The Head Voice

Each person’s presumptuous picture of themselves is in large part supported by their inner voice’s continual reassuring commentary, regarding the kind of person they try to believe they are.  Its effect seems reinforced and magnified by giving it public utterance.

In addition:

Reading a book, listening to someone talk, (even to a vocalist sing), watching movies, all allow you to replace your own head voice with the words of another.  You seem temporarily free of its speech directed at you.  The voice’s voice is for a brief time replaced by your adoption of an external one.

Now let’s consider some ways in which this matter is of specific significance to people with an interest in affecting their consciousness.  The phenomenon of,

“If I talk about it, I don’t have to think about it,”

or more expansively put in our instance,

“If I talk about it aloud, I won’t have to listen
to the voice in my own head talk to me about it.”

First, do you realize that this would offer a plausible explanation of why it seems that you don’t know what you’re going to say next?!   It could be that the voice did know, but that once you speak – you don’t!  Or, it could even be that the act of speaking instantly erases all memory of what you had planned just before you spoke.

All-in-all, this possibility of the head voice has specific intentions, and always knows what it wants to say next.  But as soon as you turn it into overt speech, all awareness of its prior intentions is lost.

J.

The White Stallion

What is the final insult?  Hearing a priest’s words translated into a foreign language.
What is the first insult?  Hearing him speak in his native tongue.

The struggle to Awaken is the only quality form of human labor.

Could men accept the possibility that more Awakened states might not be concerned with “seeing things never seen by men,” but might be in simply seeing whatever one couldn’t see now?

Once, two boys who were friends were out in the fields, and far up on a distant hill they spied a giant white stallion that pranced on its hind feet, flashed fire from its eyes and filled the air with trembling sounds before disappearing.  Once home, the first boy tried to tell everyone about the white horse, but no one could find it and they scorned him.  The other boy learned a lesson and never mentioned the horse to anyone.

I have heard it said that man’s religious leaders pray on their knees, but it seems to me that they prey on almost anything…their neighbors, their enemies, hopes, fears…

J.

An Understanding of the Temporary

Only two types of men look deeply into mirrors:  the fearful and those without fear…or is it the uncertain and the indifferent.

It is only when you truly know a place that you can say good-bye.

Some may say that the Work is useless, while others say it is simply illusionary.  The truth, however, lies somewhere in between.

One may attempt to study the matter of talent and interest by moving backwards to strip away the layers of acquired imagination.  You turn your investigation in the rearward direction so as to gradually move through the crusts of imagination that have grown up around the original sight, and locate the original seeds of real talent and interest.  (This will not, however, work with politicians and priests…for if you move such an inquiry back far enough in their case, you fall off a meaningless edge; for they have no original talent or interest.)

Remembering is the struggle against the ephemeral. 
Awakening is the understanding of the temporary.

J.

In Memorium

One chap, just over that-a-ways, complains that his brain has finally and completely "eaten him up."

I ran across this other fellow who sometimes made sounds that had a vague whiff of the revolution about them, and what he'd do was periodically jump into wild pig shit up to his neck, and then not mention it.

                               Once you're dead, EVERYone can speak Latin.

Part of being properly intellectualized in City affairs is in the ability to promptly reject any easy, obvious solutions.

Even after all these years, this one guy still faithfully places flowers at the site of his last thought.

(Those who can refrain from checking their progress
can probably do well.)

J.

The Limits of a Thing

Adage Update:

"Those who can't, teach," but furthermore, those who can,
but are sometimes too lazy to, are some of the ones who'll say:
"Those who can't, teach."

Only the densest of snake tails will plead: "Is there no way out of here?"

Those with the potential of becoming a mystic don't need to be sold on the idea of becoming a mystic....They were born presold.

Another of Reticence's Demands:
Mental disinterest, once expressed, strikes ordinary ears as disingenuous.

Without experiencing the limits of a thing,
you'll never understand the limits of the thing.

P.S.:

The Secret is not hidden behind a debating society.

J.

Two Ways of Looking

One guy became so taken with the concept of "being civil,” that he would go out of town whenever he had to spit.

                                   There're two ways of looking at This

 

Every time this one guy with ears would hear the term, "superfluous sarcasm," he would think, "What a waste of perfectly good words."

                      Those not born to the sorehead life ofttimes marry into it.

All wars are inevitable,
all wars are necessary.

All labels are nutritious,
especially those men attach to themselves.

J.

A Single Sun

A gentleman with an Airedale offers this distinction:

Between the mind and thinking, "It is the distinction," says he, “between a slop jar and the slop therein."  And, "Arf!" agreed his companion.

When the traffic passing your house becomes of decreasing interest,you're living in a better neighborhood.  (Taken a bit further, you might realize why mystics never have a home address.)

According to one legend:

Each man is born with a single sun
in the middle of his head,
but as the mind develops,
it splinters into many smaller ones.

(This particular legend concludes with the words: “Dig it!”)

About Maps:

For thinking creatures, maps have an inherent danger: ‘they are alive!
and once used, are almost impossible to kill.

J.

If Thoughts are like Rain Drops

In the book, “World Renowned Authors and Composers,” one man found listed, the son he never had.

In any manner even remotely meeting man’s definitions:

Only the life of life is free, creative and conscious.

In the final moments of that particular go ‘round of local reality, life admitted to some of the creatures it’s taught to think, “Jeeze, you know, I didn’t know you guys were gonna take it all so seriously!”

When a man becomes conscious of life itself being alive, and of this universe being beyond finite dimensions, he then sees that there is no way out, and his perception of what constitutes captivity is forever radically redefined.

In the light, (if not glare), of consciousness one man’s mind said:

“I’ve forgotten more than I will ever know.”

And consciousness responded:  “You can say that again.”

And the mind replied:  “Say what again.”

Standing up on a hilltop, a kid looked out and in, and said:

“If thoughts are like rain drops,
And consciousness the sky,
There is no debate – I gotta fly.”

J.

The Grown-Up World

Much of adult concerns, concern money…which is what makes the grown-up world so bor-ring!

Some New “Piano Bar” News:

One guy asked his mind: “Do you take requests?’
And it replied: “Ahh-h-h – get outta here!”

Only schlocky people talk about schlock…(much less, criticize it).

After a bout of extensive talking, one man said: “I have a pain in my jaw, and it’s not my brain.”

The “Pret-tee Darned Obvious” Restated for Those Who Missed It the First Time ‘Round:

If you’re gonna be alive and healthy – don’t talk about sickness and death.

J.

The Prize

When he didn’t know what to do, one guy would read.
When his mind didn’t know what to do, it’d think.
His mind never knew what to do.

One man hated mandatory punctuation with such ferocity that he held up an all night market.

The Prize – The Game – Door Number Four:

What is consciousness:  The mind not dreaming.

One day, right after a religious holiday, one man thought: “Although serious people are pathetic, that’s still no reason to feel sympathy for them.”

If you can remember that ordinary thought is not conscious, then you’ve remembered a lot.

J.

What is "Spiritual"?

If you cause even the making of sausages to sound “spiritual,” a church will eventually form around the slaughterhouse.

Another Hint Regarding Consciousness and the Mind:

To bring a load under control,
sometimes you must overload.

Anything “too painful to think about,” is not actually too painful to think about, but is rather, too painful to live, so people think about it instead.

In the mental-based, civilized world, anyone can be an expert in anything that man has invented.  There is, however, limited room for recognized authorities in each area – but good luck to you nonetheless.

Only a dead man properly understands history.

J.

Don't Think in Nouns

Addled and Updated:

When consciousness fell to the level of the mind, it cried out: 
“Help – I’ve started talking and I can’t shut up!”

One guy told another guy:

“The great thing about life is that you can learn so much from it.”
And the other guy replied:  “Yeah, and so little also.”
And the first guy said:  “Yeah-h-h…you’re right!”
Then they both said:  “Yeah-h-h – we are right!

(And they went on and on and on…)

Update on the News:

If the news wasn’t bad, it wouldn’t be the news…now would it!?
(They always stuck one guy way-y-y at the bottom of the page.)

Some Mental Help for the Consciously Hip:

Don’t think in proper nouns.

Life offered a deal to one guy:

“Don’t misquote me and I won’t quote you correctly.

J.

Reincarnation

One man says he’ll consider believing in reincarnation if he can be assured that at the beginning of each new life, he will not have to watch introductory scenes from the previous one.

Why ever give up?  Why ever feel dejected, or embarrassed by your failures at the extraordinary?  Those who can ski, never laugh at the beginners when they fall.

What a more conscious man has to say is more important than what ordinary men say…in another universe.

Hey, remember this:  even if you can irritate life – it can irritate you worse!

A father told his son:

“If you are going to ever talk about any of the historic systems of attempted enlightenment, be sure and mispronounce their names, and misinterpret some of their basic ideas – just to keep yourself honest.”

J.

Questions Without End

One Man’s Inquiry, Raised:

“If humanity’s the patient, Life the Doctor, and us individually, just the specimens, then how come we get the bill?”

One Man’s Rhyme
:

The bridge goes up,
The bridge goes down
And still we’re stuck
In this lousy town.

Freed of collective desires, at first the mind feels – NAKED – liable to drowning.

If you do not believe that man enjoys being what he is, then how do you explain the many retail sore shops, and support services on every corner?

Songs Without Artists – Questions Without End:

Why would anyone try specifically to appear to be intelligent who is not dumb?

J.

Train Trip with Crossword

If you do not understand the difference between thinking and consciousness, then the mind will always be hungry; the mind will also be your restaurant – it will be your breakfast, your waitress, your cook and cashier, and still – you will always be hungry.  (Dat’s de difference.)

How To Discipline Language, and at the Same Time, (Perhaps), Exert Some Control Over Action:
  (It’s done like this): 
Ask yourself sincerely, “Is that verb over there tense?”

A man with the moniker, Pithy J. Porthenbotherberry, changed it to Marquee, because it was too long to fit on a name.  (By the slightest of chances – do you slowly-y-y begin to “Git It”?)

If being alive with an intellect is like a train trip, then the mind is like a crossword puzzle to play with, on the way to a new station of consciousness.

A man declared, “My head is on Saturn, though my feet are on mother Earth.”

And an onlooker asked, “Are you a mystic?”

“Naw, I just have a long neck.”

J.

Far Away and Up Close

A certain side of consciousness says:
“The secret is not in ‘forgetting’ desire, but in forgiving it.”

The Neural Warrior says:
“That which does not kill me – I kill.  I kill – then forgive.”

There was this one man
who persistently looked so far away,
that he began to see better up close.

If you’re still stuck with thinking of hormones and the lusts of the body as evil, then you’re “C.E.O. for Life” of your own private glue factory.

One man had a song he sang, which he basically enjoyed, but he kept thinking he heard a voice somewhere saying:  “Why don’t you shut up!?”

J.

A Facial While You Wait

Religion and Psychology:

The belief that the railroad tracks can be re-routed, or, in the alternative, that with their help your station can be moved someplace else.

Everyone who can think can easily trash life.
Is being able to think Life’s way of trashing you?

The title of his latest book was, “Pretension As A Way Of Life,” and the opening line of the first chapter read:  “If it weren’t for dreams, I’d have nothing to dream about.”

Additional Literary News from Another Planet:

One man refused to write down anything he’d already said, and in return, wouldn’t say anything that he’s already written down.  (“Wow, Mr. White – where do you think such a man would live?”  “Why I guess I don’t rightly know, Jimmy – but a darn good question!  You’ll make a fine reporter yet.”)

A Facial While You Wait:

A busy mind makes for squinty eyes.

J.

Hormones Create, Neurons Criticize

Hymn To Mental Processes:

There is no reason
to critique pure reason –
What’s it ever done to you?

If they ask you to “Captain the Ship” – Get off!  The son of a bitch is sinking!

And now, Another Episode In The Continuing, Exciting Saga Of “Maybe”:

Hormones create – neurons criticize.

Humor:

A gentler trashing of life…(this is why comedians are often held in higher regard than critics).

If you live by the mind, in the city, you continually have this nagging uneasiness that some train somewhere is passing you by.

J.

Time is of No Help

Another Way Time Is Of No Help At All:

If habit don’t get you – death will – and by then it’s too late anyway!

No matter whether you believe it is easy or difficult – and no matter whether it is either easy or difficult – one thing’s the same:  the time to do it is now, yes, you lazy sow – now!  Ask yourself, “What can be easier for a pig than to slide in slop?”  So all you gotta do is act pig-like, and then coax life into assuming the other part.  “Slippin’ and a sliddin’ – habit’s started hidin’.”

Free Tire Pressure Check:

If you can’t be in-dependent at least don’t be de-pendent.
(Road Pressure check at slight additional charge.)

In a book he considered “Important,” one man underlined all of the “important” parts.  The book was eventually nothing but one big underline, and became the man’s mind.

How To Tell:

You are totally civilized when – a metaphor means more than that which it represents.

J.

The Old Triple-Play

The “Old Triple-Play” for Our Modern Day: Hormones to Neurons to Morality:

When the mind has argued a question,
And its reasoning has come to its end,
 With no further logic to call on,
It’ll bring up the matter of sin.

Oldies but goodies, goodies but would-he’s?  Why yes, men will still always go for it. Had his health been better, and were he alive today, some say Mozart would be playing second base.  (Though there is some dissent to this speculation from certain segments of the brass section.)

The ordinary’s clamoring about “compassion” is in truth their unknowing description of non-verbal, uncritical consciousness.

Definitions:

Religion:  Civilization’s original nanny.

Psychology:  It’s newer one.

(P.S.:  A conscious man is his own.)

If Doctor Consciousness could speak above the din of the mental waiting room, he might be heard to say:  “What could be more painful to those who seek my services, than habit?”

J.