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!

Monday, August 22, 2022

 We Hand You Your Hats!


Ye ambitious, faithless, bogus and unreliable scientists who work for governments, who work for private and public funded operations whose very existence corrupts to a high degree the nature of a genuine scientific undertaking in the form of authentic, unbiased searches for truth. We are not as stupid as you think. I represent the rest of humanity. We see through your masks. You guys are so busy seeking a fortune measured by dollars you can no longer be trusted by the rest of us. You may now be on the verge of a trillion dollar breakthrough; I represent the rest of humanity. We are not so stupid as you think. Your dollars fund wars! We are on to you. Even Jesus would never forgive what you do.


Are we going to be made happier by your pseudoscientific scores; so many half truths and lies? Is the world as a whole better off for your existence? Or, do we feel emptier? Lonelier? And more lost?


Let it be known! There is an organization unorganized by the hand of man; a fountain that fills itself! No funding necessary! No leaders; only trusted servants! A child shall lead us. Innocent. Empty-headed. Who will not take a dive. Will not accept a bribe. That nameless child shares the one heart of the rest of mankind. All humans came here as that child. We hand you your hats! None of  the rest of us are in need of your kind. Bow out! You are welcome to join with us at any time you decide to mend your ways. 


All things being equal, the simplest answer is usually the correct one and so it is that for the rest of humanity the remainder of the whole (you) is no less the whole than are we. That is why you will be invited to drop your bogus ways anytime you choose. We ask only of you that you take no steps to interfere with those living here together in peace through love of one another. Not as one nation. No nation. Soon you may sense we are not even here. If your own heart breaks and you begin to feel too lonely, seek us out. 


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