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!

Monday, October 17, 2016

Very Short Story of Love

Once a girl lived in the land of Somewhere.

She did not find her prince though she searched for him. She did find a prince uncharming though. So uncharming was he that she gave none of herself away to him but kept herself for herself wholly and lived happily for the rest of her days. They each got laid by the other from time to time and it always was nice for them and between them. And it really did not matter. What did matter however is that she was a whole person. As one, she was in a position to give an immense unsuspected treasure of her heart away to many others though not very much to that uncharming prince who was too uptight to relax and enjoy a gift. She did have children who were loved and knew it. Nobody asked anybody who was going to support those kids what with all that love there was indeed much to spare and then give away freely. The girl learned as she became a woman that it is love and only love that supports everybody who ever is born. Any other possibility is absurd, she thought. She had seen that people who do not know how to love (and there are so many) starve children in one way or another way.

The children she bore grew up to be whole people as well. Seems that girl broke a chain that had led a long line of human beings going back thousands of years to live a hard life toiling to earn a living by the sweat of their brow doing work they disliked and knew in their hearts to be unholy while failing to do the work they were designed for by perfection itself...miraculous works of unconditional love. What a girl!

The girl remains and will so forever, anonymous, for a very good reason. The game of fame is not for her a way to a life fulfilling.


THE END
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