Intangibles Can Not Effect Change in the Tangible
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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11:08/04:
Notes by TK
Words, in an unaccounted-for way, set up and present unfounded expectations; this is the beginning of everything that bothers man. “If only I were rich, handsome, smart…enlightened—then I could be happy.” Nothing could be further from the truth: intangibles cannot effect change in the tangible. (37:00) #3221
Jan’s Daily Fresh Real News (to accompany this talk)
LAUGHS OF PRISONERS ALL RING HOLLOW (OR BITTER)
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The Outlier’s Private Belly Splitter
NOVEMBER 8, 2004 © 2004: JAN COX
A certain scientist says he is sure there is an unrecognized force in the universe that on some planets creates the illusion of things there being disjointed & disordered.
Someone asked if that was only on worlds which had creatures with consciousness,
to which he replied: “And you can imagine it being otherwise?”
If things are coming-apart – there must be witnesses capable of grasping
such a concept to validate its occurrence.
(“Pa pa: is it: validate – or: create?”
“In man’s intangible realm – you can see a difference?”)
One man remarked on how much better he felt now that he had an insurance policy, and when someone said they heard that the company was out of business, and thus the policy was surely invalid he said: “No matter – I still feel better having it.”
Consciousness in the head is like a bear in a cave with several favorite spots
in which he likes to lay.
People who feel it imperative that they be heard on a certain matter give up-front proof that they understand nothing about the matter.
Conversation.
“It’s pretty complicated in here.”
“It’s pretty complicated out here!”
“Wanna swap places?”
“Will it help?”
“If I knew that I wouldn’t be in here.”
Professes one professor:
“A nice thing about a tragedy is that it puts all the ordinary people on-edge –
leaving more groove-time available for the rest of us.”
One man has a special chair he sits in – made of his rejuvenated self.
This e-mail received from a reader:
“Out of all you have published over the last several years, the item that I like best was the one that said: ‘If you don’t get the joke – you are the joke.’ (Plus I hate it.)
Yours,” etc.
Humans who talk about God have no understanding of what consciousness is about.
Species Specific Superiorities.
A lion won’t run on a sore foot — but a left fielder will in a crucial game.
Whenever a certain man who was progressively beset by a multitude of physical ailments, but who took it all in stride and with good grace,
would be complimented on his attitude he would explode & go into a tumultuous tirade. (“To keep the dogs of self felicitation at bay [or at least in Oakland],” he explains.)
One guy said that the way to cover up for having a poor memory is to pretend that things you can’t remember are simply things you weren’t interested in,
and someone else said they believed that was the cause of having a poor memory, and the first guy said: “Ah, never mind – just forget it.”
One guy’s consciousness one morning said: “I feel like I’ve been thrown into a sack
with some sort of invisible wild creature which keeps knocking me all about.”
Inspirational Thought For The Day (Somewhere).
One man sometimes gets SO excited, he can almost bear being alive.
One Guy’s Private Inspirational Thought.
“I create my own.”
In his ongoing efforts to be a conscious arbitrator in the struggle ‘twixt
hormones & neurons, one man (after he had reached a certain age)
instead of having his face lifted – had his brain lowered.
(This type of efficiency is not in the eye-of-the-beholder — but in the I.)
Surveying the scene from a street corner in the center of the city a man mused:
“Serious people never see anything funny about being alive. Hummmm…..
I wonder if that is why they are – naw! – couldn’t be.”
Later while walking a few blocks off the main stem he further mulled:
“Have you noticed that no one finds any ready humor in calendars and clocks.”
In certain places,
certain numbers
make certain people uneasy.
By its nature: all advice is a day-old.
One guy invited to tea, stayed for dinner,
another guy invited for the weekend, stayed all year,
another guy asked to say a few words, never stopped talking,
and another who was given the keys to the house – sold the sucker.
Update.
All advice is a day-old except that which unconventional consciousness gives itself.
One guy’s natural-born consciousness (invited obviously by genes)
quickly wore out its welcome with him.
Hormones, Neurons & Gender.
As her daughter and son prepared to set off for the world of City Education
a mother said to the girl:
“Never believe any man’s important-new-scientific-theory unless you’ve
slept with him,” then turned to the boy and said: “I guess you’re on your own.”
(And a tour guide mentioned in a story some days ago reappeared in an attempt to repeat what he’d said before, that:
“Entire religions have been started on a lesser notion,”
but before he could, someone slammed the bus door on his tongue.)
The condemned man (being the true intellectual that he was up until the very end) expressed as his final-request, that something – ANYTHING VILE –
be shouted out just as he was shot.
(In a glaringly obvious corollary, a more physically oriented man in an adjoining cell
for his last request simply asked that he be let go.)
A sure way to spot city folks is that as their train passes through a tunnel they will anxiously cry out to the conductor: “Oh my! –
does it always get dark so soon around here?”
Who but a thoroughly deranged duck takes a downpour personally.
(And several people seated in the club car said:
“We heard that, and we know what you really meant, and we resent it.”
[They then en flock made an insulting sound like a mallard farting.])
Definition.
Envy: Hormones at their most pretentious.
(“That would seem to introduce an interesting question: Can neurons be pretentious? – no wait – how can they not be.”)
All really good questions answer-themselves – as do all super good men.
(Often when he feels yucky one man will refer to his hormones as: harmoons.
“In the best attempt I can come up with to get even with them.”)
Note: Hormones can take-a-lot, ‘cause hormones can dish OUT a lot.
Fleas never try to fight elephants – they just piggyback ‘em.
(“Same as I should do my emotions, I guess you’re saying?!”)
The moral to this being: If you can’t stand the pig shit – stay out of the pig.
As they walked to the market, the kid asked the ole man:
“If everyone didn’t play along with the game of: serious-acting-people-being-accepted-as-intelligent-people,
would anyone want to BE serious?” –
and the ole man just smiled and kept on a’walkin’.
J