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, February 11, 2022

 WHEN


When will we learn?

How long will it take before we become 

convinced 

what we’re doing is not working and does not make sense?


We are told that when we find the right partner, fall in love, and tie a knot we will cruise through life as one-like on a breeze- in the face of all the evidence that when we cruise through life on a breeze, only then, do we find what we need?


So, how does a human being sail?


Wrong question. Open your eyes!

“How” brings with it a search for a guru- 

someone with my answers in his pocket- 

passing out instructions in the form of methods 

and we know a lot already of what that’s another- 

a promise of pleasure on one side /anguish on the other.


Ask in secret, “Can I sail through life under my own sail? Then give your question its chance to flower 

while noticing what you’d do to climb aboard someone else’s boat for just one more hour.


After writing this down I can see that 

NO PROMISE is THE GREATEST ONE BY FAR.

LOVE IS LOVE MAN!


Listen, I’ll tell a tale worth listenin’ to


Once there was a man who did nothing to arrive somewhere someday and no hack who writes stories to feed into a machine ever heard of him so did not write down his name for they only deal in fame and blame and keeping things the same and this guy never saw the same sunrise twice all the days of his life. Check it out.





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