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!

Saturday, August 26, 2023

 THE BEGINNING & ENDING


Birth. A baby from inside a woman manages with her help to emerge into the world we know, after all, we know we came here that way also and there is nothing in life more intimate than that birthing between mother and child. And it happens in the same part of her body that what is called sex happens. And of course sex began the process of birth. Very intimate these things. Awhile after birth baby is placed in the arms of mother who tells Baby essentially “welcome, I am your mother”. Is what just happened to them a sin in anybody’s book? Must it be submitted to an authority for analysis and rule making? Should a book be written for approval by proper authority? What can it mean? AN AUTHORIZED BOOK?


What is happening in you in the present moment ? You are, are you not, separated from the writer and observing what is written here so far to be separate from you? Your brain that has been conditioned to be an observer separate from the life it observes and to analyze what is before it, resisting it, and organizing a response to defend its territory thinking mostly of what use the observed might be to it, is making plans of its own based on the role it has been taught to perform. It is planning  to change this and deny that or accept something else all to avoid facing openly the plain facts of what has simply happened. It is doing a job with purpose. In other words, it is not an open brain able to allow the words as they are read to become a part of your consciousness and to look at thoughts as they arise in you precisely as they are and get to know them. No longer are we communicating. You will be proud to remain the same as before you began reading and grow old. Stuck. Like a stagnant river choked by the dirt of dead arguments. Now, the writer will go on, in the hope you will change. 


Birthing begins love, doesn’t it? Now, I bring this up because in my experience it is never given enough importance and that has something to do with being scolded and told sex is wrong except under approved methods. Question is, who is capable of approving methods for another? So many will tell us they speak for ultimate God. Whose approval is it going to be that we suffer? 


We must not forget how life began for every human being the same. Is any event more traumatic? Yet it is not recorded in memory so as to be recalled later. That might be worth a serious study. A study of memory, I mean, and what it is useful for and why? And who or what makes recordings? And, can memories be deliberately unrecorded by the brain? And what effect has memory in the way of mind conditioning? Has some notion been strongly introduced to Baby and recorded which a few years later begins a particular type of recording in your brain concerning what is important to its particular story? A name maybe and other identification data? Who is it going to certainly be that will be thinking the rest of your life that it has a particular story? Is it anything other than illusion? Is it even slightly important to know who is thinking? Thinking happens. Why does it have to be attached to a separate image? Or, any image at all? Do you think right now you are that image? An image your brain invented? Who are you really? Can you open the mind enough to discover that?


Death. It seems thoroughly unnatural to have attached to an image, like Miss Lonely. Watch that image attach, attach, attach, attach, attach through a lifetime. Behold, I am multitudes. Careful. Any attempt to detach is just another attachment. Instead, stay with the situation as it is. Let it be thoroughly seen. Multitudes. Watch. What happens? Does it gradually evaporate? Gone all images? Empty mind. How does it feel? To be on your own? A complete unknown? Like a rolling stone?