A WHOOPER SWAN'S DIARY: 12/15/15

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!

Tuesday, December 15, 2015

THE FRIGHTENED GODS

In 2002 The Oakland A's did what seemed impossible. With a budget among the lowest in the big leagues they put together a winning team based on the notion that there were enough underrated players out there to do so that won 20 straight games, breaking the American league record that had stood for over a hundred years. A book and a movie called Money Ball tell the story of just how ignorant modern baseball had gotten. What is the real story is that money driven enterprises are always going to leave the best of the human race on the sidelines.

money driven enterprises are always going to leave the best of the human race on the sidelines.

And, friends, the system in place today is pure money driven greed. If not remodeled soon, it is going to sink like the Titanic, fold in upon itself in utter disgrace. Eight short years ago it was the banking industry that had to be bailed out to the tune of seven trillion dollars. This time it is probably going to be the bloated, over-stuffed, outlandish medical- pharmaceutical- insurance fraud perpetrated by the severely mentally ill that will be exposed when nobody can pay the bills. Lights out. Just how many times can we bail out the blind pigs and then follow them again? The insurance crowd is selling immortality insurance. Temporarily, the docs will be very busy and very rich...and then...what? What is the limit? Can anybody guess? How long will you play their unworthy game of nonsense?

What men call performance is living. What men call living is performance...going merely through the motions awaiting death. So, PERFORM, O, Ye Gods! Arise! Arise! (Join no movement, wear no garb of outer dignity relying entirely upon the integrity you came here as and do not ask anybody what to do first for only you know that.) Do that and you never need ask anyone what is your job here ever again.