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!

Sunday, July 24, 2022

 Tell me if this be not so-


Quicker than the law can arrest, convict, and imprison or exterminate troublemakers the society it is meant to protect will have created more of them than ever. It is a losing proposition. Always has been; but that has not stopped we fools from trying harder as things grow worse.


Why is this the way? It is easier? We are in the habit? We are blind to the obvious? Or, could it simply be that the source of troublemakers and the sorrows they cause is the selfishness you and me have lived by and we are so afraid to admit it?  Is the fear that to admit that we need to end selfishness means we will become NOTHING and we are terrified of being NOTHING?


Suppose with me that NOTHING is who we are? Wouldn’t that be funny? It will become much funnier when we all find out NOTHING is SOMETHING and SOMETHING is NOTHING AT ALL. If not sooner, folks, ladies and gentlemen, than on the day we die, on that day will it all become crystal clear to us. By and bye.


My name it is nothing.

My age it means less. 

God has the last laugh.

Inseparable am I from wilderness.


It’s not too late for us all to shape up our thinking to fit Another Plan…together as one.

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