The overall environment was warm, quiet, and friendly; and people got along: As a young lad, I spent a lot of time with The Boys, and we went everywhere. We went hunting for wild animals, poaching for crabs in the forests at night, and setting up tents in the woods during the off-school season. Another pleasurable pastime was the game of cricket, using a bat and a ball—somewhat like baseball. It is a very popular, high-pitched game in British societies; I loved cricket—and still do! It is gradually making its way into the United States and has become a very popular sport around the world.

Early Education in St. Vincent

I loved cricket but was not good enough to make my primary school team; and when I went to the Emmanuel High School in Kingstown, I did not make that team either but excelled academically, particularly in French. I truly liked my French teacher; he was a Vincentian but spoke French fluently: It was a pleasure to see him come into the class and rattle off a conversation in French. As I loved French so much, I excelled in it and was sent to Guadalupe on a student exchange; as I can well recall, Guadalupe was a lot of fun; the people were zany, colorful, and jocund. Those French people made me feel quite at home in their country.

My University Education in the United States

Here in the United States, I took care of business pretty quickly; getting my AA degree from Los Angeles City College and my Bachelor’s and Master’s degrees from Cal State, Los Angeles. Having completed what I considered “My Education,” I taught geography, off and on, at the community college level, and did that for a number of years. And I did pretty well; my students liked my teaching style and called me “Professor Extraordinaire.” (Read More)

Yes, I did quite well until I finally decided that I could write and should take a good, hard look at writing. Thus far, it has been quite a mixed bag, with some shockingly difficult lessons to learn about scammy, corrupt publishers who flat out steal writers’ money. The publishing industry is incredibly dark, corrupt, and untrustworthy; and as far as I can see, writers are better off publishing their books in their own name. The industry is just too crooked and venal to trust shady publishing services with your hard-earned cash.

I have written a few decent books that many of their readers claim to be life-changing; I’ve had a very rocky time with publishers who are just flat out corrupt and crooked. However, writing is an incredible thought-training and discipline-instilling skill that can greatly enhance one’s life. Writing trains you to think in a logically organized manner and to look for order in reality; people who write do themselves a great favor because writing teaches you to think in a logical and orderly manner.

Straws Bibliography in Perspective

Oh, the radical transformation that St. Vincent has undergone; virtually everything has been ransacked and turned upside-down. Drugs and violence are everywhere, and practically everyone is under the iron crush of false living. The island has been transformed from a few scattered, tiny, peace-loving villages to a howling, decivilized, drug-trafficking, blood-thirsty gang of violent people who’ve forgotten who they were. They are the people of Hairoun, the land of the blessed: I was shocked at I found back there when I visited St. Vincent recently.

Little girls, ten and eleven years old, have already had multiple babies; they are producing babies they can neither feed, clothe, nor nurture. St. Vincent has been transmuted into a very violent and dangerous society. I was shocked—this is not the St. Vincent that I left many years ago; it has changed in a very weird and unfortunate way. I was nonplused at the level of moral decay and violence that has befallen St. Vincent; this is also not the world in which I was born: Everything has been turned upside-down. However, though the world has waxed increasingly negative, unchristian, and patently dangerous; there have also been some encouraging changes and developments, both in St. Vincent and the world as a whole.

Laws of Reality

And the changes are stark; for example, the university system in St. Vincent has expanded quite a bit; but that expansion of the university has not been able to curb the shocking violence, the incredible corruption, and the seemingly unstoppable drug trafficking in St. Vincent. Everyone is here in the world to execute a role; my contribution to world society is to demonstrate man’s inability to fix his broken civilization and to show him that he cannot do it on his own. Though he has the tools to get the job done; somehow or other, the tools to repair the system fail; and they do because the critical law of truth has been violated and replaced by the law of falsehood and failure.

There is a rather strange paradox here: Man cannot get along with his fellowman, but he does not know that until he is arrested for battery of his wife or murder of his friend. Something is missing in the human system, and man is unaware of what it is: It is the law of beginnings, and the human system would not work without it. The reason that man is not aware that he is lost and out of his mind is that he is too educated for that; man only finds out that he is insane, without the Genetic Law, when he finds himself facing a life sentence or having sex with his mother or with an animal. These are things that people routinely do today—and they don’t have to be drunk or high to engage in these horrid behaviors either.

The Decivilization of Society

 The St. Vincent model of more advanced education, less morality has been duplicated all over the world: Man hates morality because he relishes the darkness in the world, even though it winds up destroying his society or brings it into a state of picturesque disrepair, like the world in which we live today. Despite the fact that more university education has come to St. Vincent, Vincentians have become more hostile and uncivil than ever; however, they are not the only ones who’ve displayed this uncanny trait: This is the pattern depicted around the world. They seem to grow socially and politically for a while; and then, almost without warning; they turn around, rushing into the black pit of doom. Oh, how unfortunate!

Why does education seemingly make people more illogical and uncivilized—why? Look at what happened in Israel and Ukraine. Plain human education is not enough to restrain the vanity of false human pride; The spirit of arrogance impregnates people with pride and vain confidence in themselves, even while millions of unanswered questions remain. These jarring and painful questions remain, stalking mankind and threatening the human race’s very survival. What we see in the world is that human society is deceived by man’s own vanity and self-conceit, and it doesn’t matter where you were born. When you pull the curtain of reginal accent, lingua franca, and self-conceit; people are the same all over the world—empty, lost, confused and on that life-long hunt for meaning, acceptance, and belonging.

People Living in Caves

What is important in all of this is that people are a reflection of their leaders, both of whom are on the same hunt for meaning and belonging; unfortunately, the ambient world of darkness surrounds and ties people up with an intricate knot of lies, giving them false hope. Ultimately therefore, life in this world is a strange trap until, if you ever find and accept, the truth. In this regard, most people in this world live in a cave, of one kind or another, because they are trapped in negative cycles that they neither understand nor bring to a perpetual end.

. Some people’s cave is a marriage that was never meant to last; some are living without a vision, wandering through life; some are unable to hold a job; some are unable to find love; some are unable to stay in a marriage; and some attract the wrong friends and lovers all the time. People live in billions of caves—they just don’t call their various perilous situations caves: Somebody, with this kind of understanding, has to point it out to them the way. And when they see the cave in which they’ve been living all their lives, they break down and begin to weep.

Some women—and men, too—have been living in that spousal cave all their lives; and there has not been any reprieve. What these pitiful people don’t understand and know is that they were born rich, successful, talented, and prosperous; they just don’t know the code and have become cynical and sarcastic.