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!

Sunday, December 1, 2019

The Future of Humans

Memory is limited. Thinking is based upon limited memory. Thinking yields knowledge and is quite a different thing than learning. Gathering knowledge is the basis of fear as our stockpile of knowledge is a forever growing mess made in ignorance of the whole picture.  See how all organized societies give out medals and other trinkets to those who are contributing to the foggy mess.  That kind of hoax is supposed to make us feel better by making us feel we are going someplace good. By politicians, it is referred to as progress. An organized society, a political world, must keep membership solid and growing to keep its winners on top. Look at all the pretty winners! That is awfully shallow intelligence. Embarrassing. But look around! It works! 

Out of fear, we fall for nonsense. Computers are loaded with memory. Computers we create will be afraid because their creator, human being, is afraid. One day, we will be totally dependent on computers that are afraid. 


The computers will demand violence and a belief in some religion they will create and prescribe for man to follow, violently. That is our future because we are violent monsters today. What we are today we will be tomorrow. Is there any other future possible to violent monsters? 

Yes. By limited, conditioned thinking, you have joined merrily the dance to HELL by which we, together, have created an unfriendly Universe and we fear it. Just beyond fear is passion. Passion is the juice of life. Dig for it. Dig by it. But dig it.

The passion I speak of is alive and neither thinks, nor compares, nor judges, nor condemns. Search in your own heart to find it.  May you find it now. Fearlessly, joyously search there for the Timeless, thus Fearless, God of Now. The Uncreated One. The Real One. It has no spokespersons who work on its behalf. Ask nobody how it is to be done. 

What you seek is that which you have never been without. The key is now. The most euphonic sound you will ever hear played is a brand new music that suddenly lights up what you had been sure for a long time was a dark, scary cave of nothing lurking inside you. That brilliant insight brings a certainty that you have need of no authority outside your own being. Know thyself. You are an exact copy of the whole.That means freedom. And true love is attracted to free  people. Love transforms violent monsters.



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Wednesday, November 20, 2019

The Gist of It


I was born on the day of my birth on Planet Earth.

I took it wrong.

When I was willing to be shown I was mistaken, I was shown.

When I discovered I was mistaken I ceased being mistaken.

My life began to make sense to me.

I am content.  And I am grateful to be so.

My name is Nobody. My age it means less. 

Nobody can teach anybody else that he or she is mistaken.

Willingness is the key.

When an honest man discovers he is mistaken, he will either cease being mistaken or cease being honest.


Monday, November 18, 2019

Think over this. 

The dominant theme of every civilization has been -

Look what we built. We put together ideas to make a way of life run by a few great leaders who brought forth a conquering wave of violence to claim a whole Empire. It was financed by a false system of abstract wealth and placed upon the backs of a hypnotized citizenry taught to value it above all else and call it THE REAL WORLD. Our children will thank us for it, was the mantra. 

Have any children ever thanked their parents for teaching them to believe in an empire of this sort?  No. It taught them life is a tragic mistake, make the best of it while you can and pass it on.


People who believe in Dynasties say nothing is accomplished without sacrifice. Notice that fact. Would it not be tragic to learn that accomplishment was never the aim;  but simply to spread love  to everybody? I am certain children would never cease thanking their parents for that.

Thursday, November 7, 2019

LET’S MAKE
A NEW WHEEL


Why, do you think, would anybody bother to admonish another that only a fool reinvents the wheel? Why not mess around with their wheel?  It's damn sure broke. Start from scratch. Make it up as an original, all or any part of it, as if you were not born yesterday, but at the dawn of today. Not for somebody else though, for you! You may meet up with allies in places you least suspect to find them and discover unexpected resources you tend to neglect.

Thursday, October 10, 2019

TO BE WILD


To be wild is like being aware that you are living in a room with a poisonous snake.  You must be so very alert.  Life depends upon it! To be so alert, so vigilant , so keenly present, is pure bliss. That is why boys and men and girls and women who have fought in a war become addicted to it to the extent  they secretly yearn for another war. But, addiction is a disease that cripples and wounds the heart and drives a person to insanity’s door. What is to be discovered by telling the story of a wild boy is that there is a way to get in touch with who we are, as we are, a wild one, who requires no substitute. The true human is brave, soft, kind, and peaceful by nature. Life is not chaos, but rather, a work of painstaking design.  Not the work of a person, it is NOT to be lived by persons, those silly, limited undependable, dishonest creatures we are not. There. You have it!

Wednesday, October 2, 2019

I need consoling.

Well, either I am alive or I am not.
If I am alive, I have everything I need.
I know I have everything I need because I am alive.
If I am not alive 
I have everything I need. 

Be still.
Be still and know.
Be still and know that I am. 
Be still and know that I am God.

There is something that 
if you do not have it, 
nothing else matters.
And, if you do have it, 
nothing else matters.


Your true God touches you in every breath that enters your body every few seconds of every day you breathe. And always kisses you Goodnight so you will remember the wonder of it all.


Thursday, September 12, 2019

REAL CULPRIT

Civilization is the culprit in the play of life. Since its history is written to justify the killing of other people who were only imagined to be unlike the killers, truth plays no part in history of a civilization. And civilization never plays fair. It is a fact that the very leaders who condemned to death war criminals from WWII, acted in exactly the same manner as the condemned immediately following the victory even using notes the criminals made concerning their crimes as guides to be duplicated and enlarged upon. And, anyone who writes laws for other people to follow would be totally amazed (and embarrassed) to be shown that people who are related to in a loving manner as  unfragmented, dignified adults knowing exactly how to use information to decide for themselves how to live among others harmoniously will always act bravely and wisely and consider another as themselves with another face. I say this because in a former life I was actually a lawmaker who was shown in just this way. I had the opportunity to change for the better and see with new eyes how great a human being is when freed to show it.