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!

Friday, June 4, 2021

 A human being is someone who realizes by the time he passes through childhood and adolescence that he is never going to know the whole truth because that is denied him and so his grownup solution is to work very hard all his life to gather as much knowledge as he can. Many become dedicated to scientific research which is an illusory escape from living as a human being. They just overlook their disordered lives and pretend to live together on Mars. As a scientist realizes that money is never going to be enough to satisfy him, his solution is to work hard all his life to gain as much money as he can. He is convinced money cannot buy happiness only drugs and other distractions to blot out its loss. Still he works hard for money. A human being recognizes he is violent. His solution is to try as hard as he can to be non-violent. A human being recognizes she is inconsistent and her life is not in order. Her solution is to work as hard a she can to achieve awards handed out for achieving the order which cannot be achieved. A human being recognizes he fails to work hard enough. Not to pick on scientists it is made clear that the very same fate awaits everyone attached to a career. 


A human being has learned all of this by observing his parents and other adults and studying his own experiences of dealing with them. They are his teachers. Is it any wonder man is a mess? Is anybody out there who is ready to address only the facts instead? For those it will be a solitary voyage with no teacher but oneself. But freedom is coming to you. See how what you have been taught from the past is creating a non-existent world you must complain about for the reason that it exists not. Humans like Walt Whitman and Albert Einstein and Bob Dylan have broken through all that to present something original in place of the  expected.


Observe that one’s society is telling one constantly what you are expected to do to become someone worthy. Not fulfilled but worthy. Worthy of what?

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