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!

Saturday, August 7, 2021

 We serve symbols.

We ignore facts at our own peril. 

Vital is it we change and soon. 

Fact: Every human being on Earth is very, very, very valuable.  

Almost all humans on Earth are overlooked for many and various reasons all stemming from ignorance. That ignorance stems from serving symbols.


Inside the limits of any game of symbols there will, of course, be winners who excel far beyond the masses. These people are symbolized as celebrities (winners) and all the rest are encouraged to imitate the winners in the tiny, almost minuscule chance they might themselves or their children become winners. The major games are called civilizations or nations and their subparts. Such arrangements pale in the face of a world where facts are superior to symbols.


In such a world lighted by truth everybody has plenty and enjoys life abundantly.There are no leaders in such a happy world, only trusted servants. And here, my friends is the very best news: 


This world can be occupied by anyone who chooses to live there now by simply making a commitment to oneself to cease to serve symbols.


And the symbol-servers will never suspect you have taken such action for to them there is no such place as Utopia on Earth. The moment two of us make the shift we will be drawn to each other and will recognize each other as one of the once misfit now fellow travelers on the road of happy destiny as a lightening strike of fact makes the rain fall at last. 


And how many of the wisest must say there is no greater beauty in life than the lost, forgotten, rejected, hated and despised redeemed and given new life before it is true?

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