My Little Rebellion #3

The smartest and compliant

My musings on the empire that has set its control and containment on the we who eventually seek to be our true selves in The Singing ouselves sovereign.

“ No I will not eat my peas with the fork” My Dad’s West Point ring smacks the top of my head. Compliance pays. Rebellion cost us dearly our pride and our defiance is met with discipline.

The empire in its education system rewards the smartest and the most compliant. Rewarding these kids with careers of becoming Attorneys, and Doctors. I grew up with some very intelligent kids. We were just kids but we all knew who the smartest kids were. For us the B and C students our Authenticity and Genuis that were not in full compliance with the system were swiftly punished, and sorted to other ways to make money.

Challenging the “authority” was a risk few dared. What the hell is a lunch monitor doing making sure we kids remain polite and well mannered eating lunch? In the hall Hall monitors, and bells that said next class, next teacher, step out of line and get slapped with a ruler on your arm. Finding yourself in the corner with a black mark of isolation and shame missing recess. Nope resistance is futile. The empire teaches us early compliance is,…ITS best to go along and fit in we are all blocks and not circles. Our lesson learned from hiding under desk in case a nuclear bomb explodes at school.

But then was Larry Houghton, who challenged Mr Carpenter in the 7th grade, he spoke up in defiance of a fully grown 6 foot 2 man who demanded respect simply by his presence, I just had to turn my head and look back to see who said that?

Upon the daily doubles in football at the end of practice was the legendary hill drills in the heat of the day …with the coaches and all the other authority figures on top of the hill…with whistles, Coach Ladd says “We can do this all Day gentleman” Larry shouts No We Can’t! Immediately Ladd screams “Who said that"?' No one outed the one who was saying what we all felt. Authority challenged heroes are admired and respected forever.

Coming of age the rage of rock and roll, the Vietnam War, the killing of JFK, RFK, MLK nope compliance is enforced with a bullet if you challenge the war machine that insist on violence as not the last resort but a racket to depopulate and profit.

Rage I did. I did not know what I was raging against, however my authoritarian Dad taught me …. “That I was considered expendendable” ‘Under my roof these are my rules.” At school teachers were gods, going to the Principal’s office was considered the worst of all events.

Time of the covid con, cowards quickly lined up to protect grandma at the expense of their own demise. The the old hippies fighting the man their entire lives,… quickly all lined up for their shots.

Time to put my true faith in God. I worked in big pharma for 15 years, I was well and aquainted with the what we called the evil empire. Health was not the first intention, profit was. Hell we were all confused for a time. Until after the 2 weeks to flatten the curve came to HERD immunity, no mask to 1 mask, to 2 mask. Mocking and insulting as it all seemed that the blank PI Package Insert told me scam!!

Our youngest son never got vaccinated, I was hip to the con, I had learned about Homeopathy and the way to heal the body was not a big pharma concept. Rebellion met with little repercussions. Compliance cost our neighbor whose son was autistic and a full handful of unpredictable behavior.

In order to get a job feed the family buy a house and decent car required some compliance and attempting to fit in to a career that after every day takes a small piece of your soul is well after awhile it eats at you. Being downsized, rightsized, optimized is demoralizing once your self identity is interwoven in your daily bread. I tried to be compliant, excell at my craft, soon learning my Dad was right, I am considered “expendable.” One begins to do what is necessary to carry on changing hats and trying to fit in. I realize now I will never fit in. The empire is a system. I am a outlier who now watches from the edges playing the game.

Cowards we all are. Compliance pays. They crucified Christ. That does not look to be worth the effort, until one realizes the conquering of evil by transcending this physcical death of flesh. The Good Lord Gives and takes away. Our every sacred breath is under Grace. Once we do not fear death the game changes. Noble we become on a mission to awake the remembering of who and what we are. No longer does the algorythm of the empire of control and containment become enslaving to the soul who demands a full sovereighn existence.

“No I will NOT eat your damn peas with a damn fork, when the spoon works better.”

No I will not go silently into that darkness, I will go boldly bringing my light that this remembering has ignited.

We did not come to play small. We came to be a disruptive force to the powers that have so glibly bragged of their depopulation and suffering intentions to those whose compliance will not resist. Fuck that!!

Awake O Sleeper, Arise from the dead, and Christ shall give you Light.”

Ephesians 5:14

I am in the pusuit of the language of Light. My lil Rebellion #3