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!

Monday, November 14, 2022

 YOU ARE YOUR OWN GURU


You can observe you have a conditioned mind that is always chattering. The false guru outside says you must make your mind become quiet in order to enjoy peace. That is just not possible. The observer is the observed. Who is to do it? The mind that thinks and chatters? The chattering mind is clever. 


The mind that chatters will play along by even assuming a correct posture so as to recite mantras or concentrate on a pretty object that is peaceful or your breathing or pray if you wish for boons all of it to give you a brief break from its chaotic behavior but soon after it will return and as strong as ever. This is the clever mind’s way to keep an eye on you and continue to control you. The guru will make a lot of money. It will amount to a self-mesmerizing folly.


The true message is that you must find a silence within that is not the absence of sound and a stillness there that is not the absence of motion. Such a place is unknown to the thinking mind. When it is found you will discover you have entered a gap in the traffic jam of your brain where you may have peace under every condition and then the mind in awe itself will settle down by itself. In a moment there will have been asked: who is meditating? And the answer will totally throw the would-be meditator out the window. And the answer to the question “How can I keep this?” that follows will be “It is entirely up to you.”



You will find when freed from all the effort required by one bottled up in the traffic of a misused brain you have available an enormous surplus of energy now and a much deeper intelligence is present. In gladness all will have been well worth the mercifully small effort required. And the effort to do this will have been a joy.

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