I believe I was raised during an earlier generation than you and maybe my children were from your generation. During their schooling the drug regiment was introduced.
So I think the slow boiling frog has always been their game, I was just lucky that I got out before the drugging stage. While the system still tried to break us they were not yet as advanced.
As I look back on my education days it was sports that pulled me through. Sports gave me the motivation to get through class work. The entire education system was set up to create good factory workers.
BTW the entire education system is FUBAR and needs to be elimnated yesterday,
I'm with you Joe. Probably same generation. But we did have fluorescent lights. Before Adderall, we had corporal punishment. Rulers on the back of hands, paddles whacked across the buttocks in front of the whole class, time out in the corner. Reminders that children were meant to be seen, not heard. But at least we weren't drugged!
When my children came along, they sent home notes requesting to use corporal punishment or we could decline. I said no, call me first. No one was allowed to mete out corporal punishment. I still shake, and weep, over childhood memories.
I found solace in music, and would come home and play my piano for hours on end, playing everything I had ever been assigned, just so I could breathe. Thank God we are Awakening! 🙏🙏🙏
I did the same thing! I'd go to the woods and climb a tree and sing. I'm sure the neighbors wondered what that was about. I often just needed to be alone with nature. I felt safer and more comfortable in the woods.
As Pink Floyd told us through music- “All and all you’re just another brick in the wall “. Never understood their music growing up in the 70’s and 80’s but it always resonated in my soul. Now I understand what they were clearly messaging to us. All of their music is quite telling. Great article thank you 🙏🇺🇸
I didn't start listening to Pink Floyd until I was in my 60's and mu husband introduced me to it. He also introduced me to SuperTramp which I found had a lot of predictive and interesting lyrics. A lot of the music back them seemed to almost be taken from another dimension trying to warn us of what was going on.
You are 1000% right! Supertramp is yet and great one! Tears for Fears, Mike and The Mechanics, so many more. I think that’s why I’m drawn to 70’s and 80’s music as those 2 decades are so stock full of messaging. A time when music actually was great- definitely a far cry from what is heard today.
I Know! My late husband recorded enough music to play for a year if it played all. I am still finding music I never heard of. Moody Blues was another one. Solitary Man. That really hits home right now. So much music. Makes me wonder how they "received" it?
Wow Thank you OC… love this series… I felt this way every time I went to school. I couldn’t stand those fluorescent lights… I still can’t! I couldn’t wait for the warmer days at school when the teacher shut off the lights because our classroom was so hot. The heat never bothered me… only those darn lights! It was torture when the lights would flicker and make that deafening hum! I would look out the window and daydream because I too felt out of place. I yearned to be outside breathing the fresh air and free to just run around. This was all in elementary school but on as I progressed in their spell, I started coping and complying but never enough to be completely transformed…. But it was enough for me to be pushed away from that internal peace that we get from God and put me on a track for destruction in my 20’s. It took another 20 years for me to have that spell broken and my faith in God restored. Then and only then did I see truth! Now nothing can bring me back to that place…my soul only yearns to be closer to God.
Interestingly, dearest Friend, this begins in hospitals.
The day you are born, the very things you described in classrooms, are the very things immediately surrounding you as you make an entrance into the world.
And consequentially, every time you visit one as well, be it for yourself or to see another.
As soon as the doors open, you are surrounded by "authority" of medial 'professionals,' get in line, wait, sit, stand, move to next 'get in line,' wait, sit, stand, all under those fluorescent lights, white walls, chaos in the hallways and silent noise of compliance.
Also, and interestingly, the very "processionals" who work there are under that same control measure of compliance, just on a different level because they have badges, extra letters after their names, and the authority to comply harder and force all others to do the same.
Seems this taking of our tunes was highly coordinated and planned from the get go of our lives.
Add schools, every government building, every court room, every law office, every accountant's office, every bank, every doctor/dentist office - basically everywhere the public goes, including grocery stores.
And we are controlled as soon as we walk through the doors.
I've always wondered WHY is there such a HUGE relief upon exiting any of these places?
And WHY is there so much trepidation entering them?
Your article has named it for me.
In a way, exiting these places is akin to exiting the matrix. Exiting the Control Grid.
Entering them is akin to being sucked back in, regardless of the reasons to go in the first place.
Doesn't help upon learning that the majority of those IN those places are NOT there having YOUR best interests at heart. That your best interest is furthest from their actual goals.
That those we were "taught to trust" are the very ones betraying that trust.
Quite the conundrum we find ourselves in.
Change is the ONLY way to "fix" this, from the ground levels up.
As for the top echelons, welp, they gotta go! Rapidly!
The System of Systems was built for them to do what they do, and get paid handsomely, scratch that, astronomically and outrageously for doing it.
I always did love the basics.
Steadfast and true.
Based on common sense, genuine care and concern, as well as having the best outcomes in mind.
Thank you for sharing some more of YOU.
And as always, your writing talent is off the charts.
My dad couldn't stand to be in hospitals. He fainted in the ambulance entry because the ether smell back in the day overcame him and he went out to get fresh air. I remember looking out the window to the ambulance bay and seeing him lying on his side against the wall up on a curb as the ambulance was backing in. In hindsight, I think he might have had a ptsd moment hearing the incoming sirens and being overcome by the smells, as he served in Europe during WWII.
Two weeks to flatten the curve. A mantra that deceived us all.
Wow! This was me as a child and as a senior citizen. Still the one who doesn't fit. The one who sees, hears and notices things no one else seems to or wants to. And yes, I used to joke I had a different person for every situation. I learned how to be a chameleon to survive. But, the older I got, the less i wanted to adapt to their reality to make them comfortable and sacrifice my own. I got tired of wearing masks to be accepted. I just wanted to be free to feel and notice and experience all the things they missed because they were awesome things! I once spent 20 minutes watching an ant carry a grain of food across my deck and use it as a bridge when it got to the gaps. It absolutely amazed me. But, when I told people about it they thought I was crazy. "What a waste of time! Why would you do that?" Because I am so awed by the perseverance of that little ant! I always felt the energy of a room or a crowd. I was very sensitive to peoples feelings and if someone got hurt, I felt it. Can't stand fluorescent light bulbs! Was considered "bright" but I was a daydreamer. I was what they call ADD today, but back then they called it "ants in the pants" and told me to go take a run around the school to burn off steam. I was always seen as weird or strange. I talked too much. But, I had so many questions...so much I wanted to know. Unfortunately, it was not on the curriculum. I wanted to fit in...but, at the same time I didn't. Even teachers said I was "different". I never lost my sense of wonder and I hope I never do. I dance to the music of life. In fact I was a dancer most of my life. Maybe that's what saved me. I love music! I love nature and all the beauty I see. We have to find a way to help our children break free from the containment and downplaying of their incredibleness. There's an old movie called The Last Mimsy where they are teaching children what happened to our World in the future. I would have loved to have been in that classroom! And, its a pretty good movie. Lots of good insights and humor. Anyway, glad to meet a fellow traveler! I thought I was the only one. Thank you for your insightful writing. It means a lot to me!
I am old now, but I'll never forget the one and only occasion a teacher looked me in the eye and said something nice to me. I was in 5th grade back in the 60s.
YUP.....that's me and many like-minded souls!! I had SO many questions about the 'stories' being told which did not ring true for me and a few fellow 'weirdo's'. I was the girl with the rebellious 'attitude' that stood out b/c I did not ~ would not ~ fit in. As someone who grew up in the 60's, school was hell as I felt like I was on my own planet. My escape from the banality was dance ~ music ~ the outdoors and big open spaces ~ long flowing rivers (Alberta) where I felt free, unrestricted and nourished in my soul.....OR I may have died from feelings of isolation, loneliness surrounded by most who were "going along to get along" (sound familiar?) Sooooo many heartfelt 'comments' here! Deep, Heart Centred...Soul and Spirit Centred. WE did not know then what WE know now...a rare breed, truth-seekers...WE have been blessed. Who knew???
I was one, too, and that was even prior to the LEDs, etc. I doodled all through school. This one sentence sums it up, ‘This is the resistance they never saw coming.’ Indeed, they did not. Thank God! Thank you.🙏
Very interesting, although I never had this problem. I loved school, for the most part. I had a near genius IQ (= not quite genius), but I didn't suffer the problems of autists.
BTW: "...without us ever knowing why." That should be "without our ever knowing why."
This is so healing…just to read and acknowledge the knowing was and is real….yes it is healing and hope and vindication of happiness that my children become parents who have had courage to be outliers 💞
I loved the Beatles when they first appeared on the scene, but I wasn't a fanatic. As in screaming, hysteria, etc. But I really tuned in to John Lennon in my 40s. His song Revolution, really resonated by then.
I am a retired art teacher. I was educated in a Catholic elementary school (talk about control !). My days revolved around trying to be creative in subjects I was not very good at…trying to making mundane assignments as artistic as possible. (There was no art curriculum in my Catholic elementary school) I became a teacher to be able to teach the way I wish I had been taught.
Our education system was set up before the 1900’s. The system is antiquated and needs to be replaced with learning that reflects a student’s interest. I believe in schools of choice. Schools focused on students specific strengths with core subjects tied in to connect with a student’s strength. Not everyone is good in math, or science, or music… tests do not reflect what a student knows, only what they can state in a set amount of time, if you knew the answers but ran out of time too bad…
Yes we need a new way to approach learning here in America! (A foreign language or two beginning in kindergarten or first grade would be helpful to make speaking a second language super useful starting at an early age.) schools of choice should be available to all American students.
What a great article OC.
I believe I was raised during an earlier generation than you and maybe my children were from your generation. During their schooling the drug regiment was introduced.
So I think the slow boiling frog has always been their game, I was just lucky that I got out before the drugging stage. While the system still tried to break us they were not yet as advanced.
As I look back on my education days it was sports that pulled me through. Sports gave me the motivation to get through class work. The entire education system was set up to create good factory workers.
BTW the entire education system is FUBAR and needs to be elimnated yesterday,
Anyway, keep it coming.
God Wins!
God Bless!!!
I'm with you Joe. Probably same generation. But we did have fluorescent lights. Before Adderall, we had corporal punishment. Rulers on the back of hands, paddles whacked across the buttocks in front of the whole class, time out in the corner. Reminders that children were meant to be seen, not heard. But at least we weren't drugged!
When my children came along, they sent home notes requesting to use corporal punishment or we could decline. I said no, call me first. No one was allowed to mete out corporal punishment. I still shake, and weep, over childhood memories.
I found solace in music, and would come home and play my piano for hours on end, playing everything I had ever been assigned, just so I could breathe. Thank God we are Awakening! 🙏🙏🙏
Me, too (music/piano) and art and being outside!!
Yes, all of the above! In hindsight, I was grounding by climbing trees in my yard. I would have lived in the trees if I could.
I did the same thing! I'd go to the woods and climb a tree and sing. I'm sure the neighbors wondered what that was about. I often just needed to be alone with nature. I felt safer and more comfortable in the woods.
Yes! I climbed them with my kids all those years later. Fun and simple entertainment!
Interesting. For you it was sports that saved you. For me it was dance and music. I guess we all find our way out of their Matrix if we can.
Amen 🙏🙏🙏
Me too thank god for sports
And we class of 73 were spared the drugs their drugs!
We had our pot, alcohol, speed etc
But sports was life !!
school was a necessary duty.
As Pink Floyd told us through music- “All and all you’re just another brick in the wall “. Never understood their music growing up in the 70’s and 80’s but it always resonated in my soul. Now I understand what they were clearly messaging to us. All of their music is quite telling. Great article thank you 🙏🇺🇸
I didn't start listening to Pink Floyd until I was in my 60's and mu husband introduced me to it. He also introduced me to SuperTramp which I found had a lot of predictive and interesting lyrics. A lot of the music back them seemed to almost be taken from another dimension trying to warn us of what was going on.
You are 1000% right! Supertramp is yet and great one! Tears for Fears, Mike and The Mechanics, so many more. I think that’s why I’m drawn to 70’s and 80’s music as those 2 decades are so stock full of messaging. A time when music actually was great- definitely a far cry from what is heard today.
I Know! My late husband recorded enough music to play for a year if it played all. I am still finding music I never heard of. Moody Blues was another one. Solitary Man. That really hits home right now. So much music. Makes me wonder how they "received" it?
Mid 60s to 70s best ever. Just depends on your age!
Dark side of the Moon 🌝 “ I’ve always been Mad” ( correction)
Yes the world is crazy.
Teachers leave us kids alone
You can’t have pudding unless you eat your meat.
One thing about rock and roll and comedians they offered us a rail of tracks to identify with.
Rebellious wild defiant we became to protect what is sacred inside.
🎯
Wow Thank you OC… love this series… I felt this way every time I went to school. I couldn’t stand those fluorescent lights… I still can’t! I couldn’t wait for the warmer days at school when the teacher shut off the lights because our classroom was so hot. The heat never bothered me… only those darn lights! It was torture when the lights would flicker and make that deafening hum! I would look out the window and daydream because I too felt out of place. I yearned to be outside breathing the fresh air and free to just run around. This was all in elementary school but on as I progressed in their spell, I started coping and complying but never enough to be completely transformed…. But it was enough for me to be pushed away from that internal peace that we get from God and put me on a track for destruction in my 20’s. It took another 20 years for me to have that spell broken and my faith in God restored. Then and only then did I see truth! Now nothing can bring me back to that place…my soul only yearns to be closer to God.
Yes!!
Great column. I hated school and was considered disruptive. No one recognized I was bored.
I started college at 34 and kicked ass.
A feeble start at 19, but a genuine attempt mid 40s. I called it adult onset education. Highly recommend!
Love it.
32 for me. Honors all the way…
Haha, 38 for me. 4.0 average!
Way to go.
This is an amazing piece of writing. More than that though, an amazing understanding, seeing, & recognizing.
This whole series is wonderful & enlightening -- a most excellent reminder of true reality & the battle we are in.
Thank you!
Interestingly, dearest Friend, this begins in hospitals.
The day you are born, the very things you described in classrooms, are the very things immediately surrounding you as you make an entrance into the world.
And consequentially, every time you visit one as well, be it for yourself or to see another.
As soon as the doors open, you are surrounded by "authority" of medial 'professionals,' get in line, wait, sit, stand, move to next 'get in line,' wait, sit, stand, all under those fluorescent lights, white walls, chaos in the hallways and silent noise of compliance.
Also, and interestingly, the very "processionals" who work there are under that same control measure of compliance, just on a different level because they have badges, extra letters after their names, and the authority to comply harder and force all others to do the same.
Seems this taking of our tunes was highly coordinated and planned from the get go of our lives.
Add schools, every government building, every court room, every law office, every accountant's office, every bank, every doctor/dentist office - basically everywhere the public goes, including grocery stores.
And we are controlled as soon as we walk through the doors.
I've always wondered WHY is there such a HUGE relief upon exiting any of these places?
And WHY is there so much trepidation entering them?
Your article has named it for me.
In a way, exiting these places is akin to exiting the matrix. Exiting the Control Grid.
Entering them is akin to being sucked back in, regardless of the reasons to go in the first place.
Doesn't help upon learning that the majority of those IN those places are NOT there having YOUR best interests at heart. That your best interest is furthest from their actual goals.
That those we were "taught to trust" are the very ones betraying that trust.
Quite the conundrum we find ourselves in.
Change is the ONLY way to "fix" this, from the ground levels up.
As for the top echelons, welp, they gotta go! Rapidly!
The System of Systems was built for them to do what they do, and get paid handsomely, scratch that, astronomically and outrageously for doing it.
I always did love the basics.
Steadfast and true.
Based on common sense, genuine care and concern, as well as having the best outcomes in mind.
Thank you for sharing some more of YOU.
And as always, your writing talent is off the charts.
*Tips hat
MUCH Love
My dad couldn't stand to be in hospitals. He fainted in the ambulance entry because the ether smell back in the day overcame him and he went out to get fresh air. I remember looking out the window to the ambulance bay and seeing him lying on his side against the wall up on a curb as the ambulance was backing in. In hindsight, I think he might have had a ptsd moment hearing the incoming sirens and being overcome by the smells, as he served in Europe during WWII.
Two weeks to flatten the curve. A mantra that deceived us all.
It's one giant club and we ain't in it as George Carlin would say
Yup.
Glad we aren't though. The initiation fee into that particular club is forever soul changing!
Wow! This was me as a child and as a senior citizen. Still the one who doesn't fit. The one who sees, hears and notices things no one else seems to or wants to. And yes, I used to joke I had a different person for every situation. I learned how to be a chameleon to survive. But, the older I got, the less i wanted to adapt to their reality to make them comfortable and sacrifice my own. I got tired of wearing masks to be accepted. I just wanted to be free to feel and notice and experience all the things they missed because they were awesome things! I once spent 20 minutes watching an ant carry a grain of food across my deck and use it as a bridge when it got to the gaps. It absolutely amazed me. But, when I told people about it they thought I was crazy. "What a waste of time! Why would you do that?" Because I am so awed by the perseverance of that little ant! I always felt the energy of a room or a crowd. I was very sensitive to peoples feelings and if someone got hurt, I felt it. Can't stand fluorescent light bulbs! Was considered "bright" but I was a daydreamer. I was what they call ADD today, but back then they called it "ants in the pants" and told me to go take a run around the school to burn off steam. I was always seen as weird or strange. I talked too much. But, I had so many questions...so much I wanted to know. Unfortunately, it was not on the curriculum. I wanted to fit in...but, at the same time I didn't. Even teachers said I was "different". I never lost my sense of wonder and I hope I never do. I dance to the music of life. In fact I was a dancer most of my life. Maybe that's what saved me. I love music! I love nature and all the beauty I see. We have to find a way to help our children break free from the containment and downplaying of their incredibleness. There's an old movie called The Last Mimsy where they are teaching children what happened to our World in the future. I would have loved to have been in that classroom! And, its a pretty good movie. Lots of good insights and humor. Anyway, glad to meet a fellow traveler! I thought I was the only one. Thank you for your insightful writing. It means a lot to me!
👏👏
High five to everything you said! Me, too.
Nice to know we are not alone, isn't it?
Yes, we are the new "bricks in a wall"!
Yes we are! The bricks blocking out all those trying to diminish us.
I am old now, but I'll never forget the one and only occasion a teacher looked me in the eye and said something nice to me. I was in 5th grade back in the 60s.
YUP.....that's me and many like-minded souls!! I had SO many questions about the 'stories' being told which did not ring true for me and a few fellow 'weirdo's'. I was the girl with the rebellious 'attitude' that stood out b/c I did not ~ would not ~ fit in. As someone who grew up in the 60's, school was hell as I felt like I was on my own planet. My escape from the banality was dance ~ music ~ the outdoors and big open spaces ~ long flowing rivers (Alberta) where I felt free, unrestricted and nourished in my soul.....OR I may have died from feelings of isolation, loneliness surrounded by most who were "going along to get along" (sound familiar?) Sooooo many heartfelt 'comments' here! Deep, Heart Centred...Soul and Spirit Centred. WE did not know then what WE know now...a rare breed, truth-seekers...WE have been blessed. Who knew???
WE WERE BORN FOR THESE MOMENTS AND THESE TIMES!!
I was one, too, and that was even prior to the LEDs, etc. I doodled all through school. This one sentence sums it up, ‘This is the resistance they never saw coming.’ Indeed, they did not. Thank God! Thank you.🙏
Remembering re enchantment. Those of us who felt everything everyone were overwhelmed by our own feelings.
The bells.
Hall Nazi monitors
Thank God for recess!
Thanking the windows of green grass outside when the inside was lessons to memorize for test.
Thank God for 3:15 pm the last bell.!!!
It’s is a life long battle to resist the temptation to be another mindless drone. The State of conformity insist
Our sanity is their safety.
We learned to be wild the children we’ve always been
Age experience helps in seeing knowing what you say is true … a systemic attack on our souls.
Truth pulls us to make new roads and walk our own path.
Maybe this next season of radical changes can be celebrated.
Very interesting, although I never had this problem. I loved school, for the most part. I had a near genius IQ (= not quite genius), but I didn't suffer the problems of autists.
BTW: "...without us ever knowing why." That should be "without our ever knowing why."
This is so healing…just to read and acknowledge the knowing was and is real….yes it is healing and hope and vindication of happiness that my children become parents who have had courage to be outliers 💞
Thank you OC. I put a lengthy response to this article in a reply to Joe. This was cathartic. 🙏⚡️
I loved the Beatles when they first appeared on the scene, but I wasn't a fanatic. As in screaming, hysteria, etc. But I really tuned in to John Lennon in my 40s. His song Revolution, really resonated by then.
I am a retired art teacher. I was educated in a Catholic elementary school (talk about control !). My days revolved around trying to be creative in subjects I was not very good at…trying to making mundane assignments as artistic as possible. (There was no art curriculum in my Catholic elementary school) I became a teacher to be able to teach the way I wish I had been taught.
Our education system was set up before the 1900’s. The system is antiquated and needs to be replaced with learning that reflects a student’s interest. I believe in schools of choice. Schools focused on students specific strengths with core subjects tied in to connect with a student’s strength. Not everyone is good in math, or science, or music… tests do not reflect what a student knows, only what they can state in a set amount of time, if you knew the answers but ran out of time too bad…
Yes we need a new way to approach learning here in America! (A foreign language or two beginning in kindergarten or first grade would be helpful to make speaking a second language super useful starting at an early age.) schools of choice should be available to all American students.