Defined as Rebel

Merely knowing the truth will define you as a rebel.

I often got into arguments with teachers that would tell us things that were conjecture. I would mention other sources and perspectives and it would greatly annoy public school faculty. I persisted all through high school with this ‘rebellious nature’, but not because it annoyed them. I didn’t have a behavioral problem, I was merely informed otherwise about the historical events they were inculcating. Without even knowing about the terminology of “bias” or its meaning, I would debate the sources and the intent. To this day, I recall the inside of the principal’s office more than the classrooms, with the exception of one taught by someone also applying common sense to critical thinking during his class.

It’s not so much a big deal that one student would have to conform to untruths to pass a test. They ultimately didn’t care if I passed or failed, they simply wanted my obedience to the narrative. But my arguments were logical and valid and fellow students began asking the same types of questions. This would spur debates and they couldn’t have that happening because people might actually work out the truth. On many occasions I was ‘disrupting the class’ and asked to either quit with the ‘silly questioning’ (an attempt to discredit me) or sit in the hall.

In one incident of social studies (history class) during my sophomore year, I pointed out that the new edition of the textbook directly contradicted the statements of the previous year’s edition on several matters. This was a different teacher for that grade but when I presented the examples of the inconsistencies, I was told I would be graded from the new edition. I thought to myself, “yes of course, but..” She didn’t recognize the concerning issue I was presenting, it went right over her head that there’s misinformation, or perhaps malicious disinformation in the text. It was only several years ago that I realized that back in 1995, much of the faculty was already likely outright proponents of collectivism. I gave them the benefit of the doubt, and I was naive to think they didn’t see what was happening. I realize I had no business being in public school.

Today, the propaganda and groupthink psychology in the public school scene is far more severe and effective. It’s staggering to consider the increase in the use of fear-mongering to indoctrinate the young toward collectivist philosophies. They are conditioned to believe that all they see around them, the progress, and everything they have to be thankful for is because of their government; instead of the truth that it’s simply the product of individual ingenuity. There are those that took the freedom to create instead of merely consume.

Today the system is designed in such a manner to create debt; forcing many into a form of enslaved subjugation. The taxes, zoning and fines serve as tools to specifically target individual ‘owners’ of property. If the damaging philosophy that ‘people don’t own themselves’ doesn’t get adopted; on a long enough timeline, the collectivists can suck all the money out of your family and take everything you have. This must happen incrementally, otherwise it is generationally apparent. It is already apparent that it’s extortion but they profess to be authoritative specialists of law and justice when it’s simply a monopoly. Ultimately, collectivists would have totalitarianism if they could get it; they just might if we do nothing.

-Jeremy Edward Dion

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For The Age of The Days

A poem for the age of the days

Elevated risk
Distrust and regret
Planning for planners
Panning for niche

All we want is gold
When all is repeated
Her purity holds
Normalcy restored

The dangers of hope
Reality a biting dose
A constant sting
Consistently clinging

We are to fault
For failing each other
Our borders limitation
But the mind willing

We want love
Drug of the ageless
Shower of redemption
Sharing to pieces

The times are short
Falling from cliffs edge
Testing our wisdom
Teasing the seasoned

Carting this burden
Truth a heavy ore
Obscured with dirt
Surveyed soullessly

Quarry of fraternity
Vacant of morals
Lusts for potential
Obsessed with death

Children still playing
Blissfully unknown
Hiding from God
Father is building

We always want more
Sing from the heart
Burning of souls
Or decidedly not

Our choice of freedom
Shaded design fades
Accepting of truth
Hail storm of plays

Light willing heart chilling
The fray commences
Life lost loving
Tears unburdened

Calmness prevails
Cold sea of corpses
Rising with each wave
Sinking in times waste

Cheering felt among silence
Heart of pang subsiding
Skies of clearing blue
Living beyond ensign

Now we know freedom
Love without limit
Caring not cursing
Absence of heathens

This but a wish
A sight of sublime
Prayer of thyself
My poem of the time

-Jeremy Edward Dion

Hindsight Gift


Hindsight Gift

I want to sleep on the aloe tongue of the Earth
I want to split the all-seeing eye of Illuminati
I want to dilute the artificial blood of reptiles
Cleanse my unconfirmed soul

Thieve back my destiny
Fighting their ideal future
I will embrace the truth of us
Parents from afar riding a star

A portion of thought reserved, conditioned to accept fateful lies
The price charged before creation, a burden in the spade of ancient lives
Knowledge is a hindsight gift learnt from betrayal
Kept in shadow beneath secretive soles, trampled and wrinkled

Orbital justice, the crossing of celestial paths, disrupting our nature
Our chemistry twisted, deformed by science and mangled by mans fear
Not in our own, unable to change the truth of it, and we shouldn’t
But we must endeavor to survive

Fighting their ideal future, embracing the truth
Our parents riding the stars, and we see them in a Sirius light
Atop the highest clouds, parting ways with different gods
Spread across aeons of karmic debris

All are gods to their creations, and all worship superiority
Hierarchy is infinite among the cosmos
Our gods are in service to theirs
This knowledge, a hindsight gift

-Jeremy Edward Dion