On raising a free child (or on everything)

I never know how I’m going to wake up the next morning or what the next moment will look like.

Most people think they do, only because they press “play” each morning, unconsciously, and they automatically step into the role/mode of their automated, subconscious memory.

True Rebellion

I feel that the greatest rebellion of our day and age is to uneducate our self; to rid our self of all the false teachings that burden our heart and soul. For unless we do, we will be pulled down by them, no matter what else we attempt to do. Before this courageous act of self-delivery, we can't hope to raise free, whole human beings.

Let's change the dialogue

When most people tend to believe/follow/support something, there's always (still) something hiding, something fishy going on, that is being pushed under the table.

Where the many go, caution is needed!

This is just a small example of everything that's attempting to capture and bind our attention with hidden intentions...

Our comfort zones

Every day I see her photos. They are on my computer's screen saver as a slideshow and all around the house.

Every day I see her books, her toys, her writings, her drawings, her crafts. They're everywhere. It's a house that has always been kid-centered.

Every day I see her clothes. They're still hanging in her wardrobe and folded in her drawers. I know that most don't fit her anymore.

Another brick in the wall

So, you’ve given yourself the excuses. You’ve answered your questions. You’ve even answered them for others, in your head, without needing to ask them directly. You’ve arranged everything inside your head, to defend our case and have closed the door.

“You never have to open it again”, you tell yourself, “that’s known ground”. Besides, you can’t keep all doors open, you have to move on.

A different faith

There was no way I could school my child. It's like saying, enslaving her knowingly... although freeing her from the beginning, was painful.

The hardest system that I had to overcome in my life has been the schooled judicial system inside me called "justice", which the social construct still holds dear although it is life-threatening. 

It's been an uphill road to self-liberation but the opposite would be to remain strapped, unable to fly freely.

Daring to look

One more story…

One more actual, factual description… 

You spent more than an hour telling me how you built your house. I listened bewildered, unable to take in lightly everything that you were telling me out of your memory and your heart. My heart was telling me “it can’t be true” and yet I knew that it was. I just couldn’t believe (or didn’t want to believe) all that I was hearing; all the details, with names, dates, incidents that painted a bloody picture of reality, so common that it’s frightening to realize. My psyche was refusing to internalize it all, especially not as something “normal” that happens everyday in every area of this country, which it is happening!