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It was the third day Jake had spent at Jessie and Angie's home when Angie told him about Miss Annabelle's love affair with John Melbourne.
"I thought you and Jessie were her only adult friends," Jake mentioned during the story.
"We were...until John came into her life. Of course, we didn't see her as much then, but we were so happy for her. She was really, really happy."
"But?" Jake prompted, anticipating the irrational world they lived in.
"But...just when her students and her romance -- her life -- started soaring, her world started tumbling toward something terrible," Angie said. Looking away, deep in reflection, she added, "I don't know if she ever fully recovered."
"It all started at Sally's birthday party..." Jessie said, continuing the story...
*
Everyone was singing "Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday, dear Sally! Happy birthday to you!"
The dark haired little girl leaned forward and blew out the nine candles on her cake in one gallant breath. February 12th was Sally's birthday...her favorite day. Her 11 classmates were all there. So was Miss Annabelle; she would not miss it for the world. They all felt extra close to Sally and her mom, and they wanted to be with them on this special day. There was so much love in Sally's home; everyone was hugging everyone. They were soul mates. They all felt deeply for Sally and her mother's fate. But this was a day for happiness and love.
Sally's mom was filled with warmth at the sight of these special little friends together with Sally. Each birthday card Sally read from her classmates went so much deeper than the usual happy-birthday greeting. The children wrote things like, "I feel like you are a sister to me," and "Let's always be friends, wherever we might go," and "I admire your strength and your positive attitude; I want to be your friend forever". Those were powerful messages from these little children, Sally's mom thought. She'll have a lot of support when I'm gone.
While Sally laughed and played the games at her party, Miss Annabelle noticed that Sally's mom was right there next to Sally, but sitting most of the time. Her energy was going, Miss Annabelle realized.
*
The next two weeks at school were the two best weeks of Miss Annabelle's life. Sally's party seemed to have pulled everyone closer. They seemed more like a family than a class. Instead of the usual "hi" and "good-bye", the girls would greet each other with a hug when they arrived and a hug when they left school. They'd do the same to Miss Annabelle, who happily obliged. Some of the boys started to give Miss Annabelle a hug, too. The class always sat together at lunch. Miss Annabelle liked it most when she sat with her class during lunch hour. They would arrange the table so all twelve of them could be around Miss Annabelle, John Melbourne, and the other "cool" teachers.
Miss Annabelle would always fondly remember those last two weeks in February, for she never knew such pure love and happiness as during those winter days. Her life was fulfilled in every way. She had found the love of her life. For years she had given up on the idea of falling in love, yet now she felt like a teenager again. And, she was beside herself in her passion to develop her students' minds to efficiently see and integrate reality so they could always rule their own lives and never be ruled by the illusions of politicians, regulatory bureaucrats, journalists, professors, idols, Hollywood producers, clergymen, the group, the Establishment. Miss Annabelle knew that most people, including her students' innocent parents, did not know how to efficiently see through the matrix of illusions. Therefore, they could not integrate reality to rely on the authority of their own minds. So, they turned that authority over to the "experts". Those "experts" fleeced an easy, prestigious living from the innocent working person, leaving him suppressed and stagnant. Life could be so much more for these children than it was for their parents, she thought. For, her twelve students would never turn their power over to others.
The final two weeks in February confirmed their developing self-leadership and growing power, which boosted Miss Annabelle's happiness, along with her love affair, beyond anything she had ever known.
She heard mouth-dropping integrations of new knowledge coming from her students, particularly during the lunch hour, which had become her students' discussion hour as well. A couple days after Sally's birthday party, Miss Annabelle, Mr. Melbourne, and the handful of other teachers sat amongst her twelve students and listened in amazement to their lunch-hour discussion. The other teachers either implicitly or explicitly knew that these twelve children were entering a new mentality of puzzle-building, self-leading authority. Moreover, with their ability to see and integrate reality on their own into these growing puzzles, they were already, at nine years old, developing puzzle pictures seen by no one before. Both Miss Annabelle and Mr. Melbourne, in particular, knew this group of children would produce the next great scientist, businessman, doctor, psychologist. Mr. Melbourne smiled knowingly at Miss Annabelle as she basked in the children's lunch hour discussions this particular winter afternoon:
"Remember when Miss Annabelle explained to us that our lives are the greatest value in the Universe, and therefore the super smart people out there would not let us perish?" Ian started.
"Yes!" Sally answered. "I believe in that. My mom's going to be alright."
"I believe in that too," Ian responded. "I really do. I've been reading lots of books about our Universe. Scientific theory has it that our Universe started from a big bang, and is moving outward. Eventually, though, it will run out of energy...and someday the Universe will reach something called entropy death, which means there is no more energy, no more life. But I've been thinking...I don't think any Universe ever reaches entropy death for the very reason your mother will be OK, Sally. The super advanced people out there wouldn't let entropy death happen. In theory, every Universe moves toward eventual entropy death. But in practice, I don't think it's ever happened."
Mr. Melbourne looked at Miss Annabelle, his eyes as big as quarters. His mouth dropped, and he wanted to yell out, "Jesus Christ, Jennifer...what geniuses you've brought out of your kids!" But he said nothing because he did not want to disturb the amazing discussion.
"You know what, Ian," Jeremiah, a quiet, tall black boy in Miss Annabelle's class said, "Talking about not dying, I'm tired of going to church with my folks. They're always talking about after you die...like I'm living to die. And the preacher's always talking about how we sin, like we're bad people or something. I mean, what's the deal with that? My mom and dad are good people; I'm a good person; all of you guys are good people. I don't know, my brother and I call that place the Church of Death. Maybe someday I'll change all that and create the Church of Life. Yeah, we'll talk about immortality...but not after you die. We'll join up with the scientists and doctors who are trying to make us stop aging and dying."
Miss Annabelle felt that jolt of joy again in her heart. Jeremiah was thinking completely on his own now. Illusions and external influence did not stop him from using the authority of his own mind to see and integrate reality.
"All right, Jer!" Sally said. "I go to the library a lot with my mom; I've been learning as much as I can about her cancer. It seems so simple: cells multiplying too fast. Can't they be shut off somehow?"
"They could be," Johnny said, "if the FDA were abolished. Then the pharmaceutical companies and entrepreneurs could really advance fast. They'd figure out how to shut off those cancer tumors in no time."
A new boy at Duncan Elementary, who was a year or two older than Johnny, sitting at the next table, snickered at Johnny's comment.
"You doubt that?" the confident younger boy challenged.
The older boy turned around and said, "Yeah. My dad works for the EPA, and without him, your businessmen would end up killing our beautiful Earth. And without the FDA, your businessmen would end up killing people for a buck. Next thing you know, more and more people would get sick and die from some new drug or something."
"Have you ever had a paper route?" Johnny asked the older boy.
"Yeah, why?" he answered, puzzled.
"Did you go so fast on your bike that you broke the windows on several houses every day because you wanted to get done quickly?"
"Of course not!" the bigger boy said, agitated at Johnny.
"You didn't because you wouldn't have lasted; you would've been fired. That's not to say that you didn't break a window, once maybe, by accident. But you would've learned from your accident and learned your limitations and stayed within them."
"So, what's your point?"
Seeing the older boy was confused, Johnny said, "What about cutting grass? Have you ever done that for money?"
"Yeah, I cut three lawns; one of them has expensive flower beds overlapping the lawn, so I take extra care of that, too," the older boy said, shaking his head at Johnny's line of questioning.
"OK then, do you just mow right over those expensive flowers that overlap the lawn because you want to spend as little time to make the most amount of money?"
"Of course not, they'd never let me come back!"
"I'm not saying you didn't once, maybe, run over a flower by accident. But you learned and corrected your technique, right?" Johnny winked.
"Yeah, right...why?" the older boy was lost.
"Because when you deliver your papers and when you cut your grass, you're a businessman...and you sound like a good one, too! See what is with your own eyes -- not through your dad's stories. Businessmen have to do good jobs at what they do, or they lose the business! They can and will make mistakes. This is not a risk-free world. But they quickly learn and correct their mistakes...you're living proof."
Several kids at the older boy's table made acknowledging sounds like "hummmm...yeah ...he's right". The older boy shrugged his shoulders and turned back around. Miss Annabelle and Mr. Melbourne saw a special skill in Johnny Ward. His mind was so fast...and at nine years old. This speed of thinking was possible because he, too, now efficiently burned through illusions to see reality. Miss Annabelle sat back and enjoyed the metamorphosis occurring among her students.
"I have a little real-world experience on what you're saying, Johnny," Ted offered. "I never think of ways to make more money by sticking it to my customers. It just doesn't work that way. In fact, I think in the total opposite. Remember when I told the class how I want to learn to sell several products to my customers? I have to make them feel they got a great value so I can sell more to them in the future, which is where the real profit is. So, the more value my customer gets, the more money I can make from him. Every businessman has to work that way -- or he'll go bust!"
"How's your business doing," Cathy asked Ted with an admiring look.
"Oh, Cathy, I keep improving it. My latest achievement is going to let me triple the size of my company. I put everything on computer. I've bought four cheap computers with my profits. I've set up my three best sellers -- two in Buffalo and one in Hartford -- and myself on computer. They e-mail me their results daily. I've got so much more control now, I'm going to bring in two more products to sell.
"I've been reading a lot about the greatest businessmen who've ever lived. The latest book I'm reading is about Henry Ford. He's my hero. He invented the assembly line, which enabled mass production and much higher standards of living for everyone because suddenly costs went so much lower. Henry Ford mastered something called the division of labor with this assembly line. Labor was cut to its shortest and fastest possible movements by the assembly line that brought the work to the employee and not the other way around. Perfecting the division of labor and mass production was wonderful then, but I think it's all going to change again to something even better."
Mr. Melbourne leaned forward. He could not imagine what Teddy was about to say.
"In all that we've been learning in class lately about the supreme value of human life, doesn't the idea of physical labor seem a little like being short-changed? We are the greatest value in the Universe, for what? To drive a rivet into the rim? No, our whole business structure is going to change."
Mr. Melbourne couldn't wait to hear this little genius. "What, Teddy...what do you see coming?"
"I see all jobs of labor changing to jobs of the mind. I've experimented with this idea in my own business, and I've proved it. At first, I trained my sellers, then paid them on a per house basis, no more, no less. They did the labor, and my company like most others functioned through this division of labor. Then I tried something different. I wanted to bring out the creative powers of my sellers' minds. So I replicated what I knew, then I set them up as their own entrepreneurs within my company. They built their mini-companies within my company and shared in the profits they made. Suddenly, they started thinking creatively to sell more...and sell more they did -- they nearly tripled sales!
"The next evolution of business will be businesses restructuring from jobs of labor into jobs of the mind. Our workers will no longer be so stagnant like our parents. They'll become the value they're meant to be. I call it the Division of Essence."
"Teddy," Mr. Melbourne said with both hands raised, knowing he was about to hear something precious, "Why do you call the next paradigm of business the Division of Essence?"
"The essence of business is to make money. I remember you telling my Dad that, Miss Annabelle. By setting up workers in profit-making entrepreneurial jobs of the mind like I have, you're no longer dividing business by labor...you're dividing it by essence. I believe the reason I'm doing so well is because I'm using the Division of Essence, a leap beyond the Division of Labor."
"Brilliant!" Mr. Melbourne shouted, unable to contain himself. He knew these kids had normal IQ's, but they were making breakthroughs that went beyond other child geniuses with the highest IQ's. ...He knew he was witnessing the next mentality of man -- Neothink. He silenced his mouth because he did not want to disrupt this discussion.
"I wish there were some way to bring people to those new jobs of the mind, right now," Bobby Chapman said passionately. "I'd love to see my dad and mom doing something they love to do. They hate their work. They have all their lives -- all day long, all week long...what a waste!"
"Teddy, I have a question for you," Debbie Kirkland said. "My mom and dad own Kirkland Burger. But they've never been able to expand beyond their two small restaurants. I know they want to, but they're stuck. They run the restaurants well, but they say there's just not enough profits to expand. I don't think they make enough money to even think about franchising. What do you think they should do?"
"I really can't say, Debbie," Teddy answered. "I've eaten there a few times, and they seem to run well. ...Maybe the problem is not the management. Maybe they need a creative new product or marketing idea. I know that no matter how well-run my business is, I need to introduce fresh products or fresh marketing ideas."
"Man, I for one love cutting-edge products," Al Patterson chimed in. "Especially now with so much new stuff coming out with all the new technologies."
"You would love my father's stores in Australia," Mr. Melbourne said. "He always sells new inventions."
"Oh, I love that stuff!" Al said enthusiastically. "I really love new stuff, especially the new products that I could use someday. I love reading about new breakthroughs, from new medicines to new cars. I really wish there were some paper or magazine where I could find all the new stuff coming out. I think business is cool...I mean, it keeps pumping out these great new products that'll save our lives or make life better."
Miss Annabelle observed a genuine love growing in Al...a love for business. As she sat there, the realization struck her that one could emotionally love a business for the values it gives us.
"I'll tell you guys something strange, OK?" Rico said, a little nervously. "OK, my uncle's spending some time in prison. I go with my dad to visit him. In the visiting room, there's lots of prisoners walking around. I like to study a prisoner, then ask my uncle why they're there. I can see something very clearly about these prisoners now, after all these months. I can tell the ones who did something really bad like rob someone or worse. But there's those other guys who are there but didn't hurt nobody."
Miss Annabelle was fascinated by his story and did not dare interrupt to correct his double negative.
"What'd they do?" Johnny asked.
"They hurt nobody. I don't know...maybe they didn't pay some taxes or maybe they were smoking some pot -- you know, something like that. They hurt nobody, and after awhile, you can see they don't belong in prison just because some fuckin' politician or judge says they should."
Miss Annabelle jumped at Rico's use of the "f" word, but down deep she knew she jumped because Rico's mind was now its own authority. He, too, could now see through illusions to what is.
"Sorry, Miss Annabelle," Rico said immediately after he finished, realizing he had startled everyone with the "f" word . Using the "f" word was part of Rico's vocabulary all his life. Every male in his house and neighborhood used the "f" word in nearly every sentence. But Rico had been determined to break that habit, and the "f" word now slipped out only occasionally when he felt angry.
"If I were stuck in prison," Reggie, the other black boy in Miss Annabelle's class said, "I'd spend my time inventing a new kind of music."
"What do you mean -- a new kind of music?" Natalie asked.
"I love music. Everything I've read tells me classical music is the best music ever written. But when I listen to it, it puts me to sleep. Then I found out those guys who wrote classical music lived 200 years ago. Well, no wonder their music puts me to sleep...they had no technology back then! So I borrowed my dad's Beethoven CD and put it on -- then I cranked it really loud. I started hitting my drum behind it. I'll tell you, I started getting goosebumps! I think that classical music should be modernized with drums, keyboards, electric guitars...all amplified like rock `n roll, and man, that'd be the hottest tunes out there!"
Suddenly the lunch bell rang signalling the end of lunch.
"We need to talk about this amazing phenomenon!" Mr. Melbourne whispered to Miss Annabelle.
The leap in self-thinking among her students really was phenomenal. But to the students, it seemed completely natural now. They were all moving ahead toward becoming geniuses of a different kind...not IQ geniuses, but creative puzzle-building or Neothink geniuses.
As Miss Annabelle turned to stand, she saw an ugly sight in stark contrast to the beauty she had just witnessed. She saw the corpse-like Ms. Minner standing in the lunchroom, looking directly at her. That's odd, Miss Annabelle thought. I've seen her a lot lately, now in here. She never comes in here; why now?
*
That night Mr. Melbourne and Miss Annabelle were like two excited partners who'd struck it rich. Everything Miss Annabelle had hoped for was coming true. She knew her students would make it now, on their own...even if she could never return.
Furthermore, her students were providing immeasurably valuable confirmation of Mr. Melbourne's lifetime work on the mind and mans' coming "evolutionary jump" into a new mind of the future.
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