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!

Thursday, January 9, 2020

JUST THAT 

It is done everywhere  by billions of human beings all around the Earth. It is a very big business. The biggest, actually, when you consider that those who are pretending to have such a thing to offer are hypnotists causing you to believe you must have it and that these people are set apart by common consent as having the unquestioned, God-given authority to administer its organizations which they alone are allowed to create. Consider the organized religions.  Consider all the governments of the world. Consider entertainment (books, films, videos, theater, music, etc.) Consider education. Consider the dissemination of news and propaganda. We know that the wool is being pulled over our eyes and by whom, but, do we know why we accept it?  Same question in different terms: why do we accept war as inevitable? Starvation as inevitable? Hatred as inevitable?  Violence as inevitable? All of these and more we accept as being human nature and, so, inevitable. Why? Do we not know better?

What is more ridiculous than the purchase of someone else’s words as a part of a scheme, however stimulating, designed to assist you in the promised realization of something you are so obviously not? And yet, what is more in demand today than is just that? Is everybody born anxious for a logo to wear? Of course not. Such must be instilled.

Any guru says:  If you follow my words you will become what I am. They know something about you.  You will always follow somebody.  Why not me? If not me, it will be somebody else. There is a lot of power in signing up followers. Last place you will ever look seriously is within and that self-betrayal is your nemesis. And that is where is hidden all you ever dreamed of and much, much more…sail to Byzantium*, looking with the desperation of one who knows he is tied to a dying animal, and before it is too late.


For which guru has said as a single message: 

“You have all you need and much more. That is all I will tell you. I am busy being just another ordinary wizard of contentment.”?

Only such a one as that is worthy of the name of guru and if called one, will deny it. All others are fakes.

Hint: Only an idiots fail to know nobody else has the code for them. And The Giant Guru you hope you will ultimately find never made a world in which a guru’s time is worthy even of a penny. Any guru who knows not that you are shockingly complete as you are so are never going to benefit from hanging out with such a dope as him, is a faker. 
Find another who makes no claim to know a way for you to follow. Find someone to whom you can never be obligated at all. Love, which cannot be invited nor can it be cultivated, comes naturally, easily. Avoid applauding the ones you love. It will some of the time make them sick. That silly substitute for loving them is empty and immature and dangerous. Be the love you find inside.



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* “Sailing To Byzantium”, by William Butler Yeats
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