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, June 30, 2018


An Important Factor For Living


There is something important. 

What is important matters. 

It is not important because you make it so. 

It is important. 

What you make important is paltry.


Furthermore, what trivial thing you make important 

will determine your fate and you will not like it. 

All drama is based upon it, someone makes a mess and the hero

has got to clean it up. 


In the drama he makes what is insignificant to begin with

into a hollywood brand of successful ending. In real life 

trifling things are only made worse by continued meddling. 


All the experts are put to work day and night

to make sense of a situation when the situation 

defined by them which they address with such vigor 

never was of any importance. It is so for the reason 

that what is seen as being in need of repair is not remotely 

related to the important

thing.


Better to find what is important as soon as possible 

and act upon it. It will determine your fate and it 

will surely be a pleasant one. In the words of a true

genius, “You don't explain what happened, you dig it.”






For Elliot

Thursday, June 28, 2018


For a long time

it has been popular to tell that the real culprits who are running our lives are not the men or women with guns or the politicians who order them to shoot but the media bosses behind the scenes, or the illuminati who meet in secret cells of corruption to plan the world, or the masters of war who own the politicians and who sell the rockets, bombs, weapons, and bullets at a huge profit from promoting the annihilation of enemies in war after war after war. So far, it's always finger

                      pointing >

Why? Maybe it is a simple matter that there is no profit in, no money to be made from, no power to be gained over fans and admirers by telling a crowd that they have no enemies to hate for who will join a movement and pay to hear that? How can one make a hot selling video game for peace? 


It will be settled one day, if ever, by a simple awakening by individuals who realize suddenly,

Oh, my God, it is me. I create the world that terrifies me by the thoughts I have allowed into my head. And I can change the world I live in by finding a way to put those thoughts at bay. Someone told me once I would find this place of understanding and swiftly would I act upon it.”


The rest, a new life, will unfold effortlessly rather automatically.

                                                         
                                                               

Wednesday, June 27, 2018

There is no video game for peace!


Sunday, June 24, 2018


If you cannot count what is important you make 

important what you can count. Soldier, Vietnam



Monday, June 18, 2018


No part of the body is separate from the whole. 

 It is a unified instrument. 

The human underbelly is definitely not separate from the whole society. 

 In that way, one can understand that when you punish a criminal you punish yourself and in time it will start to show and one day must lead to a great



fall 
      fall
           fall.

Saturday, June 16, 2018


ADDICTION

I was once hopelessly addicted. I continually saw what it was doing to me and could not stop. That is Hell.

Once you see what it is doing coupled with how powerless you are to stop, then you know a loneliness at its most terrifying.

Now, somehow, anyway it can be done, it is so important it cannot be overstressed to ask yourself, what is it about me that has allowed this to become my natural state? If you cannot, then ask yourself, how come I cannot even ask myself such a question when I know I would not refuse to ask it of a friend? Can it be turned around? Can I love myself enough to be a friend to me? Is there a friend somewhere who will understand me? To nothing with a name you have given it, inside, beg, please, show me such a friend.

Open your eyes. Open all senses at once. Open your heart.

Follow.

Wednesday, June 13, 2018


PEACE IS HERE NOW

Everybody agrees there is a tragedy that underlies the contemporary human condition. I come here to suggest to you the tragedy is best described as an illusion that overlies the truth that sets men free. So dig.

Shovel away the dirt of misunderstanding and you will uncover a peace that is already here. A peace that unites all people on Earth as one people. So, I ask you, is it not more intelligent for us to undertake the digging effort rather than continue past behavior spending enormous resources on trying to change the illusory condition which traditional behavior has always included war after war after war and has after all these thousands of years shown no reasonable potential, not even a hair of it, not even a grain on a hair, of potential for solving anything at all? How many times must the wiser ask, “We know we spend billions on war, what is the budget for peace?” before we understand the question at depth?

It is a shallow thought drives the train of this nation and it is this- peace is a name for a period when we are not making war, while preparing to make another. I tell you if you dig for it you will find a deeper thought and it is this-peace is not the absence of war, oh, no, war is the absence of peace. Peace, my friends, is truth, war a lie. Much wiser to spend resources on peace.

There is a popular western story told in American books and films throughout the Twentieth Century and beyond right up to this very day. In that popular distortion a town in the West is besieged by a tyrant and his dastardly gang of cutthroats. The town folk seek a hero to save them. Along comes the star of the show who, with a six shooter, kills about 25 men without reloading. It fits, actually, the rest of the farce. Nobody asks, what is the role of these pathetic town folk in this absurd drama? And only The Lone Ranger seems to know they will soon attract another set of hoodlums to town and again expect to be saved. But, this is good for business. It is all fun when it can be replayed in ink or on a screen again and again for dollars happily paid by foolish people who want to believe themselves to be right and others to be wrong. But it is bullshit! Bullshit soaked in innocent blood.

Want you give peace a chance? First in your own heart then among the others you will soon meet after you awaken? To awaken, or begin, all that is required is a glimpse of the truth just read, that peace is here now in me. I am the hero of my story.



Monday, June 4, 2018



It Is High Time

The following is just one example of so many well known messes around the Earth over thousands and thousands of years one could not count them in a lifetime. And that fact ought to stimulate a reader.


I am watching a film about the movement west in the building of a nation called America in the Nineteenth Century. This film is just like all the others I have watched since childhood. It depends upon my willingness to pretend to be stupid for its purpose.

Here is the story: It was 1874. The nation was in a severe depression economically because greedy railroads had gone bankrupt that had promised prosperity to all who came to America to work hard to realize it. Many were out of work. There were still many disastrous consequences of the terrible Civil War that had just been over a short time. Lots of hatred prevailed on both sides under harsh conditions. Politicians believed the answer might lie in the movement of many people west as soon as possible to get them busy and away from the memories of that war with a chance for a new start claiming unsettled land where at present only what were considered to be uncivilized Indians lived as they had lived for centuries. The push was on.

Gold was discovered in the Black Hills of Dakota. Problem was, the American government had promised the Black Hills to the Indians as an undisturbed place to live forever after having taken already by force from those Indians much, much of the land that lies between the Atlantic and Pacific Oceans, always with promises to take no more. Now, here is the part that stands apart as ridiculous-the makers of the film want me as a viewer to accept without question that the nation's best cure for its existent economic woes had to be to get that gold from the Black Hills; the only consideration being how best to accomplish that. I am not to even ask myself the question: who made the mess? I am not even to ask the question: what other ways might be open to the people who at the time called themselves Americans to address the needs of many of them to attain the means of enjoying an adequate level of material prosperity? I am to pretend I do not know there were many ways other than the option to mine the gold of the Black Hills which had been given to the Indians. I am to ignore the obvious truth that to the Indians who had no hand in the bringing about of the Civil War nor any share in the greed that brought on the economic depression back East gold was of little or no value. In addition, I am to ignore my clear understanding that to see only one option is blindness of a huge magnitude and the best name for that is greed!

The film blithely continues to unfold its story in ignorance of more very important facts:

1. The goodness within all human beings that will move them from greed to love in a heartbeat.
2. The resourcefulness of a free people to save themselves.
3. The willingness, the desire even, of people to endure hardship brought about by their own failures rather than to break a promise made in good faith.
4. A natural humility which is a human necessity to ask another for mercy and receive alms. At some time everyone of us will be down and in need.
5. It was, and still is, the selfish interests of politicians and those who own them who call the shots that make wars. Most of us want peace. But, we are too weak and lazy to insist upon it.


I am just saying it is high time we make a new beginning-all of us all around the globe- and insist upon telling the truth about ourselves.