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JAN'S DIALYSIS FOR THE MIND
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June 1, 2002                                                                  © 2002: JAN COX
 
 
 

No one can make another feel right about their self,
and every human possessed of a personal inner reality
has doubt about the rightness of their self,
(except males at the extreme end of the aggressive scale, and females so on the sexual;
the former, a case of being barely civilized;  the latter being the apparent intended norm).
 

No creature lacking thought, (and hence an inner reality),
has any doubt about itself;
no feeling that it personally may not be quite, right;
without an individual inner reality such is not possible;
automatic instinct will drive it to do all that it does proper to its species,
and it with no capacity for doubting what it does or what it is.
 

Man alone can feel that he is not-quite-right;
that he personally is somehow not up to par --  fully acceptable,
and much of his civilized life is spent in seeking assurance from others that he is.
Ordinary men solicit such support in both informal and professional settings,
from friends and family; from priests and psychiatrists.
All normal, sane people in the tribe of homo sapiens feel naturally, to some degree, that they are not quite right,
and just as intuitively do they seek for another to tell them otherwise.
 


As is endless the case with city affairs,
the view from outside of town plainly shows not only that this never occurs, but that humanity is made to ignore the failure,
(nothing more than another example, from the mortal perspective,
of how life currently goes about its business in man).




No amount or type of talk with another human being, friend or paid consultant, will change how a person feels about their self.
Regularly intelligent people will say that decades of analysis,
or a lifetime of discussing and pondering their feelings of not being quite right
have definitely lessened their intensity when all that has happened is that
they have gotten older and their sex drive has distinctly decreased.

Everyday, educated people’s inner reality makes them believe that their feeling of not being quite right is due to some experiences, or series of same in their life, generally prescribed to be of such negative impact as to make the person
banish it from their inner reality  --  razure it from memory;
(another dazzling move by life to provide man’s mind with a super convenient explanation for
a matter he obviously is not intended to look into, [not in any large numbers at least]),

but those few born with that certain säng froind, mental fish eye, life allows:      bumps to see,
                                                                 when bumps it be,
                                                                 while everyone else perceives psychoses.
 
 
 

Nothing occurs in any person’s life which makes them have a feeling that
they are somehow  --  not quite right;
not lack of affection; not presence of abuse;
experience does not cause humans, (in their inner reality),
to feel doubts about who they are and how they live --  being a human, alive does.
 

Things are arranged in man’s inner, thought driven reality such that
he is made to believe (or at least publicly profess to) that not only are
post natal occurrences in the outer reality the cause of his feelings of
doubt concerning the rightness of who he presently seems to be,
but that such feelings can be changed  --   primarily via verbal assurance from another that such is not truly the case and that the feelings are unjustified.
Perfectly sane, normal people say, with a serious contenance and tone,
that they know such change to be possible when,
(as in all the other various stories covered here),
the plain, in-sight, everywhere-around-man evidence is totally to the contrary,
but life’s present arrangement with man is that it demonstratively wants him
to think that his individual feeling of not being quite up to acceptable par
is probably, if not surely, undeserved,
and can be changed -- done away with even --  through endlessly talking about it,
and the ultimate assurance by aother human being that you are, “Just fine.”
 

With a bit of readily available sarcasm and very little effort,
such people and their clearly spurious beliefs can be held in ridicule,
but the few, wanting-to-get-to-the-bottom-of-things are in no position that
affords them such privilege;
they too feel themselves to be, not-quite-right  --
but on a higher  –  more metaphysical level,
and this take may not be without substance,
but in one specific feature, their situation is the same as everyone else’s,
(s.c.); their inner reality tells them that their feeling of not being quite right,
of not being fully awake and conscious,
can be changed, or at least meaningfully affected by
something that another can say.
The apogee of this is in the revered concept of a student needing
verification by a Master that he has achieved the goal,
that he is in fact now, Enlightened, or Awake,
but all the territory this side of that, (what-should-be), curious notion
is littered by smaller facets of the same idea, viz:
that through detailing minutely, (and endlessly if necessary),
your self perceived short comings and overall vague feeling that
you, as an individual, human-being-person are somehow not-quite-right,
to some other human-being-person, that they, (with the proper knowledge, of course),
will be able to say something to you which will finally clear everything up,
and make all such feelings go away.

Such thinking is a dream within an already existing dream.

 
 

No other human being can do or say anything to you that will change the way you naturally feel about yourself;
there is, (as long ago discovered by a few), the possibility of, (shall we say),
un naturally doing so  --   entirely on your own,
and the foundation absolutely necessary, which few ever establish,
is the personal realization, understanding  --  and thus acceptance-of  --
the clear fact that everyone, (save male madmen & female sexbombs),
feels that they are not quite right for the job of being whoever they are.

The intent herein each day is never to be discouraging,
but the unavoidable truth is:
you can never reach the mythical, enlightened inner land of Shangri La
until you fully realize the precise nature of where you presently reside;
you cannot get to there without recognizing for yourself what here is,
and it is not what life has the other six billion sane, normal people around you saying, individually and collectively, that it is.
           The continued giving notice to what other humans say is going on
            only encourages your feelings of them being fools --  which keeps you one.

           

            Operationally speaking: no one else on this planet knows what is going on,

and the only person who possibly can is you.


                              Though no one can tell you, what-is-going-on,
what someone who-knows can do is similar to the sculptor, who when asked
how he produces a statue from an undistinguished piece of stone, replied that
if, for instance, he intends to sculpt a horse,
he simply chips away everything that does not look like a horse;
something like this, someone else can do for you:
chip away everything that is not what you are looking for --

but it is still you who must ultimately recognize that what is left is a horse.


 
 

You can and should be also your own inner reality sculptor,
and through your private, unbiased investigation,
chip away from your mind’s undistinguished natural mass,
everything that does not look like IT         --        (or from another verbal perspective):

you do not really have to, wake-up if you will just chip away and discard everything that does not look like being awake.

J