School days.. the first day.. always exciting and
nerve wracking.. all senses.. emotions..
intellect focused for what
WILL
COME!
and grades 1 through 5.. not bad except
for that second year.. at Private Catholic School..
so advanced from my small town school.. in a two
story building.. walking distance from a river home..
and then across town.. small class rooms.. same teacher
all day long.. same kids all day long .. same friends to get to know..
and oh.. always at the top of the class.. only challenge NOT
to make anything less
than
A
A
A
Straight ACING
ALL STUFF SCHOOL..
hmm.. 11 years old comes
6th grade
a beast yet
unknown..
Halls of School Brightly Lit..
homeroom by 8 AM..
but many rooms
to come
with
different classes and different teachers
but still school as EASY AND FUN..
competing against friend Jill
who is the only
one who
can
top
me in
grades
before then..
so i smile brightly just waiting
for the games to begin.. but wait..
a new word comes i have not heard before..
an F word and not Fred by some bully boys
who tell me what the hell are you doing F word..
wipe that smile off your face mister we do not
allow boys to smile here.. don’t even think
about it.. but wait.. i’m not thinking
about it.. I’m just feeling it
but anyway.. don’t
know what
that
F word means.. just that those
boys got some kinda problem
for sure.. anyway class starts
and Amanda taps me on the shoulder
and says you know you have a FUNNY
SHAPED HEAD.. I’VE NEVER SEEN
ONE LIKE THAT..
hmm.. i’m
thinking a head’s
a head.. for thinking..
and dam i can’t see the back
of my head to know
what you
are talking
about..
but i’m too busy paying attention
to Ms. Bonner to become the
teacher’s pet as i can charm
any teacher into
believing
i
am the best
student ever if I just
look into her eyes and
never ever break contact..
’cause
it’s just
naturally
how i
connect
to others in
SPOCK MIND
MELD where student
becomes one with TEACHER
like
KUNG
FU
MY
FAVORITE
TV SHOW..
ALONG WITH
THE WILD WILD WEST..
oh and then it’s time for P.E.
and i get to sport my new school
sports shorts.. and Tammy says..
HaHA! Fred has bird legs..
and i look at my
legs and think
about wings..
and flying..
BACK from PE into math class
and there is all around sports fanatic
Murry who will one day become
Mr. High School.. Mr. Football..
Coach of the Football Team
and Athletic Director
at the
top
of
his game..
he turns around and says
peabody.. peabody.. peabody..
peabody.. ever so often..
and i’m thinking
hmm..
what
is
a PEA
BODY
Anyway..
Lynn on the other
side chimes in with
skank.. skanky.. skank..
and i’m thinking sounds
like skunk.. skunk..
skunk..
and i think i smell fine..
but she sure doesn’t look
like she likes me much..
this is getting challenging
and i’m starting to feel
like something
must be
very wrong
for
me to get all this less than
‘A’ Feedback from what at
this point seems like
the whole dam
school..
ah.. finally an escape..
the school bus comes..
i can finally relax but
WAIT!.. VICKY
in the
back of the bus..
turns around
to her friends and says look
look look aren’t his eye lashes
pretty they look just like a girls’
eyelashes.. and oh yeah back in
home room earlier some boy says
Hi Mr. Wanda McKenzie
you look just
like her..
and yes.. Wanda smiles
a lot and has semi-short
blonde hair and spectacles
and her daddy owns a
car dealership but
OH MY
GOD
if Vicky thinks i’ve
got long eyelashes that
must mean that boy
thinks I’m a girl
OH
GOD
GET
ME
HOME
QUICK
OFF
this bus.. my Dachshund
Charlie never judges me..
he will let me hug him
and roll around
at my feet
as always and never ever
call me the F word.. Skunk..
Peabody.. Long Eye Lash Girl..
Wanda.. Bird Legs..
and just let
me Love
him
free with smiles..
and that works out okay the
rest of the year.. but Charlie
finds a way to get outside
the gate and one
day my
only
real friend
outside of family
is laying on the side
of the road..
and i am
too
heartbroken to
even get near to
say goodbye..
and the whole family
cries.. and i never get another
dog and decide if i become my best
friend no one will ever hurt
me or
leave
me again..
except
me…
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KATiE MiA FredericK!iI 
^^^
Thanks Gabriella..
i needed this prompt..
smiles..:)
And
tears….
SUcks. All the judgement. The bullying. The tearing down.
I feel you man. I went through similar through middle and early high school before
I hit my growth spurt and caught up with the others. Sorry you had to go through it
though it plays into who we become on some level.
Ah.. yes.. my friend.. X.. as note above on the starting photo.. where My teacher Mrs. B for Bonner states on the earlier part of the school year.. the ‘Old Fred’.. and per the song by Jessie J.. above.. i go out and buy some weights.. and start health habits that last me the rest of my life.. and eventually in high school.. Gracie.. another one of my not so well wishers from middle school.. comes up to me and tells me Fred.. you’ve really improved.. we are proud of you.. welcome to the human race.. in those words more or less..
And although my wish to have a real girlfriend from Kindergarten never materializes until after high school.. i do not stop being nice with smiles.. and develop many close friendships.. and even one of the high school bullies who announces me at the beginning of the Beta Club meeting.. who is then President of this club for nerds.. Welcome Ladies and Gentleman and Fred..and he later confides that you know what.. i can’t understand it.. you are everyone’s favorite person.. and yes.. he is talking about another Lynn.. who is my new best friend… who he has a crush on.. and she gives me her time as friend.. eating lunch with me everyday.. and trivia note.. we both tie at 11 out of 381 at the end of the high-school days..
And I always wish then that Lynn will be my girlfriend.. but First Baptist Girls only date First Baptist Boys.. and by then.. i am not part of any church at all.. except for the one out in nature.. but she calls me her best friend Fred and that is enough for me then.. as i don’t even know what sex is until sixteen years old.. and i don’t miss much.. as i Learn to Love girls for their personalities instead of T and A’s.. and the missing continent i know nothing at all about until after high school.. as Penthouse.. only gives an exterior view of that new horizon of feeling stuff in life…
Anyway.. during the period of my pain disorder.. i lose a lot of my long term memory.. with the emotions that leave me then.. and truly this entire blog has been therapy for me to regain my memories and humanity… as i don’t think many people can possibly understand what it’s like to not even be able to remember if you ever smiled or belly laughed before.. as when emotions go.. there is no reference at all to any emotions as feelings are the reference point.. and not empty shells of words alone…
I spend today at an ophthalmologist office.. with those drops that dilate your eyes.. and a lot of time.. thinking about the old days.. after i see this prompt.. and those feelings of sadness come back but more than anything the joy of even being able to feel sadness.. as that is what makes us appreciate Love as much as i do now.. for sure.. and truly without emotions it is hard to feel GOD too.. so i AM BLESSED BEYOND BELIEF.. and i always hope my words or dance of life.. will help someone know and feel it is okay to be different.. enjoy life as silly.. and be strong and courageous too…
I have lots of inspiration.. and I see my ‘old friend’ Murry again.. as he nears retirement as Athletic Director at the High School.. I have the joy of him meeting my still young looking wife in 25 years of marriage and reporting to him that yeah.. i become a Federal Military Installation Athletic Director and retire 5 or so years ago.. then.. when i see him.. and i tell him i just Write and Dance now.. for fun.. while my wife shops.. looking down at him from around 4 inches above.. 50 LBS or so plus in muscle.. and a bright white smile.. that defies his somewhat ‘older teeth’.. belly extending a little more.. and snow white hairs with the miles of life driven hard to get the biggest house on the block…
I have the biggest heArt..
That’s all that counts..
NOW
and
THEN..
SMiles..
and Lesson
for Infinity NOW
in my smAll view
of ALLTHATIS
AKA
GOD..:)
Yes. This is how it so often is, and should not be. We need Kindness programs in every school. Absolutely devastating that your dog died. I am sorry – and glad you wrote it . You wrote it real.
Yes.. Sherry.. ONE
thing LIFE Teaches
me WELL IS to Live IT
REAL and FULL..
and never ever
be afraid to
share it
100%
Real
as Truth and
Light and Dark..
and yeah.. modern science
even shows that humans are in
real empathy trouble as empirical
measures of college age adults
in ways of empathy are
decreasing at around
30 percent in the
last several
decades..
The Zombie Apocalypse
is a meme for reality
as humans
lose their
heArts
soUls
and spiRits..
and Truly the Internet
is a thriving place for Zombies
clear to see.. particularly on YouTube
as people have contests to see how
much of a Zombie in cruelness
to other humans they
can be.. the
best revenge
IS LOVE
LIVING
WELL IN
FLESH AND BLOOD..
BUT SADLY MANY FOLKS
WHO ARE BULLIED BECOME
THE BIGGEST BULLIES TOO..
UNCONDITIONAL LOVE
IS MUCH MORE FUN..
WITH BIG SMILES
AS JOY..:)
No child should have to go through that kind of bullying, ever. I think schools take this issue much more seriously than they used to when I grew up. Therefore it is important we educate the potential bullies as well as the potential victims so they are not afraid of speaking. But, maybe more importantly, we should educate the silent majority, those who see and do not speak out, those who are the audience the bullies need to thrive.
Hi Gabriella.. I sure hope schools take it more serious but at least where i live.. i know the children do not.. overall.. and with the Internet there are more ways to bully young folks than ever before.. and the only way to stop that i think.. is if the children are taught to Tolerate.. and Accept differences among their peers.. and Love better and stand together against bullies when no adults are looking.. i do see that now on the Internet more often.. particularly on the gay issue that has always been the last pariah.. of the lesser seen by others.. overall.. in the United States culture.. it is always inspiring to me.. when I see folks stand up for others.. and acknowledge and honor their full humanity no matter how different from the Vanilla norm.. they may be.. smiles..:)
This is fantastic, Fred. And so brave and honest of you to share. Thank you for writing this!
“but wait..
a new word comes i have not heard before..
an F word and not Fred” … I had a similar experience too, but more in the form of a prank than being called a derogatory name.
“i can charm
any teacher into
believing
i
am the best
student ever if I just
look into her eyes and
never ever break contact” … This is so interesting, considering the Asperger’s; eye contact is usually difficult, and yet, it was natural for you.
“and decide if i become my best
friend no one will ever hurt
me or
leave
me again..
except
me…”
So right on.
Awesome poem.
Ah.. thanks so much hailee’s comma for stopping by and providing those kind words of appreciation for what i do here today.. and yes.. intense non-stop focus staring directly into another person’s eyes when speaking with them.. is considered inappropriate and potentially.. intimidating by standard norm of human cultural rules.. and technically also a clinical symptom in some forms of Asperger’s/Autism along with extreme empathy for some and little for others.. however for me.. i Love people and am simply absorbing all of their soul as part of me through the windows of what they are deepest inside.. and i guess since i wear shades now.. it is not nearly as disarming.. as before.. some folks say please don’t look so deep.. i feel like you are undressing my soul.. and sure i am.. and hoping for something both light and fascinating.. but yes.. i can see the darkness of souls too.. as there is much more than meets the eye alone.. in eye to eye contact.. for within.. is the history of infinity of each unique soul.. just waiting for me to see.. given the opportunity of course.. and i will love it if more folks show their eyes on the Internet as truly i want to see that greatest expression of soul that comes through windows of us.. when within looks outside.. with us watching.. just patiently watching.. to absorb it all.. as all watchers can and will do.. smiles..:)
Oh, and I LOVE LOVE LOVE that Jessie J song. SOOOOO much.
Yes.. hailee’s comma.. Oh my Jessie… i am singing and dancing off the same sheet of music from her too.. as she just wants the world to dance.. as nicely illustrated below.. and it ain’t about the ba bling ba bling.. smiles.. coconut man.. moon head.. and P..;)
I hated school. I saw kids being bullied and back then, it didn’t matter. I am glad schools are more on this than they were. I was never bullied. I kept to myself and ignored most of the other kids, except one time I punched an older boy in the nuts when he kept pulling my hair. and when he bent down, gave him a good upper cut in the face, just like my grandfather taught me. he taught me to box because I was a small child and my mother told me not to take crap. So, no more bullying. But it was just another reason to hate school. It’s a wonder some of us survived without being totally crazy.
Hi Kanzensakura.. after this experience i am fortunate and sprout up to almost my entire height in middle school.. albeit still at around 120 LBS.. but still.. for some reason no one has ever attempted to actually physically abuse me in life.. and now that i can fight back with ease.. anyway.. i am still happy not to have to.. the best offense can be a greatest defense.. and with a martial arts exhibition here and there.. in public.. words and actions get around.. smiles.. and when anyone bumps into me in the bar.. they quickly say my bad man.. excuse me..
i believe in being able to defend oneself and not having to ever have to use those skills to actually hurt someone.. IF possible.. as those skills become more proficient with practice.. and yeah.. 930LBS of kicking power 1 inch from any target i choose in exhibition illustrates that nicely.. in 360 degrees of movement.. smiles..
But most importantly.. the actual practice of it provides mind and body balance in emotional regulation and sensory integration.. better cognitive executive functioning in focus and short term working memory.. all clinical symptoms of Autism.. and essentially the real life working cure for me.. that allows me comfort in my own skin..
And to make a stranger of a friend.. from the roughest looking bar dudes.. to the fairest of them ‘all’ in dance.. smiles again.. i wanna connect with everyone.. and fearless pays that due.. in real flesh and blood life too..
And yeah.. overall.. school is insane in many ways.. as it teaches us to be cogs in an efficient working machine for the materialism excesses of culture.. and rarely to even be human again..
And this is my favorite song for that reality.. as i too become the logical one.. the clinical one.. then.. as culture decides.. i will then.. but nah.. i follow the True Wild and Free ONE NOW.. THE GOD OF no limitations or expectations as FREE.. knowing and most importantly FEELING SaMe..:)
I’m sorry you were bullied, Fred, and so sad you lost your friend, Charlie. Thank you for a poem from your heart, tender and strong! Glad you had a best friend named Lynn 🙂
Thanks Lynn.. and truly looking back on it.. some of it is silly now.. with adult eyes.. but of course so confusing then.. and yes.. i always want to see my friend Lynn again.. and of course Charlie too in heaven as that may be the case.. somewHere now then.. now.. and last class reunion.. i am a shut-in with illnesses and cannot go.. but certainly i will go to the next one.. which will be the 40th class reunion in 2018.. God willing.. of course.. smiles.. and thanks my friend Lynn.. two or three.. or however many friendly Lynns.. i meet in life..:)
So sorry about what you went through! How very painful. Kids can be so mean for no good reason. Especially sad about your dog really…that is the most painful thing of all.
Yeah.. Mary.. truly.. compared to losing Charlie.. i didn’t care what those kids did to me.. as long as my dog was okay.. but truly the memory of Charlie is what also helped me to get back from real human hell of no emotions for those 66 months of that beyond any human hell i can imagine before.. so yeah.. Charlie’s death as dark as it was then.. is still a light of my life.. and sacrifice for that life of Charlie that continues in my eyes.. i don’t hold humans as any higher as Love as any other being.. they are ALL worthwhile as Nature IN 100% Love and Respect.. and my cats continue to teach me that lesson well..
Yellow Boy has Feline Leukemia but Love makes an immune system as strong as it can be.. and as much as Yellow Boy is Loved that will be the medicine for him that no medicine from Vet can bring.. other than that same Love from Vets who are most often that Loving too.. with all animals as well..:)
But oh no..!
Teachers
never
escape
School..
smiles..
Or Learners..:)
Ah.. yes.. the church continues to
serve the function of the village
supplying school needs for
life that parents often
can no longer do
without help..
and perhaps
the emotiOnal
ways of heArt
expressING as SpiRit
as human balanced
mind and body soUl
are among the
greaTest
school
tools
Church
can and
WILL
provide
for all schools
greatEST needs
to be met ALL Now..:)
Ah.. yes.. i can relate.. difficulty speaking
coherently straight with no mumbling
or stuttering to effectively
communicate.. straight
A’s are not enough when
one fails the speaking
parts in roles
of School..
and for
me the
writing no easier
to come up with
anything new..:)
Oh when school becomes work instead of play
the mechanical cognition can tick
down to robot
minds of
dissolution
of human being..
but society will just
not work without school..
and we must tick off
the bad parts.. and
continue on renew
as this land is our
land together
in well
being
and sickness
a Like for aLL.. NOw..:)
Nature’s school
never opening
never closing
JUST
i
CE
closed
case..:)
Truly sad the state does not allow
school.. to teach lessons of
humanity.. where ‘they’
are no longer teaching
those lessons at
home.. and nah..
not just a lower
socio-economic
thingy.. some
times the
highest
classes
are completely
disconnected
from humanity
AS those AT
highest
levels
determining
curriculum
of
Human
101..:)
Ah.. that look of the very first day
of entering school..
walking the
plank
no
ease..
mate
This is
uncharted human
land forged by insanity..;)
Ah.. me.. not smart enough to feel what school is doing
to me.. why Summer feels so much better
than school.. year.. of what
really counts in emotional..
physical.. existential
and in general
Human 101
Social
Intelligence
to move connect
and create life once again..:)
Ah.. yes.. a scholar.. a fighter..
but most importantly
a diplomat
and
negotiator
at age 5..:)
Ah.. yes.. a school of ADHD Hell.. where sitting still extends out all around
the year now.. in some places.. where Physical Education is
no longer even necessary in some high schools..
and if one is lucky emotions
are an art of human
for basic
survival
still allowing
that if that at all..:)
Ah.. sitters and rovers of school.. alike in most all of
animal kingdom.. in general as well..
where school can and will
be adventure
and for others
a challenge just to
get through
every now
of self-conscious
discomfort of
one level or
another
in speed
or slow..:)
Oh.. new rules school.. crystalized intelligence.. rote memory
of multiple choice facts.. figures.. but tHere is
fluid intelligence moving.. connecting.. creating
ART of human being IN ALL of Love
that comes in Light
and Truth of
Human Being
WELL..
water
of school
is sewAge
compared
to ART
fluidly
flowing
Creation
Activities
PARTiCles
WAVES
FiELD
imagi
NatiON
DREAMS
COME
FRUiT
i
ON WitH
I as actor
of i and
exclamatiOn
POINT SPIRiT!
expresSing
iPLAY
DIRECTORS
WENOWALL!..:)!
i have to say graduating close to
the top of a class of almost
four hundred in
high school..
that i learn
nothing of
value other
than two
of the three
R’s of ‘Rithmetic
and Reading and
truly graduating
like this with
little to no
ability
to oRate
or ‘rite
coherently
in creative thought
in output.. and even
after three degrees in
college the same dismal
report of school failing
me my basic humanity
of education as
multiple
choice is
enough then..
to pass me at
the top
of the
class…
THAT pArt of
education is
changing some..
but the ART of
Being Human
is nowHere
still in
the curriculum
of Westernized
schools from
moving.. connecting
to creating human
being Well NOW
with more than
Standard IQ
intelligences
that humans
are not
even evolving
for more or
less to begin
with except
for those cogs
in the machine
of walls of
society making
excess of comforts
in materialism way
possible as Zombies
grow larger in numbers..:)
Ah the beauty of the
inner monster.. the class clown..
the trickster.. the joker.. the sacred fool..
the inner being that does say free in so many words
of actions.. steps in human being that says wake
up crowd
and
step outside
the box
of
what you’re
used to
AS NEW
path
of
Freedom’s
Truth and Light..:)
Ah.. heArt a lit one.. warmer
yes.. in humid rivers flow..
no snow in North Florida
row.. but prison goes
up the hill a little
further in brick
story school..
to take
River
flow
away
eventually
freezing heArt
no longer wave
oh.. ocean blue
eyes i miss you
at 47.. but i flow
back to me at 55..
no signs of speed
limits for me..
i flow
i ride
i play
i pray
rivers
edge free
to waves
Ocean Blue
in i’s of I! now..:)
Joy
eYes..
romancing
emotions
moving connecting
creating flowing waves
ocean never ending..
so below.. a spark..
a light.. libido
never
ever
oceans
emotions
wheels of
Love
always
ending
words
below..
above
i LOVE
below
above
i
AM..:)
Ah.. mothers pride of children
like cubs of mother Lioness
step high step low
grow more
as Love
Flows..
in out
as tides
of dark
and Light..
a mix makes
birds buzz
and bees fly..:)
OH no.. and then
there’s work
and school
starts again..
and then
theRe’s
tires
and
re
tiring
life with
full rubber
on wheels of
life again.. a
Live we go
in golden
years
if
allowing
flow of
life
once
again..:)
Lynn.. of course write on course
it’s you again.. at the end
of this dVerse trail..
more and less..
and i never fail
to come again..
hehe.. and yes..
siblings alike
and all
homogenous
cultures tend
to get along
more than
different
abodes
but
different
rules now..
challenge of
eternity to
establish
rules
of compassion
and cooperation
wheRe different rules..:)
A sponge can hold much water..
float forever
on rivers
that move..
connect
to oceans
creating more..
but a sponge
that stills
in one
sink
of
dirty
water
grows
old with
mold before
ever truly creating more
absorbing ocean
instead
of just
one behavioral
sink.. and yeah..
there’s even a
link for
THAT..
smiles..
“Behavioral
Sink” on
Google..
ARE we
rats or
humans..
jury
hung
still
on THAT
chances
are both
and
lesson
learning
moving
connecting
creating
away from
sinks of US..:)
This time Sister..LYNN it is
hard to miss ya..
as we almost
tie at
19 for
me and
20 for you..
but i still
beat you
and expect
you to beat
me next time
as that is fair
enough
for me..
as tie
as well..:)
Ah yes.. the bell tolls for ending school..
and even larger Universities
where friendly eyes
too scared..
connections no
longer growing..
and oh NO WORK..
where all’s a dollar
so much easier
when doing it
with others
free even
with
restricting
school.. yes..
as much as i hate
school.. i miss the
friends more than
any restriction
of school..
and i
feel i
am far
from the
only one on that..
as Facebook friends
most often grow
with High Schools
past.. but nah..
i much too
weird
for them..
now..
but my
school now
is the world instead..:)
There is no schooling quite like the
schooling that is nature
abundant in
freedom of
curriculum of
life.. adding in the
ingredient of Unconditional
Love.. and school becomes
the child that still
feeds upon breast
of Love’s Milk..
where emotions
grow equally
free with
Intellect
too..
Village
always
raising
child before..
home schooling is
the way of hundreds
of thousands of years..
where brick
buildings
and other
mortified
structures
never
rule..
Free Education
Freest with
LOVE
of Village
home and
Family’s Loving
eYes.. allnowallone..:)
Ah.. greaTest thirst for anything in my life has been
the thirst for feeling.. granted exquisite ones
from birth but losing them
to knowledge ways
of robotic
mechanical
cognition being..
OH the LESSONS
OF LIFE LEARNING
well for me then..
THAT less than
70 standard IQ
emotional savants
are beyond measure
of intelligence for
ME
Moving..
Connecting
and Creating..
requiring DOING
moreover
thinking..
lesson
of many of
my less than
70 IQ
teachers
and mentors..
And of course
still major
measure
success in human
creativity making
children Loving
children..
at
any age
of being Well IN
Humanity’s NOw..:)
Child tiMe NOw reaLity
alArm clocks thEn
futURe illusiOn
human
kiNd
NOW
LiVes
ChiLd
eYes
REAL
Sch00l
noWinOW..:)
Oh.. my
goodness.. the
job of childhood speaks
trembling into adulthood
for me.. i always wonder
when will i learn how to well
learn speak.. after all.. my mother
and father do it so fluently.. so well..
ah.. but they never input like i do.. oh
to output is more than input before.. smiles..
and yes.. now i never ever.. no.. ever never shut UP..;)
Wow, this back to school prompt is bringing out some really dark memories and emotion! So sorry to hear about the pressure, the bullying and the loss of your only unconditional friend. Kids are so cruel at times.
Ah.. yes.. Marina Sofia.. in the Poet world and Artist World.. and even any World where there are achievers that break out of boxes there are often these stories of dark and bullying in childhood of those who use this darkness to inspire greater Artistic Light.. but then sadly there are the others.. the bullied who go on to extend the vicious cycle and become bullies more..
BUT ART WINS OUT
IN LOVE.. OF
HUMAN
EYeS..:)
oh heck – that breaks my heart – i had a dog when i was a teenager and he was such a close friend – and even when all other friends sucked
thanks for sharing your story a bit – bullying sucks big time
Yeah.. bullying Sucks Claudia but as the following music video nicely illustrates in ‘Radioactive’ way there is a rising tide of opposition.. namely ART and LOVE that in TSunAmi Form IS washing away the residue of Darker ways of human beings.. some folks call it THE New Age.. THE Illuminati.. THE Real ONE about Truth and Light and not the fake one that folks twist Just like Jesus’ teaching to repress human nature and oppress others in domination through illusory fears of subjugation and oppression..
Anyway.. pioneers from Jesus to most unlikely candidates like Aleister Crowley are predicting this phenomenon for Centuries and Years.. and surely when an African American becomes President of the United States.. and a Woman is about to enter those doors too.. those are sealing signs of a new age of Art IN Love’s Freedom.. in ALL the COLORS that comes in.. and perhaps when a Gay President comes that will be the Seventh Seal of the Kingdom Jesus is speaking of when Love your neighbor as yourself with complete tolerance and acceptance of human differences becomes more than a rule and just a talking point to muse..
BUT the Dance of
Life that comes in
real flesh and
blood human
steps..
But yeah.. then there is Donald Trump who truly stands as a symbol for what most of the folks of my Local First Baptist towering church IS.. when folks enter my River Town.. SEE standing HIGH and LOW at core.. a clique.. a group of human beings.. where they SAY THEY ARE GOD’s chosen.. few.. and the others can wait behind a wall of division.. of true Anti-Christ Mission.. exemplified Ironically so.. in almost ludicrous clarity.. for anyone who can see through all the selfish serving lies of individual or group.. with real Truth and Light of Jesus eYes of Human Nature and the God of Nature as well..
BUT yes.. Tribal Instinct is pArt of GOD and Human Nature too.. and even this Anti-Christ Nature too.. and the solutions are any solutions that help to make the World ONE Tribe where all humans are tolerated.. accepted into THAT UNIVERSAL TRIBE.. and of course the first step of that is a Dance of MOVING.. CONNECTING.. AND CREATING.. SAME STUFF THAT TRIBES OF OLD USE TO ESTABLISH SHARING CONNECTIONS AMONG STRANGERS OF SEPARATE TRIBES..
AND THE BACK BONE OF
THAT NOW… IS
INFORMATION TECHNOLOGY
AND LINES OF COMMUNICATION
THAT CONTINUE TO MOVE AND SPREAD
AROUND THE WORLD.. WHERE PEOPLE
FIND THAT YES.. WE ARE ALL ALIKE AT
CORE.. SHARING.. LOVING.. HUMAN
BEINGS WHEN SET FREE
IN COMMONALITIES
INSTEAD
OF
SEPARATING
DIFFERENCES
AND SURELY
DANCE IS
A UNIVERSAL
LANGUAGE THAT
WORKS FOR OUR ANCESTORS
AND CAN WORK NOW.. IF THAT
REVIVAL
CONTINUES
IN THE
WORLD
OF ART
MY FRIEND..
And SPORTS of ALL
KIND are certainly
part of that Tribal
Dance of one that
binds all together..
particularly Soccer
it seems as ALL
WORK to
MOVE THE
BALL TOWARDS
THE SAME
GOAL..
OF
ONE
NET
OF LOVE..
SOFTER AND
MORE LOVING
OF COURSE
THAN
AMERICAN
STYLE
FOOT
BALL
AND
no wonder
why.. truly..
as WE continue
to evolve OURONE
FEAT OF LOVE..:)
I can see this happening.. the bullying and the exclusions.. those aliens always picking on what’s different.. I think this happened to me as well, but fortunately there where other thing to focus my attentions on.. a few friends and our cat… and then came books.
Ah.. yes Bjorn.. so often the medicine for bullying is the Love of Togetherness and all ways of Moving Imagination and and Connections in Creation Activity that come to rescue us from Bullies of Life.. from Cats and Dogs to books and brushes of painting human life Renewing Love as Creativity..:)
bullying is such a crime and they are always in a gang…the cowards…
Ah yes.. so true Sumana Roy that human bullying is a crime and ‘they’ are most always in a Gang and Cowards in numbers.. and the saddest part perhaps of my bullying in the middle ages of school.. is that the one thing in common that almost ALL of the bullies have in numbers (:Ha! ‘they’ have no idea then.. they are dealing with a budding Anthropologist/Psychologist/Sociologist/Health IN ART Scientist.. eventuAlly degreeING in UNIversITy of West Florida as such;) IS the supporting ideology and human Arms of the giant First Baptist Church in my local area..
And i without my ‘Robert Conrad’.. ‘Wild Wild West’ looking ‘James West’.. Law Enforcement officer (46 years in total terms of that) patriarchal influencing Father.. i am raised by Love dripping with the estrogen of an almost total female matriarchal influence from birth.. just seeing my father twice a year.. trying to quickly imitate that gender role.. BUT that doesn’t work.. obviously.. as i become soft as estrogen and matriarchy will Love..
And I have no clue what this First Baptist Patriarchy thingy is that I must imitate to become one of the MALE crowd then.. and i become a very androgynous looking human at that time that is soft smiling and moving contradicting all the rules of the First Baptist patriarchy fueled by homophobia.. and hate of anything that moves outside the First Baptist BOX of exclusion..
Sadly church is the core sin of bullying in my town.. then.. and sadly still.. just a few years ago.. the most prominent Local Radio so-called Christian Evangelist in my town is still promoting the ideology that ‘homosexual behavior’ is demon possessed with his so-called Christian Manager of the Radio Station suggesting that so-called Welfare MOTHERS SHOULD BE STERILIZED BY LAW AFTER THE FIRST CHILD IF THEY EXPECT TO STAY ON SO-CALLED WELFARE..
I am spitting nails listening to THAT but far too weak then with illness to confront face to face.. but still as weak as i am behind a computer with barely a voice to speak.. I confront the Preacher and Radio Station Manager online.. and both truly never do that again.. on Radio Air.. as far as I know now.. WORDS are powerful sWORDS.. much more powerful than my feet that now press half a ton twenty five times.. and can hypothetically kick most ‘evil butt’.. one on one.. but nah.. I WiLL use Art of Words instead of feat of physical harm.. and on top of that I enjoy my freedom.. and do not want to go to jail.. smiles..:)
I was always big for my age, but on junior high I was bullied by a gang of tough kids. I made it a point to first report them to the teachers, & then each time I found one alone, I would beat them up. Off to the vice-principal’s office we’d go. I was sent back to class, the other kid got expelled. I repeated this several more times, & the bullying stopped.
Hi Glenn.. i still am amazed that i get away free from any beatings
on me.. or any significant fear of that.. but oh the
story different for friends as close as wife..
as my pretty little wife poor with no church
‘rich’ friends behind her in school..
is terrified every
day in school
that literally
mean
girls
are gonna
kill her dead..
they still
don’t
like her
for the same
beautiful reasons..
but nah.. she still thinks
it is just ’cause she was poor..
but that is no competition for
the boys.. as mean girls
continue to beat
the nice
and pretty
ones down..
If only ‘they’
realize real
beauty comes
from
within..
and flourishes
until death do
us
pArt..:)
So much need to pay attention to the individual needs of kids and to continue to draw attention to the damage done to those who are bullied AND, I suppose, to those who bully (I was in the former group. It must be a challenge for teachers to blend individualized lesson plans with the needs of most kids. In a way it would be good to base “grades” on the level of learning but there are the emotional developmental concerns to be considered. Guess that’s why I like teaching adults and enjoyed learning much more as an adult. Round pegs just don’t fit into square holes…but I ramble.
Haha! Victoria obviously i ramble more.. as i am never
one to fit in holes.. except
for rabbit
ones
that never
go
one
way only..
i am a forked
road with
unlimited
roads
that go..
and there is
no individualized
plan that works
for me.. except
me.. and truly
these
avenues
of World
connections
provide more
avenues for US
who fit in no
wholes
round
or square
we are
PI flowing
in PHI
way..
with numbers
never ending
into Infinities
Truth and LigHT..:)