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There is a sequence to my "Five Years" stories, my recollections from when I was just five years old, and there is a particular point, later on, that this story will relate to or give some clue to an important answer or riddle. This is a nice and simple story, well, actually it isn't really very nice at all but it's a long time ago and that helps to make up for the unpleasantness of it all.
Small boys in particular like to play a spitting game contest and this scene I am recalling now is of a group of my class mates and I have to pause and qualify the word 'mates' because it gives the wrong impression - I didn't have any 'mates', these were fellow infants pupils at the same school but none of them were friends of mine. But anyway for the sake of getting on with the story let us just not dwell on that too long and move on.
They were playing this contest game and of course I wanted to join in but I couldn't and the reason that I couldn't was there was never any possibility for me to produce the thick kind of sputum that these other boys did so easily, mine was more watery saliva with no green or yellow mucous constituent.
Naturally I felt left out and different which is exactly how it was. I only realized maybe twenty or more years later what this actually meant. Sure, I was the one that didn't fit in, that didn't belong, that was the odd one out, that just was never one of the gang and I knew it and I felt it keenly too. But it means something else too.
This is a metaphor for how it is in society, even it seems the most advanced that we have, the odd one out who doesn't or can't belong or fit in is the one who is seen to be the one in the wrong, the one who needs attention to make him fit into the team or group or gang and the gang, group, club, religion, political bunch, work team etc etc is the entity that is correct.
Actually that isn't how it is but is how we force it to seem to be.
So for all intents and purposes that is how it is and the fact that in reality that is not how it is, is insignificant.
Or is it?
My inability to produce sputum is a sign that my lungs, airways, throat and mouth were all disease free. The groups ability to play this game relied on them being able to produce lots of green phlegm and that means that they had diseased airways to some chronic extent.
You could say that they were normal and I was abnormal and that is statistically and group mind-set true but it is true also that they were diseased and I was healthy. That should present as an anomaly to such group mind-sets but it doesn't. Nothing really serves to challenge in any meaningful sense their group-mind-set. That is both a great shame and a pity but it is how we formulate and maintain our modern societies. Don't believe me? One word for you to consider: Loner. That is always used synonymously with 'freak' and many other ideas that serve to strengthen this group mind-set and keep reinforcing it. It is an utterly stupid state of affairs but it is also the mental status-quo or mind-set and I never see anything that challenges it. A great pity really because it is actually a false picture and actually serves to disable society and obstruct it from becoming better than it is.
When you have chronic airway disease there are secondary issues that result, side effects. These children would not have been able to focus and concentrate or to feel comfortable but would have been restless and felt irritable and uncomfortable. And this then produces behavioural problems, as if not being able to focus on schoolwork is not enough on it's own. It also reflects on their home backgrounds. What kind of parents don't notice or don't care when their child has chronic disease of this nature. They might not have known that their child was diseased but they would have noticed, or should have noticed, this chronic symptom. To them it was probably normal too.
On the larger scale these situations, a diseased majority that represents the norm are what is at the root of society's major problems and isn't seen because this group mind-set has opted to blind itself to reality and focus instead on the majority and then simplifying, oversimplying, the situation so that the signs of disease are not seen and the norm is seen as 'how it should be' because 'that is how it is' because the numbers 'make it so'
I would class that as a diseased way of thinking but it is more or less how the thinking is.
For me as a healthy five year old I was an outsider on the fringe of this diseased group and even if someone had explained this to me it would not have changed that situation, I would never have belonged or felt that I belonged. In retrospect I am glad that it was like that. In retrospect, do I have good thoughts about these diseased children, no, and not only am I glad we have never bumped into each other in almost fifty five years I hope it stays that way for the rest of my life too.
There is a popular notion that children who don't belong, as I didn't, need to be in their school anyway so that they experience a peer group; it's all about "socializing". Balderdash to that creepy idea is what I say to such people. In fact how about a taste of that medicine for all those mindless people who unthinkingly spout such garbage: spending five years in a nazi concentration camp has it's benefits, just think how close you can get to other people, just like yourself, in similar circumstances (etc, etc). What better way of "socializing" with one's "peer group"? Get my meaning? I just don't waste time arguing with people who don't have a clue what it is like instead let me tell you I am not joking about nazi concentration camps, and what is more, they are not just in the dim and distant past but, so far as I can clearly see, they are being prepared for use once again so maybe that will be quite a useful "learning experience" for people who think it is clever to subject 'odd', 'strange', (I was never seen that way so that is my exageration of the situation) children to "socialising" which is more usually victimisation and ostracisation by their 'peer' group.
When I was five, from the moment I started school, I wanted to learn. But being in a school with children who are halfway like being dogs as much as humans is not what any healthy child should be subjected to. Some schools are truly evil places and you damage a good and healthy child for life by sending them to such places.
One more thought I want to share with you concerning these children. I was older, but twelve at the most, when I witnessed this. We used to have small bottles of milk in those days. A third of a pint bottle, a glass bottle with a foil top. Usually there were some bottles left surplus in the afternoon, they being a mid morning drink. What these boys liked to do was to carefully twist off the foil top and carefully spit a globule of the green or yellow mucous sputum into the milk. In case you can't believe what I am telling you let me emphasise that they also very carefully replaced the foil cap so that you could not see that it had been tampered with. Do you feel sick? You should. I do every time I recall this fact. And what was their goal in all of that evil behaviour do you suppose? You recall earlier I mentioned about these children not being able to concentrate? They were jealous of those who could and those who enjoyed learning and wanted to learn. They didn't share that idea at all. To them it was almost foreign or alien. Their idea was to 'get their own back' on the good children because they knew, as I did, that the ones who were offered this left over milk were the good children as a reward. These sputum, green mucousy children enjoyed the idea of the good children drinking the milk they had just contaminated.
That was how their thinking was. It was obviously something they did as a routine and for some reason they were allowing me to witness it. I suppose it is a kind of "we know we are the losers in life but here, let the winners have a taste of this." Isn't it sick? So if you think that this school idea is a good thing always and the frequent bullying incidents you read about are anomalies just consider for a moment that this is how it works. These nasty children get to be like alpha males and the school ostensibly is run by adults but at another level it is run by this nasty group - it is always a group because the evil-one establishes it as a group. In my opinion once you have evidence that a school has gone cancerous like this then you would be better of closing it and bulldozing all the buildings.
The prinicple of learning and even the basic idea of education is of course a good one but it needs to be attended to. I don't think that the average british school is a healthy place at all. Reading, writing, learning in general are actually things that children would all want to do if the circumstances are right. I don't think most schools have got a clue really about the very basics of learning and what motivates children to learn. But even if that were not the case and it actually happened to be idyllically realized that still would do little or nothing to deal with the kind of mucous child with a warped mind, and they are quite commonplace in the Uk.
Did the prisoners of the nazi concentration camps do things like that to hurt, spite, target each other? There is another place, like nazi concentration camps where those people, who think, thoughtlessly think is a better term, that putting individualistic, healthy, undiseased, eager to learn children into such a cesspool called a school is a good idea always and that is a UK prison - as an innocent person of course. The juxtapositon of evil mentality is probably much the same - hidden and ignored but ever present and ever destructive.
This is the third of my 'Five Years' recollections and I have deliberately included it before the fourth, yet to be written, because it shows you how I know for sure that when I was five years old I didn't have any ENT (that's Ear, Nose and Throat) infections of any kind or if I did then they were brief colds and that is all. You more than likely won't believe what I tell you next or you will want to doubt my memory or my account. I won't blame you but others will know what I am talking about is probably true. Even for myself, it took forty or fifty years to actually 'connect the dots' so I can hardly blame anyone else if they can't do it in less time than that, but that is all yet to come.
By Paul E. Coughlin
SaneThinking.com
27th April 2007
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