A WHOOPER SWAN'S DIARY: 12/03/22

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!

Saturday, December 3, 2022

Two friends were out for a walk.

First: Thought would never sink to creating with words a thing that is pure fiction and believe it can own property to the exclusion of people and employee people to work for it and lobby politicians in office and bring lawsuits in courts and employ armies to fight wars on its behalf and actually hold meetings and think for itself, and inspire human beings to be loyal to all of its programs would it? Would thought do that? Does thought realize it has created this mess we endure where government, religion, and commerce on Earth are controlled by such idiotic pretense?

Second: No, it anticipated your concern in advance and it created you and me first to be its fictitious thinkers. It is all on you and me now.

First: The very complex fiction you have pointed out is seen by you now by some miracle arising from someplace beyond thought. And, out with you on this walk, I can hear your clear, direct truth miraculously from that place beyond time and thought, too. It is up to us. You and I have created the fiction we serve.

Second: It is so! Life has been made fiction and fiction has taken its place. Why, today, we even die by a system of thought as fictional robots. We need to stay home where life and sanity reside and tend to our own affairs. Let us commit to that.

First: And leave all fiction to work out its own demise. Calvin, I ask you now, based on actual experience of thinking, what do you know is the motive of every thought of any fictional character. To be real? You think?

Second: Of course, it is like the story of Pinocchio the wooden puppet who wanted more than anything to be a real boy. Had to find his heart and the meaning of love. That is what the world needs now more than anything. Compassion and lots of it!

First: Like Pinocchio each human needs to find the courage within to find out the truth of “who am I?” End suffering! And live and die as humans!