The most dangerous thing school taught you was not that life is a popularity contest that is measured by how much sex, money or upvotes you get (delete as appropriate) but that of rating your worth by what another says. Run that back again as your Soul nods its head and tell me if you agree with what I said.
Didn’t you ever find it a bit odd that the entire model was one of flat out domination? Even before I was aware what S&M was I, instinctively, rebelled at this as it seemed most unfun to submit to the whims of another and be taught at the speed of the class idiot by a fool that did it only for a cheque to remain fed with no passion or nurturing intent just disgusted me on so many levels. I genuinely believe the further you progressed in this academic test the less true intelligence you possess. Just look at all the fields filled with hyper specialists and how nobody ever creates anything truly new or unique as they’re filled with stress at the idea of getting rejected or having their tenure and or budget yanked speaks volumes about what I said. That and the current replication crisis that is rife which is, amusingly, akin to insta stars causing walls to bend in the quest for the ideal rear end and bosom. We’re in clown town, people.
So many folks I’ve met thought they were “thick” because they failed the tests, back when. Loads of them had potential and talents that were never met or addressed by the standards intended to make you nothing more or less than a brick in the wall of ignorance and I found this super duper strange because, on the flip, the caretaker of the building was wise beyond his years (and he was ancient to a bright eyed jit) and, more importantly, did it with passion. I’m not speaking about pushing the broom or fiddling with the thermostat – even though he handled that – I’m talking about how if I asked him a question he genuinely reflected and, quite often, did his research in the interim as he had an immense stack of Readers Digests and spent most of his time sitting in the library when he wasn’t smoking and drinking with friends. He himself was not educated and yet, to me, developing, he seemed to have grasped the essence of wisdom which is take nothing for granted and question everything. School won’t teach you that because, like Assata said, “No one will give you the education needed to overthrow them”. That goes double for Twitter activists that sport a Che T shirt and whip online petitions whilst avocado toasting, yes? “But I have all these upvotes? Zey must mean something!“. Would it be a trip if, tomorrow, you could spend online credit like all the money they think is fit to print at the present? All it would take is a shift in what we, the public, invest in and accept as a standard so it really isn’t that ridiculous now, is it?
Don’t think I’m saying that I don’t value education. Quite the opposite. What I’m saying is the modern way of doing things is akin to a gulag for the imagination of those developing within its grip to become square watermelons, par excellence. Check this:
Once upon a when (back when Doctors still smoked in their offices) a girl had a kid that had a lazy eye like BIG and she didn’t want him to grow up looking notorious so she asked if the man with the scripts could do anything? He suggested an eye patch for that Captain Jack swag and she, being attentive, kept it on for much longer than recommended as her mind said it would be more betterer. Can you guess what happened? Well, the baby brain, when developing, sent out signals as and when to check the input levels of the optic, darkened. When it didn’t get the hits to its pings it, like your wifi, disconnected and diverted the active wiring to the other that was hearing it on FM. Net result? The kid could barely see out of the other lens even though it functioned correct. Ain’t that something? Let that be a lesson to ye helicopter parents. “What the heck does this have to do with school, fool?” I hear the Eses yelling. Nah, they get it which is why they provide a parallel education in their own ways and methods as does virtually every single ethnic group as they don’t trust the white man and his methods because they all sport the same record and heritage of what they done did when the landed, sans melanin, and civilized the hell out of them.
Just as that baby brain sent pings the nervous system does the same until just before seven as it needs this time frame to fully develop the basic sketch of mindbody connections which go on to develop excellence. This is why the best martial artists start training almost immediately as they know that what fires together, wires together gloriously and the effects are often preternatural speed and skill that hits a target others cannot even imagine. I’ll let you list the most famous example of this that was trained with brutal precision to sing and dance on a whole nother level… Anyway, you have these kids who are doing what is entirely natural classed as “Disruptive, won’t stop fidgeting and can’t sit still” on parents evening then said folks either administer a beating or withdraw affection until their seed instates cooperation and does what Simon Says.
Can you see how perniciously slick and twisted this is? If I were to change nothing in your life but this single aspect I’d be willing to bet you’d be way happier, more content, creative and in tune with Inner Sense than the currently Adulterated version you accepted and never wondered the alternative just like a giant raised by midgets that trained him to kneel for them. That, in a nutshell, is the most dangerous thing school taught you and its well worth undoing by the power of introspection as your brain is quite neuroplastic should you choose to flex this muscle and rewrite the script. Use the timeline method I reffed in this text and sketch out your life imprints then use this to speak to the child within and use this to build a bridge that may just surprise you with what kicks:
“Hey, listen, I did what you said and you’ll never believe what happened. I’m learning how to dance! Me! The guy with two left feet. Turned out that when I was around six I was constantly toe tapping in school and the teacher yelled a bit and made me really self conscious about it and I couldn’t tell my parents as I knew they’d stress and say I should sit still so I just suppressed that urge within and never, ever thought about it again until I pushed the pen but I’ve got to get as Salsa class is starting at seven and I feel like a man that was just handed his own personal key to heaven!”.
Bear in mind that not another thing in his life had shifted. He still worked in an office, ran the wheel like a gerbil to pay his bills and bished with the rest at how the boss was a div and things were going downhill. Except now he was activating an old skill that was never developed or nurtured by the System. This is, in effect, reparenting and its a huge thing if your folks were pretty wack and life, back when, was two steps removed from Hell but ten times more ferocious as you can check you imprint and, in effect, time travel to create some pretty amazing things. Turned out that just by learning how to dance this man caused other, previously unseen, chambers to spin and this led him to ditching an unfulfilling relationship he’d had with a girl he’d known since a little bit and stuck with as he couldn’t be bothered with the circuit and, in his head, thought all men hated the thought of getting hitched but went along with it due to lack of options. At least, that was the example in his head. This all shifted when he started moving and grooving and mingling with women who knew how to move their hips as they all went out for a drink and one thing led to the next and the current became an ex as he was gone with the wind and full steam ahead with one who held something dear to him in common.
Just to think, none of that would’ve kicked without a moment for introspection that all started when I asked him why he moved with all the coordination of a drunk baby elephant as I’d never quite seen someone so cack handed. I mean it. This guy was so uncoordinated that you could throw something right at him and he’d swing left so it hit him in the head. Like ten times out of ten. This contradicted, intensely, with his huge typing speed that left his fingers blurring and I spotted this as a kink in his neural wiring and wondered what caused it. Turns out he’d got all types of awards and things for his words per minute, back when, and thus prided himself on it but being a geeky nerd meant sports was off the list and the dream of the dancer was nixed when his Geography teacher yelled at him and said:
“Will you stop with all that tapping, Bing!” as the rest of the class laughed in unison. Pushing the pen caused an immense amount of vitriol to surface from within toward this insensitive and once he’d vented and linked with the part that was previously frozen he asked what the little him wanted and it said, in bright red ink:
“To dance, stupid!“.
So he did. With no resistance as there was no fight within after reconnection so he looked up local classes, checked what was recommended for beginning, was fun and simple. Salsa topped the list and he sat there, nodding his head, as he already liked the version he dipped his chips in whilst watching Dancing with the Stars on his Tell Lie Vision and this nicely links in to what you consume and its deeper hints about what is missing and is being fulfilled by a counterfeit rendition beamed to your head by a set of three pixels that shift on a black mirror to pimp your consciousness.
Here endeth the lesson. Dare ye Know the Ledge and see what kicks if you examine the alternative versions of Self within and their true wishes? This is a great way of awakening the Warrior, latent, as you simply cannot deny the depth of emotion it brings to the surface of one numbed by the pain of living and accepting labels in lieu of sensations but I warn you, it can be intense as there certainly are dangers to deprogramming but, what the heck, you’ll only live once in this skin but a coward dies a thousand deaths in a single incarnation so lets see what kicks.
Till we meet again
