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, January 6, 2016

U'd Think Me Crazy


Life's most respected individuals are instruments of evil for the simple reason that life, as we define it, is evil. The Druids of ancient times coined the word e-v-i-l and deliberately made it to be l-i-v-e spelled backward. They saw that life, as we know it, is backward from its true nature, which is…
good, of course.

Characters who act natural are good. And, as such, are a problem for the respected leaders at all levels of organized society. You know this and yet do nothing to change it, not even for yourselves. That is so because you know only the one life taught you by the instruments of evil. You have become an instrument yourself. Only a pawn in a game are you. Even those thought to be the most powerful of men and women are mere pawns.

In the game everybody wants money, a job, and a mortgaged home, as a minimum. From there it gets into more and more absurd layers of never ending desires. Druids lived in trees and worked magic. That is real life. You think me crazy? I thought so. I am crazy like a fox. Have you considered seriously the question of whether you, as great as you believe yourself to be, might really be an institutionalized human being and, as such, have lost your humanity? Have you examined the life you live carefully? The suggestion here made is that each one ask: can I live the way I live and preserve my soul? What have I gained if I lose that? Another way to ask is: do I imagine that my soul is going to settle for part of me? Has it left already?

I was once called telephonically by a monk who asked me whether he should abandon his post in his Church to go back home to protect his inheritance from a father who was squandering it. I am no clergyman but even I knew the answer to that one.




Answer: abandon both the post in a church that means so little to him as to consider abandoning it for money and abandon his inheritance to sail on bravely to be his own person. In other words, cease living as the institutionalized patient of an evil mental ward. Live!