A WHOOPER SWAN'S DIARY: 07/07/22

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, July 7, 2022

Everybody do what you want!

Hey, that’s a good idea, let’s organize along those lines.

How can you organize “everybody do what you want”? What would it be like if a rose needed to know it is a rose to smell as sweet? They would be sent to school?

Perhaps the true definition of “organize” is “to take away freedom, compassion and all its many joys”. Better take care of compassion.

To have compassion one must only lose the desire to show everybody you can “make it” inside an organized game that is a set of arbitrary rules made and enforced by “the company’s men” and includes a religious belief that in another life you will be free in order to attract followers. That is quite a heavy dose of fraud! Little wonder it requires rockets, bombs, satellites, computers, light bulbs, books, movies and television to keep it afloat!

People who promote the organized way of living want you to blindly assume that the only alternative is to return to a caveman lifestyle. Little do they know that the alternative would flower into a garden of existence now only crudely imagined. The Garden is here now. Only the fertilizer, love and courage, are missing and both of those are inside the hearts of all human beings.