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!

Thursday, May 25, 2023

Societies and Dropping the Ball



Time and thought are one thing. They bring fear. Freedom is “no fear”. Recently, I resumed a life long love with throwing and catching a ball. Very quickly, it came right in my face that to catch a ball or in anyway intercept its progress takes place in some dimension way beyond thinking. It became so obvious that when I caught the ball thinking was entirely absent. That stunned me at first and kinda shook me up. It was so clear, though, and I remembered my childhood had borne that out. To catch a moving object is a total action.  Pure.  And simple. EITHER ONE CATCHES IT OR ONE DOES NOT. 


A relationship is exactly the same…beyond thinking and fear. Think about a relationship and you will muff the moment and appear a fool. Try to make it happen and you fail every time. Insight will show that every experience and the experiencer are the same thing as well. To separate the two in the mind is to introduce fear. Freedom is “no fear”.  LIFE IS RELATIONSHIP!  So, thought fucks up life. Relationship is total action. Pure. And simple. You already know this. 


There are many types of societies in the world made by man. There are nations, states, religious societies, societies of those devoted to causes, societies of common self-interest (lawyers, doctors, teachers, gangs, etc. ) We have become a species now that depends on these ambitious, selfish societies to mold and distribute the leaders who will direct the great mass of society on a path well- thought-out by the intellect of its membership. The mass of men and women are instructed to obey rules made by thinking in return for promises that they will be cared-for and their needs met. Such an approach is so corrupt throughout that it can lead and it has only led to a more and more mad chaos of dropped balls. Will we ever learn to be present?


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