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!

Thursday, December 14, 2017

Nothing 8

Have you ever known someone who has only one thing to do? And all else...all of it... are but the happenings on the way to do that one thing? I am describing you.

There was a time when you learned to stand on two feet then walk because you had decided to do it. Nobody taught you how that was to be accomplished. Had they tried you would not have been able to understand what they were saying. When you fell down, you got back up. And picked something up you found down there since you were down there anyway and brought it back with you when you stood up laughing. And you learned to walk. Follow a clear, single urge inside. I am urging you and me to get in touch with something you will always have with you that is yours alone, all you. Outside forces are trying to organize your day. Be strong in the face of tyranny that conceals a motive that amounts to what it wants is for the overall good and you must do as your are told and not do what is in your heart unless you are permitted to do so on the exact terms of such permission when granted by outside authority. Closely watch children being ordered about by parents. It is obvious when the child has had too much of it. That one, though smaller, will suddenly and purposefully rebel. Often what they are doing in that moment of rebellion seems ridiculous. Easy it is to label as childish behavior. Since it should be apparent to the child what is expected which usually seems quite appropriate to adults, it 
should be done! But what is actually happening inside that little person? You know because you were once a child. Do you have to be reminded?

Your only job is to watch over the children. My only hint to you of how that is done is to point to the Creator who made you and suggest you follow that example. It makes its Sun to shine on the good and the bad. Do you know that a school could be operated in that way if we decided it was to be done with the same determination with which we learned to walk standing up? We could live happily.

I bet we will not do it, though. Why not? Nobody can teach how that is to be done and we are not in touch with that single urge we came here with at birth. By now, it means less to us than a grain of sand. Less even than gratitude.