Ok, raise your hand if somebody you decided to trust (whether on radio, on television, in a newspaper, online, or in that even more dangerous comments section) told you that China is the next threat?  I know you have heard this. Not only that, but you heard that China is the heir to…us. The capitalized version, the U.S. Now that IS scary.

If you didn’t know that you, as a U.S. citizen, represent the threat that the U.S. Military, under industrial puppetry, terrorizes much of the world with, then it may be best that you stay asleep, because if you awake during our revolution, you will undoubtedly fight for the power that brainwashes and oppresses you. Like many of us currently do. So please, watch some tv, take a nap and maybe, just maybe you won’t sabotage true progress. Everything’s fine. You had no chance to protect yourself from this. Maybe your parents didn’t care for you properly. Then again, maybe theirs didn’t either. It’s not your fault.

Did you know that China has State Run TV? State Run Radio? State Run Newspapers? State Run Schools?

Emily earned my trust first, Liu Xiaoping. She taught in the english department, but her most demanding role was as the translator for the school administration officials. We all have experienced exhaustion. Emily, when given an opportunity to rest during a marathon weekend of meetings, dinners, drinking, karaoke, field visits, press conferences and travel would elect to meditate. She once told me that 30 minutes of meditation was the equivalent to 3 hours of sleep.

Emily’s inner peace I never attributed to meditation, but to her personality. She even coached me on the technics and thought patterns of meditation. I pursued it only after realizing what a powerful command of it that she had. She often shared with me very revealing dreams she had. These dreams directed her awareness towards a certain individual that she knew. The incredible thing that I later verified through my own experience of it, was that her dreams connected her to the events, emotions and reality of her loved ones in such a profound way that she was notified in advance if the color of the inspiration turned dark.

My classroom had 60 kids in it. It wasn’t a larger classroom, but even though, the kids at the back were often found passing pairs of spectacles around so that they could see what all the commotion was about. The commotion wasn’t extraordinary; it was me.

I sat on the table.

I proclaimed that every rule that ever was instituted in their schools and classes, is now defunct. I challenged them to define how our classroom would work. I played the entire seminal, classic, legendary  DJ Shadow album – Entroducing……6 times during free write.

Free writing was manditory, like nothing else. If you don’t acknowledge the thoughts of your own organism, then who do you think  would?

Games were always the most engaging part of class.

Students would run to the chalkboard to draw the words that their english couldn’t express.

At first, moving to China was spiritually humbling. Sometimes I think if you listen more than talk, you learn. But you also grow old. And in not too long, my listening was about expended. I started to become a facilitator. Like a bridge.

The rest of the English speaking misfits all had a way of making a decent student into a frustrated one. The look on a child’s face, who is only beginning to understand spoken english, listening to versions from different corners of the Earth. One from Ireland, one from London, one from Australia and one from the good old midwest. My midwest accent played like mashed potatoes and gravy – Yes Please!