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?
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.
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.
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