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!

Thursday, June 10, 2021

 The So-Called Scientist


Let us reason together in order to see what is happening to us. I am not going to teach you anything. Listening to me is like talking to yourself. Together we learn.


The so-called scientist looks through her microscope. What she sees depends upon what she is looking for but she is unaware of the effect of that upon her work. She thinks what she sees is the way things are. She knows not that the observer is the observed. She knows not that what she sees is colored by her memory of what she has seen in the past. She believes she can cross the same river again today which she crossed yesterday. That the river is always flowing is not important to her because that would keep her from being a scientist in search of fixed knowledge which she is convinced brings control to life and destiny. She believes herself to be dedicated to bringing to all a better world. She is this way only because she thinks of herself as an intelligent scientist with a reputation for intelligence among others who think the same way. It is mere group think. She is concerned with her career. Blind to how her fixation is in the past she is arrogant. She will tell other colleagues the meaning of what she has found in a paper she will author and publish. It is folly to do that in a world in motion. Yesterday’s knowledge is dead. But she has been busy gathering a following of fools. In this manner she will be nominated to receive coveted awards and the false prestige they bring. This she believes to be practical and secure though it be nothing but illusion made by abstract thinking. A translator who is not there is busy telling her what the thing she sees means. Words. Then, the translator tells her, she can tell others what to do about it. Meanwhile, everybody alive knows everything is getting worse.


The lawyer is bound to the past in the same way as the scientist as is the physician and the psychiatrist and the minister and the businessman and the journalist and the artist and the writer and the guru and all the rest. They belong to schools of thought and are proud of it. Each school has its private language others do not understand. They argue among themselves and teach in their schools that this will lead to progress which is thought to bring excellence but which is merely cosmetic. The word”excellence” is not the thing. Trends, latest fashions, and celebrity abound in a society of idiots. And the emperor of it all is naked. Humanity is riding a train traveling faster and faster and deeper into a purgatory-like condition of its own making and none of it is real. All is illusion. Should we all laugh? At whom? It might be fun if the price were not so high in terms of violence against all who have stood in the way of self-made, arrogant, judgmental pretenders over the ages. It is a very complex and convoluted  history. They kill each other. They kill children, women, the elderly, the helpless, and the best. They are constantly sending children to school where they can be forced to learn the game and assimilate.  Two Riders approach.


The game we have been playing is unfortunately very attractive to us. Or maybe it is not unfortunate at all. Maybe there is a plan to actually get us hopelessly lost and before we find our way back home we have to admit we are lost completely and mean it. That happened to me and some others. How many will it happen to before we are too far gone already?


Thinking, as we are taught to do it, divides us. It divides us 

abstractly into a thousand nations, a thousand religions, a thousand philosophies all engaged in one form of war or another. Wars among named groups are inevitable. As individuals, it divides us from within in wars against ourselves. This is done by observing what is named to be a flaw and then creating an illusion of an ideal human being without that flaw. Then one now creates with thought a method to become that perfect human without the flaw. All the world as we know it now is caught madly in this way of living. Look around. 


There is quite another,  largely ignored, possibility. It is possible to look only at the flaw in ourselves or others without a judgment that it is a flaw or a virtue. Observe the condition as it is without words. Be practical for a change! The result astounds! It works! The flaw is not. It disintegrates. It never was. It was being created by the blind scientist who is ignorant of reality. On the outside the pure observation works the same miracle. We see suddenly the other as another human who actually wants the same thing I do when we observe them with a still mind, anchored in reality, even for a short while. That is all it takes. It happens. There is no going back to resentment and fear and hatred now. And we heal. Healed and made whole by the loving winds of reality. Mediation as practiced by aboriginal peoples all around the Earth for thousands of years taught me this. I trust it without a doubt.


All people, and that means all, want to work together with pride and joy. Excellence comes from one place and one place only…it comes from the soft, yielding hearts of human beings regardless of their present condition. There is a way home. Each one who turns to the heart assumes the attitude of humility heart when trusted brings and will have to produce excellence and excellence alone. Such a train, bound for glory, will inherit the Earth. I did not say accumulate money and property.  I said inherit the Earth. 


Welcome home.

Sunday, June 6, 2021

 A Song To Bob Dylan

from  jwhooperswan


Is there an observation, an observation pure and true?

One the scientist can never reproduce with her instruments not even the most advanced and expensive telescopes and robots equipped with a computerized slide rule?

Did the child say the emperor is naked and did he notice it to be so in spite of any lesson that was taught to him at school?

How many times must an innocent say what simply is before us all to be a-seein’ before

every scientist admits I am blind, I am a fool?

And hasten to ask forgiveness and bow before the child inside each one of us who sees with a light that’s pure and true?


A Thousand years ago the American Indian told whites…who would not listen…the Earth is our Mother and still we look to science to save us at the brink of what those learned in the name of progress have brought the whole world to.


While the scientist searches for the light at the end of the tunnel the innocent one who observes the obvious reports there is no tunnel 

if you humbly look at what clearly lies before you not covered up by all the many words you were forced to learn in school.


It has taken me a lifetime to hear the answer that has all along been blowin’ in the wind

It took that long for me to learn enough about how far intuition can extend.

All of us will end the wars, put a stop to suffering, by grokking the simple truth we need nobody else to save us we are and always have been sufficient to that end. (end song)


(spoken) A lone scientist at Columbia told his classes every semester that all would receive an A in his course and only those who wished to learn were invited to bother to further attend. In that same way, this song is informing you that your initial intuition is to be honored above all thought driven rules, beliefs, and opinions if we are to find the life we’re all dreaming for. And any who do so honor intuition will find. 


That same professor and scientist made the observation that “Nobody Wanted a Light Bulb!” It is not science that serves our dream. Science serves money and personal prestige. And politicians pass out both. And they work for Corporate  Giants. Who, then, must you look to to make your dream come true?


That same professor was a musician and songwriter. He rewrote the Star Spangled Banner to make it easier to sing, saying: Do not blame the singers, if the song is poorly written, rewrite the song. Just make it easier for everybody to sing along. Is that not the dream?




                                 


Friday, June 4, 2021

 A human being is someone who realizes by the time he passes through childhood and adolescence that he is never going to know the whole truth because that is denied him and so his grownup solution is to work very hard all his life to gather as much knowledge as he can. Many become dedicated to scientific research which is an illusory escape from living as a human being. They just overlook their disordered lives and pretend to live together on Mars. As a scientist realizes that money is never going to be enough to satisfy him, his solution is to work hard all his life to gain as much money as he can. He is convinced money cannot buy happiness only drugs and other distractions to blot out its loss. Still he works hard for money. A human being recognizes he is violent. His solution is to try as hard as he can to be non-violent. A human being recognizes she is inconsistent and her life is not in order. Her solution is to work as hard a she can to achieve awards handed out for achieving the order which cannot be achieved. A human being recognizes he fails to work hard enough. Not to pick on scientists it is made clear that the very same fate awaits everyone attached to a career. 


A human being has learned all of this by observing his parents and other adults and studying his own experiences of dealing with them. They are his teachers. Is it any wonder man is a mess? Is anybody out there who is ready to address only the facts instead? For those it will be a solitary voyage with no teacher but oneself. But freedom is coming to you. See how what you have been taught from the past is creating a non-existent world you must complain about for the reason that it exists not. Humans like Walt Whitman and Albert Einstein and Bob Dylan have broken through all that to present something original in place of the  expected.


Observe that one’s society is telling one constantly what you are expected to do to become someone worthy. Not fulfilled but worthy. Worthy of what?

Friday, May 28, 2021

 

No Authority


No authority is perfect order. I have examined into this and found it to be so. Whenever I, inwardly, accept no authority from outside everybody else treats me automatically as a friend. Authority is an agreed upon view of how things ought to be, but they are not. Where you find things to be as they ought to be there you will find no authority for there would be no purpose for authority to serve. No crime no police. Where you find authority you find corruption. It must be so. I ought to know. Any who accept authority as a way of life create corruption and then complain of it. This is all so foolish and silly and leads to feelings of insecurity and acquisition of weapons to be used against human beings who are seen as threats to my welfare. 


Any who refuse to accept authority are deciding to live each day as it comes rather than to think how they want it to be. In this way alone can it be discovered what is a life. Note: I am not talking about rejection of or opposition to authority, that’s silly too, but the clear decision to cease to look outside of yourself for your needs. Example: a baby does not think “I’ll get mother to feed me” baby cries. Live in your footsteps before you go underground. Each one is either learning to live or learning to die. It is an important distinction to make.


People of faith think and behave as one. Only nations and tribes make war. Do you see this to be so?


You have been told that refusal to accept authority will bring disorder. Actually, acceptance of authority brings disorder…..I shall never look to corrupt governments and greedy businesses to save me…or even to help me. I am no fool. You see, order is a state of mind that is given not driven. It is not some idea for you to believe. Find out for yourself. Let truth and beauty seep down in your soul and then you will know life.

Wednesday, May 26, 2021

Mandates and Charts



Do I really want new mandates and new charts for the voyage called life? Or, would I prefer to try it without any such programming? Just be together with everybody else as one of us. Sing my thoughts spontaneously with my own musical accompaniment unless someone comes on the scene to join me. Bob Dylan has been doing this for more than 50 years  and nobody has joined him. So, is it too lonely? Or, is loneliness where it’s at and all the lonely people not really…lonely? I am here, not to ease loneliness, oh no, to embolden it. The solution to all my problems lies in me, alone. For the reason that all my problems are tied to me and, so, inter-related. Loneliness is illusion for that reason. Seeing things as they are is freedom. Only free people love.


I see people with their smart phones and I see human beings serving robots. Once we did it with newspapers then radios then televisions. We stand in line to get our daily programming. Do I really want new mandates and new charts for the voyage called life? Or, do I want love? 

Thursday, May 20, 2021

 Memoirs of a True Slave, 2021 USA



What’s wrong with me?

Why do I continue to fall short of my own ideals…are they not really mine?


Why do I do things I do not believe to be right and fail to perform things as I feel I should?

Why am I a good father sometimes and yet other times down-right refuse to fulfill my obligations to my own children?


Why can’t I lose weight and keep it off?


Am I some type of slave?  If so, who is my master? 


Religious folks tell I am a sinner by nature and it was a Supreme Being (God) made me to be so and it is not my place to question the Plan. I always wanted to puke when I heard that but I could not find the thought to speak which might set me free from such awful tyranny. They seemed to have a lot of power and I seemed to have little or none. In Christianity, I was taught God made me weak and sinful by nature, and that being so, would judge me as bad and send me to Hell forever. And I was supposed to rejoice that God sent a Son who’s perfect (not like me) to Earth to be crucified in my place and if I chose to believe that I would obtain a free pass to Heaven while those who did not believe a God would do that must go on to Hell same as before the alteration to the Plan. As I write this I am beginning to find the answer to my own original questions set out above. Being taught as a child those ideas by Christian leaders how else was I to respond but as a royal and confused fuckup? And who is my slave master? None other than my own mind filled with the confused thoughts of the civilization in which I exist. Many of these thoughts are old, dead already. Others are so rigid and inflexible they bind as surely as whips and chains. All are based from past behaviors that have failed us miserably and must be expected to continue to do so. The use of violence to bring about peace is one classic example. Rather than abandon it, though, our leaders always threaten to be more violent than the time before. This sort of reminds me of parental methods of making good children through beatings. And of an education system that expects to make a society of most excellent adults by a system of grading all the children and labeling losers. I wonder if I can kill these old ideas of mine in place of striking out at people? Is it possible to clear a mind so terribly wounded as my own? If so, I see it as a wonderful work of a Divine Creator. Can it be so simple that all that is required of me is the willingness to look directly and thoroughly into the face of my very own thoughts as a construct of me made by me and for me and by doing so find me underneath all the falsehood? Find who I am and what I am here to do? If so, I see that as truly a Super Power and a wonder work of a Divine Creator in which I participate actively and voluntarily. Wow! I’m all in!

Monday, May 17, 2021

 Gravesite Blues


It’s crazy, but

there’s a gravesite down in Ol’ New Mexico

chained like a dangerous criminal who might just up and run away 

And carved in stone are names of three murdered pals wrapped like a package for the world to come see  

An official warning to children! never wander too 

far astray;

and it might work out that way; except how many faces will it take who walk by but won’t buy it before everybody knows the score: Too many have given their one life away.