What be the solution to the answer..?

[cosmicB]

In grade-4 elementary school.. I was a natural.. and the teacher saw it too...
The whole class was delegated to something, on the wall to wall mural across the full width of the blackboard...
...Some were making paper trees, and paper grasses and birds... Others were drawing ferries and mythical creatures...
The tech sent me to the middle of the blackboard, drawing hearts...
...After half a dozen hearts quite well drawn on the board, by the trees.. teach approached: "Those are beautiful hearts there donnie"...

"Yep!.. I'm drawing them from my soul"...

"OH!.. uHh..Well.. uhm?.. What are the second holes on the points of your hearts?.."

"I don't know.. They're just there"...

Ohh.. That would be a little too much for the tender young minds here in this room, for now... Would it affect your quality if you were to leave off the second tip, and just make your beautiful hearts with all only single-points?!.."

"OK"... and I erased all the pussies of my heart drawings...

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I wonders how many others of you had their "naturalness" squashed in elementary school..?

And I'm wondering what there is to do to repair us..?

It's not so much as they damaged my spirit.. It's just that they hit so hard, and often, that I was forced to hide my spirit deep inside, where they could never hurt that precious life-foundation of mine.. for it being so well hidden in me, in thought processing areas they could never hope to access in their whole lifetimes...
Trouble is that it shrinks a spirit, to be in compression so long, and so safe...
But a concentrated spirit is an operating mind....
They fear the mind... is why they try to close all those they find open...
In other words, "Thee Inquisition".. is live and well, in democracy...

I ask brilliant shrinks.. and it seems they all suffer from the same "ailment".. and none of them have the slightest clue how to solve it.. is pretty-much why they're all shrinks...
And it seems that all six-bil of you have each their own similar ailment... as if we are all got a little cut and scar from something mean that happened to us back then...

Instead, we cover it up, and try to forget it... But it sometimes bubbles forth, to pester you a little more... and the fight is on, again... You against you... till some semblance of reality's sanity catches your attention... recovering you from hell, yet another inner rescue...

I suppose the solution is the answer, to "How do you restore a damaged, or hiding, spirit..?"

I suppose the lucky ones didn't have their spirits attacked by the culture.. to force us to fit in.. cuz they were born into groups that already fitted-in... They had no struggles.. save for their frequent bouts of constipation and squirtz, from every port...

[Fred75]

And I'm wondering what there is to do to repair us..?

As an adult you put it behind you and no longer dwell on it.

[cosmicB]

hiding it, covered up, in the "closet".. it haunts you when your situation's conditions are similar to the original incident...

I think that hiding or covering up is like "going partially "insane" to deal with something one doesn't want...
I'm thinking the solution is to face it head on, and deal with it fully, once and for... But the question is.. How..?

So are there any others out there who were crushed in school..? or are being crushed in school..?
It seems if you don't seem to fit any of their slots, that they feel the need to destroy your spirit, and fill you up with crap that will make you fit into their little insanity boxes...

[Lena]

In 9th grade the vice principal told me with my grades and attitude I'd end up as a homeless person or the career other woman .....................

Years later when my married much older bf took me to Acapulco and we woke up in a room overlooking the ocean I thought about what she'd said and was so happy she'd recognized my potential !

[cosmicB]

Congrats Darlin'..

It's not that you were never gonna make it.. It's that you were all-ways you... They just couldn't see the you for the echo and image they wanted you to be of them... You remained you in spite of their attempts to make you just like them, in their pitiful little dead-end holes in the ground...

But you gotta admit.. it was a struggle to stay you, near them, with them forever trying to dissect you, biopsy you, crush your spirit, and pour their mindless-poop on your precious personal private path's preferred ways...

[Lena]

Time to find something your interested in cosmic and get excited about it . The world crushes or forces us all to conform .

If I can get to be a reasonabley happy person despite a father who convinced me I was dooomed anyone can ...........................!

[cosmicB]

Time to find something your interested in cosmic and get excited about it . The world crushes or forces us all to conform .


I hear you genius...

I did get into something I thought was the best thing I could do... and spent most of my life into it so deep that it would have killed most folk faster than they could say "oops"...

I had stumbled through seven major so called "near death accidents"... each one right into death.. and each time I managed to wriggle out...

Then I started to study the strange new stuff I experienced in those seven peak experiences... searching for the deepest memories of all that happened in each of the seven.. by pushing my thought processing deeper and deeper each day, for about an hour or two, every day for 30 years... to the point I am able to teach anyone how to do any so called "psychic" trick...
And strange things happened during my researching my mind's accesses and abilities... Weird ghostly things would walk in my apartment... My visitors saw them too... One walked right in front of us, a foot away from two of us necking on the couch... It was a very dark shadow, about 7 foot tall...
Another knocked me out of bed so hard that I left big dents in the wall where I hit.. then it held me down real hard, my face shoved to the carpet...

Another stepped on the foot of my huge bed, with its front paws, in a meter spread... It has to be big to be that wide... Then it walked on the bed, cracking every piece of wood in the frame... I had to buy a new bed-frame...

Those are only a few out of hundreds...

I fgured I should make humanity aware of what else is hiding and lurking in so called "reality"... So I wrote everything up as it happened, in absolute detail... into 70-thousand pages of extremely condensed handwritten notes... Notes so deep that I would need to establish ultra-deep self-trance just to begin to understand what I wrote...
I'd drop today's notes on yesterday's notes...
There were 14 new sciences in the boxes.. a hundred untapped primary major technologies in each of the 14... 1 of 1400 was the bench manual for a liquid electricity emitter... in short, "engines for flying cars"...

Everyone I spoke about any of this to would up and insult me on the spot... so I burned the notes in the garden on my birthday... So you are absolutely correct there genius.. I need to get into something I like...
So I'm into building homes and gardens for the forest critters... You should see the plastic bird nests, with tiny umbrellas...





"happy person despite a father who convinced me I was doomed"..........


Yeah!.. I'm there too... but in my case, the b***** was the one who doomed-me every chance he could...
I think his problem was that he got mum knocked-up, and had to marry her because of me... From a few months old he abused and brutalized me to the extreme... I was lucky to survive him... I'm trying to force the thousands nasty memories from surfacing...
I gotta get outa this! talk at cha later...

[Lena]

Well thanx for being so grateful for my interest & trying to help..........................