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, September 27, 2021

 THE TROUBLES WE FACE ARE AT THE SAME TIME VERY COMPLEX AND ALSO VERY SIMPLE.


THAT TOO MUCH? 


I tell you the problems we have identified so far are the natural consequence of a life form, in this case, human, in which, for the most part, all have allowed themselves to become addicted to symbols or words. By that, I mean we serve them religiously without even knowing we do it and it is therefore next to impossible for us to give them up. But it is not completely impossible. We can recover our sanity. Really all those we identify as geniuses are the most adept at serving concepts made of words, including, of course, equations of mathematics. We give to them awards and praise and follow them into a deeper and deeper sickness. It is all about awakening a lost skill that sees through words sideways in a way that  makes them servants to reality. There is great danger in repetition of words without knowing what is the true meaning which is always beyond words. Call it heart. Heart must rule. Compassion must reign as slogans die for the heart to fly! 

Kill them off constantly. Answers blow in the wind.


Scientific projects tend to ignore this factor altogether or not to apply it in an important way in the work because they do not know how to approach the unknown. Feelings embarrass the smug who only pretend to control. Building the first atomic 

bomb did not bring security, it increased insecurity many times over. Let go.


THAT TOO MUCH? 


Posted by at

No comments:

Post a Comment

Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)