New Model: Consider Consciousness as Life’s Mind and Your Mind
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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3/23/05:
Notes by TK
A new model. Consciousness consists of two parts: Life’s mind and your mind. Two interesting features thus arise: when Life’s mind speaks, yours can’t (or doesn’t); second, few are interested in bringing their portion under their control. Life’s mind is your small piece of the collective mind. Your thoughts are lesser versions of Life’s paradigmatic ones. Life reserves a portion of your consciousness for its own purposes, while leaving the rest for your own purposes. (35:34) #3277
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MARCH 23, 2005 © 2005: JAN COX
Gazing out at neighboring terrains a King said:
“I will commence the war with words and then…” but an aide interrupted him:
“Please Your Grace: may I be allowed to finish that thought for you:
“I will commence the war with words and conclude it with gunpowder,”
and the ruler replied:
“There is the difference between affairs conducted at the mundane
and the higher levels, for the neural conflicts I instigate have no conclusion.”
In the King’s inner domain, finality is anathema to vitality.
Those who say: “We are our own worst enemy” probably are.
To collective humanity, The Great Mystery remains unsolved
because the few who do unravel it cannot later explain it to anyone else;
oh, they can put it in words that reasonably the reflect the reality of what they discovered, but the problem is that ordinary humans aren’t wired up to catch the significance of the solution should they hear it.
Question: Does that make this particular solution unique in the realm of solutions?
Remembering what you understand contemporaneously with being your routinely stupid self is all that’s necessary.
Indeed, being-two-people-at-once is one of the certain-man’s secret tricks.
Conversation.
“Knowing where to start is the hardest part of getting started.”
“Not so – knowing when to start is the trick to getting started.”
“Wrong! The time is always now.”
What everyone else calls god, conscience, or their sub-conscious mind,
this one man simply calls his partner, about which he said to his son:
“Your partner is your best friend – unless it’s not –
then you’re ordinary –
and on your own.”
As long as man can speak – the past will never die.
(“I don’t know whether to cheer or throw up.”)
One guy says he forgets most of his really great thoughts.
(This in apparent defense of his self?)
There are no justifications for a man’s particular interests in life;
no justifications are available — and none are required.
(“I eat, I rest, I love the Dodgers.”)
Tyrants seek no partners;
oh, they want to get laid and have someone to jaw with all right,
but they do not want to share any of their power –
and you do not think we’re actually talking about physical rulers, sex and buddies here do you?!
A man on the road with bullet holes in his pants is usually shy about asking directions.
In one city is an expert whose credentials are so extensive that by the time they are enumerated, there’s never enough time left for him to do anything.
One man groused: “Before I die I want to have one important thought – just one!” – and local reality muttered: “Don’t sweat it – you will – just one –
just before you die.”
On one world, wanting to crack-the-case is also known as: trying-to-get-in-front-of-it.
When your nervous-system is ordinary, everything happens at the last moment,
(which is to say): everything happens at the time it should,
(and note): this is what the certain-man is not satisfied with in his life.
When your consciousness awakens from the dreamy distraction, you are then
mentally able to get-in-front-of much of what occurs in routine human existence.
One man enjoyed his sores so much that he gave them each their own name.
Collectively, men also do this on an institutional level, the feeling being:
A demon named is a demon capable of being subdued.
(“Pa pa: instead of the word demon, could you use, stupidity?”
“Yes, as long as you remember that the situation exists only in la la land.”)
An email inquiry just in:
“How is it possible that I enjoy many of your news items yet don’t understand them?
Yours,” etc.
Question for you: Is that a meaningful question or not?
A King finally decided to let the people have a religion and appointed a State Priest,
and just before the swearing-in, said to the selected one:
“Now you dress up, and make up all the ritualistic and theoretical folderol you want to; have your fun – just don’t ever try to lay that shuck on me,”
which the appointee would have never done anyway – which is why he was chosen.
(“Pa pa: is chosen the correct word – or: created?”)
While they were out for a walk, Fred said to his dog Bowzer:
“The world is pretty welled filled with idiots,” and after a few more steps added,
“but it’s best just not to think about,” a couple more paces,
“in fact, that’ll do the trick.”
(Shortly after that they returned home.)
In city affairs: no matter your job title, everyone is some sort of garbage man.
A Health Story.
A kid pondered: “Why do you recuperate gradually but get ill all at once?”
(Pst! – there’s more than one type of health.)
One man became so disappointed in his own inner partner that he got a dog
in an effort to replace him;
he then failed to notice that the dog took on all of his partner’s characteristics.
(But you surely saw that coming.)
One chap mused: “If charity does begin at home:
I want to give myself a neural transfusion.”
J