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, January 10, 2022

 I am reading a slogan on a wall in a coffee shop that says


FIND SOMETHING YOU WOULD DIE FOR
   AND LIVE FOR IT!


It reminds me of the greatest lesson I have learned which is that life and death are one. Not separate! One inseparable truth are they. 


Why is that so great to know? It brings freedom from the fear of death. That’s why. Is that why enough for you? If so, you are someone I am watching for to share a real conversation between two living human beings.


To try to live for something rather than to die for it is impossible. Why? Because life and death are one. One who tries it will only live for some ideal slogan on a wall and nothing will change really. Slogans are dead things. That type experience is so fleeting and frustrating. Boys and girls are sent off to wars on the basis of slogans. Many die.


However, if a human being can die to all the ideals that one has stored in memory from all the conditioning of the brain since birth, at once, and we can, life and death go together within that one forevermore. It can be described as the killing of the ego or false self to go on living in freedom and pure action. Study on it. I hope to meet you in a field of love soon as living beings of pure action free of conditioning here and now on Earth. PURITY OF ACTION IS YOUR BIRTH RIGHT.



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