Wasn't the dude who started the Quakers, some guy from Manchester, who started having 'visions'
Don't get me wrong, I've nothing against the quakers
It's just always a massive 'deal breaker' ( for want of better words) just 'who' gets to decide, 'who' is having 'visions' and who is 'deluded'
You see in some cultures, I don't think there's any such thing as 'deluded'
If you start having a different take on things, your revered, as that literally being a gift.
And somebody takes you under their wing and helps you 'break on through to the other side' ( again , for want of better words )
It's said that these gifted 'visions' often start, with a sort of madness
But they see that as the beginning of a process
And this process must be allowed to complete itself
Our society, does not allow this
(And we seem to live in god less vacuous world, full of medicated avarice, and we're too damn scared or impotent to do anything about it.
In fact it's 'taboo' to even talk about it
So instead we talk of 'freedom' or the weather, or the price of petrol, or football, or whoever the latest fashionable bogey man is ( commies , al queda , etc) or argue over politics or religion )
Not something to be medicated, locked away, frowned upon, used as a boogey man to scare the kids and you, to, do as your bloody well told
All of these religions, and occult things, seem, to me at least, to have this in common.
There's always an 'element' of ' visions'
I often 'muse' why ? And why do we have such a secret oppressive 'Spanish Inquisition'
I mean this is done so successfully, that the word 'deluded' is often seen as a great insult. Much as people used to use the word 'spastic' for somebody who wasn't mentally handicapped
But hey, your only 'enlightened' if you know the handshake right!? Be it the the under the school table knuckle shuffle or otherwise
Belligerent ghouls
Run Manchester schools
Spineless swines
Cemented minds
Sir leads the troops
Jealous of youth
Same old suit since 1962
He does the military two-step
Down the nape of my neck
I wanna go home
I don't want to stay
Give up education
As a bad mistake
Mid-week on the playing fields
Sir thwacks you on the knees
Knees you in the groin
Elbow in the face
Bruises bigger than dinner plates
I wanna go home
I don't want to stay
Belligerent ghouls
Run Manchester schools
Spineless bastards all
Sir leads the troops
Jealous of youth
Same old jokes since 1902
He does the military two-step
Down the nape of my neck
I wanna go home
I don't want to stay
Give up life
As a bad mistake
Please excuse me from the gym
I've got this terrible cold coming on
He grabs and devours
Kicks me in the showers
Kicks me in the showers
And he grabs and devours
I want to go home
I don't want to stay
The headmaster ritual , a song by , The Smiths