TRAPPED IN A MASONIC WORLD

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streets of Stamford Hill, which is also in North London, as I think his parents or some other members of
his family still lived there. – And even though I wasn‘t so much a fan of Marc Bolan, real name Mark Feld,
it would certainly be fair to say he left with me a stirring personal poignant memory of himself, and a
legacy I‘ve never forgotten.
Meanwhile back at my old secondary school, Brooke House High, [the High was a play on words, as
Low would have been more appropriate], though it was the same school Sir Alan Sugar had also attended
some years before me and my brother joined, and long before it went downhill as it had when I was there.
– And talk about overcrowded classrooms, as I remember going back after a half-term holiday in 1972,
when for the first time in my life, and that of the other kids in my class, we had ever seen another boy
wearing a kind of handkerchief tied up into a ball shape on top of their head, with some others wearing
complete turbans, again another first for all of us. Most of these unexpected new arrivals couldn‘t speak or
understand much English, so for that reason alone, we couldn‘t even talk to them if we wanted to, - many
had lunch boxes with exotic foods and fruits that none of us from a nation of boiled eggs, corn beef and
Span had ever set our eyes on or smelt before.
It was this same year the Ugandan leader, General Idi Amin said all 80,000 Asians must leave Uganda
within 90 days. The Asian race had been living in the country for well over a century, but where
resentment against them had been building up within the Ugandan black population. – Amin had called the
Asians; ―bloodsuckers‖ and accused them of milking the economy of its wealth, as they owned all the
shops, homes and businesses. Up to 50,000 Asians in the former UK colony were British passport holders.
In a broadcast, General Amin said: ―...he would be summoning the British High Commissioner in Kampala
to ask him to arrange for their removal‖. The expulsion order had taken everyone in Britain by surprise,
and no more than us kids in the classroom. Amin overthrew Uganda‘s elected leader in a military-backed
coup, but the British authorities had regarded him as ―a man they could work with‖. [1] - Wasn‘t that the
same stance they once took with Saddam Hussein?
So there you go, - us kids who were once 28 or so to a class, had now swelled to around 38 overnight,
these sort of size classes are not an urban myth, though it was only in certain schools such as ours that truly
did have such high numbers. – Many of our teachers were simply overwhelmed and many of them couldn‘t
cope, - some really didn‘t teach us anything whatsoever and let us do whatever we wanted half the time.
The majority of them seemed to be half-cut, stunk of booze and virtually lived in the pub opposite the
school, it was as if their job was to just contain us until the next lesson, when a similar thing would happen
all over again, nor could the schools infrastructure in general handle in excess of 1,000 children in a
building built for far less this number. The sweetshop next door to our school, run a ―slate‖ [gave credit]
for various teachers, and also sold ‗single‘ cigarettes. One of our teachers who was a lovely bloke, had an
arrangement with the shop owner for certain kids, whom I was one, to be able to go and collect his quarter
or half bottle of whisky and pack of 20 No6, when in return, and as my fee, I would be given three
cigarettes and the occasional swig of whisky!
I didn‘t blame the Asian kids, who after all were expelled from Uganda by a raving lunatic, - but then
again, it wasn‘t us working class kids of the 1970‘s comprehensive school era‘s fault for being badly let
down and failed by our own government, as all we received was a second rate education, and as I‘ve said
purposely contrived and devised for us to become nothing else but factory workers and labourers in
general. We were already destine to be Trapped in a Masonic World, and within a system that could
barely cope with us prior to the arrival and introduction of unexpected new friends, - there wasn‘t any jobs
available then, [times just don‘t change do they], so is it any wonder why so many people from that period,
are either drug or drink dependant, and have been living on benefits for most of their lives?
I was in my mid-twenties when at this time I had already read into Freemasonry, the occult, ancient
Egypt, religions and various other related subjects, when it was around this period in my life that led me to
want and get in touch with what I then thought was perhaps my inner self, an higher being, another level of
consciousness, call it what you like, I wanted to escape one way or another, I‘d just read Brave New World
by Aldous Huxley, and one of his quotes came to mind: ―I wanted to change the world. But I have found
that the only thing one can be sure of changing is oneself‖. I just thought there must be more to life than
this hellhole I was forced to live in, I felt trapped in a horrible world created by man to manipulate and
control him. I wanted no part of it, it‘s not as if I could run away and become a monk, because I also
realised these kinds of groups were normally full of misfits and nonce cases, and that manmade religions
were the biggest enemy to man on this earth anyway.
So with all that in mind, I decided to go in a totally different direction with my life altogether. I
started experimenting with all kinds of drugs including hallucinogenic LSD - microdots, window-pains,