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, April 10, 2016

What does anyone know of what is lost by the reckless way we drive people into careers based upon money earnings and rapid advancement under a bombardment of competitive sniping? And what does it cost us really in lost talent and potential greatness to inflict heavy doses of failure onto the minds and hearts of young boys and girls who try and for whatever reason do not make the cut? How does it feel to suffer the loss of a passion as yet unborn? What becomes of those children who fear the voices of condemnation and rage coming at them from several directions at once? Does anybody even care?

And what is the reward to those who 'make it"? How does it feel? To reach the top and find the bottom?


What if we encouraged everyone, everyone, to merely row their own boat down the stream, gently? What then might we experience as a people at large? No games inside of boundaries, merely horseplay. What fool suggested we excel one over the other? Why not accept each other withholding judgment? And learn what each has to show us. What if kindness replaces hardness? The Grand canyon was carved by water on its way home to the sea. It is certain we are missing a great deal without a clue of its passage.
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Unknown said...

I care, Billy

4/11/16, 6:16 AM

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