A WHOOPER SWAN'S DIARY: 12/10/22

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 10, 2022

Healing the psyche. What is that? Well, let’s say for now it is the place inside a human being that is an invisible, immaterial world of its own and is where we actually dwell. Okay? It includes all our thoughts, wishes, ambition, desires, hatreds, anger, greed, fear, and more. It has been seen as a gateway into an infinite realm called often “the unknown”. There is all we do not know and that is a lot. It is a waste to try and define it further. All conscious living humans know of it.

Is the psyche a thing we share as common to all of us? Is the psyche in need of healing? When the material body needs healing we are very anxious to obtain that as soon as possible. Without it the body dies. But the question here is what about the psyche? If I heal my body and leave the psyche as is what is bound to happen? Another episode of physical sickness?

When two countries are at war and the shooting and bombing is stopped and nothing is changed in the psyche of the people what is bound to happen? If people are starving and some others give them money to buy food and nothing is done about the condition of the psyche of those starving people what is bound to happen?

One way to look at this is to consider the intellectual who writes a theoretical piece on the subject of peace as opposed to the poet who writes poetry arising from an actual feeling of peacefulness. If I read the poem with a critical mind especially made up already, a place of knowledge rather than a place of the unknown, and determine we should be peaceful and not be violent I am going to turn to the intellect to make a plan for correcting the world outside. Since the psyche is not altered what is bound to happen? You know because it has happened time and time again for thousands and thousands of years already. It has also happened inside your family behind closed doors day after day all your life.