A WHOOPER SWAN'S DIARY: 03/06/16

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 6, 2016

Unconsciousness. What is it? We think. We think of many things. Someday make a list of the things you think about. I bet it will be a long one. But one thing will be missing from the list for you never think about it. What is it? The only answer is that it is the one thing you never think about. Know what that is?

There is the empty space out of which thoughts arise. It exists. Do you doubt its existence? It is impossible to doubt, is it not? Stop even for a moment your thinking. Thinking, you learn, comes and it goes. It is and it is not. That which can be taken away is not real.

Let's play a game. You are a man. Pretend for a moment you are in a financial crisis. You are very worried. Afraid. Upset. You pull your hair. Curse God. Hate everybody. Then a beautiful woman comes into the room where you are who walks seductively to your table and asks a simple question of you. Just a small favor. Something you know you can do for her easily and well. She has the most appealing smile you have ever seen. You fall in love instantly.

You have no financial problem. Whatever can be erased like that is not real. Nothing that can be thought is real or true. Only what everybody agrees upon is true. Argument is a waste of time and effort. There is one problem, it is the father of all the others you have. In a place where there are no problems you arose. While there you were without troubles of any kind. You left. When you left the place where problems are not you found where problems abound. You stayed one day too long there. You forgot home. I am to remind you.

True meditation, and there is a lot that goes by its name that is false, is simply a visit home. There is a discovery to renew and renew daily. What is it? It is the understanding that nobody is meditating. Nobody, that is, who can be named or even thought about. A real no-body in other words. You know it better than you know anything else. Perhaps, even, it is better said that it is all you really know. You are the sum of all that is true which includes all things and is greater than the sum of all things. Do not even try thinking about it. Behold instead a swan!