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!

Tuesday, July 25, 2017

A Sort Of Song
Yet Not One


When a young boy who was read to often trembles to recall the following sentence:

“All good things come to those who wait upon the Lord.”

and, try as he might, that boy took it wrong
and love showed its meaning to him
that one now wants to tell of it

For, you see, I only thought I knew back then. Thought. Words. Definitions. Logic. Rules. I had no one to teach me, to initiate me, into vital truth. In ancient times every child was initiated to live as human among humans. These were the uncivilized tribes. Civilization came into being as a convenient way for robbery to occur. So convenient is it that the victim of the robbery actually praises the robber and gives thanks for the theft and pledges allegiance to the robber for life. How do you like that?

And, the robber called the true God Satan

and had the temerity to call itself God the Almighty and things like, “The Lord of Your Nation”.

And, a singing poet (who everyone wondered how good could he be) asked, “If you are on our side, Who will stop the next war?” And I was among those who failed to understand for a long time.

What was robbed? Was it valuable? You bet. The most precious of all. The night pearl. It is the night pearl who knows the meaning of all scripture. It is the night pearl who waits upon the true Lord. It is the night pearl who knows that waiting is not what you have been taught to believe. Waiting is not inaction. To wait is to be fully awake and aware. You can witness such waiting by watching a wild, free bird who lands for a time within your sight. So alert and present checking every angle to know what is also present, the bird will not miss the gifts that are being broadcast by the true Lord to every night pearl listening. The source of those gifts is the true God. Waiting is living in a state of grace.

To wait in this sense is to never allow yourself to go forward without a true connection to the same thing that guides the bird and all the rest of the world of living things. It is like saying to a young driver, “Do not forget the car you drive requires fuel or you will surely regret it.”

If you are like I was you might reply, “But I don't know how to wait like that!” My purpose has to be to give a call and you must answer and that is the beginning. You were robbed and you must get riled up about it and then listen like the bird to what you are told. Something has to awaken the night pearl inside of you. It knows. The robbery occurred through illusion which distracted your attention from that pearl within. It now welcomes you to return on its terms. It will spell out the terms. And then it will be so that


“All good things come to those who wait upon the Lord.”

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