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, October 31, 2021

 A Sword of Clarity


All a man opposes is a clear picture of himself. And all a woman opposes is a clear picture of herself. There resides within each human being at every moment a whole person. Only rarely does anybody meet one. That is our story up to now. 


The rest of it has been merely the babbling of idiots. People who are broken are known widely and celebrated as real people. Their portraits hang on large walls and monuments are built to their memory. We are always about to change and be a lot better in the future. For us, the idiots, we live in a world of screwballs. God is said to have made it this way for a good reason since God is good. That is the excuse of the religious or pious. If only we knew. Every war is a war to bring peace here. Every transgression necessary to catch and cage up transgressors. All a man opposes is a clear picture of himself. It seems all religions paint it that God is always on the brink of wiping out what He created because it is so terrible and probably made that way. That God is supposed to be opposing the Evil One is the business of priests. They oppose a clear picture of God for their business would simply fold up. Modern priests conjured up the military-industrial complex and the war room is their temple.


As a swan sees it God created a perfect world and humans created the Evil One by simply closing our eyes and going into prepared cages. Some go to school. Others go to factories or mines. Still others go to jails. In advanced nations most go to virtual schools, mines, factories , and jails. Rarely is found a specimen who refuses all cages and opts for life. In fact, when a simple person says “No” to cages his option is but an authentic life, clarity being the only valid sword of a true knight.

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