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, November 22, 2022

 ONCE A KID


Once there was a child who did not want to go to school. “I want to stay home today” he told his parents day after day and  an argument followed. 


The child, being so young, had no vocabulary yet to answer the question his parents asked “What’s wrong with you!” He might have told them: 


 “The school is narrowing my view of life day after day and I am inadequate to defend what I am from their line of reasoning which I find utterly alien to me. They let me know they have plans for me and I am so determined I should follow my own plan all the days of life. I pray to find someone who understands my great anxiety.”  


The child’s body is older now but his heart remains forever young and still beats out the same message and he has found a way today to express his life long pain in his own words. It is the lament of every kid ever born on Earth. It is all inclusive and springs from no goal or motive….encourage me and let me be. Encourage me and I will show you things you only once dreamed of.



For Charly

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