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!

Sunday, October 23, 2016

The Post that grows on a vine


What if you knew you would not be alive today except that someone you cannot remember holds you in their heart who will not let you go. That you owe.  A vital debt you can never repay? One thing that is true of a whooper swan-and this is wonderful to know- is that we do not look for anyone who is not interested. We seek only those who are, and yet, that can change and always it does.

Added next morning: One lacks the proper emphasis.  The difference between a focus upon the source of the daily bread and relishing the bread itself is vast. Certainly, the difference is major between the source of it and the store which sells the bread to me.  Likewise, the source of it and the career at which one labors to get the money to buy the bread from the store that sells it to me are galaxies apart, speaking in terms of physics, that is. But, they are even more distant in terms of the heart which nobody can locate because it has no locus in physical terms. It exists all right; but in its refusal to stay put lie its sparkling wonders...its usefulness to hearts on fire.

Added next morning: Although some would say that when building a civilization it will be observed that remnants of the wild, unregulated situation being eradicated will expose the worst of natural man's indecencies which must be met with stiff rules and sharp punishments in order to progress the herd along the road to a utopian decency, even requiring death sentences to be carried out before the eyes of loved ones...all to be viewed publicly by means of electronic devices in living rooms and bedrooms and bars, and everywhere else civilized people are to be found,

I see it otherwise,

in truth the impressment of the pattern of a society made by the hands of man against the body corporate brings a tremendously painful distress to the hearts of those individuals not yet deadened by the anesthesia of its schools which are designed to prepare them to become as lobotomized citizens obedient to mental imprisonment in a most narrow world to which natural man is unaccustomed and in which unfit to live. The two views oppose one another diabolically. The focuses are in entirely different directions. When the same person who is hired to tend a garden sneaks into it under cover of darkness to damage it so as to keep his job, how can the garden be expected to grow?


The horrors of election campaigns alone contribute to the troubles politicians feed upon, like vultures to carrion-it's enough to make you puke. And, all the candidates are mere pawns in the game of how a few are to make losers of the millions. Ordinary citizens of a society, captured pawns off the board and out of play, are not a real concern. Blind office-seeking pawns argue with one another the obvious failings of their profession and the voting but nonparticipating pawns are asked to select one of them to drive the runaway train, which, lost and long off its assigned track, barreling toward oblivion, must forever fail to correct itself.

In Nature, groups act as one without hesitation and thrive. The emphasis is the proper one. It sets the course all parts follow. We, the people of the world, are like that and have been called by wise men The Salt of the Earth. How much further of course can anything be?


The good news: the answer is present, is within us, and is with us and is us. A perfect collaboration of man and the Divine is nearer than near. It is not to be built...it is present. Let go. Listen to the heart.

Added two days later: In my own life it was when I came to the crossroads that it happened.  Someone asked when I took the road less traveled, "What will you do now?" I replied in joy " I really have no clue what will come as I walk this way for it is a new way I have not tried and all I know is "I will not go back to what I just left behind me no matter what!"

Experience has shown me that no existing system can be changed from within that system.  It is not possible for someone inside to change it since that one is always performing as a part of the existing system. When in the course of human events it becomes intolerable for a human being to go on in the same way it means the existing system has become an intolerable system so one must throw off its unnatural chains in favor of freedom.

Added next morning: Bob Dylan, a pretty good poet, once told that "just because you are supporting somebody who is struggling for something doesn't mean you're being political". To see that saves a whole lot of frustration, agony, and failure which can lead to bitterness. Never expect anything from anybody or any group that tells you they exist so you can expect something from them. If you get help in life you bring it out of the other(s) with a light from your eyes. For example, when your Mama fixes you a lunch to take with you to school. Realize this.

Added next morning:  In any system of authority, no matter its nature, there will never be found fairness.  Think about this. So, you are told that perfect fairness is impossible, we do the best we can, but we must have bosses. And yet, I tell you that it happens to be so that perfect fairness does exist, is closer than the veins in your neck are close to you and me, and belongs to us by a merciful gift from the giver of life. All we need do is align ourselves with the source of breath then allow love and mercy to flow through us like water flowing to the Sea. Could we be farther off course as a species? Let us correct that error by placing the emphasis properly where it belongs to free ourselves from tragedy unnecessary.

Added Tuesday November 1: What if you believed there is but one life long commitment you need to make...only one...in order to solve all your problems...all of them at once?  And what if that commitment amounts to a full allegiance to your true Self? I tell that it is so. But you should not believe me.  Find out for yourself.  Why? You can.

Added Thursday, November 3: The present of the present is the presence. To know of a presence that is unnamed and fresh and new and unblemished who is its own authority moment to moment should not be missed. Why?  Because you can.

Added Friday morning, November 4:  Why are the people indigenous to America imprisoned on reservations to this day? And why do the rest of us take more and more of it back every time we have a reason?  Because we can...because we write and we rewrite the laws that define and enforce the treaties we forced them to sign on threat of annihilation? meaning we can change the treaties anytime in any way that suits our greedy appetites? Can we not do better by them...and ourselves? Will we ever change?

Added Monday November 7: Humans are not limited to the ground or below it. We can arise and we should be about it. It's taken so long to do nothing but talk about it. Time to rise up!

At the bottom there is politics. Politics demands leadership. Followers and leaders of followers is at the lowest rung of the human ladder. Nobody with any sand will lead somebody who will agree to follow. Step up. There are no followers at the first rung. Step up. That first step everybody takes for himself. After that, leaders will be forgotten forever. A human free soul is invited to Heaven now. Step up.

Humans are not limited to the ground or below it. We can arise and we should be about it. It's taken so long to do nothing but talk about it. Time to rise up!

Up to now, people who only talk have been willing to pass laws demanding compliance on the broken theory that people will be so afraid to be punished they will be good. All talk. Nothing changes. We still fall so short of our dreams we disgrace the whole tree of life. Even rocks are disgusted. Monkeys laugh at our politics. And our philosophers? Baboons fart in the faces of them all. Philosophers write only to each other. Nothing changes.

Humans are not limited to the ground or below it. We can arise and we should be about it. It's taken so long to do nothing but talk about it. Time to rise up!

Don't be fooled by celebrity for it is manufactured by the money grinch who crawls in the real dark world underground and do not seek the autograph of anyone, it lessens you to do that. Nobody worth his autograph will stoop to give it nor sign his name for anyone who thinks he is better off with it.

Humans are not limited to the ground or below it. We can arise and we should be about it. It's taken so long to do nothing but talk about it. Time to rise up!

Added Tuesday, November 8:  Swimming in the Ocean of All Knowledge and not knowing is enough to make you laugh.


Added a few minutes later:

When you touch

someuniversaltruth

it is beyond you.




What does that mean? Ask nobody.



There is within a human being's heart A Great Reality. It shines a bright light to the world. The Light attracts all that has been prepared for the human sojourn on Earth, about 25,000 days worth of supplies, more or less. Your stay here has been impeccably arranged and you lost the key. Funny, the key you lost, nothing has it.



Added Sunday, November 13:  Leonard Cohen wrote that a saint "rides the drifts like an escaped ski".

Added Thursday November 17: "The subject tonight is love, and for tomorrow night as well.
As a matter of fact, I know of no better topic for us to discuss until we all die!"
-Hafez

ENOUGH SAID