A WHOOPER SWAN'S DIARY: 11/13/22

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!

Sunday, November 13, 2022

As I See It

I really don’t know whether anybody will get a thing out of whatever I have to say, but that being said, I’ll go on and try. It’s like this I write is off the main grid or something. It is not mere verbal sentences.

Everybody has got to be careful when they listen to anybody. Because the words that come will not be said by anything that is real.They will be said, instead, by an image the guy speaking them has invented to live in a cock-eyed world.

Time and the thoughts that belong to it were introduced in human existence when people first decided it would be better to be different than we are. Language enabled the attempt to make up a method to try that out. That requires time. It is a mechanical process. Inwardly, there is no time. See the impossible contradiction? It has made an awful mess but people are too far gone now to even begin to see we are doing it.

I mean to say that we are actually on many different paths each of which was originated to improve humans. Time is necessary to carry on. Now many ways are being invented to get us back to where we started. None of them work. Using a method based on time and thought to get back to the place we started from only takes us farther away. This is so because an image that began using time and words as a basis of living is being relied upon to free us from all images while only images are in need of freedom. Those Images are the mess. For any human to be free the images and all their museums must go. Images created the concept of death as the opposite of life and fear it.

Look at how strongly we are wedded to a story form. It must have a beginning, middle, and end. There is no story unless it ends and unless we know it will end we cry “Foul!” And yet life is a constant motion. Everybody has got to be careful when they listen to anybody. Taking great care is all we can do. At some point by simply taking great care the truth within us will act to restore itself. Enjoy the beauty! It is here now.