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!

Friday, April 29, 2016

Super Power
Trapped inside walls I've walked this world alone so many years so many tears so many fears I fell on down went underground looked all around and frowned They say they'll dig a hole in solid ground 'n bury me so I'll fly free and never know life's mystery
That's all over now somehow I don't see how a bird flew by 'n caught m' eye that little bird said not a word just dropped on my head a black and silver turd that dripped on down and met m' frown and introduced me all around
Welcomed home I stood back up and walked the road no pick up truck followed by a lonesome hound I called him Buck he's a-teachin' me how to wag a tail just enough to bring good luck an' hold onto a bone or two an' before long we had us a family an' rode in a rebuilt camper truck Tha's all I know so don't ask me what's in the Wheaties what's on tv an' another thing the very best thing Buck's taught me I'll love you back ev'n 'fore you begin to love me
Tha's m' Super Power
I see through walls without naming what I see an' it turns out the mystery's how happy lurks in the shadow of every misery an' since the reverse can't be said for misery, well, you're all free!
an' you can tell the Warden I said that





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