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, March 17, 2018

LIFE NEEDS US NOT WE NEED LIFE


It is a mistake to have ever followed the suggestion in the first place that life ought be organized, for, isn't it obvious enough that any efforts to organize such a mysterious and wonderful fact as life is going to be made by incompetent human beings who are its mere servants, and mere beginners at that? The primary hole in such a mad theory is the obvious-it is bottomed in the presumption that life is not well organized as we, the living, have received it! I am convinced by now that those who attempt its organization are those who have failed totally to accept it on its terms, meaning those of life. And are miserable. And, being miserable, want to coerce a crowd of other miserable ones to join them in a foolish scheme whereby they intend to run the show managing all the rest as objects.


I have seen the other side of it. Those who have accepted the terms as presented by the Giver of it are completely satisfied with life and will in no manner consider for a moment any fantasized theory to alter that relationship and will laugh at any plan presented them to outwit life. And the grandest fact of all is these I have met who are content with life, as it is, make wonderful companions who treat each other with respect, interact in peace, and honor each other as if they were meant to do so effortlessly. That is all I wanted to say.


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