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!

Sunday, February 5, 2017

I wish to communicate about a certain type of exploration. A person who explores without moving to another place from the place where he is when he decides to explore. The art of exploration of where I am is a real one. The keenest one. The one that is most efficient of all arts. To many people it will seem a complete waste of time or as an act of vagrancy, a crime. For someone like me to decide, all of a sudden, I am just going to make an in-depth study of exactly where I am as a worthy activity more so than the pursuit of a degree at a place like Harvard is astounding!
You might be asked a standard question upon meeting a stranger at a party, “Well, So-and-So, what is it you do?” You may pause, seem to reflect inwardly, and then answer, “I study the moment. In that way, I am at work right now.”
“For whom do you work?”
“For myself.”
“Are you paid for it?”
“Not by anyone you can name, but, yes, I am paid mightily.” 

“In money? How much is your income?”
“That is a very personal matter. None of your business.”
“Yes. I am sorry. I meant I am really curious to know how this works.”
“I make no agreement with anyone to pay me an amount of money in the way you are accustomed to think of the means of a livelihood in a system manmade. I have nothing to sell. Can you grasp that?”
“Not really. How do you pay your bills?”
“Hmmm.”
“No, please, you do have bills to pay do you not?”

“Yes. And no. I have made agreements with some others to pay money to them in accord with a schedule they insist upon, like rent and utilities. But you asked me how I pay such bills and I am trying to help you understand.”
“Thank you, please continue if you don't mind.”
“Simply, I depend upon a power which communicates to me intuitively since birth, and before it, to provide me with whatever is needed for fulfilling my purpose on Earth, including money. But it provides me so much more, so much.”
“What do you mean?”
“People have been living this way far, far longer than the way you now want to believe is the best way. 
You see, it is a lost art, but not really. The very best aspect of what I am telling you of is the fact that it depends upon cooperation with others in truly intimate ways that fulfill the yearning of a human heart for companionship and love and shared triumph. I could talk on, but will not, for now, this is all I wish to say.”


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