The Return of God's King to Save the Children from the Wall Street Temple of Doom

May 19, 2026, 1:41 pm

“I learned how evil really operates - it’s through an economic narrative that is not real based on the value of money to create an artificial construct for value – 

“What does that mean?”

“Most of the things we overpay for,” I said. “Are just wall street profit. We’re the suckers. That’s not really how much those things cost - it’s a reality built in a false premise. Eventually, there will be a collective insight - I don’t when that will happen, but when it hits…it will be very hard, and there  has to be a new economic system that will create real prosperity.’ 

“Are you saying we’re in a really big bubble now and it’s going to explode?” 

“It’s a cycle…a big one…and I believe it’s happening for a reason.” 

“Why?” 

“Because the pattern we’re in suggests we’re at a breaking point,” I told her. “Something has to give.” 

“What?” 

“Reality,” I told her. “We have have a reckoning coming in society that will drive our country into a deep dystopia where lots of people are forced into a life of crime, homelessness, and prison -- if we don’t figure out a way to create real opportunity - that’s a real problem.” 

“What can we do?”

“Decentralization,” I told her. “Right now, corporations are monetizing you from the time you are born, school for your attendance, low-paying jobs like slavery until it’s time for you to die and milk you out of all of your value in the old folks home. That’s reality. If we decentralize, we can be truly free - that means we have to create the structure for a local economy - that’s the Golden Road - the new Silk Road for California.”

I looked at her, and I wanted to tell her what I was feeling. I wanted to tell her I was having a good time with her, but if I said it out loud the dialogue would be terrible. I didn’t say anything. I just smiled at her buoyant face. She seemed happy, glowing. It was my favorite way to see a woman - safe, warm, happy - I had failed to do it in my own relationship with the kid’s mother. The pressure that the public school district had put on my life had been too great — God wanted me to see the limits of the love that I was in — everything I thought deep down inside of what might be true was confirmed through my experience - the reality had played out in our relationship. 

It had been one of those events that almost broke me. Luckily, I had survived more difficult things — years ago, many years ago - I fell in love with a girl from USC who wound me in a love spell so deep, the idea of living without her almost killed me - that had been more difficult that this….oh, I could take me on some Los Angeles Public Schools. 

I knew I had it in me. How did I know? Because God had tested me over and over again, solving problems my whole life everywhere I went; and every problem that I could not solve, God would intervene in a way that surprised me. That’s when I realized God was on my side.

”How do you know?” 

“God speaks through triangulation,” I told her. 

“Can you give me an example of something that happened where you knew it was God?” 

I paused, hesitating — all of these stories had been so personal. I had never said them out loud because it was something between God and me. Now that she was asking me though,  I had to think about how I was going to tell her the story. 

“When I first started teaching I didn’t want to do it,” I told. her. 

“How come?” 

“It seemed almost too uninteresting,” I told her. “But I found out I had a gift with kids in South Los Angeles. I went from this corporate environment where I was hiding in a cube to a place where kids yelled my name across the campus to say hello — it was, as if — a whole new world of children opened up to me. Kids in middle school amused me, they surrounded me, they followed me around — and it took me a while to learn how to be with them because I learned that kids could easily cross the line if you didn’t have the right demeanor. You can’t be too casual,” I told her. ”So I’m subbing for about nine months in South LA in these communities that seemed almost like a third world country - worse than Air Force Bases — I’m talking serious neglect here - so I’m going to schools, trying not to commit to job offers I would occasionally get, and I get this assistant principal who calls me during the summer to convince me to work at Henry Clay Middle School - a place where I had subbed, and witnessed the most extreme amount of chaos I had seen in my entire life - I’m talking kids on desks screaming and kids stealing candy out of the student store, and fruit projectiles flying all over the campus on some days. When I got to my the first class I subbed the door had written on it in a fat black permaneant marker - “FUCK this ROOM!”

”Really?”

”I don’t know why I got a real kick out of that at the time,” I said. “I wondered how such an inscription like that could occur.” I went in the room - a first year history teacher - a guy from the Midwest who could barely interest his students in the way he presented.”

”I’m here to cover your class,” I told him, then he told me what he was doing, and when he left I looked at all of his student bored out of their minds sitting at desks. “What are you guys studying?” 

“Cavemen,” one of the sixth graders said. 

“Cavemen?” I asked. “One time I had this dream I was caveman,” I told them. “I could see my hands sifting through a sand - it was by the beach.” I told them. “How come I had that dream?” I asked them. 

“Maybe because you were a caveman, and you have a memory,” one girl said. 

“I might still be a caveman,” I said. “But now, I’m a teacher. My name is Mr. Louie,” I said. “I am your teacher for the next forty-five minutes.” And already I could see them smiling…anyway, this assistant principal persuades me to work there - she fired that teacher a year after I started - and she fired about five or six other teachers who were in the first year - all the teacher talked about the wrath of Mrs. H. It was quite real.” 

“Oh, boy,” she said. “Eventually, she would come after me my third year being a teacher. She launched an unfair attack on me that was quite harsh, and it tested my ability as a teacher. Still, she told. Me she was going to end my teaching career. I had just had a son, and I was quite worried because the administrator was quite bullish toward me and I could not do anything to stop her - no one could.”

”Oh, boy,” she said. 

“Just when she was about to give me my final review that would have ended my teaching career in an unfair way,” I said. “Something happened that told me God really wanted me to be a teacher that I will never forget.” 

“What?”

”It turns out that this administrator had a son who looked a lot like me - almost a clone.” 

“Really?”

”And just after she told me she was going to end my teaching career, something happened.” 

“What?” 

“Her son was found dead at Berkeley where he was a student,” I said. ”She told the staff that she thought he had been murdered - that he would never have killed himself. That left a big impression on me - that statement - why would she say that?”

Then when I went into her office about the final review where she was going to end my teaching career she told me, “I have changed my mind about your review,” she said.  I remained a teacher, but I took my job more seriously than ever. It was a message from God that what I was doing was so important that he wanted to give it my absolute best effort - that’s what God wanted from me.” 

I went on to teach there four years…and it took me almost twenty years to become the teacher I thought God wanted me to become…and that’s when the Los Angeles Public Schools fired me - at my peak, and then I saw the corruption, and I understood why God wanted me to take teaching seriously. He wanted me to figure out that instead of focusing on what kids don’t know that we should start by focusing on their interests to find their true path in life; and that proposal is what got me targeted by the Los Angeles Public Schools.