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, February 8, 2021

 THE BIG DIFFERENCE


I have been interested lately in developing a relationship with a guitar. It was a surprise to me when I found it among items I had stored away a few years ago. Didn’t know I had one. It’s pretty.


This morning I received an email from a friendly music geek concerning active versus passive listening. I read a bit of it.

It says: The human brain has the capacity to perceive about 11 million bits of information per second and suddenly there came a shift to the difference between active living and passive living…inside me and for me I stopped reading. 


There is such a difference and that difference is all anyone needs to be one’s own inspiration now.


I shall resist a temptation to elaborate upon the preceding sentence and give my reader a break. I am not taking credit for such a decision. Just say I shifted from passive living to active living and we both benefitted.  Keep coming back.  I need your company. I was born a long way from where I belong and am headed back home. 


Let Us Milk A Cow By The Hand Of Love And Share The Ice Cream.     Ran Smith Dairy

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