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!

Wednesday, July 5, 2017

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So, Lose The Do-er


The Divine is the master and agent, there is no do-er. Lose it. Divine has chosen its human form. Then, deliberately, divinity is forgotten. It likes a mystery. It wants to be shown that it can go under the spell and return. The divine plays games with itself to forget its nature for the pure joy of reuniting in the annihilation of the do-er. It is time to come home.

The conceited, self-centered do-er has got to stop someday, why not today? Drop it. In your life lose it, not anybody else's. Why? There is so much energy bound up in the concept of some “I” who is doing “My” life. Wasted! To drop the conceptual do-er frees all that tied up energy to be used in service of Divinity. And the flame of divinity can light many other candles. What a sight that is going to be.

A drop of divine left in dirt on Earth with all the correct elements has one power, one chance to free itself. It chooses to stand up. It takes 4 billion years but who is counting? Its one advantage is that it can remember its nature and in so remembering choose its awakening. Make the choice now.

With all that energy freed nothing will be left undone. Whoever hears this and follows will be aware of a blessing. This truly is the revolution wherein no blood is shed. Verily, I tell you that you can do this miracle and nobody else need even know about it yet you will live as a god is supposed to live. The only difference between you at this moment and a god is to be found in anonymity- the foundation of a new life.


You have been told you can overcome your terrible difficulties by accepting each one. You can try. Try and try and try. But relief will only come to those who admit, “I cannot accept this tragic condition which besets me for I am the one who is attached to sorrow”. With that deeper gesture of acceptance comes a sudden realization, oh, I am not that. I am dirt. I am the dirt divinity has chosen to mold into a body to live temporarily then return as dirt in peace.
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