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, August 1, 2023

 BLESSED ARE THE APPALLED


It is so appalling when you realize Mommy and Daddy and all their cohorts have scientifically led you using the name of love into a safe place to build a fine cage and then enticed you inside and now the lock is closed on you and the feed trough is full and the water dish is directly below the tiny mirror to admire your self in awaiting your pure bred love bird to come for you and fertilize them eggs. You are now a performing pet with absolutely nothing your own; not even any of the empty illusions. Well, look, there is the important fact; that when you got nuthin’ ya got nuthin’ left to lose and are out of the game. Death can wait. Life is complete still untouched. All cohorts will shout, “get back in the game” but you are no longer that dumb.

Monday, July 31, 2023

 AWAKENING


We all start out to do something. For most it is unclear and they decide to dream it up. The dreaming begins. For a few the action is immediate and never falters or ceases all the way to death. Always the next thing is obvious. 


Many of the second kind are noticed by the majority as special. Some are called geniuses early. As it proceeds it is presumed these ones are superior. In fact, they are just like the rest except for being born with clarity of purpose that is not invented by thoughts and words. Anytime, the majority can change to the unfaltering way by ending the dreaming in a flash of insight to how limited, shallow, repetitive, and methodical it has become. There is a dream one has to be wide awake to dream.

Sunday, July 30, 2023

 

Psychological Memories


We commonly register in our brains as memory some occurrence that either has brought great joy or pain. What good is it? Does the memory make it more or less likely we will experience similar experiences in the future? If the occurrence was painful we think we want to prevent its reoccurrence, right? If it brought joy, we want more of it, right? Such is the reasoning in support of the registration in memory of things I like and what I do not like. Is there not evidence that the memories actually work in reverse? Does the memory of a bad experience not as a matter of fact bring a conviction in the same brain that life is insecure and I am vulnerable, not secure. In the case of a good experience is there not evidence we are left with “I had my chance and did not expand on it, keep it, so I am unworthy of being so happy again”? Can I determine whether these psychological memories that concern an ego are bringing more happiness, more security, or not? 


Suppose they are useless and even harmful?  What then? Can I stop these memories being registered? If I resist them what always happens? They come back stronger, don’t they, and may wait for the right moment to let me know they are still with me? So, may I just live with them as real and study them as inseparable from me…as in they are me… until either mind itself ends them as useless and harmful or not? Otherwise I am only trying to change me by deciding to keep what I like and discard what I do not like which is THE SAME OLD GAME!


I know this much. Once I was convinced “I am an alcoholic and there is nothing I can do to change that” I have not had a drink for decades. See, “I am the problem”. “I” needs to be turned in and exposed. Something nameless did that for me when “I” was not looking. I now urge everyone to find the nameless truth about themselves. What a wonderful life there is for all who do!

Saturday, July 29, 2023

 STUCK IN A GROOVE


Notice the difference with me between these two-


I want to be this or that. 

and

I am.


The first is in search of a groove to crawl into. The second is engaged in no search at all. All grooves are shop worn dead thoughts of others. They do not exist otherwise. It is thoroughly unnatural to seek a groove. Such brains fill with more and more conflict and grow old. I am is freedom. Unlimited. Young, and it never grows old, brittle, no longer pliable. The difference is startling. A human can be 100 and still grow younger, more enthusiastic, passionate, on fire to live!

Friday, July 28, 2023

 SCIENTIFIC BULLSHIT!



Here goes. Science or what we call science, and as it is practiced on Earth, is nothing more than just another organized religion which is just as dangerous and corrupt and intolerant as have been any of these organized religions so far. Like them, science is cruel and selfish and exclusionary and operates within a closed system composed of like-minded people who praise one another and pass out rewards and perks of all kinds and fame and money. It is so the people in any system are talented in some way or ways but talent is not enough to bring harmony to the planet so badly needed now. When talent is bent to serve a selfish career it sours and can no longer serve the whole just as a talented painter who wants to be famous will eventually lose what passion made of him an artist. A true artist is in constant flux and never, never crosses the same river twice. Today’s scientist is jubilant to be crossing the same river over and over and over for a lifetime for it promises the image of victory among colleagues. It is another game not unlike all the rest. Games were meant from the beginning to be mere recreation and play. We have made them our religion of winners and losers. Pretense only and always. Science even speaks the language of who won and who lost in describing the course of time.


The very invention of authority figures creates conflict where none existed. It is only the competitive game of a bunch of idiots. I once watched a man who considers himself to be a reasonable human being require a group of homeless paupers to stand in bitter cold for a half hour before the beginning of a meeting to be held for their benefit because it was not yet time for the meeting to begin though he had the key to the building in his pocket. There is a whole different way to live and humans can do it and have done it before. Before our eyes will we see what is actually here when no one even attempts to be authorized. Let’s find that out for a change. The answer, unknown, is blowing in the wind. Why are we so afraid of an unknown so loving and kind as that? That much cowardice has made certain one thing, that we are not about to learn anything new. Authority has always been a gross attempt mentally to escape our own glory. Glory! And I mean it! We have had it all along. Now is the time, loving one another, to make a glorious bowl of compassion soup. Let’s hope we get that job done. This young girl next to me has asked to sing a song for us. So, I say, yes, let’s go! Sing for us, Sweetheart. (she sings)


JESUS DIDN’T MIND


I am sure  Jesus was a stray dog. He had no place to rest.

Of those who listened at his sermons while He was still alive 

only three or four were moved to change for they were not that much impressed. 

Jesus didn’t mind. Knew what he was tellin’ was after all their own to find.

So, like I said,  Jesus didn’t mind.

He was hard at work with restoration of the truly blind.

Said “blessed are the meek”; love yer enemies; “ye are gods”; “so do not ask what  shall I eat” then lovingly resigned; 

knowin’ His fans and followers of so little faith would always prefer to lag behind 

grabbin’ a quick salvation sandwich off a silver platter only ritually blessed sacred by some priestly authority upon which is actually nothin’ more than ordinary bread and wine.

Jesus, having seen His work made into a circus for well-to-do clowns to play tricks in,

would probably have been moved to find himself a hole he could get sick in. 

I am sure Jesus was a stray dog. He had no place to rest.


Tuesday, July 25, 2023

 LIVING YOUR PASSION


Worry for those who never do what they really are passionate to do on the hope things will change down the road and then they will. They die without having lived. In a way for them life is death and death is life. Backward. Actually life and death are one. To live what is your passion you must die to all the rest. So constantly live and die. I know a fella who started out as an artist and became so caught up inside his desire to glorify his beastly self (and those invested in him) through his talent he forgot to die to what is not art and for that oversight was no longer an artist. True artists are in everlasting flux never crossing the same river twice. That takes great courage. 


Monday, July 24, 2023

 EXALTATION IS IDOLATRY


To be or not to be…exalted. What is it? This need to exalt someone or thing? Is it second best to being exalted? The decision, “if I can’t be great I will associate closely with some exalted being even if I have to exalt him or her or it to do it”.


If the society’s most prominent solution is to bury one’s past in a more or less comfortable neurosis short of dire madness why exalt? Is it like dessert? Most importantly, is there even a shred of evidence that any person is superior to any other? Even one other? Of course not. Such measurement is done by a process dreadfully limited- so much so that it cannot approach within light years of a conclusion of superiority when measuring one against even the weakest of all human beings. No one is weak and no one is strong. Nobody’s a success and nobody a failure. Measuring is wicked. It abuses, misuses, strings out or worse. So, can I live without it? 


So far, we all lead lives firmly grounded in a belief that it is undebatable that there are great people and mediocre people and losers. Period. We do not want to hear of it any other way. So, we never change. We just like the songs about change. It’s the comfortable neurosis I mentioned. Some day I will change.


If you worship not the image of God but the fact, what then? All one? The absence of division?