You Have Instant Reality, With a Narrative by Talking Consciousness
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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3/11/05:
Notes by TK
Talking consciousness as analogue of a voice-over narrative in a movie or documentary: the equivalent of reading liner notes while listening to a symphony or visiting Shakespeare’s home to deepen appreciation for his writing. A voice-over is utterly disconnected in the process of its making, its essence, from the film; it’s superfluous, a distraction from the instant reality present to the senses.
What need has a man for his talking consciousness to tell him what he sees/feels? (35:11) #3272
Jan’s Daily Fresh Real News (to accompany this talk)
KNOWING HOW THINGS GO
KEEPS YOU FROM BEING IMAGINARILY CRUSHED BY THEM
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The Slick Man’s Way Through Everything
MARCH 11, 2005 © 2005: JAN COX
Though they give the matter no specific thought, ordinary men perceive Life to be a challenge, a test, a stroke of bad luck to be endured;
only a few (those born with a nervous-system wired unconventionally) see it as a mystery to be solved; a non-life-threatening case-to-be-cracked;
the mystery is consciousness, though many are those who believe they have spent decades on the case, yet have no idea at all as to what the true mystery is:
they believe they are trying to solve the mystery of god; of death; of UFO’s;
of Atlantis; of the Pyramids; The Grail, the Ark, The Virgin Birth,
communication with the dead
and aliens, but compared to consciousness, such activities are childish distractions
and meaningless gewgaws.
Just because one of the thoughts that magically appear in your mind says that something is a mystery means nothing;
it takes a special scientific ability to spot a true mystery – not one that the human mind conjured up – and that one mystery fully facing man’s mind is:
What is my mind? – a case that you alone are left to solve.
An email just in:
“Commonly in your stories do superior beings (gods, realities, kings, local conditions, Life itself) converse with men; why has this never occurred in my life;
I am above average in intelligence and no extraordinary voice ever speaks to me?!” Really?
Consciousness is the great mystery men are daily allowed to revisit.
In one spot, every time local conditions gets in a shouting match with its creatures
and in final exasperation snaps: “Well, speak for yourself!” they will snap back:
“Oh, but that we could,” which always seems to shame him just momentarily
(though he is actually as helpless about the situation as they are).
In man’s second-reality affairs only two classes of people appear to know
what is going on: religious and political fanatics – and those who say nothing
(and no one pays any attention to them).
All exercise for the mind is good – even useless ones.
“Pa pa, I remain confused: If man’s second-reality world is not truly serious
then why does he treat it so doggone seriously? –
and the ole man left the air in the room knife-cutting-thick with his non-response.
One neural bundle who became king said it got that way through a
“hormonal imbalance.”
A thong philosopher in a far away land opines: “While the seas are filled with the
cries of the drowning this is balanced out by the beaches being awash in the deaf.”
(P.S. The faraway locales of many of the stories reported here are not as far away as commonly believed.)
Second-reality’s rallying cry: “Always Alert To The Ever-Present Threat Of Certainty!”
One of city park’s speakers, in a momentary spray of pseudo insight disclaimed:
“All the joys of Life are but intoxications!” and a squirrel in a near-by tree said to a visiting cousin: “And the marvelous thing with these creatures is that their intoxicants come in both bottles and words.”
Do not expect to reap what you sow since you were not the sower but rather the seed.
In The City.
Even if you have no talent for design, if you make something ugly enough,
somebody will want it.
“Oh Great Genie: I want to be a personality cult.”
“Do you want to be the cult or the personality around whom the cult is formed?”
“Oh, that doesn’t matter.”
“Then you are in luck.”
One guy: changed his home address; disconnected his phone;
threw away his social security card and still! – still he had his number.
If you know who you are and where you really live – that’s all that counts.
Scrawled on city hall, this latest dose of city graffito:
“Big helpings of littleness can add up to small collections of largeness.”
In his self-described attempt to expand-their-philosophical-horizons
one king told his people: “Why should you look to me for those particulars in life
that only life itself can grant?” and someone shouted back:
“But you are the one to whom we give part of our crops and labor,”
and a homeless lad in the village suddenly thought: “This is the same problem I have been encountering in my search for wisdom, only in a different setting.”
Habit has no fate.
This email was received:
“A story you reported three days ago about a god whose only comment to the creatures in his charge was: ‘Ah – forget it!’ so disturbed me that I have not been able to eat for the last two weeks, which reminds me of another reader’s email you published wherein he noted how your writings get time all ‘es-kewed-up’
and although I am not exactly sure what this word means it seems close enough to: ‘screwed-up’ to suit my sentiments nicely. Well, I guess that’s all I have to say for now (I was about to close by saying: ‘Keep up the good work,’ but remembered that I initially wrote this email to complain about what you do) so –
I guess I am now sufficiently confused to close.
Sincerely Yours,” etc.
You might care to note that there would be no news coverage of man’s second-reality world were it not carried out with the same solemnity as given affairs in the first.
Another note: If you say everything that can possibility be said about any matter,
you never have to fear being one-upped.
(“So that’s why god talks so much!”
“So that’s why my consciousness talks so incessantly.”
“I hesitate to say anything; if this goes any further, I’m afraid that I
might wake-up.”)
Household Cleaning Tip.
Clean your house!
Everybody is not only a king & a people, a father & son, but also a physician & patient.
The medical staff believed that the full extent of the damage could not be ascertained until the patient had recovered, but by the time this occurred the patient claimed he could not now grasp the true scope of his previous stupidity.
Your genetic thinking and the full potential of consciousness make measurements in two entirely different manners.
J