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, October 4, 2018

Many Mansions
A Song To Sing As Your Work
When Nothing Interests You

The Search:

In A Song I have friends, know I'm not the only freak completely lost all alone
but it gets harder and harder these days to lose sight of what we never could hold onto
as our own;

and anyway it's not ever only been that we search to be the first one
to find that elusive philosopher's stone; and in my heart
I know if the happy day should come
the first thing will matter to the lucky one
is to share all the great and wonderful yet to be discovered
properties of that stone;
and my friends I just found it, did you notice and also find the stone?
find what was unknown?
knowing with me we are nevermore gonna be only an imaginary, lonesome person
pretendin' gold at the end of the rainbow 'til the angel of death takes him home?

The Work

My friends, we can build around us many mansions but none can ever feel like home.
My wife and I having it were homeless and each had to leave it to roam.
Weary of roaming found nothing's enough in a sigh of relief each sang, I'm home,

in A Song where we are one with all freaks completely lost all alone pretending to have lost what we search for we find nothing's enough in a sigh of relief sing, I'm home.
Then know again what matters is to share with everyone
all the great and wonderful yet to be discovered properties
of that philosopher's famous stone;
and my friends I just found it, did you notice and singin' the Blues find the stone?
find what was unknown?
knowing with me we are nevermore gonna be only an imaginary, lonesome person
pretendin' gold at the end of the rainbow 'til the angel of death takes him home?

My friends, we can build around us many mansions but none can ever feel like home.
Sing, sing, sing, it out-we can build around us many mansions but none can ever feel like home. A superior craftsman has done for us what we cannot do on our own.


I. M. A. Nonymouse

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