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!

Tuesday, May 1, 2018

The Pharaoh-God who was created to hate the human underbelly 

orders a minion to fashion a noose whose fibers are guaranteed to 

choke the breath of life from any kids who run free. It was a scary time 

for children of difference.



All the words of all the many languages of the different tribes of 

people who have lived on Earth came forth from wordless 

experiences. The experiences do not argue, people do. The 

languages and the books created using them do not argue, people do. 

With all the experiences we have in common, why do people argue I 

want to know?



Until a certain age I am told children placed in a room together will 

play in parallel. Not in opposition. Then a change happens. An 

argument ensues. From where did it arise? I was taught as a child the 

competition I was experiencing among my friends was natural to man. 

I doubt it. It is the work of Pharaoh's minion.




That minion is very clever, shrewd, studious, and scheming; quick to 

devise and apply new ideas is he. With time he learned a million tricks 

or more. Of the once plentiful, profuse, and abounding number of kids 

of difference there are practically none left now, and, they have been 

made to be very still and silent and invisible. But, no matter how hard 

the world pushes against them, within them, there is something 

stronger, something better pushing right back.



It is coming. If others are as lonely as we are wouldn't it be ignorant to 

remain apart from them?











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