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!

Saturday, September 2, 2017

Chapter 5

Long ago, but after the beginning, it was impossible for one human being to strike another in anger. We knew ourselves to be the other. In that state, killing was not going to happen. Something went wrong.

Marriage is the name for a certain type of purchase of each party by the other. In fact, all attempts to manufacture a feeling of belonging are always going to be as a practical matter a sellout on both sides. Every contract, sealed or otherwise, is born from mistrust.  I once heard a wise man tell it that from the point of view of a Martian, for example, watching a Marine drill instructor discipline a bunch of recruits it would be logical for the alien to think the instructor who yells and threatens at the top of his lungs is begging the others to please do what he wants of them. Everybody had been bought. In another word: artificial life had been manufactured.

One must see for himself that there are these illusory ties that we have grown to serve to the point of death. The real ones, those given at birth to all- the real ties -those ones demand we grow to serve love and life and by so doing life and death are known to the obedient to be one. Fear is absent. Peace reigns.

As I see it, one thing is above all required to bring about a change of sufficient passionate force that nothing and nobody can prevent the arising of the longed-for realm of peace out of the ashes of a long, long line of warring and that one thing is to know that the value of the single life of the lowest, least worthy human being on Earth is far, far greater than the total combined pseudo-national interests of every flag waving citizen on Earth when considered through the eyes of the innocent. Until this is clear, one is to remain a slave in a darkness so great no amount of money and no armed force of the greatest magnitude can save you or the ones you claim to love. On the other hand, one glimpse into the heart of truth will set a man or woman free forevermore. Only the innocent love. But, listen closely, all people, all, at heart, remain innocent unto death.

In innocence will we know it is so that a human being is made by the same living force that set the Universe in motion and created it all. While all nations, all states, all counties, all cities and all marriages are the creation of man alone, writings on paper of mere words forged in spiteful disregard of the Master Building Plan, saying, in essence,


Thanks, but we follow You not. We know better.



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