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‘Exemption from obligatory schooling’

Watching the series ‘Exemption from obligatory schooling’, I see how Teun, presentator of the Dutch program cannot understand that a ‘smart’ child can get exemption from school for the rest of it’s life. A mother explains to Teun that her sun even bounces when he sees a school book. He was bullied  out of school and mother applied for a exemption.

Teun names going to school: ‘a right to education’ whereby I think: ‘What if the child doesn’t want education or doesn’t think it needs education in the way we think it needs to be teached?’ Then we, as adults decide that the child needs it. Because the child is to young to make certain decisions itself. Teun doesn’t understand why it is so easy to get a exemption. I will rather call it ‘lucky’. Peter Gray (Freedom to Learn) tells that a child is able to walk and learn a complete language in two years. Why do we say when the child is 4: ‘You cannot do it yourself, you will go to school to be teached.’ Is it for the child? Or are we afraid that it will be a loser in society without papers? And we don’t want our child to be a loser because then we fail and the child fails. It is not a ‘right’ Teun. It is a duty.

With the current system, we force children into something where the most of them will not choose for in freedom(ask the children yourself). in the 19th century, the first school arose in Massachusetts. Schooling emerged because of different reasons but one of them was to set children free from child-labor in fabrics. Quite quick, those schools became the fabrics themselves. Many schools do adjustments to provide children with education that’s more close to them which makes me happy. Still, the Sudbury, Summer-hill and democratic schooling models give much more right to the child to choose which way it wants to go. From what I saw,  the smartest child emerges from out of it’s own strength and creativity without being forced – it has space to discover itself what role it has in this world. From out of this base they are able to make more conscious decisions  about what they want. Without proof, we think that children are not willing to learn without being ‘teached’. This is  a more then 1700 year old lie wherein we have learned to give the natural trust in our own power away.  To a God, a leader, a partner, friends – a basic missing of self-trust. Of course we believe that, it’s logical – we grew up in this system.

There are no lazy children. We make them lazy by making their choices. The creativity dies whereby they dis-learn to make their own choices. And yes, then you get a lazy child. Do I say that children can make all of the choices themselves? Of course not. we are there as good examples. A child learns from us that a knife is not made to torture a animal but to spread butter on bread.  It learns by example. We have to transform from: ‘If we let it free, it will not work out’, to ‘If we let it free, it becomes human’.

Summer in Balkans – Zomer in de Balkans

I think about Grandma when I take a break, here at the blue water of a river in Macedonian Greece. She always talked about her far journey’s while she read her magazine ‘ Royals’ and felt asleep with the only sound remaining – the ticking clock. A feeling of love streams through me when I think about this valuable moments of my childhood. Her body lies already for over a year under a cold stone in a wooden frame.

Next step offline life. I stopped making video’s. For over two years I’ve searched for a way to tell at least a part of the story. But it tells to little. Moments that really matter, like this thoughts about grandma – I can’t film that. In conversations, it doesn’t feel good to start the camera. It feels like a break of trust after having great conversations. The hours of editing and the need for a big laptop to carry all the time are not making it more attractive. That’s how I can be more in the moment. To be with the guy that drove 10 km more while explaining the road for us in a language that I don’t understand. To talk with the Serbian lady of a hotel where I passed by, which I reminded her of her sun of my age so she gave me a free shower, lot’s of food and coffee for free. To be with you, when I am physically there. Slowly I am getting to the end of my Balkan trip, trying not to think about the winter.. Where will I be? I feel a bit stressed, but it is also a great feeling of leaving the unknown and knowing that there will be something. The moment that I finish this blog, I look out of the window in Belgrade and see that the leaves are starting to be brown. It is autumn, although still warm here. Tomorrow I want to hitchhike back to Vienna, where my bike is and try to cycle a bit more to the east before it will be winter. It is getting dark, my eyelids are closing themselves. I close my laptop and zzzz..

The rhythm of the waves – Het ritme van de golven

The rhythm of the waves veats a kind of time, it is not clock or calendar time. It has no urgency. It happens to be timeless time. I know that I am listening to a rhythm which has been just the same for millions of years, and it takes me out of a world of relentlessly ticking clocks. Clocks for some reason or other always seem to be marching, and, as with armless marching is never to anything but doom. But in the motion of waves there is no marching rhythm. It harmonizes with our very breathing. It does not count our days. Its pulse is not in the stingy spirit of measuring, of marking out how much still remains. It is the breathing of eternity, like the God Brahma of Indian mythology inhaling and exhaling, manifesting and dissolving the worlds, forever, Alan W. Watts, 2011

I don’t know why this has to be read right now, but I feel why I am reading this. Lonely I felt the last couple of days, sleeping in a tank-station close to Ljubljana, now being in a beautiful place next to a river with a table-tennis table and lots of greenery around. I am sitting upon the foot of a broken old bridge. Short after the split up of Yugoslavia the river broke out of its normal path and the whole bridge came down and broke into the water. Now the river is streaming over the old bricks where some metal pins are sticking out. It is the local place where the young and old people of the city – hang out together and allowed us to have a small pre-hitchgathering. Quite a surrealistic place with this bridge. I choose to have a short central European/Balkan hitchhike since my right knee hurts again to much to cycle. I think I have to change the distance for my legs on the bike so I have to push less and pull more. ‘Regentropfen’ from Chopin plays on the background while I am writing this. I just danced my ass of for more than an hour on ‘faithless’ music that came out of the small speakers of my laptop. I picked sweet fruit from the trees around. I felt lonely alone when the last people left. Now I feel alone in peace with watching clouds that cover the mountains on the left of me and the world that slowly falls asleep. The fresh green colours of the trees change slowly into dark contours. The insects are making sounds to prepare themselves for the night with here and there a lonely bird. I am going, put my phone on to see if I got texts from beautiful people and then hopefully fall asleep with the rest of Slovenia. Tomorrow I’ll hope to head for Vienna to reload my food storage in the rich dumpsters and the day after visiting  a second pre-hitchgathering close to Prague with – I call them my second family. Did I say that I was lonely? Love

The war against terror

‘We accepted an political regime that is sustained by fear. I don’t think one has to justify the cost and nature of the national security state, one just has to keep the people fearful enough to support it.’ Source: ‘Shadow world’, 2016

Sometimes my eye is attracted by the dutch NPO (Dutch Public Broadcast) website. I mostly felt like an einzelganger, warning people for the dangers of weapon industry and how we have an doubtable democracy, taken over by big corporates. The news that was normally only broad-casted in anarchistic, ecological activistic surroundings, perceived by the mass as complot-theories – is more and more entering the public debate. This is quite new for me. Watch ‘Shadow world’, – for people outside The Netherlands, with a VPN connection. If you don’t know what a VPN connection is, contact me, I will explain. Is war nowadays really about religious fundamentalism or does the war has to go on to keep the economical profit machine running?

Of course, I wouldn’t write without giving possibilities. This is what you can do:

– Spread the word
– Vote for a party that refuses to invest in weapon industry.
– Search for a bank that doesn’t want to invest in weapon industry. When it is a state bank, most of states are investing in weapon industry. Research!
– Spam your insurance company with the question why they are investing in those dirty dark wars.

I write this from out of Czech, volunteering at a free school. Raising children in freedom – so they can explore who they are and what they really want instead of adults telling them what they have to do to be something in society. I feel an intense power and love when I think about all the beautiful initiatives that makes people more conscious. Aren’t you agreed or do you want to talk further about what I am writing? Comment please or contact me!