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!

Tuesday, April 10, 2018

Big Picture

We are in the age of specialized everything, including 

science. Little attention is paid to the whole big picture, as if it 

does not even count. The teachers who have genuinely 

helped me have been those who were relentless in the 

repetition of one simple message concerning what is the big 

picture, saying, if I know that, I am whole, and a whole person 

is bound to inherit the Earth.



I know what true wealth is now. I know what a penniless man 

can accomplish that no billionaire with all his money can 

even remotely touch. I am not going to insult you by telling 

you what that is, even if i could.



And that brings me finally to repeat my point. Those who 

have loved me gave me one thing...freedom...in the 

knowledge that that I have already within me everything I 

am going to need to be fulfilled 


as a human being. They encouraged me to spend time alone 

with that very real presence. By reassuring 

me that it is not something to be explained to me from outside 

myself I found I had the inborn courage to trust what I felt in my heart to 

be enough and it was my heart. Inborn courage is heart. The whole 

Universe is in there.


If I were a swan I'd fly.











Sunday, April 8, 2018


Takes a lotta lies to keep a marriage goin'. All one need know about marriage to decide on it.


Takes a lotta lies to keep an employment contract goin'. All one need know about a job to decide on it. 

Takes a lotta lies to keep a nation goin'.


Takes a lotta lies to keep a church goin'.


Takes a lotta lies to keep a hospital goin'.


Takes a lotta lies to keep a zoo goin'.


Takes a lotta lies to keep a rock band goin'.


Takes a lotta lies to keep competition goin'.


Takes a lotta lies to keep a war goin'.


Takes a lotta lies to keep a sales force goin'.


Takes a lotta lies to keep Facebook goin'.


Takes a lotta lies to keep Hollywood goin'.


Takes a lotta lies to keep a charity goin'.


Takes a lotta lies to keep the Super Bowl goin'.


Takes a lotta lies to keep the World Series goin'.


Takes a lotta lies to keep the Final Four goin'.


Takes a lotta lies to keep the Masters Tournament goin'.


Takes a lotta lies to keep a ______ system goin'.

LIFE, AS SUCH, OUGHT NEVER BE ORGANIZED.


Whatever is organized is as good as dead. Turn out the lights. The party's over.
The stars were set in motion to guide every ship. Free. Equally do they shine upon all. Align, align, align. Then shall you know. It is not going to be by saying “over there” or “over here” or “adjust that” or “adjust this” or “believe” or “act out” or “meditate” or “speak lines” that you will align. This is not spiritual. It is done by realizing that alignment is, was, and will be. What will need to be was done at the start. When aligned with truth, all flows like wind and water and nothing is left to chance.
Study Nikola Tesla, Gregory Bateson, and Buckminster Fuller on the abundance of free energy. 

Tuesday, April 3, 2018

When Thoughts That Describe Me Cease


A human being is designed magnificently to enjoy every day of life.

The only thing that blocks us is the thoughts we have concerning ourselves. These act as a cloudy, murky veil and the veil blinds us. Since we no longer experience ourselves as we are we see nothing else as it is. We see artificially. Live artificially. What else can we do?

We are not abandoned. The moment those thoughts dissolve, as they will certainly on the last day of each life, and they do when a crisis brings down our tower of thoughts about who we are, the person experiences who he really happens to be...experience of true self is the state he is forced into, a place beyond thought. In the state where no mind is talking there is reality itself. Simply, the veil has dropped. This is when greatness appears...seems to have come out of nowhere as soon as we think about it because the thinker's elimination brought it to light and the thinker has returned to explain again.


So, over the centuries, many practices will continue to evolve out of this experience to encourage us to eliminate the thoughts on our own rather than to wait for death or great loss to bring it about suddenly and painfully. These practices have a way of growing into organized religions. It must be the thinking mind's counter punch. The lesson is soon lost in dogma. So, we are left with a lot of thought concerning what will happen to us after we die...so, what is useless to us becomes more interesting to us than our very life unfolding before us day by day.

Check this out.  We shift from a point of view that life is a gift to be cherished and experienced fully for itself to: life is a test to determine what kind of after-life we will receive. What a rip-off! Life is postponed.

Intellectuals believe the state of an active mind describing itself to itself is liberation, not a veil at all. It is strange, but, a puppet starts to teach that to be one is to be set free and that the job of the puppet is to strive to be more and more and more. False pride is the motivator now. You can see why that is and how schools and museums came to be and how they operate, if you want to see it. Schools and museums soon manufacture political operators and their operatives.


Only as God made me am I. Only as God made me will I know God. Only when I know God am I real. 
What more do I need?

Sunday, April 1, 2018



What Does a Nobody Have To Do With it?

So, what is the contribution of Bob Dylan? In 500 words. A man changes his name as part of a performance for the stage.

He discovers New York City at a crucial moment in time, 1961-ish, when he is very young, 19, and unknown...where music is happening as a part of a whole wide spectrum of an art explosion in a local scene in the “Village”. It was a freak show. But, a really interesting one. There were lots of chances to perform and not so many restrictions on a nobody to take part in it however irritating. This explosion of free expression was not happening in many places, some say there were none like it in the United States or anywhere else at the time. These things happen from time to time and nobody knows why they happen…it takes a nobody who knows nothing really to know something important at such a time and place. I know this to be true. Perhaps so do you.

I want intentionally to make this short, compact or it will miss the point. I aim to point. To point to what you most want to know. It is about you.

What the actor did for us is this- he in a hurry proved what one of us can do. Not somebody else. Anyone. Acting alone. By 1965 Dylan was famous in the U.S. and abroad. By doing the opposite of what the world told him to do he became overnight a force it (the world) was powerless to halt changing all the rules along the way as if he were in charge! But there was a reason that cannot be stopped.

Now, for the heart of it. Dylan's action reworks by direct demonstration the very essence of man's understanding of what is a genius. World-wide.

We know by his life a genius is not a special human being who stands above most or all of the rest, he is you. And he is giving that demonstration very often more than 50 years later! That is generosity. Love.

This has come to me slowly, sometimes haltingly. At several points I have felt I have lost the strain of thought altogether. I am so glad to arrive at the point finally. I am not wasting time explaining his songs. I am accepting them humbly for what they are.

Nobody is not a genius!

Before the flood, Bob Dylan did not think of himself as a songwriter at all. What drove him was an urge he had to fulfill that has no name. That is where genius resides. In that seed of an idea. It is expressed poetically as I am going home.

See the difference? We, civilized man as he thinks of himself, we have been wasting enormous resources of creative energy in a game that makes most, nearly all, of us dullards who await instruction from a so-called hand full of geniuses. These are fakes, entirely, and it is obvious. These are merely those few of us who show great skill at a game that is going nowhere. They drive a train that will derail and we all know it. Bob Dylan was and is going somewhere.

The funniest part is that all we do today is ask for an angel to come among us and fix us.

All that has blocked humans from the dream ever since we betrayed ourselves...before the Great Pyramids...has been a simple misunderstanding of our nature. The true genius is anyone who dares step forward as a true man. You say, I don't know how to do that.

Truth is, it is the only thing you do know how to do to perfection.


Thanks, Bob.

Saturday, March 31, 2018

Another tact-

Okay. Suppose a guy is selling his car to a stranger. Suppose the same guy is arguing politics or religion with another stranger on a street corner. Suppose the same guy is about to ask a woman (he knows) to be his wife. Suppose the same guy is later trying to discuss with the same woman a divorce. Or, what if the child of that man and woman is asking, “Daddy, is there a God?”

There are millions of scenarios out of life experiences we can shoot as part of a film. Or use to tell a joke. Or as a chapter in a novel. Or, in a song we hope will be a hit.

Think of a guy in the office of his shrink telling what he believes happened to cause him to make the appointment. Think about another guy on trial for a crime on the witness stand. Then consider an eye witness to the same crime on the stand. A judge and jury are listening to this testimony in order to make some decision that could spell trouble.

Imagine a legislative body in session considering a declaration of war against another branch of the human race. Consider yourself to be in the shoes of a Governor who is being asked to grant a stay of execution on the grounds of newly discovered evidence that could establish conclusively the innocence of the condemned party. Or, consider yourself as a corporate CEO whose company is being accused of having done lethal damage to the environment or some CEO trying to obtain rights to mine Indian lands established as sacred forever by a Treaty with the United States of America.

With just these in mind for now, let us remind everybody how life really takes place for all of us. As soon as that is firmly established in our minds eye we shall understand the rest.

What is going on for each of us, what we consider to be true, as persons alive, is taking place inside our minds, not outside of it. The outside is a projection only.

There's an argument going on inside each of us that is driving the action of every party who appears to be involved in any story taking place on the outside. The real relationship is between the voices inside each character rather than the argument taking place on the outside between rank strangers who find they have met in a strange land. In other words, what happens in the outside world is merely coincidental to the real conflict, which is internal. In yet other words, the people actually involved in the matter are mere images mentally stored by each person. Yet all communications media of all forms deny this is so. This all very complicated.

It is as if we are all willing to be crazy as bat shit rather than admit what we are thinking to anyone, not even our closest confidants, if we have any.

Are we hypnotized? You may ask.

Is it that to know everyone, including myself, is entirely not responsible for what is going to happen so terrifies me that I am driven to denial's door where I knock and a door opens into a room where I am taught that to survive I must insist that everyone is to be held to account as if he is in control of himself?

Or, perhaps, is it why I am so willing to follow that suggestion from an unknown hypnotist?

I want to explore this to a conclusion and propose a more adroit and sensitive tact. My proposal is we need to empty out and reload our minds for truth.

What have we become? And how did it happen? This is to be kept simple enough for human understanding. That really means it is to be honest enough to shoot straight and direct to the point so it hits us where we live and we can easily understand what is spoken or written. This is written to everybody, no exceptions. If you are alive it is for you it is put down here.

The simplest way to point out the dilemma is simply to remind everybody that we are in a world in which everybody knows himself only on the inside and yet knows everybody else only on the outside. We do not know how others see us but we know it is far from accurate and we do not know what others are thinking or feeling. We can know only a little about them. Now, we could admit this and proceed with life as it is or we could, as we have been doing, merely agree to deny that we do not know all we need to know to make sound decisions relating to others. As we define it, this would mean we cannot possibly have open and understandable and loving marriages nor anything close to justice in handling disputes that will arise. Our relationships with our children will be muddled, confused, and far from satisfactory in anybody's book. Relations between bosses and employees will always be concealed,
manipulated ones. Between nations there will be little hope for lasting peace anywhere. This is how it is.

It can be so much better you will not believe. The simplicity of it can be seen in a flash once what we have been doing in hope we will have the lives we desire is realized with clarity. We actually, all of us, the educated and the uneducated of us, we choose to put on blinders and deny we have way too little knowledge to possibly accomplish our goals of healthy, sane interpersonal relationships. We know not what it is like to be even one other person, but, do we let that stop us from marrying one of them? with a lifetime commitment? No. We insist that we, as individuals, will be the exception. Everybody else may fail, but not me. I shall accomplish the impossible although no one before me has ever done so yet!

Does that not sound like the talk of a god?

It may seem ironic but it is just that in you I am counting on. You have a feeling you are a lot more than you appear to others to be. The same is true for me, of course. You have not sensed that others you meet here really get you. Did you know that Bob Dylan, who was heralded in the media as the voice of his generation said he felt that same way, that nobody really saw him? Now, can you begin to feel that it really can be so much better for us than we have ever known?

What most of you may be thinking at this point is something like, boy, this writer had betta be holding all four aces if he is to pull off this trick. A better world? Not likely.

I promised simplicity and shall deliver it.

We begin today. We begin small. We proceed with care a step at a time and we arrive. That is a promise.

What I am relying upon is something you all know to be so. I mean you know it. And, because we know it, we can begin. Must begin.


It is this. Everyone has a yearning inside that is deep. That feeling is a wish to be fulfilled in this lifetime by the end of it. It amounts to this: At the last breath I want to know why I was born. I mean that I want it to make sense to me in a serene understanding as the fulfillment of my wish. Amen.

Now, one of the finest things about this experiment is that it takes only two to make its beginning happen. And, as others join us, there will always be enough to keep it rolling along its way. There will never be any requirement for membership beyond a simple wish to join. The door will always be open
to resign and to return later. Nobody can force another to join this experiment and nobody is entitled to
prevent anyone else from joining us ever. In fact, nobody else even knows who has joined and who has not. Cares only about his own commitment. And is jolly well calm about it.

This experiment is of the highest order. Einstein would surely agree. We shall carry our mutual understanding of the simple wish we have in common, internally, forward long enough and with enough real, earnest zeal flowing in its direction (available to power it if it happens to be where it has been told it will be found) remembering all the way we are beginning small, proceeding with care one step at a time, until we know we have arrived. It will be obvious when we do.

Are you with me?

























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Tuesday, March 27, 2018

Fragments of nothing much to begin with
preserved in museums
as imagination's marmalade... that shit?... pretense on parade?



O, wise wrist, ask fingertips, “turn a page”
Find me anew in man's forgotten language.
Drop the world of make believery
into foam at the shoreline of a rolling sea.



Longing to carve, discovered by a stone,
Sit with it 'til I know, alone,
a trapped angel, bruised, knotted up inside,
says to five fingers, “come alive!”



The moments of a life?
Can that be?
Dead fragments collected in time's non-existent casket?

Where does that put me?



The one moment of totality that mattered,
why, it did not scatter!
Who, having two eyes, failed to see?
Watery waves...a sandy beach... foam...a rolling sea...eternity? Not me?



'Twas dark, then suddenly,
light was everywhere, all around me!
'Twas dark, then suddenly,
light was everywhere, all around me!

Monday, March 19, 2018

HEART

The wise man said the answer you seek will always lie inside your own heart.  

Learn to be its closest relative, its servant.



The listeners rebuffed him asking, “Where is this heart you speak of, great 

master? I have no heart to my knowledge. Is it the organ in my chest that 

pumps blood you mean, ancient one? Is it some syrupy sweet sentimental 

notion that is so foolish it is childish thinking that makes wishes that a good 

fairy will save us all at the last minute?”



My master replied so simply to the questioner, “Where is the mind?”

Silence followed.



Then my master spoke again, “You all have a mind you know only too well. 

Where does it hang out?”



Heart is that in you that has always been with you since birth that longs for 

you to actually live your own life while you have that chance. Mind wants 

you to live the life others, and especially those who have hurt you and 

despised you and ignored you, those whose primary, constant chant to you all 

your life has been, “you are not good enough yet” want you to live that is not 

your life.



Heart, like mind, is always present. I tell you heart is with you at your lowest 

moments. Heart is with you in your stormiest hours. Heart is with you on a 

battlefield. Heart is with you at a brothel. Heart is with you in the gambling 

halls on Wall Street. Heart is with you in jail. Heart is with you in the sewers 

of the world. Heart is with you when you think there is no one who cares. 

Heart knows that the same people who praise you when you are up will 

abandon you when you fall. So long as you have a breath, Heart never 

abandons you. For some of us the Other Name for Heart's “The Hole”. That 

empty hole in the chest can't nothin' fill. Not booze, not money, not sex. 

Heart is present with one message, Know Thyself.



I met Townes Van Zandt and I met Prem Rawat. Like 'em both. It seems to 

me now that Townes meets people where they are not even trying to be nice 

or look good, kinda whupped, rather sorrowful; and Prem Rawat meets us 

when our teeth are brushed, nails clipped, pants pressed and we are wanting 

to straighten up and be something better than we seem to be ourselves. But 

both of them are one. Each points to the other. I am not here to tell you 

anything else.