A WHOOPER SWAN'S DIARY: 04/28/16

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, April 28, 2016

Who are we? We live in our heads. You and I are being hypnotized continually by corporate greed to vote for the candidates of its choice. We like it. We insist upon it. They laugh their asses off. We laugh at ourselves as if by choice. We dance on cue. To somebody else's tune. He who pays us plays our tune for us. Who are we?

Hey, you have to exist in a cloud of stupidity to suffer this world's laughable images. Nations are imaginary. All of them, not just the other guy's. Yours! There is no cloud where your information is stored. They have made you to think that way for a reason. The reason is to control you. To manipulate you. You are your only hope for an escape from the programmed nuthouse. One nut at a time.

I heard an intelligent man speak recently of what it means to be an American. He is capable. He makes lots of money. He is a boss; yet exists in a cloud of stupidity. What it means to be an American? Only someone who is willing to falsify a presentation to others will talk in such a manner. Nobody is American. We are what the wind says we are. Listen. Fail in this and you remain in the nuthouse. People who live in nuthouses are nuts. Anything can happen there. Many make a promise to straighten out the circle of idiots from inside the circle. What the Hell is that?

Okay, the country-western song goes, I'll be at peace when they lay me down... But, listen. If you fail to find the peace you wish for before death, when it's right inside you all the time, how you gonna find it as a skeleton? I mean, if you cannot find it with a living brain tied to a living heart...and a lantern...and two hands...too busy trying to find out what you don't know to notice what you do...well, what have you to complain about?