A WHOOPER SWAN'S DIARY: 01/13/23

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, January 13, 2023

The Real Crisis

Things are not as we wish them to be. Why is that?

Could it be the direct result of nearly everybody living here as memories recorded on each brain as the history of a phony who knows itself by a name given it by other phonies measuring itself by abstract thoughts fed it by one or more of the many schools of thought? Phonies have one primary flaw. They are caught in a small world where the primary issue is to maximize pleasure and minimize pain. It is supposed by phonies that the superior ones among them who do this well will be the winners. Winners of what? It is called success. It should be spelled “SUCKCESS!

The source of pleasure is the source of pain. That is a fact nobody can change. So, trying to control pleasure and pain is a fool’s game.

It is a lottery where the winner loses all. If you find yourself at the top you are actually at the bottom.

Here is why that is. Those who live the way of pleasure never address the consequences of their action until things get so far out of hand that they are in crisis. People in crisis make terrible decisions. Only a quiet mind at rest can act in wisdom and bring harmony. Until there is peace inwardly the phonies will struggle to bring pleasure which…brings more pain. And it continues. Then the party is over.

We are in crisis on Earth now. Only a few who have found peace within will know what action to take. In silence there is no choice to be made. That is the reason for taking the time and effort to write this down hoping someone will realize the only real choice is always open to drop the phony personality and give maximum effort to finding a peaceful mind that ends debate. A peaceful mind will never be caught alive considering pleasure or pain to feed or avoid on behalf of a phony personality. It purely and truly acts now by certainty absent choice. This, the real choice, actually, believe it or not, permits some to live in paradise side-by-side among phonies who tremble.

Just say the line between you and me is not there.