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, May 4, 2018


Hey, Let's Just Play Like We Care


Just for the purpose of a discussion let me suggest a game...basketball.

It was invented by a Canadian up North to give students some practical

outlet for physical exercise during winter months. Simple.


It caught on across the country. Kids enjoy the game. It is healthy play.

It even has the added benefit of teaching teamwork and cooperation and

the beauty of our bodies. Good things. Still, it is a game. That may be an

important thing to remember. Let us see.


Because what happened next was that people have forgotten it is a game to

provide play and promote the health of youngsters. They have come to

believe it to be worthy of the dynamics of adults in the pursuit of its...what?

Imagine such a thing in the bee world. Bees decide to play basketball. What

if spinach did that? Water? Air?


Politics is a lot like basketball. It's a gamble too. Religions? They are too.

Oh, and for sure, corporations and money and the stock markets and the

real estate game and banking and all the other gambling schemes for becoming

rich...these begin in the minds of men also... and lead to a world where people

cannot feed one another. Don't even want to feed one another. Bobby Kennedy

found this to be unbelievable and he asked, “why don't we...feed one another?

We're rich!


Oh, well, we can always play games. But, is it not important at least to consider

seriously what is worthy of grown-up human endeavor? Should we not feed one

another? Of course, food for the belly. What of adequate shelter and clothing?

Opportunities to learn? What of food for the heart? Nourishment for the instincts

to be kind and generous and fair? Beauty? Enough beauty for everybody? What

would that be like? Love enough for everybody. What would a world like that be

like? What if all people spent time diligently working at the creation of something

with but the single purpose of expressing beauty? Are we really so unworthy of such

a world as that one?






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