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, July 17, 2016

CONSIDER THE COMICAL




Consider the long series of funny mistakes of a lifetime. Many are sad many are happy. Some cause pain. Others save someone from pain. Why do we take measurements? Are most of us trying to improve? What is it we hope to make better? Is it wise to try to change a human being? Who carries the gauge? Who is the standard? If I tamper with any of my traits what else do I fuck up?

Somebody wise suggested long ago the human be taken to its maker if someone wants it to be fixed. That alone can judge its situation. What if anyone who adopts this stance is never going to find it appropriate to change anybody else or themselves? (God being God, that is.) If you're looking for a saint, just pick one, anyone will do. Let the Eye be the judge.


It is easy, almost automatic, to point the finger, three point back to you. It's so whether you are searching for good or bad. Saints and sinners are the same people. It is about time to make the leap to realize finally that we are one. Only from that place will we know peace and harmony. Something like a melting takes place inside. What was frozen is made soft, pliable, yielding, and universally undeniable.
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