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TO AN ORDINARY MIND,
THE SAME OLD END ALWAYS SEEMS NEAR;
TO A LIBERATED ONE,
ALL NEW POSSIBILITIES

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 JANUARY 2, 2003                                                                  © 2003: JAN COX
 
 
 
 
 

After a man had been diagnosed with an ultimately fatal ill he one day said:
“Based on how I now sometimes feel, I do not know if I am beginning to die,
or just by coincidence have started experiencing very unusual physical sensations,”
a comment which caused another man to realize:
“That is exactly my case regarding what goes on with my mind.”
 
 
 
 
 

To believe that you can escape from a certain place,
you must first believe that you are in that place:
this is an early circumstance from which many who are initially interested in
the life of the mental rebel never extricate themselves;
they know they are not satisfied with where they are (non physically speaking)
but a most difficult to realize viscidity of the situation is that they also do not know where they presently are, and moreover  --  are unable to recognize that they do not;
they do not like where they are internally,
they do not know where they are internally,
but they are made to say that they do,
thus effectively barring them from ever realizing that they do not know:
a recipe for a routine life for a normal man,
but one of frustration caused by ignorance for a few.

Perhaps the toughest trick in the independent magician’s bag
is to ever privately realize that whatever it is that so bothers you  --
--  you do not know what it is.
At some early time in your interest in the revolutionist’s life you read, and accepted someone else’s telling of what the bothersome thing is  --   everyone does  --
--  there is no other way to get started in this elusive affair,
but to ever progress beyond the introductory stage, somehow, someday
a clear fact must suddenly leap into the face of your consciousness,
the fact that you personally have no idea what it is that has for near
the length of your entire memory made you feel restless and wanting to do something --  or experience something that seems not available or possible,
where you inwardly are now.
This recognition is the first great release;
your thinking is liberated from a captivity that you not only did not realize,
but which in fact, you had been taking to be part of an escape plan.

The sudden apprehension of this ignorance is, for the certain man,
a most joyous and memorable day;
he can then begin to actually reconnoiter his inner world,
the first step toward the full realization of what is going on in the life of man.









In spite of what history and current thought says,
this one man insists that within his own mind the feudal system is alive and thriving.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Nothing that men call a problem is worth thinking about --
unless of course, you need for it to remain one.
Pastimes in the city are not that easily come by;
after he has et, sexed, and slept --  what is an ordinary man to do but talk  --
and listen to others do so (books, movies, and of course, conversation and speeches),
and what is most talk about?  --  the problems of being man.

The rebel is fortunate in this respect in that he has an innate, intimate hobby
about which he is so secretly passionate that he needs no other.









If you believe that by being human you have sinned, you should take it upon yourself to accept every person’s calls from telemarketers.
 
 
 
 
 
 

Life has programmed ordinary men such that if they have nothing worthwhile to do themselves they will feel the urge to tell others what they should be doing that would be worthwhile.
 
 
 
 
 

A grandfather asked his son, who himself was a father:
“If I get old enough, will it be anything like being enlightened?”
an idea that if not so explosive would be funny.....................funny and explosive.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

In city minds, anything seen as progress in their understanding of man
is like a trompe l’oeil scrawled on a kindergarten wall;
when nothing is happening man’s mind likes to chart and discuss the inactivity  --  which both conceals the fact of what it is and magically makes it seem otherwise.
  “True Captain, the ship is still stuck at the dock,
   but the designers’ discussions of the potential problem are moving along nicely”   --   and there is exemplified the illusion-as-reality that constitutes all that
the ordinary mind, knows about the singular inner world it has created within itself;
mind’s constructive position is thus:
“While I as yet do not understand the nature of this special place, my ceaseless activity (apparently sometimes pertinent thereto) more than makes up for the lapse”  --

--  not for the certain man it doesn’t.











Today’s Hint:
if the-secret does reside in you, it is in hormones  --   not neurons.

Today’s Super Hint:
the above hint (while useful) is ultimately invalid in that
you cannot ever get in touch with hormones without first going through neurons.

Okay, Today’s Super Duper Hint:
there is actually no place internally from whence to begin an effort to
get anywhere else.
   Local reality (the world of dreams) is wherever the mind is for the instant,
   selectively looking;
   universal reality is everywhere simultaneously  --
   undifferentiated, indescribable  --   and the whale that ate asia.

The reason it is said that he who knows what is going on
does not actually know anything is that:
what is going on (unrecognized by routine minds) consumes completely
all that man’s mind calls, knowing.
 
 

The realization is like the supreme soup  --
so consummate that all you see is soup  --
no ingredients  --   only soup.
 
 
 

J









“Dear Answer Man: What word should be used to properly complete the following sentence:
‘Food is to the body, as ____________ is to the mind’?”

In the place wherein is to be found the realization  --
it’s all soup  --  not the mind’s normal ingredients  --  just pure soup.



 
 
 

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