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From Pelan to Jerusalem…

Posted: March 31, 2011 in Uncategorized

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Peace,

The power degree deals with the interpretive idea of Jerusalem as a place founded in peace, which was first built by the original man. Peace is much more than our universal greeting, or two vertical fingers at the end of an asiatic arm. Depending on how one sees it, said jewel can be manifested in a number of different ciphers and corrresponding ways. The key variable is the place where responsibility for establishing it lies and, according to the degree, it lies with the original man. If we look at the destroy angle of the same square we can draw Pelan up to be the antithesis of Jerusalem. After all, with it being the place where the devil was manufactured it would seem to be a perfect fit right? To some degree I would concur, although there’s an aspect we must keep within mind’s eye view. The same way that Jebus, Salem, and Ariel built that place of peace, Yacub grafted the black germ until it became white and thus, made devil. Regardless of the fact that each event took place in a different geographic setting, the bottom line is all of the above was caused by the son of man.

This shows and proves that the original man hosts both germs within him and is, therefore, prone to project either righteousness or devilishment. The likelihood of which it will be depends largely on the landscape of the cipher in question. The bullshit is much more prevalent in the poor part of the planet. Conversely, the deeper you move into the best part the safer the current of air is. “Well we poor righteous teachers Preme self cipher don’t we belong in the poor part?” Shiiiit, it depends. If that’s your place of peace then sure. But what if it’s not? What if another man’s Jerusalem is your Pelan? The simple answer is to move and leave him to his, while you find yours. There’s no prescribed law that sentences you to a specific place to live. Wherever you can afford to rest at you are free to reside. If you’re wondering whether or not there’s a point to this build which applies to me, there is. I recently moved from an apartment which I had only lived in for understandin’ months. That was all the time it took for me to realize that I needed to travel. When God is surrounded by savages the fact that there will be no peace amongst them becomes painfully obvious. The straw that broke the camel’s back was on the knowledge power day at about the equality hour. I got jumped by a couple of young niggaz strivin’ to rule cipher born me. In a split second, I went from makin’ my way to the kingdom from the justice to fightin a couple of savages half my age in the middle of the street. Was the God on some black belt jones shit? Now cipher, I threw hands but I couldn’t get my shit off against wisdom opponents. I took a few boots to the head, got my face swole up a bit and broke my wrist but it ain’t shit. The swelling went down after a couple of days and my wrist is in a cast.

When I squared up with those niggaz, I looked in their eyes and saw complete detachment. They didn’t see a righteous man mindin’ Allah’s business. They didn’t know I was their uncle. Maybe they thought they could attack me and take my shit without a fight. Emphatically no! They didn’t take anything from me and I shed no blood at their hands.  I see victory in that along with the fact that I didn’t get shot or stabbed. Believe it or not, I see value in the experience. I learned how important it is to be comfortable in the build jewel and the area that surrounds it. The fact is, as much as I would love to rescue every slave of mental death most of them must save self. The percentages bear this out. Mathematics puts food, clothing, & shelter ahead of love, peace, and happiness for a reason. They come in that order to show & prove shelter to be the breeding ground in which those last three jewels can blossom. Since I saw that hell was unalike to me I transitioned to a place that’s right for me.

Peace.
Preme

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Peace,

Mary J. poured her heart out on the above referenced song back in the born ciphers. That album would catapult her to superstardom in the hood as she endeared herself to every wisdom who was ever blasted by the hell which stands steadfastly between love and right. That hell is something none of us is exempt from, myself included. As the queen stated so passionately, “If you look at my life, you see what I’ve seen.” To see what I’ve seen is to walk in my shoes and swim in my wisdom. If I could project some of the sensations that I’ve felt onto you I promise you’d curse me for it rather than thank me for it. I’m in the midst of such an internal aftershock as we speak. I recently lived through my own personal earthquake which shook the shit out of me. The fallout from said disaster will lead to significant change in my circumference.

One of the common themes of my writing is the wisdom dimensional self. One part being the individual and the other, a collective to which the individual belongs. That first dimension is the one that must be preserved in order for a person to be of any use to the group. It is often necessary for us to perform diagnostic testing on ourselves in order to pinpoint things within us or around us which represent threats. These threats can be dangerous to our sanity, physical health, emotional state, or just our overall sense of wellness. To further complicate matters, said elements can manifest themselves in an endless number of ways and forms. Conventional wisdom would advise that the source be immediately snuffed out and erased. If only 240 allowed such simplicity in life. It doesn’t. Within that life equation could be a bond forged by word and deed with a person you love deeply. If that’s the case then it’s not as easy to cut ties, and just walk away with the baggage that you know will be buried there. Sure mathematics is unemotional but we’re not. I don’t give a fuck who you are or how right and exact you consider yourself to be, you feel shit! Bearing witness to this undeniable truth is to accept the fact that mental death is inevitable after you make one of the most difficult decisions you’ve ever banged the gavel on in your life. The process of reconciling said decision is a bitch because the mind continually swings your perspective back and forth between the divine & destroy angles of the square. Maintaining focus on the so-called best part is to swim 9000 miles striving to ultimately arrive in Jerusalem. It’s not easy. Time is said to heal all wounds and as I draw that up, I think that it’s ability to do so lies in the role it plays in keeping life’s tape rolling. This pertual dramatization in which we star won’t stop if we yell “cut.” The show just goes on. Based on our subconscious grasp of this concept, the period that we spend wallowing in self pity gradually subsides as we realize that holding out for an alternate outcome is a search for that which does not exist, and therefore translates to lost time. Becoming living mathematics is not about transforming into some heartless robot that’s desensitized to emotional currents of air. It’s about navigating and withstanding them based on a determined idea to emerge having elevated. Love will always involve loss because of the investment you make in it. Does that make it not worthwhile? Emphatically now cipher! That makes it more worthwhile because when you give all you have and all within your power justice will be served. The same way that you are penalized you are rewarded. The journey is about the lessons that you learn and the practice you get being just and true. Just because you bow out of a cipher the love doesn’t have to leave with you. It’s only right to leave some behind, especially when it’s needed.

Peace.
Preme

Peace,

“Sword of Omens, give me sight beyond sight!”
-Lion-O of the Thundercats (sometime back in the build ciphers)

All my old school cartoon niggaz recognize this sample of wisdom from the leader of the Thundercats. Lion-O would manifest this command to his emblem of justice whenever he wanted to see something that his naked eye could not detect and the Eye of Thundera would show and prove on cue. The science of sight beyond sight refers to the ability to perceive the depths of reality which can only be seen with the mind’s eye. The ability to draw up the revelations therein is critical to success in the undertaking of life as an original man in the wilderness of North America. Many original men fall victim because they become blind to the truth set forth in the understanding degree in the 1-36. The fallout from “my uncle was brought over here by a trader 379 years ago” is palpable on the zag and will be for the foreseeable zig, and beyond. Why you ask? Here’s why, the original man is other than his own self in this day and time. A steady diet of the wrong mental foods has relegated him to a shell of his true self, so much so, that the 85% never embark on the introspective journey toward the answer to “what is his own self?” If the question is never posed, the answer more than likely won’t come to light. Face value is the shield for the dirty religion of the world. As long as the masses keep eating from the same cognitive plate and the 10% is cookin,’ they will remain slaves of a mental death and power who are blind to themselves. The primary way in which the devil keeps our people illiterate is by inducing amnesia relative to slavery. Now that there are affluent blacks who have been so indoctrinated by the devil that they talk like him, walk like him, and act like him, there are many black people who actually live as if chattel slavery never happened, and like they aren’t in the midst of a more advanced version of it as I type.

"Da God holdin' the Sword of Omens!"

“They were made deaf, dumb, and blind when they were babies.” This wisdom culture degree shows and proves that there are multiple generations of blacks who feel so far removed from slavery that they don’t think there are any pathological ills from which we suffer, that truly trace back to us being brought over here. This makes us dangerously vulnerable because once we fully embrace the notion of potential equality with colored people they have us right where they want us. Trust me, if it hasn’t happened after all this time, it’s more than likely something that won’t come about any time soon. That understanding degree is supposed to be a constant reminder to us of what they did understanding god born years ago, and what they do now in real time. It sets the stage for the placement of the sword on the upper part of the flag so that he can always see it. If he thinks his head might be taken he won’t fuck with us as quickly. There’s very little genuine sincerity among colored people as it pertains to black people. The politically correct version is simply a function of social grace which is easy to practice in controlled settings such as the workplace. It’s a wonderful repellent for discrimination lawsuits but it doesn’t translate to life beyond quittin’ time. Ask yourself this, if you can go to the justice and laugh, joke, and work with them harmoniously only to go to the rest drink a beer and talk about how you can hardly stand them don’t you think they do the same thing? Of course they do. If nothing else shows and proves it to you look at Obama’s trials and tribulations. They act like this nigga is the anti-christ just because he’s strivin’ to advocate civilization and elevation via renewable energy, high speed rail, and graceful foreign relations. I don’t think a lot of white people would really have a problem with such initiatives if they drew them up minus the effects of constant bombardment with right wing rhetoric which demonizes the God based on his asiatic roots. Regardless, all they see is the face of a nigga up there at that podium during every press conference and state of the union address. A little sight beyond sight would go far in leading them to acceptance of the fact that even though God made devil, devil made hell.

Peace.
Preme

Epiphany

Posted: March 2, 2011 in Uncategorized

Peace,

I came to an interesting conclusion this morning. The thought that I drew up is not new, it’s just that it has never radiated in my third the way it did today. I realized that I put forth an enormous amount of energy at the justice. All day long, people, most of whom are white, call me and dump their problems on me. My only recourse, is to solve them or bust my ass tryin’ because my checks don’t bounce and I can’t pay my rent off this born love cipher god shit. That’s what the justice cipher born is all about, an unfair trade of money for services. They make absolutely sure you give all you have and all within’ your power to serve, and if you don’t they whack you quicker than an italian hitman. As I pondered this reality, it occured to me that I don’t always go at my own problems with the same fervor. I realize that sounds fucked up, but this aspect of dirty religion is one that I refuse to shield. The truth is what it is. Work often drains me so intensely that I don’t feel up to dealing with certain personal business when I get off. I find that on a lot of days, I work through my lunch break out of necessity. Don’t get me wrong, I eat, and I’m far from a workaholic. I’m simply saying that my justice gets a solid bang for it’s bucks.

Today I fully realized that I’m not dealing in equality with my self. I need to be strivin’ just as hard, if not harder, when I handle personal situations, to achieve my desired result. When your justice cipher born is not one that you’re passionate about or getting fulfillment from, it’s only worthy of a certain measure of your effort. This is shown and proven in situations where you go the extra mile to get something done and wind up stuck in the menutia of departmental politics. All that “the customer comes first” shit is easy to advocate when you’re not the one doin’ the dirty work. It always comes down to finger pointing and blame dodging when the shit hits the fan, but within the structure of the system, people get over however they can. I’m no exception. If I see a legitimate systematic weakness that will make my load lighter upon exploitation I activate it. I’ve noticed that such “holes in the defense” are highly prevalent in devil’s civilization based on their preoccupation with the pursuit of happiness. Even when justice penalizes them for such an oversight they’ll generally only address it if it doesn’t benefit them or it costs them money. Sometimes, even under said circumstance, if their reward exeeds the penalty they ‘ll live with it. That’s how a savage operates. Myself, my queen, and the people within my circumference deserve all I have and all within my power, not the devil and his workplace. Little does he know it but the God sees the filthy nature of his affairs just by sharing professional equality with him. “Regular” people get treated any old kinda way, unless they threaten to escalate their issues. So-called VIP’s get the platinum treatment. They get away with shit that the commoner can’t. If the orignal man wants equality when dealing with the devil he has to force the issue. By force I don’t mean violence as much as steadfast follow through when advancing his position. He must show and prove that the things which are most important to him don’t take a backseat to the devil’s perceived entitlement. When they need personal time off for shit they demand it. Why shouldn’t we? I’m really strivin to balance this shit out. At least I don’t bring work home with me. Once I leave at the culture hour they can kiss my ass!

Peace.
Preme