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, April 23, 2020

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I am nothing at all. 
And there is nothing I am not.
Love is death…and death…is…life! 
Such absolute vulnerability is the essence of virtue. 
Virtue is easily destroyed only to be reborn 
again and again.

The vulnerability of a flower and virtue go together.  
But they can only survive in emptiness.
Emptiness is peace of mind.
Virtue never grows from ideas and habit.
Nobody  can teach another how to be true to itself, that is crazy, for that is the way of a slave.

I shall begin a new world right now 
empty of all memory of myself if only to know who I, am.
That I, who accepted the impossible challenge to walk and talk  because it had already found the courage to come from a sheltered womb into the completely unknown world alone and on its own. 

What I know of the Kid I came here with is it is that which remains forever because it sees with clear eyes and no   selfish memory only what is before it and acts wisely. 

All else we call ourselves will perish. 

Memory of myself is thinking about myself 
and is definitely not the living truth of it.
I am what I am 
and know I must know it to have a chance at the life I have been born into.

We all need that Kid now.

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