A WHOOPER SWAN'S DIARY: 01/19/18

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!

Friday, January 19, 2018

The Nature Of What Is Happening

Frequently is heard, Why does God permit such atrocities?

Such thought arises is in a complete misunderstanding of what is happening. Something we had has been forgotten. We forget. Human beings forget. How? We become fascinated with what we are told we do not have but ought to have. Really, then, it is not so much a forgetting of truth as it is a foolish remembrance of what is not happening. In discomfort and confusion you are surely going to overlook what you have.

When you have forgotten the meanings behind the different clouds speaking in a language you once understood in the skyway you are hopelessly lost. You will not prepare for what is coming. God is speaking, we are ignorant and thus no longer listening. That is what is happening.

Someone blames God. Someone thinks God is cursing us and proposes to make sacrificial offerings to appease an angry Creator. But someone looks to the sky and foretells, Tomorrow is going to be a good day for fishing. (The Old Man and The Sea, a movie based on a novel by Ernest Hemingway.)

We might concern ourselves mutually with the question, Can I learn to remember? Regain what I had? Clouds remain. Interested? If something stirred in you, pay attention. Next day, remember. Pay attention. Keep it up. You will be aided from countless resources you did not know were available.