A WHOOPER SWAN'S DIARY: 06/13/16

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!

Monday, June 13, 2016

Only a person who finds it in himself to resolve all problems from the truth of his existence will know what he was born to do. While one depends on any others for safety and direction and the dollars to pay for his needs one remains crippled, sad, lonely and dissatisfied. All one needs is in storage safely awaiting delivery to you by the hands of everybody you meet as if by magic at the exact right moment in time. You know that. You knew it at the beginning.

You doubt what you know because you are haunted by ghosts placed in your mind to lead you to depend upon society, the total ghost, for all your needs from cradle to grave. And beyond. (Although there is no evidence society has more than a story for that one.) It has pills and donuts and dirty pictures and toys that break and all the rest, though. You will not want for a thing, it is said. Sign up. Then call the police or fire department or insurance companies or one of the other many friendly government offices or a church or the military industrial complex into your problems to solve them for you. All of your many enemies surround you now. Get help. Fight cancer. To fight it you are going to need experts and we have plenty. Cancer hates you and is trying to kill you. Do you believe that? Sign up.

What bullshit!

All the named enemies you fear, all and every one of them, are but illusions. That is so. Rattlesnakes do not want to bite you. That is the last thing they want to do. You are not on their menu. Taste awful. Tough. Anyway, they need to conserve the venom. So, they warn you before they strike. Do you know even one human friend who will do that for you? No sir. Other humans warn you only when they have no intention of striking...yet. When they decide to kill they strike from ambush and with greater numbers and more weapons than you.

In the human realm the only enemies you have are the result of one of your ghosts having provoked one of theirs. The only war is the one constant war in the ghost world (world of the total ghost) you believe you inhabit because you now are the ghosts placed in your mind in combination. That is what doctors treat so they promote its actuality and your fear of it. The doctors are as crazy as your (and their) ghosts permit them to be. The moment you decide to call off the ghosts in your head and order them to cease provoking neighboring ghosts, you will know peace. It is not as easy as it sounds. In fact it is much, much harder than to continue to believe in ghosts. But it is great.

Oh, that is what you were born to do. And, you knew it at the beginning.