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, March 31, 2018

Another tact-

Okay. Suppose a guy is selling his car to a stranger. Suppose the same guy is arguing politics or religion with another stranger on a street corner. Suppose the same guy is about to ask a woman (he knows) to be his wife. Suppose the same guy is later trying to discuss with the same woman a divorce. Or, what if the child of that man and woman is asking, “Daddy, is there a God?”

There are millions of scenarios out of life experiences we can shoot as part of a film. Or use to tell a joke. Or as a chapter in a novel. Or, in a song we hope will be a hit.

Think of a guy in the office of his shrink telling what he believes happened to cause him to make the appointment. Think about another guy on trial for a crime on the witness stand. Then consider an eye witness to the same crime on the stand. A judge and jury are listening to this testimony in order to make some decision that could spell trouble.

Imagine a legislative body in session considering a declaration of war against another branch of the human race. Consider yourself to be in the shoes of a Governor who is being asked to grant a stay of execution on the grounds of newly discovered evidence that could establish conclusively the innocence of the condemned party. Or, consider yourself as a corporate CEO whose company is being accused of having done lethal damage to the environment or some CEO trying to obtain rights to mine Indian lands established as sacred forever by a Treaty with the United States of America.

With just these in mind for now, let us remind everybody how life really takes place for all of us. As soon as that is firmly established in our minds eye we shall understand the rest.

What is going on for each of us, what we consider to be true, as persons alive, is taking place inside our minds, not outside of it. The outside is a projection only.

There's an argument going on inside each of us that is driving the action of every party who appears to be involved in any story taking place on the outside. The real relationship is between the voices inside each character rather than the argument taking place on the outside between rank strangers who find they have met in a strange land. In other words, what happens in the outside world is merely coincidental to the real conflict, which is internal. In yet other words, the people actually involved in the matter are mere images mentally stored by each person. Yet all communications media of all forms deny this is so. This all very complicated.

It is as if we are all willing to be crazy as bat shit rather than admit what we are thinking to anyone, not even our closest confidants, if we have any.

Are we hypnotized? You may ask.

Is it that to know everyone, including myself, is entirely not responsible for what is going to happen so terrifies me that I am driven to denial's door where I knock and a door opens into a room where I am taught that to survive I must insist that everyone is to be held to account as if he is in control of himself?

Or, perhaps, is it why I am so willing to follow that suggestion from an unknown hypnotist?

I want to explore this to a conclusion and propose a more adroit and sensitive tact. My proposal is we need to empty out and reload our minds for truth.

What have we become? And how did it happen? This is to be kept simple enough for human understanding. That really means it is to be honest enough to shoot straight and direct to the point so it hits us where we live and we can easily understand what is spoken or written. This is written to everybody, no exceptions. If you are alive it is for you it is put down here.

The simplest way to point out the dilemma is simply to remind everybody that we are in a world in which everybody knows himself only on the inside and yet knows everybody else only on the outside. We do not know how others see us but we know it is far from accurate and we do not know what others are thinking or feeling. We can know only a little about them. Now, we could admit this and proceed with life as it is or we could, as we have been doing, merely agree to deny that we do not know all we need to know to make sound decisions relating to others. As we define it, this would mean we cannot possibly have open and understandable and loving marriages nor anything close to justice in handling disputes that will arise. Our relationships with our children will be muddled, confused, and far from satisfactory in anybody's book. Relations between bosses and employees will always be concealed,
manipulated ones. Between nations there will be little hope for lasting peace anywhere. This is how it is.

It can be so much better you will not believe. The simplicity of it can be seen in a flash once what we have been doing in hope we will have the lives we desire is realized with clarity. We actually, all of us, the educated and the uneducated of us, we choose to put on blinders and deny we have way too little knowledge to possibly accomplish our goals of healthy, sane interpersonal relationships. We know not what it is like to be even one other person, but, do we let that stop us from marrying one of them? with a lifetime commitment? No. We insist that we, as individuals, will be the exception. Everybody else may fail, but not me. I shall accomplish the impossible although no one before me has ever done so yet!

Does that not sound like the talk of a god?

It may seem ironic but it is just that in you I am counting on. You have a feeling you are a lot more than you appear to others to be. The same is true for me, of course. You have not sensed that others you meet here really get you. Did you know that Bob Dylan, who was heralded in the media as the voice of his generation said he felt that same way, that nobody really saw him? Now, can you begin to feel that it really can be so much better for us than we have ever known?

What most of you may be thinking at this point is something like, boy, this writer had betta be holding all four aces if he is to pull off this trick. A better world? Not likely.

I promised simplicity and shall deliver it.

We begin today. We begin small. We proceed with care a step at a time and we arrive. That is a promise.

What I am relying upon is something you all know to be so. I mean you know it. And, because we know it, we can begin. Must begin.


It is this. Everyone has a yearning inside that is deep. That feeling is a wish to be fulfilled in this lifetime by the end of it. It amounts to this: At the last breath I want to know why I was born. I mean that I want it to make sense to me in a serene understanding as the fulfillment of my wish. Amen.

Now, one of the finest things about this experiment is that it takes only two to make its beginning happen. And, as others join us, there will always be enough to keep it rolling along its way. There will never be any requirement for membership beyond a simple wish to join. The door will always be open
to resign and to return later. Nobody can force another to join this experiment and nobody is entitled to
prevent anyone else from joining us ever. In fact, nobody else even knows who has joined and who has not. Cares only about his own commitment. And is jolly well calm about it.

This experiment is of the highest order. Einstein would surely agree. We shall carry our mutual understanding of the simple wish we have in common, internally, forward long enough and with enough real, earnest zeal flowing in its direction (available to power it if it happens to be where it has been told it will be found) remembering all the way we are beginning small, proceeding with care one step at a time, until we know we have arrived. It will be obvious when we do.

Are you with me?

























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