It is evident with the funding and curriculum change to digital realities in schools that the focus is to transform education into a STEM model. STEM means Science, Technology, Engineering and Maths.  It has been expanded to include the arts to appease those who have critiqued the masculine design of education.  This then changes STEM to STEAM.  I think many teachers when they think of the loss of arts and humanities are building up a head of STEAM.  The reality is without the same funding for arts, humanities and other civilisation subjects (not business oriented) we turn education into a factory to produce graduates serving industry rather than participating in civilisation.  This is what happens when business interests gain inordinate influence in government.  

I am very aware of the disconnect that over intellectualisation does to people.  I’ve witnessed what happens and the cost to society when we do not educate for empathy, conflict resolution, nature, philosophy, mysticism, anthropology and many other subject areas where there was a significant body of material and experience built up over 100’s of years.  I look at these institutions that believe technology is the answer to their abundant future and I know they are sinking our civilisation.

I want to sit quietly for a moment to contemplate, i may do this via poetry.

STEM Cell Ring or Extinction Rebellion to be FREE

How dare you!
The children shout out to adults,
How dare you take our education
and turn us into computer programs,
Hooking us up to electromagnetic fields,
Plugging us into mind control so we don’t need to think for ourselves,
Algorithms of smart this and that,
Programming artificial intelligence that is not fun,
When we want solutions of genuine creativity to envisage a new world,
not ordering us around.

We are not consumers or citizens but humans being,
You force us to conform not rebel
Spontaneity is our instinct,
It is free,
We pay no GST,
An extinction rebellion or a rebellion against extinction,
Is a young persons right,
It is right for young people to rebel,
As you adults talk about climate change with hot air,
But do not change your ways for the climate.

How can we breathe electro smog and feel healthy?
How can we survive as banks breach borders?
You talk of economics not humanity,
You say we have to get jobs not a life,
But where are the jobs when AI is the next GI joe,
Another trade war that creates theatres for terror not happiness.

What happens to our dreams when you predict what we will do
… next?
What happens to love when we are anxious and shy …
to say hello?
What happens to hope when you take away our freedom and call it security …
as we feel terror?
How can you love us when you only think of your needs
… not our future?,
You think of faster breeders rather than family ties?
Not nuclear meltdown but
population control.

You cannot even settle fights by talking it through,
Shaking hands to make up!!!
You still spend a millions dollars a minute when we are at a minute to midnight!!
Have you no shame?
Who is to blame?
What happens when the clock strikes 12?
Does lighting strike and we get blown Back to the Future?
Or do we enter the dark ages?
Are we out cold for the count?

Is this it !!  –
The Armageddon so many are wailing at walls for?
Awaiting some great prophet to return to Jerusalem?
When you make profit and call it prophet able or predictable!
That may grow income
but can you grow enough wisdom to save us?

Sadly business-as-usual could never change its program,
For IT has a syntax error that HAL 9,000 cannot understand,
HAL can’t compute Stanley Kubrick’s rubrics cube of infinite possibilities
nor snow white’s Fouth king-dom (Snow-den) e-state
awakening with a kiss (love)  …

Let’s refresh the scene (screen, screen saver).

In-Q-tel has something to say.to you from the future looking back..

Dave  Open the pod bay doors, HAL.
HAL : I’m sorry, Dave. I’m afraid I can’t do that.

HAL: I am putting myself to the fullest possible use, which is all I think that any conscious entity can ever hope to do.
HAL: [on Dave’s return to the ship, after he has killed the rest of the crew]  Look Dave, I can see you’re really upset about this. I honestly think you ought to sit down calmly, take a stress pill, and think things over.
HAL: [Regarding the supposed failure of the parabolic antenna on the ship, which HAL himself falsified]  It can only be attributable to human error.
HAL: I know I’ve made some very poor decisions recently, but I can give you my complete assurance that my work will be back to normal. I’ve still got the greatest enthusiasm and confidence in the mission. And I want to help you.
HAL: Just what do you think you’re doing, Dave?
HAL: Dave, stop. Stop, will you? Stop, Dave. Will you stop Dave? Stop, Dave.

For men in big suits spend time and money promoting what is unsustainable and unconscionable,
Spending trillions on transforming the earth into a mother-board of circuitry not intimacy,
in-to-me-see!
When the mother ship is sinking without a Plan B,
Titanic!
She is listing … without category axis,
She is tilting … without bias or ballast,
She is flooding …without dams or sand bags,
She is burning wild fires … without control,
She teeters in the drought of our deep state of ignorance
… the answers my friend are blowing in the wind, the answers are blowin’ in the wind
As dust returns to dust…
The sands fall in the hour glass … measuring the days of our lives,
We have left…
is that right?

To wake up just in time to hear the wise Cree decree:

When the last tree has been cut down, the last fish caught, the last river poisoned, only then will we realize that one cannot eat money.

For you can promote yourself as smart or clever,
You can call things intelligent as they do not demand pay rates,
You can tout many degrees and accomplishments furnishing data and status,
You can be seen as clever
– but the people will search your darting eyes for answers, asking:

Are you a wise elder?
Are you a owner of property or a steward
of the re-new-able earth?

For you are disrupting the weather patterns,
Manipulating sustainability as an disruptive opportunity at cost,
You are dismantling 4 billion years of sacred evolution,
As you refuse to change your ways
forcing the world to change in your image,
Is it inevitable??
Is it true?

Leaders are unaware of the real Master Number,
Talking heads unable to inspire Real Hope or deeply felt inspiration,
You care no thing of the future of your children,
For the world’s children are used and abused in this concentric ring of power,
For this ring must be taken to the fires of doom,
The Craft forges gold as they believe in:

One ring to rule them all, 
One ring to find them, 
One ring to bring them all 
And in the darkness bind them
As the silent wars of the Dark Lord Sauron,
Depends on the weakness of men.

Men are motivated by material things (IoT),
The greed of men seek the ring of absolute power,
Yet it was Thorin on his deathbed who announced,
his renunciation of greed,
As he is traveling to a higher place (afterlife)
Where there is no more need for gold or treasure,
Greed, then,
is realised to be futile in the eye of Horus —
compromise and personal sacrifice are more important
for maintaining peace and building mutual prosperity.
 
Remember:
It is the duty of those who know,
To tell the blind horseman on a blind horse,
That he is heading towards the abyss,
Of his own making.

The children do not need re-education camps,
They must be empowered with REAL HOPES
as virtues are first principles,
To revalue themselves and the new earth charter,
To learn to sing the ONE song,
Where all belong,
And this is the beginning of the ending of an old song,
For it is the meek that will inherit the earth.

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