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!

Tuesday, October 11, 2016


THE BOOK
THAT IS SHORT ENOUGH

FOR EVERYBODY TO READ
And To Laugh Out Loud
By Johnny Smith




A small honey bee, when it senses smoke, flies immediately to the comb and begins to feed ravenously to prepare for the impending wildfire and the necessity to move the entire colony of 70,000 to a new home, a tremendous task.

Made in that same loving way, man invented languages and with it invented Man Itself and became so impressed with their abilities they were no longer willing that their language serve God’s pure and simple way, but insisted on taking a way of their own...And it began with a fence. And they said it is good. And the road taken has led us to suffering and self-destruction. And so,
Man named the one to whom they gave all the credit for their language... Mind. And, each man became their own mind. And Man called it The Mind of Man. And said, It is good. Mind created a god of their own understanding in their own image to serve them. And they said it is good. Mind writes books now and fills libraries as proof the Mind Of Man exists even though the evidence impresses nothing except the Mind of Man. This nonsense is Man’s way of claiming immortality. It is but a futile, ignorant effort doomed to failure. All the libraries of man do not compare to a single moment of the reality of life.

Likewise, all the skyscrapers, all the bombs, all the technologies are but nothing.
Man denies that which has been known by them for thousands of years, at least, that one day even mighty Sun will go out. Poof! They do not know what to do with that fact so as they do with all else that baffles them, they ignore it.

In this brief volume the term Man is a plural noun. 

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