Real Education on the Edge of Civilization (FREEPOM)

By JC Collins

“Every teacher should realize he is a social servant set apart for the maintenance of the proper social order and the securing of the right social growth.” – John Dewey, 1897

 

As a summertime child I would squash bee’s in-between my hands.

Fade from silence.

The school bell rang and like Pavlov’s dog the student masses shuffled forth.  Lacking scholastic enthusiasm I begrudgingly dragged a well-worn Star Wars backpack which banged and bopped off the heels of equally worn Star Wars runners.   Groups of students weaved and dodged through the halls and doorways towards the waiting lessons and learnings which were meant to educate us and prepare us for the real world which awaited just around the corner of childhood.

Or so we were told.

The gruelling chore of having to sit still in a hard plastic chair for multiple hour long classes throughout the school day was a living hell on earth.  Nothing about it spoke to my inner spirit and inquisitive brain.  The whole well-engineered curriculum of segmented and fragmented learning pulled my mind apart in opposite directions and retarded the universal process of becoming which I felt attempting to develop inside me.

Some eagerly responded to the Pavlov bell with the anticipation of making teachers and parents proud of their ability to accumulate knowledge and pass tests.  Some just shrugged and accepted the toil of the school week while secretly waiting for the adventures which came on the weekends.  Others hid the feelings of disdain and irrelevance which they felt for the school process.

But some, a small minority perhaps, like myself, felt trapped in a never ending cycle of mental and spiritual torture.  Confusion was a common feeling which I could never share with others.  The crushing weight of not fitting into a system which conditioned and disorganized the masses was only equalled by the sense of failure which came with not succeeding in that system.  Even knowing fundamentally that the system was not achieving what it was self-promoting couldn’t stem the feelings of loss for not belonging and fitting in.

It was very clear to me at a young age that the system was not informing us about the realities of the world and its structure.  Both parents and teachers lied without understanding that they were lying.  Everyone blindly followed the path that was placed in front of them.  No one questioned the validity of the information or process.  It was always thought that the system was truthful and built with honest purpose.

No one around me could see the patterns and spaces which filled the emptiness of this manufactured world.  It was a flattened two dimensional wasteland of the mind which blew dead seeds across its cracked expanse.   We were all the ghosts of those who had not yet passed.

Why couldn’t others see what I saw?

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Later in life I would come to understand that I shared the characteristics and qualities of something called Asperger’s.  Stumbling upon this realization was like turning on a light switch.  The gears and grinders of the life I had before stopped moving and a peaceful awareness steadied the motion of the world around me.

Was this the beginning of the becoming? Or was I being raised from the dead?

Labels come and go but what remains is the truth which unfolds inside of us.   Subjective though life can be, for each of us there is a pattern which defines and directs the purpose of our lives.  This pattern is not always well defined and clear.  It takes great patience and self-reflection for the water to draw forth the design of life.

In this pattern all things are interconnected and flow in and out of one another with the ease of Gods mighty brush.  The educational curriculums which have spread across this world like a soul disease encourage self-ignorance and scatter the shattered fragments of ones manifesting pattern.  We exist in a land of the dead with the promise of life just out of reach.  The pattern remains unformed and broken.

The transformation from childhood to adulthood brought little relief.  School friends moved on in different directions and the world became even more confusing.  The additional information and knowledge I accumulated did little to provide a return to silence.  Nothing was as it was described and sold to us disorganized masses.  It was as if our civilization was an engineered human bee hive with everyone serving a human bee hive purpose.

There were the worker bees on the edges which built the outer structure based on the blue prints provided.  The next layer in were the management bees which ensured that the worker bees were performing as expected and following the blue print.  Further in and closer to the source of bee hive power were the corporate owners and statesmen bees.  These bees acted as the conduit for the engineering which was created further in at the philosopher and learned bee layer.  These bees took direction from the royal queen bee in the center.  But these bees could also, if brave enough, change the disposition and desire of the queen bee.

What was kept hidden from the worker bees at all costs was the reality that they could turn the very structure of the bee hive against the control power in the center.  God’s mighty brush had designed the world to function in such a fashion.  It was the fail-safe to keep one bee hive and queen from taking over the whole world.

The worker bees simply needed to understand and accept that the hive which they helped create also functioned as an extension of their power.  What was created to serve just one bee would equally serve all bees.

Perhaps the geometric patterns I saw as I child was the structure of the hive.

In 1906 the Rockefeller funded General Education Board issued the following statement:

“In our dreams…people yield themselves with perfect docility to our molding hands. The present educational conventions [intellectual and character education] fade from our minds, and unhampered by tradition we work our own good will upon a grateful and responsive folk. We shall not try to make these people or any of their children into philosophers or men of learning or men of science. We have not to raise up from among them authors, educators, poets or men of letters. We shall not search for embryo great artists, painters, musicians, nor lawyers, doctors, preachers, politicians, statesmen, of whom we have ample supply. The task we set before ourselves is very simple…we will organize children…and teach them to do in a perfect way the things their fathers and mothers are doing in an imperfect way.”

After high school there are many choices but few paths.  Real education meant to enlighten and bring awareness remains obscure and hidden.  Those who join the workforce through trades and unskilled labor positions remain equally as uninformed and disorganized as those who journey off to university or college with dreams of becoming masters of their own universe.

The bulk of university students are conditioned to lean towards the liberal left and its socialist mandates.  The bulk of the trades’ workforce lean towards the conservative right and its cultural war against the left.  Both diametric positions provide the material which holds the outer structure of the hive together.  It is against the goals of the inner hive power structure to have these outer layers work together and consolidate objectives.

The recent geographic map of the American presidential election would suggest this to be an accurate reflection of the hidden and undiscussed structure of our civilization.  Liberal populations are the largest in city centers with college and university regions.  Trade schools tend to be found on the outer edges.

This design is also confirmed by President Woodrow Wilson in a speech to private business interests:

We want one class to have a liberal education. We want another class, a very much larger class of necessity, to forego the privilege of a liberal education and fit themselves to perform specific difficult manual tasks.

As an adult I have found a place which exists in-between.  The mining industry is one of the last bastions of independence and freedom from social engineering.  Though it does exist there. Miners have a very intelligent and down-to-earth mannerism which I find both appealing and educational.  It is a place where trade workers and unskilled labor come together with engineers and those from the next layer.  It is a place with common interests and purpose.

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From this place I am able to further develop and mine the real education which takes place just beneath the surface of civilization.  POM has been an amazing tool which serves this purpose.  Those of us on the outer edges of the hive structure need a method of awakening.  We need a method of real education.  We need to realize that socioeconomic engineering from the power source at the center of the structure is hard at work attempting to keep us disorganized within ourselves, but organized for their purpose.

We need to organize ourselves within so we may awaken to the reality that the hive structure serves dual purposes.  It can free us and imprison those at the center.  It is only a matter of perspective and self-reflection.  This is the real education which is kept hidden from us.

Fade back into silence.

As a summertime child I would squash bee’s in-between my hands.

– JC

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19 thoughts on “Real Education on the Edge of Civilization (FREEPOM)”

  1. Haha you liked Tonka trucks all the way back then too? Okay here is some bumper sticker logic.

    “The only difference between boys and men are the size of their toys.”

    From Tonka to Komatsu…

    Perhaps the toy helped the boy realize what he wanted to do with his adult life. As children maybe we want to work already, to be like our parents who are our role models at such an early age.

  2. Public article: just wanted to point out 2 big typos:

    “Others hid the feelings of distain and irrelevance which they felt for the school process.”

    Disdain and irreverence I believe are the words intended here!

    1. You are right on one and wrong on the other. I will change distain to disdain, but meant irrelevance as it was written. Thanks.

  3. Dear J.C.:

    You must know that you are not the the only crazy kid who perceived the reality of the world around you. And yeah, you are doing the Lord’s work here. Please continue all that you do. I heavily rely on your work here in my own personal prognostications.

    jack

  4. “We need to organize ourselves within so we may awaken to the reality that the hive structure serves dual purposes. It can free us and imprison those at the center. ”

    No need to imprison anybody. Maybe are no victims and have entered freely into all these inhibiting structures.
    If we free ourselves we liberate everybody from their contract with us.

    I’ve come to suspect that the inhibiting structures might have been offered for the betterment of our own internal stuctural intgrity.

    I figure no one party is better of than the other in any inhibiting relation. The surface of form doesn’t reveal all. A sting will hurt both ways, the stinger and the stingee…

  5. One Toy Soldier – enya

    One toy soldier stands alone
    With his drum down by his side
    One toy soldier on his own
    With his drum to keep the time

    He keeps the beet of marching feet
    He keeps the beat so true
    He’s one small toy for one small boy
    But his heart is oh so blue

    Who can mend my broken drum
    Will it be as good as new
    I must play when morning comes
    If I don’t, what shall I do?

    He keeps the beat of marching feet
    He keeps the beat inside
    While children sleep, he dreams so deep
    There’s a secret he must hide

    For he keeps the beat of marching feet
    He keeps the beat so true
    He wants to sing and hopes to bring
    Happy Christmas day to you

    He keeps the beat of marching feet
    He keeps the beat inside
    Someone has come to mend his drum
    Now his heart lights up with pride

    So he keeps the beat of marching feet
    He keeps the beat so true
    When morning comes, he plays his drum

    Happy Christmas Day to you
    Happy Christmas Day to you
    Happy Christmas Day to you
    Happy Christmas Day to you

  6. JC. Your writings always speak great truth. I have read this piece over and over, with flowing tears I somewhat feel and see the pain you would have gone through at school, of knowing you were not like your other peers. Seeing your world through a different lens then most.
    You posted this piece two days ago and on that day I walked from a Paediatrician’s office with the diagnoses that my 6 year old son had Asperger’s and he was to be put on the Spectrum. We always knew he was not like most kids – He prefers adult company, Is obsessed with fish and fishing, He is always growing vegetables, and is fascinated with watching them grow, you can always hear him gently talking away to them. He’s a beautiful boy, but we sense he will somewhat struggle in this world. He does attend school, at the moment, I am not sure it is the right choice, but he is complex, so I need help at the moment. At the end of the day I just want to keep his spirit alive and teach him there is more to life than what you see in front of you, and what you are being conditioned to believe. He has a great connection with the natural world which I know must always be kept intact.
    I always take pieces of what you have written and relay them to him. For example in a comment you had replied too “We are born in the morning and live our life throughout the joys and hardships of the day. Death comes at the time of sleep. We dream and are born again in the morning. This cycle repeats over and over. Each day is a new opportunity and a new life. A chance to do things differently. It’s a method by which existence gives us new opportunities to learn and evolve spiritually”.
    You are not only having a profound influence on all that are here, but you are also teaching the next generation. We are all seeking knowledge and understanding of what we feel inside of us, but can’t necessarily see or express in words. But you are different, you can see.

    Thank you JC XX

    1. Julienne, your words warmed my heart and made me cry. It is one of the most beautiful things anyone has ever said to me. At times I get lost inside my own false self and forget that there are the invisible readers who are impacted by the words I write. It is an inexpressible honor. I thank you for these kind words and will do my best to hold this moment in my heart. Your son is a gift to this world.

  7. I just stumbled upon your blog today and I’m so grateful I did. You talk about all the topics I frequently think about on a daily basis like the Federal Reserve, economics, government, the education system, philosophy, etc.

    This is the 2nd post I’ve read of yours and it was extremely relatable. I’m 16 years old and about a year ago I convinced my parents to let me do online school, which takes up less time, is more interesting, and more flexible. But I remember when I was in school I felt a lot of the things that you say you felt. The hard plastic chairs were torture. The classes were long. The information being taught was dry and irrelevant to what I wanted to do with my life. There was no way in hell I was going to spend the first 20 years of my life doing that every single day. At a young age I realized how getting a job is like throwing your life away (except if you love it), and how just about everybody conforms to this adventure-less future because they flock for safety in fear of becoming homeless or embarrassed in front of their peers. At school, it seemed like most of the kids were very narcissistic and self-absorbed. I had no problem fitting in but I always felt socially awkward. When I started seriously asking questions about the school system, I learned that it was never like this before the 1900’s when kids would be given a classical education. They learned HOW to think instead of WHAT to think like our brain dead school system does today. They learned Grammar, Logic and Rhetoric (the Trivium) and how to go out and learn about anything you desire. I want to be wise, have fun, and really understand the world. Not the value of x, y, and z. Unlike most of my peers I still have that initial curiosity and creativity that I had before I was pushed into the school system. It seems like nearly every single person is destined to follow the EXACT same path as one another. Go to school, get a job, get married, have kids, retire, and die. It’s for this reason I feel rushed to get things done that actually add value to my life.

    Anyways, I’m glad I got that off my chest. I really needed to hear this post. Thank you so much for your work and for being relatable.

    – Nate

  8. Mr. Collins:

    I interchangeably reflected, smiled, winced, identified with, and acknowledged my similar school experiences as I read and reread your insightful and telling article. I experienced much of the same dissatisfactions and disconnections with public schools and public education for far too many anguishing years during the middle of the last century. The only things that has changed are that the “quality of output” have deteriorated as planned.

    In my case it was not “a well-worn Star Wars backpack which banged and bopped off the heels of equally worn Star Wars runners”. Instead, it was a well-worn Daniel Boone Coonskin Hat and a pair of equally worn black and white canvas “PF Flyer” high lace up, white rubber bottom, “tennis” shoes with broken strings.

    I had contempt, disdained, and distrust for public schools specifically because of the organized theft of the energy and life force they continuously drained from my soul and spirit. I was most interested in learning about life, science, and how the world worked. However, my many questions were deemed distractions and discomforting to the teachers. All of the schools were following the John Dewey model of focusing on the creation of obedient cogs, “yes people”, useful idiots, and cannon fodder.

    I ultimately developed into a world acknowledge expert in “my chosen” field of engineering and science. I travel extensively and provide consulting services for high fees all over this planet. What mental, spiritual, and scientific excellence I might presently possess had nothing to do with public education. In fact, I consider myself lucky and sincerely fortunate to have prospered in spite of educational delayed from public education.

    Warmly yours,

    Oz

  9. JC my daughter was never diagnosed Aspergers..because they never knew exactly what label to give her. And myself, I did not want her labeled..

    She was reading books at the age of three..She would go through the grocery store and read all the labels..She would call out labels like it was nothing. They tested her and said she would never be like other kids..she was way too smart.. way too sensitive.. way too different.

    They predicted her future of never being able to socialize with others.. Being an outsider forever. They didn’t know what to do with her.She wasn’t like the others.Where do we put her? Do we put her in a special school..I felt like she was a scientific experiment or something.

    I finally just put a stop to it. I told them just let her be who she is.Let her read..let her discover the person inside of her. Stop making her an experiment.

    The fact is she never did fit the square peg into the round hole..She was the square peg..but I have to say through all the struggles she has come out knowing that she doesn’t have to fit in the round hole..she can be just who she is.

    She decided to become a teacher and help those who, like her are the square peg trying to just fit into the round hole.. It is difficult, because the system has not changed, ..it is more of the , every child must move,think, act and learn the same way.

    She understands that each child is different.. that creative thinking is not encouraged.. individual thinking is not encouraged, but she is taking each child that she sees that is experiencing what she experienced and giving them something that is deep inside of her and that is a chance just to be who you are in the system that exists.

    Had she not experienced the heartache of not being able to fit into the round hole..perhaps she would never be where she is now..helping others to understand that they don’t have to fit into the round whole.

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