Not fiction at all!

The Story of My Baby Brothers 

Usually falls on glazed over eyes as the children look at me like why were you so happy to have another mouth in your house.  Another person to fight with and for, could not be related to by most of the children in DAYCARE.  Everything is all about them, my turn, my turn, my turn is what they are learning.

This crew was all ears to my story.  A very first!  When I got to the part where Aunt Karla came out and told us it was a boy, they were a little quizzical, but could relate.

But...when I told the story about mommy sending us into the room to quiet baby, we all started a chant, which was so cathartic, I can't even tell you how much.  They started Howling and I with them.  It was a low and gravelly cry that I heard everyday of my childhood, but I never hear it in daycare.

It was the gravelly cry of the baby of the family being comforted by the other children as we all cried together, my heart was lifted, like never before.  I knew them and they knew me.  We were one together in the cry of interdependent children.  We were one in the primal scream of children who love each other and have learned to enter into eachother's dire need for maternal attention.  The Where is Mommy cry and we can't comfort you, but we can cry with you cry!

We comforted each other, that others can talk about you and would have killed you, if they had their way, through abortion and other means of killing your dreams and wonderment.  And they continue to kill you, daily but you have eachother's cries to comfort you and to lean on, when no one ever understands and can see, your crib and the hand that pats your back!   UGGGGGGGHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHH!

totally fiction: sharpening of the human mind! What skills are we practicing and developing...

How come my tennis rep mind can't do math, but it can see a spot moving just outside of the specific realm of eyesight? I will never know. I can read and walk and bounce a ball at the same time, but throw a math equation in there and all the balls fall on the ground! That is my personal question for my mind.

Everytime I see Beethoven I see Daniel. I have no reason to believe this. But I believe that dogs were started on their dominions from the time of the fall. I believe that earlier civilizations programmed species to do and be certain things for them. The fact that Jacob was able to trick fate, somewhat as it were to breed certain colors of animals, so that he could have an investment to take home with him, means that there was knowledge of such things very far back in history. I believe that Daniel and the Hebrew boys took some of the knowledge that was in the possession of the early Semites and incorporated it with the dominions of Medo-Persian civilization.

I think that we are at a crossroads of education where people have the ability to allow the human brain to atrophy or not. Practice is no longer included as part of the process. Hand skills are minimized as menial and unnecessary. We are in trouble. We are in danger of becoming single element species. We can and must take dominion of the education process and aim our humanity in a renaissance movement or suffer a worse dark ages. The Church must take the wheel and stop telling Jesus to take the wheel for the things we must do. The hands must be made to start early being incorporated in the learning process. Analyzation of early specializations must be accompanied with unsympathetic training and not using school as a socialization experiment. My opinion!

Jane Eyre was shamed into a self abasement, which was dehumanizing...

in my opinion...

So now, we let children do as they like, for the most part in schools.

That is not the answer! Finding their handle is a hard job. We don't want to do it. We knock their handle off and give them a fake one, which is fear based.

I see children who are art motivated, letter motivated, building motivated, tactile motivated, taste motivated, etc., etc. They like certain things, but only certain things make them do their best.

My Dad had no other motivator, other than the whip or the "suzie Q". We spent our childhood running from the whip into the suzie q and back again. When that quiver of fear comes over me, I am not able to function at all. He absolutely overplayed the fear factor.

If you don't or do this or that...I will beat you within an inch of your life! etc.

We all had a ruler measuring our bodies to try to calculate how much an inch of our lives were. I still measure, whether I am within an inch of my life or not. Is this an inch away from death? etc. Do we want our children measuring their closeness to death for the rest of their lives? Our words have impact.

Lets teach them to run toward LIFE!

ie. I will kiss you until you find the tree of life!

I think that will work