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!

Friday, October 22, 2021

 LOVE HAS NO OPPOSITE


I now see we, humans, thought we were evolving by language, and in a sense we were, but in a sad direction of separation. We named everything. Horses do not do that. No other animal does that. By doing it, we separated everything for ourselves, not for anything else living. The others, the animals and plants that did not evolve a new language, were left out. By separating from, you make yourself the boss. You say, my horse. My cow. My dog or cat or goldfish. Your world changes in a big way. I do not have to tell anybody how that change effects a life. You know. We all still go through the change from the moment of birth. Additionally, we also changed toward each other as humans. Us and them began. Levels of a society were labeled and assigned. By power. Women were separated from men inside a world where every being has a mother by natural law. Every boy loves a mother unless he is deprived of it. By nature love comes. Love has no opposite. 


To undo the damage requires each individual to make a choice to do whatever is necessary to cut through the chains that bind. It is a great fight…the greatest. But the good news is it is a fight that, when won, ends fighting anything or anybody. 


I end this by saying the only excuse valid fior continuing the naming game is that it makes it easier to find answers to questions and that is a miserable excuse for paying such a devilish price for being right rather than happy. You see, every question answered by the shortcut happens to create more questions to be addressed and many of them will be critical. 


Alas. It will always be so that the  slow path becomes the fast way home. Love has no opposite.