Jan Cox Talk 3294

Life’s Herding Function: Man’s Felt Inadequacies Cause Cooperation

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Summary

5/2/05:
Notes by TK

The conscious part of the brain hungers for outsourced guidance in its proper conduct. Whereas the body needs no instructions to function, the mind is inherently uncertain about how to live in the secondary reality. Consider: thinking is man’s most vital, evolved capacity; yet Life so distrusts its purview that it engineers in it a dependence on external direction versus independent operation on its own merits. Thus all men are made to feel inadequate yet must turn to each other for redress and certainty: how crazy is that?

In this way, Life is treating every individual human as if it were a cell in Life’s brain. If each cell were able to think for itself, all cohesion would be lost; structural integrity and function would break down. Enlightenment is to be activated to think from your own fountainhead, not from the Life-dictated race-mind. (50.44) #3294

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To the certain-man, a slight stomachache is the same as a severe one.
Disabled is disabled, whether it comes from the mountains or from the clouds.
The true rebel is his own wind.
Metaphors can be unwrapped and eaten – or thrown in the garbage.

In trying to solve-the-mystery, the emphasis is always on “I” –
always on talking-consciousness.
The Chase.
You’ll never strangle a goose unless you’re chasing a goose.

No matter what the certain-man talks about – he talks about the same thing.

Dialogue.
“Is there a perfect metaphor?”
“Reality.”

Says one guy: “The more I eat of this – the more I want.”

If you don’t pay attention to what’s going on, you won’t care what’s going on;
the certain-man cares way-y-y too much about what’s going on,
OR: If you don’t pay attention to what’s going on
you won’t be interested in what’s going on;
the certain-man is way-y-y too interested in what’s-going-on.

Definition.
Religious Mystic: One who believes that if you shake-your-mind your ass will follow.

Pondered a chap: “If you can make everyone else believe you know
what’s really going on, might that mean that you actually do?”
Almost any comment can spook the ordinary.

A man properly struggling to crack-the-case never asks his self where he’s headed.

After having gone through a certain experience, a man mused:
“I feel as though I have been disassembled and put back together differently.”

It’s super easy to be quiet after you know-what’s-going-on. (Honk, honk.)

One day when the King was in a fairly flaccid mood, one man declared his self:
The Official State Vineyard.
(Who knows what wondrous roots run ‘neath the un-toiled neural soil? The shadowman do.)

One thing you never hear an inner rebel say: “Now let’s not get ahead of ourselves.”

The Special-Investigator In Computer Land.
“My mind is my mouse.”

Somewhere along the way to cracking-the-case,
everyone must eventually go through the stage of:
“For years I wanted to know the answer to The Question –
but now I just want to know: What really is the question?”

Anything can distract the ordinary.

A father told a son: “There is this one place where they accept getting old,
and testosterone depletion as becoming increasing wise,” and the lad reacted:
“Wow! – I wish I lived there, I mean: Man! – am I glad I don’t live there.”

Listening to other people’s opinions is like taking a nap.

One chap has adopted the view that the thinking which automatically flows from his
old regular brain is like sulfuric acid in an uncapped container whose directions for use are on the bottom of the container.
(He urges you to take a moment and picture the scene of a man trying to deal with such a situation.)

It’s not enough to choke – you’ve got to choke to death.

Everyone wants to turn up the heat once it gets cold.
To crack-the-case, you must constantly stay ahead of yourself.

Mentally saving-for-a-rainy-day assures there’ll come one.

Notes one fellow: “Hearing the daily news of the world is like
hearing my blood circulate.”

A man who swallows the schedule can never be late.

When confronted with mortally created activity, ordinary men look at the activity; the certain-man looks at it in a curious analytical manner that cannot be described.

Exchange.
“You never know when your time will come.”
“How do you mean that?”
“Any way you want it.”

If you describe yourself you will detail the things that you feel are a hindrance to your awakening; as though Life is either trying to achieve some stable balance in man,
or else is striving for some new, higher standard for him.
The ancient Greeks dreamed of developing a “balanced man”,
but what men have always really wanted is to stop talking-consciousness from
so distracting their unused ability to think.

Not being sure which way to go never stops the rebel from going.

The man trying to solve the mystery is not easily astounded,
but is easily astounded by his self.

If the things that bother the ordinary, bother you — you’re one of them.

Everyone feels like they’re waiting-on-a-message —
some sort of special communiqué.

One thing you will never hear the certain-man say:
“I better wait here.”

J

It’s only too-late when you say it is.