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, April 1, 2017


Love Is For Free People


Be careful. All money can do for you is to buy you trouble. When I had no money I was lucky. Be careful. You could find yourself to be part of a mob certain they work for God as they enact another lynching to protect something they imagine they could lose only because they imagine it belongs to them. All money can do for you is to buy you trouble. Money makes you think you have bought something. Money makes you think that way. It can make you think a family belongs to you. It makes you think that way. When settlers came to America why did they fail to humbly ask the people living here whether they might use some of the land for living here themselves and describe to them what they had in mind to do on it? Why did they not allow someone to do them a favor? Why did we take it by force? Money makes you think that way. When I had no money I was lucky. Why are policemen and warriors and firemen and doctors and scientists paid in money? Are there no men left who will protect innocence out of love and the duty owed for their own lives? Are none left who think that way? When I had no money I was lucky. Reckon you have to have no money to know what a gift is? When I had no money I was lucky.


Many say, behold my child. I love my child. I must protect my child. How few there are who speak another way; those who say, these are the children born among us who live among us whom we naturally love and protect. Whose protection do you prefer, that of one who thinks he owns you or one who sees you are free? Have you ever met anyone like that? Love is for free people. When I had no money I was luckiest.
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