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, January 12, 2022

 One Question


Whoever you are, read this with eyes of a newborn baby. Do you consider yourself to have  problems to resolve?  List a few. Now, I suggest to you we can address them one at a time and find a possible solution to each one with great difficulty which will probably not work or we can simply  ask ourselves this: 


Do I have, truly, anything unselfish to offer the world as a worthy contribution to goodness?


Mean it. You will never have to seek answers to another question for the rest of your life for you will be far too busy giving of your talents without end to the whole world. You will say “I do not explain myself to anybody”. You just will not feel like having a problem. 


Note: Should you balk at being able to read these words with eyes of a newborn ask instead, and mean it-

Is it possible for me to perceive the world as a new born infant? 


Mean it and you will always perceive with such freshness for the rest of your life. You will just not feel like having a problem.

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