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, November 12, 2020

 And Be Careful Not To Beat Your Drum For Any Reason


Life’s its own cherry mystery and History’s like some gravy on my tie.

The evil mankind experiences in all its many disgusting forms

cannot be the result of nature going coo-coo, oh no, 

it’s refusal of her magic. 


Actually, stars go to a far away place when the Sun comes up only to return when it goes down. All we have to do in order to enter Eden in a flash is to look again without explanation and that requires no time. A clear mind is a brilliant one. 


All man’s remedies since the Fall have amounted to no more enlightened sophistication than to tell that beating on a drum in a certain fashion will keep elephants at bay. That’s like buying gadgets advertised to save you time. That’s coo-coo. Nobody has ever saved even one beat of time. No pocket can hold one. Hell, how many even spend time?  It spends us. 


The way to respond to an epidemic is to decide to change into a human being who serves decency. Not to impress God or your neighbor or the traffic cop or anybody else, that’s indecent.  Only for you. Let your own self prove:  I am a  DECENT HUMAN BEING.


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