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 13, 2021

 TRUST LIFE ITSELF


The Great Depression was before my time but my parents lived through it and were profoundly affected by it. About 130 years into a world created by man that promised freedom for all the bottom fell out. To this day, and the reason I bring up this event, is nobody knows what caused it. Those most closely aligned with the system of capitalism which was sold as the way of individual freedom (bankers, investors, CEO’s, professors) all clueless. Ultimately, it took a terrible world war to bring the system back up.


The freedom for all that a manmade system can bring about is limited indeed! It is characterized by the Lottery. It means, and means only, everybody has a tiny, minuscule chance to become rich and powerful enough to expect to be free. All the rest will struggle  for enough their whole lives. The rich ones will struggle for more, always for more. Who among them are free? Are birds ever free from the chains of the skyway? Me sees all man has accomplished so far amounts to swapping one set of chains for another. The modern concentration camp is a subdivision of half million dollar houses that all look the same. Driving by them frequently the great sadness is felt.


What if LIFE itself has within it all we need to be free? How would a clear thinking human being approach the magnificence of LIFE to find out? Am I asking where does the road to LIFE begin? You must have passed that way or you would not be. In what manner or posture will one approach such a road as the one which brought you to life? If anyone is foolish enough to tell you the name of a person who has the key will you follow? Or, do you know better? Do you know already a truth that transcends the line of nonsense you have been taught? Do you know that I know that you know the answer that resides in you and for you alone?



Sunday, April 11, 2021

 What We Ask For We Receive


But we are asking the wrong question for we ask our question prematurely. 


Question not: How Can I Make The World Better? This question is asked by someone who is shopping for a goal. Some certainty is desired but adding certainty to confusion means I am certainly confused, am I not?  A person who is confused knows not even what life is all about. If I do not know life I am not alive. I am dead.


First ask: Am I Alive In This One? In the world as it is. And I suggest a serious trial when you are ready.


Seek to know whether I am actually alive in this chaotic world I am in. Or, could it be I am merely a conditioned thought machine run wild spewing out thought after thought after thought ad infinitum? And, seriously, could my runaway thoughts be the source of the chaos I experience?  Can I cease my thinking? Even for a second? How about 1/2 of 1/2 of 1/2 of a second? Can confusion be ended? Where confusion ends clarity is. An empowered person, alone, is alive. If you think what was just written to be a selfish statement, notice that only a human who is clear standing alone a complete unknown can be of any real help to anyone else. Am I alive? Do I even want to be alive? Does the question am I alive frighten me? So, is it clear to me now I am somebody else’s thought machine too frightened to stop its motion or interfere with its chaos?


I am here. It is clear. I am not too frightened to risk some thought becoming reality in order to be alive. Everybody must get stoned.

Friday, April 9, 2021

Saturday, April 3, 2021

Thursday, April 1, 2021

 What Is Electricity?

Nobody knows what electricity is. Nikola Tesla 


Every human being is an engine geared to the wheel work of the Universe. Also Nikola Tesla


Tesla is responsible for alternating current development and transmission technology upon which all modern technology depends.


What is certain by now is that in exploiting the Universe's wheel work in ignorance of the consequences we have produced many gadgets to be sold for profit and to addict people to crave more and more and more of them regardless of and with no study of its cost to all humanity that may come with the loss of respect for the sacred.


What Is Sacred?


Nobody knows.  Every human being is an engine geared to the wheel work of the Universe. Religions once exercised authority concerning a question of what is sacred. They were gradually and uniformly absorbed into a worldwide team of crafty dudes with trickery enough to exploit the gullible and superstitious. None of them even remember anymore how the whole religious thing got started before there were electric light and power companies to save us.  By the later part of the 20th Century, there arose a popular product to feed the once religious gullible and superstitious who had become disillusioned with religion, a line of crap that amounts to “How to Be Rich and Successful Billionaires” or “How to Be a Winner in the Race to Exploit the Sacred”. 


Are we ready to begin a serious dialog along lines which transcend the gullible and superstitious?


Is life sacred? If so, how does one approach the sacred? 


Surely not with the words of man. One comes from another place entirely.


Friday, March 19, 2021

  A Most Important Question


Hello. I just made an important discovery I wish to share with you now. When I hit bottom in the early eighties I said to myself inwardly in silence “if you are there please help me.”


Just then, a man I had met 5 years earlier at a quit smoking seminar put on by the American Cancer Society rode up on a bicycle taking his daily exercise. (He told me later.) His name is Buddy Sims. Buddy listened to me ramble concerning my unhappy life and all I hated about being alive in a human body without enough true information to make a good experience for myself in spite of my best efforts to do so.  Buddy then invited me to a meeting and I accepted primarily out of hope he is the answer to my prayer of desperation. 


It turned out Buddy was an active member of Alcoholics Anonymous. The meeting he took me to was one made up of of those people who are so sick they cannot help themselves but need the help of  others to stop drinking.  When I realized where I was I wanted to escape immediately for I just knew I did not belong with such people. I wished them well but was not of their type I was sure. Boy, was I wrong!


I sat in my chair and listened long enough to their stories  to feel a part. The feeling I had was to me, “ I AM HOME AT LAST!” 


I will end my story of AA membership here for now because I want to tell you what I learned today that floored me. Later, I will be willing to talk and write at length on all that has been given me since late 1982 up to this moment for which I am unqualifiedly grateful.


Before that experience with my friend, Buddy, about two or three years, I was in a doctor’s office with a case of flu. I wanted to run in a 10K race in Austin to be held in few days so wanted a quick boost of energy to make me strong enough to finish my run.


The doctor prescribed some medicine and some advice and wished me good luck on a speedy recovery. I liked her manner so I asked her a question I had been carrying for many years with no answer. “Doctor Richardson, I asked, why do we age at all?”


She looked at me as if shocked at my speaking that question to anybody, as if everybody knows the answer. So, I added, “Look, it is obvious to me that we had the capability to grow from a tiny zygote in our mother’s womb into something as large as I am now so why would a being with that much ability not have the ability to reverse any aging effect at will? 

I mean those two operations, growing from conception to a grown man fully alert and functioning and the reversal of any effects of time on that same body seem to me to go hand in hand. Whatever can do one should be able to do the other.” 


My poor doctor was not feeling well herself by now. I had asked a question she was supposed to be trained to answer and she had no clue what to say so she spoke in an aggravated way, “Well, aging is a natural process and we all must go through it and grow old and die.” (without her speaking it, I heard “So shut the fuck up!”)


FastForward 40 years and I hear via the internet a medical research scientist from Harvard medical school tell an audience that aging is now being accepted as a medical condition and the ability to reverse aging is no longer a question of can we but when.


It is important to tell you now that between 1996 and 2021 I have been purposefully reversing the aging of my own body and living as I was told Merlyn did, backwards. You may think me crazy but I have been doing it scientifically through a meditation technique and with results! But this writing really is not to convince any reader to follow a program I might recommend but is only to touch hearts with the clear message that the Great Force that is behind the world we observe did something amazing and people have taught it was done at the beginning for thousands or perhaps millions of years. That One put itself inside the human being. That One put the infinite inside the finite. It has been called a soul and a heart and the seat of consciousness and many other names but the important thing is to find out for yourself it is true and that it is there to work for you in all that you want to do. 


The scientists are making the discovery slowly by experimenting with mice and developing drugs and treatment procedures.  I tell you simply that my friend Buddy was making faster and more reliable strides in reversing aging by riding his bicycle regularly. Another great scientist said, “Bottomless wonders spring from simple rules repeated without end.” Benoit Mandelbrot Something inside Buddy had given him the the knowledge to exercise regularly and the strength to perform the work. That Something is in you. We can find out the whole truth of it and experience it for ourselves for free in no time. Paying attention to what lies within you at the core is so rich an experience it is called the world of bottomless wonders. Or, the Kingdom of God. It is like a spring bubbling up from the earth . An artesian well of unbelievable scope!  Explore!


I am excited to challenge all readers from this moment forward to discover you are able to do the work not to “make a living” but work that answers the big questions of your hearts: ”what can be done?” and  “How can I help?” This prayer will bring forth the world we all dream of but that has never been. Of all things the bottomless wonders allow us to know what to do when something we don't know about suddenly appears. A new world. Are we ready?


Thursday, March 18, 2021

 My Best Friend


Oral Historian:  I did some research on young Billy the Kid before the show and have to ask this question of you. The character named Alias pops up several times in historical writings without explanation except Alias was the name of your best friend. What can you tell our audience about Alias if you will? 

Youth: My friend. 

Oral Historian: Is there no more you can reveal about this anonymous friend with the curious name of Alias?

Youth: What can anyone tell concerning the truest of friends?  Loved Alias more for what she wasn’t than for what she was. I wanted Alias to stay for no reason so when she had to leave I did not miss her.