It
seems I have spent a great deal too much time these days in the
company of people who talk about freedom but go home to their jail
cells and enjoy the lace curtains and 50 new channels of
entertainment the warden installed to make them happy prisoners. They
call this “my new way of life” and say they are grateful. Hmm.
Life cannot be explained. Accept this much for now and flow with me. Authority has us in complete denial about it most of the time. This blog wants to show there is a whole different way to live and humans can do it and have done it before. It is hoped we get that job done.
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, March 5, 2016
Friday, March 4, 2016
One's
ego is shaped by your enemies. That is what it is for...to fight and
defend against attacks. And, it stands as a wall against your
friends. It is a very limiting device. Cripplingly so. It tells you
that life is difficult. It tells you to be afraid. It tells you life
will be better at some future time (which never comes). Its purpose
is war with everybody you encounter, even your family. So, why keep
it? What would you be like without one? Ask yourself. Ego tells you
that you would be nobody but for it. Have you ever experienced the
true experience of actually being NOBODY? Dare you? Ask yourself.
Think about it. Look, the ego is what the therapist will treat
should you visit one. Next time, ask the therapist if it is okay for
you to leave your ego at the office of therapy and go home as your
ego-less being. One thing I'll tell. Ego-less Nobody has no enemies.
Tuesday, March 1, 2016
As
I see it, it is a world where kids
are told they are free and at the same time expected to be compliant
with
arbitrary rules. Enough it is to drive anybody mad. Here
is an interesting thing. Kids who exhibit creativity, self-esteem,
and independence are most likely of all to be in trouble with the
rules. So, a kid is labeled. You are one of these, he
or she is told. The label amounts to, You are unable to comply
with minimum standards as we define them for being treated as a
normal person. You will be required to change yourself or be
ostracized or put on meds. Result:
kids on the honor role are weak, frightened, uncreative parrots or
imitators with low self-esteem and bound to be future leaders. Look
around you. Where does change, real change,
come from? Troublemakers?
Monday, February 29, 2016
I
had been brought to a halt. Lonely. Tired. Defeated. WhatamItodo?
It came to me from nowhere that I am constantly creating the world where I live by my thinking and will continue to do so for so long as I live. I despise the world I inhabit with its loneliness, cruelty, stupidity, injustice, hatred, and corruption. It will only worsen for me for my thinking is doing this to myself. Having no power to alter my thoughts which are numberless and move faster than lightening, I am hopeless. Is anybody there?
A man appeared on horseback. He recognized me from before and stopped. After listening to me for awhile he invited me to a meeting at the crossroads, he said. There I met people who understood me. Several of them told me they had found in themselves a power sufficient to change their way of thinking and for them the weather had changed dramatically. They told me it is always Spring where they live. I saw it in their eyes before I was later to know it in myself. I wanted to join up and they laughed and told me I was one of them if I wanted to be. They have no leaders, no dues or fees, no rules to go by, only suggestions. So, I frequent the crossroads to share experiences and laughs.
It came to me from nowhere that I am constantly creating the world where I live by my thinking and will continue to do so for so long as I live. I despise the world I inhabit with its loneliness, cruelty, stupidity, injustice, hatred, and corruption. It will only worsen for me for my thinking is doing this to myself. Having no power to alter my thoughts which are numberless and move faster than lightening, I am hopeless. Is anybody there?
A man appeared on horseback. He recognized me from before and stopped. After listening to me for awhile he invited me to a meeting at the crossroads, he said. There I met people who understood me. Several of them told me they had found in themselves a power sufficient to change their way of thinking and for them the weather had changed dramatically. They told me it is always Spring where they live. I saw it in their eyes before I was later to know it in myself. I wanted to join up and they laughed and told me I was one of them if I wanted to be. They have no leaders, no dues or fees, no rules to go by, only suggestions. So, I frequent the crossroads to share experiences and laughs.
Saturday, February 27, 2016
WALT
DISNEY'S MALEFICENT (The
More
True
Story of Sleeping Beauty)
1. If one is going to make up
a religion, the first task is to call True God the Devil. The people
of one half the world were mean spirited bastards (human beings) with
an arrogant, greedy King. The people of the neighboring realm were
good hearted (magic flying fairies and the like) with no need for a
king at all for they trusted each other. Maleficent, a young fairy,
lived there. Her name means evil in the human realm.
2. One boy from the King's
realm came to the realm of good hearted people to steal a jewel. He
was discovered by Maleficent who took the jewel from him and put it
back where he had found it. In her realm people leave Earth's bounty
where it is found. She forgave him and later became his girl friend.
3. Maleficent grew into a
mighty creature to become the protector of her realm and Stephan, the
boy, had ambitions which drew him away from Maleficent. Maleficent's
heart was broken. Stephan returned to her realm and lied to her
telling her he still loved her then drugged her and cut off her wings
to become King of the Human realm. Maleficent's heart broken again,
she was pissed this time. When a child was born to the King she was
not invited to the Christening and she came to deliver a curse that
the child would prick her finger on the needle of a spinning wheel on
her 16th birthday and fall into a sleep from which she can
only be awakened by true love's kiss (which she believes does not
exist having had her heart broken twice by the King.)
4. All this and more has
happened already in your world as you understand it. You must kiss sleeping beauty.
Friday, February 26, 2016
If its heart don't beat, do not listen to it. If anyone tells you he speaks on behalf of a society, do not listen to him for an organization is by its nature a nonliving thing created, as a pyramid was built ages ago, to capture people. A ring of quacks who call themselves an order have you believing they hold power over you by the plan of God Almighty. The god they speak to you of was created by them to serve their order. By the stroke of a pen were you robbed of the most precious thing any human being can have, a human soul holding within it the code of its own way back home.
When anyone tells you he speaks for a nation, do not listen for a nation lives not, aches not, suffers not, loves not. Whenever anybody tells you he speaks on behalf of a corporation, a fictitious organization created in pretend world games by another fictitious group both of which are not living and never have been alive, do not listen. Listen to only the breathers who speak for themselves, have real voices, dance, pray, dream, love, work, and fart real farts. Those have true courage, for if it cannot get naked it is not real.
That which is sheer pretense can never surrender to real authority. Armies are not real. Thugs with rifles and bombs are real. How long are you going to give your only life away to nonliving things you pretend are greater than you? Greater, you say, than what lives? How on Earth have these craven images ensnared living gods by the masses? Pretense! What cannot shed its pretenses is not capable of understanding the living who are blessed to be able to shed pretense. Pretend to weakness before man no longer and serve living godliness, which, having all the power in the Universe uses it not for selfish glory.
A mountain is real. A mountain is greater than me. The sea is greater than me. The wind is greater. The Sun and Moon. Not one of these has ever bothered to write down its superiority and flaunt it before my face. Why not? The mountain is real, without pretense, that is why. Be like that.
Who builds mountains to praise Pharaoh? Who believes Pharaoh to be his master? Pharaoh is long dead and yet on your dollar bill. When will you learn? The modern Pyramid is Nation; a useless thing to the living. What will it take to convince you? A passport? An autograph? A sealed authorization? How about... your breath?
When anyone tells you he speaks for a nation, do not listen for a nation lives not, aches not, suffers not, loves not. Whenever anybody tells you he speaks on behalf of a corporation, a fictitious organization created in pretend world games by another fictitious group both of which are not living and never have been alive, do not listen. Listen to only the breathers who speak for themselves, have real voices, dance, pray, dream, love, work, and fart real farts. Those have true courage, for if it cannot get naked it is not real.
That which is sheer pretense can never surrender to real authority. Armies are not real. Thugs with rifles and bombs are real. How long are you going to give your only life away to nonliving things you pretend are greater than you? Greater, you say, than what lives? How on Earth have these craven images ensnared living gods by the masses? Pretense! What cannot shed its pretenses is not capable of understanding the living who are blessed to be able to shed pretense. Pretend to weakness before man no longer and serve living godliness, which, having all the power in the Universe uses it not for selfish glory.
A mountain is real. A mountain is greater than me. The sea is greater than me. The wind is greater. The Sun and Moon. Not one of these has ever bothered to write down its superiority and flaunt it before my face. Why not? The mountain is real, without pretense, that is why. Be like that.
Who builds mountains to praise Pharaoh? Who believes Pharaoh to be his master? Pharaoh is long dead and yet on your dollar bill. When will you learn? The modern Pyramid is Nation; a useless thing to the living. What will it take to convince you? A passport? An autograph? A sealed authorization? How about... your breath?
Thursday, February 25, 2016
In
my view, the tunnel Alice fell down to Wonderland was her mother's
birth canal and Wonderland as Lewis Carroll describes it is his
attempt to paint a picture of your world in which you live on Planet
Earth as it has been madly developed by maniacs. The Red Queen is
your mother, the White Queen is you as a child, treated as a mental
patient is treated. You get your meds, career program, and marching
orders daily, don't you?
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