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!

Sunday, October 21, 2018

As Perfect
As perfect as the clockwork of some God

it shall happen to everyone living again tonight…
Darkness upon the Earth which is without form and Void.
Impossible is it to conceive of Evil or conceive of Good.
For all living beings Sweet Dreamless Peace prevails for so long as does it, hours, many hours of it. Was there no body? Unaware of such... was there a mind? Unaware of such. Not dead though. Aware of that. In stillness, I know I am.

Then At First Light Creation. Miracle of a New Day. Be fruitful. Multiply. Breathe. Conceive. Breathe. Conceive. Be fruitful. Multiply. Yet, I know if my body is well and free of pain I am unaware of it. Same is true of mind.




As perfect as Divine clockwork OneDay is my own as OnePresentMoment.
In mercy I tremble. Impossible to conceive of Good or Evil. All is Peace.
Been there. Done that.

I am.
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