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!

Monday, December 25, 2017

An old story

has been told around the earth since the time of Adam and Eve. It goes: There is a white wolf and a black wolf inside of each human being. They are at war. Whichever one I feed is going to win.

If one is going to speak of God, the first thing to be decided is: which God? The God you made up in your mind or the God that created you?

If one is going to answer the quest for who am I? The first question to be decided is: which you? The one you created in your thinking or the one created by God?

After a tragedy the question asked by loved ones of the victims is Why does God permit such awful things to happen? The real question is why did God permit us to go outside and play?

I prefer to tell that it is like there is a two headed wolf and a single headed wolf inside us, whichever we feed is going to be stronger.

War is the consequence of following the instruction from a two headed God. Like a coin. On practically the first page of the Bible it is told that all our troubles right up to today are the consequences of folly. That folly is deciding what is right and what is wrong in a perfect world. What can the True God do? I find it to be so simple to return to the Garden anytime I stray. Give up to love's exact moment as it is.

These are only words. I write this for myself. I write to learn. I write to discover. I write to show that it is all up to me for I am the blessed child of perfection. It began with a simple stabbing statement from a once homeless old woman who had found a graceful way to live. She told me, “God don't make no junk.”

For my part, I want to know for myself. Am I enough? If I am, what have I been waiting for?




Jon Harvey Smith
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