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!

Sunday, March 26, 2023

 BUSY PEOPLE LOOKING FOR AWARDS


We are each somebody busy trying to be somebody else. The poets call it dreaming.Those who would be teachers call it a good idea. Institutions hope it will lead many to join their group. Walt Disney called it imagination. Bosses call it fresh meat. Wise ones call it being a fool. Life is lived by a poor player who struts and frets his hour upon the stage and is heard from no more…a tale told by an idiot…full of sound and fury…signifying nothing…and all our yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusty death. (some lines of wisdom about ambition drawn from Macbeth by W. Shakespeare)


You want to be somebody else because you want to be secure, admired, loved, accepted. Right? Being somebody else guarantees the one who wants those things will never know them. Any who know true love will be their own person. Get to know all you can about love.


Think about it. Listen. If one has got to be somebody else is it not obvious that one who is rejected by himself cannot possibly ever know love or be part of anything or belong anywhere? Life, in that case is totally wasted…lived by somebody else…and that somebody else is you mesmerizing itself. Find out who you really are.


The real you is consciously aware that he or she is the world and the world is he or she. That is the birth of true love and compassion. If I look into your eyes and recognize we are one that love is real and will not change according to time or culture or anything born of time and thought. It is altogether different from a love that arises from me (a product of culture) loving you ( only another cultural image). That love is the love of idiots. It’s a wonder they still can feed themselves. (last line borrowed from Bob Dylan song Idiot Wind) It is advised you listen carefully to a Dylan song Tombstone Blues now. I shall.





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