A WHOOPER SWAN'S DIARY: 08/12/22

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!

Friday, August 12, 2022

Angels rush in where fools fear to tread and the joke is that the place is where nobody need defend himself against any other and beauty abounds all around and kindness rules and generosity overwhelms while harmony prevails. The place is timeless and is within the human consciousness of everyone deeper, much deeper than is the place of ego, also within us, which was put together by the world of human beings over time so time rules there and it pleases human egos which fear in horror any place where time is not available to them for they worship time.

Egos have to think, you know, and figure out everything in advance of action. Where the angels rush to be there is no thinking at all which means, of course, there is no confusion at all. You can go there instantly and stay as long as you like but you cannot take ego (your self image) with you. There is a way to work out an arrangement with ego (the thinker) to divide your life between the timeless and the time bound. Look very closely at both and realize, hey, we will let thinking do what it is good at and we will do the rest from the place of beauty. There is so much more intelligence where there is no wastage of energy on conflict and confusion.