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!

Saturday, March 25, 2017

Who Thinks At Your Church?




Whether you believe it or not, what the books and magazines and now the internet is telling you if you read it is this-

let us think for you.

And, even if you think you go to a movie or a show for entertainment only, still, the message is

let us think for you.

People in the modern era (which will be ancient times before too long) worship books and art because it is where they received their thinking (if but second hand for most of us). People who study art write up what they think about it for readers, to swallow. Or, talkers, who study some art or another tell what it should mean to an audience of listeners.

Look for this one. If I tell you what I think and you react by strong disagreement I am controlling what you think as surely as the one who agrees with you.


Who among us refuses to tell us what to think? Who leaves a gap in every tale out of respect to allow the receiver to fill in the truth for himself? Who in other words, offers no solution? Who says every time, “You Know.” (A good comedian?) (Not if you only think it is funny.) (A good one also makes you cry.)

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