A man with a life long interest in the particular activity reported on here surmises:
“It seems to me that those persons who do finally awaken to what life is really about must have a totally different talking relationship with their mind than everyone else; based on the ultimate outcome  --   how can it be otherwise.
If every day you hear the same familiar whistle,
it will keep your train going to the same old place  --  no where."
    “Don’t you intend to say that hearing the same familiar whistle means that your train
      is going to the same old place, not that hearing it causes the train to do so?!”
"Yours would seem the rational version, but consider again what I initially suggested regarding those who wake-up having a completely different verbal relationship
with their mind.
(Perhaps this might clarify your perception of it):
Can you and your mind together conceive of a reality wherein merely the acknowledgment of hearing an apparent train whistle creates a train that
was not there before?"
Discover how to radically alter the conversing that goes on in your brain
and you can make the damn thing spill the real beans: let all felines out of all bags,
and run all imaginary choo choos into a black hole tunnel.
 
 

Ring Up Another One For The Mind.
While you cannot fool people about your physical abilities (such as saying you can jump twenty feet into the air when it can be easily tested),
you can certainly do so regarding intangible ones (such as claiming supernatural forces speak to you, or that you recognize The Truth, real art, and proper thinking
when you witness it) and it cannot be proven otherwise.
Livers are stuck with what they are born with  --  not so a certain area of the brain.
(Okay, to be technically correct: not apparently so a certain area.
“Hey,” chimes in every man’s normal mind, “apparently is good enough for me!”  --  and the thing is: it is!
[All right, being as precise as possible: it is good enough for all but a certain few.])
Ordinary thinking believes that in the act of 1 plus 2 equaling 3,
either 1 or 2 is the factor that determines the sum;
the real-deal-man swallows whole, the math-of-the-intangibles,
(it is the only way he ultimately settles his mental digestion).
 
 

The less unusual you are the more you will talk about your professed individual, special  features.
 
 

“Any clever bit, done the second time is not as clever.”
    “Well any idiot knows that.”
 “Really?”
    “Yes.”
“Are you sure?”
     “Yes.”
“Absolutely?”
    “Yes.”                                       ?                                  huh?!
 
 

The first kid said:
“I have a ladder,”
and his brother responded:
“I have a roof,”
and the first one restated:
“But I have a really tall  ladder,”
to which his sibling replied:
“And I have a really high roof,”
at which moment their mother appeared and said:
“Now you children quit squabbling  --
you know you’re going to end up playing in the basement anyway,”
and they both moaned: “Ah, mom!”
The information about life available through man’s collective thinking will at best
get an individual through kindergarten.
 
 

The Hormones/Neurons Nervous System Balancing Act.
“Have you noticed,” asks one man, “that extremely attractive people
aren’t interested in achieving Enlightenment?    --    and pondered: Why?”
 
 

When not engaged in eating, man’s nervous system loves to tell tales.
 
 

Another episode in the continuing drama:
The City Looks After Its Own (Or At Least Its Self).
A certain musician with no ability to improvise has proclaimed this condition as the: “Latest development in jazz.”
    “Wow!  Does this mean that somewhere in Morpheus’ Magic Kingdom
      slugs are the supreme flyers?!”
“Yes my friends and admirers: I am so dense and ungrasping that I must surely be Enlightened! --  how else can you explain a condition as extraordinary as mine?!"
 
 

An attorney notes that he likely missed considerable income from his failure to
pursue malpractice litigation,
having lost heart in same after realizing that everyone is incompetent.
 
 

Not just men, but life too wants to get to the bottom of things (specifically two):
it wants to get to the bottom of the universe and to the bottom of itself.
 

“The wild animal I most hate dealing with around my house,” says one city dweller,
“is the possum  --  ‘cause they’re so slow witted you can’t  frighten them away.”
and his residential thoughts muttered: “Watch it buster! --
don’t forget that I can spot symbolic descriptions of myself when I hear ‘em.”

There is an impotence that results from the diffusion of responsibility (to wit):
neither a testor nor a testee be: keep all inquires in-house.
Among ordinary people you do not have to verbally commit nervous system hara kiri and bowel spilling to be sociable;
only private activity will open up the certain man in the certain manner needed to achieve his goal of seeing what is going on for himself and through his own eyes/I’s.
 
 

Remember: To live in the city is to be safe
(well, at least as safe as a sleepwalker can be in those conditions).
Humor News.
Ordinary minds are only comfortable with stories wherein the punch line
always comes at the end.
Only the real-deal-mind can come in in the middle of a tale telling,
and have it make just as much sense as otherwise;
indeed: one feature of such consciousness could be thus described:
Anything that ordinary minds say means as much as anything else they say.
    (“Strips pretty well the fat from the bone, what?!”)
 
 

People with a strong suspicion that they’re goofy
particularly dislike being made fun of.
(Those who know that they and everyone else are  --  don’t care.)

Local Conditions said to a man: “Shall we dance?”  --
and when homo subjectus nodded his acquiescence, L.C. added:
“Shall I lead so that we do the dispiriting tango?”
It is reported that the final words of a rebel who had not spoken in ten years were:
“I will pinch hit for no one but me.”
You live in universal conditions: which you can see and measure;
local conditions live in you: which no one can see or measure;
put them all together, they spell: Confusion (or): ordinary-state-of-consciousness,
wherein Shit continually mistakes himself for his old friend, Shinola.
Economics Update.
A mind on a budget will think on a budget.
It is not a matter of whether you have a black or calico cat
but whether you have housebroken him;
when all the doors to your place have been thrown open,
the only difference between a meow and a roar is the spelling.
    (“But my gawd!  --  how are you ever going to box train a lion?!”
Turn him inside out  --  same as how the real-deal-man treats all mental creatures.)
 
 

Chit Chat.
“Once you understand hipness you don’t have to speak as though you do.”
    “Is it the same with being awake?”
“Huh?”
 

One guy asks: “Have you ever thought about the possibility that only an awakened man is dead forever?"