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 21, 2021

                               Does Life Need Saving?


There is a phrase (saved my life). DID I HAVE LIFE or DID LIFE HAVE ME? Which reminds us now who among us knows what life is? Yet nobody denies its existence? Can ELECTRICITY ever be lost or DESTROYED? That is the question. 


How big life? And is it a thing which can be possessed by some vain, dying entity named “me”? What would be the nature of such an entity as one that could possess life? Is it not so that life brings to a body consciousness enough to even ask these questions? What can make or destroy consciousness?


People are so conceited as to speak of matters concerning which they are in complete darkness as if everybody listening knows the matter clearly and thoroughly. It is often said by the ignorant that God made us that way...stupid. It is such arrogance that is back of suffering, not death. Such is the enduring draw of every tragedy of literature. It could have been avoided. Vanity, vanity.  All is vanity. And that is funny and freeing, not sad.


Is it not possible at least that life itself lives and all other inquiries follow and depend upon that fact? In death nothing much happens. And you can even say bye-bye before you die and mean it.



It is no tragedy that there is no answer to a prayer however fervently delivered for electricity to please surrender forth its power on behalf of a fictitious entity. Recall Pinocchio? Any boy who wants to be a real boy is one, by Golly!


Wake up. There are more links in your brain than there are stars in the observable Universe. Meditation changes the cells of your body and the contents of those cells change.

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