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!

Wednesday, January 26, 2022

WHAT CREATED IT ALL?

If one says he or she believes in a Creator of the Universe what can it mean? A true creator loves its creation without a single reservation of any sort. Have you not ever felt that about something you have made by your own hands? All reservations that limit that kind of love have come from human critics driven by ignorance and fear. People of conflicting interests cannot bring peace. Therefore is it established that any people who have failed to bring peace among themselves have interests which conflict with those of their own creator. A priest worries whether his hat fits correctly and what is for dinner. Seeing all this is a growing up fully in relation to a thing greater than we have embraced up to now, don’t you see? 

A Golden Spiral of beauty formed the Universe and is the creative force of all there is. Living within that spiral, every thing we put our hands to is infused with it. A profound question exists! When the question flowers an answer all who asked it in earnest  must support it. People support to death what they bring to fruition. People always oppose, to destruction, often secretly, any solution forced upon them by fiat from above. Can I end, in myself, any interests which conflict with those of my creator? 

So, do not expect me or anyone to bring the answer. That is crazy. The answer must flower in me and in you. That is a tall order, my lovelies, but its coming is as certain as the next sunrise. It’s imprinted on life.

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