Be Your Self

Posted: June 1, 2015 in Uncategorized

Peace,

Old school 2010 build that I totally forgot about.  Do the knowledge!  http://www.ipadio.com/broadcasts/SupremeVictoryAllah/2009/11/07/Be-Yourself

Peace,
Preme

State of the Glass…

Posted: June 22, 2014 in Uncategorized

Peace,

 

Over the course my recent literary reclusion, I’ve remained true to form in the exploration of any science prone to lend itself to personal cultivation.  This past week, I ventured into the world of Intermittent Fasting  and found it to be a dietary methodology that will be of great use in my effort to physically maintain.  Currently, I’m finding the concept of well-being to be a dominant theme of thought relative to self, as well as others.  Subconsciously, we all tend to harbor a dichotomous measure of concern regarding our own welfare, and that of those with whom we are acquainted.  That being said, I’m fascinated by the frequency with which imbalance arises between the emphasis we place on one side of the duality versus the other.  Simply put, there are some people who are “selfless” to a fault, and, conversely, there are those who are exceedingly “selfish.”  Advancing the build a step further, consider how often you actually ask someone…“How are you doing?”  Although this question stands as a staple in the lexicon of pleasantry exchange, if analyzed more deeply it can function as a powerful probe into the mental, physical, and or emotional state of the person to whom it’s posed.  I’d dare to say that more often than not the response will be some canned version of “I’m fine,” but what about those instances that yield a more detailed and morbid answer?

 

Take a moment to reflect on a situation in which you ran into someone you hadn’t seen in a while and asked them something to the effect of “so what’s been goin’ on?” only to find that you ripped the top off of a Pandora’s Box filled with tragedy and misfortune.  Outwardly you might be saying “wow, I’m sorry to hear that” or the more cliche’d “well, it gets greater later,” while inwardly you’re thinking “damn that’s fucked up!!!” It ultimately begs the question…how much do we really care about how someone is doing?  Personally, I think the fact that we can step on a conversational landmine simply by greeting someone according to a social norm is a beautiful thing.  That potentiality represents the nexus where reality and fantasy crash violently into one another.  Most people live in a perpetual delusion in which things will generally be “swell” as long as they keep a positive outlook, don’t say anything that’s politically incorrect, and remain locked in the secure confines of their personal bubble.  When something bad does happen they just chalk it up to “God’s will” or life’s whim.  In my judgement, this is where the root of our society’s degeneration lies.  We’re so deathly afraid of anything that’s difficult, unpleasant, confrontational, or  reminiscent of an obstacle, that if we can’t deny or run from such a thing we’ll find some way to rationalize it’s dismissal.  This is why people avoid conversation about religion, race, and politics.  What a mentally weak statement about the spirit of the day it is when three of the most important aspects of the human experience constitute subjects that are off limits…it’s fuckin’ pathetic to put it lightly.

 

The overarching question is how did we arrive at this state of being?  Here’s my theory.  I think it’s a byproduct of fallout from some of the key flashpoints in our history ie. the civil rights & women’s liberation movements, advances in the area of gay rights, ever-increasing media scrutiny, and philosophical shifts in psychology.  In our country’s effort to establish equality and tolerate diversity we’ve actually become more fixated on our differences than our similarities in this sense…social injustice whether legitimate or “perceived” is a powerful cloak for an ulterior motive.  As such,  overzealous policing of language and writing allows people of various races, sexual persuasions, etc. to bolster their political standing and engender fear of said group’s wrath.  As a result, resentment arises and no relationships of substance are forged.  This sentiment distills down from the group dynamic to the individual resulting in an overwhelmingly myopic perspective of life.  You become the center of the universe and are  virtually oblivious to the trials and tribulations of even those who are closest to you.  Get this, it doesn’t stop there.  For many, the next stage involves neglect of their own issues.  This is how we wind up with people living well into adulthood before they finally realize  they’re mentally ill, even though a multiplicity of signs manifested themselves earlier in life.  Instead of digging deeper into these thoughts and feelings we ignore them until they explode out of us and wreak havoc.

 

I’m sure, at this point, you’re wondering what the endgame for this piece is.  My intention is to encourage you to focus on “the glass” that represents how you and yours are really doing.  Develop a perpetual awareness of whether it’s half full or half empty and live accordingly.  When you identify malfunction in a given dimension of either your well-being, or that of someone close to you don’t ignore it, do something about it.  It’s tremendously important that we keep our fingers on the pulse of those to whom we are close.  You won’t be able to help unless you probe for problems even at the risk of un-nerving someone.  My best friend returned to the essence from cancer before I ever knew he had it.  Mind you, there were some extenuating circumstances that mightily facilitated this lack of awareness on my part, but the point still shines through.  If that can happen, imagine the variety of other difficulties a person could be facing unbeknownst to their loved ones.

 

I’d be remiss if I didn’t implore you to actually study human nature, tendency, and the mind.  In so doing, you’ll have a better grasp of what’s normal versus what represents cause for alarm.  Additionally, you’ll become all the more capable of psychoanalyzing the people with whom you come in contact, as well as your self.  One of the most ground-breaking realizations that the learned among us arrive at is that you’re not as weird or abnormal as you may think you are.  “Pop-psychology” has people self diagnosing themselves with everything from OCD, to ADD when oftentimes, one is just quirky.  Am I asserting that these disorders don’t exist? Emphatically no, I’m just saying that manifesting certain pronounced characteristics or behavior patterns at a moderate level doesn’t always equate to mental illness.   Among the other benefits this type of study can yield are methods which can be woven into your daily living that will help you enhance your ability to deal with stress, overcome obstacles, and generally meet and defeat life’s challenges.  In closing, never lose sight of the state of the glass…

 

Peace.

Preme

 

The 5% Experience…

Posted: March 23, 2014 in Uncategorized

Peace,

When the clock strikes midnight signifying the dawn of the wisdom build/destroy day of May, I will have had 120 on cap for equality years.  I can’t help but see a bit of irony in reaching said mile in my journey with Allah’s Mathematics.  When I draw it up through equality as a conceptual prism upon which to base analysis, an intriguing possibility for revelation makes itself manifest.  The most striking angle of which is comparative in nature, and characterized by the juxtaposition of my relatively short walk and that of a God who’s had knowledge considerably longer, let’s say since the 60’s as a benchmark.  My observations of, and builds with, Gods from this era yield considerable evidence of a huge generational gap in terms of what walking with this math “is” and “should” be about.  Many of these brothers are from that “the Father said this or that” and “we used to do it like this or that” school of thought.  They can be found anywhere there’s an audience willing to lend an ear, waxing poetic about the so-called “good ol’ days” of this nation.  Now mind you, I have the utmost respect for our elders and the basic foundation that they laid, at least those who are just and true anyway.  However, I came into this as part of the “fuck that, don’t tell me how to live” wave of Gods.  Many who represent this contingent are too young to fully appreciate the science that the old guard deals with because we don’t have a direct frame of reference to give it resonance.   Furthermore, a number of us take umbrage with the idea that we need someone dictating to us that we should manifest this culture according to some archaic template that’s simply not compatible with the zeitgeist.

Ultimately, I’m an advocate of objectivity as it’s one of the hallmarks of any truly scientific endeavor, which in fact, is what I see living this culture to be.  While I can see great value in some of the tried and true customs and ideas of the nation, I can also identify plenty of shit that needs to go.  That being said, while I consider myself a contrarian as well as a proponent of self styled-wisdom, I can’t co-sign a national current of air in which Gods can operate with virtual impunity in the commission of acts that besmirch our nation.  For example, if you whoop on your Earth, withhold knowledge from a wisdom in order to subjugate her, or talk that super conscious shit to the 85% when you’ve never shown and proven knowledge wisdom cipher, you ain’t self and you need to clean your self up or get the fuck on…period.  One of the things that I don’t see or hear talked about nearly enough, is the sequence of psychological phases that many brothers travel through when they get knowledge of self via this worldview.  Although the intensity of said phases varies from man to man, I’d venture to say that there tend to be some basic commonalities.  The 1st and most typical phase involves a mix of self-importance, boosted ego, and an almost insatiable desire to tell everyone you know that the black man is God.  One of the most undesirable byproducts of this stage is the hubristic tone of its message conveyance.  It’s not enough to simply impart the principles of our paradigm in the context of a civilized discourse, but we have to bash people over the head with it as if they don’t reserve the right to find fault with it or even outright reject it.  The next stage is one during which we become nihilistic as the reality that most people don’t give a damn that you got knowledge and don’t want to hear that shit sets in.  We become discouraged, because in spite of our best intentions, we find out the hard way that the 5, 10, and 85 percentages are very real.  The power degree in the 1-36 comes to life and you realize that in the eyes of other black people you’re just another nigga poppin’ some pro-black shit that they find not to hold much weight.  It’s at this point that we begin to ask ourselves the tough questions.  Can we make a difference?  Is it worth teaching?  How do we teach?

Eventually, although not at the same terrific rate of speed, we ease into the understanding phase.  The forest becomes more visible a midst the figurative parting of the trees.   We learn to accept things and people, for what and who they are, versus what and who we want them to be.  Concurrently, the sharpest among us revel in the exploration and teaching of the science of everything in life.  In so doing, we  reap the rewards of love, peace, and happiness.  Our drive to study and elevate is spurred on by the realization that we’ll never know it all but the more we come to know, the more we become wise to, and ultimately the more substantive our teaching becomes.  I think the value in dealing with this loose phase based model is that brothers coming into this can get a sense of what they should strive to stave off as they learn, while taking solace in the fact that many of their predecessors have dealt with similar sensations.  Since I became said person of the ability to live this out and teach it, my life has taken some tumultuous twists and turns.  I’ve suffered and enjoyed, triumphed and failed, laughed and cried, taught and learned…As all of the above has transpired my degrees have been a constant resource upon which I could lean.  I think that in order for this nation to make a quantum leap in terms of legitimacy and effectiveness as a force of change for our people we need to make greater strides toward  true social equality between the older and younger generations.  The gateway to this reality is the establishment of understanding which will only come about if the multitudinous areas of misunderstanding are addressed and resolved.  Here’s the key summed up in one word…transparency.  Titans of the god cipher divine pedigree can accomplish so much when they focus on building rather than clashing.  The only way each side can appreciate the perspective of the other is to be open minded and willing to give as well as take.  A third eye closed is the tool of a blind fool.

I realize that I’ve been distant over the past few months but my absence should not be construed as abandonment of this medium.  The simple explanation is that I’ve been busy studying, growing, and taking in as much new information as I can so that I can inject some new energy into this blog.  I look at it like this, if I get tired of reading my own shit, then I’m be doing you a disservice by putting it before you.  I’d rather allow my cup of thoughts to refill itself with freshness until I can get back to facilitating its run over these pages.  I’m well aware of the fact that my writing serves a purpose so I take it seriously enough not to hit you with some garden variety shit just for the sake of padding stats.  That’s not my style.  You deserve better so that’s what I’ll keep striving to give you.  Word is bond, and bond is life.

Peace.

Preme

God’s Fascinations..

Posted: December 25, 2013 in Uncategorized

Peace,

On the eve of the biggest so-called “holiday” of them all, I find my self entertaining thoughts of a variety that can captivate the mind of one upon whom far too much benefit of the doubt is bestowed by virtue of a title, (God) and an affiliation (N.G.E.).  Although the forthcoming assertion is sure to fly in the face of conventional wisdom, I’m inclined to think that as we age, we cogitate ever more fancifully, because our understanding constitutes a mind-sight that is capable of visualizing higher order potentialities.   At this moment I’m reflective as I engage in a retrospective scan of the last wisdom years of my life.  Oh how eventful, and edifying they have been.  My current relationship recently eclipsed its second born day and the queen’s presence in my circumference has been a black superlative yet to be made manifest in the bastard tongue that we speak.  The abundant negativity and treachery in our world notwithstanding, the pure selfless current of her persona serves the dual purpose of quelling my pessimism and reinforcing my life’s purpose.  As Luther once so melodically proclaimed, “love is a gamble and I’m soooooo glaaaaaad I am winnin’ we’ve come a long way and yet this is only the beginin’ of our loooooove!”  If the physical degree of understanding god has revealed nothing else to me it’s shown and proven that, the  family unit of original man, woman, and child is tremendously resilient, vital, and above all else, worth fighting for.  Humility is a bad bitch to whom said living arrangement will forcefully introduce you self cipher if you aren’t said person of the ability to greet her with finesse you can consider your ass effectively kicked.  Simply put, when you have a family, shit is no longer about you.  And guess what, it shouldn’t be because if a disproportionate amount of focus  is directed toward you how could equality truly exist?  It couldn’t, and without varying opinions, random questions, and challenges to what you perceive to be your authority, you would be soft as veggie turds and your life would be boring as fuck!  There’s no “ledge” to know without the “edge” if you get my drift…

Living mathematics is so much more organic for me now power years into knowledge of self via I-God culture.  The fire still burns and my love for 120 is unwavering, yet my teaching is becoming far more action oriented, and based much less on flare.  I’ve learned the hard way that the most qualified people to bring God or Earth down a notch as needed, are the 85%.  They don’t give a shit about the duty of a civilized person, the day’s mathematics, or who taught you 120.  They want to know if you can drop them off somewhere, let them borrow some money, or babysit.  Honestly, that’s the way it’s supposed to be…life’s figurative “laymen’s terms” playing trump to excessive wallowing in abstraction.  What I’m getting at is that our curriculum is most effective when we live it out without losing sight of the fact that we’re still everyday people.  I find myself blasting past “what” others do in order to deal with the how and why of their ways and actions.  Those two questions keep me brimming with curiosity.   When I consider where I am and how I figure into the cipher in which I reside, I’m clear about the fact that this position lacks glamour.  Were this football it would be comparable to that of an offensive lineman…essentially, an individual whose job it is to make room for others to do theirs, while enjoying more credit.  The key is, a lack of recognition is not the same as devaluation.  After all, the quarterback, running back, and receivers are useless without the line acting as a strong foundation.  Allah’s mathematics is about simply giving original people a formidable base upon which a well-spring of orderly, knowledge driven thought can be cultivated.  Karate moves with the lessons ain’t worth shit if you can’t land a blow on life when it challenges you to a title bout.  It is this rarely mentioned dynamic of the conscious reality and principle application which I find beguiling.  I see it as the next phase of my elevation during which I learn to master being over myself.  Reaching that final form of asiatic existence in which, being God is so natural and organic that talking about it almost becomes uncouth in some respects.  The duty to teach is clear as our knowledge builds to born said direction in the meat.  And, to do so effectively, yet with style, is most peace.  However,  magnetic is most resonant when thrust forth by deed or spontaneous words, rather than soap boxing.  Bottom line on top, the Gods and Earths love a strong build but typically, destroy powers ain’t strivin’ to hear that shit.  I’m drawn in by that space within a relationship whereby you’ve obtained enough credibility with a person for them to actually listen to you, and consider your opinions.  That’s the type of trust infused interaction in which real building takes place.  I endeavor to focus on meeting people where they are, showing them I can make myself at home there, and graciously inviting them to a level of elevation they may not have yet visited.  The invite seems to go over much better than the pomp and bombast.

Peace.

Preme

Self Defense…

Posted: November 8, 2013 in Uncategorized

Peace,

If a muthafucka punches you in your shit and follows up with a wild flurry of haymakers, what you gon’ do?  If your significant other accuses you of cheating when you’ve been completely faithful how will you respond?  How about during one of those awkward moments when something you intended to be a playful joke is taken in the absolute worst possible context and the person you said it to starts to spazz on you…again I ask, how would you combat this?  The answer is exactly the same in all three situations…you will defend yourself.  My first example is rather extreme and more “knee jerk” than the other two because we  are hardwired to instinctively eliminate physical threats to our safety by fight or flight.  Although a high level definition of defense is the opposition of offense, the concept denotes a far more broad and pervasive aspect of the human experience, particularly from the standpoint of thought and behavior.   Per conventional wisdom, self preservation is a universal law.  At a fundamental level, we all come to understand at an early age that no one will ultimately look out for you the way you look out for yourself.  Upon making this connection, we begin to maneuver through life striving to advance our self interests with this thought ever present in the back of our minds.  What I find to be the object of intense intrigue is our seeming innate predisposition to present defenses of ourselves in situations that don’t necessarily warrant them.  Have you ever found yourself explaining something as trivial as why you like a certain food?  Perhaps you’ve found yourself making an odd purchase at a department store only to begin assuring the person ringing you out, that the item in question is not for you.  I just can’t help but wonder why it is we feel the need to justify ourselves so frequently but fear not, for I certainly have a few ideas.

In many respects, the need to protect ourselves from any given intangible force is born out of fear.  We don’t want to look stupid, weak, desperate, lame, the list goes on and on.  For most of us the default mode of operation  is to always put our best foot forward and keep it front and center come hell or high water.  People are deathly afraid of being embarrassed, ridiculed, or taken advantage of…and so like rabid canines in an alley, we defend.  This tendency is not relegated to any specific people, places, or things.  It’s prone to manifest itself in virtually any given cipher.  Part of the problem is the way that we judge each other.  Generally, we base our perceptions of one another on observable behavior.  The merit of the approach lies in the fact that, this is a rather effective and telling method of gauging what a person is thinking, since actions precipitate from thoughts.  Competition is another variable that is more than worthy of mention.  Throughout the history of humanity, even at the genetic level, the strong have been the survivors.  In order for this proverbial cream to rise to the top, a weeding out process must operate.  As its gears turn, a measure of virtually innate sadism manifests itself, particularly in the powerful among us.  Some people just get a sick thrill out of making other people miserable.  Between the assholes, bullies, crooked cops, robbers, gold-diggers, and haters one can’t help but be at least somewhat guarded while maneuvering through this world.

So why else do we tend to be so edgy around one another?  I’m of the mind that in many instances, it’s because we aren’t comfortable with, or confident in, ourselves.  Think about it, if you’re dissatisfied with you, how can you possibly expect others to be impressed?  It’s not very likely, so you don’t.  This scenario wreaks of vulnerability.  So we mentally lay and wait for someone to insult us or question some aspect of our persona and when they do, we’re ready to strike back.  I think the key to alleviating this condition is learning to accept ourselves  as we are, and others as they are.  Am I suggesting that we applaud mediocrity or accept cruelty in others?  Absolutely not, however, I am stating the sad fact that some people are incorrigible and insatiable.  It’s impossible to please or co-exist in harmony with everybody, so why try?  It’s not worth it.  My advice is that people focus on cultivating self in an honest effort to eliminate bad habits, learn to love learning, and take responsibility for our microcosmic ciphers with the knowledge that they are what we make them.  When we realize that all conditions are impermanent, the true power of change becomes evident, and the desire to engineer it increases.  Change agents stand up!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Peace.

Preme

Peace,

For as long as I can remember, the communicative power of the written word has resonated with me on a visceral level.  As a boy, I penned many an overture directed toward whatever young lady happened to be the apple of my eye in the hope that this form of expression would adequately convey to her the depth of my puppy love.  Prior to the technological advances which gave birth to email, texting, Facebook, and the like, letters held immeasurable value.  People who are north of 30 (like me) will vividly recall the days of pen pals and long distance relationships maintained as much by writing as over-priced phone calls, if not more.  This was a time when nothing lifted the spirits of soldiers, inmates, or exchange students more than a well thought out note from someone special.  As I drove home this evening and began to reminisce about my letter writing days, I was amazed at the things I’ve managed to say, and have said to me, via this medium.  I’ve expressed love, anger, disappointment, curiosity, and a wide range of other sentiments within the space of anywhere from 1-3 handwritten pages.  I think that what made letter writing so ill was the fact that you really had to take your time and choose your words wisely.  Quite a bit can get lost in translation if one isn’t careful, so the ability to express your thoughts clearly was critical.  In my judgement, nothing captures the pure essence of this virtually lost art of communication more than the “love letter” and anyone who’s received one will bear me witness.  Few sensations are more intense than pulling a fresh one out of the mail box and haulin’ ass up to your room to close the door and digest every word.  It just made you feel special to think that someone cared enough to take the time to sit down, ponder how they felt about you, write about it, and send it to you.  Personally, I was a sucker for the joints with the little hint of perfume sprayed on them or the kiss print punctuating the valediction.  Don’t laugh, I know I’m not the only one LOL!

All of the aforementioned nostalgia notwithstanding, it pains me to think of how watered down the written word has become as a form of communication.  It’s value has diminished tremendously based on the fact that it’s so readily available.  We’re all walking around with smartphones containing hundreds of texts, tweets, and emails, the bulk of which don’t have a shred of depth woven into their fabric.  It’s so easy to get a message to someone that we give very little thought to those that we send.  Think about it, we misspell words, abbreviate whenever we can,  and generally make them as direct and to the point as possible.  It’s as if there’s a moratorium on creativity and substance in said realm.  Even more troubling, is the sad commentary this reveals about the state of human communication in general.  Let’s face it, people don’t even know how to talk to each other anymore let alone write to one another.  We rarely say what we really mean, and when we do we blurt the shit out before considering how it will be received.  The lack of sincerity in the world has reached epic proportions, and oftentimes our love for one another isn’t emphatically expressed until something happens to someone we care about.  Enough is enough!

Enter my solution…without further or due I give to you “The Meaningful Message Movement!”  Here’s my vision.  I plan to start an initiative intended to breathe new life into the written word (particularly the letter form) as a vehicle through which we can express love and admiration to one another.  We all have special people in our lives who have touched us in ways that they may not fully be aware of.  This will give us a means by which we can let them know via a tried and true approach.  Now, although I can be as old school as the next guy, I’m also a realist.  I don’t expect people to go back to writing out letters by hand and sending them via snail-mail.  In order to make this more convenient I’m proposing that we embrace our advanced technology and author the letters electronically, while maintaining the traditional letter format (customized to your specifications of course), and send them via email.  The most important aspect of the movement will be focus on and adherence to the mission which is to recognize the people in our lives who mean the most and let them know how we feel about them.  This can be a friend, lover,  family member, a person who may have passed away, it doesn’t really matter.  Here’s how we can take this to the next level.  If you want to go above and beyond simply telling this person directly how you feel about them and you’d prefer to tell not only them but the world, I’d be more than happy to publish your letter as a blog post right here at Mind of the Grind.  All you have to do is email me directly and let me know if you have any specific requests such as adding a picture.  It wouldn’t require you to provide any personal information because the letter would indicate who it’s addressed to and who the sender is.  If you’d rather keep the letter itself private that’s perfectly fine, you can still participate.  Just leave me a comment indicating who you wrote to, why, and how your letter went over.  This way everyone can bask in the joy you experienced from writing, and that the other person experienced from reading.  My only request is that the letter be tasteful if you want me to publish it.  An expletive here or there for effect is fine but please nothing of a pornographic nature as this is not the place for such content.  Depending on where this goes we may be able to create a network of outlets through which the letters can be published and the love we share within  them can reverberate throughout the world.  Before I kick this off I’d like to get some feedback on the idea.  If you have suggestions, thoughts, or a desire to participate, leave me a comment or shoot me an email at svallah@gmail.com.  It is my sincere desire to turn this into a movement which takes on a life of it’s own as it picks up steam and touches as many of the worlds truly wonderful people as we can reach.  I look forward to seeing where it goes.  Love y’all…

Peace.

Preme

Mindfulness and Meditation…

Posted: August 11, 2013 in Uncategorized

Peace,

Approximately wisdom months ago, I began to explore a new means by which I could bring about  a deeper level of refinement in my life.  The practice I undertook in order to actualize this determined idea was meditation.  Although it was something I was vaguely familiar with, I can’t honestly say that I knew much about it.  I recently heard an expert say that sleep is unconscious meditation, and meditation is conscious sleep.  If I were to describe it in my own words, I’d say it’s an exercise through which one can quiet the mind and achieve inner balance.  The most critical element that underpins meditation is mindfulness.  Mindfulness constitutes the degree to which we are mentally rooted in awareness of the present.  When one begins to examine the way that the mind functions, he or she will find that much of its erratic nature is attributable to our fleeting connection with the now.  As we maneuver through each day, our thoughts are diluted, mixed, and tampered with by worry over what the future will bring, and agony over pain we’ve experienced in the past.  This being the case, we really only call upon one third of our available attention as we carry out tasks which deserve a far greater focus.   The resulting travesty is a universal span of attention that is dangerously divided.  Our society ruthlessly preys upon our vulnerability to fear by urging us to obsess over everything from our children’s college funds, to the planning of our own funerals.  How the hell can we possibly enjoy enriched and fulfilling lives if we’re losing sleep about where we’ll be buried and what type of fabric our coffin will be lined with?  If that’s not enough, our subconscious minds, which act as mental DVR’s, constantly feed repeats of the most traumatic experiences of our lives into our conscious stream of thought.  This explains how out of nowhere, you can be overcome with sadness over the death of a loved one that happened years ago, or abuse you suffered as a child and thought you had long since gotten past.  Aside from sleep, intoxication, and distraction it would seem that we have very few options as far as escape routes from the madness.  Meditation is a wonderfully effective tool that we should all add to our arsenals.

Let’s go about debunking a few of the more popular myths surrounding this practice.  First of all, there’s nothing mystical or weird about it.  It simply involves sitting still in a comfortable position with your eyes closed and following your breath.  Although there are numerous approaches which are more nuanced and advanced, that pretty much covers the basics.  Secondly, it’s not religious and you don’t have to be a Buddhist to do it.  Although meditation has long been associated with the practice of different forms of Buddhism, it is not restricted to any one school of thought or worldview.  Anyone from a small child to a senior citizen can reap its many rewards.  One of the most awesome things about introducing meditation into your life is that you can do so in a way that works for you.  There is a wealth of information on the web about it and there are tons of free apps available for both the iphone and android smartphones which include timers, background music, and guided meditations so you customize your practice to your liking.  Additionally, there are meetups held all over the country which you can seek out and participate in if you prefer the kinship of a group experience.  Most major cities have a local meditation hall and if there isn’t one located near you there are some great online communities out there.

So what are the benefits of meditation you ask?  I’ll answer that by speaking of those which I’ve experienced during my “new born” practice.  The first change I’ve noticed in my self is in my temperament.  Although I still get bent out of shape just like everyone else, I don’t hold on to things nearly as long as I used to.  As quickly as that anger-laden current of air makes itself manifest, I acknowledge it, let it go, and watch it dissipate.  I’m also getting better at maintaining deep focus during work, which is imperative, as my job demands it.  If I had to identify the most significant change that meditation has brought about in my life, it would be an increase in overall mindfulness.  I find that I’m now keenly aware of what’s going on at virtually all times because my mind is almost always present.  I do very little drifting off into space and when I do, it’s only for a short spell.  I’ve come to realize the importance of setting aside a few minutes each day to center myself in preparation for whatever I may face in the so-called external world.  When I’m in a calm and peaceful state of mind I find that I’m most effective at whatever activity I’m engaged in.

The Gods and Earths may be wondering if mathematics, mindfulness, and meditation can co-exist in symbiosis.  They most certainly can and do tremendously well, at least within my circumference.  The perils of being true and living necessitate formulaic methods of keeping self firm on a square and living out 120.   Along with the knowledge of self and the duty of the civilized comes a host of trials and tribulations.  It’s not a pleasant sensation to be ridiculed by those who misunderstand your way of life.  It can be tremendously disheartening to know that the majority of destroy powers you attempt to add on with won’t recognize the value of what you desire to offer them, and won’t accept it even in the most light and fluffy of forms.  That being the case,  we need an outlet by which we can reconcile these aspects of our reality and purge ourselves of the baggage that they saddle us with.  I’m of the mind that meditation is that outlet.  I strongly encourage everyone to look into it and give it a try.  You have nothing to lose and tons to gain.

Peace.

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