Archive for July, 2012

Peace,

I don’t subscribe to the idea that anything in life “just happens.”  There are, typically, either premises which clearly lead to a logical conclusion, or there are universal laws that explain instances which appear to be purely random.  People often mistakenly equate chance to raw randomness which, in my judgement, is not right and exact.  It boils down to the contextual understanding of chance relative to the probability that something will or will not happen.  Essentially, chance is the portal through which positive or negative likelihood is made manifest.  It’s basically an opportunity.  Build or Destroy in Supreme Mathematics encapsulates this concept.  Life’s directional swinging pendulum shows and proves that these principles are one with the fabric of existence.  As such, what I’m really getting at is our connectivity to the probability that something good or bad will happen to, or for us, relative to the way we mentally process thoughts about outcomes.  Whenever we look forward to something, that peer into the future has a thematic pattern of thought attached to it.  That thought pattern is the foundation upon which the subsequent actions we take come to be, because it guides them.  This of course is not as cut and dry as I’m making it sound because unknowns can introduce variables that may disrupt the thought or action patterns, thereby altering the way a given situation turns out.  Regardless, all things held marginally constant, this framework is solid in terms of a way to set oneself up for favorable results in a given undertaking.

A self-fulfilling prophecy is a prediction that comes to fruition when the prophecy itself breeds actions so likely to make it come true, that it does.  It’s basically a self imposed setup.  The setup can either lead to triumph or failure depending upon it’s current.  Remember, the current dictates the direction so build takes it one way, while destroy takes it another way.  This is one of the critical aspects of how the mind works.  Consider the following examples.  In 1987 the Los Angeles Lakers won the NBA title.  Then coach, Pat Riley, took the podium at the celebration parade and boldly guaranteed that the next year, they would repeat.  In layman’s terms, this took balls!  However, aside from the testicular fortitude it took, there was a genius and keen foresight involved.  Riley was, by this time, extremely aware of his teams abilities and mental make-up.  The prediction was a subliminal message through which he was telling them, “We’re the best, I know it and you know it, so let’s act accordingly…”  A member of that team, guard Byron Scott, substantiates this in the following quote, “Guaranteeing a championship was the best thing Pat ever did.  It set the stage in our minds. Work harder, be better. That’s the only way we could repeat.”    Do the knowledge to his wisdom.  He said the guarantee set the stage meaning it charted the course.  All they had to do was follow the course, and as long as nothing catastrophically unforeseen happened, they would reach their destination.  In 1988 they did in fact repeat…mission accomplished.

On the opposite end of the spectrum, there’s Matt Hasselback, former quarterback of the Seattle Seahawks.  On January 4, 2004, the Seahawks played the Green Bay Packers in a wild-card playoff game.  The contest was tied at the end of regulation and went to overtime.  After Seattle won the coin-toss, upon being asked whether they wanted to receive or kick the ball, Hasselbeck declared, “We want the ball and we’re gonna score.”  They got the ball, but the drive ended when he threw an interception which was returned 52 yards for a touchdown…game, set, match.  Now the problem wasn’t the prediction in this scenario, it was the action taken in an attempt to make it manifest.  Hasselbeck made a critical error in calculation prior to releasing the pass.  Once he threw it, there was no taking it back.  All he could do is helplessly watch the outcome play itself out, which it did, but not in his favor.  The jewel in the comparison of these two examples is the recognition of the fact that the action taken based on a prediction is what determines whether or not it comes to pass.  The sound thought has to continue concurrent to the action is order to guide it in the right direction.  There also has to be a perpetual sense of awareness that things may not go according to plans.  Thus, the need to be swift and changeable enough to make adjustments on the fly is real.  Harsh conditions are not grounds for excuse making in order to explain failure.  Own your identity as the “self” in the self-fulfilling prophecy.  Give all you have and all within your power to see the day when it’s fulfilled, and continue to be positively prophetic in your life.  That’s how history is written.

Peace.

Preme

Peace,

Polarity pervades every aspect of life.  As time presses forward, it’s human nature to periodically take a step back and take inventory of the advances we’ve made, by comparing where we are versus where we’ve been.  This is especially the case relative to collective thought surrounding a given idea.  However, concurrent to every progression is an opposite regression.  As we take a step forward in one area, we invariably take one step back in another.  One idiotic notion that is indicative of our mental moonwalk in the regressive direction is the idea of not snitching.  It’s not rocket science.  This is the archaic concept of keeping what you see and hear to yourself, particularly when it’s something that’s against the law.  It’s proponents champion said cause out of disdain for the police, and belief that justice should be exacted independent of any formal law enforcement entity.  This is the typical street level practice of the philosophy and as foolish as it sounds, it’s actually a staple principle in the proverbial “hood code of ethics.” A common misconception is that this principle is only practiced at a street level.  Nothing could be further from the truth and the news wire is abuzz with a story that emphatically shows and proves this.  The story of which I speak is the Penn State University Child Molestation Scandal.  Before I dive into my analysis of said story and it’s ever expanding fallout, let me delve a bit deeper into this utterly nonsensical “snitching” concept.

The term snitch is enveloped by a sardonic overtone when it rolls off the tongue.  This is by design and the intention is to make it sound as undesirable as possible so that one will avoid having said title attached to them at virtually all costs.  Over the course of my life, I’ve never been the whistle blower type.  When it comes to low level transgressions that people commit in basic social settings, I pretty much let shit slide and allow the truth to make it’s own way to the light.  The reason being that social interaction is so wrought with…oh…I don’t know…things like jealousy, envy, and the crab in a barrel syndrome, that if every such act or “secret” was revealed we literally would do nothing but fight and kill each other.  So, in order to improve conditions for the greater good, I pick my battles.  I don’t go telling a nigga’z wife that he fucked around on her.  I don’t tell my boss every time a person on my team makes a mistake or intentionally overlooks a step in one of our processes.  These are the sorts of offenses that I allow the universe to address via the justice built into it.  However, when you raise the stakes and start talking about serious acts such as murder and sexual deviance, that’s a completely different ballgame.  Let me make something abundantly clear.  When a person commits a serious crime, the crime is reported, and the muthafucka goes to jail, they weren’t a victim of “hating.” The fact is, they are getting locked up for the crime that they committed, (crime=jail) is the equation, not (criminal + reported crime=criminal got hated on and the snitch should be killed).  Although this would seem to be self-evident, to a good number of people it’s not.  A lot of people actually believe that cooperating with the authorities is worse than a criminal being brought to justice.  Here’s why that’s so appalling, especially when it comes to black people.  The main reason why hoods in every major american city are so dangerous is because thugs can sell dope, kill niggaz, and generally terrorize the community without worrying about being prosecuted because everyone is scared shitless of them.  Don’t get me wrong, the fear is absolutely warranted because some of these people will murder you in order to silence you.  That being said, as long as nobody ever says anything the havoc these degenerates wreak worsens.  And  thus you end up with generations of young maniacs such as those we see runnin’ the streets nowadays.  When there’s no fear of consequences there’s no hesitation…to do WHATEVER!!!!  Essentially, innocent people who are victimized by these thugs are creating an umbrella which limits the degree to which they can get wet by justice.  Newsflash, there are ways that the authorities can be discreetly notified of a crime without revealing your identity.  I’m simply saying that if nobody ever says anything then we might as well throw in the towel and accept the fact that our people will never elevate beyond our current condition.  Call it morbid if you want, but the wisdom of the cipher is the truth on the square.  I’m not gonna blow smoke up your ass.  If you wanna wash your hands of it and recite that patented 85% phrase that I despise, “it is what it is” then fine, take that.

On to the matter at hand.  After perusing some of the Freeh Report which revealed details relative to the events that led to Jerry Sandusky’s arrest and conviction on sexual molestation charges, it’s evident that the Penn State brass handled the situation in a way that would make Camr’on very proud.  Over the course of about thirteen years, the President of the university- Graham Spanier, the SVP of Finance-Gary Schultz, Athletic Director-Tim Curley, and head football coach Joe Paterno, all conspired to cover up Sandusky’s offenses in and effort to avoid the negative publicity that the school may potentially face.  To make matters worse, they were fully aware of the fact that he was committing these acts under the auspice of his position at the university, yet they still gave him emeritus status which included access to university facilities.  This made it even easier for him to commit the crimes in question.   Now, if he had been properly reported to the authorities when these gentlemen initially caught wind of his actions back in 1998 then everyone wins out.  Although the situation would have been difficult to navigate the school would have come out relatively unscathed because the bulk of the responsibility would have fallen on the perpetrator.  By taking matters into their own hands, and making cavalier judgement of the of the matter’s severity they made it worse and left the entire university vulnerable to this predator.  The reality that young boys were taken advantage of by this man is sickening to say the least.   But the idea that he was thought of so highly by the universities’ senior leadership that they felt it worthwhile to protect him instead of those children is even more chilling.

Why you ask?  Because it brings us right back to the “snitching concept.”  It’s a sad commentary on the state of ethics in this country when personal relationships trump accountability.  These muthafuckas weren’t mob bosses, they were leaders of an institution of higher learning!  How disturbing the irony is that they wound up being so stupid, negligent, apathetic.  Their primary concern wasn’t the welfare of the children Sandusky was luring onto the campus, it was the preservation of their precious reputations.  A title or personal relationship doesn’t make a person exempt from the same system of justice that the rest of us live under.  This is not to say that said system isn’t flawed, but we have to work with what we have.  Whether my brother or some random nigga I know is raping little boys, the ac is just as despicable, there’s no difference.  The same way that random nigga should be punished, my brother should be punished, period.  It’s not about whether I love him or not, or whether I could live with the thought of having put him in jail by reporting it.  It’s more about the thought of living with the knowledge that he did the shit and I knew, yet said nothing.  Because again, if the hypothetical situation were real and my brother did such a thing and I reported it, he wouldn’t be going to jail because I told, he would be going because he committed a crime that warranted incarceration.  People need to wake the fuck up and stop making excuses for every goddamn thing.  Niggaz kill me with that shit! At the end of the day when you withhold that information you’re saying that you don’t give a fuck about the victim and you don’t think the killer should face up to his actions.  Based on the relationship you have with the person, they should get a pass.  To hell with what’s right, that’s my brother…SMDH…  What a diseased bunch of slaves of a mental death and power some of us are.  Look, if there’s anyone dialed in to the trials and tribulations black people face in America it’s me.  Remember, I’m 5%.  Regardless, when you strip away all of the potential mitigating circumstances and what ifs surrounding a given situation, it will usually boil down to doing the right thing versus doing the wrong thing.  And keeping secrets for dope dealers, murderers,and sex offenders is the wrong fuckin’ thing to do.

Peace

Preme

I-God is Stillmattic…

Posted: July 2, 2012 in Uncategorized

Peace,

It’s officially been culture years since I knowledged 120.  Usually, I would commemorate that date of  May 25, 2008 with a blog post but this year I decided otherwise.  There was no need because that day is celebrated every time I rise to my feet in the morning to live it out.  When I first got math, my ole Earth was quick to ask me questions about it knowing that she was more than likely walking into a spirited debate.  Eventually, I found out she would periodically do this intentionally,  just to see how serious I was about the culture, and to confirm whether or not it was really a way of life or a passing phase.  Needless to say, she got  her answer.  Life as a 5%er has a unique sensation to it, particularly from the God perspective.  The Gods have a lot of elements within them that they wrestle with as they live mathematics.  Some of these elements represent things we just have to get over, or at least learn how to effectively reconcile.  Upon first receiving knowledge of self in this form you have this burning desire to build and teach every person you encounter.  You’re so full of fire based on your knowledge that the black man is God you want to scream it from the mountaintops.  However,  after a little time passes, a funny thing happens.  You get a reality check.  You come face to face with the actual fact that the 5, 10, and 85 percentages don’t change.  You learn that regardless of how badly you want to teach, the majority of people you encounter don’t want to learn, and if they do, it’s not 120 that they want.  In other words, you begin to acquire understanding which rounds out your knowledge and wisdom.  We develop this tendency toward cynicism relative to people’s curiosity about our culture, not because we take issue with it when genuine, but rather because it so often is not.  We may not be religious but we don’t want our way of life and thought bastardized anymore than a religious person would.  In many ways, this attitude of which I speak is somewhat of a defense mechanism that we’ve developed in order to preserve the sanctity of what we hold dear.

One of the things I love about this math the most is it’s endurance.  The degrees, to me, are like pillars, each of which is firmly planted on a square of truth in it’s own right.  Each lesson is as resonant now, as it was when the Father manifested it to the first nine born.  Don’t get it twisted, just because I’m not that God at every nation event grillin’ newborns about degrees doesn’t mean that my oneness with all that makes our culture so fly has waned a single iota.  Emphatically now cipher!  I love to see our Earths in their beautiful head-wraps and the colorful refinement of their 3/4ths.  I can’t help but feel proud every time I find out another God or Earth has made it to Pluto form “who is the original man?”  I crack a slight smile when I listen to some old school hip-hop and catch a nation reference that I was never aware was buried there within the verse.  Hell, I even get a kick out of hearin’ rumors that some famous nigga got knowledge…LOL!  At the end of the day, what I’m sayin’ is we ain’t goin’ nowhere.  Regardless of whom or what the Gods and Earths will continue to show and prove.  I can hardly believe it when I look at some of the stats for this blog and see people in different continents readin’ these joints.  It shows and proves God of the universe and gives me a jolt of energy with which I can continue pouring you all tall glasses of my wisdom.  It makes me wanna continue studyin’ and teachin’ the science of everything in life, so that I can remain relevant and keep this content stimulating to you.  I’m beginning to detect more of a sense of intrigue across the board relative to who we are and what we deal with.  The light is truly traveling at 186,000 miles/second.  I dig it because that means people want to know.  That desire to know is the spark that original people need to thrust them toward the wondrous world of elevation that this and many other cultural paradigms have to offer.  We’re not asiatic salespeople so my purpose is never to recruit people to join the Nation of Gods and Earths.  I simply endeavor to offer you insight relative to the view from within and the science of the self-styled wisdom through which I apply it to my circumference.  So keep reachin’ out to me, keep readin’, and keep seeking whatever form of light you feel may awaken you to your place of clarity.  For my part, I’ll never push you away or withhold any of what I have to give from you (within reason of course).  To do so would defeat my purpose.  That purpose is simply to be available, and I am.  Furthermore, it’s to make mathematics available to you, because it is.  Ain’t nothin’ changed it’s stillmatic…

Peace.

Preme