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, September 19, 2022

 The New Human


Around me a whole new breed of people are here who live in a psychological world without past or future who are good at what they do but do it from something entirely different than the kind of people who have a past and a future. The ones with a past and future have inhabited Earth for a very long time and are compelled to explain and analyze what they do in terms of a system based in competition. The members of this new type explain nothing they do but offer comments like "we do what is the next thing up to do" and "we love what we do"..."we love each other"..."we read the whole field at once". 


 These two types are all bunched up together in various human activities. I suspect the ones without time actually get what the others are doing but have no interest in joining them and know they have no need to fear the ones who live in time but the ones with a past and future have no clue what the timeless ones are doing or how they do it or even whether they are doing things in a different way and still insist on explaining everything on the basis of competition. 

                                       

Writing this makes me laugh happily. There is something comical going on among these new humans who seem to say as they remain upright, calm, and on even keel: "I see what you do while considering a past and a future is mechanical and has you going nowhere accomplishing nothing whereas merely doing the next thing up is a wonderland open to that which is always timeless, new, and exciting and puts much less wear on the body!