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!

Thursday, January 6, 2022

 More on Pure Action


Jesus, it is told, was resurrected from the dead. Only Jesus knew. A firefighter has risked his life to save that of a stranger. When interviewed he tells “I only did what anybody would have done”. Neither you nor I can see that take place. We see him take a great risk. Only the firefighter knows his action to be quite natural. A man spits in the face of another. The other simply wipes the spit from his face and tells later that at the moment of the spitting he registered nothing within himself concerning the spitting man. He had nothing to forgive nor anything to avenge. Neither you nor I see that. Only Atticus in To Kill A Mockingbird knew it to be completely natural action. Pure action is from another dimension beyond thought. In athletic competition it is referred to as “the zone”. In that state nothing I do can fail. Pure action is another world here and now open to us all. Find out for yourself. 

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