Jan Cox Talk 3160

Stockholm Syndrome–The Brain Submits Willingly to Its Captor

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6/14/04:
Notes by TK

Everything that man finds interesting over some period of time, having to do with human behavior, has an analog in the CPU. To wit: kidnapping and the “Stockholm syndrome”. The CPU has been kidnapped and exhibits the Stockholm syndrome—a childlike identification with and submission to its captor: Life-engendered thoughts. The Few rebel against this oppression.

Even the excitement arising from discovery of enlightenment-related thinking or talk is a form of the Stockholm syndrome: an acceptance-reaction to triggering input. Much more so are religion, psychology and politics. Awakening does not come from external impulse and the train of ordinary thought; it must arise from within: incommensurate, un-caused and integral. (39:51) #3160

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THE MUSIC GOES ROUND & ROUND”
IS CITY’S SECRET THEME SONG
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JUNE 14, 2004 © 2004: JAN COX

Wandering the outskirts of the prison exercise yard is a chap who says:
“Screw philosophical sojourns and metaphysical inquiries,” he says he has condensed all descriptions of man’s-eternal-quest into one simple question:
Whether he or the conscious part of his brain (mind) has the upper hand in his life.
(People in confinement seem to get desperate for something to do to pass the time —
but note should also be made):
Men without something in their mind to look forward to, won’t look around enough at the meaningless matters that spur most facts to keep that realm viable.
Man’s spiritual/cultural ideas cannot be actually insulted;
the closest to such they can suffer is to be ignored;
in the Land Of Woo: a kick in the shins is an uplifting act;
only the undeveloped rebel areas of the certain man’s mind are unbruised,
and thus capable of muscle strengthening.

Peering into the coffin at the deceased, a man mused:
“At least one benefit of being dead is that people no longer try to make you
tell what kind of guy you are.”
(“Did this visibly happen and the man actually refer to physical death,
or is the whole thing symbolic of something else?”
Does what visibly happens in life have any relevance to the certain man
achieving his goal?)
“True,” thought a rebel, “I am soaking wet,
but I am not additionally wet in some dream.”
The real-deal-man can tolerate dying: just not thinking about such a useless matter, (unless of course it occurs while he is still breathing).
A man pondered:
“Which is most important to being a professional wrestler: athletic or acting ability?” – facts are always tutored by acts;
what you say you feel is what your hormones made you say.
Only those prisoners mentally challenged continue to insist they’re free.
“And they are a sizable segment of the prison population, are they not?”
And that is one of the universe’s great understatements, is it not.

Life in prison is a continuing three legged stumble (okay: race).

Why Men Talk About What They Feel And Think.
Men believe that if others could temporarily assume their own consciousness
of themselves they would find their inner life extremely interesting –
this in spite of the fact that they don’t.

Doing The Reporting.
Generally when he would do another exposé of his ordinary mind,
one man would be forced to conclude the story:
“Our repeated calls for its side of the story have not been returned.”

Regarding the endless dire warnings with which humans are bombarded,
one man notes:
“The most frightening aspect is that they come from otherwise normal people,
often our very leaders in various areas.”

The warden said to a group of prisoners loitering about:
“The only thing worse than acting like everything is all right is – hell! –
there IS nothing worse!”

One man says: “Okay! – I’ve got it narrowed down.”

Lounging by a tree in city park, a chap notes:
“If you deliberately listen to others talk seriously about human affairs,
you deserve however it makes you feel and think in reaction thereto.”

One man says: “Having read all of the revered books of science and philosophy,
and after spending many years privately reflecting on the nature of things, I
now propose an all encompassing explanation of everything,
in what I call: The Great Nothing Theory.”

Those who don’t understand how life works
of course can’t understand how the lesser matters within it work.

One man says: “All right! – I’ve got it narrowed down.”

Recently ruminated one fellow:
“Just as you don’t have to be religious to enjoy gospel music,
neither do you have to be a total idiot to enjoy hearing what I have to say.”
(Several people who heard this explanation did not understand it,
but were ashamed to say so [another benefit of being the first to speak.
“Amen to that,” added Jehovah.])

This e-mail just in: “Regarding a story covered earlier noting the benefit of being
the first to speak: would it not also be even more propitious to be the first
not to listen?!”

One bitter old man said: “Yes, I may be a bitter old man,
but that hyena over there is no bundle of joy himself.
Why are only humans singled out for abusive name calling;
I simply wear my spots and stripes like any other beast.”

One man says:
“I hesitate to say this (but what the hell! – you don’t know my name – so!):
if you’re an ordinary person – and think you understand what’s going on –
you are a total idiot.”

One man’s has an important tip to would be spiritual masters who may initially feel restrained from engaging in self promotion by notions of humility:
“If you don’t tell people that you’re awake and enlightened – how will they know!”
Related Agricultural News.
Having never seen a prune tree — one man refuses to drink prune juice.
(“Covers it for me.”)

In reaction to an earlier story a chap says:
“The only way any so called: Theory To Explain Everything could ever make sense would be (to use a musical analogy) in the same way that Cannonball Adderly might be fired at and permanently cripple Charlie Parker.”
(“Oh yeah — what’s better than a chicken shit simple metaphor!”)

The world is divided into two groups: those who clap on the beat, and those who clap on the off beat (and of course those who say: “What the hell is all that about?!”)

“For real,” says one man, “I’ve got it narrowed down.”

And another e-mail arrives: “Are you aware of how many people enjoy reading your Daily News, but don’t understand what it’s about.
P.S. Some also believe you write all the e-mails you say you receive
(not including this one of course). Yours,” etc.
History records it wrong: The Tower Of Babel wasn’t the initial big prank
pulled on man – it was the H.O.M. – The Hall Of Mirrors
(which surprisingly many people still don’t realize was installed in each man’s head).

Every morning one man (who lives secluded from everyone)
stands on top of his house and shouts: “Let my people go!”
which always sends him into such fits of laughing that he falls and rolls off the roof
onto the ground, giving him a continuing hard reminder of what captivity feels like.

Solely in his effort to give others a needed lesson regarding their frailty and fallibility,
one man (sacrificing himself as an example) suffers periodic, personal set backs.

The acts that keep life moving are not sufficient for civilized men;
they must also have facts concerning these acts.
(The difference between a historian and homeostasis.)

“Remember on this, kid,” said the apparently reconditioned ole man
surveying the wide world of man’s intangible affairs:
“If the people who put all this stuff together actually knew what they’re doing,
they wouldn’t have to always include operating instructions, now would they.”
(This, though the very sort of thing the kid did try to remember,
his ordinary mind commonly prevailed to the contrary.)
What normal kingdom propagates schemes for its own overthrow?!
None save the certain man can salubriously pursue suicide.

“Definitely now,” says one man, “I’ve got it narrowed down.”

Upon seeing a bumper sticker: “Life Is Hard – And Then You Die,”
to himself a chap countered:
“Man says that life is hard – then life goes on about its business.”

Life tests man constantly –
to see if he is still submissive enough to tolerate such testing.
(“Wow! – and people are impressed by the über satisfying configuration
of the playing field developed by NASCAR for their sport!”)

“Okay,” says one man, “now that I’ve gotten all those bends out of the road –
it’s narrowed down properly and I can see what the game going on is really about.”

J