A WHOOPER SWAN'S DIARY: 08/02/16

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!

Tuesday, August 2, 2016

So, I saw an ad on the internet appealing to a wish someone knows to have been planted in me to be more than I am. It said, Be more than you are! Well, it also said, If you have a clear picture of where you want to be, you will make much better decisions. I stopped reading right there. So many teachers out there are constantly appealing to us to set ourselves some vision of what we want to become and we will become it. Many have tried and the world stays the same. No. It grows more lonely.

Why? Simple. Once you are lost, the only road back home is just that. Otherwise, there can be no chance someone will discover the truth concerning….what is it you really do HAVE? The way home is to empty yourself of the burdens you carry that are not your own. It is surprising what is left to you after you do that.

Not only are goals pointing away from your deepest dream, they are shrinking it. What you are looking for you have already. Call off the search. Doors of opportunity will swing open where you will swear they could not have been.

Whenever anyone dressed as a teacher suggests he or she can help you become somebody you can be proud to be, reply simply, "Fuck off!"

There is a real hard worker who is not trying to remake nature to its liking. I hope you meet that.