A Teachers Guide to Education

A Teachers Guide to Education

Get out your pen and paper,

& start taking notes.

The education system,

is a total flocking joke!

Teaching the poor children,

a bunch of pseudo science,

or the triumph of world war two,

and other forms of twisted violence.

As if it is somehow normal,

to blast off each others heads,

whilst Universal knowing,

is given zero cred.

Never do they tell us,

that the answers are within,

to trust our intuition,

or the joy that life can bring.

They train the kids like robots,

to do what their flocking told,

condition them to know not,

that their hearts are made of gold,

and that we download information,

from our hearts into our brains.

The system is quite blatantly,

mind control to make us lame.

A training ground for worker bees,

to take on 9-5's,

with zero innovation,

money makers in the hive.

As if life is a number,

& that a figure is the goal.

They send you into slumber,

& they snatch your sacred soul.

Taught our one two three's,

and the concept of separation,

never told that geometry,

is where the maths originates from.

Our cerebro thinks in shapes,

and so the shapes we're fed are ugly,

an unsymmetric mess, and hence,

our waters slowly muddied.

You can't express your soul,

and to abide to popular opinion.

The kids squeezed into a pigeon holes,

like manufactured minions.

Too many follow orders,

& don't question what they're taught,

and stay within the borders,

& point no fingers at their faults.

What of teaching oneness,

or the great human potential?

Instead we're filled with numbness,

and get literally driven mental.

To function from the left brain,

is to be like a computer.

Fits perfect with their game you know,

a transhumanism future.

Strap the kids up to machines,

then they needn't think at all.

From young they set the scene,

just let the robots do it all.

So what about the basics,

to treat each other with respect,

to be authentic, not to fake it,

& not be down each others necks?

Never taught to simply breathe,

only taught the breath of fear,

& so the tricks inside their sleeves,

to the likes of us are not so clear.

I'm sorry to be rude miss,

I don't mean to be harsh,

but growing your own food,

why is that not taught in class?!

'Cause that might give us independence,

& a solid strong foundation,

& physically and spiritually,

know our place, our true relation.

Little focus on nutrition,

instead we're fed a load of bull,

that don't help us on our mission.

We are the fodder, don't be fooled.

So why did no one teach us,

how to build our own abode?

Obviously to keep us,

knuckled down with a dead-load.

Paying rent or mortgage,

check out the etymology,

mortgage meaning a death pledge,

it's a telling terminology.

The roots of our common language,

undisclosed, kept under wraps.

Of course to their advantage,

as we endure their mental crap.

The game you see is rigged,

only conformists make it through.

They don't want you thinking BIG,

crushed ambition, human zoo.

All of your natural talent,

gets brushed off to the side,

then mainstream current takes you,

on a stony, rocky ride.

The teachers teach resentfully,

paid off with minimum wages.

The children sit attentively,

and absorb the teachers rages.

90% of what we say,

is on a subtle level,

it's more to do with how you say it,

body language, the human vessel.

You see kids are reading energy,

before they're reading books,

our lives could be a melody,

accept we're ruled by crooks.

Why tell me, is life's meaning,

not the primary focal topic,

and expression of ones feelings?

Seems the basics, we forgot it.

Who we are, and where we came from,

if that's not number one,

then what the hell are they teaching us,

underneath our radiant sun?

The pineal gland of children,

under seven is at its peak.

Akashic record access,

they are surfing worlds so deep.

Inherent are the memories,

of dimensions, other lives.

They're feeling subtle energies,

don't be fooled by their body size.

Then comes the smart-arse teacher,

to tell them what is what,

whilst Sophia is surfing the ether,

the teachers eyes wide shut.

Who do they think they are talking to?!

Point is, they just don't know.

What sickness are we brought into,

sensitivity at an all time low!

Many children lived thousand of lifetimes,

and carry through their wisdom,

only to get undermined,

by a newbie in da system.

We treat the kids like morons,

and we think that we know best.

If the truth be told, we're far gone,

so grossly we are enmeshed.

Been in this game for so long now,

we've lost touch with who we really are.

Forgotten life is a song now,

and that we're children of the stars.

We've inhabited Earth for aeons,

in multi tongues and all terrains,

ancient cultures & religions,

you see, the young, they know the game.

We've played the soldier & the layman,

the pauper, and the King,

the mystic and the shaman,

now leave the kids to do their thing!

Innately they know their purpose,

if you give 'em a little space.

Treat them worthily and earnest,

& they'll share their divine database!

Give 'em the tools of navigation,

for this brief window in time.

Child led vocation is the way to go,

throughout all space and time.

Some call it autonomous learning,

letting the child take lead.

See what their hearts really yearn for,

then you're sure not to mislead.

Too many forgotten geniuses,

who's giftedness never was cherished,

who knew way before they were fetuses,

the field in which they would relish.

Only to land in this asylum,

baffled and overwhelmed.

From all knowing, in the land of the silence,

to battle in a graveyard of spells.

Some kids have to move just to think,

Sir Ken Robinson says it on point.

Whilst psychiatrists are handing out Ritalin,

just to make the kids sit in the joint!

Do Schools Kill Creativity? (Link)

There are visual and audio learners,

kinaesthetic, and readers and writers,

and we might just turn one or two corners,

if we embraced this, our future much brighter.

'Cause the children of course are our future,

and the present is built on our past,

and here we are, picking up the pieces,

like the remains of a nuclear blast!

Our work here is multi dimensional,

from undoing emotional baggage,

and trans-generational trauma,

from our lives that were a little more savage.

And all that plays out in the physical,

& it's our job to seek out solutions,

so when acquainted with quizzical types,

it may be the start of a revolution!

So hey teachers, thank you for listening,

and I pray that you take this on board,

as we're well overdue for a shift in the system,

after all, we are no brick in the wall.