A WHOOPER SWAN'S DIARY: 01/22/18

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!

Monday, January 22, 2018

Everybody, everybody lives inside a perfect body-

how do I know?

I have hated mine so often and have abused it very badly and still

when I am wholly one within it as I am at this sweet moment who I am now knows

all about doubt free dancing in a sea of all-consuming presence and the outline of my skin shell swells as a band of light dances around its perim

eter into an an ever-broadening awareness

a thousand light years into the heavens brandished ever more outward and waving in a musical extravaganza that takes me with it on its mission soaring forth a once forsaken now a passenger of some secret capsule sent to God

courtesy rocket fuel engendered by a spotlighted brave and oh, so fragile human singer and a song

where I remain for half a moment seeming to last forever spellbound in the Presence while an unseen kindness fills my lungs with sparklers

(hush) from within this magic body

Everybody, everybody lives inside a perfect body

how do I know?

When I let go-

and when will I choose to remain inside this knowledge as one would who walks always a starry pathway across all strata of being in perfection glorified, yielding, weightless, flawless, and unburdened?

What can force one who has seen the Face to return to the imperfect body of the burdened fellow? I hear a voice saying, it's up to you now.

Everybody, everybody lives inside a perfect body,

and we know It!