A WHOOPER SWAN'S DIARY: 06/13/18

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!

Wednesday, June 13, 2018

PEACE IS HERE NOW

Everybody agrees there is a tragedy that underlies the contemporary human condition. I come here to suggest to you the tragedy is best described as an illusion that overlies the truth that sets men free. So dig.

Shovel away the dirt of misunderstanding and you will uncover a peace that is already here. A peace that unites all people on Earth as one people. So, I ask you, is it not more intelligent for us to undertake the digging effort rather than continue past behavior spending enormous resources on trying to change the illusory condition which traditional behavior has always included war after war after war and has after all these thousands of years shown no reasonable potential, not even a hair of it, not even a grain on a hair, of potential for solving anything at all? How many times must the wiser ask, “We know we spend billions on war, what is the budget for peace?” before we understand the question at depth?

It is a shallow thought drives the train of this nation and it is this- peace is a name for a period when we are not making war, while preparing to make another. I tell you if you dig for it you will find a deeper thought and it is this-peace is not the absence of war, oh, no, war is the absence of peace. Peace, my friends, is truth, war a lie. Much wiser to spend resources on peace.

There is a popular western story told in American books and films throughout the Twentieth Century and beyond right up to this very day. In that popular distortion a town in the West is besieged by a tyrant and his dastardly gang of cutthroats. The town folk seek a hero to save them. Along comes the star of the show who, with a six shooter, kills about 25 men without reloading. It fits, actually, the rest of the farce. Nobody asks, what is the role of these pathetic town folk in this absurd drama? And only The Lone Ranger seems to know they will soon attract another set of hoodlums to town and again expect to be saved. But, this is good for business. It is all fun when it can be replayed in ink or on a screen again and again for dollars happily paid by foolish people who want to believe themselves to be right and others to be wrong. But it is bullshit! Bullshit soaked in innocent blood.

Want you give peace a chance? First in your own heart then among the others you will soon meet after you awaken? To awaken, or begin, all that is required is a glimpse of the truth just read, that peace is here now in me. I am the hero of my story.