"I will not hurt any student, and I will protect all learners from harm. I will remember that there is art to learning as well as science, and that caring, empathy, social, emotional and physical development are as critical as intellectual achievement. I will apply, for the benefit of each student, all available instructional supports and resources, in the knowledge and conviction that we each learn differently, and that everyone can learn." socratic-oath-for-educators
Socrates, the "father of western thinking" was forced by controlling society to drink poison for their perceived crime of corrupting youth.
In the first decade of the 20th century, Snake Apple Tree wrote a serial of short stories entitled The Murder Chronicles (aka New Murder Fiction).
It was published incomplete to www.snakeappletree.co.uk.
This has nothing at all to do with; Liang Yaosheng's works of same title or R. Barri Flowers works of same title or the-line-up's interactive fictions of same title or anybody else using the same title which quite clearly is collectively a shareware title under no formal copyright property.
Snake Apple Tree's serial as a complete includes both the final (unpublished) chapter(s) and also other short stories not included in the published core. They were not published due to their personal nature. The serial is billed as being semi-fictionalized accounts of true stories. They are tales from the underground; official records always show very different versions of events. This is because the official versions are cover-ups by a corrupt society.
The following are chapters of the final novella (Proxy Kill) of the serial.
Manufacturing a collective operational base which holds a paradigm and enforces it upon target.
The paradigm enforces depression upon the target of such severe intensity that the target commits suicide.
Everybody says "its a shame" and enjoys their suffering of the loss of othe target from the collective.
In animal species we observe this behavior. Example, a murder of crows (collective noun for a flock of crows in English language is 'murder') will peck to death the weaker members of the flock, increasing the amount of available food scraps to scavenge for the stronger members. This maintains the health of the flock while being a bitch for the target.
Trying to control the target.
Enforcing a false paradigm, establishing it in the mind of zombi's as the officially endorsed collaborative agreement, the dominant narrative.
Instead of respecting nature, intuition, spirit.
Aboriginal map of reality has three circles: the world of nature, the world of Spirits, the world of Humans. The world out of balance is the world which accepts only Humans as valid and Nature to be exploited, and dismisses the world of Spirit as make-belief.
Shaman integrate it as Truth.
The excuse to protect 'vulnerables' from those who can and want to help.
The result is:
Without help, the vulnerable kills him/her self.
Luci was 14.
I was 28.
I saved up and bought a Japanese fretless blue electric bass guitar.
Luci saved up and bought a red electric fender guitar.
The first time we met was in the street, both in the glow of yielding our tools which were finally in our possession, on that first day of ownership.
There is magick in instruments.
There is even more magick in music.
There is magick in the universe to have put this coincidence together.
We are but cogs in an intergalactic, multi-dimensional machine the mechanics of which are far, far beyond our understanding. The very best we can hope for is to recognize some small glimpse of this, through the divine worshipful connection of, when we trust our intuition, when we let music flow through us without mind getting in the way, when we have sex. These are the three principles of divine worship.
Luci was dark and worshipped dark gods with blood and sex magic.
She had a shrine to black metal and goth.
She had candles and spoke a language I have not heard in several incarnations.
A young witch coming of age, wise far beyond her years and obsessed with Jungian Shadow.
Luci and I did not have sex.
We did play music.
We did talk about psychology.
Luci was depressed and cutting herself deeper each time.
I had recently finished doing counseling nvq2 and frustrated that the red-tape limitations of doing it professionally for money through the state would make any real attempt at actually fixing somebody, not possible. The girl needed emotional and mental support, she needed a hug. She needed a fuck but being only 14 in a nation which kills paedophiles and where the age of consent is 16, we did not go there. We could have and it was a potential between us. Some other lucky brat would have to sort her out that way. I proved my parental responsibility. We behaved in accordance with social conformity despite occasionally facing down natural instinct together.
Our relationship was mostly defined by music tutor and counselor. I lent her cd's and guitar effects boxes. We both used the same software, so I taught her some of the tricks I have learned with it. It helped her to focus on creativity instead of self-destruction. Her family members who got to know me and who trusted me remarked the positive influence I was having on her. She stopped cutting so often. Her scars began to heal.
The prejudice twats did not like me sniffing around a vulnerable minor.
They did not like the age gap.
They beat me up in the street.
They knew where i lived.
I stopped visiting her.
That was my mistake.
She cut too deep.
She dead now.
After the tragedy of Luci I traveled to get over it.
I trusted my intuition and I went in that direction, regardless.
I found myself in the Valley.
From the outside, the Valley is the last retreat of free people in Britain.
It does have an internet site and it is described on there as;
There are no facilities.
It is entirely based on people and people skills.
A place where free people can go to develop skills not even known about by the city slaves and their mindless polluting conformity.
Drink water and wash from the stream.
Import food or grow your own.
The Valley is surrounded by forest.
The community is organized well enough that a daily shit-bucket collection takes your toilet from your bender and deposits it in the community compost.
Kids born there are educated locally and not by state school.
It is hardly Canada and the reserves, but its the closest thing to it in UK.
Everybody knows everybody.
Everybody knows everybody's business.
A culture in miniature highlights the issues which all cultures face.
Politics is as rife in the Valley as it is in the city.
It is also somewhat of a tourist venue for those curious and able to find it and get there.
Everyone lives openly, which is to say everyone has the same STDs because with a very small population of very open minded people, liberal people gonna do what liberal people gonna do.
Popi grew up there.
At 15 Popi had enough.
I heard about Popi.
Popi a Bright in the context of the 2017 movie Bright (directed by David Ayer).
Everybody loved her.
Popi was the most free spirit the Valley had produced, of a population who uphold being a freespirit as the ultimate Human Right and Aspiration.
My intuition screamed at me that I have to connect with her.
As soon as possible.
I asked around.
The community protect.
"No mate, you ain't going near our Popi."
"Ye well thanks for making me feel like a wolf after a sheep but there's more to it than that."
"We don't know you."
I looked her square in the eye.
"I am True. You don't know Truth."
I wasn't though. Had i been True i would have gone direct to her.
My mistake was a preconception that I needed to go through other people to find her.
The Valley works its mysterious charms; to take, to give, to set its own balance.
I knew that by connecting with Popi I could set her toward a path she needed to be on, and that it had to be me because nobody else could do it. Because of the primal nature of energy and how it dances, electromagnetic. I cannot explain this without sounding crazy to the crazy people.
I had seen the girls spirit and connected with her in dream. Because brights stand out in the darkness and I have stared into that darkness so much that I can see the motions of brights, their colours which have meanings, where and how they flow, and ebb. I saw the imminence of her ebb.
The valley closed its cultural gates against me.
I saw her ebb extinguish and I cried.
Later, i heard that Popi had killed herself.
Those who knew her explained, she had been trying to get away from the valley and its controlling culture. She had nowhere to go.
I returned to my empty flat in the city which was a gate to so much of the multiverse.
Another light gone out.
Soon after that I encountered a young teenage boy crying on the back doorstep of a church at the back of my apartment. I asked him whats up? Sat next to him. Talked. He opened up to me.
"Social services has forced me into adoption with a woman who does not feed me and hits me."
He showed me the bruising.
"The teachers don't care. The police don't want to get involved. So I have run away. I don't know where to go."
I could not take a vulnerable minor into my apartment alone without putting myself at risk. i do not operate that way.
I was returning to my apartment to eat because I had not eaten for a day or two. Neither had Toni.
I suggested we buy food from the shop, which we did. Moving the body in walking is a step toward going forward, motion, holistic metabolic system regulating itself toward balance, starts the healing. He stopped crying and had a goal now, albeit temporary and small but the food would help.
He is eating my food, technically not my food but food I had bought. My energy is going into him with it. His configuration would shift and align with mine. This is how energy works. Idiots do not see it this way.
We discussed his friends and their parents being home, people who know him and can help.
He was missing the hell out of his old friends, his old school, his old life. He had been banned form seeing any of them by his foster mother.
We visited his friend in another part of town. He was grateful that I knew the route.
His friends parents were out and I did not want to drop him off there, it felt bad.
We visited another of his friends in another part of town.
We borrowed the phone to call Toni's mother and she told him to fuck off.
The friend phoned his own mother and arranged Toni could stay the night there.
She likes Toni and knows him well.
This felt good. The healing Toni needs even if only for one night.
I did not know what else to do.
Had I called the authorities, the police &/or social services, it would have betrayed Toni's trust for me and it would have caused him more problems.
He would have run away again with nowhere to go.
He would lose trust in other people and his ability to trust others would be damaged.
Shaman are healers. We are advanced at emotional psychology and at psychology.
We do our best to do the right thing.
I did not see Toni again but I did see a few of his friends sometime later who told me that he had gone back to his foster mother's and they hadn't heard of him since.
6. This list continues.
Many more examples. People would rather drive their kids to suicide than allow a shaman to heal them. This is UK 21st century. I do not regard any of this to be my failing because I tried damn hard to prevent those who I could see are going to do it, from doing it. Everyone who was binding them to the path of self destruction did everything they could to get rid of me by labeling me as the danger element, as an unknown, as a potential risk.
There is a beautiful tradition that by remembering to others the lesson of a persons life, is to honour that life.
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