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 4, 2017


From the outset, was it ever going to work?

I was told some kings sat on thrones in Europe in 1492 where kings and queens had ruled for a very long time under a false claim of divine right claiming that God Almighty had given them power over others not to be questioned on penalty of death. There the whole property thing had begun upon a proclamation the land all belonged to the sovereign and he or she parceled it out to select favorites on a promise they would use it to amass a lot of wealth and pay taxes to the sovereign. These land owners were then falsely made by the sovereign to be royalty also ruling in specified locations under the king or queen's authority with titles to be passed on to their heirs. Or, something like that. Whatever exactly happened it was pure bullshit and everybody with a human brain knew that.

Europe became Hell for millions of its citizens who wanted out to make a new start. You know living as a serf to a bunch of megalomaniacs is no fun. It is madness. So, someone had the idea first to send these undesirables on boats across the sea if a boat could float far enough to find land and work it.
Then some of the royal gentry realized an opportunity presented itself for them to go along in first class accommodations as bosses to actually own the land that was to be found in the name of the sovereign and keep the same basic system going in the New World, which they called it. Actually, there was nothing New about it. At the beginning the white skinned Europeans thought they had found India and so called the natives of the land they came upon to be Indians. Whatever they called the people of the New World they treated them poorly indeed. Torture, murder, and rape were common. Gold was what they hoped to find first and take as their own. Much blood was spilled. It was evil.

What is hard to explain is how somebody thought to be in charge told the other Europeans that they (the bosses) had the authority to parcel out land in this so-called New World to them that would be rightfully theirs to hold for a lifetime and pass on to heirs after death. There was probably some mumbo-jumbo to the effect God wants it to be so. It involved murder to bring it about. Knowing just this much is it not easy to understand all the wars these Europeans have engaged in throughout the centuries and all the misery they have suffered? And how the squabbles are never ending? And how they threaten now to terminate the human race?

From the outset, was it ever going to work? Being convinced, are you ready to do your small part to restore sanity to the scene? I cannot think for you. You are going to have to decide, in light of what has gone before, what is required of me to accomplish that. This is no place for excuses nor for imitation of others. Something real.





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