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!

Thursday, September 15, 2016


WISHES
You are going to feel foolish one day to arrive at the end of life with your bucket lists of wishes and your complaints only to discover what your inheritance had been that lay unopened or tossed in a bin.

Cynosure, a brilliant light of attraction has been yours. Cynosure, everybody wants one. Everybody needs one. Let anonymity be your cynosure and you cannot be stopped!


Your sinecure for life assured, a status requiring no effort or toil but providing adequate support for a lifetime lies in a safe no bank can rival. Christ told of it on the Mount. Consider the lilies. They toil not; neither do the spin and yet Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed as one of these. Does your Benefactor love you not? You want to win a lottery? You won the day of your birth!

You are going to feel foolish one day to arrive at the end with your bucket lists of wishes and complaints only to discover what your inheritance had been that lay unopened or tossed in a bin as useless to you.


A candle unlit.
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