JAN'S FRESH REAL NEWS

                © 2001:  JAN COX
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November 15, 2001.
 
 
 
 
 

                                        To break through the haze requires a trick,
                                        having a mind, abnormally slick.
 
 

Allowing things to stick to your thoughts produces a gradual, but certain mischief:
the fragmentation of consciousness from repetitive, faux-passion, self-inflicted blows,
and while a fractured consciousness is man’s norm,
it is this condition that much troubles a few, anomalously wired.
 

One feature of consciousness’ singularity is its ability for extended focus;
man’s non conscious instincts are programmed to focus on a matter only for as long as it is significant to survival:
a gazelle’s attention is on a lion lurking in the grass only for the time the lion is there;
if the lion leaves, the gazelle’s instincts instantly forget the whole affair,
but consciousness does not so automatically forget.
The conscious mind of a man in the wilds who saw a stalking lion nearby, once safe, would not immediately forget what had occurred, but would remember it vividly
and would review the circumstances of the previously experienced
threatening situation sufficiently to form plans of future action
which would diminish the possibility of it reoccurring.

Once a passion producing event has occurred to a man in which
consciousness’ participation was called in,
(anything from a confrontation with a rabbid raccoon, or store clerk,
to a physical injury, or insult suffered),
ordinary consciousness is loath to let it go;
it will replay the scene and conversation incessantly in spite of the fact that
the clerk who insulted you five years ago is in a city half way around the world
which you will never again visit,
thus the continually replaying of the unpleasant event by your consciousness,
along with its interjections of, “What I should have said to the bastard!”
is a thoroughly empty activity;
yet one that does not bother ordinary people;
they accept such mental hamster-wheeling-to-no-where goings on
as a normal feature of their consciousness.
 

But a man who wants to cut through all of the meaningless clutter that
routinely takes up all of the space in his head
where his individually meaningful thinking should, or at least, could be taking place,
has not so magnanimous and laissez faire an attitude about the situation,
and takes these repetitive wastes of his mental time personally.

“What is going on with all of this?” he thinks,
and, “Who knows?!” he must initially concede,
but what is clear is that the events and dialogues his consciousness
incessantly replays were, when they originally occurred  –  passion producers;
what was done or said provoked in him at a non conscious level,
an instinctive response, which are always passionate;
no animal reacts to things in its environment about which it has no inborn passion.

What more might be specifically made of this irrational situation?
The obvious take is that man’s consciousness is programmed to not only
aid instinct in defending his physical self,
but is also charged with protecting his image of himself --
which sets up an even more interesting circumstance.
Here you have consciousness --
--  the source of a man having an image of himself apart from his physical body --
being made responsible for defending this intangible sensation
which it created in the first place.
 

Ask yourself: “Is there something screwy with this scene?!” –
a question, in response to which, ordinary men would think:
”What the hell’s he talking about?!   --  and in any case:
a man’s self image is a fragile thing, not to be trifled with & subjected to abuse; it is nothing less than proper and extremely important that it be protected,
so if that is what consciousness is doing by its relentless replays of
past psychological blows he has suffered, then by gawd! --
Three cheers for consciousness!”

Then ask yourself this: “Do I want to safely be
                                           my uninvited mental image of me,
                                           or do I irresistibly hunger for something else?! –
                                           in fact, damn near anything else?”  --   if so:

then  you are a candidate for the Abnormally Slick Mind Procedure;
available to you in the privacy of your own home (head);
not nineteen ninety-nine; not even nine ninety-nine, but none ninety-nine!
That’s right: absolutely no cost to you (assuming you have the correct value assessment of that shadowy and shifty image of a make-believe you
that haunts the mental house you were born into).
 

To pursue this aim properly, by using subtraction rather than addition;
and to institute a life of profitable poverty,
you cannot continue (as would normally be normal) to allow things -- anything --
to stick to your thoughts,
and any thought that appears which you have already thought before –  is slime,
and serves no purpose other than to re enforce your mind’s sliminess.
 

The few’s view is obstructed by the mold that has set in on consciousness;
you are trying to cook fresh food in a pan covered in gobs of
leftover scraps from yesterday’s meal;
you are trying to run on feet afflicted with blisters and scabs from  previous outings;
you are simply straining to see clearly anew,
but using eyes/I’s that are riddled with cataracts caused by
the repeated blows of incessantly replayed scenes & words which
your consciousness has forced itself to watch and listen to,
but by undertaking a thorough and persistent investigation of this matter,
consciousness can be led in another direction;
                                               consciousness is no fool,
                                               and when it can be shown how foolish it is acting,
                                               it becomes (in the few) highly embarrassed
                                               and disposed to change its behavior.
 
 
 

Strip your thoughts of all unnecessary activities;
the mind will never cease to be active, but with a certain inborn desire,
and perseverance, you discover a great, great SECERET!
You can think about rabbits (as your thoughts want to do) –
or you can think about something else;
you can even think about how asleep and stupid you are --
which will only be something that your thoughts want to think about  --  or,
(with Herculean effort; the grace of the gods, and a major dose of luck)  –
you can force your thoughts onto something else --  anything else –
for anything else will aid you in awakening from the perceived sleep,
                                                    while thinking about it only supports it.
 

                                                                      Neat, huh?
 
 
 

Yes, fiends & neighbors: be a Teflon Head;
never again wonder what an enlightened man has on his mind --  nothing!
(if his luck's still holding).

For those who really want to see The Secret --  full monty  --
there is nothing you have ever thought that is worth thinking again –
not at the expense of you finally seeing clearly for yourself,
which is precisely what such activity costs you.
 

                   Come on --  slick ‘em up and get on with the ride.

                                                                  J