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!

Wednesday, October 12, 2022

 What is called life is the pursuit of happiness over time through thought. Actually, life is a timeless movement arising from beyond thoughts.Thinking is good for something like remembering where you left your keys but thought must never be allowed to interfere with one’s life. It only brings conflict and confusion in that arena. 

Problem solving sets up patterns and is mechanistic which life is certainly not! Life is in motion and is always fresh and new. So, whenever one approaches it by thinking to problem solve one will be stuck in the dead past repeating the same mistakes totally absent from life which has moved on without you. In that way every war is the same war so thinking concludes: “war will always be with us”. War is practiced by people who try to live in the past. It is so unnecessary. It is a tragedy.


Two nations are arguing over territory. Unable to agree, war begins. Many on both sides will die, many will suffer great losses. At the end one will receive the territory by violent force which means it has acquired one half of many dead babies which can be likened to the one Solomon agreed to divide between the two women who argued before him over who was the rightful mother of a child. The dead bodies means there will be another war, just a matter of time. And more dead bodies. Dead in past wars are memorialized to mandate another war. When will we ever learn? Solomon was wise and knew the true mother would give up her baby to see it live and that mother would act in the timeless realm where something brand new is bound to happen. Is anyone getting this?

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