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!

Tuesday, September 6, 2022

 TWO HUMANS IN ONE BODY 


You can hear words spoken or read words written, and, depending on your understanding of the language, pick out a more or less clear message but the words you are  dealing with have meaning according to a dictionary agreed upon, more or less, by the society’s word police. Schools specialize in drilling this process into the brains of students mechanically. But the brains of the students of schools tend to become dull over time from being treated as machines rather than as living organisms, which they are. The magnitude  of what is lost is unknown. We know these dull-minded folks are manageable. Free-living humans, on the other hand, are unmanageable. And- listen to this-the process begun in school never ceases all the way through several advanced degrees and all the actual scientific work of the person on the same narrow subject and just how does that shape, or misshape a human brain? Plenty, I am afraid. 


By contrast, you may be outdoors on a walk or just sitting under a tree and hear a bird singing. Then you hear a second bird respond to the first one in conversation. In this way you, if alive, must gather a message which is beyond words invented by humans. It is certain, though,  that by the brain’s training beginning at school your brain will rather quickly begin a programmed response to the event inside your head using words. And yet the message beyond words is there and can still be accessed by the human as well along side the wordy dialogue. So, with a single simple happening in nature there are two messages received in the human and I ask you which is more vital? And further, is it important or necessary to store in the brain either of them?


One thing new has occurred to the writer of these words. Is it possible for a human to have a sufficiently still mind to find out for certain what, if any, use we have for a book of vague, contradictory and dead words arranged in the past? Does that not prevent anything new? Or, can we discover a proper and safe use for some words that is not so destructive to ourselves? For example, scientists, politicians, philosophers, religious orders and married couples, as we know, seldom agree. Conflicts will grow into wars. What if the battle of the sexes, as old as mankind, was created by words? Who knows the extent to which that battle has been corruptive of the children? 

Sincerely,


J Whooperswan

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