Only One Peep Hole, But Two Eyes
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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8/20/04:
Notes by TK
Jan’s advice to a seeker: realize that nobody has any idea what enlightenment is. To have any hope of achieving enlightenment you must find for yourself a much better description than “I’m trying to awaken”. Here’s one possibility: “there’s only one brain here, but two of us”; or: “there’s only one peephole, but two eyes”.
There’s nothing otherworldly, strange, or metaphysical about it; it’s the dirt-simple need of consciousness to do something to itself; yet one face of consciousness doesn’t like the other! (29:13) #3189
Notes by DR
Jan Cox Talk 3189 If someone came to me now and said they were trying to awaken through certain efforts, I would tell them they do not know what that is. You’re not trying to answer some great metaphysical question. You’re observing what your consciousness is up to. What is it that I’m trying to do? You have got to find the better description as the fastest way to achieve the great liberation.
For right now my favorite description of everything I have been doing for 50 years-“There’s one brain and two of us. My consciousness is trying to do something with itself.” This is clearly manifested in every sane normal person. No one is satisfied with themselves.
Jan’s Daily Fresh Real News (to accompany this talk)
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The Outlier’s Uncut Version Of Everything
AUGUST 20, 2004 © 2004: JAN COX
The Origin Of All Myths & Religions.
The conscious part of the brain being aware that the brain has the ability to do things that the conscious part can’t directly cause it to do is the origin of wanting to wake-up (to wit): for the conscious part to bring the rest of the brain under its direction.
This is also the germination of all myths regarding a king looking down on the villagers from his castle on a hill, or a god peering down on man from heaven
and their concern over their subjects’ unruly ways:
the conscious part of the brain being the reality behind these two metaphorical figures, and as per the divine one with the twin supernatural characteristics of being all powerful and all knowing, it has one – but is driven to impotent distraction,
not having the other:
the conscious part of the brain knows what the rest of the brain can do,
but just can’t make it do it.
All of the singularly human problems a civilized man ponders are not problems to him personally, but are problems he has been told of – by others, to whom the problems are also not so to them personally but which they likewise have been told of.
Energy for every ride in the park must come from somewhere.
One guy’s private blues serenade to himself:
“Darlin’ please forgive me,
for mistreating you so;
for acting like the conscious part of my brain is a me and not merely what it is.”
Opines a chap:
“One notable feature of being human and of standard mental perception is that it gives you all the room you’ll ever need
for improvement.”
Accepting passively the nervous system house in which your consciousness was born assures that you will never run out of
things to bitch about concerning you.
(“Don’t forget: and-everything-else.” Right.)
By taking a religious tack, men are able to direct their attention to the notion of
a creaTOR, and are relieved from confronting the more perplexing & dangerous
(not to mention revealing) one concerning creaTION.
“What a marvelous realm in which to live: where thoughts have no limits to their grasp of the physical universe, yet whose own nature entirely eludes them.”
In city park, so railed a speaker:
“In the great eternal battle in which man’s consciousness is the battlefield, the struggle is between two formidable armies: inanity and knee-jerk reaction.”
(He didn’t bother to pass the hat.)
Sorrow And Its Site.
Psychological grief is always local.
The king-in-consciousness can’t physically reach down and make the non conscious villagers-of-the-lower-brain do what he sees needs to be done.
(“Does the Universe weep for Life?” You dream.)
Bearing foreboding makes the dense feel less doltish.
The relationship between consciousness and itself is like a man’s trick with his dog whereby when he tells it to “Lay down,” and it doesn’t,
he says: “Keep standing! — I demand to be obeyed.”
Thus be the performance in the normally conscious part of men’s brains.
Words that make you laugh at noon can make you wail at midnight;
does this have to do with the nature of words? – hearing? –
the time of day, or the feature of man’s brain which makes such inquiries
and descriptions possible?
Or (played in a different key):
Could the enunciation of an intangible problem be part OF the problem? –
an essential part?
(One of the king’s guards was struck with the possibility that
the great struggle might actually be between nouns and verbs.)
The speaker proclaimed:
“Every dog has its day,” and a man in the audience cried:
“My gawd! – my calendar watch has turned rabid!”
(Hormones go tick, and neurons can believe they provide the tock.)
If you were to think of things-specific as the anti matter to the matter of processes, then things-specific would also have to have their own counterpart.
What is the verbal opposite of a subject?
In the realm of standard consciousness – is such a creature possible?
In the ocean, can a wave fathom its source?
According to legend in another reality: on the final Day Of Reckoning
(just to keep things fresh and unpredictable right up to the end) as all of humanity
is queued up for the ultimate accounting, a voice will ring throughout the universe:
“All of those in two tone shoes – head of the line!”
(Hearing this caused one man to ponder:
“Is it to be that the supreme sin will turn out to be: a lapse in good taste?”)
“What is man’s greatest desire?”
“To avoid death?”
“No – predict the future.”
From the castle, the king looked down at a farmer who was ignoring weeds in his field as he plowed, an oversight the monarch knew would prove costly,
but neither his hands nor his words of warning reached the figure down below.
Impotency afflicts even the most excellent.
“What is man’s greatest desire?”
“To predict the future?”
“No – to avoid his.”
One man just up and said to his consciousness:
“If you’re in the fire – all the fat’s in the fire,”
and after receiving a non plussed response, added: “Take that any way you like.”
What’s funnier than describing a man saying this-or-that to his consciousness?
An echo trying to address a canyon.
A rebel one day reflected:
“When I began I pictured consciousness as a pool of water,
busied by ripples, caused by stones, tossed therein by others;
then as I progressed I began to see the stones that produced the disturbance as being from my own hand;
but now if I view consciousness as a pool, I see what I have been attempting to do as me hoisting high above my present head,
a boulder with the implied cry: ‘Look out below, you mutherfuckers –
HERE IT COMES!’”
There is only one realization of ultimate value to the certain man,
and in one real sense — he can never know what it is,
but the realization of this IS the supreme pay off.
A foot said: “Gimmie just a second while I kick these toes out of the way.”
J
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The following comes from a little known collection of writings:
“Big Earl’s Big Compendium Of Ostensibly Specious Knowledge:
Or: A Deconstruction Of Man’s Cultural Reality By One Barely Qualified,
(Or Perhaps Overly So?!?)”
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Toilet paper is a waste of time.
If you drive real fast you can stop quicker.
If you stand at the South Pole and drop something, it will fly up your nose;
if you step back real quick it will fly up a friend’s nose.
All exceptionally attractive people are exceptionally dumb.
The Bible was actually written in 1939.
People with talent are to be pitied.
A runny nose indicates a runny mind.
The poor wouldn’t be poor if they didn’t want to be.
People throw up because they’re lonely.
Serious attempts at self improvement will drive you crazy.
The Incas never had a highly developed civilization;
they just built all those monuments to show off.
All the world’s notorious tyrants were actually nice guys in their spare time.
Dogs only obey humans because they feel sorry for them.
If people knew what pillows are really stuffed with
they would never go to sleep at night.
Fat people snap their fingers at personal tragedy.
There are actually ten continents — no, nine.
Anyone with a large amount of education is an idiot.
Laundries don’t really wash underwear — they just swap yours for someone else’s.
History books are written by people who can’t keep up.
If you turn the station dial on your tv set fast enough
you can get any station in the world.
Hippopotamuses make good pets if you’re firm with them.
Women with big tits are frigid.
No one likes a man with interesting anecdotes to tell.
Dodoes aren’t extinct — they’re just hiding.
The rich contemplate suicide constantly.
The world’s largest snake doesn’t exist.
Electricity won’t work south of the Equator.
Men used to converse with baboons — ’til they found out how stupid they are.
Shoes are a major source of embarrassment.
Men only invented sex out of desperation.
Certain aborigines in New Zealand have no knees: they fold up their bottom half
and carry it under their arm when they get tired; and you may ask:
“Well how do they go anywhere?” and I reply: “Where do they have to go!?”
Museums should all be closed — who cares anyway.
Only young girls with astonishing body odor are attracted to the oboe.
People write books because no one will listen to them when they talk.
Perfect teeth are a waste of time.
The Catholic Church actually condones masturbation
(the Pope just won’t admit it in front of all those people).
If you lie to a duck you’re just asking for trouble.
Intelligent people don’t know any more about things than you and me.
B.E.
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“Pardon my intrusion, but if you are finished for the day I would like to make the observation:
Life obviously is not interested in everybody getting the joke — in fact it is not at all clear that life sees it AS a joke. Ciao.”