Jan Cox Talk 3185

Consciousness Being Immaterial Inculcates Immateriality as “Good”


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

Note the general presentiment in life that the material (the gross)) is ‘bad’ (an unworthy goal) while things spiritual, immaterial (the fine), are ‘good’ (valuable to strive for). Consider: consciousness, the immaterial, is what dictates this. For what purpose is it so arranged? Jan’s great summation-metaphor of the attempt to awaken: you’re either a man with a dog (awake) or a dog that momentarily swallowed a man, rendering him unconscious (asleep).

A good technique for regaining previous clarity: trace the instant unconscious thought you catch yourself in, back along its thought train, i.e., “what thought generated that one?” then, “and which generated that?” and so on. (54:32) #3185

Notes by DR

Jan Cox Talk 3185       There’s an old idea that things that are material are bad, slow, and mundane, and things that are ‘spiritual’ are good and where inspiration is found. It sounds right, but it’s our intangible consciousness going all the way back to the Sumerians that says that. What is the purpose in things being arranged so that not only we have consciousness saying that the intangible is good and of a higher level, while conversely the evil and bad is in the material? There’s another description. You’re either a man with a dog or a dog that swallowed a man momentarily and rendered him unconscious. The former is being awake the latter is being asleep. (He’s well trained and you don’t even know he’s there.)

Compared to being a man with a dog, you can stop everything and there’s nothing in there but you for a second or so. You caught the last words of a conversation and then reel them and that can up the stakes. There’s nothing intangible going on in you that you’re not aware of. There’s an element of individuality because you brought on that state, it doesn’t just happen (other than time of great shock). Other wise you’re a machine. Life puts thoughts in you while you’re operating on pure instinct.

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

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Reports From The Rim Of Reality — Where It All Runs Together
AUGUST 11, 2004 © 2004: JAN COX

The herd decides what is best for the herd (okay: life decides),
but for the certain man, the only profitable decisions are unilateral decisions.
Spiritualism & Originality.
All ordinary minds channel for the past.
Anyone who believes they actually remember what it is that causes them to be concerned about life, deserves to remember.
One guy says: “I don’t want to hear about, or be part of any scandal
that doesn’t involve sex and drugs.”
Hormones may not be able to speak but they still make their preferences known.
A writer who will undertake to explain his parody didn’t actually write one.
An awakened man has no serious side.
Nouns were invented by men, but in the matter of verbs – Ah! –
now there we may be faced with the situation of vice the ole versey.
(“That possibility is quite exhilarating to consider.”)
All at the docks are not actually awaiting ships,
(which accounts for their lack of excitement.
“Are you suggesting that brain cells may seek conveyance?”)
For the nervous-system-rebel: only unrestricted thinking produces
his desired form of enthusiasm.
“I could have become a mind doctor.”
“Why didn’t you?”
“That’s what the faces of all my patients also silently ask me.”
In the entire hospital: synapses are the only ones who must treat themselves.
“But that’s not possible!?!”
Tell them that.
Whenever they were asked what they thought, this one group would always reply
that they couldn’t answer yet since they weren’t finished.
Heads Up! Who better to tell you what you need to know than those who don’t!?
In man’s unique verbal-only inner world: carts not only pull horses –
they’re their sole source of existence.
(“Yes: until my brain thought of it – I did not know that I thought that.”
How about feelings?
“Quite similar: until my thoughts say something about my feelings I am not quite sure of what I feel.”
Seems to work out nicely for you.
“Awww — it’s okay I guess.”)
Somewhere well along life’s road, a man stopped; stood tall and declared: “I ain’t walkin’ a mile in nobody’s shoes!”
Part of life’s own self protection via human consciousness is making freedom easy to talk about and impossible to achieve.
Speech is always saying more than it knows.
One guy liked to say he enjoyed: “Turning things over in his mind” – until:
he discovered he’d been using the wrong spatula.
Adjectives are a stop-gap measure.
Ordinary minds do not so much want to know what is really going on
as they do to debate the ways this might be accomplished.
A god who staged a raffle for the privilege of being introduced to him,
discovered that those who entered were more interested in just having the tickets
to hold on to than in actually meeting him.
(“As disoriented as consciousness can at times seem to be:
its slickness can still slip up and astound you.
I guess that’s why it’s called: consciousness. and not:
large-piece-of-earth-moving-equipment, or seasonal typhoon.”)
The standard captive’s predictable response (should he actually be offered freedom) would be: “I don’t think so.”
A king quite full of himself is a sight to behold,
(“And a damn lap full, should he decide to sit on you!”)
Said some neurons to some platelets : “Right there’s our problem:
we’re stuck in here and can’t go anywhere.” (Physically, they mean.)
On one world they have agreed and officially proclaimed that the sole
proper response to all questions in which psychological matters are involved is: “Physically, you mean?!”
(Which many [even though they voted for it] don’t grasp.)
If the universe is bread, life is jelly;
if your brain is the universe, thoughts should be the sweetener.
Only the awakened man knows his way around the kitchen in the dark.
One world issued so many Fear Alerts that everyone finally moved to a new planet.
(“To me: planets are just bread in the head.”)
One man’s house was filled with termites;
before long: the termites were filled with his house.
(“Pa pa: when I grow up will I be filled with my house?”
“Not if you build in a bounty of egresses.”)
Graffito uncovered in a bakery:
“The gods do not forsake the literate: When man ran out of parentheses –
the heavens gave him brackets.”
One man says: “The proof of words’ intrinsic significance is how they can
form sentences which have a beginning, middle and end.”
(Editor’s Note: It is not certain whether this is the same chap who once said that
the existence of heaven was proven by the fact that everyone who believes in it
knows what it looks like, and that all holy books must be correct since they unconditionally proclaim their infallibility.)
Science Note: The reality of neurons comes from their existence;
the reality of thoughts comes from their spoken assurance thereabout.
And one man mused: “I’m not sure I want to live in a universe where it is possible
to think that you don’t actually live there — but then again: What can you do!” –
a question which all (save life & the certain man) ignore.
Ordinary minds are protected by their blandness,
dense ones by their denseness,
and fearful ones by their fear;
but one striving to get-to-the-bottom-of-things shuns all safeguards.
Being mentally-common is all the captivity cows require.
There’s a secret 900 number you can call & hear anything you want to hear,

and where talk is just an artificial interruption to silence.