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!

Wednesday, November 30, 2016

No Foolin'

It is so obvious we overlook it and fall for the same cockeyed shit every morning of our lives. Dumber are we than every squirrel we named. We named. The real question we should ask ourselves is how did we get to be so dumb as to be talking puppets with memorized slogans, flags, decals, cell phones, and I D badges? We pretend we have to listen to a set of media voices each day just to be reminded who we are and how we think. Jesus. All I am working to do is show one of you that.

Anyone who sees is glad that he knows what he is not. And that means he knows who he is. And there is absolutely no use naming him since he is beyond being named. It is like he is someone who changes instantly the moment you describe him. Or, someone who is always going to expand too much to fit a defined personality even for a joke. Or, someone who slips free of every attempt to bind him and breaks out of every jail faster than you can say, “What we have here...

I heard a man ask, Who in the world am I? And it struck me to reply, Nobody, Fool!

There is one thing we all can admit we know for certain and it is that nobody is any part of a world. I do not know what you think of what I just told you. So, you tell me how anyone could be a member of any organization except the one every baby has been born into like clockwork since the beginning. The obvious one. Duh?

I tell you that it is impossible to put me into a world you invent. For instance, squirrels eat seeds I place in a feeder for birds like they are entitled to eat when hungry. Don't they know? What? That they are not birds?


You don't.


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