Jan Cox Talk 3257


A Query With Potential: “How Do I Know?”

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

How we know, as per Jan’s model of talk as a kind of foreign agent, an infection-of-sorts. We know two things: the physical world with its associated milieu and the knowing of the intangible, cultural world of man. The more you express in words this knowledge of the latter, the more certain and unassailable it becomes.

There is a kind of knowing whose source is unknown; it is part of the collective consciousness of man, transcending the physical knowing of local conditions. This knowledge is the exclusive creation of words, not physical experience. It is utterly baseless and otiose. Ask yourself the question: “How do I know?”—the relentless confrontation of this query holds much potential profit for the Few. (35:30) #3257

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

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Things That The Few Hear In Advance
FEBRUARY 2, 2005 © 2005: JAN COX

Ordinary consciousness has an automatic suppressor that keeps certain ideas from staying on its screen long enough to form a clear image; the man-on-the-case must provide his own personal suppressor to quench this suppressor.
The man who awakens not only has everything –
he has the secret word that gave birth to everything.
Most of those who start the journey never go far enough to discover that they are it: that their own consciousness is the journey and the destination.

The daydreams repetitive in every man’s mind are of two types:
they either concern things he has never done, or things indeed done,
but in a manner found unsatisfactory after the fact.
The question for the man investigating the case is: “Where to begin?”
(Or: “How can you shoot a moving target if it and your bullet are the same thing?”)

Those who are wont to say: “Ah – one of these days!”
actually mean: “Well – none of these days.”
If the certain-man wasn’t already here tomorrow, he won’t be here today –
(that’s just the way it is).
No matter what he would be reading, one man would always be so anxious to know what was on the next page that he finally stopped reading and started to actually think.

So offers another chap:
“What I like about opera is that the vocalists always have facial expressions that make them appear to be deadly serious about the words coming out of their mouths, (completely unlike ordinary people talking).”
Which is also why people are attracted to political & religious fanatics.

Everyone’s consciousness is filled with things they know – that they don’t know.

If you’re not original — you’re nothing.
(Well, you’re normal, but…)

“I feel like I’m too stuffed into my head,” says one guy.

One man says he sometimes feels that he is an audio wave (as opposed to a person).

Only when his feelings reach consciousness does an ordinary man know
who to blame for the way he’s feeling.

Ordinary people read about something that is new to them and their consciousness thereafter talks as though they discovered it. (Understanding via plagiarism.)

If you’re not original of thought — you know nothing.
(Well, you may know chemistry or carpentry, but…)

The man-who-knows is a part of nothing.

All it takes to repress consciousness is to let it run automatically.

That which does not advance, recedes, and the proclaimed innovators of yesterday become the repetitive old fogies of today.

Imaginary boxes are easily filled by imaginary stuff.

One man says he takes requests – just not from him.

Anything you can explain to your own satisfaction — you don’t understand fully.

Where nothing is seen – look again.

The so-called human-emotions unique to man can be seen as a ditch between
the Red & Yellow Circuits: a captious gully through which the ordinary must trudge, and the few must learn to leap:
a spot in man’s development where red, deadly dangerous furies morph into
more controllable blue miffs.

The sounds the many hear which they perceive to come from without —
come from otherwise.

Even after all the miraculous advances in science & technology:
crooked sticks still cast crooked shadows. (Couldn’t you just spit!)

If the thoughts you have in your mind are not like supremely pleasurable music
to your inner ears – you still don’t have the thinking thing perfected.

There is no form nor manifestation of criticism that will ever lead one to understanding. (Isn’t that enough to make everybody want to spit!)

Only they succeed who are deaf to the words: success and failure.

Cells and machines both learn from experience (though neither will tell you about it).

It is for segments of the ordinary human populace to react negatively to the new, providing the resistance required for expansion.
(Needless to note that the few should avoid this whole affair like a herd of stampeding insurance salesman.)

Those determined to crack-the-case must continually grow-up to the level of collective humanity, as reflected in its latest generation; instead of doing what would be normal for your age (that is: resisting and criticizing the younger’s words, attitudes and behavior) the special-investigator must realize and support Life’s own
higher morality (which is): Growth is good — stagnation, bad.

Ordinary criticism of Life is like examining one piece of a jigsaw puzzle and declaring it to be without beauty, form or function: its shape may seem ungainly and purposeless, its colors in conflict with itself, but once the piece is properly positioned and seen as part of the completed picture, no such criticism is valid.
He who would solve the puzzle remembers this at all times — in advance.

The mind is the last place most men will look.

Only the unprejudiced supporters of Life fully live and endure.

A man’s inherent “I” is a form of one-syllable suicide.

A fuller understanding of the 3 Forces working in the consciousness of man would redefine one’s routine notions of pride and shame (e.g.: A lion does not hunt worms).

Women (as directed by hormones) are driven to identify themselves primarily via
the reactions they produce in men, and while this is sexually functional,
mentally conceiving of yourself by the concepts others have of you is (for the few)
to be shunned like last year’s fashion.
Only the man who has solved the case knows who he is –
and yet he among all men, does not know. (Do you feel additional spit dying to be spat?)

It has been said that it is good for a man to have everything he wants –
but what about the reverse?

Everyday you should tell as many people as possible the things you like
and the things you don’t.

It is bad knowledge that cannot be altered;
fools can prove this, but only the few understand it.

To make use of all available clues in solving the case you must be able to
feel for other people without being attached to them.

Just as no man can tell you why he is lustfully smitten by a particular woman,
(after the fact he can say it is due to her smile, her figure, her personality, but truth is): there is no explaining it;
neither can a person tell why they wanted to awaken the instant they heard about it.

To accept recognition from the ordinary is to insult yourself.
“And as always you’re really talking about what goes on between
different parts of your consciousness rather than between people?!”
As always.