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, February 27, 2017

If you have not read chapters 1, 2, and 3 scroll back and read those first please.

Apart, Chapter 4

To all the descendants of those who took the original exodus out from paradise let it be written:

Long, long ago, tired of living among the meek ones who did not care to be right,
our ancestors decided to pack a chest and to leave them;

we'd take along a god that belongs to us, the highest and the best,
who will stand along side of us in a well provisioned quest;
who will lead us to our country (and in our minds we draw a fence where no fence really is);
one that we only think our own shall separate us from the rest;
and declare we believe this fence drawn by the Hand of an Almighty God (although we know better)
who told one of us it's our duty to cause our destiny to manifest.

(shout) And, we want both!

Oh, we want a strong warrior god we can believe in and we demand all that that god can give!
We want a servile milk cow; a cow on which all who are like us can depend!
We want the milk always to be getting better and

What we believe we shall defend!

(aside) Nothing wrong with playing a game with an imaginary cow, right?

Answer: Everything is fine until you want to have real milk with your coffee.
Then it begins to get weird. The coffee is going to have to be imaginary coffee.
And, the breakfast you want with your imaginary coffee and imaginary milk? that is going to have to be imaginary as well…
and this is not going to end lest you give up the entire accursed game, leave the train bound for Hell.
Let's see...has it been 10,000 years? a thousand declared nations?
How many add-on theories have there been?
How many dead martyrs?
How many unknown innocents betrayed?
(shout!) Whole gen-er-a-tions!

It must come finally down to this: much blather and chatter about nothing at the highest possible cost until... all is lost.

Reality cannot be captured in the imaginary kingdoms of man. Peace that comes that way is going always to be imaginary peace. People assemble in a building where some wear robes and practice chanting about it and claim it is real for that reason. A child knows better! Are we not convinced of that by now? How long is it going to continue to be fake? All that has been laid before you here is equally applicable to both our gods...to religion and to science.

Laying aside all differences, with that which remains at hand proceed. It will be rebuilt by truth in joy as if by magic. That is so because we have the way safely tucked away inside us; we each hold a piece of an exact pattern of the best possible system for living together like it was diagrammed on our souls. The piece is known to each as a calling. Can you hear it?


One rule: Nobody has to join us and nobody can stand in our way.

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