
“Yes — if you do not care at all — in your own mind —
whether anyone else on earth believes you are awake.”
“But that could also apply to a know-nothing, crazy-ass fanatic?!”
A man-who-knows living amidst the ordinary was the original inspiration for
the idea of: “A wolf in sheep’s clothing” —
though the more compendious picture would be:
“A wolf in the Invisible Wolf’s clothing.”
Everyone is a one trick pony — okay:
the consciousness everyone is born with is a one trick pony;
Cyclopes do not exist simply in mythology.
Those who don’t understand the nature of words are doomed to repeat them.
One kid came to the deduction that if people were any simpler —
he’d be his own kid.
(“Are we talking about goats here, or humans?”
Taking a prompt from the listeners to talk radio,
one man often says to his real-deal-consciousness:
“Thank you for not taking my call.”
(For whom he is pretending to speak, you can surely see for yourself.)
“Is there a way to know for sure that you are not awake?”
“You envy someone.”
“That’s simple enough.”
“Hummm – maybe too simple.”
Moral: Keep talking.
“Hey — there must be more than that, like:
‘Keep talking and such-&-such a thing will happen to you’ – so what’s the rest of it?”
There is no more, just: Keep talking: if you’re of ordinary, irremediable consciousness, doing so will feel right to you and require no effort, but if you’re of real-deal potential, the constant noise will ultimately make you aware of its true nature.
There are no instructions to tell the real-deal-man how to accomplish TheThing,
nor can he tell anyone else specifically how to;
the most precise name possible for this uncommon activity would be:
You either can or you can’t — and no one knows which it is until they succeed.
A man who will try to tell you why he likes something that he does can correctly be considered a fool;
he certainly has no understanding at all of what is going on with life.