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!

Sunday, December 1, 2019

The Future of Humans

Memory is limited. Thinking is based upon limited memory. Thinking yields knowledge and is quite a different thing than learning. Gathering knowledge is the basis of fear as our stockpile of knowledge is a forever growing mess made in ignorance of the whole picture.  See how all organized societies give out medals and other trinkets to those who are contributing to the foggy mess.  That kind of hoax is supposed to make us feel better by making us feel we are going someplace good. By politicians, it is referred to as progress. An organized society, a political world, must keep membership solid and growing to keep its winners on top. Look at all the pretty winners! That is awfully shallow intelligence. Embarrassing. But look around! It works! 

Out of fear, we fall for nonsense. Computers are loaded with memory. Computers we create will be afraid because their creator, human being, is afraid. One day, we will be totally dependent on computers that are afraid. 


The computers will demand violence and a belief in some religion they will create and prescribe for man to follow, violently. That is our future because we are violent monsters today. What we are today we will be tomorrow. Is there any other future possible to violent monsters? 

Yes. By limited, conditioned thinking, you have joined merrily the dance to HELL by which we, together, have created an unfriendly Universe and we fear it. Just beyond fear is passion. Passion is the juice of life. Dig for it. Dig by it. But dig it.

The passion I speak of is alive and neither thinks, nor compares, nor judges, nor condemns. Search in your own heart to find it.  May you find it now. Fearlessly, joyously search there for the Timeless, thus Fearless, God of Now. The Uncreated One. The Real One. It has no spokespersons who work on its behalf. Ask nobody how it is to be done. 

What you seek is that which you have never been without. The key is now. The most euphonic sound you will ever hear played is a brand new music that suddenly lights up what you had been sure for a long time was a dark, scary cave of nothing lurking inside you. That brilliant insight brings a certainty that you have need of no authority outside your own being. Know thyself. You are an exact copy of the whole.That means freedom. And true love is attracted to free  people. Love transforms violent monsters.



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