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!

Tuesday, April 3, 2018

When Thoughts That Describe Me Cease


A human being is designed magnificently to enjoy every day of life.

The only thing that blocks us is the thoughts we have concerning ourselves. These act as a cloudy, murky veil and the veil blinds us. Since we no longer experience ourselves as we are we see nothing else as it is. We see artificially. Live artificially. What else can we do?

We are not abandoned. The moment those thoughts dissolve, as they will certainly on the last day of each life, and they do when a crisis brings down our tower of thoughts about who we are, the person experiences who he really happens to be...experience of true self is the state he is forced into, a place beyond thought. In the state where no mind is talking there is reality itself. Simply, the veil has dropped. This is when greatness appears...seems to have come out of nowhere as soon as we think about it because the thinker's elimination brought it to light and the thinker has returned to explain again.


So, over the centuries, many practices will continue to evolve out of this experience to encourage us to eliminate the thoughts on our own rather than to wait for death or great loss to bring it about suddenly and painfully. These practices have a way of growing into organized religions. It must be the thinking mind's counter punch. The lesson is soon lost in dogma. So, we are left with a lot of thought concerning what will happen to us after we die...so, what is useless to us becomes more interesting to us than our very life unfolding before us day by day.

Check this out.  We shift from a point of view that life is a gift to be cherished and experienced fully for itself to: life is a test to determine what kind of after-life we will receive. What a rip-off! Life is postponed.

Intellectuals believe the state of an active mind describing itself to itself is liberation, not a veil at all. It is strange, but, a puppet starts to teach that to be one is to be set free and that the job of the puppet is to strive to be more and more and more. False pride is the motivator now. You can see why that is and how schools and museums came to be and how they operate, if you want to see it. Schools and museums soon manufacture political operators and their operatives.


Only as God made me am I. Only as God made me will I know God. Only when I know God am I real. 
What more do I need?
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