A WHOOPER SWAN'S DIARY: 03/24/16

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!

Thursday, March 24, 2016

IF WE MURDERED BILLY

GOT AWAY WITH IT

that's our burden

Well, if we can murder Billy the Kid and get away with it, mankind is doomed.

There is a disease for which no doctor has a name nor a cure. It is the disease that comes from being unconscious that one's greatness lies in utter weakness. It kills more than any disease named or to be named ever. Well, if we can murder Billy the Kid and get away with it, nobody has a chance.

If a soul so large as that of Jesus Christ cannot influence people to turn away from self promotion in order to practice love, what chance have you or I?

Billy said, I am not afraid of dying, I just do not want to be killed like a dog, unarmed. So, I'll keep on shooting until I run out of bullets. Fuck it! Is this all fake? There is no chance for mankind, a fiction, but there is a chance that never expires for an individual. Every attempt by people to create an organization among men and women is absent truth. It is like a farmer trying to grow a crop with soil and water in the absence of seed. Things are on Earth as they are. Only the meek get it. So, we don't get away with it.

I think this. People who despise honesty in sexual behavior and think they can make a better world by controlling others will soon have deep, ugly, twisted, filthy desires of their own they are hiding. So we don't get away with it. That disease makes them so furious. These poor souls suffer in the belief none are they who love truly. People who oppose the freedom to be whoever I am cannot be trusted for every child knows all of us are just that and that alone and want to make love of it.

A whore is at least honest in one thing. The whore makes it plain she or he makes no claim to respectability in society's eyes. Far more honest is she than the reputable business people who sell things like shoes or houses or deodorants or ice cream cones or pharmaceuticals or legal services or medical treatment or Bibles. And vastly more honest is she than those who enforce the laws and those who defend the accused. It is simple really. Those people just listed make the bold statement every day and throughout every day that they are indeed respectable people and yet know better in their hearts. Thus do their lies pile up. So we don't get away with it.

The first thing to go on the road to freedom and peace is reputation. I do not want you to think me an honest man. I want to be one. For I see how much greater is the life of such a one. I seek a great life not material wealth. I do not oppose you, whoever you are, I just wanna make love with you. Like I said, I am not respectable.

The next to go on the road to freedom and peace is quarreling. One is not concerned with getting what one deserves anymore and, what is more, everybody you meet knows that about you without a word of it from you. Something murders you many times a day that loves the kids we murder. And, as you know, we can murder a kid in a thousand ways. Well, like I said, if we murdered the Kid and got away with it, that was our burden, back then. So, we don't get away with it. Only the broken disreputable will understand. Only the meek inherit the Earth. It is so as it shall be evermore.