A WHOOPER SWAN'S DIARY: 04/20/17

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 20, 2017

Both Can Be Happy (with a green door)

Let's disposing of the sermons meet head on, face to face. To discuss what's happening. Do we even know? Solomon of Ecclesiastes noticed all men meet the same end. The good the bad the rich the poor the wise the foolish, etc. What if I see but a single situation? Birth life death. What difference does it make to notice the similarity of the singularity? The black hole.

Let's study it out. Not in books. In observing the force of nature all around us. Same fate. I will tell now only that my experience is that the simple observation daily of the phenomenon by an individual like me when confronted with a proposition that there are important differences holds me silent barely long enough for the other being to decide that I am okay as I am. Both of us can then be happy that the door is green.

Should I argue all night, and I have, I awaken at dawn to witness daylight.