November 15, 2003 © 2003: JAN COX
(All conversations reported herein are trick conversations.)
As
they strolled down a dirt road, a father said to a son:
“If
you were on a trans oceanic flight with your son and suddenly had knowledge
that
there was not enough fuel to complete the trip and the plane was going
down
and
all would be killed -- would you tell your son?
If
yes, next question: for what purpose?
All
knowledge of danger that hormones have automatically gets sent to neurons;
the
two have no secrets from one another when the information flow has its
origin
in
the former, but neurons can learn things which they must speak aloud in
the brain
to
make hormones aware thereof;
in
ordinary men this transmission also takes place mechanically.
Regarding
the first query I posed concerning the scene I painted
with
the doomed plane: if an everyday man knew they were going to crash and
die, there is no doubt as to whether he would tell others --
constructively,
an ordinary man would have no choice;
his
nervous system wiring and programming would force him to,
and
yet my second question remains valid: To what end would he do so?
What
purpose would it serve?
Only
those of our uncommon blood line ever come to realize that a certain
controllable
act must occur in our brain for neural-only, threatening information
to
be transmitted to hormones,
the
place from which an appropriate response must be directed,
and
if none be possible, the site then of lingering fear and agitation.
If,
via your own neurons, you learned that the plane you and your son were
on
was
going to crash and you both die,
would
you convey this to his neurons so they could relay the knowledge to his
hormones with one of the two possible results just noted --
(now the big one):
would
you engage in that act necessary in your own brain to transfer this fatal-laden
info to your own hormones
(the
non-verbal, survival-essential end of your nervous system, so to speak).
The
act to which I refer that is required for such a transfer to take place
is that
the
brain must both speak the words needed to convey the information
--
and
must also listen to itself say them,
and
the certain man knows that he has the ability (perhaps after half a lifetime
of working on such matters) to not actually say
the pertinent words in his brain --
which
in essence keeps his hormones --
which
are the core operating
machinery of his life (not his neurons) --
from
being dragged into a situation about which they can do nothing.
Why
would a father torture a son? -- cause him to suffer
when it is not necessary? -- and why, my boy -- why would
a man do it to himself?”
They
stopped at a stream and sat down on the bank for a while in silence;
the
elder ultimately picked up the thread again:
“Those
who say that life has been unfair, and they did not deserve
what
has happened to them,
do
(same as everyone) get what is deserved (as they call it).
What
is coming to you is what is coming to you --
ordinary
men by their nature, take it personally -- and are supposed to;
what
is coming to everyone is what is coming to everyone --
only
those of the herd (as they should) are upset by it (at least enough to
mention it).
A
young man has young man dreams;
an
old man -- old man ones;
a
healthy man -- healthy man ones;
a
sick man -- sick man ones;
a
rich man -- rich man ones;
a
poor man -- poor man dreams, and like that
(except
ordinary men do not like
that).
They
are programmed to decry the situation as unnatural (for them personally);
they
say that certain events in their life have warped the part of their brain
wherein
dreams are produced, and that it’s not fair:
they
did not deserve to be treated as they have been in life;
they
did not deserve the illnesses and bad strokes of luck they’ve suffered,
and
the ninety nine, point nine, nine, nine, nine, nine per cent of humanity
who
say they feel this way -- do feel this way,
and
as far as their mental concept of things intangible being ‘true’ or not:
their
statement that they did not deserve certain things they have experienced
in life -- is true.
When
a man’s nervous system says a green polar bear is at the door --
it’s there -- leastwise for the moment
in his nervous system, and no amount
of so called, reason, or confuting facts will change it.
Collective
man is wired to say that he feels -- and believes certain things
which
have no observable, or measurable reality;
the
herd does not run on feed alone;
there
is fuel essential for man as we now know him that is intangible,
and
one facet of it shows in men’s insistence that some of what happens to
them in life -- they did not deserve.”
They
got up, and meandered around in the woods for a time without talking,
eventually
coming out back at the dirt road,
which
they began walking again.
“My
son: did not the thought producing area of our brain (and thus our mind)
operate
in a two stage process: (the mouth of consciousness says something,
and
the ears of consciousness listens to what is said)
our
obscure family line would not exist (or if it did, it would do so futilely);
it
is only thanks to this arrangement in our brain that we are able (as it
were)
to
throw our self between its mouth and its ears,
and
stop this automatic communication from occurring.
Every
still-pursued method men have concocted to change their
state
of consciousness (to Awaken-from-the-dream, to achieve Enlightenment,
or
The Great Liberation)
such
as: trying to remember their self; to be eternally mindful:
to
continually chant a certain mantra; to count every breath;
to
forever picture in your mind a specific symbol --
they
are all for the same (not normally understood by their practitioners) purpose:
to
pry the mind’s listening to itself away from its talking.
Separating
the two -- putting some unnatural space between
them
is what has always driven the few like us, my boy,
and
seeing it directly for what it is without the useless notions that it is
something mystical or super natural
puts you on a whole different path (and to say the least) makes the journey
much more probable.”
A
cool wind picked up as they continued to stroll.
J
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