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!

Saturday, February 27, 2016

WALT DISNEY'S MALEFICENT (The More True Story of Sleeping Beauty)


1. If one is going to make up a religion, the first task is to call True God the Devil. The people of one half the world were mean spirited bastards (human beings) with an arrogant, greedy King. The people of the neighboring realm were good hearted (magic flying fairies and the like) with no need for a king at all for they trusted each other. Maleficent, a young fairy, lived there. Her name means evil in the human realm.

2. One boy from the King's realm came to the realm of good hearted people to steal a jewel. He was discovered by Maleficent who took the jewel from him and put it back where he had found it. In her realm people leave Earth's bounty where it is found. She forgave him and later became his girl friend.

3. Maleficent grew into a mighty creature to become the protector of her realm and Stephan, the boy, had ambitions which drew him away from Maleficent. Maleficent's heart was broken. Stephan returned to her realm and lied to her telling her he still loved her then drugged her and cut off her wings to become King of the Human realm. Maleficent's heart broken again, she was pissed this time. When a child was born to the King she was not invited to the Christening and she came to deliver a curse that the child would prick her finger on the needle of a spinning wheel on her 16th birthday and fall into a sleep from which she can only be awakened by true love's kiss (which she believes does not exist having had her heart broken twice by the King.)


4. All this and more has happened already in your world as you understand it. You must kiss sleeping beauty.
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