Step at a time. Exercise your power. Organisations, corporations, syndicates, subtly strip power from the mind of a man, imbed a sense of worthlessness, duty, "belonging" (two ways to belong at least).
Indeed, much music culture is the spawn of Satan. I can't turn a blind eye once identified.
Like, it wasn't received at all months back when I declared no room for post Barrett Pink Floyd after I had to accept they have been Satanic channellers.
Peter Tosh is your man. He was free. Love that guy. Be like him.
Let nobody hold power over you. Nobody owns you (well, they might actually, me too, by patent via DNA hacking some way back time but another, not unrelated story).
But still. I never signed that contract.
Catholic oppresses like hell.
Make a human feel weak, naughty, inferior, unentitled.
It's bewitchment, and withcraft truly. In disguise. My mum was scarred for life by the oppression and guilt instilled directly into her being raised through catholic school.
I was a very free child. One story- "middle" school. About 8. Queuing for music class. Miss Barr, lol what a name for it right?
Wicked witch (probably a Catholic lol). We were kids. Standing in line outside the classroom. Chattering. It must have died down. This lady singled me out. I'm honored too.
To bully. Why me? I know why. I was so free. Fear. (In her not me.)
I simply verbalised a sound to friend next to me, as no writing on the wall, voice in my head or contract told me of any written rules.
She screame at me to be quiet. I was very quiet. We all were. Just waiting for lesson.
I guess I was a bit shocked. It was so unnecessary, uncalled for, disproportionate, unwarranted, aggressive and nasty.
I said, kind of in disbelief at this wicked woman I'd never met or spoken to before...
"Okay..."
As you do.
Like a dragon, she turned red and roared "What did you say?"
I said "I said okay."
Turning redder, she shouted for all to here "It's "Yess Miss." (it was clear why she was a miss and no mrs lol).
I said "okay!"
She said nothing back. I don't remember much of anything of that unfortunately bitter no doubt lonely lady after that.
I was so above her. It's like, she was out of my life the moment we met. She never bothered me again.
