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, June 12, 2022

 WHY  DO CANNONBALLS FLY?


Why do cannonballs fly?

That children may symbolically die?

Can they ever be banned, my Friend?

Is it a possibility that war might end? 

never again to begin?

I’d have to say not- unless the will to live symbolically be first forsaken. That is saying a lot.

That a chance beyond words be taken.


A search will reveal a symbolic life is chosen by those who are fearful and a further look will clearly show that never has there been nor will there ever be a drop of security inside a symbol. All of them are fake. Flags wave by the strength of the wind and the answer in the wind is where wisdom begins. All who choose a pretend life, symbolically, must die the same symbolic way. War with its terror not Heaven is the ultimate destination of a symbolic life. Do you not see it has to be that way?


Can a man even recognize a symbolic act anymore when he sees one? Look, if humans needed a symbolic leader, recognized by a select group, life would be pointless. It would mean in order to escape a horrible, inevitable consequence every human born will have to give up on having a life of their own and follow a prescribed life of symbolic order described by rituals and symbols handed out by human voices who have always an undisclosed motive to control you.* Their true face is well hidden. Meaning you have no life at all. So, no life at all had already accomplished all a symbol is worth before you came to be. Such a life loses vitality and withers. God is bored to tears. 


Now, for a wonderful discovery.  Words are symbols. Each individual life, naked of words, has its meaning. Each has as much meaning as the meaning of any other that cannot be erased by the use of words. Or, correspondingly, every child born is a sacred world unto itself. I know that because my own life showed me that for me nothing symbolic will do. It has to be real for me. Actually lived, life is vital. It fulfills. Totally.


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  • Do you not see that organized causes and all their minions are but packs of tricksters and thieves offering to take from you everything they can steal? Learn for yourself to trace these things back to their source and to expose the flimflam for yourself. It is your life after all is said and done.

Saturday, June 11, 2022

A NEW HUMAN


If time were not all over my ass I’d be okay.  I’d be free. Lonesome would mean nothing. So, is there a way for me to be free of time? That is a good question. 


Time is thought. Thought takes memory and experiences and cooks up time. Time exists in the outer world all right but no time is there inward except by thinking it up. This means to me we can let the weather come and go and the water flow to the sea knowing we are inside a cave of innocence nothing to control. In that little insight are miracles. More energy than can be imagined is there. A clear mind is there. Such a person is unstoppable. 

Friday, June 10, 2022

 HOW HUMANITY CHANGES


If it’s humans that make up humanity how can humanity change until the humans do? My job is to change this one human I am. Not anybody’s job to change the world. No one who has tried has made a difference.  It gets worse. Because it’s humans that make up humanity. A surprising thing is that when I change myself the world changes for me. One way I see it is that when I let the world be in the sense I am in it but not of it, it returns the favor, not by choice. I have lived a creative existence for over thirty years. What I mean by that is some power beyond description takes an interest in what I am doing as I keep my mind open controlling nothing. It is not easy to control nothing. It requires a great and serious concentration to see the confused mind we all share for what it is and what it is not. Seeing that, one will fall in love with a new way of life. In this world I am of there is a beauty that has no opposite so control is obsolete. If I control nothing I have nothing to lose. Having nothing to lose I have no secrets to conceal. Being so vulnerable I overcome all that is resistant. Being soft I conquer all the is hard. 

Thursday, June 9, 2022

 LITTLE DO I KNOW


So, as I see it, most people live everyday rating a false symbol above the truth. From that approach what can we expect to be life’s response? People complain about the weather…with each other. Who do we think we are talking to? Can it be hot as Hell weather has its own secret, or obvious, purpose? Is the answer in the question itself then? Look in there with me. I came to teach you what to pray for. That is what I hear the weather say. What did you hear? Love sent me? I’ll be damned!


I’ll tell one. I fell in love recently with a woman cashiering in a shop. Our eyes met. In a timeless moment there was the unusual. That is what I call it to fall in love. Not lust. Love. Here is the most important part I have to tell. What I fear is she did not fall as I did. She saw nothing unusual and had no timeless moment she shared with me and knew it. Get it? So strong is that fear it makes me fear the truth so much I grab a symbol, no, many symbols to chase after. I actually think they are more reliable than the moment as it happened to me. I crush that moment like crushing a bug under my foot each time I do. If I were that moment I’d give up on me. It has not yet. Yet. 


I mess around with escapes from the moment rather than give my whole being to the moment. If I were that moment I’d give up on me. She’s just a cashier. She’s much younger than me. She wants someone who holds out promises for a happy future. We all know those images. In a second the true moment is cast aside and replaced by a preferred future goal and not a now that just happened. The moment was so pure it held no opposite so from where do the opposites come? My conditioned mind? I’ll be damned!


Now, the real loss. Symbolically, I jumped to “I need to marry this woman”, or, in some other way, attach to her. That will give security. How crazy is that? I know already that marriage, an image, holds no security at all. Been there. Done that. Here I am back again…here I go down that wrong road…again. I realize I do this with jobs, business, children, friends, enemies, and all the rest of the symbols given to me for a solid, secure  life. 


That moment I shared with a woman at her job held out no promise whatsoever. It was complete and it grabbed me. What for? Is the answer in the question again? Look there with me. For all I know she could be someone who knows somebody who knows somebody else who knows another who has a cure for toe fungus. Little do I know. Important words to live by. It is true. Her eyes spoke to my eyes and told me “I know you as you are and have known you always”.  When I am still I am aware that there is no bottom to that pure message. It goes nowhere. Had no beginning and has no end. I will call it sacred. Trust I will in it in place of all the world’s images for the remainder of my days. That moment happened like anything happens. I await more. In the truth of who I am now, ignoring a need to become something, I totally end symbolic living.

Wednesday, June 8, 2022

 LIVING SYMBOLICALLY


My generation has been named and it means who I am. I will conform to it and our leader shall be named. I do not even blink or hiccup at that. I believe we got our own set o’ problems. We are gonna solve ‘em this time unlike the previous generation that fell down a well. It’s a great challenge to solve problems and we are well-equipped and aware but nobody has a clue the source of the problems, who they came from, or where. A poet said they came from solving previous problems, we laugh, agree and go on from there solving away. Mostly its about tightening your belt and directing your spending we are convinced. Cash. The banks can print more. We are going to have to buy clean water and air. Price is steep. 


My family has been named and it means who I am. I will conform to it and our leader shall be named. I do not even blink or hiccup at that. I believe! We got our own set o’ problems. We are gonna solve ‘em this time unlike the neighbors that fell down a well. It’s a great challenge to solve problems and we are well-equipped and aware but nobody has a clue the source of the  problems who they came from or where. An uncle said they came from solving previous problems, we laugh, agree or disagree, and go on from there solving away. Mostly its about tightening your belt and directing your spending. Cash. The government  can print more. We are going to have to buy clean water and air. Price is steep.


My job has a name and it means who I am. I will conform to it and obey our leader whose name will change. I do not even blink or hiccup at that . I believe! We got our own set o’ problems. We are gonna solve ‘em this time unlike the competitors that fell down a well. It’s a great challenge to solve problems and we are well-equipped and aware but nobody has a clue the source of the  problems who they came from or where. A comedian said they came from solving previous problems, we laugh, agree or disagree, and go on from there solving away. Mostly it’s about tightening your belt and directing your spending. Cash. We can print more. We are going to have to buy clean water and air. Price is steep. This is literally getting monotonous. I quit!

 

Tuesday, June 7, 2022

 


 BEAUTY WITH NO OPPOSITE


Here is my favorite song this morning-All Along the Watchtower by Dylan.


It is a short one that says volumes. Also, the beginning is placed at the end. A trick with power to sneak by the conditioned mind and the way words become our rulers before we notice. In fact, I'd say this morning all of formal education takes place in a jail built with words which form systems that are nonexistent in reality so that in Not Dark Yet the singer says he just sees no reason to go on since every beauty he has known has had an evil side. The question of the day is: 


is it possible to live a human life in a world, a parallel universe, in which beauty has no opposite? Not Two Riders but One. Neither the Joker nor the Thief. One Rider. 


I say there is. It remains a mystery why most who find that out only play with its amazing grace more or less in secret and stay stuck in the same ol' universe of duality where everybody suffers, suffers, suffers. Buy the record. Listen to the song. Feel its truth. Rejoin misery. It seems we want false security, in symbols, that much! How weird it is to want false security more than the real.


I watched some football. The slogan of all coaches in competitive sports is “Winning is all that matters”. What if there is a world here and now where winning has no opposite?  In his song “It’s All Over Now, Baby Blue” the singer says there’s no success like failure and failure is no success at all. It makes me feel, not think, there truly is no opposite for success. Secretly, every coach, when vulnerable, tells his players “if you do your best today you will be a success in my book regardless of what the score board says”.  What book is the coach aware of that his players also grasp immediately? 


In a Universe without an opposite for love when two lovers meet the whole thing is wrapped in “I love you”. Not in words. The fact! The fact is not followed by “or, I do not”. And the word is always followed by “or I do not”. Thesis-antithesis. All that follows ”I love you” in the suffering universe-that is, a ring, a promise, a license, a wedding then counting the days…that is entirely absent in the universe of love with no opposite. Does it exist? Do you know? This writer says it does.


Have one completely wholesome day. Hey, even an hour would amaze. Warning: people who analyze songs are bound to fall back into pairs of opposites when analyzing a poet’s effort at something new. There are poets and those who name them so who praise and analyze their work. They are coming from two separate worlds. A wild cat knows. The wind has the answer. They are the growl and howl of the poets.


Monday, June 6, 2022

 A Memory, Or

Once I was chasing a tiger in the forest 



When I was a Kid riding with pals in a Chevrolet convertible on the Drag seated on the back of the back seat my ass out on the trunk with my feet inside the car and a beer in my hand on a beautiful Spring day in Austin came on the radio blasting fully “Like A Rolling Stone" by Bob Dylan and what I remember most of it was the line "You got nothing to conceal”. It followed the chorus line "How does it feel” and by then I was ready to allow the line to reach my deepest heart to show me for a moment there the feeling of being without a thing to hide from anyone…not even God Almighty. Like everybody who has heard it for the first time my response was “I never heard a song like that on the radio” and “they don’t play music like that from a commercial radio station” and what I really meant was “I never been affected thataway by a song before”. Thataway is when a song is so personal it is your song singing itself to free you up from an inescapable prison of bad ideas. When that happens one knows by actual experience, if only for a brief moment, what is meant by the term “paradise” and all its synonyms. And one will never be the same after that. And that is so even if it will take around two more decades for you to be ready to go for the feeling and find out for yourself whether it is real.