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Calculation Methodology…

Posted: April 29, 2012 in Uncategorized


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”




The Born Jewel

Posted: April 16, 2012 in Uncategorized



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.





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.