Ordinary
consciousness has an automatic suppresser that keeps certain ideas from
staying on its screen long enough to form a clear image; the man-on-the-case
must provide his own personal suppresser to quench this suppresser.
The
man who awakens not only has everything –
he
has the secret word that gave birth to everything.
Most
of those who start the journey never go far enough to discover that they
are it: that their own consciousness is the journey and
the destination.
The
daydreams repetitive in every man’s mind are of two types:
they
either concern things he has never done, or things indeed done,
but
in a manner found unsatisfactory after the fact.
The
question for the man investigating the case is: “Where to begin?”
(Or:
“How can you shoot a moving target if it and your bullet are the same thing?”)
Those
who are wont to say: “Ah – one of these days!”
actually
mean: “Well – none of these days.”
If
the certain-man wasn’t already here tomorrow, he won’t be here today
–
(that’s
just the way it is).
No
matter what he would be reading, one man would always be so anxious to
know what was on the next page that he finally stopped reading and
started to actually think.
So
offers another chap:
“What
I like about opera is that the vocalists always have facial expressions
that make them appear to be deadly serious about the words coming out of
their mouths, (completely unlike ordinary people talking).”
Which is also why people are attracted to political & religious fanatics.
Everyone’s
consciousness is filled with things they know – that they don’t
know.
If
you’re not original --
you’re nothing.
(Well, you’re normal, but...)
“I
feel like I’m too stuffed into my head,” says one guy.
One
man says he sometimes feels that he is an audio wave (as
opposed to a person).
Only
when his feelings reach consciousness does an ordinary man know
who
to blame for the way he’s feeling.
Ordinary
people read about something that is new to them and their consciousness
thereafter talks as though they discovered it.
(Understanding via plagiarism.)
If
you’re not original of thought --
you know nothing.
(Well, you may know chemistry or carpentry, but...)
The
man-who-knows
is a part of nothing.
All
it takes to repress consciousness is to let it run automatically.
That
which does not advance, recedes, and the proclaimed innovators of yesterday
become the repetitive old fogies of today.
Imaginary
boxes are easily filled by imaginary stuff.
One
man says he takes requests – just not from him.
Anything you can explain to your own satisfaction -- you don’t understand fully.
Where nothing is seen – look again.
The
so-called human-emotions unique to man can be seen as a ditch between
the
Red
& Yellow Circuits: a captious gully
through which the ordinary must trudge, and the few must learn to leap:
a
spot in man’s development where red, deadly dangerous furies morph into
more
controllable blue miffs.
The
sounds the many hear which they perceive to come from without --
come
from otherwise.
Even
after all the miraculous advances in science & technology:
crooked
sticks still cast crooked shadows.
(Couldn’t you just spit!)
If
the thoughts you have in your mind are not like supremely pleasurable music
to
your inner ears – you still don’t have the thinking thing
perfected.
There
is no form nor manifestation of criticism that will ever lead one to understanding.
(Isn’t
that enough to make everybody want to spit!)
Only
they succeed who are deaf to the words: success and failure.
Cells
and machines both learn from experience
(though neither will tell you
about it).
It
is for segments of the ordinary human populace to react negatively to the
new, providing the resistance required for expansion.
(Needless
to note that the few should avoid this whole affair like a herd of stampeding
insurance salesman.)
Those
determined to crack-the-case must continually grow-up to the level
of collective humanity, as reflected in its latest generation; instead
of doing what would be normal for your age (that is: resisting and criticizing
the younger’s words, attitudes and behavior) the special-investigator must
realize and support Life’s
own
higher
morality (which is): Growth is good --
stagnation, bad.
Ordinary
criticism of Life is
like examining one piece of a jigsaw puzzle and declaring it to be without
beauty, form or function: its shape may seem ungainly and purposeless,
its colors in conflict with itself, but once the piece is properly positioned
and seen as part of the completed picture, no such criticism is valid.
He
who would solve the puzzle remembers this at all times --
in advance.
The
mind is the last place most men will look.
Only
the unprejudiced supporters of Life
fully live and endure.
A
man’s inherent “I”
is a form of one-syllable suicide.
A
fuller understanding of the 3 Forces
working
in the consciousness of man would redefine one’s routine notions of pride
and shame
(e.g.: A lion does not hunt worms).
Women
(as directed by hormones) are driven to identify themselves primarily via
the
reactions they produce in men, and while this is sexually functional,
mentally
conceiving of yourself by the concepts others have of you is (for the few)
to
be shunned like last year’s fashion.
Only
the man who has solved the case knows who he is –
and
yet he among all men, does not
know.
(Do you feel
additional spit dying to be spat?)
It
has been said that it is good for a man to have everything he wants
–
but
what about the reverse?
Everyday
you should tell as many people as possible the things you like
and
the things you don’t.
To
make use of all available clues in solving the case you must be able to
feel
for other people without being attached to them.
Just
as no man can tell you why he is lustfully smitten by a particular woman,
(after
the fact he can say it is due to her smile, her figure, her personality,
but truth is): there is no explaining it;
neither
can a person tell why they wanted to awaken the instant they heard about
it.
To
accept recognition from the ordinary is to insult yourself.
“And as always you’re really talking about what goes on between
different parts of your consciousness rather than between people?!”
As
always.
J
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