For Lilian and the Indigos - Above Top Secret

KIDS
I worked briefly at Elizabeth Cady Stanton daycare in Willard this winter and the
children taught me a lot about human nature, how adults are not any more mature than
the kids are. There is this double standard for behavior. A child’s temper tantrum is
tolerable because kids haven't been programmed to repress it for politeness’ sake. That
takes a while for a human to appreciate, and when we do, we as adults are expected to
have the ability to exercise control over our emotions and prevent our tantrums.
It’s fairly obvious though that the only difference between children forced to share a
daycare center and nations of the world forced to share a planet is scale and age...
throw a block across the room – launch a missile across the ocean
take someone’s toy – steal top secret military applicable intelligence
pick on someone – cultural genocide
blame it on the other kid – blame the other world leader
tattle – espionage
You realize, of course, my job at the daycare center is identical to my job as godhead
representative on the earth...
"...You put that down, go clean up your mess, and then sit in time-out for 5 minutes/1000
years to think about why you're in time-out..."
The messiah steps out of the classroom for a moment and returns to chaos, without
fail...but there are always a few kids on task, intent on getting their work done and they
know THEY are going to graduate.
That job inspired a story. The kids didn't get it and I doubt the world leaders will
either...it was difficult to observe the formation of ego taking place before my eyes as
these children interacted. I knew these kids were smart and they could bypass it all if they
wanted, but lessons don't come without conflict and I know eventually the lesson will
emerge.
There once was a group of boys and girls of all ages who were forced to share what they
thought was a prison. There were lots of things to do and learn about. The food and toys
were not bad either, but it still seemed like a prison because they did not feel very free.
The boys and girls thought freedom meant you could kick, push, insult, and steal from
each other; to the boys and girls it was okay to do that and they only pretended to get hurt
so they could blame someone else for instigating the fun.
And everyday it went like this, the teachers who loved and fed the children and kept them
from killing each other were at a loss and had exhausted all disciplinary tactics. It seemed