Portrait by my student Frida Hald Skole

I am different from my sister and 2 brothers.  They seem to live outside in the world, while I live in my head and in the sky.  With envy, I watched my mom pack my brother’s new school supplies for this very first day of school. On my tippy toes at the window, I watched her walk him to school and just knew school must be special.  At the end of the day, he returned simply tired, and mom stressed he had to put his school clothes away before play.

From kindergarten through graduate school I was bored, abused, diminished, and detained. As a teacher in public education, I was frustrated, bored, abused, punished, and restrained. As a mom, I was enraged. My son was reading chapter books in preschool.  In kindergarten, they wanted to place him in special education because he could read.  His kindergarten teacher acted like a terrorist, screaming, swinging, and controlling their bodily functions. In college, he was told he wanted to learn too much and was a nuisance.  With my blessing he exited the institution

As a middle school teacher, I was asked, “Why we gotta learn this?”  “Keekee is cutting herself, what do I do?” “Is it stealing if I drink breast milk?”  When I taught inmates in juvenile detention, I asked, “How can I teach if they can’t have a book or pen?”  “Why can’t I go to the floor, if he can’t come to the classroom?”  “What drugs are you giving them?  Why?”  My incarcerated students were the most intelligent children I ever had the honor of teaching. Likewise, for most of my 18-year tenure, I have worked with children on the spectrum and to this day I am in awe of their resilience, creativity, intelligence, and sense of self.  In fact, my most enduring and life changing projects were created, organized, and facilitated by my “special education” students.  Their Heart2Heart Campaign for Peace spanned the world.

Remote learning, masks, forced injection (aka rape) and isolation were accepted without questions. The physical and emotional torture demolished growth and hope in children.  It was clear that this farce, this war against humanity was only possible because education had retarded the spiritual and intellectual growth of the masses.  For years I stayed in the system, trying to make a difference.  My own humanity becoming a fading memory.  Watching students through dim shadows on zoom, I was done.  Our children need rescue. They need Sacred Space Living Lessons.

Why I Joined the HUB

There is no other place to be.  We are the seeds.  We are the promise spoken by the divine.  For our children, we must recover our innate powers, embrace our imaginations, hone our skills, and commit to building a world that honors the soul and grace in them and all of us.   I offer to all of you, my services as an author and innovative, free-thinking educator as we transition from old schools to regenerative learning for this new age. I am humbled and inspired by our children and the community in this sacred space. I look forward to joyful and fruitful collaborations.

Painting by Ogun Afariogun