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, June 28, 2018


For a long time

it has been popular to tell that the real culprits who are running our lives are not the men or women with guns or the politicians who order them to shoot but the media bosses behind the scenes, or the illuminati who meet in secret cells of corruption to plan the world, or the masters of war who own the politicians and who sell the rockets, bombs, weapons, and bullets at a huge profit from promoting the annihilation of enemies in war after war after war. So far, it's always finger

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Why? Maybe it is a simple matter that there is no profit in, no money to be made from, no power to be gained over fans and admirers by telling a crowd that they have no enemies to hate for who will join a movement and pay to hear that? How can one make a hot selling video game for peace? 


It will be settled one day, if ever, by a simple awakening by individuals who realize suddenly,

“Oh, my God, it is me. I create the world that terrifies me by the thoughts I have allowed into my head. And I can change the world I live in by finding a way to put those thoughts at bay. Someone told me once I would find this place of understanding and swiftly would I act upon it.”


The rest, a new life, will unfold effortlessly rather automatically.

                                                         
                                                               

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