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, August 29, 2016

To Govern A Miracle Is To Kill 

A Mockingbird


The Attorney General of Texas was recently 

quoted as saying, Texas marriage laws are 

rooted in a basic reality of human life: 

procreation requires a male and a female. 

What he did not admit is the obvious truth 

that procreation is lawless behavior. 



That's right! No legislative action is 

required to make a baby nor can it be of 

interest to the child who happens then swims 

for its life, urged from within; and no make-

believe, falsely legitimized marriage ever 

will put handles upon a miracle and turn it 

into a vehicle to be driven.


Watching two cardinals prepare a nest at my 

door where she will carefully lay her eggs to 

be watched over until the miracle is 

fulfilled, it was indeed understood that 

legislation in such an arena is profane. Love 

only can nurture a family. What love arises 

from fountain pens? What justice? What, 

indeed, righteous? Honorable? Decent? 

Dignified? Or, for that matter, even relevant 

to living human beings? Ask yourself, Can I 

be reduced to writing?