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, February 24, 2018

What Is A Society, Really?


What is a society, really, in simple understandable terms?

It has many aspects but the moment any one of them is all of them can be understood. Let's look at one. Consider a professional football team. It is actually a corporation, not a team at all. The team is owned and controlled. The main purpose of the corporation is to make money from its ownership of the rights to field a team in competition against other teams who operate under the rules made by an association of all the owner-corporations in a sports league. Each corporation owning such rights owns a team of athletes, a stadium, the exclusive rights to the team's logo so as to merchandise all types of products for sale to fans of the team, most of which remain throughout their lives completely ignorant of any of these arrangements and prefer that condition to reality so they can actually fall into a thinking pattern which attaches to a created group think, psychologically designed, to hypnotize them and their friends and loved ones into a trance that has them feeling strong loyalties to a completely imaginary system. No corporation of record, and they have no existence otherwise (unlike you and me), none of them bleed, feel pain or give a damn about us. 

Johnny Cash sang a song dealing with drug addiction the horrors of which he had experienced personally and from which he was able to find freedom. A simple opening line of the song is: “I hurt myself today”. What is described above in discussion of one aspect of an organized society which of itself is only a minor part of a huge web wrought out of nothing, a figment, called a nation is equally addictive and more disgraceful by far. The number of casualties and atrocities during all the wars waged over the centuries is incalculably enormous. In fact, wars are fought by young boys who are drugged to enable them to kill like maniacs and endure its horror.

What have we become?

The goal or driving force behind the sports team is to win the Super Bowl and become a dynasty. The goal of a society is to become an Empire. Most of its citizens will remain fans. However many fans will become bored and drop out of the scene to be labeled as losers by owners and fans. Only a small proportion of its citizens will own one or more of its teams. They run the show. Do we honestly believe that without a society organized in such a way, you and I would be too inept or stupid to share the Earth in a happy, fulfilling way? One thing we do know by now, though, is the way we are going about it has totally failed billions of us. The key thing to understand is simple: the creation of an organized society automatically and with absolute certainty creates a drive to build an empire. This means all but a relative few will be dragged headlong into an abyss reeking havoc along the way.

Now for some good news. The Maker created the Universe to be friendly to all who will receive its warmth as a gift. Arrogance is the true enemy of people. Humility opens a door you do not know exists if you but give it a chance. There is another way to live that is fulfilling. Trust in the giant who you are to show you day by day. It is as sure as the tides and the Sun and the Moon and gravity and breath there is a society afoot that was not organized by the mind of man. It does not print money and does not build jails and never argues.


We humans are here to care for each other in the face of cold, heartless societies. We alone have hearts.

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