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, March 27, 2017

Have you ever paused to consider seriously anything at all?

Have you ever paused to consider seriously what is the source of all the laws I subject myself to, which I commit the lives of my children to, and under which I serve in my work on earth? How are they made, for instance, and by whom made? Have they changed recently? Often do they change? Are there any laws which have stood the test of time? Are there still laws that have been around unaltered for over 50,000 years? Is a law true if it changes with time and circumstances? Or, is it a reflection and its source change itself? Is that reliable in your estimation? Who are you?

Are the laws that do not change an expression of unalterable truth? The law of water, maybe? Air? And dirt? Fire? The type of anarchy required to serve unaltered law is nonviolent. It is by no means political, nor philosophical. Opposing no one, simply bow before that which never changes. Then, for your self, decide, decide because you understand at last. Such a teaching is timeless, and it is so simple a child does it by its nature. And, marvelously, it cannot be interfered with by any power in the world, is untraceable. Can you sense an is without requiring a source for it?

Have you learned about a paradox that stops man from accepting completely any ultimate truths? It goes: if God is unstoppable and all powerful can God make a force that God cannot stop? Either way, God is shown to be not all powerful it is thought. So, again, can you accept a what that is neither existent nor is it non-existent?


Merely drop your bucket of learned words. Notice how nobody else will ever know you did that? Man finds a tool and it drives him crazy. Crazy people some of the time recover and are not the same people they were before they went crazy. They do not recover so much as they come home.

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