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!

Friday, February 24, 2017

What Keeps Us Apart?

Chapter 1

One thing about us humans is apparently keeping us apart and keeping us thinking we are impotent in the face of those who would dominate us. We are readily bought. Not necessarily with money, commodities are purchased in that way, we know we are alive...so...we are bought from within where life resides. Because we are living things who created money and are taught to treat it as treasure, money plays a role, it is a prop, in the buying. We are bought with the lash. And the fear of it. Many of our taskmasters are quite meek in behavior and learned. Often we accept friendship from them. The lash in our case can be a threat of expulsion from a gang of comrades. The comrades are other people who expect us to think like them.

Clamor do we to be the next one bought. It is the strange tendency, shortly following incarceration inside a social institution, (a family for instance, a clan, a city, a nation, a school, a football team, a job, any gang really) to become a voluntary self jailer who maintains his assigned station as if it were his very own dream. This quality is the one keeping us apart, oddly, the strong wish to be a part of something. That seems absurd on the surface. Is it a paradox? Maybe. But what is certain is that it is so only because what we seek we have and when you are in that fix, having what you desire, you are at a complete loss to know what to do except to keep looking only harder! And since you have it, you will never find what you are looking for so desperately in that way. Make sense?