So the way I understand it is like this:
I was born 7 years after my subconscious mind was born. My consicous mind could only sprout from the foundation provided by my subconscious mind's ability to learn and repeat patterns. So for 7 years, the foundation of my being was programmed by my care-givers.
What can you remember from that time? Some horseshit about pilgrims throwing a party for the indians? In 1492 Columbus sailed the ocean blue? I can see why an empire would want me to believe these things. But Mother Goose made it personal.
Why do all the nursery rhymes from my childhood re-enact the fucking Fall of Man? Just what were you trying to do to me, lady? The balls on you.
If I had kids, I'd write my own programming.
Jack mastered mind and matter
And outside he floats
Jill alighted, uninvited,
Grabbed the guns and the coats
And the two or few that seen 'em
Say that naught could come between 'em
As they drifted up into the jaws of night
And the thunder of that eve
Made the hardest minds believe
They now hunt dragons with what there is up there for light
You are far more powerful than they will ever tell you.
