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!

Friday, July 28, 2023

 SCIENTIFIC BULLSHIT!



Here goes. Science or what we call science, and as it is practiced on Earth, is nothing more than just another organized religion which is just as dangerous and corrupt and intolerant as have been any of these organized religions so far. Like them, science is cruel and selfish and exclusionary and operates within a closed system composed of like-minded people who praise one another and pass out rewards and perks of all kinds and fame and money. It is so the people in any system are talented in some way or ways but talent is not enough to bring harmony to the planet so badly needed now. When talent is bent to serve a selfish career it sours and can no longer serve the whole just as a talented painter who wants to be famous will eventually lose what passion made of him an artist. A true artist is in constant flux and never, never crosses the same river twice. Today’s scientist is jubilant to be crossing the same river over and over and over for a lifetime for it promises the image of victory among colleagues. It is another game not unlike all the rest. Games were meant from the beginning to be mere recreation and play. We have made them our religion of winners and losers. Pretense only and always. Science even speaks the language of who won and who lost in describing the course of time.


The very invention of authority figures creates conflict where none existed. It is only the competitive game of a bunch of idiots. I once watched a man who considers himself to be a reasonable human being require a group of homeless paupers to stand in bitter cold for a half hour before the beginning of a meeting to be held for their benefit because it was not yet time for the meeting to begin though he had the key to the building in his pocket. There is a whole different way to live and humans can do it and have done it before. Before our eyes will we see what is actually here when no one even attempts to be authorized. Let’s find that out for a change. The answer, unknown, is blowing in the wind. Why are we so afraid of an unknown so loving and kind as that? That much cowardice has made certain one thing, that we are not about to learn anything new. Authority has always been a gross attempt mentally to escape our own glory. Glory! And I mean it! We have had it all along. Now is the time, loving one another, to make a glorious bowl of compassion soup. Let’s hope we get that job done. This young girl next to me has asked to sing a song for us. So, I say, yes, let’s go! Sing for us, Sweetheart. (she sings)


JESUS DIDN’T MIND


I am sure  Jesus was a stray dog. He had no place to rest.

Of those who listened at his sermons while He was still alive 

only three or four were moved to change for they were not that much impressed. 

Jesus didn’t mind. Knew what he was tellin’ was after all their own to find.

So, like I said,  Jesus didn’t mind.

He was hard at work with restoration of the truly blind.

Said “blessed are the meek”; love yer enemies; “ye are gods”; “so do not ask what  shall I eat” then lovingly resigned; 

knowin’ His fans and followers of so little faith would always prefer to lag behind 

grabbin’ a quick salvation sandwich off a silver platter only ritually blessed sacred by some priestly authority upon which is actually nothin’ more than ordinary bread and wine.

Jesus, having seen His work made into a circus for well-to-do clowns to play tricks in,

would probably have been moved to find himself a hole he could get sick in. 

I am sure Jesus was a stray dog. He had no place to rest.