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!

Saturday, December 9, 2017

What We Know Already


Nothing is demanded of us.
Call that love.

Anything short of what love demands is doomed.
Ask anybody on Earth if you do not believe me.

Can you accept that love?


That wants only for you that you be you?
That the music of your heart be played?


Love demands only that we show
no allegiances to anything else.
Do not ask, what is meant by love?
All that shows is how wounded is the pride
of belonging to mistrusted humanness.

Mistrusted humanness.
How sad is that?

Love cannot mean anything else.
Most know pride only as pride in
believing I am not just a human.
That followed being taught the lie
something is demanded of you.
As love, you cannot be anything else but
what you are.


Tap the artesian well of love within.
Love goes its own way.
We join the way of that explosion
or we do not
in the simple way of not joining
anything else.
Love cannot be anything else.
Settle in.


Already I have reminded you
that all humans alive know this to be so.

There is no need to teach it.
All that is required, if anything is required,
is to honor that in everybody you meet.

One man said, I believe Joe is a
nut. The other replied, yes,
he is just as nutty as we are
only in a different way.


The above conversation illustrates the point that everybody wants the
same thing and we have been acting as if that is not so too long not to stop now. Trust in you for a change. That which yields to truth surpasses
that which resists it in every moment. It is as if two wolves reside in
each person, an ignorant wolf and a wise wolf.
The one you feed is going to win.


I want to avoid being so wordy I feed ignorance.
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