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!

Friday, April 24, 2020

AM WHAT I AM

I wanna try something.  It may make a difference for somebody. I am going to write to you, the reader, whatever name you happen to call yourself, that you are and always have been someone who does not want anything. You are not attached to a wanter. Period. The wanter you serve was planted in your brain as a young child to control you…by aliens. These people were not even human. They looked like humans and talked like humans. But they were aliens to your heart as a child and now. All you have to do to be free of their power is to see who you were as a child and are still. (Actually, the aliens I have mentioned are just like you and do not know it.) Soak in my words. This is like a jail break only nothing is really holding you back outside of you.

You may choose to remain wanting, trying to feed a wanter believing you can satisfy that monster someday… or else, simply be, paying attention to what you have instead of what you have not. It is all you need. Nothing else matters. It is decency. You are its agent. God can be understood as the reality which created a world which contains such a merciful, graceful, kind possibility that only requires you to accept your existence as enough. It then, for you, becomes Existence. 

By that knowledge you are absorbed in God's love. That is humility. That is human being.

So simple. As part of your training from non-humans, you were taught to imagine fulfillment of your dream was a black hole to be feared. It is, in truth, the doorway to paradise on Earth for you as you finally understand you. Then decency is all there is to be considered.

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