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, November 24, 2022

 A thing of greatest importance has been discovered that will speed the transformation of humans from the overwhelming weight of our mental chains. Only you can free you, so, pay careful attention.


It is up to each human to see clearly that (s)he is driven by words. A word, defined by other words, mere illusions all, never can be the thing described. To continue under the spell of having given such enormous power to words to the end of your days means a totally futile existence unworthy of a flea. Try for once that action that thought never touched and you won’t be goin’ in circles of confusion no mo’ living as the word ghost who claims to think for you with an unnatural language compiled by all the other word ghosts who have never been there. Oooohhhh.


Seeing this, the whole mind will cease completely its addiction to words as it opens wide to the whole picture it belongs within with a great deal of astounding new intelligence and a release of terrific energy from the falsely arrogant need to philosophize, argue, explain, judge, criticize, persuade and draw conclusions from dead language and a true human acts from a dimension beyond time and thought with a purity of action based in compassion for all, compassion and that’s all. Service to the words good and evil banished shows things too long dreamed impossible. Then you’ll see compassion’s clue. E-v-i-l is l-i-v-e spelled backward.

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