Jan Cox Talk 3298

Second Reality Has Built Prison Walls of Words


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

When the physical eyes look upon a vacuum they see ‘nothing’. When the mental eyes look on a vacuum they see god, evil and all the facets of culture—which are truly empty. This is the reality of captivity. Awakened mental eyes see emptiness in all the things of civilization not based in the physical sciences.

Without words there is no internal, secondary world: words are our captor. The physical eyes see reality; mental eyes only see words, the “voiceover” narrative about that physical reality. (41:21) #3298

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When you are physically ill, you need no one to tell you so;
when you believe you are otherwise sick, you must tell someone that you so believe, then ask them what they think (being sure of course to pick someone who will agree with you.)

Civilized men’s first weapon was not the sword or the arrow, but proverbs.
Some men would rather be hacked to pieces than hectored so.
(“No one can tell me what to do except me – and even that’s a joke.”)

Notes a chap in a cardigan: “At odd moments the notion has come to my mind
that Life doesn’t care if men look-for-the-answer,
just as long as they stay out of one particular area.”

The ordinary perceive Life to be filled with snares of sweet-poisons;
the man-who-knows finds Life to be filled with Life.

Speaking Of Civilization…
The more homogenized becomes a mix, the more noticeable are anomalies.
One man was a solitary lump in the cocoa – but it didn’t matter,
because even though he realized it – he never put the matter into words.
Note: Certain words are magical and the mere saying of them can conjure up
deities and demons; correction: not certain words – ALL words!
Everyone is holding fireworks in their hand,
yet no one understands the nature of fireworks — no one ever looks in their hand.

Sometimes after having an intriguing, but highly questionable thought,
this one guy will whip out a pocket mirror and into it say: “Hey! – would I lie to me!”

In the certain-man’s intangible kitchen it is always more fun to cook
than it is to consume.
The favorite author of every person who cracks-the-case is the same – them.

One inner rebel, ‘round a late-night campfire confided:
“Even after the lifetime I’ve spent struggling in-the-cause,
I’m still not clear as to whether I enlisted or was drafted.”
A leopard is to his spots born, but he lacks the neural wherewithal to
ponder the matter. (Poor old dumb beasts. “Hey! – are you talking about me?!”)

You can tell more about a person if you never tell them what you seem to
think about them.
(“Isn’t that also true of yourself?!” So you have been listening.)

So asserts one chap: “Any language that doesn’t have wiggle-room
is not an efficient tongue.”
He can be reassured by the fact that as long as words are in charge of languages,
they will always be quite efficient.
(Think how astonished fish must be to find the water they’re in so agreeable.)

With the back of his hand, one man dismissed Vegas’ promotional slogan:
“No no – what happens in ME — stays-in-me!”

When awash in man’s second-reality, wasting energy is no different than saving it.

Words Continue Their Rampage.
One hypochondriac (after a hard day of not having his ills appreciated)
likes to retire to his backyard and sit alone in his placebo.

A Dialogue Fragment.
“You can either listen to you – or to that voice always yacking in your head.”
“But I thought the voice IS me.”
“You haven’t got a chance.”

Good Advice.
Don’t count your chickens before your ducks.

Says one man:
“The city offers the perfect hobby:
it is completely portable;
it can be pursued anywhere;
others will not notice that you’re doing it,
and it costs nothing – staring!”
“I can’t believe you said: ‘And it costs nothing.’”
Beavers see the beaver world.
“Why do you always drag animals into these conversations!?”

If it weren’t for their remembered past, what would ordinary men have to think about?

With a slightly puzzled countenance, one chap says:
“When I speak, sometime it seems like I’m talking to people,
and sometimes it seems like I’m talking to words.”

In man’s mental-only world, half the little children are born facing north,
and the other half facing south;
thus does everything there start off on the right foot and stay there.
(“Hah! I can think of anything I want to!………………………as long as it’s not over two.”)

During Happy Hour at a recent god convention, one deity said to another

“I see only one question worthy of concern by the stumendous likes of us:
Why do you see only one shoe of a pair lying in the highway!?”
(Metaphysical concerns come in many flavors.)