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!

Wednesday, December 4, 2019

Bad Kids: You hear that a kid has done something wrong.  He’s bad.  We need to do something.

One guy goes to the Kid and asks first, “Did you do that?  Are you guilty?  Why did you do that? Do you admit you were wrong? Are you willing to promise to change and do right? 

Another guy goes to the kid and asks , “Who are you, Son? Are you what I see? And his investigation goes as deep as possible on that score. Then, depending on what he has learned, he may probe into some other things like, What matters most to you? What has made you so angry?  Or, what is it you want, really? What do you need?  What holds you back, if anything?  How can I help you? If you could have your way what would that look like to you? Keeping always on the trail of similarities, not differences throughout the visit, this guy is certain the change needed, if any, is for the kid to know himself. His questioning  will come only with a brain empty of suspicion and prejudgment which can see the whole picture and then love will arise and join the dialogue between the two. Then the presence of a miracle is in the room. This is a fact.


The two are entirely different ways. We gotta move to another dimension and soon or perish. It’s that urgent already.  No time to lose.
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