A WHOOPER SWAN'S DIARY: 08/22/23

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!

Tuesday, August 22, 2023

GREATEST of SECRETS

You see the man who has worn-out shoes and dirty, wrinkled clothes who carries no wallet or digital card looking hungry and tired on foot as a poor, unfortunate person in need. You could not be more in error, my friend. The man only becomes “poor” when someone with more comes by and tells him so, saying something with words or mannerisms or energy vibrations from thoughts like, “you poor thing, I am sorry for you, please take this donation I offer to you as someone better off should be willing to do.”

I do not tell what I’ve written here as a theoretical philosophy, oh no, it is told from one who knows who has “been there” and told out of love. In this way the man you saw as poor repays you ten-fold. By now, I have been there many times and each time was priceless gain in uplifting consciousness. That is the only place wealth is properly going to be found. The wise man is one and the same as the humble man, and knows the greatest of secrets. The one you call poor is much closer to wisdom than are you, Sir. The rich man who hoards his wealth is a fool who will behave as a fool, don’t you see? Who believes this life is a competition that rewards the one who has the most toys? How silly! God comes to life as human on Earth time and time again. Is it to impress? More silliness!

Vincent van Gogh on the day he finally realized he was born to paint beautiful colors on canvas was so elated he walked many miles in a snow storm in worn-out shoes with holes and no coat only to tell his cousin, a painter himself, that he was going to paint! He returned alive but in a very cold, tired, aching, hungry body but, in his words, was as happy as a man can be. This is what I am talking about. Today one of his paintings sells for millions of dollars or more! He repays a hundred fold! But much, much more than that he repays with masterpieces of art for the human soul. Get this, only the very wealthy can afford such prices so if they are not fools how do you explain them paying so much for a poor lunatic’s work when the man never earned a penny for his work while alive? What’s that about? Think it over. This is your life after all. Are you wasting it out of fear?