A WHOOPER SWAN'S DIARY: 09/12/19

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, September 12, 2019

REAL CULPRIT

Civilization is the culprit in the play of life. Since its history is written to justify the killing of other people who were only imagined to be unlike the killers, truth plays no part in history of a civilization. And civilization never plays fair. It is a fact that the very leaders who condemned to death war criminals from WWII, acted in exactly the same manner as the condemned immediately following the victory even using notes the criminals made concerning their crimes as guides to be duplicated and enlarged upon. And, anyone who writes laws for other people to follow would be totally amazed (and embarrassed) to be shown that people who are related to in a loving manner as unfragmented, dignified adults knowing exactly how to use information to decide for themselves how to live among others harmoniously will always act bravely and wisely and consider another as themselves with another face. I say this because in a former life I was actually a lawmaker who was shown in just this way. I had the opportunity to change for the better and see with new eyes how great a human being is when freed to show it.