A WHOOPER SWAN'S DIARY: 10/29/21

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, October 29, 2021

We Wonder

We wonder why the world we live in is such a mess. We got people everywhere all over the society who are broken humans occupying positions of authority over someone else. A person who is broken cannot fix anybody else. Such a person needs absolutely to abstain from even thinking of another until he or she fixes her own brokenness. Any action such a broken person takes will go astray of the mark. No nation on Earth has ever had a leader who was not broken. Know how I know that?

As soon as a broken person is healed they know, without doubt, that nobody who is whole and unbroken will entertain even for a second the suggestion of a position of authority. The whole person knows only brothers and sisters who are doing the best they can at any moment and is clear that the only assistance he or she can give is to love that person where she or he stands. This “love thing” means simply the unbroken person is going to be true to who she or he is and treat the other as a fellow “just like me”. Sing them a song if they will listen. Otherwise, just hang as one of the crowd. Nothing need be accomplished. That is the key.

By the “key” I mean everything that needed to be accomplished has been accomplished at the beginning of the Universe. It is unfolding its way and nobody can change that. Human beings came along at exactly the correct moment to be the appreciators of the marvel. The marvel is present that has always been. We are incapable of change, alteration, or control of anything for we do not even know where we are nor where we are bound. The whole person has simply accepted his or her role as appreciator. It is so much fun! And it is something I do well. I cannot fuck up appreciation. It is a relief to know my job is one I am perfectly designed to perform. Millions are fucking up politics, religion, education, medicine, sports, entertainment, and all the rest of it as you read this little writing.

For centuries priests have been playing a role as intermediators between God and you and me. Interpreters of truth. Authorities. I do not need any interpreter when I appreciate. I never have needed one. As time went by, we have substituted “professionals” of all sorts as the new “priests” to interpret truth. Nothing could be more silly.

I do not want you to listen to me and agree with me. No. Not at all. I want you to see how interested you are in the subject and get busy finding out for yourself what is so. I have a little candle that is lit. It can light another. I just hang in the crowd. Singing a song to you is an unlimited thing. Nobody has a corner on it. Bob Dylan showed us that. La La La.

A Rolling Stone