Reactions to Life’s Inevitabilities…
13 May 2012 1 Comment
My sister Melissa (in shirt) my sister Marie-R.I.P. (on shirt)
Peace,
At the outset of this build, I must extend an emphatic “pardon self” to those of you that lend me your gracious readership. I bear witness to the fact that my posts have been far more infrequent than either you, or I, would prefer as of late. However, this circumstance is not absent of underlying reasons. For starters, my current position at the justice places far more of a time-demand on me than my prior role. Within the last wisdom months I’ve logged days ranging from knowledge cipher to knowledge wisdom hours in length which, upon the addition of an hour and a half drive each way, become nothing short of a wild beast to deal with. Yet another contributing element from my circumference is my living situation, which is also still in its infancy. Let me remind you that not only do I now live with my new Queen, in a new town, born universal truth she has a seed. These dynamics merge to add a hell of a jolt of spice and intrigue to my life to say the least. At this point I’m literally wallowing in overlapping engagements of adjustment each of which has its own set of implications. Naturally, my ability to successfully adjust to the science of the new justice will directly show and prove whether or not I am to sink or swim in the waters of said undertaking. My triumph or failure at sharing equality with the queen and her seed will be directly correspondent to how swift and changeable I can be in the eye of a multiplicity of unknowns which I’m only partially armed to deal with. Then there’s the icing on the cake…on the power day of this month I lost my baby sister to a stroke. I had to take Monday-Wednesday of this past week off from the justice to fly out to Vegas for her funeral. She was only understanding cipher years old…
All of the above revelations apply to today’s mathematics which is knowledge understanding all being born to culture or freedom. Today’s degree in the SA is “master” and to do so is to reach a level of proficiency relative to a given science or endeavor that is becoming of one capable of imparting knowledge of it to others. If I’m unable to master the aforementioned situations then there is sure to be plenty of mental death, straight out of today’s degree in the 1-40. As I strive to achieve this mastery of sorts, I’m essentially continuing a life-long exercise in answering the question posed in the knowledge to understanding equality…”what is his own self?”
Speaking of said question, the funeral did yield one key benefit. It afforded me the opportunity to see family members with whom I hadn’t shared equality in years… namely, my ole’ dad, and my other sister. The time spent with my pops was particularly revealing. I’ve mentioned in past writings the rather awkward and underdeveloped relationship between the two of us. Last week was the first time that I’d seen him in about born years. It was also the first time in either of our lives that I actually felt like I needed, and wanted to be there for him. This desire fed into a current of air which bred an extremely objective frame of mind for me. It allowed me to build with him, take the best part, and ultimately, born a deeper understanding of who I am as his son. I found out that he and I share more than just looks and mannerisms. I learned that we’ve also faced some similar trials and tribulations in our lives. It was amazing to me that I replicated experiences that he had over understanding cipher years prior. I was able to see some of the nurse’s needles that were placed in his head at a young age and still manifest themselves as fear that he faces as a grown man. I got a much more rich sense of who he is and why. It was mad peace.
At the ripe allah god equality of 36, I have a vibrant awareness of the fact that life is very much an ongoing mathematical calculation. The variables change, the order of operations may vary depending upon a given dimension of the problems, and any of a number of branches may take center stage at one point or another. While some answers we arrive at as rapidly as the recital of our multiplication tables, others require page after page of figurative scratch paper. Regardless to whom or what, the problems continue to evolve. They find us, challenge us, and push us to what we perceive to be the limits of our performance capacity. Sometimes we work in groups self cipher we can cheat off of each other. In some cases we use a tutor who we deem to be said person of the ability to lead us in the right direction. Other times, we navigate the wilderness just as we came to it…by ourselves. Ultimately, the equality unknown allah master isn’t about passing or failing so much as it is about what we learn, and do with what we learn along the way.
Peace.
Preme
Calculation Methodology…
29 Apr 2012 Leave a Comment
Peace,
When I ponder the reality of being “living mathematics” I think of the organic nature of calculation. A practitioner of Supreme Mathematics must have a methodology, according to which, his or her life’s calculations are performed. To some degree, the interwoven order of the principles dictates said methodology, but not completely. The truth of this statement lies in the fact that we live it out according to our own self-styled wisdom. That self-styled wisdom is synonymous with a customized way of interlocking the principles in order to navigate and make sense out of life. Personally, what I find to be effective, is the identification of patterns and the ways in which they connect to yield thoughts, words, and actions. The reason why this works is because all of the above originate in the same place…the mind. In order to exist within a given cipher, one need only manage to catch the train of dominant thought which governs it. Upon it’s deconstruction and analysis, a customized plan can be formulated and change within it can be effected. In order for people to understand one another, they must first study, in depth, the pathology of said group’s most prominent perceptions. Then, they must take things a step further, by linking the pathology of perception to the pathology of corresponding action in the world. Naturally, this should not be a means by which sweeping generalizations are made and attached to every person who is part of a given group because there are always outliers. However, these connections yield the type of information that forms a backdrop upon which a firm grasp of the nature of a given group of people can materialize.
For as long as I can remember, I’ve been a calculating observer of people. I watch them, I listen to them, and I interact with them to get a read on them and assess what it is that makes them who and how they are. As I’ve gotten older, I’ve come to find that this impacts different people in different ways. Some folks don’t care because they don’t even realize I’m doing it. Others appreciate it because when they ask me for my opinion on something that has to do with their lives I have one to offer that’s at least marginally qualified. However, most people find it to be unsettling. How dare I actually pay attention to them, break down what they say and do, and exhibit the gall to comment on it from time to time? Believe it or not, the 85% doesn’t realize that they’re being watched at all times by someone until they do or say something that they get in trouble for. The world we live in didn’t just become intensely invasive yesterday. It’s just that there are now more readily available windows into our lives than ever before. Even still, it never ceases to amaze me how people can just go about doing and saying off the wall things as if no one can see them. Between Facebook, Twitter, and reality TV the gallery of goons remains front and center. It’s almost as if critical thought has become some ancient art known only to a few throwback individuals from a time when people went to the library to read, had stimulating face to face conversations, and there actually was such a thing as self-respect. Nowadays, the truth is more hurtful to people than the loss of a loved one or a migraine headache. They just can’t handle it. Why? Simple, because the bulk of their lives is a lie. When they look in the mirror, they don’t really see the individual who’s actually standing there. That’s why when you hold that figurative mirror of truth up to their face they shudder with fear or lash out imploring you to take it away at once. If the truth were a righteous woman of respectability her place of prominence would now be occupied by a bitch called image. This is where a person’s calculation methodology becomes diluted, mixed, and tampered with.
Once an individual becomes so attached to the image of themselves that they strive to portray that they no longer know who they really are, they begin to speak and act accordingly. The problem is that these words and actions are not true correlates to the actual person. And eventually, that wisdom comes back to bite them in the ass. That’s when the excuses start. When I watch “The First 48″ the criminals don’t turn into bitches until they realize they’re going to jail. Then all of a sudden they become remorseful, and teary eyed. That’s when they start undergo a metamorphosis whereby they turn back into the real them. The problem is it’s too late. One of the more noteworthy variables in the equation is the voices of those who mislead people to think they are someone other than their own self. That’s the dudes in the hood who tell you that you the illest nigga out until you get locked up and all your dope and money is gone. Then you turn into a nigga that fell off. These are the voices of sports fans who scream the praises of their favorite team until they lose a few games in a row. Then the team sucks and the coach needs to be fired. In closing I leave you with this jewel to ponder and incorporate into your calculation methodology…
“A true mind can weather all the lies and illusions.
A true heart can tough the poison of hatred without being harmed.
Since beginningless time darkness fills the void, but always yields to purified light.”
-The Lion Turtle building with Aang before he fought the Fire Lord in Avatar “The Last Air-Bender”
Peace.
Preme
The Born Jewel
16 Apr 2012 Leave a Comment
Peace,
Per my knowledge degree in the 1-40, the wise man of the East makes history, or Koran, to equal his home circumference, a year to every mile. When I draw that up, I think about the science of being present in each moment, and living one day at a time. In so doing, a person is able to remain in tune with that which goes on around them. This is especially critical for true and living Gods, self cipher said truth is extremely resonant within my universe. I recently made a drastic change to my living situation as I now rest with my new Queen and her seed. The change is macrocosmic and microcosmic, because I’m geographically an hour away from the C-Medina city limits where I was born and raised. Also, in terms of the micro angle, I’ve gone from essentially living by and for my self to resting with a wisdom and a young God who’s knowledge knowledge. I know what you’re thinking…another classic Supreme Victory experiment with high explosives…LOL! True indeed! It’s good for me though. I take it to the build or destroy degree in terms of earthquakes being caused by the son of man by experimenting on high explosives. Those earthquakes are synonymous with change and change is definitely in order within this cipher. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mean that to say that things are just completely out of order in the rest, it’s just that there are some areas in which some refinement is needed. That’s where I come in. The key is for me to show and prove the meaning of civilization along with it’s corresponding duty by taking an approach that is right and exact, yet not overzealous.
I willfully admit that it’s an adjustment for all parties involved, especially me. Even still, it’s one that I’m more than willing to make and I relish the challenge. This is what living mathematics is all about. The truth on the square is that I need this situation to keep me firm on a square, and they need me in the cipher to make knowledge born. The pros far outweigh the cons and I generally look forward to coming home every day from the justice. My queen’s M.G.T. and G.C.C. training units are in full effect so the kingdom is always kept orderly, the god degree is always bountiful and prepared lovingly, and for the most part I want for nothing. Since I just copped a cee allah rule, and she has one of her own, I can get up and go wherever I need to whenever I need to although I’m pretty much a home body. The comfort level is most peace. In terms of our equality, she and I have a very peace rhythm in terms of communication. We don’t argue or fight, we build. I’m not gonna act as if there aren’t areas in which we each could stand to elevate born universal truth we’re working on them. Naturally the most challenging angle of the square surrounds the young God.
He’s really not a bad kid, it’s just that his old dad is not a major presence in his life and his ole Earth and grand ole Earth have spoiled him rotten. As a result, he sometimes doesn’t take too kindly to my straight to the point way of manifesting wisdom. It’s not his fault. When you’ve been living like everything revolves around you and then all of a sudden another Sun infiltrates the universe and becomes the center it can be unsettling, especially for an 11 year old kid. Since I don’t have any seeds of my own, I’m learning how to add on with him in real time. I draw strictly from the way I was raised, which was much more austere and iron-fisted than he can fathom, and my mathematics which, even in a light and fluffy form he often finds perplexing. Regardless, we get along and I think he knows that I have his best interest at heart and that I love his mother very much. My determined idea is certainly not to be his father, but rather to be the father of civilization. I have a lot of knowledge and wisdom that I can, and will strive to add on to him, but I have to be patient and understanding in doing so. I bear witness to the fact that I have quite a bit to learn relative keeping a family in orbit and with my degrees in mind, I plan to give all I have and all within my power to keep the born jewel right and exact.
Peace.
Preme
The Terrific Speed of Life…
01 Apr 2012 1 Comment
Peace,
For those of us with knowledge wisdom cipher on cap, the degrees represent a multidimensional commentary on life. There are racial, social, and psychological elements (among others) woven into the fabric of the messages that these lessons convey. Since understanding is indeed the best part, and constant elevation is the purpose of showing and proving, these points will never become outdated as long as one is truly living out Supreme Mathematics. Our mortality is evidence that none of us can outrun time. Physical death is an end that we will all ultimately meet. However, I’m fascinated by the way that some people die, how early in life they die, and the correlation between the speed of their lives and the age at which they perish. Today’s degree in the 1-40 builds on the pace at which the original man makes history…”a year to every mile.” I always draw that up to speak to the rhythm of life and the idea that one should strive to synchronize their personal rhythm with it, so that equality between the two is established.
The wisdom of society’s culture borns the reality that death is shrouded in the mystery of the unknown. In many cases the how and why isn’t made manifest until after expiration. That being said, there are observable patterns we can detect which are strong indicators that the “grim reaper” is near. Personally, the fast life has never been my cup of tea. I’ve always tended to take calculated risks, even before I got mathematics, and now that I have it, said truth is all the more real. I don’t drive fast, I don’t start shit, and I generally avoid potentially explosive people and situations. My ole’ Earth says that I choose the path of least resistance, which is definitely an accurate statement. Even as a child I found it to be equally intuitive and a mode of operation that served me well. As I’ve gotten older and come in contact with a variety of people, the speed at which a person lives has always been something I took note of and used as a point of analysis correspondent to them. The trend has overwhelmingly been that the faster a person lives, the more bullshit they encounter and the higher the likelihood that they will die soon.
I was building with my Queen last night about the whole science of living fast. We were exchanging stories about people who came into large sums of money and wound up broke or in jail within a short period of time. The discussion was sparked by a documentary on ESPN we were watching about the night Tupac died. I’ve heard quite a few interviews with people close to him in which they remarked that Pac knew he was gonna die and frequently commented to that effect. I don’t doubt it. The reason I bear witness to that idea is because he felt the increasing danger brought about by the speed of his life. He had been shot and incarcerated already and spear-headed a bi-coastal war of words between east and west full of vitriol and violent overtones. The writing was on the wall. What this speaks to is the importance of mentally being present in every moment and taking the necessary time required to consider the potential ramifications of your associations and actions. Consider this short list of elements relative to Tupac’s death, and note the pathology:
-On the night of his death he was hangin’ out with Bloods although he was not a Blood himself.
-He initiated a fight in which he helped stomp out a known Crip.
-He was highly visible on the night in question because he went to a Tyson fight and, since he was having an after party at a local club, he was very easy to find.
-Less than two hours after the beating he was murdered before he ever even made it to the party.
Now is it me, or did that nigga get served by the universal justice at a terrific speed? Rapid action invites equally rapid reaction. Hyperactive pace is typically the bedfellow of inefficiency because details tend to get overlooked. This is especially true in the realm of human thought. Deliberation is a critical process through which refinement is applied to a given thought. The benefit this yields is that the ensuing action is more definitive from the standpoint of intention, and therefore less likely to be categorized as an accident. There also tends to be less collateral damage involved. Hence the tried and true universally applicable directive, “TAKE YOUR TIME!”
Time taken is, in many instances, synonymous with quality. Aged wine is the most expensive. Older people are considered to be the wisest. Hand made goods and organic foods are highly regarded because of the lengthy processes involved in their production. In today’s microwave instant gratification society a lack of patience and controlled pace can be deadly. Countless lives have been lost to the fast life. Sometimes, slower is better.
Peace.
Preme
The Symbiotic Relationship Between Power and Telekinesis
17 Mar 2012 3 Comments
Peace,
As of the date of this writing, I have yet to see or hear anyone manifest a definition that encapsulates the meaning of “supreme mathematician.” In an effort to fill said conceptual vacuum, I will take it upon myself to do so:
n. supreme mathematician-(s
-pr
m
m
th
-m-t
shn)-a person who knows and lives Supreme Mathematics/a practicioner of the aforementioned science.
There you have it…tell Webster’s that I got a poor man’s copyright on that shit and they better pay me my money before I see it in a dictionary or I’ll sue that ass with terrific speed…LOL! Now back to the regularly scheduled build.
The reason I decided to manifest an actual definition of supreme mathematician is because I wanted to place emphasis on the fact that such a person fits the term’s description based upon application of a science, which is what supreme mathematics is. Within the ten concepts which correspond to the numerals 1-10 lies a vast universe of interpretive and explorative potential. In order to show and prove this idea let’s explore the fifth value in supreme math, which is power or refinement based on the version I received from my enlightener. For the purpose of this build, we’ll zero in exclusively on the first dimension…power. To take things a step further, I intend to show and prove that there’s a significant measure of symbiosis between power and telekinesis. Subsequently, just to make sure at least some of y’all think I’m completely out of my mind, I will assert that we all manifest telekinetic abilities. To begin, let’s lay out some functional definitions of our two star concepts:
pow·er
(pour)
| Noun | 1. | telekinesis – the power to move something by thinking about it without the application of physical force |
Guest Post: “5 Things Anyone Can Learn From Jeremy Lin” by Anthony Jones
24 Feb 2012 Leave a Comment
Things Anyone Can Learn From Jeremy Lin
This year’s sports Cinderella seems to be NBA star Jeremy Lin. The long time unnoticed player who is currently with the New York Knicks has metaphorically been on fire and stunned fans both inside and outside of basketball with his spectacular playing. We thought now would be a good time to go over what he can teach people both inside and outside the sporting world.
1. Don’t give up on yourself – Even though he had a successful college basketball career, Lin was passed on by all professional teams. Undeterred, he continued to play and looked for chances to improve himself whenever he could. This included when he was eventually signed by teams and then cut a short time later. It is a truly inspiring story for everyone who has ever come in last at anything to keep at it.
2. Race doesn’t matter – Outside of Yao Ming, it can be difficult for the lay person or even avid sports fan to name another Asian in the NBA. Lin, a Chinese American, is rumored to have encountered the stereotype that Asians can’t play basketball often in his career. He proves that diversity is an inevitable part of sports and life and you should never judge someone by their appearance.
3. Take the good and the bad – One of the reasons Jeremy Lin has made headlines so instantly is that he scored a record breaking 136 points in his first five starting games, which is the most since the NBA became one league in 1976. However, Jeremy Lin also broke the record for most turnovers in his first seven games, proving that there is both good and bad performances in everyone, even NBA superstars.
4. Humility – In addition to the record breaking, Lin’s humility and praise of his teammates has also garnered him a lot of attention, which is refreshing in a league that has its share of boasters, trash talkers, and the occasional criminal offense. He has been dubbed the Tim Tebow of basketball and often praises his faith as a source of strength. Lesson for others: showboating isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.
5. Versatility – We’ve all heard about the kid who played college hoops and was drafted into the NBA right away. But how many have you heard of that went to Harvard, got a degree, and can still play ball with the best of them? By not pigeon-holing Lin or other players into labels like the “brain,” people can see the best of them. It also doesn’t hurt that Lin can pass, shoot three pointers, and dunk with impressive ability.
Anthony Jones is a contributor all over the web and for http://sportsmanagementcolleges.com which helps those looking for a career in professional sports.
The Relationship Between Time and Change…
19 Feb 2012 1 Comment
Peace,
Change is the ultimate inevitability. Regardless of whom or what it must, and will, take place. It can do so positively or negatively depending on the cipher and the parties within it, which are both subject to its byproducts. In spite of the human tendency to freeze in the comfortable inertia of the status quo, change represents opportunity. This change is synonymous with the “chance” referenced in the knowledge understanding degree, which is all that is required to engineer a recovery from mental death, a reversal of fortune, or an exercise in refinement. The degree to which change and chances can be roped and bound is contingent upon the vacuum of individual lifespans, or time. On a macrocosmic level there’s no said limit to which either is subject, however, when viewed through the lens of a single life, their quantity becomes predicated upon the amount of time a person has to take chances which will lead to change. When I meditate on the relationship between the knowledge zig and the zag I realize that what once may have been an effective means by which to deal with a given situation may now be a rather archaic approach. Even if said methodology maintains salvageable elements, it requires updating, in the form of refinement, nonetheless. This is what constitutes elevation.
A prime example of a cipher which has now evolved, and requires careful and scientific updating, is the discipline of children. When I was a young God, the “Bernie Mac” approach was the standard in Black America. If you were grown enough to talk shit, you were grown enough to get fucked up…period. All that back talkin’ and disrespecting elders was the type of emphatic now cipher that was certain to bring a child physical justice of the swift and merciless variety. Might it have been brutal at times?? Certainly, but it was undeniably effective. In those days a neighbor could whip that ass if you got out of pocket, then take you home to your ole Earth, tell her what you did, and watch you get a second thrashing…ahhh the good old days when you could forcefully teach a kid respect. Fast forward to the present. If you breathe on a kid these days, they’ll lock you up. The little bastard can dial a hotline, scream abuse, and have the authorities investigating you and threatening to place them in a foster home at a terrific speed. Society has become soft to the point that adults are being hindered in their efforts to truly parent because it’s too difficult to draw the line of demarcation between the authority figure and the subjects in a household. It’s a sad thought to ponder, especially as the product of the “extension cord beating days”. Frankly, I resent the fact that after all the vicious ass whuppins’ I took, which helped to make me who I am and taught me valuable lessons, I have to live in a world full of heathens who are unjustifiably shielded from the same brand of justice. What the fuck makes their asses so precious that they shouldn’t be kicked? It’s a damn shame! And we wonder why our kids are dumb as hell and have no manners. It’s because of us…
Here’s what happened. Over the last knowledge power or so years America has become such a hypersensitive society that we’re now obsessed with sparing one another’s feelings. We physically and linguistically walk on egg-shells. Anything that may be the slightest bit hurtful, regardless of how true or warranted it may be, we won’t say or do, especially when it comes to our children. School years are becoming shorter and the amount of homework being assigned is decreasing. My Queen’s son is knowledge knowledge. Typically, he either doesn’t have any homework or has so little that he can finish it before he gets to the rest. Shiiiit when I was in the God grade I used to have a shit load of homework just about every night and we were given enough over the holidays to make sure we remained firm on a square. If I told my ole’ Earth that I didn’t have any on consecutive days she was ready to call the school to find out why. It’s no wonder this country is fucked. We’re literally raising generations of lazy, underachieving imbeciles. They have no concept of how each phase of life is a building block upon which the next one stands. The fact is, most successful people began to lay the groundwork for their future as children. I was already thinking about high-school in the 7th and 8th grades. In sophomore and junior year of high-school I was already thinking about college. Our young people need to develop a greater sense of urgency relative to scholastic advancement, and the required effort to generate it at an accelerated pace. Average simply will not cut it, especially for black children. In a society pervaded by a global white supremacy agenda, it’s imperative that we strive to be twice as good as they are knowing that the availability of opportunity is skewed in their favor. It’s also critical for us to realize that education must be supplemented in the home by parents and by the children themselves. We can’t depend on the school system to impart the amount of knowledge necessary for our youth to excel in a world that’s not designed for them to do so.
What it gets back to is time. How is it being spent? Where does our focus, and the focus of our children lie? What areas require refinement, and what changes are we making in order to bring it about? These are questions that must be asked and answered aggressively. I have a huge problem with the foolhardy notion among young people, that youth comes with a built in grace period during which it’s ok to be stupid. How senseless is it to set aside unpromised time for the express purpose of wasting it, in order to purge oneself of savage desires and curiosity? It’s far more practical to develop habits which surround the constructive use of time at an early age. In so doing, the promise of the future yields that much more allure and potential for prosperity. Additionally, it’s extremely important for adults to be pacesetters. Since the youth take their cue from us, we have to be examples. If our children see us stimulating our minds by reading and researching things instead of just watching tv and bullshitting around on facebook, then they’re prone to follow suit. We also need to be progressive and contrarian in our approach to encouraging our children’s pursuit of mind elevation. Instead of buying video games as birthday gifts, how about books? Spend some time in front of the computer WITH YOUR CHILD!!!!! Show them things, build with them on different sciences, ask them questions, and get in their heads. You can’t get a sense of their mental condition without taking their cognitive pulse. Mental stimulation can also be figured into the justice we serve them for their transgressions. Make them write definitions. Force them to write essays. Quiz them. The old-school way is not necessarily always the best way. Strive to be inventive and original. Every child is original self cipher, curriculums need to be tailored to the child’s strengths and weaknesses. The investment is well worth it and will dictate our future…teach them well and let them lead the way…(Shout out to Whitney…Peace Queen!)
Peace.
Preme
An Asiatic Look at Gestalt Psychology
31 Jan 2012 3 Comments
Peace,
I’ve recently been deeply immersed in meditation relative to the nature of the mind, how it functions, & how I can elevate my personal cognitive condition. One of the theories that I find intriguing within this psychological realm is Gestalt Psychology. The theory basically holds that the human mind & human behavior represent a whole which is a collective singular reality. It’s the source of the saying, “the whole is greater than the sum of its parts.” The founders of this school of thought include Max Wertheimer, Kurt Koffka, & Wolfgang Kohler. Wertheimer was pivotal in advancing the idea that rapid sequences of perceptual events create the illusion of motion. Rows of flashing lights are an example of this concept which is referred to as the “phi phenomenon.” As the theory began to take shape, a set of principles called the Gestalt Laws of Perceptual Organization became it’s backbone. They include:
The Law of Similarity: Items that are similar tend to be grouped together.
The Law of Pragnanz: Reality is organized or reduced to the simplest form possible.
The Law of Proximity: Objects that are similar tend to be grouped together.
The Law of Continuity: Lines are seen as following the smoothest path.
The Law of Closure: Objects that are grouped together are seen as a whole.
Upon examination, one will notice a common thread which permeates each of the aforementioned laws. That thread is their reference to the magnetic property of the mind. The reference is not direct but rather inferred. We perceptually manufacture order where, on face value, it would appear that there is, or can be, none. Think about it. We take singular objects and individuals and place them in groups based on similarity. This is typically done based on proximity. We mentally make rough images of lines smooth so that we can see continuity. Functionally, we are constantly reducing complexity to simplicity in an effort to make our reality easier to navigate. The bottom line is, we mentally strive to bring order to virtually all situations & arrangements. In my judgement, we do so because the magnetic property of the mind makes us predisposed to pull things together so to speak.
This is certainly not applicable across the board. Generally, the more civilized a person is the more “together” they will be…can you say one having knowledge, wisdom, understanding, culture, & refinement and is not a savage in the pursuit of happiness? Responsibility falls right in line with civilization and the establishment of order because a person who is truly responsible takes on the duty of helping others, whose lives are dis-orderly, clean themselves up. The Prescribed Law of Islam explicity states this. Mathematics again manifests itself from the qualitative angle of the square. It’s the universally accepted & applied science of keeping order. What it boils down to is our inherent desire for equality. Babies aren’t born with knowledge of lying, stealing, or how to master others. The fact that the devil was taught such trick-knowledge shows & proves that such behavior is learned. It’s, therefore, only logical that counteracting such savage ways actions is akin to teaching their antithetical counterparts such as civilization, righteousness, the knowledge of self, & the science of everything in life, love, peace, & happiness.
When we examine the way that our minds function concurrent with optimal maintenance, the true potential of their power makes itself known. Abilities such as telepathy, telekinesis, & other forms of ESP come into the picture. The reason we have such a hard time tapping into, developing, & controlling said abilities is because our minds are overloaded with undue stress & information that yields little to no practical value. The result is a Pelonic cognitive reality. Consider the things from which we extract the most joy. Studying, reading, & doing for others don’t top the leisure list for most people. However, gambling, strip clubs, & bar hopping do. Do I have my vices? Indeed, I do. Even still I can honestly say that I get the most joy out of sharing social equality with the people I love. Get togethers whether with family, friends, or both are my shit. Realationships with good people and the opportunity to advocate one common cause is right up there with peace & happiness as far as rewards for destroying the devil’s civilization. Never underestimate your ability to impact those within close proximity & make sure that impact is of a divine nature.
Peace.
Preme 22 Allah
A Social Commentary on Negativity via the Lense of I-God Culture
15 Jan 2012 1 Comment
Peace,
It’s recently occurred to me that an honest look at the state of our society emphatically proves the proclamation in the wisdom knowledge degree that unalike attracts and like repels. When it comes to what magnetizes the 85%, negativity is like nudity to a nympho, or free food to the obese. It’s something they eat, sleep, breathe, and thrive on. Compounding the situation, for those of us with an aversion to negativity, is the obsession that its perpetrators have with spreading it amongst folks who are genuinely striving to be positive. People who are easily lead in the wrong direction and hard to lead in the right direction are not content with being deaf, dumb, and blind by themselves. They want you swimming in said savage reality right along with them. True indeed, they find ignorance to be bliss but not nearly as blissful as it is when they have a cast of thousands to share it with. The 5, 10, & 85 percent classifications speak to a rather overwhelming fact of life for those of us identified in the knowledge equality degree. We’re drastically outnumbered! This quantitative disadvantage translates to an even more pronounced qualitative disadvantage relative to the prospect of carving out and maintaining a peaceful existence on a planet where approximately 95% of the inhabitants are predisposed to sabotage said undertaking. I made the statement in a prior post on nonsensical cliches that it’s conditionally counter-intuitive to “fight fire with fire” so to speak. I made that statement based on the fact that in order to nullify a given element one must attack it with it’s mutually exclusive counterpart in some instances. Although this idea has merit, it doesn’t speak to universal effectiveness across all potential situations. This begs the paradoxical question is there a universally effective means by which to neutralize negativity in the realm of social interaction?
I know…it’s a hell of a question to ponder. In a vacuum, I’m inclined to say now cipher. The reason being that the unknown cipher of life (240) is capable of generating far too wide a variety of layered social situations which are not cut and dry enough to resolve by way of one universally applicable approach. MLK was a proponent of non-violence and he made some serious headway manifesting from that divine angle of the square. But consider the cost…it was his life. Bullshit ain’t nothin’ and that’s a hell of a price to pay. Furthermore, as this country prepares to celebrate his born day, we have to honestly consider how far black people have to go, versus how far we’ve allegedly come. Let me emphatically state that I would never undervalue or throw stones at the magnanimous accomplishments of this brother. Simply put, he was a beast. Additionally, the degree to which his determined idea wasn’t fully realized is not completely due to fault of his own. I can’t knock the God for what he apparently didn’t know and couldn’t foresee. I don’t believe he honestly thought that by advocating assimilation into white society he was leading us into an enhanced state of reliance on them for food, clothing, and shelter, among other things. I don’t think it ever crossed his mind that as opposed to distilling back from whence it came, racism in America would simply morph into something that now pervades our society via a re-invented wheel which makes it more difficult to prove and expose. Be clear, for every righteous determined idea there’s an equally dastardly determined idea which is just as likely to make itself manifest on this plane of existence.
So where does the coordinated effort to combat negativity begin? It begins within self. Justice is the supreme alphabetical coordinate that corresponds to the knowledge cipher degree which states that only by bringing and presenting four devils heads can one receive a free transportation to the Holy City of Mecca. This is something we must continue to do daily and once we’ve taken our four, we have to double our effort by showing and proving, in accordance to the wisdom cipher degree’s declaration that the civilized person is held responsible for the uncivilized. Said declaration must be saddled with the following caveat…YOU CAN’T CIVILIZE A PERSON THAT REFUSES TO BE CIVILIZED!!!!!!!!! Any attempt to do so can be likened to searching for that which does not exist. Once you discover that a person cannot be reformed fuck em’! Keep that ass wisdom cipher miles outside of your circumference at all costs. Rest assured that your character will be assassinated as you’re accused of everything from actin’ funny, to thinkin’ you’re better than them. I for one could care less. I don’t take degrees on face value self cipher the idea of separation making devil must be understood in the proper context. There are just some people that you have to separate yourself from for the greater good. Very few relationships, if any, are holy so when the degree to which they are diluted, mixed, and tampered with reaches a level of toxicity which represents danger, either the complexion of the relationship has to change or it has to end. No one is exempt from this social law including friends and family. The fact is, they can sometimes be the most negative people of all. I’m rapidly approaching the physical degree of understanding equality. As such, I don’t have time to lose dealing with such individuals. I’m strivin’ to avoid them like the plague…
Peace.
Preme
Ruler I Power: “For my brother A.G.”
10 Jan 2012 1 Comment
Peace,
R.I.P
Allah God!
In my last post when I went through my 2011 recap, I mentioned that I lost my best friend on the wisdom power day of December. As that momentary reference didn’t scratch the surface of payin’ tribute to my brotha,’ I wanted to do so, or attempt to do so, within the vacuum that is this space. Naturally, there’s no way that I could possibly qualify approximately 25yrs of friendship in a couple of paragraphs. Even still, this is the science.
Adrian Goldwyn was manifested on this physical plane of existence understanding power years ago, somewhere between the wisdom cipher & wisdom understanding day of January…I always forget…as we got into our understanding ciphers we developed a rather cavalier attitude relative to born days. We went to the same grammar school but my earliest recollection of our friendship dates our history back to build build in the God grade. How we became cool I don’t exactly know. What I do know is that between build build & born cipher me, this nigga named Chris, who we used to call “Fatmack”, & A.G. ran together real thick. The primary science we dealt with was laughter. We laughed at any & everything…mostly each other. Every day after school once I found my little brother and Fatmack found his brother & sister, we would just hang out around the school buggin’ out. When we graduated from the build grade, A.G. went away to a high school in Wisconsin while I went to a school way out in the burbs. We kept in contact and would kick in the summers when he came home. His ole Earth owned the building they lived in along with the one next to it. During my sophomore year, in born wisdom, my family was between cribs and the apartment accross from them became vacant. We moved in & it was on!
The illest aspect of our friendship was that we went through so many stages of development together. We met as boys, transitioned to young men, & grew into men together. The summers of born understanding and born culture were crazy. We both had the crazy high-top fades and we learned to cut our own hair. He learned first & showed me the basics so once I got it down we were like fuck the barbershop. We used to cut our hair every Friday and put texturizers in…lol. That shit was the 90′s version of conk for real word is bond! We got pagers, schemed on wisdoms, started smokin’ weed and drinkin’ forties pretty much all at the same time. I know, typical 85 shit, but that’s what it was. We were just doin’ the type of bullshit young niggaz in C-Medina did. His ole’ Earth had a Chevy Celebrity & he would steal it when she went to sleep so we could sneak out. That nigga always had me doin’ some bullshit. His line was, “take a ride wit’ me dawg”…my reply would be “where we going dawg?” He would always just say, “don’t worry about it, just ride”…mind you he’d punctuate this with a devilish grin…lol.
In born culture we went away to college together at Southern Illinois University at Edwardsville. Allowing me & this nigga to go away to the same school was a decision that I’m sure at times our mothers found to be regrettable. To say that we kicked it is a gargantuan understatement! This was the point at which A.G. really came out of his shell & got comfortable in his own skin. We’re both aquarius’ and when we were younger he was shy, especially with wisdoms. Once we got to college that shit stopped at a terrific speed. When I say women loved this nigga I mean they fuckin’ worshiped the ground he walked on! He was a tall husky understandin’ seed with that wash n’ go hair that would get curly when he wet it. Put it this way, he smashed numerous wisdoms that wouldn’t even let me breathe on the mic and I have no qualms about admitting it…lol. I’m no slouch, but his stats put mine & most other niggaz to shame. To make matters worse he pledged Kappa so you do the math. After power years of wild parties, sex, weed, and campus alcoholism we both managed to graduate. I finished first and he finished a semester or two later.
I moved back to C-Medina after graduation to find a justice cipher born. He got on with AG Edwards in St. Loius which was about a 20 minute drive from our school. While I was in the Chi grindin’ for mine this nigga was livin’ the quintessential “Marcus Graham” bachelor life. He had a fly crib, a decent ride, a decent job, no seeds, & the looks to make the world his oyster. He certainly did…
Unfortunately, in or around cipher culture his ole’ Earth was diagnosed with cancer. My man had to quit his justice, give up the bachelor pad, & move back home to take care of her and manage the buildings. He had lost one of his older brothers about equality months prior and within about a year or so he lost his mom. On top of that, his 18 year old niece, who was set to go to the University of Tennessee on a track scholarship, dropped dead of a heart attack a few months after his moms returned. This rash of family death fucked him up royally. He started smokin’ mad weed to the point where he had to have it every day. The grief turned him into a recluse for a few months and I couldn’t get him to leave the house. Eventually, he got tired of that shit after he got the cream from his ole Earth’s passing. At this point he got back to some semblance of his old self and kinda balled out. He bought a big screen true victory, a pool table, a Tahoe on 22′s…yeah the nigga was wildin.’ Most of that shit was just an attempt to mask his pain. We had another run of savagery between him, my cousin, & I we went through a fuck load of chicks, cognac, & weed. With him as the money man & us as the entertainers the hood bar scene didn’t have a chance…lol.
As more time passed the tomfoolery began to subside. My cousin moved back home to Toledo & started a family. I became focused on work, my relationship, & knowledgin’ 120. In a fine mist A.G. made some bad financial calculations and gradually began to go broke. Between cipher build & knowledge cipher he wound up selling off all of that material shit and fell sick with Cancer although he never told anyone about his illness…not even me. In December of knowledge cipher I finally had to move out of his building. There was no heat or water when I left & since I work every day even our friendship wasn’t enough to make me keep livin’ like that when I didn’t have to. I never saw him again after that. We built on the phone a few times but a distance developed between us. He distanced himself from everybody. Little did we know it was because he was dying and wanted to shield us from his imminent demise. People would always ask me what the science was with him and I would say he was cool or that I wasn’t sure because oftentimes…I wasn’t. On the wisdom God day of December, I got word at the justice that he had returned. I still can hardly believe that even though I’m far from deaf, dumb, and blind. It finally started to make sense. He kept everybody apart from his social equality because he was ready to die. The God was tired…actually exhausted, from fighting the grief over the loss of his mother, brother, & niece…from fighting to hold on to the building his mom had worked so hard to keep in his family & he’d struggled so long to maintain…& ultimately he was tired of fighting to live. My natural inclination would be to wonder why he wouldn’t reach out for help from the many people who loved him so much. However, my mathematical self knows the answer. I knew him like the back of my he allah now divine. He was stubborn, prideful, & secretive. He didn’t want people to make a fuss over him or to touch him with sorrowful eyes. He just wanted to let death come & take him away from all that assailed him. Who the fuck am I to question it without having walked a millimeter in his shoes? I understand, I respect it, and above all else I love him. Peace to the God. He didn’t know he was God Cipher Divine but I did O:-)
Peace.
Preme
