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, May 30, 2022

 HOW DO YOU SEE YOUR LIFE?


Let me tell you of a funny way of looking at your own life. A child is born. That child is ignorant and quite messed up. The child almost certainly will become more confused with time and become so much so that he or she will need help according to the thinking of the child as molded by its society. Recognizing the need, the child is teachable meat. Through a series of teachers the child will attempt to find what he has lacked all this time in order to be “normal”. Can you believe that any human being can see in that deranged way his own life? It is so. 


Another way to see one’s birth is as a wondrous event that brings forth a wholly unique being, never has there been nor will there ever again be such a being, who has the assignment from within itself to do something marvelous and has all that is necessary to do just that without ever asking anyone’s permission nor expecting any reward. Expectations are so limiting!

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