Jan Cox Talk 3227

It’s Not About What You Know But What You Feel About Knowing It


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At any given moment you only know what you think and how you feel. That is the sum total of what you are. The aggregate of all your life experiences to date has nothing to do with it. The totality of memories is not the substance of your being, although men believe otherwise. The way you physically and/or emotionally feel impacts what you think. What you think seems to be about what you know; but what you know is how you feel and what you’re thinking! (34:11) #3227

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

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Ideas Beyond The Grasp Of Automatic Association
NOVEMBER 22, 2004 © 2004: JAN COX
A Clutch Of Conversations.

“Even local reality has to admit that a few days out of town makes everything
seem better.”
“You mean when you get back?!”
“Clearly you’re a home-over.”

“Pa pa: what is a home-lover?”
“A creature with consciousness becomes a lover of many things which it
cannot rationally explain. You gotta love it.”

A man whined to his doctor:
“But I was born like I am – how can I ever do anything about it?!”
“You can’t – but you could not whine about it.”
“But that is part of the way I was born.”

“Pa pa: How do you get to be a healer?”
“In man’s intangible world: by saying that you are.”
“Can you then do people some good?”
“In a land with no wind – you can’t bring a fan.”
On one world they do not permit people to point out the obvious.
(“Guess some places are just ahead of us in being civilized.”)

“A rebel doesn’t work for salary – he does what he does because he wants to.”
“How ‘bout: because he has to.”
“On one world they try to protect mental children from hurting themselves
with certain facts.”

“To ever get to the real bottom of things requires that one not be dependent on inspiration from others; the rebel’s motivation must come from his self.”
“But what if he wasn’t born that way?”
“Find a doctor who will tell you the truth.”
“The truth?”
“About man’s second reality.”

He teaching the course (“Medical Topography: The Primary & Secondary Aspects”) gave the class an unscheduled oral exam:
asked he of one student (in an unscheduled tone of voice):
“What is the leading cause of human illness?”
And the matriculant sought further details:
“Do you mean other than hormones?”
“Yes,” replied the professor.
“More specifically.”
“Unfounded seriousness,” (and the entire class subtly exhaled a breath of happy relief).

“In your investigation of the case, if you discover things you can describe –
they were of no value.”
“Is that really true for every single thing?”
“Yes, for each thing – until you discover the next one.”

International Update.
Everybody likes to be put-on.
Oops! — a correction just received: it says this story was reported backwards.
(A claim most difficult to believe.)

“In jail is the only place ordinary people can breathe.
(More precisely: people’s ordinary consciousness.)”
“Am I wrong in my perception that half the time when people are talking about
other people, they’re not talking about the other person physically, but about their
intangible form: that verbal shadow men cast but take to be more?”
“Wrong you’re not, and if you will look deeper into what you have perceived, you will find that its ramifications reach far into the silliness that automatic-consciousness creates in men’s heads and then passes off as matters most serious.
Put another way: Nothing is more profitable than realizing that human consciousness, no matter the apparent subject, primarily talks about itself.”

With no warning, the professor of: “History: Its Primary & Secondary Features” subjected his class to a verbal quiz (quizzed he one student):
“Tell us: Besides hormones: What is the principal cause of history?”
“Sir: based on the perspectives you have presented us: neurons are the sole cause
of us having history and hormones merely the cause of there being things from
which neurons could fashion a thing they call history,”
and the whole room spontaneously broke out in a break out.

“What can you label (besides: devoid-of-any-understanding) any human who feels awe toward another human being?!”
“And you’re not including weight lifters in that?”
“Or tango dancers?”
“Or timbale players.”
“Certainly not.”
“But all others.”
“You got it.”

“Lots of people want to appear intelligent and important and the way to do it is with a grim countenance.”
“Yeah……that’s what I always thought.”

“I notice you never talk about politics or religion.”
“There’s nothing there worth talking about.”
“Ah, but I disagree.”
“Then let me put it to you like this: There is nothing there worth talking about unless
you believe there is – and if you do then you aren’t worth talking to.”

“When I started down this road I had many things to say about myself –
let me be more exact: While I was still looking for where this road began,
I had many things to say about myself;
then once I found it and had traveled some time, I had much less to say;
now I have nothing to say about me.”
“So what does that say about you?”
“Can’t say.”

The teacher of a kindergarten class opened up their morning proceedings with
this puzzler which she assured them if answered responsibly would spread
mucho surprising light on the relationship between a man’s individual mental receptacle and mankind’s collective educational institutions that attempt to fill it,
and it went like this: “Can wearing cheap shoes cause you to have cheap feet?”

“Is it a sign that you’re waking-up when you no longer care what other people think?”
“’What other people THINK’?! – where the hell did you get such an absurd idea?”

“The frequent feelings of seeming extreme duress men experience in their intangible reality is what in part has given birth to their rituals, prayers and sacrifices.
Render unto gods, imaginary caesars.”
“That’s a joke – right?!”
“If self-reference is not good for a rebel, that makes it just that much better for a world made up of no substance – no?!”

In Autopsy class (as he poked about in an open skull) the Professor (he of tenure in both Anatomy & Urban Transpiration) noted to the students around the table:
“You can always recognize the brain of a nervous-system-rebel –
either by the presence of skid marks, or by the fact that its roads have no shoulders,”
and the class en mass, made admiring swooning noises.

“The good thing about a long-lasting laxative is that you not only get digestive relief,
but via your many trips to the facilities, exercise as well.”
“Well! Finally you’ve come up with something whose metaphorical relevance to
altering consciousness is obvious. Finally!”

“Okay: if (as you once strongly hinted) everybody does know what’s really-going-on – how come nobody ever talks about it?”
“What?! – and ruin all the fun for everybody else!”

“How can you tell that you understand nothing?”
“You talk as though you believe you do.”
“Well at least you understand one thing.”

“The cruise line on one sea has an iron-clad rule for all its captains:
They can ask no questions of passengers.
(and you wouldn’t believe its popularity?)”
“But aren’t you really talking about something else entirely?”
“Isn’t a real man always.”