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, April 22, 2020

The Art of Decency (con’t.)

In a dictionary I read that decency is a woman who does not wear a dress showing cleavage to a job interview. Rules. Virtue is not following a morality code taught  by reward and punishment by society during one’s lifetime. All such is nonsense. The decent person is just that because he or she eyeballs every moment.  Their actions may astound men and women of the time. Beyond the reach of all who would control them, they are seen to be extraordinary by any who follow the codes of the place they reside  codified by fearful ones who believe they need to control others with a view to making everyone like them.  And fail and fail and fail.  Why, a decent human being does not even need a name in order to explode into a timeless legend. 

Morality is created from words memorized inside a system meant to control behavior and that has no similarity even with true virtue, which any actor knows who speaks his lines authentically. One who is caught by thoughts lives in the past or future and has no clue of true virtue for it is beyond the power of thought. Did you guess there is a power bigger than thinking? The decent thing happens… now. It is in the hearts of all people. It is found by any who search there for it. And that is the approach to decency.

You may wonder why a swan would even want to write notes to humans.  
But I do. 

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