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, January 9, 2017

A Simple Peek Into the Soul of What You Know To Be So


A stranger has been invited into the house. The doctor asks the lady of the house, “What are you going to do with him?”

Lady: Do with him? You don't do something with someone. My God, he's just like you. Mostly he's water. You're mostly water. Eighty percent water. Both of you. You know how to treat someone who's that much like you, surely.

Doctor: It's the other twenty percent I'm concerned about. He's not me all together. He's different.

Lady: Different? Well, that other twenty percent is practically all empty space. Check your science before you speak with such certainty. His nothing is not different from yours is about all there is to it. Relax.

Doctor: That's not what I mean and you know it. He is from someplace else and speaks a different language and has a different upbringing and has a strange religion and…

Lady: Is that all? Poppycock! That you refer to has all been taught to him. It's not real. It's poppycock! Inside he'e just like you.

Doctor: But outside he's not!

Lady: Okay. We can deal with that quickly enough. Take off your clothes. I'll undress the stranger. You'll see for yourself he is much like you on the outside as well. I bet he's not got anything you've not seen already.

Doctor: I have business elsewhere. I'll show myself out. Good day, Madame.




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