A WHOOPER SWAN'S DIARY: 06/15/23

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!

Thursday, June 15, 2023

THE ONE WHO IS WISE

If you are deprived for any reason of the tit you have been sucking or ought to have been sucking, suck the tit you can suck now. Like all word expressions this one is quite limited and can confuse. But from a deep memory we want to speak or write or sing or dance or ___________ in communion with all others.

One deeply sad story that happens all the time everywhere is an infant is abandoned by the parent. It has been told and retold millions of times. It really is duplicated so many ways in every human life…I am alone and should not be alone…what’s wrong with me? and 99% of the time and effort devoted to this situation, which is everybody’s, is in the realm of psychotherapy or religion or politics all of which is the well intended intellect and is ignorant of the first element of life. The simple, direct answer is: you are not alone, and the reason you feel that way is you have been trained to think you are isolated so you can be manipulated by a society of people (which is a named fiction and exclusionary). This world wide practice for ages is born of fear and a deep hunger for security. Their idea of being in community is to be a well-behaved robotic neurotic. Talk and walk and do as we do and we will accept you not as you are but as you have striven to become. This writing could go deeper but the nature of truth is that nobody can discuss the truth with anybody else because anybody else is hopelessly attached to the belief “I am alone, isolated, as an individual personality”.

So we’ll stop. It is up to you to study yourself as you think you are and allow truth to come upon you as you are. It is not to be learned or taught it is true. It is something like what do you have left when all you have been taught is discarded? As an individual I was taught to be a lawyer. Soon I became miserable in that role. I tried many ways to change “me” to accept my role happily and none worked. I divorced and separated with children. Then sought from psychotherapy, religion, and politics relief from the suffering. Finally, it was that all I had learned about law practice was useless to me and Poof! I was gone and nobody was present. There was not even a hippie or a seeker present. Nobody is unerringly wise all the time.

It is the hope of Whooper Swan you meet up with that ...Nobody soon.

THE END