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!

Wednesday, August 30, 2023

 POWER IS NOT IN THE WORD



How could we have sunk so low as humans to fall under the spell of words and allowed them so much power over us? So much, indeed, that in today’s world all effort in education and religious training of the young is based in words. There is no life in a word. Tell the loftiest word to stand up and show us your metal and the word will lie still in print or sound and flex no muscle at all, having none. Shout it! Print in letters 400  feet tall. Still it is much, much weaker than a single blade of grass. It is nothing but a symbol of something else. One cannot sit on the word “chair” safely but on a real substantial chair one can feel   comfortable without fear of falling on the floor. 


Dictionaries are fat and there are many languages in the world. But we can use a single example from English to make ourselves understood. For example, we can use the word ”charge!” long used for urging warriors to battle. Say the word as loudly as you wish to a cat and …nothing happens. And yet we have seen a cat “charge” its prey. The symbol for charge is not the container of the charge as an action. That is contained in the animal. That fact is important to anyone sensitive to a full understanding of the nature of the life form one is directing a given word or words unto. In this case, a cat. Is one thoroughly acquainted with the nature of cats?


Here we want to stress whether one is fully acquainted with the nature of a human being? An effort is going to be made here to state a sublime truth that is crucial to understand humanity. You are requested to listen with all your being so much as is possible for you now. We are dealing with devilish trickery and striving to expose it. The only way to train a human of either gender to obey words is to trick that lovely, sensitive, spectacular being into “thinking” itself to be a set of words rather than a living being naturally endowed with certain inalienable rights that among which are life, liberty, and the pursuit  of happiness”. Declaration Of Independence, United States of America. Humans flower. Should the human being told to “charge” be really human and not a set of words from a dictionary conditioned by words “to obey authority as defined by more words” (by which the life form has been taught to “think” he or she is a “citizen” of some “nation” bound to obey words spoken by “authorities” defined by words) be simply true to its own nature it would quite possibly reply to “charge!” with “beg your pardon?” Or “I prefer not to”.


Now, the wheels are felt to be turning inside conditioned brains everywhere to explain to this writer that were it not for excellent, rigorous education in a civilized system there will be chaos and mass confusion. First, are we not at this time living in chaos and mass confusion? If not, one can afford to ignore this writing altogether.  Second, have we so little faith in ourselves as we are? Third, would you starve a herd of cattle to prevent a stampede and call it success? Is it not obvious that to condition a brain to serve a system rather than to flower its own life its way is akin to starvation? Fourth, would wise human beings not look into the real cause of stampedes? Finding it is the herd’s natural perception of insecurity about things as they are, would they not act to end those threatening conditions? Is that not a clear and accurate picture of the current condition of humanity on Planet Earth, our home? And does an individual human actually believe they are not at least as well prepared from the beginning to live here as is a cow? A school might assist a human to evaluate the characteristics of different paints and brushes and canvases but not at all is able to assist in the painting of his masterpiece. Neither love nor passion nor life can be measured or compared. Living is compassion and love in relationship and that is inalienably endowed from the Creator. Such power is unparalleled. It can move mountains; and, furthermore, we know it. “Everything I know, I know because I love”. Leo Tolstoy, War and Peace