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, December 30, 2015






After watching Bob Dylan in concert in the 60's a professional 

musician said, He articulated what the rest of us wanted to say, but 

couldn't say. It was not necessary for him to be a definitive person, 

he was possessed. What does it mean to be possessed? Is it to be 

possessed by pure reality itself and thereby to be free of all 

definitions? I say it is.


Is it necessary for you or me to be definitive? Definitions are like 

clothing for the mind. Underneath, naked, are we possessed by 

reality, like Bob? I say we are. How many are left undefined? These 

are the real human beings, the undefined ones among us. Only they 

have anything real to say and if they speak it is our duty to listen to 

them.


I say that the chief characteristic of a very young person that 

separates the youth from adults is the absence of definitions in the 

child. Honesty. Integrity. Nobility. Humility. All of this is undefined 

original stuff. It is the stuff of a naked mind. None of it can be 

taught.  It is definitions that are taught and they are false. For what 

is a definition but a lie? To even think of yourself as an adult is to 

lie. 


To even think of yourself as a parent is a lie. To even think of 

yourself as carrying a career tag is a lie. To even think of yourself 

as American or British or Russian or Japanese is a lie. To even 

think of yourself as Buddhist or Hindu or Christian or Muslim or 

Jewish is a lie.