There are Teachers and There Are Educators

Old Man On Park Bench

This is a cool story, whether true or not!

An old man meets a young man who asks: “Do you remember me?”

And the old man says no. Then the young man tells him he was his student, And the teacher asks: “What do you do, what do you do in life?”

The young man answers, “Well, I became a teacher.”

“Ah, how good, like me?” Asks the old man.

“Well, yes. In fact, I became a teacher because you inspired me to be like you.”

The old man, curious, asks the young man at what time he decided to become a teacher. And the young man tells him the following story.

“One day, a friend of mine, also a student, came in with a nice new watch, and I decided I wanted it. I stole it, I took it out of his pocket.

Shortly after, my friend noticed the his watch was missing and immediately complained to our teacher, who was you.

Then you addressed the class saying, ‘This student’s watch was stolen during classes today. Whoever stole it, please return it.’

I didn’t give it back because I didn’t want to.

You closed the door and told us all to stand up and form a circle.

You were going to search our pockets one by one until the watch was found.

However, you told us to close our eyes, because you would only look for his watch if we all had our eyes closed.

We did as instructed.

You went from pocket to pocket, and when you went through my pocket, you found the watch and took it. You kept searching everyone’s pockets, and when you were done you said ‘open your eyes. We have the watch.’

You didn’t tell on me and you never mentioned the episode. You never said who stole the watch either. That day you saved my dignity forever. It was the most shameful day of my life.

But this is also the day I decided not to become a thief, a bad person, etc. You never said anything, nor did you even scold me or take me aside to give me a moral lesson.

I received your message clearly.

Thanks to you, I understood what a real educator needs to do.

Do you remember this episode, professor?

The old professor answered, ‘Yes, I remember the situation with the stolen watch, which I was looking for in everyone’s pocket. I didn’t remember you, because I also closed my eyes while looking.’”

This is the essence of teaching: If to correct you must humiliate, you don’t know how to teach.

Your Help Is Needed

If you go along with the premise that a nation is only as good as the aggregate of the calibre of its citizens then it becomes painfully clear that a nation of people with little integrity, ie. who can be bought by promises of government handout or, if in positions of power and influence, who can be bribed, is a poor nation indeed. And despite real or apparent material wealth, that nation is not long for this earth.

As those of us who recognise this truth would appear to be vastly outnumbered by those who have not yet learned it, then it well behooves us to hasten the learning of the lesson by the majority lest we join them in becoming one of the statistics of a perished society.

To that end I would like to direct your attention to a little booklet that has already achieved remarkable things, The Way To Happiness. A non-religious moral code it has garnered widespread approval and endorsement. It spectacularly turned Colombia around from being a trouble hotspot to one of the more desirable places to live.

I encourage you to read it and if you find it worth while, to likewise encourage others to read it. You can find out more here:

Live The Truth

Live The Truth

Live The Truth
The only way not to lose a rigged game is not to play.
When the ruling class exempt themselves from the ‘Laws’ they expect us to live by, there is tyranny.
The political, financial and military complexes have become one interwoven system of crporate facism based on lies and deceipt.
It is more vulnerable than people think, as it requires our co-operation for it to maintain its illusion of legitimacy.
When we chose to stop playing the game we dissolve the facade of presumed authority over us.
To destroy a lie, live the truth.

And So Went The Masses

And So Went The Masses
I didn’t write this, just copied and sharing cause it’s DEAD ON!

“And so we enter the phase of the program in which the hypnotized masses beg for their own poisoning.

As this picture beautifully depicts, the people are bursting with hope and gratitude towards their authorities, as they beg for their salvation from the nefarious Germ Monster they’ve been convinced is a dire threat to their precious little lives.

But of course, they’re blind. Blind to the age-old tactic of “Problem, Reaction, Solution,” wherein a crisis is manufactured or exaggerated, generating fear and panic… and then, after the hysteria has been sufficiently prolonged, a miraculous remedy for the crisis arrives.

The success of Problem/Reaction/Solution hinges on controlling the information people receive, and thus what they believe. By the use of sophisticated psychological sorcery dispensed en masse via media propaganda and political theatre, controlling what the people believe has become all too easy… during an age in which we have become disconnected from our own intuition through indulging in endless digital brain-rot.

The blindfold is a metaphor for ignorance, unawareness… the lack of ability to discern what is truth from what is deception and manipulation. The people are incapable of sensing the deception due to a prolonged assault on human consciousness. They are utterly under control and will behave exactly as expected… unless they can awaken from the hypnosis and free themselves from the abusive gaslighting relationship with those they look upon as their caretakers.

Take off the blindfold, wake up and smell the horseshit. Health does not come in a syringe. It has to be EARNED through healthy activity: a good diet, exercise, and perhaps most relevant in this particular Germ Monster charade: close contact with a variety of fellow humans.

What twisted, perverted reality are we living in, when we have been convinced that isolation and avoidance of human contact is healthy?

This does not end with a needle. It ends with you waking up, standing up, and saying “I WILL NOT COMPLY.”

-Artwork by Lubomir Arsov