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 18, 2017

Man's Search For Subterranean Joy

You tell yourself, I am not the spiritual person I want to be and I want to become that in the future. It is concepts of effort and achievement I oppose. I want you to recognize that achievement of a subterranean joy is contrary to its plain meaning. It is there or it is not. It is waiting for you to notice it or it is not. If such a thing is indeed inside of you it is not far away. If you are handed a gift wrapped in colored paper with a bow on it do you have to go to a special school to learn how you can possibly find what that gift happens to be?

Personally, I do not trust a story about a perfect God who makes people who arrive in need of a book and a teacher with credentials and membership in a group who build temples of bricks or stone. It makes more sense to me to figure the teachers, the books, and the temples have driven innocent children mad enough to require institutionalization in places where they can be dressed, fed, and watched.

If you must strive to overcome something it will be better for you to pay attention to what you want to stop doing. Try to make the changes you truly want in your life. Sing the blues when you fail. Someone might hear your song, listen, and ask you a simple question.


When you have a thing and do not know you have it, stop searching, you will find. I mean, of course, really stop searching. Giving up any projection of a future time when you will have it, be here now. What you will want to do then may surprise you.