I have five children. I am not in any way a fashionable or trendy parent; I don’t want to be one of those mums that hang around with young people because it’s cool – but my children speak to me and I encourage them to do so.
My house is always a place for my children and their friends to stay and just ‘be.’ The conversations we have are often revealing and sometimes so tragic and so full of desperation and despair at how they see their lives, I feel the same desperate need to share this with you so we may begin to understand where we are going with the next generation of potential creators.
I begin with a conversation my mother in law had with a young man she works with, he commented on Drone Wars and said what a good idea it was as the person using the drone thousands of miles away could kill with little involvement but know he had done a good job! I wanted to know if this was a view shared by all young people; where this had come from. This particular young man is a child of social media only interaction, of Facebook conversations, of Twittering streams of consciousness. This is a child of the impersonal, of the objectifying and de-humanising of his fellow man including himself. This is a child of endless war games, played out on a games console. The child who cannot distinguish between the real and fantasy world he sees on the screen. I wanted to know why one young man should have appeared to have lost the essence of what makes him human, so I asked my children and their friends. Their responses shocked me both at the depth of their despair and their level of understanding of their world and their innate, but hidden spirituality.
These are some of the conversations we have had, this is their language:
On Drugs and drink – I feel nothing, so I take drugs and I drink to make me feel something, anything, I don’t care. Sometimes it’s better to feel nothing at all There’s this hole, it is huge I need it to go. When I’m tripping I feel I touch the sky, the stars, its unreal. I feel that thing; you know? Is it God ? It’s there, I’m lost in it. I’m so chilled.
On Education – Its shit, crap, a lie. The teachers don’t care, why teach me all this stuff? I’m just a drone. All the exams, the pressure. It’s harsh. Where’s it all going, I wont get a job so who cares any way? I want to make a difference, but its going to be impossible isn’t it? They want me to choose my life when I’m just fourteen.
On Sex – Yeah, its cool. Well, I suppose so. We’re supposed to do it, you know, its what we do isn’t it? I feel pressure, some of it comes from school, the media, its obligatory, its every where. Some of us started watching porn when we were really young, we thought women were like that, but they’re not. That was a shock. Sex is everywhere, its cheap and sells stuff. I want to settle for the real thing.
On Love – I want to love, to be loved, the best ever high. That’s all there is really, there isn’t much of it though. Just look around you, its a joke.
On Parents – They are so busy, they work all the time and I feel lonely. I say to them, “Please speak to me, I’m here.” We don’t talk much, but I’d love it if we did. We don’t get on , they threw me out. I’m nothing but a waste of space and another mouth to feed.
On life – I’m afraid. I hear and see things that scare me. War, its always there, in the back ground. It’s awful; I suffer from anxiety and I don’t know why. Are we all going to die? Will it be a bomb? Will it hurt me? I want more than anything else to live, to feel something. To feel anything. I feel there is no future; no point to life. So I drink, take drugs; I cut myself, starve myself, I eat too much. Anything to find this thing people are always going on about in films and fairy tales. What am I looking for? I’m so empty, so numb and self destructive. I want children, to be normal, to travel, to have good things in my life. I know there is something more, I feel this so much. I feel we are special, but we don’t know how to be.
This was a final word from one of my sons friends, “Sometimes Kate, when I’m afraid, I put my arms out and I stretch them as far as they can go and I fly. Not really, but I feel this thing flowing through me and I’m flying, I’m there, in a place that’s safe, and then I have no fear at all, it just goes – and I’m happy, because just for that moment I know it’s all going to be okay.”
In the UK our children enter school at the age of four, we like to get them young. It allows both parents to work so they can give our government a huge amount of tax. The other reason our government have now insisted our babies (because they are still babies) start school at such a tender age is to ensure they are inculcated with state rhetoric and diktat. At this age we also begin our program of hyper-sexualising our children by beginning sex education at this age as recommended by the Frankfurt School . We offer ‘wrap around care’, which can start as early as 6 a.m, and can finish as late as 8 p.m. This is to ensure continuity of care by the state and ensures that parents are working and are too tired to engage fully with and parent their own children.
As our children progress with their ‘education’, they are further educated in the art of sex, in all its different forms. Immunized against sexually transmitted disease they are locked, loaded and ready to go into the murky world of sexual freedom. As per the Frankfurt School they are told there are no absolutes, no good, no evil, just to react how they feel at the time based on their feelings there and then. They are ready for a life of drudgery and compliance by fear.
Our schools are increasingly run by vast corporations. Serco and G4 are just two of these ‘education’ providers. Serco and G4, also provide security and prison facilities for our government and governments world wide. Maximum profitability minimum responsibility the new mantra is now slowly leaking like corrosive battery acid into our schools and poisoning everything it comes into contact with.
During their school week our children are tested again and again almost to destruction, then spewed out dazed and tired. On getting home they often arrive to an empty house or to parents who are also dazed, tired and simply exhausted.
What better way then to keep them quiet or happy than allowing them the freedom to trawl the internet, or to send them on an endless merry go round of things to do – violin, tennis, football, piano, swimming, yoga, painting. The fact that they have in effect spent a day at work doesn’t matter. We must give our children something to do, they must experience all, feel all, they must keep going, just to ‘be’ to exist as those perfect lilies of the field in our frantic world is now not enough and a sign of failure as a parent. Providing things, not our time, is now our ultimate goal in life. We lovingly neglect them.
Our children now indulge in internet friendships – they tweet , use FaceBook, and text, their way through the world. Having 1000 ‘friends’ is common place, texting endlessly is de rigeur, having constant, endless phone conversations the norm. Yet, for all this there is no communication, no involvement. It would seem our children are connected on a level we have never known before. If that is so, why are teenage suicide levels at an unprecedented level? Why are depression and anxiety levels soaring, eating disorders now common place. Cutting or self harming not just a trend, but a way to signal distress and pain. Why are they just so very lonely. There is so much poverty of spirit, so much lack. We know there is an agenda, a Big Pharma, Big corporation, Big Government agenda to invent illnesses to treat with an endless supply of new drugs, an exercise in profit making. We also know it’s to somatise our children and us into compliance, to finally allow the lunatics to take over the asylum. Spiritual acidity and ultimately spiritual oblivion or death is part of this agenda. This problem though is something else, something other than just a collection of agendas. This is so much more important than any of our more temporal agendas.
Our children and young people are, in reality, all we have. It is they who are our saving grace, they are the ones to whom we will pass on the baton to in this race, this amazing journey of discovery we are all on.
Nothing else matters, we can sit, contemplate our navels, meditate, indulge in talk and feel we are getting there, we can call others to action, fight the good fight , grow food, create community, be awake as much as we like. We can pat ourselves on the back and feel righteous in the’ knowing’ of knowing; but, until we acknowledge our young peoples’ pain, honour their journey, celebrate their innate spirituality and guide them through their Dark Night of the Soul, we are lost. Creation stops. It all ends. We lose. The race is lost, the journey ends.
It’s in our hands, stop, turn, reach out to them in love, they are waiting.