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, September 6, 2017

Give Up Wickedness?


A paper lay on the table before the young person who had been told he is a citizen of a country with morals and ethical standards. He could not fathom such a possibility, that is, a nation having morals and ethics, things he associated with individual, living human beings. Then he was told to sign the document to show his agreement with its terms. As he read it, he wondered: who do these people think me to be?

The document read:

I hereby pledge to give up my wicked ways which are selfish and to instead lead a moral life of loyal trustworthiness in my dealings with all good citizens I encounter on life's way.


The young man signed and began immediately to live a wicked life grounded in deceit, competition, hatred, envy, greed, and malice, all of which were unknown to him before signing. Thus did the boy learn that a man who declares himself to be good is a bad man and he later wished he had remained in his original state.
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