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, December 20, 2016

Let someone take from you whatever you hold onto so you may be

without and penniless that you may thirst and hunger and so be

available to receive your treasure from within.


Is it not so that the meaning of the term Blue Moon is the revelation that our calendar is a false one …and that which we call moon knows it? So, if the calendar we order ourselves by is fake, what else is unreliable as well? Let it all- one by one- be taken in order that I may know the truth. Call me Ishmael. Beloved outcast. If you say it, it will be so.

Let someone take from you whatever you hold onto so you may be

without and penniless that you may thirst and hunger and so be

available to receive your treasure from within.


What were you born to hold? Do you know? Every relationship you have named and hold onto is false. Every role you play is false. Behold the stage! All the other players. My friends. My fellows. My comrades. My wife. My husband. My children. My cousin. My boss. My employee. My mother. My father. My God. My countryman. My associate. My brother. My enemy. My teacher. My student. My lover. My beloved.

Let someone take from you whatever you hold onto so you may be

without and penniless that you may thirst and hunger and so be

available to receive your treasure from within.


Do you even know how to be real for a second? A fraction of a second? Actor, do you remember being offstage? What were you carrying with you when you came to the first audition? Do you know the actor, as an actor? Who is it then who knows the actor? Who is that one? Let me introduce you. Actor, meet your true self. True self, meet the actor.

So, hand over all your precious holdings, the roles, and all the props. And walk away. Empty now. Leave the stage. Remove your mask. Leave the theatre. Go home. They are turning out the lights now. Go home, Actor. Actor, go home!


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