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, June 6, 2021

 A Song To Bob Dylan

from  jwhooperswan


Is there an observation, an observation pure and true?

One the scientist can never reproduce with her instruments not even the most advanced and expensive telescopes and robots equipped with a computerized slide rule?

Did the child say the emperor is naked and did he notice it to be so in spite of any lesson that was taught to him at school?

How many times must an innocent say what simply is before us all to be a-seein’ before

every scientist admits I am blind, I am a fool?

And hasten to ask forgiveness and bow before the child inside each one of us who sees with a light that’s pure and true?


A Thousand years ago the American Indian told whites…who would not listen…the Earth is our Mother and still we look to science to save us at the brink of what those learned in the name of progress have brought the whole world to.


While the scientist searches for the light at the end of the tunnel the innocent one who observes the obvious reports there is no tunnel 

if you humbly look at what clearly lies before you not covered up by all the many words you were forced to learn in school.


It has taken me a lifetime to hear the answer that has all along been blowin’ in the wind

It took that long for me to learn enough about how far intuition can extend.

All of us will end the wars, put a stop to suffering, by grokking the simple truth we need nobody else to save us we are and always have been sufficient to that end. (end song)


(spoken) A lone scientist at Columbia told his classes every semester that all would receive an A in his course and only those who wished to learn were invited to bother to further attend. In that same way, this song is informing you that your initial intuition is to be honored above all thought driven rules, beliefs, and opinions if we are to find the life we’re all dreaming for. And any who do so honor intuition will find. 


That same professor and scientist made the observation that “Nobody Wanted a Light Bulb!” It is not science that serves our dream. Science serves money and personal prestige. And politicians pass out both. And they work for Corporate  Giants. Who, then, must you look to to make your dream come true?


That same professor was a musician and songwriter. He rewrote the Star Spangled Banner to make it easier to sing, saying: Do not blame the singers, if the song is poorly written, rewrite the song. Just make it easier for everybody to sing along. Is that not the dream?




                                 


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