If its heart don't beat, do not listen to it. If anyone tells you he speaks on behalf of a society, do not listen to him for an organization is by its nature a nonliving thing created, as a pyramid was built ages ago, to capture people. A ring of quacks who call themselves an order have you believing they hold power over you by the plan of God Almighty. The god they speak to you of was created by them to serve their order. By the stroke of a pen were you robbed of the most precious thing any human being can have, a human soul holding within it the code of its own way back home.
When anyone tells you he speaks for a nation, do not listen for a nation lives not, aches not, suffers not, loves not. Whenever anybody tells you he speaks on behalf of a corporation, a fictitious organization created in pretend world games by another fictitious group both of which are not living and never have been alive, do not listen. Listen to only the breathers who speak for themselves, have real voices, dance, pray, dream, love, work, and fart real farts. Those have true courage, for if it cannot get naked it is not real.
That which is sheer pretense can never surrender to real authority. Armies are not real. Thugs with rifles and bombs are real. How long are you going to give your only life away to nonliving things you pretend are greater than you? Greater, you say, than what lives? How on Earth have these craven images ensnared living gods by the masses? Pretense! What cannot shed its pretenses is not capable of understanding the living who are blessed to be able to shed pretense. Pretend to weakness before man no longer and serve living godliness, which, having all the power in the Universe uses it not for selfish glory.
A mountain is real. A mountain is greater than me. The sea is greater than me. The wind is greater. The Sun and Moon. Not one of these has ever bothered to write down its superiority and flaunt it before my face. Why not? The mountain is real, without pretense, that is why. Be like that.
Who builds mountains to praise Pharaoh? Who believes Pharaoh to be his master? Pharaoh is long dead and yet on your dollar bill. When will you learn? The modern Pyramid is Nation; a useless thing to the living. What will it take to convince you? A passport? An autograph? A sealed authorization? How about... your breath?
Life cannot be explained. Accept this much for now and flow with me. Authority has us in complete denial about it most of the time. This blog wants to show there is a whole different way to live and humans can do it and have done it before. It is hoped we get that job done.
THE STORY OF JOHNNY WHOOPER SWAN
We go to school trusting our parents. We meet a teacher there who stands up front with a big desk, and a pointer. She or he trains us in an authoritative manner. We attach mentally to a life long need for authority in order to live lives successfully. Right so far?
In my case, at the age of 25 I was ready to enter the practice of law where I hoped for success and a happy life finally. Very shortly, very shortly, I became anxious. There was a foreboding. I was made more uncomfortable with each experience. Law work is nothing like what I was told it would be. The system is corrupt. But I still cling to my expectation that career success is necessary to my happiness as a man. Each day my grasp of what the fuck success amounts to after all becomes more clouded, murkier. I hear songs on the airwaves and at concerts which describe my life as the life of a fool. What am I becoming? I want to rip off my business suit to run naked in the street with my hair on fire! But I am too afraid.
In strange, weird (weird comes from a word meaning wise), fragmented steps I go about a journey of my own believing myself to be the first man to have failed in such a total way which journey works so as to break up my career, end a marriage, and start an entirely new way of relating with my two children whom I love deeply. Almost magically I meet a woman who is a career counselor who asserts a beautiful message that I am made to be joyful in my work everyday and at all levels. This understanding sets me on a completely new course. It is no longer a world of systems to me but an undivided one of unlimited beauty. It reminds me of a painting. A true masterpiece. I am drawn from within to learn the truth about my identity and nobody else can teach me that. From this point onward I will use thinking capacity for mastering mechanical processes and follow my heart, which includes my whole nature, which includes your whole nature and that of every human being for all the rest. I’ll go by the name Johnny Whooper Swan who does not explain itself to anyone. By my fruits shall I be known. Watch me soar!
