Succubus Syllabus

The only thing which makes real what is being taught to us is our focus that goes into it. It should be this that is harnessed in schools. The educational system sucking the creative life energy out of us instead of expanding it, carries on with its succubus syllabus. We continue to box consciousness into subjective tetra packs which over time turns sour leading to the same old repeated inequalities and social ills. The system is more focused on social engineering and mind control. Alternative points of view are put in the corner, the unruly pupil if it does not realign its perspective is then sent to the headmasters office.

Early school had for me a crazed nutjob at the helm overseeing the cargo of knowledge getting shipped into the interiors of countless children. Not only blocks of information were being craned into each brain. Something else more primitive was being built by the extremely angry foreman overseeing the construction. Clearly a vicious animal lurked not far from the surface, which educators were trying to cover up with the curriculum. It would always pop out and show its ugly face. I saw this from an early age. Frequently I was sent to the head-masters office by teachers who didn’t know what to do with me. The principal was a diehard proponent of corporal punishment which he administered with a leather strap at the back of the legs. He was like a commandant in a concentration camp, the way he mindlessly meted out punishment with an almost industrial efficiency. I remember once he had over ten children lined-up in the office for “special treatment.” Pain was multiplied tenfold when you were last on that conveyor belt of the principal’s wrath. Here was a man with a lengthy career of educating under his belt, yet engaged in repeated sadistic violence against little children. The contradiction was duly noted by me. I was learning things no book could teach here. I was studying human nature in school, an extremely interesting and useful subject.  

Extract from Seescapes Chapter 2.

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