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, October 7, 2016




In the beginning, God was Mean and Hateful. And Mean and Hateful was Its Name. M&H decided to make Earth (with light) (which is neither form nor is it void) and put life on it. It was not easy to make a Universe from Nothing. It needed to be done exactly right. But, M&H wanted so badly to make this New World to watch all the plants and animals kill and eat one another forever to feel better about Itself. So, It did.

However, His Plan went awry and it was so because He had used Light to make the New World. And M&H was disappointed for soon the animals and plants who ate each other began to feel, to their own surprise, actual admiration, then love for one another and some of them felt their mutual dependence here bonded them in a unique way just as strongly as peace and tranquility might have done. “We are all in the same boat”, they thought. It was also seen by a few that, for example, baby zebras became mighty lions and a stalk of celery had become a young baby boy or girl in the eating way of this new world, and so they even began to admire, then love, their Creator, although they knew not who that was. They called It Good. And So IT IS Forever!

And, so, It turned out that, when M&H was called Good, it saw beauty in its world and wanted to help.

Right away, M&H began to wish It had not made humans in Its image because those guys were a real problem to the rest of Earth. Then, It remembered that by doing a shitty thing Itself, It had become Good and had found a heart made of love inside Its own breast that made it want to help. That same grace must surely bring all the humans into alignment with M&H's new spirit. M&H had, in fact, done a good thing from the beginning. So let us have faith in M&H and thus faith in ourselves; and let us call M&H by a new name, Nice and Helpful.

N&H had originally believed with all his being that what he had created when he made us was something rather impure and predictably erring. Imagine, if you can, the utter chagrin that must have been Its when the nasty little bastards changed M&H into N&H. The tables were turned! Having saved our God, we found the way to save ourselves in the process. This brings us right up to date on matters. Keep trudging.






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