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!

Monday, July 12, 2021

 MAKING A POINT


So, man, humankind, including all its males and females no matter of what age, has been here on Earth for many, many thousands of years, at least. Man has made numerous accomplishments he takes pride in. Bridges have been built, hospitals have been built, churches and temples  also. There are so many government offices one could never find a list including them all.  There is even one called The United Nations. Accomplishments in the arts are displayed all around the world. Books, my God, so many libraries, so many private libraries, now all stored in cyberspace. Knowledge. Man’s knowledge. But what is it actually? What does it accomplish, really? It is important to point out that one thing is common in all of this accomplishing man has bragged about…argument is its name. Shame its shadow side. 


It can be seen by anybody that the world man has developed is like a family living in a house who have an active lifestyle shown to us by the media daily…fed to us you might say… which family takes a lot from the world into the house but never, never takes out the trash. Never cleans house from top to bottom. This is a metaphor of thought. As you consider it remember that all the argument going on in the world among humans is like this little paragraph but this one is being offered to reveal some broader, hidden truth to every reader on Earth. Who is it has an interest in keeping you living in this way? In keeping your mind so full of harmful, trivial and useless junk it prevents you from noticing how it is being done. 


Okay. A few people think the rest of us to be useful tools for their benefit but those also fail to take out the trash in their heads and so are not in a better position than the least of the masses. There is a man living as a pauper somewhere reading these words who knows he is a very remarkable fellow and he is singing while he works but not for wages. Not on anybody’s schedule. He is satisfied. Content. And generous and kind. This man’s mind is clear, for he takes out the trash. Do you wonder whether your mind could possibly be so clear and you could feel so happy and content? 


Reading this far is not even a start. 


It is up to each individual to commit to an effort he makes to bring this about in his small life. It is not easy. It is simple though. Any one can do it. One needs the  willingness to try. It is something you owe to you. Nobody else. Do not ask anyone “How?” Nor demand, “Tell me what to do.” On your own find a way back to the clear mind you had on the day of your birth. It is not lost. It is not spoiled. It was placed so that it cannot be touched, injured, or destroyed  by any power in the world. This paragraph up to this point is pointing you inside and that is all anyone need do for you. This project will be for you a learning in action. Not learning from another. Learning. Question everything. It will bring about a transformation of your psyche by the psyche itself. That is all you need do to end all the corruption. In truth, there is nothing wrong with you except your doubt.


Giving complete indifference to all you have been taught since you were born, center your vision at a point between the other two eyes and just above them where a gland attached to your brain is located whereby you may see that the world is really perfect as it is or may as well be since it far excels your meager wishes for a different one and so requires no alteration by you whatsoever and you begin to relax into that stillness and take things as they come to make the most wonderful discovery. Beyond thought lies harmony with all that is and you can feel your way along the line of absolute order throughout the cosmos. Like, instead of building a bridge over troubled waters, a natural and harmonious link to the other shore will be made apparent without asking for it as soon as there is a requirement for its use. And by joining it you will harmonize with all that is and every aspect will be served. Nothing is left out. 


Living in service to thought so much is left out or obliterated it hurts. And the pain is too much to bear so we live in denial and we all know it. Won’t you try this other approach? Like I said, you have to do it. Nobody can do it for you.

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