A slave mind seeks to please and placate other minds. It is conformed, domesticated and adulterated, sensitized to reward and punishment. It is “going down into Egypt” and eking out a half-life in the shadow of someone else’s granaries.
“Unless you become again as little children, you will not enter the kingdom of heaven.” Little children have free minds. Look at them! They know what they want and they do it.
The less willing we are to govern ourselves, the more autocratic government will be. Men say they do not like to be told what to do, but that is not true. They have been trained from their very beginnings to take orders. They like to be told what to do. In nation states where this is particularly the case, men in uniform (military, ecclesiastical, business) sit comfortably at the top of the system.
Ours was not a happy home. My father was violent and hyper-religious. He beat me with his belt while I lay draped across what was always a perfectly made bed, pants and underwear puddled around my ankles. Two of my three siblings, a brother and a sister, killed themselves.
A voice said, “Call the angels.” And angels came—angels enough to revivify William Blake, angels seen and unseen, women angels, men angels, child angels, a whole dance of them.