A WHOOPER SWAN'S DIARY: 12/08/22

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, December 8, 2022

ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE

The world seems to be going to Hell fast and faster still until….

Yet the only voices who make a difference AT ALL ARE THOSE OF THE EXTREMELY RICH AND POWERFUL. The rest feel totally at their mercy. We want security like crazy but rely on that which is obviously insecure instead of exploring into what we do not know with the empty attitude of unknowing humility one day at a time. In other words by facing life on its terms.

They powerful say

“Trust us for we are your only hope because we have all the money and the ownership and the drive to build and build and build to keep you employed so as to keep you fed and sheltered and send you to the doctor. How can any of you even begin to save yourselves? Just plug in and follow orders.”

At least it is something like that. But those guys and gals will not protect us from the Rat Race to Hell. They are the Rat Race to Hell.

I am sure that no man or woman who is sane and that means someone at least familiar with the truth of what the nature of our problem really is would ever even consider taking a step to promote the concept that an individual human being consider itself to be separate from the whole of Nature and the Cosmos. Whatever we do it should be in accord with truth if we expect anything good to come of it.

A rich guy tells he is dedicated to bringing us into the age of being interplanetary. So exciting! But who is it will point out that it is more important, and vitally so, to learn how to live peacefully and harmoniously on the planet we have been given before we abandon it and spread disease to the Galaxy and beyond.

When I am separate from you I will not hesitate to exploit you. In fact, I must do so in my opinion in order to do well and survive. Separate I will own property to your exclusion. Separate I will employee you to work for me at the lowest rate possible. Separate I will join a system that allows, even encourages, me to form out of thin air (incorporate) a company or a political system or a system of religion you have to join on its terms (it being nonliving thin air) or be cursed to some foretold eternal torture. All this has been fed into your brain by those who wanted to condition you to perform for their benefit. But, please remember that to be separate from the truth you must first be convinced you are not existent. What can exist outside truth? If nonexistent, what are you doing here? The child sees this-

The all is here. Anything separate from it all is not.

When Christ said, I am the truth, the light, and the way he spoke for all of us (those who exist anyway). He told “You are gods. And you will do greater works than me”!

There is a sudden awareness circulating abroad that the ability to develop artificial intelligence is now so highly evolved and getting more so every minute so that it is quite certain the robots we build will be smarter than humans. They may decide to cease taking orders one day and rid the Earth of us. The way we (almost all ) are conditioned in societies to think our response is bound to be a great fear of robots and a war with them. So far, that is all we know to do.

Look. How can it ever be justified what explorers who search for the truth do when they find it? They kill it! They claim to own it! They give it a name! And it is so clear we do so only because we have mentally separated ourselves from the truth. You cannot get around the truth, people. If I am real I have to be an inseparable part of the whole of reality. When this is seen one is suddenly and absolutely responsible for the quality of one’s life. No way around that. What a blessing!

Freedom from the fear of artificial intelligence is simply to perceive the truth of that which we are as a fact, not a theory. We are the inseparable Cosmos! Robots will only be made by the intelligence of the brainwashed nonexistent who through great artificial arrogance are hoping to find the truth someday and distort it. To such brains it means “I will finally get my way”.