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, September 14, 2022

 A Story To End All Stories


For a long time and nobody knows how long a time it has been a few people have been making up stories for everybody else.  Simply put, they are known as artists and the rest of us are not artists. We are relegated to positions of work without passion and jobs which will never satisfy us. These artists are owned and managed by men driven by the desire to accumulate money. They utilize banks. We are mechanical and the artists and business types are the living ones who think they ought to be fulfilled. The house always wins, you see? That is built-into the system. Why is that? Nobody knows. Let us look until we find out shall we?


In the beginning everybody was a story, complete and fulfilling in all its respects and I mean it. Humans discovered their food for the day, prepared and ate it together. It is a fact! I know this because I looked until I found it out. I observed myself. Truth is in you and in me. That is what I found. The truth. It came finally to me in the following manner.


Made conscious of the misery of all human beings at once I understood that misery to be me. It ended, me, as easily and as swiftly as it had begun and it had begun in human thought after the beginning.  Unified with all humanity, there was an immediate understanding that the real world was not made for a few but for all and on exactly fair and equal terms. Are you following this?


I hope you are. That is the purpose of my life. Once I found the truth outlined above I entered a new dimension of living unlike any I had known before. I say it this way only because I am using words to communicate to you this story. The story itself is something that has happened many times before and will happen again and again. It is timeless. There is therefore a timeless motion and you can look for it until you find it. 


All other stories than this one involved time.  Whenever time is introduced there is no love, no beauty, no freedom. No truth. Time is an element of a game, and no game is real. Adults taught you to play games to learn how to live your life as a game, not real. The not real life we have been living for a very long time is a miserable one. Many, nearly all, no, all people, even the winners, maybe more so the winners, suffer. The winners lose their privacy, their identity, their integrity, humility, compassion, innocence, love, playfulness and more.


The other stories introduce a child to a false world where only a few are to be viewed as having a good time. It had to be that way because the intention was to make people switch to a game world the gamesters could dominate and the house would always net a profit while the others mostly lose…all the time. That is a terrible idea but it dominates. It is a bully’s idea. And bullies are cowards.  


The criteria to be a winner in the game is an ideal of constant, uninterrupted competition with everybody else so competition is promoted with great vigor. The game is built around an array of awards and rewards that set the winners apart from the losers. Children are systematically hypnotized to believe the game is the real world as surely as famous hypnotists hypnotize volunteers to believe they are chickens! Look at your own life! See!


However my story to end stories is like pointing you to a switch in you which only you can reach which will put you into the genuine real world where life was not made for a few but for all and on exactly equal terms. There is really no choice for you to make. It is so clear. A world where only a very few can excel in the many areas defined as open to them and the rest are fans who desire to be celebrities is lousy when compared to a world where everybody, without exception, works with passion and compassion in a work that brings them pride and satisfaction and everybody eats.







Friday, September 9, 2022

 NO PROBLEMS



Boy meets girl. Instantly there is a passionate moment of love. The boy thinks, 


“I desire this girl. I can have her if I am smart enough. Over time, I will court her until she realizes I am a good deal for her for life. Once she sees it my way she will accept my proposal and promise to be mine.”


His plan works. They eventually marry. 


What is unknown to the boy or girl is that their “deal” was the result of a very petty, restrictive, limited  plan to be brought about gradually, over time. It amounts to “I will make you mine by my  clever plan.” So, what they are entering is a mental image of a very limited nature based upon the ideal to gradually realize over time the fruits of a happy marriage. The marriage will be of the same petty, restrictive, limited nature and it will be drawn out, long, contradictory and quite boring. A happy union is born complete in the place within a human being where the passionate moment of love happens- inwardly- in the human psyche, where time does not exist. Always it is now in that place of timeless motion. The impossible is made possible. 


Love resides where there is no conflict of any kind, nor any jealousy or fear. Knowing that makes a marriage that is forever fresh and alive as the first moment. The moment time is introduced through limited thinking it is no longer possible to have a happy marriage. To be free of time between partners is key. The whole population of Earth can be happy together this way. It is a fact that when two or more end time within themselves they suddenly are much more intelligent and will solve any problems instantly by the goodwill abiding in love. Let us love one another.


“Thou leanest to the Shell of Night, Dear Lady, a Divining Ear.” James Joyce

Thursday, September 8, 2022

 IF IT IS IMPOSSIBLE



There is no impossible…that’s just “I don’t know".


There is a narrow possible and there is an immense possible. 


So, if it is impossible, it is the unknown and that is possible.


Thinking in terms only of the possible is petty, small, very limited.


It is like choking oneself. And that is “possible”.  Nobody else need choke you.

 

 “I sailed my safe boat ’til I sank it”. 

Tuesday, September 6, 2022

 TWO HUMANS IN ONE BODY 


You can hear words spoken or read words written, and, depending on your understanding of the language, pick out a more or less clear message but the words you are  dealing with have meaning according to a dictionary agreed upon, more or less, by the society’s word police. Schools specialize in drilling this process into the brains of students mechanically. But the brains of the students of schools tend to become dull over time from being treated as machines rather than as living organisms, which they are. The magnitude  of what is lost is unknown. We know these dull-minded folks are manageable. Free-living humans, on the other hand, are unmanageable. And- listen to this-the process begun in school never ceases all the way through several advanced degrees and all the actual scientific work of the person on the same narrow subject and just how does that shape, or misshape a human brain? Plenty, I am afraid. 


By contrast, you may be outdoors on a walk or just sitting under a tree and hear a bird singing. Then you hear a second bird respond to the first one in conversation. In this way you, if alive, must gather a message which is beyond words invented by humans. It is certain, though,  that by the brain’s training beginning at school your brain will rather quickly begin a programmed response to the event inside your head using words. And yet the message beyond words is there and can still be accessed by the human as well along side the wordy dialogue. So, with a single simple happening in nature there are two messages received in the human and I ask you which is more vital? And further, is it important or necessary to store in the brain either of them?


One thing new has occurred to the writer of these words. Is it possible for a human to have a sufficiently still mind to find out for certain what, if any, use we have for a book of vague, contradictory and dead words arranged in the past? Does that not prevent anything new? Or, can we discover a proper and safe use for some words that is not so destructive to ourselves? For example, scientists, politicians, philosophers, religious orders and married couples, as we know, seldom agree. Conflicts will grow into wars. What if the battle of the sexes, as old as mankind, was created by words? Who knows the extent to which that battle has been corruptive of the children? 

Sincerely,


J Whooperswan

Sunday, September 4, 2022

 We all know what to do and

that it is not accessible through any type of imposed authority.

At the level of freedom is the way and the way to freedom is love.


Freedom and love are one and the same.

Thursday, September 1, 2022

 DIAGNOSIS  HUMAN


If a man says "I am a part of an indivisible whole (such as a religion or a nation, humanity, etc. and lives as if he is separate who is that man really?

 



(Hint: he is the divided up nut case most humans are and a liar) 


It simply counts for little what one thinks or believes. What we know is what counts. Such a man is living a double life. That means he is a walking contradiction, partly truth and partly fiction. If you knew and cared about that man and he asked you why he is so sorrowful what would you tell him?

Wednesday, August 31, 2022

 GOING EASY


The past and the future are contained in the now. That means life and death always travel together. To live and die at the same time means no time inwardly and that means absolute freedom inwardly from that trivial concern about myself which is time. So, the only thing that ends at death is ego that never did exist having been concocted over time through human thought. And so nothing lasting cares a hoot about “where do we go when we die?” 


Show-offs  are bookish about life. Such outward show of talent is a sign of an inner sense of lack. It is the very real lack of the child’s profound understanding that the Emperor robed for a show is actually naked. Reading and study is good but is good for remembering where you keep your toothbrush and the tooth paste and your keys, for example, and not of any use in understanding yourself. It is actually an escape from that vital individual effort. Each is a competent scientist in their own life. 


It is just not so that God made the world and added humans to the mix to search for and publish works of other men to be deciphered and studied by a few which will resolve our concern about why. That has always brought conflict and wars rather than peace. And all that surrounds that malarky is superstitious nonsense that when applied has resulted in human sacrifice of unspeakably horrible descriptions and all know it and yet it continues. No book written and published by the hand of man is a proper substitute for the content of each human born. There are more links in a human brain than there are atoms in the Universe. A free human being never explains him or herself to anyone. Know thyself. Make that book the priority. Embark upon a course of action that depends upon no authoritarian dictum whatsoever. Find that garden where real dreams blossom. Enjoy life.


Trust the garden you have found within you to be the way to act as a whole being without contradiction so complete it does not arouse more conflict, sorrow and suffering. It is the way to draw from the Universe such harmonious responses as an orchestra following a highly skilled conductor. There is absolute proof in the music that follows that reality is a thrilling piece. This is no theory or method. It is an actual way to live daily and not just when the crisis is upon us and the war has begun. It cannot be taught to you by another. You have to discover it.


We are to cross a river of ignorance together, not separately, one a teacher the other a student. Read this writing as a mirror to observe yourself.