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!

Sunday, April 26, 2020

What Can Be Known (Lived) By All Of Us?

My daughter and her husband and my grandson are living at a beautiful meeting place in Santa Elena, Costa Rica that has been shut down in response to COVID-19. It appears to me a very nice arrangement and at just the right time for them.  How many other shut down buildings could be homes for the homeless today? This morning I came to a feeling that all is well for all of us and we know it. Really have known it always. We, each human being, like Walt Whitman and Bob Dylan, contain multitudes and know it. It would seem the Friends Group is taking care of the needs of my son’s  family during this unwanted experience shared by all worldwide. Friends who share at that level are taking care of themselves and each other simultaneously. That, not governments nor churches, is the simple solution that someone is trying to remind us is so. Churches and governments are stymied. And, forgetting their very teaching and preaching, fail to turn themselves full bore into dedicated helping enterprises for the needy. And, by the way, we are all needy and now must know it. It’s always been up to us, not them!
My son fed 10 people breakfast yesterday.  It is a very fine plan we are. I am being taken care of in place by the same truth. Have been for 25 years or more. Be you.                                               

Be I am. Multitudes must follow immediately. So be it. It is done.
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