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!

Thursday, September 1, 2016

If a man be demented, does he know he is-

demented?


Keeping this truth in mind, let us consider ourselves
as we are now.

What if we are demented?
Those who are not will
appear to us to be crazy-
way off the norm-
as we perceive the norm (which is crazy)
No?

Time and time again we raise heroes up and
they fall down in a profound but ugly crash.
We say: what a pity he did not make it, but,
what if
we are crazy?

And, what if, for the sane man to survive among us
is to bear a burden of lonely isolation so great nobody has
yet to make it through, sanity intact.

So much anger arises in him with no friend -nobody gets me-nobody appreciates greatness-
nobody tries-everybody is sitting on their asses-that the sane man we admired
becomes a cruel and violent monster
striking hardest at those closest to him?

Dr. Jekyll met Mr. Hide, who said-

no friend cares what his friend says or does.
Only in that freedom greatness never dreamed,


hiding was!
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