A WHOOPER SWAN'S DIARY: 05/03/20

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!

Sunday, May 3, 2020

Human's Nature

I have been considering the understanding that governments and religions cannot bring peace but individual humans can. It is a grasp of the simple and obvious and is missed because we have for so long been transfixed by the world’s spin on things that keeps us in servitude of fictions waiting for the world to change.

You see, all attempts by us humans to organize ourselves amount to make-believe. Such nonsense calls upon our imaginations to pretend there is a nation, a religion, and all the little branches of both where there are no such beings in existence. Yet we are asked to serve them as a duty more certain than our duty to ourselves. We exist. They do not. By following such a shaky path without reason we force ourselves into an awful corner there to admit to ourselves and our children we are, by nature, lacking.

The incredible cooperation and interdependence the creative force of the Universe made and placed solidly in command as unshakable truth is called by us, “nature”, and we think and talk of it and behave as if we are not it but separate from it. That organization, though, is as certain as birth and death. Breath and no breath. None escape its power.

In the heart of each thing that exists is its nature. To that all but humans are bound to bow in loyal obedience. True peace is undoubtedly the knowing in one’s heart that to align with true, actual power is its (the heart’s) nature. Peace is felt not theorized. To feel I am, as I am, inseparable from Creation’s handiwork and so as such will always be true to the whole tapestry of nature without choice and having thereby no conflict with any part of it as separate from me means as a practical matter obvious to a child that peace is my nature.

By nature, you are an angel who came to Earth to show by your life the way home.