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!

Wednesday, September 29, 2021

 HUMAN PROPERTY


This much is known. At some time after the beginning of human beings on Earth there came to be a notion that every man needs a woman of his own who belongs to him and no other man and that every woman needs to belong to one man and no other man. In some locales a man was said to be entitled to more than one woman but all such were his own women and belonged to no one else. In other locales it was decided some women were entitled to own more than one man as their exclusive property. The thing we know is that there came to be enforced everywhere a notion that one human could and should be the property of one other human. By what support in reality under the stars can it be said a human is the property of any other? Indecency was born. That brings us to the subordinate rule that the offspring born to these unions of ownership of a human being by another human being belong to the two adults. The kids began to be regularly referred to as “my children” and “our children”. By what support in reality under the stars can it be said a human is property? This nonsense can and has become unquestioned fact only because the people trust words more than they trust themselves. “My” and  “our” rule over intelligence and “I” and “me” do likewise. As a simple, clear fact no human being belongs to any other.


Animals exist. Human animals exist and are aware of the fact. The conscious awareness of the fact of one’s existence is infinite and shared by all humans. It does not separate us from the other forms of life in the least. It gives awareness. Mankind developed language. The languages grew in scope to deal with the growing practice of trade or commerce. As deals were made through language and broken wars happened. Slaves were taken as one of the spoils of war. Women were taken and brutalized. Slaves and women became commodities. Children, women, and slaves became commercial properties sought after by warriors. It’s a mess. The mess has been incorporated into the languages and is spread and widespread. People think they own each other or belong to each other and that wars are inevitable. The mess grows messier every day. So, what can be done?


The only answer is consciousness. In the state of mind “I am” lie dignity and decency as if they are blowing in the Wind. These things cannot be cultivated but can be found inside every human and given priority they once had. It begins with an admission that my way of life is indecent and lacks dignity. If made at a deep level by a serious human being no more is required as decency and dignity blow in under their own power. No human is better than any other human. No human saves any other human. Bodies are born, live, and die. Consciousness is everlasting.

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