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, May 6, 2022

 Passion For Life


In brief, what I see now is to be spoken. The table was turned. In a flash the true creator was killed and replaced instantly by a new God-one who serves man!  A Magic Being was imagined to give us what we want when we want it in a story in linear time. The idea was, “You are gonna love this God!” Temples and rituals came in fashion as evidence this was a real, important trend to be followed by good people.


And it has not worked to anyone’s satisfaction. In fact, ever since, life for humans has been a struggle with ever-increasing difficulties. Thinking had  become so popular, though, it could not be stopped from doing that. An observer had been invented inside the brains of all children. Thinking took over and ever since thinking is busy thinking about itself and making records of itself to put in museums and libraries and call it knowledge. Thinking can put on a God mask and tell everybody lies. It invents theories to describe what it desires in place of what is. Thinkers take turns and a few are noticed and asked to come back. Thinking invented art, religion, science, nationalism, measurement, and comparison. Thinking is like a clever. It divides what is indivisible. It cuts things apart to make more things. Real quick, nobody can tell anymore what is, as if it once was and is not anymore. It hurts. The pain can be received as a call to stop what one is doing. Those who hear the call head back home, without direction, to check to see how things are there if anything is left to check on and find it all just fine and dandy so do not want anybody to find them and take them away again.  But they do feel an urge to sneak back to see if anyone there is about ready to go back home they can encourage with a snack and a map. The map mentioned is only a beginning sketch to be discarded as soon as possible once there is enough confidence that the way is obvious. All travelers, suddenly, will clearly realize “As I am” in a  silence that has nothing to do with the absence of sounds. Therein lies treasure.

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