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 29, 2016

At the pinnacle of a fulfilled life is not the time to consider dying.


No, it is a time to begin living, really, for the first time. Most have the way backward. They are living first in hope of becoming fulfilled. Until you are fulfilled you cannot live a balanced life. First balance then live. Do not even consider how to live first. Balance first. If not, you will become more and more unbalanced until you finally die.



Two had drinking problems. One quit and never drank again. The lucky one? No. Not at all. The one who quit lived in an unbalanced state, in the dark, for the remainder of life because he could; but he did not drink. He lived in fear and also died in fear. The other one who did not quit is the lucky one. That one realized that for him life as he experienced it was not worth living and so he chose to drink on. He could not quit and bear to live stumbling around in darkness for the rest of his life. But he landed face down and was carried to AA. There he met people who knew better than to tell him to quit drinking because they saw themselves standing in his shoes. Instead, they advised him to try and get balanced first. AA, you see, is for people who cannot stop drinking. The second man did seek to be balanced first. It worked. He never drank again; and, living in the light he had not known, was glad about it.  

Nobody can sell you a balanced life though many offer to do so.  Since a balanced life is a discovery of what you have, how can anyone sell it to you?  You can bet that anyone offering to sell it to you on Visa or Master card or for cash has it not themselves and is trying to pull the wool over you. No book has it.  No song will give it to you. No program no mantra no chants or prayers.  No wardrobe nor membership credentials. This blog has not got your balanced life either. 

Once a man said of a teacher who gives his work for free that what works for my teacher does not work for me and he left his teacher and all the while his teacher had been saying to him, be who you are, you have it already in you. And the man heard, be like me. Imitate me. Sad, really.


Only you have it. Listen.  Something inside calls for you to step up and receive it as your very own. Now.