A WHOOPER SWAN'S DIARY: 08/06/23

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!

Sunday, August 6, 2023

REALITY

So many scriptures, so many poems,

so many songs, so many eloquently spoken speeches have summed up the human situation as “it may be terrible now but one day a Mighty Force will intervene on behalf of all who suffer and bring down the forces of evil in a ghastly explosion of fiery retribution and they will know how awful they have been to the good ones just before they are swallowed up forever.

That message, as old as it is, has the ears of the self-made righteous in a way that it actually keeps the horror show moving onward with all its unfulfilled promises. Call it the message of “someday”.

Take note that the message of “someday” always depends on a solid belief in the “righteous” and the “evil forces” who oppose one another. That reality is an invention of the thinking minds of human beings. Words divide. The result of this type of reality in a mind is Hell on Earth. We know it well. It is where those live who are hoping for a “someday”. Can I love my enemies?

Have you noticed the fact that all organized religions are a bundle of promises that never come true? Their focus is always “out there”. Another term for “forces of evil” would be “the out there bunches”. Hell, every person who lives on greed is a religious freak for “out there is going to be enough”. Do not jump to defend something. Pause. Pay attention to what you know.

Try to see that every time someone is hurt psychologically the concept of “good people and bad people” instantly emerges. The thought is supposed to make the injury go away or at least to diminish in intensity. The real truth is the injury will remain to plague its owner for as long as he lives unless the injured party can discover there is another reality. Life in a divided world is Hell. It has to be. Let us turn to that other reality now.

Another reality. It is this: Heaven is here and it is now. In that case, my only difficulty is that I am ignorant of its presence. My ignorance is the cause of my my belief that some other human being has the power to injure me psychologically. My problem is that I do not know myself completely. I think of myself in the way I was taught to do it. I am my image of myself, in other words. I imagine I am what I think others think I am. In that state I am controllable by flattery and by insult to my image. I can see now how long I have been vulnerable in this way and how often I have been controlled by the opinions of others. I also see that the very concepts of “good” people and “bad people” are based on my vulnerability to all those “opinions”. I see now that I have been conditioned to substitute a fake world in the place of the real one. The fake one is the invention of thoughts. Obviously, the real one was not invented by human thought.

Can I change? Do not ask “how?” That would only be the fake world’s conditioned response. We are in need of creativity, not invention of another fake world. Creativity arises in immediate perception. Is that not obvious? Ye are gods having nothing to do except enjoy Heaven in communion with all you meet. I once became angry enough to want to kill a little old lady for driving too slowly and it turned out that her slowing me down caused me to make a stop I had intended but had failed to make for months on a matter very important to me! Kindness abounds.