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, March 22, 2023

 MUSIC FROM the HEART of a DRIFTER


Listening to Dylan’s songs sent to me on the internet lately I wonder..who among us all (humans) is not a Master of War? It may be The Times Are A-Changin’ to a point nobody can deny any longer…it’s me! A growing understanding wells up in my ear that insanity will only end when the human is convinced it is into myself as I am living daily I must search and not out there or up there or under there. I must begin where I am. I need more than anything to find out what changes when I change first…completely change. A change just happened inside and my action was immediate and different. At that place Bob sang wildly about on the radio of the sixties I am on my own, a complete unknown, a rolling stone with no direction (fixed) home, and surprise! there is a deep calm, a clarity, a quiet, still mind with an assurance previously so lacking. Jesus did not want me to feel guilty, the cross was about a willingness to finally die in the psyche to what is not in service to all humanity. Not to make me Christian, not at all, but to reveal in a mirror a whole human, a true lover of the indivisible kind. I see through forces of division in conditioned thinking that separates brother from sister and brothers and sisters from one another like I see through water that runs down my drain. Amen.

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