A WHOOPER SWAN'S DIARY: 10/24/15

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!

Saturday, October 24, 2015

Once upon a time a young man wrote a song and sang the song on a recording and it became very popular in the country where he lived and even beyond its borders. The song was written in English and described a world where answers to difficult questions were blowin' in the wind. Many other singers recorded the song and it became recognized as an anthem of truth. So, what if the wind the song is about that carries the answers you and I most need to make this world a better place is actually the air that we breathe? It's a free wind of a sort. It comes every few seconds. It sustains us. It does carry our thoughts. Without its passage in each inhale and exhale of its colorless, invisible contents, brought to us effortlessly, no brain….no thought...no consciousness. Consider this a moment. You and I have all the answers to all the questions so why do we not make use of them? We select instead a body of lies we carry to use against having to face the truth we fear. What is it we so fear? I have been writing on this blog for many years. Today, it occurred to me to invite each reader to respond on the wind we share as human beings in a spirit of brotherhood. Why? Maybe a dialog can begin here that leads people home. Won't you try?