This is not a clue

For my own sense of propriety I would like to amend the phrase in the
previous post, where I say, "whatever else I may have learned." It
should read 'unlearned.'

What's the date today?

Oh, right, September 11, that rings a bell. That's the day when something unexpected happened. Doesn't really matter what that something was, compared to the lessons to be observed about when the unexpected happens. Because the habitual total routine machinery of life is a big reason people can go on thinking they know something, when in fact they are clueless. 
But in a blog about Jan Cox, really, what jumps to mind is the incident I recall where he said to the group of people he had allowed to stay around, "if you leave the group, I will not again think of you." (words to that effect.) One person hearing this,  thought, wow, that's cold.
How wrong I was, and whatever I later learned, one thing is this (and contra the many statements you will hear on the media today about never forgetting) you can only remember by not thinking of something.

Take 89

What if the man speaking is actually, not a deliberator, not a conveyer of information, but what if, the man speaking is -- a car without brakes. What if this applies to any person with their mouth moving: they are a car without brakes. Any man. In such a scene then, would reality be----piles of wrecks blocking highways. Yet the brakeless cars venture onto the roads, unaware of swerving, hoods mingling, screeching and metallic mixing sounds all around. A man may look down and wonder, why is there blood on my shirt. The ordinary do not grasp the reality of their situation.

And in this scenario, what is the role of a real teacher, someone who can actually see the wreckage, which is in plain sight? Does he teach the principles of brakes for cars? Not if he is a real teacher. Speaking is driving without brakes and this applies to all.

The real philosoher, say a Gurdjieff, or a Jan Cox, uses words with caution, never doubting the lack of brakes, but chosing their roadway, their speed, aware of the importance of geographical features like hills in the path. They know the purpose of words is not to convey knowledge. Their use of words reveal a precision unknown to the ordinary, since the words of a real teacher reflect the teachers awareness of the reality of gravity. What to the ordinary sounds vague and disconnected may actually be the precision necessary to thread a path through the wreckage of the road, or the cunning necessary to halt a vehicle without brakes. Anything the ordinary hear is hampered by their own inability to evaluate their surroundings.

You Can Touch Tape

Watergate plus 30 is a nice review of the Watergate affair which changed the course of American history. Only thing though, it failed to mention the name of the one person who started it all and who can be said, if you glimpse the logic of Jan Cox, a logic based on an extraordinary perspective, --who can be said to be the only one in the whole Watergate affair whose contribution was not just dreams. Yes, those dreams that define our world, were the whole Watergate review film, and the name of the person without whom the whole affair would still be raveled, that person's name was not even mentioned. I refer to the guard that discovered tape over the locks of a door in a hotel. Frank Wills. Not a murmur of his name in this documentary about Watergate, though you can touch tape. Not so constitutional crises.

Needs and motives on the mystic path

Freedom, a need for freedom, is a major key to grasping the import of the life of Jan Cox.  This focus of being free quickly shifts from the comic book idea of gravity tricks. An awareness of the universal power of genetics is always an aspect for someone interested in freedom, for the freedom the mystic seeks begins with an understanding of reality.  Few persevere in this quest for freedom partly because they are surrounded by the massive denials of the actual silhouette of the goal.  Most people grow into a state where the question makes no sense to them---what is freedom?

Yet---there is evidence that this drive for the freedom appropriate and possible for the human kind,  transcends species. What creature suddenly confined does not look for an escape path? 

Someone like Jan Cox would find zoo visiting a painful experience.  What man can grasp the true dimensions a wild creature needs to live comfortably. Certainly no zoo on the planet really provides a satisfying habitat, and this is because the sense of boundlessness is part of the needs of many if not most creatures on our planet. 

Aquariums too see many creatures die simply because there are bounds, and the failure of such places is a failure of imagination. Even situations such as fish farms with small fish, are sad---often these businesses do not keep the water clean, and instead feed the fish antibiotics, rather than keeping the water purer.

For the mystic philosopher, solving the problem of (internal) dirty water is a good picture of the cognitive route which provides the path to the maximum possible freedom.

That old mind/mind split

The wringing of hands about whether computers will "take over" mankind caused Jan some mirth when he discussed this aspect of modern dreaming. I was reminded of this when I saw this recent headline:

 

"Is there nothing a smartphone can't help you do better? Downloadable applications, or "apps", are becoming indispensible complements to their owners' biological brains – indeed, some argue that they are turning us into cyborgs."

 

While I do not know if Jan Cox would have put it this way, what struck me reading this ad was, Yeah, man's mechanical mind, the binary part which is so useful dealing with the external world, and so misplaced when expected to deal with the internal and anything complicated, that mechanical mind, is not at risk for becoming computer controlled, it already IS a computer.

 

Not sure whether this will get folks to focus on the possibility that mechanical verbal mentation is not the total of man's mental capacities...

 

Like kudzu

The way kudzu covers growing things so you can discern the outline but no detail, is like words and the world. And if the words -- I mean kudzu continues, then what is underneath loses form utterly.