Inside my parents’ house is a Blue House

Inside my parents’ house is a Blue House

by James Arthur Warren 1english1@gmail.com

2nd of January 2015

What is the metaphor of the Blue House Free School?

In January 2005, I got separated from my first wife, began teaching English as a Second Language and moved into the first home that came to be called James Blue House. My ‘new’ home was a very old dirty small workers cottage in South Brisbane. The deserting junkies had trashed the place so I offered to clean and paint the interior and the owner gave me cheap rent in return.

I was alone and broke so I filled my home with international students and travelers who eased my loneliness and helped me pay the rent. My landlord told me how he had come to this home when he arrived from Greece in 1969 and how it had been a halfway house for many migrants. I resolved that I would continue to show the same hospitality to all people that came to my door.

At the end of the first year my landlord’s adjoining property came for rent and he offered it to me to manage for him. This second house, also blue, was to become my second James Blue House. There were dinners and parties at the James Blue Houses, big loud parties with fires blazing, reggae music booming, BBQ s burning and happy people all meeting to chat and share their experience as migrants or travelers.

After 2 years, I married again and didn’t want the hassle of sub letting rooms all the time so  we passed on the lease to some friends so that they could also benefit.

Living in the second James Blue House, I started teaching migrants and refugees at TAFE so I separated my work and social life, no more organizing student parties. I would go to work and come home but the dream of opening my own school was building. How could I possibly have the time or energy to make a school with two boys and a third on the way? The couch in my home was much too comfortable.

Suddenly in 2011, I was again a single dad but now with 3 sons shared 50:50. I was working hard but my pay wasn’t increasing. I still wanted to have my own free school and often wondered how I would do it and what I would teach. I told my partner I wanted to make a free school and she laughed it off as a ridiculous notion. Our relationship ended soon after and I had time for myself to do what I wanted. I started planning free classes.

I held my first free classes on the beach at Stradbroke Island during a holiday with my sons. I taught the five Tibetan Rites of rejuvenation and Quantum Pause Breathing because they have both changed my life and I know many people can benefit from them.

On the 8th of November I held another class in a basement in South Brisbane 3 for local residents. One afternoon I arrived home from work and met an Iranian couple, a taxi driver and teacher, who were speaking with my neighbour. I invited them in for tea. They came here for freedom from an oppressive regime in Iran,  so their children could grow up free. I discovered they are in community detention, get no income support, aren’t allowed to work and only get a few hours of English classes. They are in Australia but not free. These are the kind of people that need free school.

Then on the 27th of November 2014, the roof blew off the second James Blue House in a freak supercell storm. My two oldest sons were home at the time but fortunately were not injured. What were we to do with 10 years of accumulated stuff and nowhere to put it? I need a new Blue House, I have to make a free school. A travelling free school? A double decker bus became my focus, I could live in it and teach from it. I could take free education where it is most needed. How could I get it now I was homeless?

In my parents’ house, we found refuge. My parents offered me a place to put my family. On New Years Day 2015, I awoke sober as I didn’t drink the night before but I still had a huge headache. I started cleaning my parents’ house, vacuuming, mopping, wiping window sills and  cleaning the grime from the oven. I nurtured the garden, planted lawn seed, weeded, pruned and planted flower seeds. I set myself to doing these tasks as if I were Da Vinci painting a masterpiece. It was the least I could do to thank my parents for giving me life and at 44 years old, refuge, when I most needed it. While I was cleaning, I was thinking through what would be my next step to get my free school happening.

Today, while cleaning in my parents’ house I got a phone call. Confirmation to purchase a double decker bus. Now I have to find the money. You can help by donating to James Blue House Free School Bus  at Gofundme

What is the metaphor? Inside my parents house is a Blue House. My parents, both teachers created me in their house.Their house is the universe and in my parents house is a Free Blue House we call Earth or Gaia. The Universe supports Gaia, who provides everything we need for free. Gaia doesn’t charge a fee or interest rate and Gaia loves it when you nurture her. Like our planet Earth, Gaia, James Blue House Free School doesn’t charge any fees and operates on good will and your donations.

Welcome to the Freeconomy.

Each one must teach one. One Love

James

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