A WHOOPER SWAN'S DIARY: 08/29/22

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!

Monday, August 29, 2022

LIFE DEATH LOVE ARE ONE

The question concerning what is there after death is rather meaningless for you if you do not know how to live here now. Is that not so? At least explore into whether you are equipped, as you are, to live here at peace in this lifetime. By peace is meant a state in which one does not let other people get his kicks for him. Then there is more meaning to the first question…what is next? That question may be quite different for you when you are content and fulfilled to be as you are now rather than fearful.

I became attracted to a tale about a youngster who lived in the Nineteenth Century in New Mexico Territory branded with the monicker Billy the Kid by those who work for money making up falsehoods about someone to build a legendary person in the minds of readers. That Kid did not fear death. He may have died young but he lived freely outside any concern about how other people saw him and that is why he died young and not because of the number of revolutions of Earth around the Sun since the day of his birth. Youth is a state of mind. It interested me that such a human lived here. I spent years passionately digging into the nature of such a human as that. However many years, Billy lived in greatness. How thrilling!

You will get very little out of this reading as a writing. You must find out for yourself what is possible for you! Step out of the mainstream of human existence and step into the arena of a free life. That freedom is love. When it is done, there begins a recognition of your true relationship with those caught in the mainstream.