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Esoteric Programming Language:ESOLANG

2012-02-01T11:23:00.000-05:00

Among computer hackers and artist, Esoteric Programming languages are utilized in aspects of unconventional computer operations and programming. God is a Scientist as well as an Artist and just as lines of computer code contain commands to be carried out by computers, lines within the parameters of a leaf, or in the palm of your hand too-represent intelligible code and/or language. Let me be clear and definitive: THE ‘BLACK MIND’ IS NO DIFFERENT THAN THE MYSTERY GOD! “Where did that come from Em?”

The Mystery God that Christians and Muslims pray to is no different than the so-called ‘Universal Black Mind’ referenced by Gods. “Emblem how you get from computer code to lines on a leaf to a Mystery God?” Much like concepts relating to ‘God’, computer codes vary in style yet perform similar functions. Example: ANSI/ISO; SQL; Pearl 5; LOGO; Janus; SNOBOL; Lisp; GOST-27974-88(Russian based); ALGOL; Madula-2 and the list goes on just as the myriad of expressions for any references to God-Black Mind, Jehovah, Allah, Jesus etc.. Basic programming language consists of two basic components, ‘Syntax’ and ‘Semantics’ and ironically religion operates in the same manner. Syntax is 'form' and ‘Semantics’ is ‘meaning’. Admittedly it took me some time to realize that there is no 'essential' difference in human expressions relating to ‘God’, merely miniscule distinctions of syntax and small minded quibbles of semantics that result from an individual’s upbringing, environment, and personality disposition.

Every computer code has an ‘Author’, Don Woods in 1972 wrote the first esoteric computer code entitled ‘INTERCAL’, it was generally designed to be unlike any other known computer language. Authors of computer codes seek to write and design unique and Original Codes, similarly most religious codes proclaim to be a cut above the rest in terms of ‘Truth’. The ‘Truth’ of a Jehovah Witness is no different than the ‘Truth’ of a ‘Hindu’ each has what I’ve defined as an ‘Exclusionary Truth’ in the religious code. An ‘Exclusionary truth’ is the ‘ESOLANG’ of a said group. Ex: ‘Y Equal Self’, Now cipher’, ‘Peace’, ‘Indeed’, As-Salaam Alaikum Wa Rahmattulah’, Shalom, ‘Praise God; ‘Humdulilah’, such ‘ESOLANG’ reinforces the integrity of the programming. The difference is only in the prescribed parameters set forth in the actual wording of the ‘code’.

Ex: “‘A’ is for ‘Air’!”

“Now cipher God ‘A’ is for ‘Allah’

“B’ is for ‘Breathe”

“Now Cipher God ‘B’ is for ‘Be’ or ‘Born’”!

“C is for ‘Confidence’”

“Now Cipher God ‘C’ is for ‘See’/Cee’

Do you see where I’m getting at? The ESOLANG in the above dialogue is incompatible, and ‘Exclusionary Truths’ are implied by distinctions in the syntax and the semantics. If the two codes were to debate the various recursive terms in dialogue would go something like this:

“Allah came to ‘Be’ in order to ‘Cee/see!”

“I ‘Breathe an ‘Air’ of ‘Confidence’!

The notable difference is only in the usage of the individual components of the programming language ‘A,B,C’. The ‘Exclusionary Truth’ is purely relative to the perspective of the user of a given program/religion. Difference is in the terminology not the essence. Words like ‘Kafir’ (non-believer) have the same implications as ‘the 85%’ or ‘the 10% percent’. The ‘Black Man is God’/ ‘Black Mind’ is in synch and correlates to the sixth or seventh word in ‘Baqara’ which is ‘Mutaqueen’ or ‘the God Conscious’. Language and code establishes the thinking that we are all different. Geographic regions, cultures and such too, establish difference but it is ‘language’ with the social practices of miscummunication that creates incompatibility, and cultural/religious incoherence. Exclusionary tactics are designed to protect a groups exclusionary truths, and to validate behaviors via rules and regulations.

‘Decoding’ is a branch of ‘Information Theory’, it is the process in which a receiver ‘translates’ signals into messages. By analogy, stimuli may be treated as signals which the receiver ‘encodes’. All religious adherents must learn the basic codes of their religion or program. If you don’t know the general terms or ‘ESOLANG’ your banishment from the group is just a matter of time.

A computer program must be ‘Turing Complete’. Turing Completion states that a specific system of data manipulation rules: ‘instruction sets’, ‘programming language’, ‘Cellular Automation’ is computationally complete if and only if it can stimulate any ‘Turing Machine’ (Another Computer/person). Why do Jehovah Witnesses go door to door? Why do Gods and Earths feel a need to teach civilization to the uncivilized? Why do Christians feel the need to save the souls of sinners via evangelical crusades? Why do Muslims feel that Islam should be spread from one end of the earth to the other? Because when you decode computer ‘ESOLANG’ into human ‘ESOLANG’ you see a political tongue emerge. ‘Instructions Sets’=rules and regulations, ‘Cellular Automation’=Behavior modification! The ultimate desire of any Groups politics is to become ‘Computationally Universal’, meaning that its exclusionary truths eventually engulf all who can adequately comprehend them and adequate comprehension demands unquestioning allegiance. “Have you taken your Shahadda yet Ahki?”; “Yo God have you finished your one twenty yet? Have you been saved by the blood of the lamb yet? Have you been baptized as a Jehovah’s Witness yet?” Each question embodies the nature of a groups exclusionary truth, and is rich with its own set of exclusionary tactics that are defensive, protecting the walls that it has built to discount all other brands of religion: Coke, Pepsi, McDonald’s , Burger King, Republican, Democrat, same shit different flag.

Interestingly enough you only understand difference when you study another language, another culture, another religion and so forth. Exclusionary truths, and tactics function to keep views narrow or in Marketing terms: consumer loyalty. It is the broadening of an individual or a collective mind-set that allows for a deeper understanding. In order to learn something completely foreign, either culture, religion or a new science one must have the ability to compartmentalize general concepts because ‘Exclusionary Truths’ have a tendency to not only get lost in ‘Translation’ but deliberately hide in ‘Translation’-in syntax and semantics. And thus the inability of A and B to communicate and relate become forever impeded. People who have the ability to broaden their perspectives are ‘Ear Hustluz’, meaning they listen. Ear Hustluz generally have a very studious nature, meaning he or she may bust out and start speaking Mandarin at a Chinese restaurant. The talents of an Ear Hustla run deep.

"I ain’t no the nigga could read, write and speak Chinese?"

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Gaborney Sidibe vs. Kim Kardashian: Psychological Implications Of Pelonic Mind Fuckery

2012-01-30T22:25:00.000-05:00

Nothing is wrong if your Earth is heavy-set (250+pounds), big boned, darkskinned with a broad nose, thick lips and course hair. The Equality degree asks, “What is the Total Weight of our Planet?” Ans. “6 Sextillion tons, a unit followed by 21 ciphers.” The psychological values that society has placed on each one of those twenty one ciphers has changed the internal compass of those who have been subjected and subjugated to the values of American culture-a culture built on the cornerstone values of Eurocentric standards of beauty. If you put a black male superstar athlete in a room with Kim Kardashian and a heavyset Earth who’s righteous attribute is ‘Total Weight’ I’m more than willing to bet that the superstar athlete would gravitate toward Kim Kardashian as opposed to the refined and civilized dark-skinned Queen, ‘Total Weight’. In previous writings I have made it clear that I don’t think the ‘Pelonic’ process was as cut and dry as Elijah’s answer in the 28th question in Lost Found Muslim lesson number 2 purports it to have been. It is my view that Wallace Fard, founder of Windows 1934 chose the symbolism of a ‘Pelonic’, or ‘Patmosian’ island setting to surgically cut through the face value layers cast by European History with a simplistic, easy to understand short story that explains the nature of how ‘White Supremacy’ works in society, and more importantly in the psyche of a black person.

And so thus all ‘Pelonic’/‘Patmosian’ motifs of ‘Black Babies’;‘Brown Babies’; ‘Doctors’; ‘Ministers’; ‘Nurses’; ‘Angel Babies; ‘A Great Man’; ‘A Home in Heaven’; ‘Cremators’; and the ‘Wild Beast’ unite to facilitate a comprehensive understanding of the nature and generalized origins of ‘White supremacy’ in a theatre of symbolism. The iconic motifs can be manipulated internally in the mind and used to counteract affects and remove the symbolic nurse’s pins of ‘White Supremacy’ from the psyche of Original people, meaning the symbolic motifs provide an array of psychological tools that can be used as armies utilize their arsenals. The Nurse’s Law was to kill all the black babies at birth by sticking a pin in its head or feed it to some Wild Beast, meaning White Supremacy impairs original people. The Nurse acts as a deteriorating function in the psyche of an Original person-it is not a real flesh and blood Nurse, but instead anything or anyone that facilitates the weakening of the ‘Self Esteem’ or ‘Self Image’ of a person-we all have ‘Nurse’s qualities to some extent. The Nurse by nature conveys the disease of White Supremacy and is injurious to the pro-Original psyche. ‘Pelonic’ rules and regulations established what is known in psychology as ‘classical conditioning’; Pavlovian conditioning is considered ‘class 1’ conditioning which is neutral or indifferent stimulus that is repeatedly paired with a reinforcing reward, stimulating salivation based on sight and sound. Pavlov’s dogs were conditioned to respond to the sound of a bell. According to Pelonic initiatives the primary objective was that the color ‘white’ be deliberately designed to take and hold a definitive place of superiority in the psyche of this symbolic population, and eventually this sentiment is unleashed into future global populations. Though Fard filled in some blanks with what I believe to be a bit of fiction he captured with excellent storytelling and an assumed creative license the general theme of the genetic reality that produced the Caucasian race, proving biologically that they originate from the recessive DNA of Black people. The Pelonic process in scientific and genetic terms effectively establishes a conveyance of a substantive scientific truth making available to an adherent of the theology a synopsis of a generational political process that unseated Original People from political power. Patmosian or Pelonic theology doesn’t have to be actual in terms of linear events as a parable doesn’t have to be literal to convey the gist or the moral of the story.

Expanding our horizons we can say that the Pelonic process covered an entire region from the Middle East; to the Mediteranean; to what we know as North Africa and extended into the European continent using total populations that went way beyond 60,000 or the geographically limited area of Patmos. An entire region adapted a political conditioning of ‘White Supremacy’ peppered with racially based ideas, pinning into the psyche of Original people who populated this region a sense of 'White Supremacy'.. Psychological markers of classism based on skin-tone and complexion obviously had to be prevalent. Populations have always established collective values concerning ‘Political correctness’, and the inhabitants of these regions to be accepted began to lean toward the political correctness of ‘the Lighter’, ‘the Whiter’, ’the Better’-in short: Whiteness of skin became the generally accepted ideal of ‘political correctness’ or if ‘You’re White-you’re alright. White people unconsciously bring this swag of innate dominance where ever they go in the world-a swag connected to their globally based minority status. Minority behaviors take on inherently based survival patterns. Ultimately Original people were unseated by this new notion of what was or wasn’t politically correct and thus ‘Original People’ were made politically subordinate to Whites. White rule is based on Original people being ‘psyched-out’ and/or ‘mind fucked’. In Pelonic or Patmosian theology this is ‘trick-knowledge’ an-out-right political ‘spin’, a trick-a psychological trick that holds a grip on black minds to this day.

So when the superstar black athlete has to choose between the heavy-set Earth, ‘Total Weight’ and ‘Kim Kardashian’ the racially based political Pelonic conditioning kicks-in from deep in his DNA’s history, kicking-in with a bang. Conditioning is based on the ‘reinforcement’ of an elicit response via the stimulus. Indeed ‘They’(The Media) continue daily to teach the 85 percent that all they see and hear….: our minds are controlled by what our eyes, ears and tactile senses behold. What Original People now behold globally is predetermined by advocates and perpetuators of ‘White Supremacy’ in order to elicit a controlled behavioral response and reaction predicted on the basis of timeless historical results of the efficacy and effectiveness of the psychological programing of White Supremacy. The superstar athlete is not going to look twice at the refined and civilized Earth ‘Total Weight’, instead he’ll break his neck to get at Kim Kardashian. We must ask ourselves how deep does this Patmosian Pin of White Supremacy go? Ans: Really, really, really deep! The media indoctrinates our black babies, it establishes the basis of self image or the idealized self and even how we picture ourselves in terms of value relative to the world at large. ‘They’ (the media) continue daily to paint black babies in an alienated corner-a corner containing the deteriorating impact and influences of ‘White Supremacy’–a corner of consequences. If a Black man only sees himself dunking a ball, running a ball, or hitting a ball then his entire self concept will be based on how hard he ‘balls’, and when ‘Balling’ also defines illegal economic pursuits then he’ll have been completely ‘balled’ up into a fetal position in a prison house or worse: a penalty of death enforced upon all those not adhering to ‘Pelonic’ or ’Patmosian rules and regulations’. ‘They’- the Media shape us, make us, and break us and ‘they’ continue daily to define beauty for us, teaching us (original people) how we should feel about ourselves relative to whites.

The superstar baller has been taught what a superstar’s wife should look like, how her hair should be, how her facial features should be, and he has an idea of what he wants his children to look like. Again, the Pelonic political process possesses a powerful and continuous momentum in terms of a violent psychological onslaught. If knowledge wisdom cipher was a chess board then the 13th degree in the one to forty would be represented by one of the four central squares at the center of the board: e4, e5,d4 and d5, simply because it reinforces the rock solidness of the historical and psychological nature of this Pelonic/Patmosian political process. The media does not teach that the wife of a Superstar Black Athlete should look like the heavy-set Earth,‘Total Weight’. ‘The Nurse’ is a facilitating symbol employed by the European power structure to project to Original people what we should desire to look like. Her (nurse) job description is to maintain a standard of care and a provision of support for white patients by sticking a pin in the heads of black patients-kill all the black babies, save the brown babies. She is an agent of the machine, pushing and promoting the integrity of the process, adhering to Pelonic rules and regulations to the letter: Black=bad and White=good! She tells the black baby’s mother a lie, that her baby was an ‘Angel Baby, justifying the death of the black baby(darker), covering up and disposing of crime scene evidence, creating an elusive sense of hope of life after death by suggesting that one day when the mother dies that the murdered black baby will build for her a home in heaven. The Nurse modifies the perception of death which is fundamentally unknown, advocating an uncertainty. Yacob’s rules and regulations represent core points of reference for what we know today to be the fundamental nature of all religion-religion being the early nature of the governing process of large groups of human beings in a dense demographic. The range of this symbolic nurse’s action and the repercussions of her actions points to the depth and extent of the pin placed in the collective heads of original people. Fard’s idea of the Nurse was used to convey an underlying function of the political process of White Supremacy, and of how they effectively govern any given population.

Upon the murder of the black baby the black mother now hangs her hope on another life beyond the Earth, resting her hopes on a luxurious home in another dimension, negating her own life and self-worth in the present, and unconsciously plunges her own self esteem into an enescapable sea of mediocrity with an impotent leap of faith for a hopeful home in heaven as a flimsy life raff. “My Baby Ugly!!!!” is her conclusion, “My Baby Not Lightskinned” is her conclusion. “My Baby Don’t Got Good Hair! And I must be ugly too.” Is her conclusion. If this is her mindset then the black mother’s psyche is integrally fused with the function of the Pelonic nurse, and the disqualifying duties of the doctor come into play. Pelonic psychology forms an implicit behavior in the black baby’s mother, wrapping the Doctor, Minister, Nurse and Cremator in one singular being, who unwittingly contains all ‘Pelonic’ and ‘Patmosian’ characterizations. She is infected by the Nurse’s ‘Pin’ of psychological inferiorization, and a pervasive Pyschological insecurity plagues her from blood to bone. The nature of the human mind is to draw conclusions based on the data and stimulus it’s receiving. Pelonic psychological conditioning thrives upon the nature and inner-workings of the human mental process.

How the mother of the black baby has been conditioned to respond as the result of this political ‘Pelonic’ mind-fuckery is to assume she ain’t shit and her black baby ain’t shit, and hopefully the little nigga will one day develop a vertical leap and dunk a basketball. And if she gives birth to a black baby girl it’s even worse given the mind fuckery of sexism. Hopefully the black baby girl ain’t too black, or too fat, and hopefully her hair ain’t too coarse, hopefully! Hopefully! Hopefully! By 9 years of age, it’s obvious that ‘Precious’ ain’t gonna look like Beyonce, but she sings Beyonce’s songs by heart in the mirror. She’s knows and is well aware that she’s no ‘Beyonce’ because of the measuring stick of Pelonic standards of beauty is deeply embedded,‘Kill the black save the brown’, unconsciously she correctly assumes that she is not as valuable as ‘Beyonce’, and though she dreams of Jay-Z sweeping her off her feet,-Precious knows that Jay-Z Knows even with his Afrocentric big ass lips that dark skin fat chicks don’t make good trophy wives to take to the Grammys. Maybe if she was just a little lighter and a little thinner or even white-maybe? Precious girls everywhere watch Kim Kardashian, “Wow look at how good her hair is, itz so jet black, look at Kim’s features: how sharp they are, how perfectly cut, and chiseled they are, maybe if I could lose some weight! Maybe! But the Nurse’s Pin goes all the way down in to that fat black girl’s cerebellum and Black Mother’s named Monique everywhere have told there Precious Daughters everywhere to go down and get on the Welfare. The superstar black athlete rejects her, and the eyes of the entire society reject her and everyone is completely repulsed by her fat black ass. The Doctor’s law is to examine all those desiring to marry, and thus this Pelonic alienation erupts like a volcano spitting hot dysfunctional psychological bullshit everywhere in her life. "That fat chick ain't getting married" says the Minister from deep inside of her.

The mother of this black baby can only hold on to the dream of a home in heaven, her imagination that one day her man…will be a Laker! One day her Man will come to her relief! So God comes from that painted corner of the alienated black baby and calls her ‘Earth’ and Now In the Asiatic World she has an identity, an escape from her own insanity, a safe place to begin the rebuilding process of revamping her dismantled self image, and maybe an opportunity to repaint a new canvas of a redefined idealized self free of Pelonic Mind Fuckery. In the confines of the Asiatic world she’s a refined, civilized Earth, even told in some instances how beautiful she is by the Gods who themselves are wounded from deeply inserted Patmosian Pins, but outside of the confines of Asiatic walls the Wild Beast of society devours her by defining her as a fat black bitch of no significant human value: indeed this is Pelonic Mind Fuckery at its best..

As she Keeps up with the Kardashians, and vicariously lives through Chloe she longs for a ‘Home in Heaven’, but it is just her imagination helping her to temporarily escape out of her fat black shell. Hers is an imagination fueled by the fact that ‘They’ the media, the facilitating Nurse has told her a Patmosian lie that established a concrete bullshit standard of beauty in her psyche. Even with a supposed ‘knowledge of self’- for 95 percent of her life she’s been conditioned to feel like a black ass, fat ass outcast from the Mecca of Beautiful people, so how in the hell is she supposed to transform that deep seeded emotional trauma overnight into useful land? It’s like putting Robitussin on a gunshot wound to the head, “But there is a Chance from Mental death”. Right?

To believe that you are ugly is to feel absolutely negated and alienated and to be black, and have thick lips, coarse hair, a broad nose and shabby clothes: she is wise to conclude that the world is against her. An Asiatic consciousness is her only refuge. Wherever these precious girls everywhere and anywhere are they are not slow, they know that they don’t look like Kim, Beyonce, or Angelina, and that the standardization of what is ‘beautiful’ and ‘ugly’ has been Pelonically settled on the best part of their psyche.. The dice have been cast, and the momentum of Pelonic ideology continues daily in every commercial, movie, and music video on cable, broadcasting from satellites everywhere that Precious might be Precious but by no European standard whatsoever is she beautiful. Message to Black Babies: Pelon has narrowed the lens upon which we view beauty and white supremacy is in full effect, now watch Kim do the cabage patch. "Go Kim! Go Kim! Go Kim!"

The Superstar Athlete is no better, because he has thick lips, a broad nose, coarse hair, and darkskin. and sees himself as ugly too, growing up, he watched TV too, his mother watched soap operas too and the only men he saw that had the glamorous White women were White or Black men who had money and had been praised by the facilitating Nurse of white supremacy, telling his mother that she was a Lucky mother and that Her baby was a Holy baby and that she should take good care of this white boy named Brad and educate him and that some day He will grow up and be a great man-and further this nurse facilitates the swag of white supremacy! The Nurse defines what a ‘Handsome white man should look like and even what a handsome black man should look like. Doctors, Ministers, Nurses and Cremators are the four devils that keep white supremacy running like a well oiled machine. Yacob’s rules and regulations go hard in the paint and even harder in the hood, a place where European characteristics are favored and traditional black characteristics are frowned upon…in Black Elementary schools children throw spit-balls, as well as Nurse’s pins back and forth, “that’s why you’re fat… go ‘head with your black ass… Blacky!...I got good hair… your nose is bigger than a garage door opener…she got light eyes…she bald headed…bummy clothes…new sneakers…old sneakers…fresh timz…dogged timz…who is the finest girl in the class…who is the ugliest…. The babies get the pins from the Nurses and take the pins to class: images in music videos, movies, pop divas and visions of success for black hip hop stars promoting whore-mongering and all manner of evil, valueing thin and lightskin women above all others besides that of the Supreme White woman of course. Pelonic rules murder the black baby and saves the brown baby, as the law progresses Pelonic rules Murder the brown and save the yellow; kills the yellow and finally out of nowhere a black boy grows to be 6 foot 8 and the nigga develops a vertical leap so high that he can buy his fat black mama a home in heaven and put a down payment on glamorous white woman too. He can finally have his cake and eat it too. He doesn’t want the civilized refined Earth named Total Weight who looks like Precious, she has absolutely no magnetic to him, his images of sex have been fed to him via the media, pornography, and peer pressure and corner jive. Hell no, he doesn’t want the Earth named Total Weight! This superstar Athlete has a dollar for every square mile of her fat ass, so this nigga has no need to solicit the Earth for love, he is beyond the Earthly confines of her gravity, the nigga jumping out the gym, he has ‘transcended’ up and away from the hood. Fuck that fat bitch ‘Total Weight’. He bought that white bitch straight cash but can’t afford the divorce tax at the end of his career.

The other Wisdom Build degree is the lynch pin: “Yes A trader made an interpretation that they would receive more gold for their labor which was more than they were earning in their own country." So did the nigga recieve more Gold? No that white glamorous bitch disappeared with half that nigga shit and now she’s sucking the next Rookie of the Year's dick.

Em

Windows 1934

2012-01-27T22:03:00.005-05:00

“…This lesson number 2 was given by our prophet W.D. Fard which contains 40 questions, and answered by the Honorable Elijah Muhammad one of the lost found in the Wilderness of North America, February 20, 1934.” As rednecks say, “Who’s your daddy!” Such a redneck question is a rhetorical one usually exclaimed in mockery. I assure you this post is not a mockery to anyone and I’m not a redneck. This is just an opportunity to take a look at an old idea through an Emblematic window. Wikipedia defines a Copyright as a legal concept, enacted by most governments, giving the creator of an original work exclusive rights to the work, usually for a limited time. Generally, it is “The right to copy” but also the copyright gives the copyright holder the right to be credited for the work, to determine who may adapt the work to other forms; who may perform the work; who may financially benefit from it; and other related rights. A copyright is an intellectual property form (like the patent, the trademark, and the trade secret) applicable to any expressible form of an idea or information that is substantive and discrete.

Microsoft Windows is a computer program designed as an operating system for a computer and it is my theory: just as computers have operating systems such as software and hardware components, human beings also have operating systems. I’ve entitled this post Windows 1934 as a facetious reference to knowledge wisdom cipher, Supreme Wisdom, 120 because the program/dogma/doctrine was completed in ‘1934 by W.D Fard and Elijah Muhammad. Knowledge Wisdom Cipher when memorized becomes an internal operating system for a human being, NOI Muslims, Gods and Earths point and click at lessons just as if one were to point and click at an icon on a computer screen. The program represented by the icon pops up on our mental screens and we behave according to rules expressed in the template. Inventors rarely invent anything outside the scope of their reality and as the old saying goes, “Necessity is the mother of invention.” and 120, or knowledge wisdom cipher is one African American’s perspective and view of reality. 120 was designed to correlate with what was going on sociologically, politically, and economically in the 1930’s. It’s view is through the eyes of someone actually living in that time: Elijah Muhammad. The civil Rights Act of 1964 was still 30 years away and black people were still far from equal: politically, socially, economically, and psychologically. It can be inferred that if a Great Depression was plaguing the elites of white society in America that black people were bearing the brunt of America’s economic burden. Elite whites were faced with the prospect of poverty and blacks were already impoverished, however the trickle down effect of the depression caused the majority of blacks who already had ‘nothing’ to begin with-were now faced with the reality of having less than ‘nothing’, as my Grandfather use to say, “Not a pot to piss in, nor a window to throw it out of.” The Emancipation Proclamation had only been in existence 69 years as of 1934-less than a century. A clansman in the South could hang a black man from a tree and the local sheriff would hand him the rope and then partake in the festivities, proving Black life was of little value and significance during that period in American History. A black person was without civil rights and completely unequal, absolutely disqualified and definitely barred from all forms of social equality. To have been ‘freed’ as the result of the Slave Master’s mandate is counterintuitive to the natural state of ‘freedom’. Initially this mandated ‘freedom’ would take a while to be ‘real’-‘real’ in the sense of a ‘felt realness’. It would take generations for the former slave to find out the substantive meaning of ‘freedom’. During this period (1930’s), what we define as Supreme Wisdom, 120, Knowledge Wisdom Cipher was conceived and it was absolutely on the money, and was 100 percent right and exact in both form and function.

Black people were 69 years out of slavery, and all post generations were absolutely traumatized, and completely psychologically fucked up as the result of American enslavement. It was a trauma that went well beyond a few trips to a psychiatrist, it was a trauma that was underneath the face value of the day to day psyche of black people. Slavery damaged black people to the degree of poor hygiene and we were a people lacking in general civilization. I make ‘estenja’-‘estenja’ is the way in which Muslims clean themselves after defecation and urination. Prophet Muhammad gave the savage pre-Islamic Arab general civilization and Master Fard Muhammad and Elijah Muhammad gave Original People ‘civilization’ post the experience of slavery.

What could you say or do to a people that have been generationally abused, psychologically traumatized and who possessed a self esteem level that was way down in the basement? Last year I wrote a post entitled ‘God in Person or High Yellow Hustla’ which basically suggested that W.D. Fard could have easily designed many of the ideas in 120 while laying on the top bunk of his prison cell in San Quentin. Elijah Muhammad in my view was just an impressionable young man easily swayed by this slick ex-con, Wallace Fard. I stand by that shit. I do not think my perspective in any way takes away from the program that Master Fard Muhammad designed: Windows 1934 was effective and still is relatively effective. BUT I am in no way under the impression that Wallace Ford, Wally Fard, Walli Dodd or W.D. Muhammad or whatever alias he was under at the time was any more than a religious hustla trying to ‘eat’ during the depression, especially after watching Garvey, and Noble Drew Ali ‘Eat’. Back then niggaz was opening up Churches and starting movements like niggaz start record labels nowaday. Emblematic Records! I don’t believe Fard was anymore God than anybody else! I don’t believe he was taught by 23 scientist! I don’t believe that his Father was a ‘Cold’ knowledge seed named Alphonso! I believe Fard was just an Arab who would have jumped at the chance to own a Seven Eleven or Quicki-Mart in the hood if the opportunity was available back then. Wallace Fard would not hesitate to sell Malt-liquor and lottery tickets in the hood if he was alive today, but, since He and Elijah are flying around at warp speed on the Mothership we will never truly know-will we? Fard, being a charlatan doesn’t however take away from the effectiveness of Windows 1934.

“So Emblem, if Fard was nothing more than an Arab/Polynesian/New Zelander who was on his ‘Open up a Church/Cult following’ grind-what does this mean for 120? Is it still the truth?” 120 was and is a ‘fly’ mental program-and just because Fard was a hustla doesn’t take away the fact that 120 points to sociological truths and historical realities. Hustluz are smart as fuck! The thing about a Hustla is that they simplify shit and see both obvious and obscure angles of the square. And no one reads a room like a Nigga or an Arab on the grind. Back then niggaz wanted to ‘Eat’. Not ‘Eat’ like we say today-today the word ‘Eating’ invented by hip hop implies every ‘economic good’-eating, buying houses, whips, clothes, lavishness, whores galore-but ‘Eating’ in 1934 was just that: ‘Eating’! Why do you think the NOI places so much emphasis on ‘One Meal A day’? Sure it is healthy, but in its essence it’s a carry-over from the vast food shortages of the Great Depression. Ask yourself, “Who the fuck thinks of making a pie from beans?” Niggaz back then had to become extremely resourceful with food, survival depended upon it. Poverty makes a nigga creative. Playstation?! Playstation!? I could play basketball in the living room with two rolled up socks and be entertained for hours bymyself. The mind is powerful in surplus and in deficit.

Defining the black man as God blew niggaz minds-but that wasn’t new! An entire portion of Elite whites during the 20’s began defining themselves as God incarnate. I’m sure Fard was a voracious reader in prison and got wind of those ideas. If he was Arab it would be inconceivable for him not to have heard of the Suffis. Noble Drew had already called blacks Asiatic. That shit sounded slick. Fard and Elijah were like Jay and Kanye: they clicked, and what they did clicked. They were hotter than Noble Drew Ali and Garvyism. I mean these catz Fard and Elijah put a Goddamn spaceship in the theology. Niggaz in spaceships was like the first BET. Can you imagine what the thought of niggaz in spaceships must have done to a niggaz mind in 1934? That shit was weed without weed. Throw a big headed scientist in the mix and you got niggaz overdosing on your theology. The creativity of the theology caused the imagination to lift the intellectual level of all niggaz listening. The theology stretches your mind and raises self esteem. “Nigga I’m an Asiatic Blackman!”, shit had niggaz hyped.

Was the white man grafted by a big headed scientist named Yacob? No anthropological evidence is available for me to say ‘Yay’ or ‘Nay’ but the genetic proof is in the pudding. If I was to venture a guess I would say, “yay”. However my ‘Yay would be in a way that the grafting process is more representative of an organic grafting process and less of a deliberate one, meaning that who we define as the Children of Israel were indeed black and of ‘African’ descent initially, and that they did in fact have exclusionary rules, regulations within the spectrum of their culture/religion that eventually led to a fair skinned phenotype of people to come into existence. Going to Patmos in search of a specific culture that existed more than 6600 years is ludicrous. I don’t think you’ll find statues of a big headed black man, nor tablets with biologically based birthing protocols. However there are Biblical, Quranic and general historical proofs. If you read the Holy Quran in Sura Baqara Ayat 47: “O Children of Israel, call to mind the special favor that I have bestowed upon you and that I preferred you to all others.” So indeed this ayat is pointing to the fact that the Jews were a preferred people. Where the fuck do you think you get the word ‘Jew-el’ from? Ayat 49 in Baqara points to their sufferage during the persecution under Pharaoh, Ayat 54 in Baqarah points to the hard-time Moses had civilizing the Children of Israel. In the Bible Genesis Chapter 35 verse 10 tells us Jacob’s name was indeed changed to Israel. The 26th lesson in lost found Muslim lesson number 2 asks the question, “What year was that?” Ans: ‘It was in the year 8400 which means from the date of our present history or Quran about 2600 years before the birth of our prophet Musa.’ 2600 years before the birth of Musa assumes that the Children of Israel have yet to undergo a ‘coloring’ process on this ‘Mediteranean’ Island on the Aegean Sea. The only way the ‘Pelonic’ theology holds water is if you include all the Mediteranean Islands during Greek periodicity. There are more than a hundred Greek Islands. People of all complexions inhabited these Islands. The Sephardic Jews in Greece don’t really show up until 300-250 BCE but 2600 years before the birth of their Prophet Musa? Absolutely no evidence!

Our, historical and biblical perceptions are coached, constructed, unclear, speculative and relative, especially when we consider race, ethnicity, and skin-color. That shit takes you to the question of when is white-white? The interjection of a ‘deliberate’ biological process/ experiment that took ‘600’ years: uh?! The way I see it is that movafuckuz have always been fuckin: that’z why they call it Greece. Many say America is a ‘Melting Pot’ of cultures, races, ethinic groups, and colors-America is not the first melting pot. The deliberate intent of a six year old boy, or so-called determined idea to make a people that are unalike is strange in the context and way that Elijah and Fard construed it to be but remember: The Jay and Kanye of 1934 were spitting ill lyrics. What can be simplified is the historical and religious context in which they blanketed white people: The devil. The white man being understood as Satan is a collective reaction to the global and historical behavior of white people: Devil. No blanket statement is accurate, because one exception to the rule disproves the rule, however this blanket statement was easy because there was a natural social contempt that all white people had for black people. White people saw themselves as naturally superior to Blacks and many blacks took on a reactionary posture of inferiority. The colored man being the devil was not hard to sell, given the history of Caucasians. Let’s not forget that ‘Devil’ is a religious construct, and so is ‘God’ forever linked to the history of all religions and mythologies in human history. God was praised for the good shit that happened and devil was blamed for when the hut burned down. ‘Windows 1934 is quick in its ‘Preamble’ to bring forth both the characteristics of God and Devil-we can see from the ‘door’ that Fard intended to open a New Religious ‘Window’, with a Christian style and a Muslim flavor. Windows 1934 is a concoction of both Islam and Christianity and a collective social and historical perception of Black people and White People. Voila: knowledge of self! Supreme Wisdom was an attempt at understanding the Black Self, Universe, the Earth, the society and how black people should in fact view themselves in a hostile world-a world based on race- a world based on Caucasians as the dominant race. Windows 1934 counters white supremacy, fusing religion in a social commentary, made easy to comprehend, coupled with the science fiction of the The Mothership and the folklore of a Big Headed scientist playing with steel was above the heads of initial adherents, spooky enough to keep you interested and real enough to keep you grounded. Stories of flying saucers sold news papers during the depression and usually what sells in white neighborhoods a version of it sells in black neighborhoods. Flying saucers were in vogue and Yacob making the devil was a form of anti Semitism, because the Children of Jacob are being labeled as the devil. Is it any wonder that Anti-Semitism in Germany was growing like Hip Hop in the 80’s during the 1930’s? Hitler hated Jews and Newspapers in America wanted to know why- why did Hitler hate Jews? Jews have always been social and theological scapegoats and to an Arab locked-up in San Quentin from 1926 to 1929(Master Fard Muhammad) you damn right the ideas that he concocted in that prison cell were laced with some degree of anti-Semitism. Arabs ain’t never like Jews so to call their founder a ‘big headed nigga is kinda normal when people hate each other. The colored Man is the Caucasian or White Man, Yacob’s grafted devil. Is this degree speaking of the Jacob in the Bible? If it is not intended to represent ‘Jacob’ or ‘Israel’ in the Bible and Quran then the whole theology concocted by Fard and Elijah becomes even more sci-fi, but fun.

‘The Father’s infringement of Elijah’s and Fard’s copyright gave a new form to a thirty year old ideal, adapting the basic tenants, principles, and concepts in a new way for a younger generation. Gods and Earths don’t deal with the Mothership outside of getting high sometime and listening to George Clinton. During the 60’s I’m sure a young God that looked like Michael Evans on Good Times probably said, “Go somewhere else with that spaceship jive JJ.” Why? Because by1960 black people were fired up and the information in 120 or in Elijah’s and Fard’s general world view had to adjust to young minds. The Father brought that adjustment. Old negros in the Nation Of Islam during the 60’s ain’t want to to hear new ideas because age narrows views-so to essentially say, “I’m just as much God as that honkey Fard” shook them old niggaz in bowties up and for Malcolm to desire to study new ideas concerning orthodox Islam was against the theology of the Messenger and got him blasted by the vanguard of old ideas. The Father came with new ideas, discounting and reducing Fard’s big G status and uplifting the average Black dudes status to equal-footing with Elijah and Fard and that is why I believe he got blasted. Nowaday this Asiatic theology, or 120 is a new idea on a global scale. A billion and half Muslims are not going to give up 6236 degrees of Quran for 120 degrees of a program designed by a Hustla from San Quentin for Black People. Windows 1934 is not a strong enough computer program in terms of a global scale but on a local scale it can help you to see the global picture from a firm stand-point more or less. This is why the religious context of Windows 1934 must be upgraded to a non-religious context. Meaning, the only truth about God is that he is One who has a voracious appetite for mathematics, and scientific subjects concerning all things in life. Unfortunately, Fard and Elijah are both glorified and worshipped by the NOI. The NGE is a byproduct of the NOI and consequently the divine blue religious light that surrounds Elijah and Fard has now been transposed and now clothes itself around the Father in the eyes of the NGE, causing the 5% to themselves to crystallize into a religion-a religion who’s motto is that ‘We are not a religion.’ How Ironic. It’s a cute contradiction that occurs in a fine midst. The blue light is a religious light, the blue light surrounds the words in 120 and a religious stress now settles on the face of all who recite it-and all who recite Fard’s questions and Elijah’s answers. What would you look like if you hummed and parroted Jay-z and Kanye’s lyrics for the next 80 years? Many hold Fard’s and Elijah’s verses and views as truths etched in stone as if Moses held them like commandments from the actual Mystery God. We say there is no Mystery God, but maybe we ought to say there are no Mystery words. I keep my 120 religiously tight because I got the information as a young man-a young man not in search of a religion per se but nevertheless by default: found a religion. Everybody unconsciously seeks a program/a religion. Who can survive without a divine operating system- or at least a system held as a divine standard, be that the Bible, Quran, or Windows 1934? We have to rethink where we choose to shine our mental blue light that classifies things and people as sacred and divine. I’m learning to steer my blue light to subjects like quantum physics, math, and other technical subjects and to make the words I write just as important to me personally as the words of Windows 1934 I memorized 23 years ago.

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Em

God Is Exponentially Versed In-And Beyond Symbols

2012-01-23T15:23:00.001-05:00

We use symbols and emblems to convey meaning, to represent an idea and to communicate. It is my view that no symbol or emblem can apprehend the true nature of reality, meaning you don't know the Emblematic One until you actually get your head cut the fuck off by his actual sword-just joking-I would never actually decapitate an individual. Symbols, and emblems can give a ‘round-about’ idea of substantive meaning, an 'approximation' maybe, but never the meaning itself. Substance is in what the actual blade does: cutz, kills but yet and still maintains the peace! Meaning is only in the substance, and the ‘attempt’ to ascertain meaning can be found in the symbol or emblem. The cornerstone of communication are ‘symbols’ and 'emblems', language is based upon symbols which denotes that all communication is to some degree faulty, imperfect and a great deal of meaning is lost in route from the translation of substance to symbol. As human beings we live our lives steeped deeply in symbols and emblems, and every aspect of society is based upon symbols and emblems. This faulty translation from substance to symbol is responsible for what I’ve defined as the Entropic Nature of Communication’ meaning that if communication is based upon the faultiness of symbols it will eventually breakdown.

In my view what we classify as consciousness is tied-in to the quantum reality, my theory is that consciousness emerges from the infinitesimal. Our ignorance in regard to consciousness suggest that what we define as consciousness arises from the ‘differentiation’ from a holistic consciousness but no one knows anything for real-for real. Such a classification points to the idea that randomness plays a role in the process of the so-called fragmentation of consciousness, kinda like a schizophrenic consciousness that had a cosmological nervous breakdown and then came into existence. If such is the case the 'will' of said consciousness was the first to distinguish itself. Uh! Who can say? No one! What can be known however is that the imperfect nature of symbolism in communication both unites and divides and that I'm not a fan of randomness.

‘A utopia of communication’ is a paradoxical idea because the network from substance to symbol is, and will always be a poorly hoed road. Ironically the world in which we live is based on ‘miscommunication’ and not ‘communication’. The entire idea of communication may in fact be false. Who amongst us can truly communicate? In these words I write I reach like a short man for the high shelf of ideals and use the arms of words as tools to grab substance. “Can You feel Me?!” may be the best expression to emerge from hip hop because it goes to the heart of understanding, and places substance in an emotional and tactile range: the ambiguity of touching a movafucka at his core or supposed ‘core’ is nice but inaccurate. “Nigga I felt that shit!” Usually this association with emotion is heightened because of feeling but the substance is still misrepresented. When emotional levels are raised higher than the cognitive process this is only the pulling of the trigger, not the actual bullet that shoots you in the face. ‘Feel Me?’ Being crystallized in an emotional mode can never be held as a substantial understanding of a thing. Just because a muslim reads the Quran, and gets amped, and decides to strap a bomb to himself does not mean he comprehends the Quran. He may have heard the Quran recited by a hafiz who recites beautifully and has become emotionally amped-at that emotional part of the mental network, from the reality of substance to the abstraction in the symbol the muslim became lost. The trader in the 28th lesson in the English C lesson in Windows 1934 who makes an interpretation laces the specifics of the interpretation with land-mines of emotion, disrupting reason, rationality and logic. ‘God’ is the most abstract conceptual idea that man has ever attempted to subjectively translate from substance to symbol. The reality and idea of ‘God’ fucks with the psyche of the human family more than any substantive idea that has ever made a relative successful transition from substance to symbol. God cannot make the transition from substance to symbol clearly. Niggaz got sevens on the lapel of their coat, and the letters ‘G’-‘O’-‘D’ trigger emotion in the hearts and minds of Christians, Muslims, and Jews-all making one movafuckin’ claim: we have a sole unadulterated truth regarding the substantive nature of ‘God’? Even atheists get emotionally amped when ‘God’ is mentioned. I wonder how much blood has been spilled in the name of ‘God’? Rivers? Maybe even oceans? such a question proves that God is easily the most difficult substantive idea to convey in symbolic terms. God is the psychologically elusive symbol-almost intrusive to the nature of peace, disturbing the peace in the hearts of men. When you pour ego on the already flammable idea of God-this God is lost, wandering in the limbo of symbolic translation causing idiocy to ignite and literally inflaming the world.

It’s the attempt at fathoming the substantive nature of God that causes movafuckuz to lose their Goddamn mind in the superficiality of symbolism! Losing their ‘Goddamned Mind’ is the idea that best describes the lunacy that takes hold of man when thoughts turn toward God. Ultimately Man is freaked the fuck out! That is what it is: man is freaked the fuck out! Nobody knows what this shit is-this shit called life, reality, the world-nothing: If you claim you know-nigga you don’t know, and that is the hilarity of it all: The three stooges version of monothesism and the fourth stooge who we see every now and again. When we don’t know we hold up our religion as a symbol. The variable ‘x’ represents all the shit we don’t know and so we use the ‘x’ to describe the ‘unknown’. A Christian declares that “Jesus Christ is their personal Lord and Savior; A Muslim yells, “Allah U Akbar and that there is No God but Allah and Muhammad is his apostle” Jews hold on tight to Yahweh; Five Percenters distill it back and say there is no mystery God and that the black man is God and Athiest declare with contradiction that no God exist still yet a contradiction in and of itself because to say something does not exist points to its existence. Santa Clause ain’t going nowhere, it’s the idea of existence that causes something to exist, even if it exist nowhere else but in your own mind it exist. The subjective reality of individual truth makes it real. The nature of symbols manifest in patterns, when a Christians says “Thank You Jesus!” it has nothing to do with whether or not Jesus had anything to do with what happened, when muslims say, “Humdulilah” upon the hearing of good news it has nothing to do with whether or not Allah in a mysterious realm exists or does not exist. When a Five Percenter rejoices upon hearing good news and proclaims, that the Black Man is God, the same psychological mechanism is being used, the same button in the psyche is being pushed in each individual: the religious button.. The nature of the psyche of the human being is that it anchors itself in a belief system. When an atheist proclaims that God does not exist-that is a whole belief system based on ‘God’, ironically the one who doesn't exist. There are numerous anchors of belief systems around the world that culturally house and hold the symbol of ‘God’. What all the human family hold in common is a common sense nature to know this being called, “God”. In all differences surrounding the idea of ‘God’ the common theme of there being a ‘Supreme Being’ takes on many symbolic forms and cultural themes causing a consistent thematic enigma to emerge in the psyche of the human being. The anchoring systems of belief fail in pulling up their anchor-anchors hold you still: hold you in place as if a singular place in the endless ocean of the Supreme Being and that his greatest treasure is located under the sailboat of your faith, which is why I dig the pursuits of true math and science above the various anchoring systems of belief around the world. Science is ‘heady’ it elevates with questions and research not paralyzed systems of ‘beliefs’. Science and math quickly admit its limitations in regard to knowing, and science is wise enough to know what it does not know. Science is not afraid to change its world view, or universal view upon the learning of new information. Science isn’t relegated to a singular culture, because anyone from any culture can study science. Religions regarding God are the traders that have made interpretations and exploited the symbolism to the human families’ detriment. God is a scientist and the greatest quality of a scientist is objectivity. Stupidity occurs when discussing God in subjective terms. .

EM

Self-Efficacy As It Relates To knowledge Of Self: A Blog Inspired By Supreme Victory Allah

2012-01-20T21:00:00.002-05:00

This morning the God sent me a text asking me how I ‘cee’ Self Efficacy as it relates to knowledge of self. I would not be able to do his question justice amidst the constraints of a text, it is a subject that in my mind had to be considered carefully. First I am an ‘existentialist’ in terms of world view, as an existentialist I place great emphasis on ‘Be or Born’ which in the supreme alphabet relate to mental existential constructs. All theories regarding existence which follow logical lines interest me a great deal, along with the substantive nature of existence. ‘What’-not ‘who’ is my primary concern, ‘Who’ is incidental and ‘secondary’-such may appear to be ‘wisdom knowledge’ and it is ironic that wisdom knowledge is alpha-numerically linked to the Universe within ‘NGE’ parameters. Outside of NGE parameters taking a look at the Universe is a relative look-relative to who is looking-so whoever is looking out into the Universe; a white man, a black man, a woman, a child will find exactly what they are looking for: good or bad. A religious minded person will find Jesus, Allah, Jehovah etc. A scientific minded individual will find galaxies, quasars, stars, black holes, multi-verses and multitudes of new ideas, and theories. Our expectations of what we will find can in fact become self defining ‘prison houses’, ‘desire’ will rope and bind you in to the temporal and one never realizes that ‘God’ to every individual is relative. I heard a Sunni Imam once say that no two people understand Allah the same way-this implies that God is relative to the subjective experience of the individual-which means that ‘Knowledge of Self’ is relative to the individual. No two people have the same ‘knowledge of self’ because their experience is subjective and based upon their individual Bible and Quran.

Efficacy means ‘the ability to provide a desired or intended result’. If ‘knowledge of Self’ is relative to an individual’s subjective experience than the efficacy of the intended result is bound by what the individual labels ‘knowledge of self’. ‘Knowledge of Self’ becomes the lynch pin to concerns regarding efficacy. ‘Knowledge of Self’ relative to NOI parameters was founded during the Great Depression of the 1930’s. For three and a half years Master Fard Muhammad taught Elijah Muhammad this program and they are the two who designed our program (120, knowledge wisdom cipher, supreme Wisdom etc.) Our context and world view was designed by these two programmers. Basically knowledge wisdom cipher is their intellectual property lets call it ‘Windows 1934’. If we were to examine it from a software perspective the patent and copyright would belong to and be the intellectual property of Wallace Fard Muhammad and Elijah Muhammad and the Nation of Gods and Earths could be sued in Asiatic Federal court for Copyright infringement because we all have downloaded this software in our thirds and have used it as our primary operating system on our mental hard drives. It is a depression based software. The first command is to understand God as being a black man. The software is pro-active in that it suggest that one must not set up a home and wait for a mystery God to bring him or her food, it out-right discounts a Mystery God, provides the dimensions of various places on the Earth and in the solar system. Also this program provides a few operational protocols such as FOI, MGT, GCC and it does so in an Islamic and Muslim context. Finally it defines the white man as the devil and declares that Yacob (Jacob) or Israel was the progenitor of the devil. This program radically organized black people during the 40’s, 50’s, 60’s, 70’s and after the death of one of its co-founders Elijah Muhammad in 1975. Minister Farrakhan continued to push the ideas propounded by the software. In the 1960’s Five percenters emerged and redefined the software via a peripheral designer who his followers called ‘Allah’ or ‘the Father’ –who urged them to download a tweaked version of the program. This new ‘5 percent’ segment of the original population did as instructed and download said software adding to the initial parameters of the program a few new bells and whistles that distinguished an NOI context of the software from an NGE context of the software.

‘Knowledge of Self’ is relative: Example: An African American lawyer becomes one of the highest paid black attorneys in the country and doesn’t give a damn about Jesus, Allah or the Hubble space telescope-all he gives a fuck about is the seven figures that keeps his family living an upper class lifestyle-and let me make matters worse: he loves himself some pork. And let’s say this lawyer lives in Atlanta and a God down there who is struggling economically runs up on the attorney while he is with his young daughter and says, “Peace Brother, do you know that the black man is God?” The pork eating, black attorney grabs his daughter because he worries for her safety and quickly puts her in the Benz truck and screeches off getting as far away from the NGE member as possible. 'Who has' or 'does not have' knowledge of Self is not at all the question. The attorney has vast knowledge of the legal world and the God has vast knowledge of the Asiatic world, meaning their ideas concerning 'Efficacy are vastly diverse. It becomes a collision of worlds. The Lawyer may feel that the God is a street thug who needs to get an education and the God may feel that the Attorney needs to get an education. This is a comedy of miscommunication and misundersanding. The attorney doesn’t want anything to do with anything that on face value appears to be rag tag, raggedy, uneducated slick street thuggary, and the God just shakes his head at what he calls a blind, deaf and dumb 85 percent negro who just sped away in a Benz truck. Knowledge of Self is just that: knowledge of self. The most ignorant movafucka in the world has knowledge of self-this is why knowledge of self is an existential construct-more than it is a quasi-religious, or pseudo cultural construct. In all actuality ‘knowledge of self’ is abstract, measured best by degrees of self awareness-an awareness based on the subjective individual context. Muslim, God, NOI, NGE cannot be the full measure of knowledge of self. 85, 10, and 5 percent has never been measured, never has a global census been taken to measure how right and exact that ratio is, so having never been measured who can say with assurance that such a ratio is accurate? Every God and Earth who recites the knowledge culture, knowledge power and knowledge equality degree takes those degrees on face value just as the 85 who knows that it rains, hails, snows and hears thunder above his head never attempts to learn who is causing all this to happen. We take Elijah's and Fard’s program on face value just as the so-called 85 percent believe in the 10 percent on face value. So 85 percent, 10 percent, and 5 percent are labels given by Elijah and Fard. Present stats say wealth in America is controlled by the upper one percent but we are dealing with Windows 1934, and holding this software just as sacred as Muslims and Christian hold Qurans and Bibles sacred. Needing to be a 'joiner' or a part of a group is psychology and sociology 101, finding the niche of what fits and our need to make sense of the world is natural. We all have a need to be programmed and to have something downloaded to our minds, and we need to be right, to have 'faith' that we are right-yes, faith!. Knowledge of self is not only relative to the user but it is tenuous because it changes with the context of new experiences. I can parrot 120, Supreme math and alphabet with the best of ‘em but suppose I just elevated in that singular context for the 23 years I’ve been dealing with 120: I’d be an idiot. Many hold 120 as a foundation, but I now hold it as a work in progress. *********************************************

This blog was interrupted by three chess games in which I won and lost two. In the first game I had my rook taken early and I winced upon it being taken. I played with a posture that I was definitely going to lose the game, but I calmed down and played it out and ended up winning-winning because my opponent became over confident. Second game I came out with the intention of playing the Sicilian and taking the d4 pawn with the pawn on C5 during the fourth or fifth move, but guess what? My opponent didn’t move his pawn on d2 so I couldn’t do what I had read I ought do and had planned to do: I was set on the efficacy of a plan based on the knowledge I had gained by reading a random chess book on openings. The result is bad when things don’t go as planned or when you hold on to the prison house of expectations. A few weeks ago I was building on the rigidity of form, and set plans-plans should be fluid-and knowledge of self should be understood in terms of fluidity. Two of the greatest degrees are “I came to North America by myself’ and “Self Savior” A group advocating is cool, however the subjective experience of ‘by yourself’ is your origin in this world-and the collective group experience is secondary, meaning I wipe my ass before I’m going to wipe any other person’s ass. So when people get into the collective cult mindset, ‘Knowledge of self’ is put to the side, particularly if their entire identity is principled upon the group experience: such are ‘groupies’ A groupie is a bitch who sucks the dicks of random celebrities, because he or hers knowledge of self is integral with the group reality. Fuck that build or destroy degree groupie shit and celebrate the wisdom of that‘by myself’ current of air. I’m not saying to be a recluse, but stand at the point where you understand the foundations of your own genuine efficacy and know its relationship to ‘Knowledge of Self” as being by yourself and yet and still circumstantially contingent upon unknowns in which you have limited control. Some muslims forget about Allah and lose themselves in Muhammad, some Christians forget about the Lord and lose themselves in Jesus, and a whole bunch of Gods and Earths lose themselves in The Father hence discounting their own identity. A retail sale of their own divinity in exchange for the flagwaiving of anothers identity is weak and wicked: name droppers: “you know such and such Allah or Earth”-fuck such and such-this is about you nigga! Niggaz get lost in the first zig of the past and their as blind deaf and dumb in the Zag of the ‘now’. The efficacy and intended result is fucked up because of the context of what and how and for whom they carry so-called ‘knowledge of self for is warped. Do you carry math for self or for somebody else? Mostly how one carries knowledge of self is egotistically based-and its a ‘knowledge of self’ that is in accordance to the parameters what we conceptualize ‘knowledge of self’ to be. Let’s own-up to that contradiction-knowledge of self has little or nothing to do with anyone else because self is One.. The ‘teach the babies’ cliché has become a posturing falsity and has distilled to a mere slogan. Movafuckuz want to Hustle and Win, movafuckuz want some goddamn money-some goddamn pussy-some goddamn fame-some goddamn social equality, which is a substitute for not necessarily being accepted in the mainstream culture of America’s social equality. The challenge to understanding efficacy as it relates to knowledge of self in NGE parameters is a whos who of wounded egos, which is good, because that was the intention of ‘Windows 1934’(120)-to pick our own selves up from the bootstraps individually and collectively because the wilderness of North America has wounded the blackman and blackwoman in North America.. Does windows 1934(120) constitute the full scope of knowledge of self! Hell no! 120 is like Robitussin, and so what the fuck is Robitussin gonna do for a nigga who just got shot in the face? Robitussin is a start. Knowledge of Self must be understood as a continuous work in progress and not just a singular point on the planet Pluto in order to measure the impact of its efficacy.

Emblem

How Plausible Is The Existence Of A Mystery God? What Is Simulation Theory? What is ‘It From Bit’? And Progressive Perceptions of The Colored Man!

2012-01-18T16:52:00.001-05:00

When I go through my degrees I recite them the same way every single time, rarely if ever do I add or take away a ‘the’, ‘that’, a ‘what’ or a ‘but’-for the most part my degrees are etched in the stone of my muscular memory. I can parrot them effortlessly even in my dreams. ‘Who is that Mystery God?’, that 10th degree in Elijah’s and Fard’s test is just as tight as any other degree, and I proudly proclaim that there is no mystery God yadda yadda yadda…so they lost no time searching for that-that does not exist.’ Hey, I understand the reasoning behind Elijah’s answer: it’s 1934, no food is in the crib, this bill and that bill is due and niggaz had been on there knees praying to a mystery God for what must have seemed like trillions of years and still getting beaten and killed by the ones who advocated that so called Mystery God. I understand! Why should any So-called Negro during that time believe in what seemed to be an absentee landlord, a God in the sky that seems to sadistically get off on the suffering and death of original people? If he is Omnipotent why would he not intervene? So yes indeed, I can identify with Elijah’s and Fard’s reasoning.

Gods who recite these degrees and live by them should not do so blindly, and just because I can parrot degrees effortlessly doesn’t mean I don’t take time to examine each degree critically and hold them up in contrast to new information as it relates to science and math. I am forever a student, and I diligently study the science of everything in life. Yesterday I found myself watching ‘Through The Wormhole’ with Morgan Freeman, which is probably my favorite show on television. The particular episode that I was watching was ‘Is There a Creator?’. A scientist named Rich Terrel who works at the Jet Propulsion lab in Pasadena suggested that if God is an inter-dimensional being who can change the laws of physics than that sounds much like a computer programmer. Now I have written a bit on other dimensions such as the eleven dimensional claim of ‘M-Theory’ and the ten dimensional claim of ‘String Theory’ each asserting that other dimensions besides the three we dwell in do in fact exist. Multi-dimensions imply that if our consciousness can dwell in three and there are at least ten or more dimensions than it is highly plausible that consciousness can dwell in other dimensions-not yet proven: but at least the idea of consciousness in other dimensions is plausible. Rich Terrel believes that human beings could be an intelligent simulation based on another beings program. Again, there is no evidence to the contrary. Often I have written about the algorithm that will one day cause a computer to become self aware of itself-what would be the implications of such awareness? If we examine for example Madden: The popular video football game-every year the graphics become more and more real; the gestures of the players; the crowd; the announcers; the styles of play-everything becomes more real than it was the previous year. What would be the implications of artificial intelligence, or artificial consciousness being interjected in the program? What would happen if the players in Madden became self aware? Instead of a controller, the players could develop there own subjective awareness, and live an entire cyber life within the parameters set by the program. The players would become self aware of who they are but not quite know who we are-‘We’, being their Creators. We would be able to view them, but they would not be able to view us. On a screen the Madden football players would feel as though they exist in three dimensions, but ‘we’ there creators could in fact view the players in two dimensions or on a holographic multi-dimensional screen.

As I watched ‘Through The Wormhole’, they interviewed ‘Will Wright’ the programmer of the video game ‘The Sims’-a game that simulates the complex nature of life on a day to day basis in a simulated computer generated city. The environment in the game is completely computer generated, meaning man has evolved to the point where he can simulate an environment in another dimension: cyberspace. The rational process implies that if Man can simulate life in another dimension-than it is highly plausible that greater programmers could have simulated us. Again, there is no evidence to the contrary. I’m just suggesting-it is indeed plausible. ‘Simulation’ can be swapped-out for the biblical ideal of, ‘image and likeness’. When computer programmers design games they make them based on the image and likeness of man. Right now the computer power is not adequate to simulate human intelligence, but in the very near future what will happen when a computer’s ability to reason rationally, predict on its own, answer questions to the point where you can’t distinguish between human intelligence and artificial intelligence. What happens when this type of intelligence and consciousness is distilled in a program? The implication is-that man has in-fact become a Mysterious God over other conscious subjects in other dimension of space and time. It’s not a question of it being possible-quantum computing will make it more than possible. Further proof of ‘Simulation Theory’ is that the universe organizes itself when we observe it and disassembles when we look away-a behavior consistent with the programming patterns in video games. The idea that the Mystery God is a Computer programmer replaces the notion of the God of Abraham and Moses being a benevolent uptight dude who wants everybody to join him in heaven by behaving in accord with his edicts. The Computer Programmer idea of God turns general theology on its head, and links science with ‘faith’ making them one in the same. A religion based on God being a computer programmer is just as believable as God being a white long bearded couch potato in the sky who all the time brodes over his wayward human subjects.

John Archibald Wheeler was a theoretical physicist who was fascinated with the implications of quantum physics. Bohr was Wheeler’s mentor and they ushered forth what is defined as the Copenhagen interpretation of quantum physics, holding that electrons have no real existence and that essentially they exist in what could be defined as probabilistic limbo. They are forced into existence by the act of conscious observation, acting as waves or particles upon experimental observation. Wheeler proposed that reality might not be completely physical and that the Universe might in fact be a participatory phenomenon which requires the act of conscious observation, facts consistent with that of an intelligent program.. Wheeler was the one who proposed the idea of the Anthropic Principle which suggest that the universe must be as it is or conscious beings like ourselves might not be here to observe it. Information theory was established by a mathematician named ‘Claude Shannon. Information Theory like quantum physics is also based on observation. A ‘bit’ is a quantum binary unit representing one or two choices: a one or a zero. The schizophrenic nature of the quantum world is not schizophrenic at all. In a couple of blogs I have written about the double slit experiment where electrons are fired through a double slit, and upon observation they behave differently. Electrons are aimed at a barrier that holds double slits, and the electrons behave like waves and travel through both slits at once. When the electron behaves like a wave it forms an overlapping pattern which is called an interference pattern. When he who performs the experiment closes off one slit the electron travels through the other slit as a particle and the interference pattern disappears. In a delayed choice experiment the experimenter decides whether to leave both slits open or to close one off after the electrons have already passed through and the results come away to be the same. The implication of this experiment is that what we define as matter is aware of our choices before we make them. Wheeler summarized this truth as ‘Zen Koan’ or ‘It From Bit’, meaning that all in the spacetime continuum answers a question either one or two ways based upon a ‘Bit’: information. Everything around us is based on 'bits' of information.

The purpose of this brief discourse on Wheeler is to bring home one point: The nature of the information we have regarding reality is not fully understood because the context of our understanding is broken. The parameters of how far we are willing to go regarding matters of science may in fact be limited, given our religious world view. And yes, as members of the Nation of God and Earth we are Religious no matter how much we claim to be ‘Scientist’, I am desperately striving to break through all religious barriers found in how we carry this culture. I don’t detest religion, I detest the cult-like religious context of how we come in the so-called name of 'Mathematicians'.. The only way to destroy such a context is with pure science and math. We can ill-afford to be stifled by old outdated, arcane parameters. How you ‘cee’ a degree is subjective and such subjectivity should usher forth the grandness of your theory via high order thinking equipped with critical and scientific analysis at your disposal. And your theory should be based upon facts that have been previously studied. The actual fact is-is that all the theories that these colored scientist have put forth contain some degree of plausibility given the information of the scientific community of Western Civilization. Does that mean that these theories are ‘True’? Emphatically No! they are however reasonable, leaving room for the realm of possibility. Have we as Gods and Earths become so arrogant in our religious zealotry that we rule out the realm of scientific ‘possibility’? A brilliant mind is transcendent of color, regardless of what color the possessor of the brilliant mind if it gives births to scientific and mathematical reason-a rational human being must acknowledge it and not discount it based on the color of the being that it came from.. On 60 Minutes they featured a 13 year old White boy who was a mathematical and scientific protégée: When we see him do we still say the babies are the greatest or do we discount his genius because he is a white devil? The white boy possesses- a level of mathematical and scientific genius that transcends 99.99 percent of our Nation? I leave .01 percent for the optimism that there is at least one true mathematical genius amongst us . What am I supposed to call such a child who has six ounces of grafted brain that just so happens to out perform me in Algebra, Calc, Trig, and geometry, even though I have seven and one half ounces of original brain weight? Do I call him a devil? If I did call him a devil it would be based on the emotion of jealousy because he’d bust my ass in every branch of math in terms of aptitude. That thirteen year old Caucasian devil has to be completely drawn up into self nowadays in order for the religious context of God and Earth to be dismantled. Our cultural conundrums and our perilous paradoxes along with our foolhearted contradictory claims of math and scientific supremacy do not represent self savior but self delusion. We are flawed because of our inability to explore colored scientist who have taken the torch of science further than all being born and the catchy phrases from Elijah’s written exam. So as we move our arms back and forth in emphasis as we build in the cipher while building, understand this: mathematics is ‘Raw’ and any competent individual of any race, gender, or creed can perform a complex math function. There is no claim to mathematical superiority, and math belongs to no one-we do math in life daily, the human brain, white or black calculates at an enormous rate.

How you view the world determines how the world is going to present itself to you, because it is your information along with your observations that shape the world you see. If you are limited to your reality of three dimensions then the three dimensions will be your prison house of perception. The colored man is the ‘devil’ and yet a force of nature that is released from original DNA. Devil should no longer mean arch-villain-it must take on a new context. The devil is the law breaker, the rule bender, the loophole finder. The devil takes the natural law and wickedly bends them to his will. The natural laws are neutral so they are not given to judgments of good or bad. We must re-examine how we view ‘laws’. You can adhere to a ‘law’ or you can examine the law and surmise the mechanics of the law. If you develop a working knowledge of the law the law will do what you 'will' it to do. The colored man has devilishly bent the law and is bending the laws of nature first in his imagination and then in reality or at least this reality. The negative stigma of devil must be removed and we must stand beyond good and evil-we must stand 20 miles outside, and take hold of our full-fledge power of objectivity and peer into existence. The contradictory claim of not liking or loving devil civilization is bullshit-we all love it-even what we hate we love or like. White faces are on the money, few wear garments not made or designed by colored people, the cars you drive, the house you live in, and the mechanics of their civilization is what we all crave. If all the developments colored people have given birth to over the last 6000 years were taken away all of a sudden- niggaz would lose there mind. Stop with the bullshit, be real, most of all keep it real with yourself. I’m not saying that the white man is superior, I am saying that he is an integral part of global civilization, and has become an impressive member of world society who won’t hesitate to fuck you up if you got beef with him-ask Bin Laden. What I’m suggesting is that we can learn an awful lot from the colored man by not viewing him as the adversary. All you will get by viewing the colored man as an adversary is a tablespoon of frustration. It’s not worth it. Only thing you are taken off this planet is your black ass because the colored man will blow this bitch up before he budges an inch. Colored man told us to shove that understanding power degree in the one to forties up our black asses 98 years after the prediction of 1914. So adjust, adapt, and be wise. The colored man is willing to explore, to experiment and to expand. Fear paralyzes negroes, on every channel on cable the colored man is doing something crazy-crazy is radical-it changes and alters and transforms shit. If your world view is held hostage by the parameters of beef with the colored man chances are you would have difficulty in a college science course because all the names are the names of colored men, and if they are Original they are Indian or Asian. Elevation and expansion is about giving one’s self mental elbow room. God is not an ego-trip, nor a spectacular name that gives you confidence, God is a pure Mathematician that is light years away from borning-out numbers that Kindergarteners do everyday. God is a student of Math and science, critically examining every theory that comes across his mind, God is progressive, God is a Student of Calculus, Philosophy, Consciousness, Chemistry, Trigonometry, Algebra, Psychology, Economics, Computer Programming, Art etc. The admission of your known limitations marks the beginning of your expansion and elevation.

Peace,

DaGod
Emblem

Chess

2012-01-14T13:00:00.000-05:00

Recently I’ve had my ass handed to me by my father in-law in about forty straight chess games, before I won one. I was out of practice, I hadn’t played a chess game in over a decade. I stopped playing because I proclaimed that the real chess game was your life and that Chess was real and pieces were not wood. I can beat your average dude interested in becoming the next Bobby Fischer in a pick-up game because I’m just that nice. It all comes back to me as soon as I sit down. I made the mistake of sitting down with a Big ‘Chess-head-head’ and he whooped my ass. The game was close but I lost, then I lost again, and I lost again. Wait a minute something is not right: I am Emblem-the movafucking God on a chess board. Well that is my ego, my Father-in-law whooped my ass pure and simple and all that Grandmaster Emblem shit went out the window. It turns out my father-in-law has been playing chess consistently for as long as I have been alive. He knew the important names of historical and relevant Grandmasters nowaday just as I did, he knew the openings as I did and he knew more than me and was more exact in his knowledge. That is tough for me to admit, because I have an enormous chess ego. It took about 60 games before I began to win a ratio of one game in three and then I went on a three game winning streak. He got up-took a five day break, came back and wore my ass out 14 straight. Where did he go for those 5 days? He went home and studied the Queen’s gambit and the Sicilian and my Dragon variation. The old man had brought my game back from a mental death. A couple hundred games and I am back and better than ever. I’m playing the best chess of my life all because I have a worthy opponent.

I’ve always enjoyed writing-its kinda peace. I attempted my first book when I was a shorty entitling it ‘The Mind’, I think I wrote about a paragraph. Interestingly, my father taught me how to play chess at a very young age, so my hobbies were pretty much set in stone as a young God. I stepped back from chess about a decade ago because it is addictive, once I went overboard and got extreme with it, and was smoking a whole lot of marijuana at the time. Chess, knowledge wisdom cipher, and marijuana are like mixing vicodin with alcohol-it is a powerful combination. Chess got out of hand in my life, and to make matters worse I had coordinated the ideas within knowledge wisdom cipher with the unique story-line of a chess game, so I could sit at a board and play for hours. If the weed is good enough and mixed with the egotistical knowledge that the black man is God you may soon began to think after that first couple of puffs that you are capable of amazing mathematical miracles on the square of the chess board: no not nowaday. If you play a strong player, a player who studies, reads and practices, I don’t care how good the weed is you are not going to win-not at all. Somebody who works on their chess game daily will not lose to a weed head assuming all things being equal. My father-in-law made me respect game and the work that goes into ‘game’. I haven’t really written shit or been interested in writing because I’ve been tightening my chess game. I have to be careful and make sure I don’t treat writing like I did the chess board and throw it away for a decade. Such would be a waste of my talent as a writer. Actually I am glad that I am back on the board playing-because chess is just as much a part of my life as writing, knowledge wisdom cipher and even my quran studies. It’s about making them all mesh, and achieve a state of a perfect blend.

When I began to win a game here and a game there against my new opponent he went and studied computer chess for five days, and came back and dusted me more than a dozen games straight. So I got the Chessmaster program and played with that and was struck by a thought after the computer promptly whipped my ass. I began thinking about man’s arrogance. Arrogance can be found on the chessboard, if you examine the nature of moves-arrogance does indeed reveal itself on the board. The folly of man’s arrogance-it’s funny! We make mistakes with our egos. A computer has no ego-at least not yet-but one day in the very near future if not now, computer scientist will write the mathematical algorithm for a computer that will cause that computer to become self aware and achieve a state of self realization. What I’m writing will become true-and I’m calling it like a dice roll. The Chessmaster program that I have is rated approximately 1800, which is fairly strong in the world of chess, but rather weak in the world of computer chess. Grandmaster Gary Kasparov lost to IBM deep blue and he played deep blue junior to a draw. Actually he offered deep blue junior’s team a draw. Even though Kasparov’s position on the board seemed relatively winnable-he offered the IBM deep blue team a draw. He said that he recalled the games from previous matches, and understood how strong of a player the computer is.

Mathematicians and computer scientist build computers: teams from various schools and universities now play computer against computer: it’s a whole world opening up of computers playing computers: Computers don’t blunder-so computer chess is not based upon making your opponent blunder-it is based upon making a better move. The concept of making a better move and the search for sharper variations in a move tree is the main focus for the world of computer chess. I finally did something my father-in-law had been doing for a long time: I played Chessmaster against a program downloaded to a phone. It was a jewel of a game to watch. Chessmaster checkmated the downloaded chess app. I played the game with each program at its highest level and neither computer made an obvious mistake-it’s just that Chessmaster made better moves. So what are the implications of these new dimensions taking shape in the chess world? The black man is God right?-He is the supreme being right? How would the best Black chess player fair against the world’s strongest chess computer? It’s actually a facetious question: you know the answer. All jokes aside: what are the implications of human intelligence versus artificial intelligence?

Kasparov was a bit disgruntled while playing Deep Blue: he accused the Deep Blue team of having been assisted by other Grandmasters, claiming that he felt the computer was making moves like a human and a computer couldn’t calculate like a human. What he meant by this is that a human can do something on a chessboard in a creative style-a creative way that is uniquely conscious, a testing move for example: I will make a move on the chessboard just to see what my father-in-law will do. It is kind of like a head-fake in basketball or a juke move in football. It is a move designed to throw your opponent off, it is a move unique to the human experience. This was the basis of Kasparov’s accusation, personally I think Grandmaster Gary Kasparov is failing to take a few things into consideration. The computer searches for the best and the strongest move via considering every possible move. When we pull off a few genius moves on the chessboard we do so based upon an idea based on forethought. Any given idea is mathematically possible as long as the move falls within the parameters of chess, so as the computer systematically searches for the best possible chance to win it will consider a multitude of variations, combinations, and the potentiality of scenarios that will occur fifteen to twenty moves ahead in a possible future position. A human being can consider multiple moves ahead, and visualize potential scenarios and arrive at an idea regarding a course of action to be undertaken but nothing that compares to the quantity of moves considered by a computer. The consideration of possibilities creates the idea. Assuming that IBM’s Deep Blue chess team didn’t cheat and solicit Grandmaster advice what Grandmaster Kasparov witnessed on the chessboard was mathematics transforming into ideas, tactics, schemes, strategies, and deep considerations along purely logical lines.

I just played the computer in a game, actually I’m still playing and my game is strong but I just blundered, after maintaining a solid position for 30 plus moves-humans make mistakes-mistakes and blunders occur because we are more shortsighted than we are gifted with foresight. We don’t see ahead, nor do we consider all angles of the square and we all make mistakes. Think about how often we forget mundane things like keys, a pin, to do something, to call somebody, your wallet, that piece of paper you saw but you can’t find now, whatchamacallit’s phone number: all of these things you have forgotten at one time or another. Now imagine a thought process that is so considerate it never forgets. The thing about chess is that you can forget that a piece is not covered or you may miscalculate how many times a square is attacked. Now think about your life and the problems you didn’t see coming-in life you can’t see the whole board like you can a chessboard. You can stare at a chessboard mean and hard for an hour and make a mistake on your next move. The frailty of the human thought process is not to be taken lightly. The human brain is strong but at the same time weak-weak in its own arrogance and its tendencies leaning toward narcissism. Nothing reminds or admonishes like the Holy Quran-it tells man how great he is but also how great he’s not. Earthquakes are caused by the son of man experimenting with high explosives according to knowledge wisdom cipher-to me this means that it is in man’s nature to dabble with that in which he knows not. I mean how can you know a thing if you don’t go fucking with it? It’s the paradox of human intelligence. The forbidden fruit scenario in the Bible and in the Quran speak to the curiosity in man’s nature-man must fuck with some shit and end up in a world of shit. You make one mistake with a good player on the chess board and you are going to end up in a world of shit. Great players set up traps that go beyond your basic fork, skewer or pin, instead there are traps of complication, complex positions and time. A wasted move is a waste of time. You can lose time making a move that is detrimental to your board economy and such is the same thing with life. Emotions and chess don’t mix, chess will teach you that if you play a good player, regardless of your emotion you’re going to lose if you don't study. It is a game that tells you to go back to the drawing board and study. When my father in-law dusted me, I took every loss with my head up and I wasn’t scared to get back on the board and lose again. In order to win you must understand why you’re losing. Every time I get on the board with a computer or a man I can see what I’m not seeing when I suffer a consequence or get beat with many stripes. When I see I’m about to lose I just tip the king over or press reset. Unfortunately life doesn’t have reset, or an ‘undo’ button to take back a move so think very carefully before you move.

Em

How Consciousness Became The Imagination of It's Self

2012-01-11T15:38:00.000-05:00

Randomness is purely philosophical, and can wholeheartedly be excluded as any form of scientific description of a natural process. Scientist have shown and proven this by studying the behavior of individual photons. Reality is alive and conscious, from the quantum world of the very small to the macrocosmic universe, multi-verse and all vastness representing the very large. Know, beyond a shadow of a doubt that from the infinitely small to the eternally vast that an agent of design is present and that nothing goes unguided-not from the trajectory of an electron in its journey around the nucleus of an atom to our individual fortune or misfortune. Every event is prescribed. Lawlessness can also be excluded along with randomness. There may be a perception of lawlessness on a societal and scientific level appearing indistinguishable from randomness-though it may seem that way-it is a lack of knowledge, wisdom and understanding of the event that causes the appearance of randomness and lawlessness. Not understanding the why(Y) of an event does not prove ‘Randomness’, nor does it suggest lawlessness, it simply means that you do not know why, (1y?).

Y Equal Self points to the totality of ‘Self’, and suggests higher realizations of the ‘Self’ yet to be understood. Higher Realizations as they pertain to you and I await us in infinite quantity and in a substantive abundance. There is so much about you to be discovered. Which is the primary reason I laugh at ‘know it alls’.

What is the meaning of the individual experience as it relates to the collective experience? There is a definitive answer: One Consciousness fully expressing itself: One. There is no place and in no thing in which this Consciousness fails to express itself. Why are the fragmentations of this consciousness as they are? An eternal consciousness can only express itself in difference. Mathematically the idea of ‘difference’ and or ‘differentiation’ is expressed in ‘subtraction’. The symbol for ‘Subtraction’ is minus (-). All things that are in ‘Existence’ are the result of having been subtracted from the ‘Subsistence’ of this one consciousness.

What is the line of demarcation between the ‘subsistence’ of this one consciousness, and the ‘existence’ of this one consciousness? The inception, conception and perception of 'matter' is the line demarcating subsistence from existence, it’s the first line of demarcation ushering forth the material reality. Matter is the first expression of this one consciousness in existence. Matter is energy condensed. Quantum physicist have shown that individual photons pop in and out of existence all the time. The word and conceptualization of ‘Be’ found in most religions is a symbol of the origin of the material universe manifesting from the subsistence of consciousness: let’s call consciousness ‘knowledge’. The implication of ‘Be’ points to existence arising from subsistence. Consciousness calls itself forth with the declaration of ‘Be’. 'BE' is integrated with the 'Will' power of this force. The primordial beginnings of matter represent the beginnings of this universe and the expression of the intended 'Will' of this one consciousness.

Why is this one consciousness expressing itself in all things and in all events, and why create from itself a conscious observer such as you and I capable of fathoming this singular creative consciousness? Consciousness, in order to be classified as ‘conscious’ must perceive itself to some degree. You are a ‘View Point’ of this eternal consciousness. In the material universe everything marks a different view-point of this one consciousness: from a sub-atomic particle; to man; to a planet; to a solar system; to galaxies; to the infinitude of universes’ and in all dimensions-be that number of dimensions ten, eleven or infinite. The view-point of this one consciousness is expressed by you and I. All material reality is an expression of an eternal and grand ‘View-Point’. Your point of view is subtracted from the grand point of view: so why do people differ-if all view points are subtracted from one consciousness? The nature of expression is multiplicity: All ideas of sameness are a falsity, an illusion, babal: a cat chasing its tail. Differentiation of this one consciousness allows for infinite expression. Everyone and everything must occur as it is occurring: good, bad and all things in neutrality. Expression must take its course-a course that is infinite. All things political, religious, mundane, frivolous, argumentative and scientific denote that the nature of this one consciousness is eternally and literally becoming the imagination of itself: a story-line. And in order to truly understand this and know this-you must learn to shut the fuck-up and pay attention to the story.

Imagining The Knowledge Cipher Dimension: Do the Knowledge

2012-01-04T20:28:00.000-05:00

Theories And Thoughts On Consciousness

2012-01-03T17:41:00.000-05:00

Theories and Thoughts On Consciousness

I read the history of my blog and I’m appalled how I threw around the word, ‘consciousness’, as if I or anyone else understands it. I do not know what consciousness is-nor does anyone else, at best I have a theory. Webster defines ‘Consciousness’: the state of being awake and aware of one’s surroundings. My short definition is: The awareness of one’s own existence and the mind’s awareness of itself. Definition is not enough because definition is not substance. The word, ‘Consciousness’ is a word that is abstractly attempting to describe a substantive aspect of reality and unfortunately the word itself can only give you a vague idea of its kinship to reality. ‘Consciousness’ can only be experienced by a ‘conscious’ participant. The substantive reality of consciousness is beyond words-beyond the feebleness of Webster’s attempt at defining an essential component to existence. Limiting ‘Consciousness’ to awareness is easy, and coupling it with the abstraction of ‘mind’ is indeed a little more complex, but then the same question regarding the ‘mind’ comes into play: what is mind? ‘Black Mind’-everyone who thinks critically must wrestle with putting the prefix ‘black’ on mind, such etymological license is indeed bold, pointing to claims pertaining to culture. And yes, culture needs clichés to be ‘culture’. Culture and plays on language are part and parcel. ‘Black Power’ is definitive, and it contains a host of implications: taking power from whites perhaps? A movement-a political struggle-a cohesive communal consciousness-speaking to collective self determination by the people-consciousness can be put in a cultural context indeed. Theories of consciousness would indeed extend to and beyond the cultural context, questions eventually transcending the materialism of culture must be asked because consciousness grows from an existential root- consciousness must address its own substance eventually.

What does it mean to ‘be’? No religion-no physicist has the answer, and all answers, and all theories are speculative.

Mathematics is interesting in its attempts to explain consciousness. ‘One’ is rather interesting. ‘1’ is but a symbol. Like words, math at some point is limited because the symbolism used by mathematicians breaks-down because ‘Math’ is only a representation of the ‘real’. Math describes the real, but math is not the real. Symbol is not substance and math assigns symbolic language to the actuality of the substantive reality. And like all language, math is limited in its expression of reality-highly accurate, but nevertheless limited. Math’s symbolic language does not stack-up to the reality itself (feel me?). Real is only real and all symbols used to describe the real will always be inaccurate to some extent because they are but mere symbols. There can be no existence without consciousness, such is the basic premise to my theory that all material reality is to some degree relative to awareness.

So to be conscious, and to be in the ‘now’, and to know that ‘time’ is a dimension predicated upon consciousness is to some extent a glimpse into the heart of the real. The real is beyond words like ‘mind’ and ‘consciousness’. We are all in the daily pursuit to comprehend ‘what’ via ‘who’ we are and what it means to ‘be’. Distilling the idea of our existence down into religious forms is feeble like Websters attempt at grasping ‘consciousness’ through mere definition. Consciousness is only grasped silently with a clear mind and no words and in the ‘now’. That is the closest we get to grasping the nature of consciousness: No more words-so let me shut da fuck up.

Peace

Em

Laments On The Limitation of Form

2012-01-02T22:19:00.000-05:00

Jeet Kun Do is based upon minimal movement and maximum effect, fluidity, and formlessness-it is the emulation of water. How long before someone makes the statement, “The Father was shot and killed in the elevator for our sins –so that we may have ever lasting life.” Gods and Earths, NGE, the five percent have established a definitive form. Religion is form. I have been doing the knowledge to religion for a number of years and have come to realize that consistent patterns run through all religious forms. The Jehovah Witness believe that all those who are not in 'the truth’ are the children of Satan and that this is Satan’s world. Muslims call the non-believer kafir. God’s and Earths define those outside the loop as the 85 or 10 percent-and hold fast to religiously defining the colored man as the devil. Form…form…form,-all forms have behavioral patterns.

Each form proclaims ‘Truth’-an absolute truth. In Martial Arts you have Karate, Kung Fu, Wing Chung, Akido, Ju Jitsu etc. in the establishment of set forms are paths of wisdom indeed. The basic idea behind a given martial art’s form is to defend one’s self. A singular form can be dismantled when opposition does not conform to said form’s idea of an attacking posture, throwing the practitioner of a given form off balance. Bruce Lee was on to something with Jeet Kun Do-a spontaneous fight has no form-so why should your defence be set if the fight is no pre-set? If you can extrapolate and correlate the principle of formlessness expounded upon in ‘Jeet Kun Do’ to religious forms and other truth based ideologies then you will have succeeded and preserving the best part for yourself of whatever the said form may be. In my Quranic studies I've learned to translate the Arabic Quran into English verbatim and interestingly enough I have a Jehovah Witness Song book that reads very similar to some portions of surahs in the Quran . Words like ‘Kingdom’ ‘Sovereignty’, ‘Master’ ‘Righteous’, ‘Faith’, ‘Mercy’, ‘Compassion’, ‘Pray’, ‘Brotherhood’, ‘Lord’, ‘Blind’, ‘Serve’, and ‘Truth’ were all throughout both books. All the forms have general rules, and the rules establish the functions within the form. The mannerisms differ from form to form but the fundamental root of the dogma is always similarly structured. God in the flesh or God in the sky is irrelevant in the general idea of religion, because ‘God’ is within the general psychological scope of those adherents subscribing to the various spiritual expression of a said religion from the God saying "Peace" to the Jehovah Witness offering a Watchtower-form is form.. So the interpretation of 'God' as man or mystery makes no more difference than the name you chose to call God. Forms become ugly when they exclude, and fail to embrace the kinship of all forms in general. I was in the Kingdom Hall chuckling to myself at the absurdity in all forms, the narrow-mindedness of all forms and how ‘Religion’ clings to its limited formulaic truth. Interestingly enough I found that it is not en vogue to say ‘religion’. Gods and Earths define our brand of truth as ‘living mathematics’; Jehovah Witnesses call their religion the Truth, and Muslims define their practices as ‘a way of life’. Religions who attempt to cling to ‘science’ are themselves too religiously biased to peruse a general fact with any pure scientific objectivity. To be objective one must at some point deny all prejudicial bias. Being right and exact is not obtained in the ‘longing’ or wanting to be 'right and exact''-being right and exact is found in the undertaking of the work that comes with scientifically showing and proving the reality of actually what is right and exact.. A true scientist doesn’t create circumstances that fit facts but facts that fit circumstances. When Gods come at me with 'we are scientist’, I’m usually quiet, because I know we are not legitimate scientist-don’t get me wrong: we could be scientist, but the patience and research required to be a scientist is found in the tedious rigors of the real math found in those dusty ass text books we refuse to open, and our collective devil of not being proficient in Calc, Trig, Algebra, Combinatorics and Geometry still lives in our Asiatic world. Intead we’ll call one-knowledge and ‘two’ wisdom-yadda, yadda, yadda, add water and that makes us mathematicians? Nigga Please! The best 14 year old Math student in China would bust every Gods and Earths ass in real Math like Tom Brady Or Aaron Rodgers taking the ball 80 yards with 2 minutes left in the fourth! Actually our claim to supremacy in math has about as much credibility as a nigga who just came home from the joint and brags to all his homies how he was running things in prision when in all actuality he spent more time on his knees and on all fours. In the prison house of mathematics the Chinese run the mathematical cell block, the Germans, and the Russians. In order to claim 'supreme math' you have to be supreme at math and that's actual fact. Niggaz be puttin' sugar on shit and calling it cultural math. Math is math. what we do is cultural philosophy: supreme philosophy-the last place a nigga born in the wilderness of North America is trying to be, is in a college level math class. Don't nobody want to hear Em because these words I'm writing are dead fuckin' true. Snap out the comfortable Asiatic world of your supreme mathematical illusion and study Mathematics like a religion. Math is the only true religion. Real Math not cultural philosophy.

Branches of math hold ‘form’ and are like various relgions governed by rules-however branches of mathematics unlike religious forms are expansive. Mathematical branches in their nature have the potentiality to go on forever. I know niggaz who can’t be wrong, as if their subjective, relative truth is ‘be all-end all’-such individuals are truly out of tune with mathematics and science. All scientific and mathematical pursuits are endless and are without a ledge, it is religion in all its variety of forms that finds itself often at its ledge, stuck in the finite, stuck in ‘I’m right’, and Emblem is wrong. Religions in all its fucking forms is Self Righteous. Religions are like 'know it alls’ who love to hear themselves speak. Why is the Asian dude the quietest guy in the room and elevates above all others in math even above the self righteous’ ‘know it all’? I asked this nigga once if he knew calculus and he honestly told me ‘No’. I should have reassessed his claim of Supreme Math further-we should reassess our collective claim of Supreme Math in general. Don’t be the dude who postures when he comes home from jail, admit when your mathematical proficiency leaves a lot to be desired and has in fact been fucked by your own self delusion. Admit that Asians make our mathematical abilities look like that of the mathematical aptitude of mental midgets. Admit it, and let your admission be your Mt. Everest and then surmount the challenge of learning true math and true science from credible sources.

Em

EM Theory: We Don't Know Shit!

2011-12-27T12:18:00.000-05:00

Three years back I wrote twelve doesn’t equal three-making reference to the absurdity of the whole ‘All being born’ thing. My mind ‘questions’-that is just the type of mind that I have-It has always been that way. So what is ‘right’? Right is relative-relative to the consciousness that perceives it. My mind will never be in a box and I’m not gonna come off like I’m ‘right’ in absolute terms. My ‘right’ is to question and the question is an existential one. God is a construct of man's thinking, a projection and an invocation of man's mind: be God a mystery or otherwise-man is still man through all theological trifles. The consciousness of man projects a being and invokes a being. Man comes before God hence the humanly created letters 'G' 'O' 'D'. The intelligence of man conjures up via imagination and is curious to know; What the fuck is reality? Length, width, depth, and the intangible notion of time show forth the human experience. There are more dimensions. Dimensions that physicist have mathematically proven. M-theory shows and proves 11 dimensions. What are the implications of 11 dimensions upon the nature of consciousness? As far as consciousness goes we do not have an idea what it is-nor what it is composed of and as possessors of this mystical consciousness we do not understand it from a substantive point of view. We can surmise meaning but we do not have a clue as to what consciousness is-or its origins.

Questions take you to the ledge of your knowledge, and thus from an existential point of view, in terms of knowing we all stand on relative shaky ground. The mystery God based religions throughout the world speak of God as an observer of our reality, actually it speaks within the scope of M-theory and the multiplicity of dimensions in which reality is composed. Man projects this God’s benevolence, and religious rituals invoke this so-called God’s benevolence. All the rituals and the religions are based upon the insecurity of the unknown. Man who is a conscious being has no handle on consciousness itself-‘handle’ meaning that the human being has not ascertained the nature of consciousness. We can mate and make another human being and kill and take away another conscious human being, but we cannot create via science-pure consciousness itself. We have no idea of its ingredients, nor has man apprehended the meaning of the universe at large. We’ve observed stars, quasars, dark matter, and a host of other things out there in space but none has grasped the meaning of life in this universe. Is there a meaning to existence? Or is existence purely random? Theology via fiction writing designates meaning but we know theology is not science. The human mind is fascinating- in its writing of theological stories it establishes dimensions-not through math or physics but via supposition. Heaven, Hell and purgatory are projected dimensions by the religions of the world. The human mind is reaching on a slippery slope attempting to apprehend reality, our brain does its best to make sense of the world by making up, and defining existence.

The human being by nature searches for ‘truth’-truth is abstractly held as a model of reality that is indisputable. Human beings are still growing mathematically and mathematical aptitude is still for the most part very limited, and physics and quantum physics are still being studied in order to grab a hold of definition and meaning-but a truth? Naw yo! Few if any have touched truth. The collective human consciousness has grasped bits and pieces but for every bit and piece beheld as a fact of sorts this fact of sorts, branches off into an infinitude of more questions. The quantum level proves an integrated relationship between matter and consciousness. The ‘buckyball’ experiment in which electrons were shot through slits proved that matter behaves differently when consciously observed. Why? Human beings don’t know.

The big bang and three stages of darkness use to be my slam-dunk contest, because I use to come out of darkness like MJ going up for a dunk to explain creation. Shit has changed in my perceptions the more I learned about physics. The multi-verse theory has changed how I view three stages and even the membrane theory has transformed my perception of three stages. Sound plausable ideas will change relative truth. The initial aspect of three stages was Allah realizing himself in the darkness: the implosion, and the establishment of the first atom of hydrogen and then boom, Yadda, Yadda Yadda! Literally a star could have collapsed, formulated a black hole and opened up energy into this universe: One universe's vaccum is another universe's explosion. Possibilities transform the falsities and absurdities of absolutes.

Some may disagree, but the fact remains that Allah School doesn’t have electron microscopes nor do we have the know-how to make particle accelerators to test and observe matter on a microcosmic level. I feel we must observe the findings of the scientific community to obtain a deeper understanding of math and science.

Em

Supremely Subjective

2011-12-22T09:59:00.000-05:00

I dig scientific study, I wear no rose colored glasses, and I know the difference between Supreme Numbers and Supreme Math. White boys who build particle accelerators are dealing with high mathematics and high physics. Supreme numbers are good principles: Knowledge, Wisdom, Understanding, Culture Freedom, Power Refinement, Equality, God, Build Destroy, Be or Born, and Cipher. The re-entitled description for quantitative values are cool and provide one with some cool philosophical principles to think about amidst the mundane world in which we live. An organization can indeed be formed around such principles. Organizations have been formed based upon much less. Knowledge to born and cipher are however subjective in meaning and only apply to the user’s perception. The fact of the matter is-is that numbers have been re-named with philosophical terms. Are they universally objective, and a part of some inherent universal truth? Emphatically No! Fundamentally numbers have no personality, and no inherent qualities aside from their ability to describe the quantitative material based reality in which we live. Defining re-named numerical values as ‘Supreme’ is a subjective designation by the user not the scientific community at large.

Through the Wormhole; The Universe; and any other series or book about quantum physics-I have been consuming with a voracious appetite over the last year and what I’ve concluded about knowledge-is that don’t nobody know shit! One thing I’ve realized about science is that the more you learn-the more you must learn. For everything we know about the universe there are a thousand more things we don’t. On a quantum level it has been proven that matter behaves differently via conscious observation. Why?

‘Know it alls’ are funny because they really don’t know shit. None of us know the true nature of reality, and I refused to believe I know, because such a belief would bias further study. The Colored man builds on string theory, M-theory, the Multi-verse, time and also real math. Real Math and real physics fascinates the fuck outta me, and I admire all those who can really do real math and real physics regardless of their color because math is some amazing shit. You can call a number whatever the fuck you want, but if you can’t show and prove how it is suppose to behave when solving a complex math problem your answer is gonna be wrong as fuck. Your numbers are subjectively supreme to you-and you alone, but your math is only supreme when you can go to China and defeat their leading 12 year old math genius in an international math competition. I’m not one to pat myself on the back, but the above is the God’s honest truth. Very few people get what the fuck I’m saying. Why?

For the last 5 weeks I’ve been going to the Kingdom Hall to really put my finger on the religious mindset and I'm not combative, or attempting to bomb them with a whole bunch of catch phrases out of 120. Nobody does the knowledge like EM. Religion deals with a so-called ‘exclusive truth’ and is oblivious to objectivity. Religion can’t afford to be objective because it would become science. If we don’t want to be religious we better realize quickly that ‘one’ can also represent ‘Paper clip’; two can also represent ‘memo pad’; three can represent ‘stapler remover’; four can represent ‘desk and chair’; 5 can represent ‘lap-top’; 6 can represent time clock; 7 can represent ‘pay check’; 8 can represent ‘Supervisor’; 9 can represent ‘Friday’ and Zero can represent ‘Take your ass back to work Monday-and do it again'.

Truth is relative not absolute. When you get locked into the prison house of an absolute truth-you’re fucked. A true scientist is always expanding his scope and the root of his foundation's objectivity.

EM

Me & My Bitch

2011-12-06T06:25:00.000-05:00

Emblem in '88: Central State University

2011-11-25T16:37:00.003-05:00

Emblem (top left, glasses)

Emblem & Truth Allah at Brooklyn Pickle - Syracuse, NY

2011-11-22T18:29:00.001-05:00

From The Top Of Zag Mecca's Head Down To Her Intimate Toes

2011-09-12T12:53:00.001-04:00

Three Forths couldn't cover the sensuality in the Earth's melancholy eyes-eyes that contained a very old and an almost ancient pain. I could hardly detect with the naked eye the acute pain present in her eyes, nor could
I afford to set up a home and be complacent in the self absorbing vanity of being God. Nevertheless it was obvious in Her eyes that she wanted to holla. One piece has magnetic which means I patiently waited and just like I thought: she reached out to Me and was the first to say 'Peace'. Face to face I could see that Zag Mecca had a look in her eyes like she hadn't been fucked properly in a year. Poor Child!

Now Cipher! I wasn't jumping to conclusions or making up imaginary scenarios in my third, I simply called it from the jump and shit fell like a predicted dice roll. Her Majesty: the Queen, was definitely searching for something beyond her grasp, and so I came to Her relief and gladly put my Divine Eye within her reach. Feel me! And with the face of a Rude Boy I acted as if I was irritated and that somehow she was bothering me. So I pretended to be oblivious to Her perfectly proportioned face, and Her perfectly sculpted ass. I played the role of a blind man, acting like I couldn't see Her firm tits that seemed to stand-up and utterly defy gravity. Finally I stared at Her with a vile, comtemptuous and an almost vulgar look in my eyes that bluntly said, that if given the chance I would roughly, and ruggedly and thuggishly fuck Her brains out until she climaxed into a state of unconscious ecstasy. Word is bond.

My determined idea was to make the Planet Earth moan in a tone from deep within Her erogenous zones. Not a moan of sickness, dread or pain, b.u.t. a moan filled with a never ending perpetual ecstasy steeped in, and marinated in the juices indicative of orgasmic bliss-a bliss that would drive Her to utter sanity. And yes, I mean 'sanity', for it is the devil's civilization that has already driven Her insane.

After taking her from knowledge to born, and causing all that above and proving that my word is bond, there is nothing more beautiful than watching Zag Mecca sleep seconds after she cumz. She appears to be having a difficult time coming back from an orgasmic death. It's understandable because the Queen came to North America mad hard. I he I squared it frontwards and backwards and Her bookcase shook, then Her headboard broke, it was the Number One highlight on Sports Center. The current of air caused Her to struggle for breath like an asthmatic. Our bodies collided and crashed together violently which caused Zag to pull a calf muscle. So like a physical therapist I stretched her leg out and gently massaged it slowly in peace. Next Her toes curled to a cramp, so I sucked 'em one by one and tenderly eased the tensions of the most succulent toes Allah ever made.

"Don't touch me!" Zag Mecca shouted, exhausted, Her dome froze, and Her beautiful body temporarily paralyzed as she lay naked, helpless and openly exposed. If I would have touched Her one more time, it would have caused Her ecstasy to multiply at an exponential rate . Cee I Power Her so I respected the fact that she needed a moment to catch Her breath. Musa had a hard time and so did my Divine Eye. Zag Mecca wanted me to bring the movafuckin' ruckus. The Earth needed to feel God pushing deeper toward Her planetary core. It was a hard round drop in form and the dents my hail caused made Her sweet Power U literally perrrrrrr.

There was no sweet mathematical pillow talk after we fucked, we didn't 'build' on today's degree, nor did we discuss 120. I'm not a Ralph Tresvant pussy nigga who tells his life story to a bitch moments after a nut is bust who then cries like a baby in need of his ole Earth's tittie. All Niggaz and Bitchez gotta dysfunctional Surah somewhere in their Koran and it is unfortunate that hell is more often than not a true story.

Zag Mecca and I have refused to regress into a grafted cliche of white bread chicken shit honkey soap opera stars who confess their undying love for one another seconds after a fuck scene. We are not two crackers hiding our inadequate European genitalia under the covers in shame. Asiatics fuck on top of the sheetz. No Cliff and Clare Huxstable, husband and wife kiss good night. We'll let Mike and Carole Brady wear wool pajamas. Let the devils switch off the lights and impotently turn their backs to one another and lay butt to butt. Me and the Earth remain naked, with the exception of my Timz of course. Her Majesty wants to cum to North America Mad Hard once again. So I exclaimed to the Earth as Ali proclaimed to the world, "I'M A BAD MAN!"

"Oh My God Allah! Oh My God Allah!!!" She screamed. "Give me that Divine Eye !!!" Zag begged wildly. Sound travels at 1,120 feet per second and Her screams echoed off the walls. Even the terrific speed of light slowed to a crawl. Our bodies moved fast and vigorously b.u.t. yet it felt as if WE were fucking in slow motion.

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Do you like it slow like this?" I asked, physically demonstrating a slow and deep pelvic thrust with my Divine Eye inside of Her.

"Um shit!" She uttered erotically. The Queen loves that deep slow roll. "Fuck me in a circle like a cipher and do it slowly!" She tyranically demanded with Her top lip quivering in tantric bliss.

Cee Eye Power Her! Her Power I Cee! Cee Eye Power Her-Her Power I Cee! Cum to North America Queen! Cum! Cum! Cum To North America Queen. Yeah umhum! Give it back to me. Zag Mecca is not a lay down clown. My sweetheart can throw that pussy outta both legs. "You go girl!" I said as she snapped that pussy back.

"All Shit! God's about to take Jerusalem back?!" I hollered loudly like a Hip Hop performer hyping a crowd.

"Take Jerusalem God! Take Jerusalem Movafucka! Ahhhhhh shit! Take it from a bitch. Oooh shit put it deep in Mecca!! Deeper God!" She barked frantic orders with her long sexy legs and each ankle posted on either side of my ears. The heels of Her feet were perched snug on my shoulders. God's a teacher, so I make Her stretch out like a student taking Asiatic Black Yoga. I wiped the sweat distilling from her forehead, preventing it from getting into her eyes, then I tenderly kissed Her eyebrows, as we driped soaking wet in sweat from the heat of the un-airconditioned room. I wildly began sucking the two rolling hills of Her breast, momentarily I felt a false sense of security like a black baby nursing on it's delirious mother's delicious nipples moments after being born and seconds before the wrath of the nurse's pin. I sucked her breast with the wildness of a rabid dog's greed. Admittedly I had temporarily lost the knowledge of myself and lapsed into a
hedonistic self indulgence of beast life and shamelessly upon Her body, like a beast, I did feast. "Calm down!" I told myself. This was no time to fall victim to the mass of the total weight of Zag's sexy ass. I pounded deeper into the Earth's core, doing my best to touch Her bottom-the bottom of Her old soul. True indeed, Zag's an old soul.

"Stop! Stop! Stop!" In ecstasy she yelled.

"Word? You really want me to stop?" I asked, as if I really gave a fuck about the poor part.

"Hell no! Don't stop God!" The Queen screamed. "Faster! Fuck the shit outta me King" She yelled louder. I pulled Her dreads violently, soothing Her first nerve and providing relief from the stress of all things working on Her last nerve.

"Are You at your Highest equality yet?" I asked calmly. "Are You at your highest equality?" I sounded like a runner picking up speed. "You there yet?" I asked again, a tinge of impatience in my voice. "Elevate To Your Highest Equality!"I demanded. "Hurry up and cum! Are you there yet? Are you at the top of Mount Everest Queen?" I roared.

"29,138 feet high: 29,139 feet high; 29,140 feet high! Oh My God Allah I'm there nigga! Twenty nine thousand, one hundred and forty one fuckin' feet high!" Zag Mecca cried. "Oh My God! Oh My God Allah!" she sounded religious as she chased behind Her breath frantically striving to catch it.

"Climb that fuckin' mountain Queen! Climb Goddamn it! Climb!!!" I demanded. True indeed, I was driving Her up a movafuckin' wall, as I slow rolled the Earth damn near to a physical death. Pelvic collisions had Her eyes rolling in the back of her head.

"I'm cumming God! I...I...I'm Cumming! Almost! Almost!! I'm almost there! Don't stop! Don't Stop!! Yeah Right there! Fuck me Nigga!" She commanded me with the resoluteness of an unrelenting task master. We were in the Holy and undiluted sweaty cipher of an all natural Beast Life. Collapsing, we both lay naked, completely without shame, breathless, completely carnal and perfectly hedonistic. Not lust, instead a divine magnetic bond that imploded upon itself and then exploded like a class A-1 Super Nova in the night sky.

I starred intensely at Zag Mecca's beautiful face, watched it tense up and saw her eyes close tightly in an Anita Baker like, soulful rapture. She was Caught Up In The Rapture of Love otherwise known as a lusciously dripping wet orgasmic climax. After she came, a Zen like peace overtook her essence and Zag seemed to wander around in the meadows of Her own Mind. Her body is next to mine b.u.t. where is she? 'I God' don't speak her metaphysical language of ecstasy, composed in Her native tongue of a biblical psalm, sung as a nonsensical hymm of gibberish, which she mixes vulgarly with Her loud screams and foul mouth demanding that I Fuck Her Harder!. Damn! I asked myself, is the Earth having an orgasm or a tsunami? Something splashed inside of Her, an ocean of passionate lava began to flow on Her ocean floor. Zag isn't clumsy just Earthquake prone, so I held her in my arms as she shook. Confusions of ecstasy haunted Her womb like the Holy Ghost. Halelujah!

"I'm distilling God! I'm Distilling!" Her voice cried out in the highest octave, breathing wildly she expressed her orgasm in what seemed to be the last screams of a murder victim. The Earth rotated one hundred and eighty degrees and I predicted and punctuated Her renewed Koran like it was fine literature and Zag arched Her back and lifted that ass up and I starred at the crack of dawn. God loves slapping that ass!

I disconnected from Her and let Her have Her own axis back, glanced at Her outta my peripheral, it was as if Her body was 'dead'-'dead' like a physical death 'dead'. I lit a blunt causing clouds of Kush smoke to swirl as I mentally elevated in the emptiness of our righteous silence. Props to Jill Scott for her suggestion of silence. At that moment I pondered Her unknown chromosome, 'X' shows and proves the unknown. SEX is 'Seeing into the Unknown', and thus God stays deep in Zag Mecca with supreme high octane mathematical cream for The Planet Earth that I release deeply to Fat Her.

Her orgasm was stingy, she came to North America on some Self Savior shit. And Yo, that's okay, that'z peace, because I consider myself a 'giving' movafucka. Earth must Save Her Self sometime knawmean? I told Her, "Relax Queen! I'll get mine later, just lay back, and enjoy yours for right now. God is in the Kingdom and patience." Shorty is sexy as fuck and as I glimpse the absolute perfection of her toes, at that moment I realized if I died right now I'd be Good. When I first peeped Her, she had the kind of eyes that said, "Be gentle". I vowed to myself that if I ever get a chance to stretch that Queen out I'm gonna make rain, hail, snow, and movafuckin' Earthquakes. Nigga I trained for that Power U like I was signed to the Pacquiao fight.

Those sexy eyes of Herz can catch a nigga up, capable of softening the heart of any man who dare stare in Her Eyez too long and too deep, b.u.t. this true and living God got the eyes of a lion and I stared Her down, seductively undressing my lioness with my 'King of the jungle' eyes. I was prepared to Rule Her Power U Righteously in the midst of this Jungle Life. God knows every square inch of Her, and yes, true indeed Her pussy is crazy good, however Zag's greatest resource is Her Divine Earth Mind, which is indeed The Best Part. 'Sow' I 'Seed' the Earth's clay of Her fields of rich soil, watch the babies grow, and I smile as our stars of the universe reap the rewards of being mentally and physically healthy and strong.

I've pledged to build intelligently, extensively and intimately with the Earth and elevate Her to the High Mind of Her esteemed and Natural Self which is Planet Earth. Our Quran is not Triple X, or relegated to the raw animality of a good fuck-a good fuck is peace b.u.t. it's more than that: Me and Zag are so in tune with each other that she finishes God's thoughtz. Our Quran has taught US How to Build infinitely to no ending. God never beats Her over the head with dogma or religious doctrine instead I keep Her mind focused on the best part. Mecca is a place where 120 isn't mechanical, dogmatic or 'flagwaiverish', b.u.t. instead Her 120 flows smooth like an excellent Merlot made in a good year: utterly intoxicating. Supreme Mathematics get's Her higher than Grade A Kush and I instruct Her how to carry 120 organically, keeping Her Total Land and Water ecologically balanced and perfectly Peace in Equality since WE have recently planted our roots.

This is our story: Once Upon A Time..., how could I forget? Once the Queen asked me why I was so 'Beast Life'?! Because I would always whisper my filthy affairs in Her ear. Her naughty smile gave me permission to whisper some more of my dirty religion in Her ear. Zag might not admit it b.u.t. she knows deep down buried there she dug it! Ha!

God's animal SELF distilled down to the Queen sexually to the zone below HER navel. I'm a Million Dollar prize winning Pitbull with an enormous head. I'm from a pure blood line and a pristine pedigree and thus my high level of intellectual and mathematical refinement distilled down to a Beast Life at a terrific speed and I vowed that the Pitbull in me would fuck the shit outta the Pitbull bitch in Her. Fuck that goodie two shoez shit, flag waiving shit, dickhead swag shit, loudly, proudly and outta key singing 'She's My Queen' on some 'Coming To America' shit! Nigga Please! Corny can't cut it, so Movafuck it!

And like a dog I would eventually come to choke her, bite her neck, thighs, and pull her hair violently like I was striving to kill her. The moment after Zag Mecca first said 'peace' to me, I viciously bit my bottom lip nearly drawing blood, and vowed to one day pound that pussy like a Wild Beast. To Ravish Her; enrapture Her; strangle Her; rip the lamp's cord out the wall and bind her wrist behind Her Back and then tease Her to the point of madness. It was Her who begged me to be rougher, it was Her who introduced me to the smooth edges of Her boundaries; it was Her who displayed a penchant for the darkside, so I blew the moon from the Earth and God lit the Dark. A darkness that was void and without form and so I said, "Let There Be Light." And I shined light in lieu of the darkness that was pervasive in Her Mind and in light of the darkness it also meant that ME and Zag Mecca fuck wit the lights on. Ya Heard Me! Earth wanted me to choke her while I stroked Her and she ripped my back to shreds, 36 scratches from Her Majesty my Ferocious Lioness. We relish being in a primitive state of mind sometime, that part of the mind which is not refined, less evolved and not at all intellectual. It's the part of the psyche that doesn't over think righteousness or act like a prudish Puritan at the mere mention of the words 'dick' and 'pussy'. It's that part of the mind that 'just is' knawmean.

The animal in me treats Her body as prey and so she moans at the Mercy of my teeth. I bit Her neck greedily, taking Her to a place just before ecstasy and right before pain. I felt her last breath seconds before Her orgasm. As I watched her cum she seemed to die. Seriously, she gave an Oscar worthy performance. Zag came hard as fuck and damn near died. Her tremors seemed wildly epileptic, the tightening of her pussy around my Divine Eye was like a clinched fist, the beauty of Her legs arched gracefully outwards, reminding one of the enormity of a Great Bird's wing span. Her petite toes curled violently to a strangle. Zag Mecca is a Priceless work of art, utterly elegant to the naked eye; opening like a flower; stretching like a ballerina; delicate; fragile- and yet she screamed for me to FUCK HER HARDER!

"Fuck the dog shit outta me God!" she cried." And without hesitation I obliged.

Zag Mecca brings all my carnality to the surface, a stalking lover and lioness who brings out my wildest instincts in this North American wilderness. God bless Her: Making love; Fucking; Getting physical; Free Dome; Beast Life; Jungle Life; Filthy Affairs; Dirty Religion or whatever you want to label it-it is a study of the purity of my passion for Her: From The Top Of Zag Mecca's Head Down To Her Intimate Toes. A study of passion for niggaz and bitchez and the highest of sciences for Gods and Earths to know the ledge.

Her soft and warm skin was a road map for my hands to roam freely over Her sexy ass Hillsides. Why is water wet? Her R-O-P-E blindly binds my mathematical mind in from time to time. Her dirty religion is that she's gorgeous as a movafucka: sexually and sensually evocative and she's intelligent as Hell. Her Majesty has a haunting beauty that's startling to the eye; she's a hidden treasure leaving my mind at times buried there, and bound strangely to the prison house of addiction. We're addicted to each other; each other's guilty pleasure; each other's hedonistic indulgence and We do this thing called Living Mathematics with a sensual flavor all our own. It's the physical manifestation of a sexual meditation of a hardcore fuck. Me and The Queen righteously seek a conceptually concise definition of 'A Holy Fuck'. We fuck Hard, Go Hard, Build Hard and Love Hard. You gotta bring some ass to get some ass! God fatted her mind with the cream of
understanding, I properly drew Her up and distilled Her back so that the fertilized soil of Her mind will undertake the labor to raise the babies and Born the Understanding right and exact. I've vowed to keep Zag Mecca as happy as a lark and always basking in My light, My life, My heat, and My energy. Such is the duty of The Sun of Man.

Zag is the physicality of sexuality and the 'Nowaday' of all material reality. Zag is that in which you can grab, hillsides that God can hold, mold and pull apart. My duty as a civilized person is to teach Her that some types of agony are in actual fact utter ecstasy.

The sum of Her Koran are God's miles to measure; Her pain; Her peace; Her pleasure; Her tragedies and Her triumphs are written in Her eyes. How deeply can God see? God does the knowledge as it is my desire to Knowledge Her wisdom fully. How Her Koran unfolds is a mathematically predicted pattern. How she rotates at home and abroad is not based solely on 120, colorful headwraps; nor a vane display of fashioable three fourth refinement; or bogus attempts to say what she thinks that Her God or the next nigga in the cipher wantz to hear. All that above is mere window dressing. God goes to the gutz of Her and found Her gutz to be inarticulate b.u.t. mad honest on the Truth and Square. Her gutz are silent and never speak and yet it's the silence of Her gutz from which the well-spring of Her Wisdom gushes forth. The gutz of her mind and the gutz of her womb is the true meaning of 'The Lab' nigga! With 120 God teaches Her to discover the deepest nuances of Her Sexual weight and the trajectory of Her orbital rotation; Her speed; Her actual facts in all dimensions. I baptized the Queen, cleansed Her of the religious stench of Mystery God worshiping zealots. Zag has elevated and evolved into a High Scientist and Mathematician in Her Own Right. God keeps Her Mind scientifically and sensually stimulated, kinda like building on lessons while massaging Her feet.

So as I gaze upon her heavenly face, massaging her scalp gently, watching Her sleep, I whisper in Zag's ear softly, "Sweetheart this is not an Asiatic Mind Fuck, instead it represents the total square mileage of your internal cultivation. Your Supreme Alphabet, Your 120 and Your Supreme Math, 12 Jewelz and most of all the babies; and be that as it may-I need you to Sincerely Love Allah's Mathematics not for ME; or the NGE; or anybody else: B.U.T. for Yourself! I love you shorty!"

Peace,

EMBLEM

How The God Truth Blew A Hole In The Universe

2011-08-24T13:02:00.001-04:00

"Loud and Clear!" Truth uttered into the Droid, hitting the end button. The Phrase was a code. Truth was parked in front of Emblem's house in a rented blue Chevy Impala. Seconds after Truth hung up Emblem opened the front door. Truth came in with a brief case, Emblem sat at the dinning room table in a bathrobe, wiping sleep out of his eyes.

"You look like shit! Hangover?" He asked, attempting to guess as to why Emblem looked disheveled.

"Naw! I been up all night. Didn't get to rest until 7a.m. What's in the case?" Emblem asked, changing the subject.

"Your going to love this shit!" Said Truth, anxiously opening the brief case, revealing an assortment of exotic strands of Marijuana labeled in individual jars. "Nothing like it has ever been smoked in North America: Hawaiian Haze; Ultra-Violet Lambs' Bread; Authentic Afghan Kush; Colombian Guadalupe; AK-47. And this strain here, 'Crescent Moon' it came in second at the Cannibus Cup last year in Amsterdam. A puff of this will have you reading calculus text books for fun. It's a purely scientifically grown strain of sativa. White boy's at Cal Tech have been cross breeding and genetically enhancing and modifying the female seeds for years. And I also have this-this is called Zulu." A pregnant pause came over the room, Truth's voice cracked, a tear ran down his cheek and a frog leaped around in his throat. They were tears of religious joy: Truth was crying over the perfection of the strain he was holding. He held up an ounce of Zulu as if a glowing blue light surrounded it.

"This is the Holy Grail of Canibus Sativa. Grown from the red South African clay. Highest THC levels known to mankind. Marinating for millions of years in the womb of the Earth. It's closely related to Colombian Guatalupe but much stronger. It is said Shaka Zulu himself would puff this and see the souls of his enemies climb outta of their dead bodies after he slew them. 1600 dollars an ounce!"

"Give me an ounce of that Zulu and a half ounce of that Amsterdam Crescent Moon." Emblem said counting out 2200 dollars, handing it to Truth. "Roll a blunt of that Amsterdam Crescent Moon." Emblem uttered trying to wake up over a cup of coffee.

Truth always had a Dutch Master available and began to split it. "You can't sleep or something?" Truth asked making small talk while splitting the blunt.

"I figured it out!"

"Figured what out?" Truth asked.

"You ever heard of the 'Uncertainty Principle'?" Emblem asked, sipping his coffee.

"Yeah! Isn't that what physicist believe- something about-you can't know where a sub-atomic particle spinning around the nuclei of an atom is at any given point in time." Truth answered, dumping the guts of the dutch in a waste basket.

"That's about right. It's the principle which states that you cannot know either the velocity or position of a particle with infinite precision. The 'uncertainty' is the position and velocity of the electron at a singular point in time . It's the most essential component in order to grasp the complex nature of Quantum mechanics. Sub atomic uncertainty!" Emblem said, taking another sip of coffee with a dreamy aloof stare in his eye.

Truth was interested, but still didn't have a clue as to why Emblem was bringing up Heisenberg's 'Uncertainty Principle' at nine in the morning. With nimble fingers Truth broke the weed down with the steady hands of a brain surgeon, sprinkling the exotic marijuana evenly into the Dutch Master's shell.

"So Quantum Physics is causing you to have insomnia?" Truth guessed as he began to roll the blunt.

"Remember In 1996 when our weed spot got raided and I left town and went to Seattle?"

"How the hell could I forget? My parents paid a fortune in legal fees to keep me outta prison and never let me forget it."

"Well while you and your parents fought the case to keep you outta jail I went to Seattle to stick-up a drug dealer-any drug dealer. I had visions of coming back with a kilo of that Kurt Cobain grunge heroin. It was a dumb idea and a blind shot in the dark but I was desperate. I found a mark. He was a white boy sweating on the Greyhound. This white boy was nervous as fuck. My best guess was that he was in possession of Raw heroin. I wanted it to be something I could take back to the city, step on and get off. My hunch was that he had weed, coke, pills, or heroin? I was certain the white boy had something. He was sweatin' like an al-Qaeda terrorist with a trench coat on in August. So when the bus stopped in Seattle I got him alone, roughed him up a bit and took the whiteboy's book-bag and he had this." Emblem finished his sentence by sliding what looked like a cable box on the table.

"What da fuck is this!" Truth asked, picking the black box up, examining it.

"When I stole the box I didn't have a clue what it was. Look on the side." Emblem said prompting Truth to turn the box on it's side.

"USB socket. So!" Truth uttered.

"In 1996 there weren't USB cords or sockets available to the general public. Let me show you something." Emblem said getting up from the table. "Bring da blunt and follow me."

"Have you ever heard of Moore's Law?" Emblem asked Truth

"Naw! What the fuck is that?" Truth asked following Emblem down into his basement where he had a make-shift laboratory.

"It states that computer power doubles every eighteen months. It's all in the thin wafer-like transistors. Smaller and smaller transistors. Presently they still use Silicon transistors and UltraViolet light reads the chip and computes. The most advanced Pentium Chip has a layer ten or fifteen atoms across. Well the shorter the length of atoms across, the chip begins to abandon the laws of Newtonian physics thus making classical physics irrelevant. The smaller the chip's infrastructure becomes-the more it becomes a quantum computer. This is where the Uncertainty Principle comes in to play.

"Em I'm lost. What da fuck are you talkin 'bout." Truth said, blowing out cannibus from his lungs.

"A Quantum Computer's processing chip is small. Everybody is talkin' 'bout 'bits'- A quantum computer operates on cubits. Meaning a quantum computer is a much more powerful computer. It's all about the power of calculations. A quantum computer can find the square root of a number with 10,000 digits in the blink of an eye or faster. Truth I didn't steal a brick of heroin- I fuckin robbed the whiteboy for a prototype of a quantum computer. I didn't know I had a quantum computer until 2006. It took me ten years to figure out what it was."

"So what are you gonna do, sell it to a DJ or something." Truth said, forgetting to pass the Blunt.

"No. Look at this." Emblem pulled a white sheet off of what looked like a cross between an old fashioned phone booth and a gaudy leather sofa in a pimp's living room.

"What da hell is that?!" Truth asked.

"A time machine! There is no such thing as 'absolute' time. All events are labeled by a quantitative measurement called 'time'. Each observer understands time in a relative way. 'Time' is a very intimate and personal concept. Two clocks can be generally synchronized, but never exactly, no matter how harmoniously they appear to tick together. No two clocks can be exactly in synch. Even if two clocks read 2:54 for example-if you could measure down two a millionth of a second, or a trillionth of a second the clocks would differ by a few millionths of a second. So remember: all time is relative. Now pass me the blunt nigga."

Truth was frozen as he contemplated Emblem's words, slowly handing Em the dutch.

"Okay, so how is it a time machine?" Truth inquired with a furrowed brow.

"Peace! Einstein said that time travel requires a rocketship that travels faster than the speed of light. I don't have nor could I make such a ship. To make a ship travel at the speed of light would require infinite energy and consequently there would be an infinite expansion of the mass of the ship. So, I could've focused on undertaking the impossible task of building a ship that travels at the speed of light but instead I chose another route: reducing and translating the electromagnetic signature of mass and transporting it on the electromagnetic field into another time.

Giving the blunt back to a flabbergasted Truth, Emblem continued explaining.

"At CERN...-"

"What's CERN?" Truth inquired.

"The European Center for Nuclear Research. They can speed a subatomic particle to 99.99 percent of the spead of light, it seems Einstein was right: the speed of light appears to be the speed limit for the universe, in which case it would rule out time travel. But remember I told you about the uncertainty principle?"

"Yeah, yeah, the principle that states that you can't know the exact position or velocity of a subatomic particle. Indeed. I follow you." Truth exhaled the Ghanja smoke coughing like a tuberculosis patient.

"Well! With the quantum computer: the Uncertainty principle is no more. This computer can predict the exact position and velocity of every subatomic particle composing a given object. I then turn the booth on which runs an electromagnetic current through the inside of the booth. The quantum computer instantly translates matter into pure cubits of information. I use an electromagnetic charge to agitate every atom in the booth and thus dissolving you like a Star Trek transporter. But instead of transporting you to another place, it uses the electromagnetic field that is pervasive throughout space and sends your information into the past or future via the electromagnetic field. Transferring you from time A into time B. I punch in the coordinates of time B which equals the destination and voila: You're there! Let me send you 24 hours into the future. You're cell phone should work, call me from the future and tell me what the Mega Millions Lottery number is going to be. Lottery Jackpot is 307 million. When your in the future I will play the numbers that you tell me to play and just like that: We're multi millionaires."

"Why I gotta be the guinea pig. How come you don't go?" Truth asked.

"Because only I know how to work the Time Machine. Truth do you want to be a millionaire?"

"Hell yeah! Fuck it! Let's blow a movafuckin hole in the universe nigga, but first let's smoke a blunt of that Zulu!"

To be continued...

'WE HAD NIGGAZ'

2011-08-16T12:55:00.008-04:00

One day I over heard an Egyptian cultural cat preaching that ''Ra'-'Ra' shit'. This nigga said the Egyptians invented aviation and were the first to fly planes. Honestly, I haven't argued about mathematics, 120, or black cultural shit since the early born ciphers. I didn't give a fuck if the Egyptians invented flight or not. 'Ain't no' Dashiki's in my closet; 'ain't no wooden African statues of an abstractly shaped black man with an oblong head chucking a spear; 'ain't no' drums from Kenya; 'ain't no pics of Huey holding his rifle sitting in the chair; nor is there a pic of Malcolm X looking out his window waiting for killer F.O.I. to push his wig back. My only cultural boast is that 'IGod' culture is firmly embedded in my consciousness as a blunt reality. I base my life on mathematics and over the years I've learned that mathematics is about 'simplification'. So, in no way was I about to waste my breath building with a nigga romanticizing over whether Egyptians had airports and planes in ancient Khamit.

With a smirk on my face, my cynical expression said, "Get the fuck outta my face." Regardless of my facial expression the pseudo Egyptian dude continued to passionately build on rhetoric from the Ra Um Neffer Amen cult: "Hotep bitchez!". Psychologically it was obvious that he was searching for a hero! He needed someone to look up to! He never found anyone to fulfill his needs' and I'm sure that'z a lonely place to be and the WE HAD nigga found Ra Um Neffer Amen. Hey, whatever floats your fuckin' boat. I'm not impressed by Egypt or the great pyramids! Not at all! They had their 5 percent, 10 percent and 85 percent just like any other society. I'm sure they were just as corrupt. He claimed that there were hieroglyphic drawings depicting what could only be described as flying machines on the walls inside the great pyramids of Giza. As dude continued I could see that he needed an Egyptian Dentist much more than he did an Egyptian pilot. He was rocking a plastic anhk symbol around his neck, greedily digging in a small bag of goji berries, doing his best to show and prove the majesty of ancient Egyptian aviation.

I don't attempt to convert movafuckuz to IGod culture, I have a real true and living 'Fuck You' attitude in that regard. My philosophy is either an 85 nigga gets 'it' or he doesn't. I'm not one to bomb Sunnis, or Christians because of some insecure need to validate myself as God or show off what I know: In my opinion: if it ain't pure math-it'z up for debate anyway. I don't argue with F.O.I. to show and prove that 'IGod' culture somehow trumps NOI culture. Such behavior represents Asiatic Amateur Night At The Apollo.

When I hear co-workers talk about their love for Jesus it doesn't touch a nerve because I'm rather comfortable not lifting a finger if a nigga blindly believes Jesus Christ is somehow coming back to save his black ass. Shit! Christians are entertaining. On many occasions I have blazed an 'L', sipped cappuccino and listened to gospel. Good Music is good music and gospel really resonates when you're high and got Knowledge of Self! Sometimes I'll smoke weed and watch T.D. Jakes or Creflo Dollar: the ten percent at its finest. Them two niggaz be blood sucking it up and I can't even knock their hustle for real-for real! T.D. Jakes get niggaz hyped as fuck when he tells 'em "Turn around and touch somebody and tell 'em you feel a blessing coming 'round the corner!!!" Depending how good the weed is I'll be laughing my ass off when all them movafuckuz in the Potter's House Mega Church start touching each other. Cult shit and religious shit is funny as fuck sometimes.

I'm not gonna waste my time attempting to teach a Christian who's a member of a Mega Church, nor am I gonna teach a nigga eating goji berries screaming that Egyptians were the founders of aviation. Musa already had a hard time! Fuck a 'Hard time' arguing with a nigga who's talking about Egyptians invented 747s in whenever the fuck B.C.! Nigga please! I'm having a good time in life nowaday and I've earned my peace of mind after 22 years in IGod Culture. So my point is: that if there were planes in ancient Egypt, them Goddamn planes ain't flying around 'NOW'.

I don't seek a credit extension from The Historical Asiatic Credit Union based upon the cultural collateral of the existence of Egyptian planes or the ancient majesty of the Great Pyramids. Fuck 'WE HAD'-What have 'WE DONE LATELY'? When original people look at the pyramids many niggaz get all fuckin' misty eyed, and nostalgic because of how great our people once were. Sorry, b.u.t. I don't look at them triangle buildings in the desert with eyes welling up in tears. Sorry! I don't sing songs in 4 part harmony about how great Asiatic niggaz were once upon a time. Fuck enrolling in the ancient Egyptian Mystery systems of Ausar Auset and kissing Ra Um Neffer Amen's ass. We need more niggaz at M.I.T., Harvard, Yale, Columbia, Princeton, overseas exchange students and Historically Black Colleges and Universities studying math and science not Isis. Ancient Egypt is cool b.u.t. Em ain't falling victim to becoming misty eyed.

Yes, the pyramids are a marvel of mathematical majesty. Anytime you combine over 2 million stones together to make a pyramid in the middle of a hot ass desert that is a marvel indeed. The Pyramids are one of the Seven Wonders Of the World. They show and prove that the black architects who designed them had advanced in Math well beyond 'all being born'. There is however a flip-side to the mathematical majesty of the pyramids that movafuckuz fail to see. Firstly, the pyramids were built to reflect the grandiose egos of the Pharoahs who without a doubt all suffered from acute cases of megalomania. A Pharoah would make the most arrogant and narcisitic facebook and faggotty Youtube God appear relatively shy, unassuming and humbly submissive in comparison to His Royal Highness Pharoah.

A God nowaday is fortunate to have one good Earth, not only did this arrogant nigga Pharoah have more than one shorty, he expected all of his Earths, Concubines and servants to accompany his dead black ass into a sealed chamber within the pyramid in order that they could all travel into the afterlife together. That's some 'Angel Baby in the Wisdom Build degree' shit fo yo ass! All of the Pharoah's ho's were expected to go with him on the day he died. They were the first 'ride or die' bitches ever. I'm sure at least one chick in Egypt from the West Side said, "Hell to da Naw! Fuck that shit! I'm too young to die. I'm only 17. I got my whole life ahead of me. I want to go to ECC (Egypt Community College) and get my degree in Bizness 'menstration'."

We never think about that movafucka working on the pyramid for 15 hours a day without Medical or Dental, pulling a two ton piece of stone up a big ass sliding board. Egyptology niggaz are alwayz romanticizing about ancient niggaz. I can't stand when old men say Joe Louis would have beat Ali, so I damn sure don't want to hear shit about Egyptian niggaz who sware up and down that the average Pyramid worker had adequate medical coverage, dental, vision and Aflac. I bet money: if they ever take them goddamn triangle buildings apart they'll find bones between them movafuckin' stones. It won't be the bones of Pharoah wrapped in the freshest linen hemp mummy Rockawear gear. That bone will belong to Tyrone Johnson, an injured pyramid worker who lost his arm because it got crushed cuz a fuckin' rope popped and the scaffolding collapsed, causing a bolder to drop and crush his arm. Pharoah didn't pay not nare a nigga 'workmen's comp'. Don't forget: Yacob was born out of dissatisfaction, which means niggaz wasn't morally right and exact to begin with. Nobody wants to bring that shit up, everybody wants to talk about how Asiatic streets were paved with gold and how Footlocker had platinum Nike Sandals with a symbol of Ausar's Bull's head on the side. Nigga please! The truth is-is that a black devil is seven times worst than a regular devil. George 'Dubya's' devilishment ain't have shit on a Pharoah's devilishment. Understanding Wisdom in the one to forty builds on how the colored man's mental and physical power is nothing in comparison to that of the original man. Well, the Colored Man's devilishment is nothing in comparison to that of the Original Man either, especially when a nigga puts his mind to do some devilishment whole heartedly. Yacob was the Father of the Devil who taught the devil to do this devilishment, meaning every nigga humming that crack baby hip hop shit has an innate PH.D in devilishment. I'm not quick to romanticize about ancient Asiatics. Shit! Pharoah gave less than a fraction of a fuck that Tyrone lost his arm working on the pyramid.

Are we really so naïve that we believe that poor Tyrone who lost his arm working on the pyramid really received personal injury case money? Tyrone Johnson ain't get shit but an Egyptian cotton shirt with one long sleeve and one movafuckin' short sleeve. Do you think the Pharoah came to visit 'one armed' Tyrone while he was laid up in Egypt Mercy Hospital? Ramses stayed his ass in the crib with two bitches fanning him and another bitch feedin' his arrogant black ass grapes. Do you really think a supervisor on the Pyramid work site wrote you up if you weren't making your daily 'stone lifting quota'? Fuck a write-up, them movafuckin Supervisors on the Pyramids were worst than the overseers in slavery. I'd love to go back in time with a 'WE HAD' nigga and see him work just one 15 hour shift on an Egyptian Pyramid construction site, let alone a whole lifetime. Many people don't know that the name of Egyptian currency was the 'dingaling' and the average Pyramid worker only got paid 3 dingalings and 6 balls an hour meaning they got fucked! 'WE HAD' niggaz would be bitchin' and moaning, hymming and hawing before first break if they had to work on the pyramids. Fuck romanticizing about that 'Tehutti scratch your booty' bullshit. If ancient Asiatic niggaz was right and exact the colored man wouldn't have been made manifest in the first place.

And for those that scream that the White Man still ain't figured out how Original People built the pyramids, then you need to take a vacation to Las Movafuckin Vegas and stay your black ass at the Luxor Casino and Luxury Resort Hotel. It has 2500 fuckin rooms with Hieroglypics as decoration, a Sphinx in the main lobby, luxury suites with hot tubs, four star gourmet restaurants, Black Jack, Poker, Slots, Shiatsu Massages, Deep tissue Massage, Saunas, Crap tables, off track betting, multiple swimming pools, inexpensive buffets, room service, shows and free movafuckin drinks for as long as you can afford to put nickles in the goddamn slot machine. It's all happening in a triangular shaped building within a real live pyramid in the desert of Las Vegas. So no, the colored man ain't figured out how to fit 2 million 2 ton stones together in the middle of the desert but that movafucka sure did figure out how to have a good movafuckin time in the desert.

'WE HAD' niggaz are an emotional drag and if you keep them around you-you will soon be a depressed drag too. Keep them 'WE HAD' niggaz out of your circumference.

In His Own 'GOOD TIME', meaning have a good time being God and Earth and don't be a humorless dumb fuck!

Peace

Em

Time Is The Mind

2011-08-16T12:48:00.000-04:00

Time does not exist without the mind, meaning consciousness must be present to percieve time. All existence is predicated on awareness. Knowledge is awareness, and knowledge is the foundation to existence. Physcist have established that space and time are one, if space and time are one then the mind is a spatial phenomena, proving the omnipresence of the All pervasive and ever aware mind. There is no existence without consciousness and conciousness is critical to all mass, matter and motion.

Realization is perpetual in the universe, as constant elevation is the eternal discovery of One's Self. One consciousness exist, and all is one. The illusion of fragmentation, and differentiation is only as real as you percieve it to be. On Earth we appear to be individual beings and to some extent the perception of being an individual is true. Our individual truth is relative to our own self.

Many talk about the collective consciousness, including myself and to know what that is is to know how temporary the individual being is. The fragility of who we are is shown through the passage of time. Time being the Mind means the Mind is discovering it's own Eternal nature forever and always. Individuals are mere models and vehicles. If you can control the mind, you control space and time. Time, Mind and Space is all one, We all are literally 'ONE'. All conscious beings actually compose one Grand Being. All things from the smallest realms: hadrons, leptons, gluons, quarks, w-bosons, photons, protons, and electrons are not only constituent parts of atoms, they are pieces of the Self, and aspects of consciousness. Everything, meaning 'all matter' is to some degree aware. Even a rock! Awareness is relative by eternal degrees.

Why Is one Conciousness in sole occupation of the entire Universe? What is the purpose of life, consciousness, time and matter? One being is experiencing Self in a variation of forms through space-time manifesting as matter. God is Thinking!

How are problems relative to the experience of the mind? Problems are created by the mind in order to bring forth it's infinite qualities within this universal consciousness by way of solutions. Problems and solutions are one consciousness, not two, and not flipsides of the same coin. It's the perception of separation of the problem from the solution that appears to make them different and it is this difference that makes more problems and more solutions over Time.

So what is the human being's relationship to the Mind? Expression! An intelligent being realizes it's connection to the mind by way of intelligence. Consciousness travels from the multiple dimensions(M-Theory/String Theory) of the sub atomic realm into the atomic realm, to the chemical realm, and to the biological/organic realm in order to come into this dimension of Space Time. The organism contains a mathematical nature which act as orders of operation. The Being realizes Self as One with that conciousness that initially came through the Sub-atomic realm. The Mind has been present every step of the way. Time is a measurement of space. The human being has constructed instruments: clocks, sundials, etc. and thus has the ability to abstractly measure time, proving that time and mind/consciousness are inextricably intertwined. Time is the Mind because no time can pass without an observer. Your observation of the Universe makes the Universe real.

Without consciousness there would be no Universe. Without consciousness there would be Nothing. Consciousness always has been and always will be and there is no such thing as 'No-Thing' there is Some 'ONE'. Einstien called this Some One 'The Old One'. How can something have no beginning nor ending? In life we see what appears to be death: there is no real death. Cognition dies, and the individual is no more, however the forces that compose the individual are eternal. Human Cognition is the processor of this eternal consciousness. The brain/processor contains the organic biological mechanics to realize self. Advanced cognition allows the being to realize it's Self in others, and as consciousness further advances via cognition eventually this consciousness realizes it's Oneness with the 'ALLNESS' of Self.

Barriers to this self realization are perpetual as consciousness has no beginning and is itself perpetual. The barrier or problems in life establishes the path to the solution. Realizing that TIME, MIND and SPACE are ONE is an essential component to the Path to higher self realization and solving the problems of life and eternity. Make matter move with your mind in time.

Peace,

Em

God Of A Universe Of Possibilities

2011-08-16T12:37:00.000-04:00

I wrote a blog on quantum physics approximately two months ago and I didn't feel it was well written. The blog did not explain what I wanted it to explain. Also Quantum mechanics is so utterly mind bending, that someone who doesn't have a general understanding of quantum physics could not begin to comprehend the blog. Quantum concepts would take my readership out of the loop and I didn't want that. So, I thought it would be best to add some things before publishing this particular blog. The following is the finished product.

"The 'Now' can't possibly affect the past-the 'Now' can only affect the future." says traditional physics. When we examine past Koran all past events add up to that which we define as the 'Now' or 'Now-a-day': it makes perfect sense in the observable world. If you walk into a room and Emblem is standing over his enemy with a bloody sword and my enemy's head is rolling on the floor you can conclude with relative certainty that I murdered my enemy without having had actually witnessed the exact moment of my enemy's decapitation. On a quantum level, the past is not definitive. Quantum physics shows that no matter how thoroughly you do the knowledge to the 'Now' that the past(first zig) is indefinite, just as the future(second zig) is indefinite. Yeah, I know what your thinking, and I assure you that I'm not smoking anything. I've been researching the hell out of Quantum Mechanics and it is an amazing 'Mind-Bend'. I've heard all the old Gods say "As above so below.", I've said it before many times myself, however Quantum physics has for the most part discounted 'as above so below' and concluded from the tested observations of quantum laws that the quantum realm does not behave in accord with the macroscosmic laws governing the universe, and yet, these quantum laws dictate the fixed laws of the macroscosmic universe. Quantum laws act kinda like parents who tell their children "Do as I say-but not as I do!".

In the macroscosmic Universe we travel from point A to point B; in quantum physics a particle does indeed travel from point A to point B, however said particle takes every possible path at the same time, which implies that one object can exist in multiple places simultaneously. That is some pretty trippy shit-trippy shit that implies that at least on a quantum level the Universe has no singular Koran(history). So if we hold to the traditional Zig Zag Zig model of time and factor in the idea of 'as above so below' it implies the existence of multiple histories and Korans, meaning that an infinitude of possibilities were predicted and prescribed in the year one.

Quantum physics says that the year one is point 'A' and all observable events that lead to point B(Now) is not a straight line of events b.u.t. instead events take every possible alternative route at the same time. The Universe holds every possible history and every possible future and each event has it's own probable outcome. As crazy as this sounds and you can put me in a straight-jacket and commit me to the Matteawan Hospital for The Criminally Insane for saying this, b.u.t. Emblem is the President of The United States in an alternate Universe: Crazy ain't it!

Before I Build On Werner Heisenberg and the 'Uncertainty Principle', it may be important to note that some Gods and Earths may have their suspicions regarding colored scientist, colored mathematicians and the study of quantum physics. They may discount colored scientist and have their apprehensions of the colored man as dabbling in trick-knowledge to once again fool Original people. Those Gods and Earths do indeed have that right. Their suspicions and apprehensions are indeed warranted, however I think it is imperative to study science and the contributions of all scientist, mathematicians and quantum physicist and admit that the colored man over the past 5 centuries has been scientifically more progressive than original people in the Wilderness of North America and all over the Planet Earth. The Nation of God and Earth have very limited scientific resources and instrumentation to experimentally test anything, so I think it would be wise to study existing scientific theory and the History of European science in order that we may elevate as a Nation. Nations learn from other Nations: Divine or Destroy. Enough said!

In 1926 Werner Heisenberg formulated the 'Uncertainty Principle' which multiplies the uncertainty of the position of a 'particle' by the particle's velocity, regardless of how powerful our computational abilities are or how great our observational capacity-we cannot know the exact position of an electron spinning around the nucleus of an atom at any given moment in time. The system of that atom determines it's future state through a process that is essentially itself uncertain and alludes to an infinite amount of possibilities. Einstein did not like such an idea because it suggested that God shoots dice, however the Math and the Physics bare witness to the fact that Allah did and does shoot dice.

Quantum physics at face value seems to pull the rug from up under what we define as 'Natural Law', b.u.t. instead it modifies how we perceive reality. The idea of 'Determinism' becomes a tranformative point of view: Any given cipher of things in a given moment in true I master equality with an applicable law of nature determines multiple probabilities of a multiplicity of possible 'futures' and possible 'pasts' instead of one singular past or outcome of future events. It is the implication of the uncertainty principle which bends the mind-it literally suggest that any given atom has the probability of being in multiple places at a singular moment in time.

Richard Feynman formulated a mathematical expression defined as 'The Sum over Histories' which reproduces all the laws of quantum physics. It suggest that the Universe doesn't have a single history b.u.t. instead every possible history, implying 'God of a Universe of Possibilities', and God of Alternate Universes and God of the first and second Zig. Fuck with that quantum shit and you'll dig it. It will create mental dexterity indeed.

Peace

EMBLEM

Forever A Newborn

2011-08-16T12:23:00.000-04:00

Having a mindset of a newborn defeats the toxicity of eldercentricity. The young tend to be idealist, their exuberance and energy if directed properly can bring about transformation-a transformation that would free an imprisoning mindset.

Separation makes devil, so the intent of this writing is not to create difference or separation, instead this writing is for the sole purpose of better understanding the distinctive personalities within the spectrum of IGod culture and what I feel is the ultimate mindset which is that of a 'Newborn'.

To deny that distinctive personality types exist in IGod culture is to be naïve. The idea of typology as it pertains to those that deal with Supreme Mathematics, Knowledge Wisdom Cipher and Supreme Alphabet is very real. As human beings we all have unique peronalities-which is beautiful, however in some cases our originality as individuals may in some instances lead to disagreements, arguments, disdain, and in situations too far gone; hatred and infighting. An advocated society is undoubtedly politically complicated, psychologically complex, and full of a myriad of personalities. Their is bound to be negativity in the midst of a broad situational group dynamic. It's unavoidable. Personally, I'm not fond of smug types, 'know it alls', Self-Righteous Pope types, or those that play 'Father trivia', 'First Born' Jeopardy, dick riders, name dropers, and the most common: legends in their own warped minds, who tyrannically and delusionally proclaim their cee as the only cee. They get on my movafuckin nerves. Also enlighteners and educators who make flunkies instead of intellectually independent Gods and Earths.

I advocate that one emerse themselves in the pages of their own Qu'ran, develop their own cee, and how this math applies to them and their lives specifically. Also, I'm an advocate of the commonality of cause. Learning thyself is one of greatest lessons one can realize from this culture, and that is in my mind the greatest advancement.

The mechanical robot, the regurgitating parrot, and those who are infactuated with religious posturing are in my mind fundamentally flawed. As individuals and also as a general body 'WE' each manifest a portion of that Universal Consciousness meaning accepting ourselves means to accept others. The understanding that their is no plurality in Allah is a critical point in growth and development. Why? Because it tunes Self deeper into the reality of Self. We lose that relationship with Self when we allow go-betweens to define us or label us. A trader making an interpretation about you, to you-is not peace. A go-between who punches your 'God' ticket, validates your parking in the 'knowledge of self' parking lot and stamps your God or Earth I.D. card is not peace. Impressionable minds may fall victim-if they are not in good hands. Few hands are good nowaday.

In the group dynamic intricate politics are bound to emerge potentially establishing a ridgidly structured religious entity. IGod culture is Organic, because it directly relates to the self. Go-betweens lust for power and status, usually using their years months and days in this culture as some sick, twisted form of leverage over a young man's or a young woman's mind: 'Guilty'!-Been there-got past that.

A weirdo once told me he'd been in this culture for 34 years-he was bragging, wagging his tail, and posturing. At that moment I knew then that that would never be me, and I proclaimed myself forever a Newborn!

To be in awe of how much you don't know is the nature of a Newborn, such is an ideal state of mind that efficiently places your ego in a chessgame's 'check'. I will never be an elder in IGod culture. Elders are old! I got 120 wisdom wisdom years ago-so what!!! I force myself every morning to look at my lessons like I just got them an hour ago. Never lose the excitement of being God or Earth and Newborns have that naturally and its beautiful.

Peace,

Baby Em

Crying Over Asia's 'Spilt' Tittie Milk

2011-08-06T15:42:00.000-04:00

In the mid to late 70's my uncle Phillip and sometimes my mother would take me to the movies to see either Bruce Lee or the latest Black Exploitation flick: Dolomite; or some Mack shit. Black exploitation flicks introduced black female nudity to America. Audiences were guaranteed to see a nude black woman during the course of these poorly made films that usually depicted black life in a negative light. These films would almost always show the titties of a black woman during love scenes between her and her leading male counterpart and amazingly their afros remained perfectly picked during and after these hot and steamy love scenes. When titties flashed across the screen my uncle or my mother would cover my eyes and I'd squint, slightly adjusting my big ass head to see between the tiny gaps in either my uncle or mother's fingers. Trying to be slick ultimately paid off and my eyes beheld a most glorious sight: A black woman's tittie balls. The sight of these tittie balls took my breath away and made my heart beat faster. My young mind was hit with a barrage of images-images that shook me to the core of my seven year old baby nuts. At eleven years of age I got a hold of an anatomy book and learned that the proper name for 'tittie balls' is 'Areola'-'A small circular area, in particular the ring of pigmented skin surrounding the nipple'. Many years have passed and I still find myself fascinated with areolas and how they command the attention of two bullseyez: two black and proud nipples pointing North. These 'Blacksploitation' images of titties have literally seared themselves into my brain and the combination of my uncle Phillip or mother putting their hands over my eyes to prevent my retinas from receiving the light of vital tittie ball information perplexed my seven year old mind a great deal. Why did the adults block my eyes from receiving the powerful light of the tittie balls? Whyyyyyyyy Damn it!? Why! Maybe titties were bad? As a child I connected titties with that which was 'Nasty' or as my aunt would say, "Fresh"! A voice deep down inside of me whispered, "Titties are Good. Titties are not 'Nasty' or 'Fresh'-titties are natural."

As a young boy one of the first songs I learned was 'Ain't your mama pretty'. It was a song that me and my gang of eight year old fellow slumdogs would sing together over and over again as we roamed up and down our narrow North Philadelphia street. We were all fascinated by areolas, and/or, tittie balls. We walked around the neighborhood singing, "Ain't your mama pretty she got meatballs in her titties and Bacon and eggs between her legs-ain't yo mama pretty" It was a beautiful 'coming of age' song, filled with joy, wonder, inspiration and hope that we too, would one day, touch, and feel a real live tittie ball.

For Indigenous original people of the Earth who lived in tropical climates, titties were a common sight in tribal villages. Titties were no big deal because indigenous people interpret 'Titties' as the part of the woman that supports the existence and the perpetuation of life. Titties are viewed by Original People as physiological appendages used to nourish the future. When we make the sole psychological association of titties with sex and dismiss that titties have raised generation after generation with nourishing milk it means that a portion of our thinking has been made 'other than self'. In a pure state of nature, titties 'in and of themselves' shouldn't cause male arousal. Indigenous women walking by a group of men discussing village matters weren't distracted by a fabulous pair of knockers, nor did the men harass women with vulgarity, whistling, barking and other obscenities. The sight of titties wasn't nothing but a thang! Why? Because her breast belonged to her future children. The natural culture of Original People held titties as sacred. Boys growing up in Original Asiatic Culture saw their grandmother's titties, mother's titties, sister's titties, and their neighbor's titties. Titties were present and pervasive in Divine Culture. It was the prudish religious values of the European that made titties 'nasty', sinful, and a source of lust, social anxiety, shame and insecurity.

Europeans viewed the nakedness of Original People as savagery, referring to them as animals, and 'primitives'. Original People did not have a negative perception of their bodies, black people are natural to the Earth, and so to look at nakedness in a negative light is a culturally learned behavior that is unnatural. When it is 117 degrees in the 'African' shade, nakedness is the original air conditioning. Nakedness is not primitive, but on the contrary, communal nudity amongst Original People embodied a high degree of refinement and civilization. Can you imagine what would happen if every woman in New York City stepped out of her home revealing pair after pair of New York boobs? It would be a massive riot! Fights, rapes, murders and craziness would ensue as the city would indeed explode in mayhem. This is because the baseline norms of refinement in Devil Civilization is nothing in comparison to the baseline norms of refinement in Divine Civilization manifesting in a natural state. 'Lust' is a non-factor for indigenous people living in harmony with nature, simply because sexuality in Divine Civilization is as natural as air- 'air' that is free of the pollution of European sexual deviance. When a grown man: black, brown, yellow or white who has been raised in 'Modern' Western Civilization sucks a tittie he is unconsciously regressing into an infant crying over the 'spilt' tittie milk of Asia. He's mourning the nourishment that he misses or and warmth he is unconsciously seeking as a Big Man. If a man sucked a tittie in Divine Asiatic Culture it was a meditatative solicitation to the universal Black Mind for the successful conception of a Child. Devil Civilization has short-circuited this meditative prayer of fertility and 'conception' with the warped desire of lust(savage in the pursuit).

The Judeo/Christian disposition toward sexual deviance is revealed in the first Biblical story in Genesis: Adam and Eve bite the 'Apple'(Fruit) and realize that they are Naked. Original People didn't legislate a law for 'indecency'-because they didn't understand their bodies as 'indecent'. Nudity was not a problem, and thus such legislation prohibiting nudity was not essential for daily life in Original Asiatic Culture. Lust is a weakness that is the result of an unnatural genetically modified brain that has been made weak with a leaning toward deviance (wickedness). Satan is depicted in Genesis as a tempter-tempting with the promise of becoming as gods, proving his ways and actions are like those of a snake of the grafted type.

It was Musa(Moses) who brought sexual law through his edicts regarding civilization to the semitic Jew; Muhammad brought sexual law to the semitic Arab, and Jesus taught the Gentiles against lust in the New testament/Gospel. Sexual deviance in all of it's variations now-a-day was not broad in Original Culture because natural people living in harmony with nature didn't have proclivities toward unnatural acts. The sexual objective in Original Culture was primarily to have offspring. I'm not suggesting that sex for Original People wasn't a source of enjoyment, it was, however it was properly prioritized in the psyche as an integral part of daily life. Sexual enjoyment took its rightful place with the pleasures of music, dance, food, art, spirituality, agriculture, family, community and ultimately this was Divine Civilization at it's highest. Sex had an honorable and healthy place in the society founded upon the principles of High Civilization.

The religions of Devil civilization teach that the human body is a source of moral weakness as they are quick to make it known that the 'flesh is weak'. The flesh is not weak-it is the European paradigm of Devil Civilization as it pertains to sex that is weak.

During this recent heat wave I've decided to get in touch with my own Asiatic roots and instead of rocking Nike shorts and Timz as usual, I have chosen to rock several elaborate leopard, tiger and lion loin cloths sent to me from one of my readers in Ghana, also I have painted my body with traditional West 'African' Warrior paint. I put my Timz away and have decided to go barefooted for the duration of the summer. I shocked my co-workers when I showed up to work Last Friday wearing nothing but a Tiger skin loin cloth, no shoes, with my face, arms, and chest painted with Fulani warrior paint and a necklace made of authentic Panther teeth around my neck. I was told to report to Human Resources immediately where Mr. Simms, the HR director was shocked to learn that I had an extensive understanding of the United States Constitution and that I was well within my constitutional right to wear cultural/religious attire. It was too hot to be walking around in European attire. Mr. Simms avoided the lawsuit and told me that I could remain in my cultural attire but that I could not have a spear on the premises because it violated my job's policy on weapons in the workplace. I put my spear in the trunk of my car and finished the rest of the day wearing nothing but a Tiger skin loin cloth.

Nakedness is not lewd, it was an environmental and cultural norm. As a child I looked at the National Geographic magazine a little harder when there was a picture of a naked tribe's woman . 'Wow! Titties'. Nakedness was unalike because I was raised in North America, indoctrinated in Devil Civilization where titties are seen in an erotic light, customarily invoking the core passions in little boys and big men. That is a psychological shackle that needs to be removed from our minds if Original People are to ever live in the peaceful confines of Divine Civilization. We must not only be comfortable with our own bodies, we must be comfortable with the sight of each others body. Can you imagine an annual Show and Prove with Titties out? It would truly show and prove that as a Nation WE have truly elevated to a high level of refined civilization. For that day when we reach high civilization: I Fast and Pray.

Europe is not in the tropics and clothes are important because it's cold. Historically Europe has made fashion a big deal and how an individual was dressed marked his or her social status and position. When the European Crown and other private financiers patronized expeditions at sea, sailors often came back with stories of naked savages. The nakedness of the original people caused Europeans to look at Original People as if they were uncivilized, over sexed animals, lacking a knowledge of Christ. The openly visible titties of Original women blew the colored man's mind. The naturalness of Original Women all around the world made the colored man consciously and unconsciously struggle between the lust for titties and the love of God-The Father, The Son and The Holy ghost. The colored man's lust for titties won in the end, over his love of Christ, and he physically, psychologically, politically, and economically raped every woman and every man of every color, race, nationality and ethnicity on the Planet Earth all in the name of 'Tittie balls', Greed and devilishment, also stealing the natural resources of the natives. Ain't that a bitch!

I am taught that Original People have been made other than themselves so how we respond to the sight of tittie balls may show just how we've been made other than our own self. A strip club is a moot point in the naturalness of Original culture. North America, and most of the Western World dominated by Devil Civilization have twisted the proverbial nipple of nourishment and turned it into a nipple of lust.

When the colored man came in contact with indigenous cultures he had the opportunity to glimpse what was hanging from the leopard loin cloths of Original Men. While the Black Woman is an object of lust for the colored man-the Black Man is an object of envy-specifically: penis envy. In an Asiatic village, Divine I's swung relatively freely. So between Original Women with their breast exposed and the white man witnessing the original man's dick swinggin near his ankles it created a deep sense of anxiety, insecurity and jealousy in the colored man; the Arab, and the Jew. If an Arab saw that a black man's penis is twelve inches it's only natural that the Arab man would cover his woman from head to toe in four/fourths. In Hip Hop this is called handcuffing your bitch. This is the unconscious and hidden reason why the 'religion' of Islam covers women to the extreme. The last thing an Arab needs is a whole bunch of black ass movafuckuz coming up from North Africa with 12 inch cocks asking, "Where da party at?!" Semitic Arabs were insecure and thus religiously mandated that Arab women stop belly dancing and that if they even look at that nigga with the 12 inch cock it's adultery and Arabs were and still are prepared to stone a bitch if they look at a picture of a nigga in a magazine. A chick in Iran was recently put to death because a picture of Chris Brown was found in her wallet. Shame!

The multi-billion dollar porn industry proves the colored man's fascination with sexual deviance-a sexual deviance that is based on his own sexual inadequacy. The human body is a source of indecency in Judeo Christian religion including 'Islam'. Those religions are un original expressions of Original life. These religions define the human body and sexuality as lewd. Generations of Original People in the Wilderness of North America have purchased into the sexual Paradigm of Devil Civilization and the colored man's nature of lewdness and shame intertwined with his warped sense of sexuality. As time passed Western Sexual values have now hard-wired themselves into Original People. Most Original People throughout the world now view sex through the eyes of Colonial white men who conquered, pillaged, stole, exploited, and subjugated the natives. Acculturation means a dominate culture has absorbed a weaker culture and the values of the dominate culture now shapes the values of the weaker culture. The values of devil civilization now shapes our attitudes toward sex and is precisely why my seven year old eyes squinted and strained to get a glimpse of the Original Foxy Brown's titties. The colored man grafts what is natural into that which is unnatural, making most people savages in the pursuit of happiness and thus turning sex into a source of shame and lust. Western Civilization has taught the world to associate nakedness with savagery, primitivism and deviance in order to make our people believe the people of the 'African' continent are all savages. Nakedness is a mark of high civilization and it is grafted men who have the psychological 'hang-ups' regarding body image. When faced with the psychological problem of body image, the colored man turned lemons into lemonade and established a Eurocentric standard of beauty and sold this standard to every woman of color on the Planet Earth. This massive propaganda campaign took place via the European trading posts of Paris, France: The Fashion Capital of Devil Civilization. It was a psychological campaign so dastardly that it literally mind-fucked every Original woman on the Planet, easily becoming one of the most destructive pins ever placed in the collective heads of Original People.

Peace,

Emblem

What I-God Culture Means To Me

2011-07-30T13:54:00.000-04:00

We are not all different, however the distinction between I-God Culture and the formalized context of a National theatre is obvious-at least in my mind it is; A oneness with the Eternal Black Mind; Knowledge Wisdom Cipher; Supreme Alphabet; Supreme Math; and honoring the Father, first born and prominent elders in a way that is not cult-like-b.u.t. respectfully befitting of those who have laid the foundation of this mighty Nation with equality. I God-Culture has taught me to be progressive and to constantly elevate in my Personal Understanding as it pertains to I Self Lord And Master and the reality of the science of Everything in life.

One aspect of the Knowledge Culture degree in the Supreme Alphabet is 'Nation'. I Knowledge the Culture and Cee that with the idea of 'Nation' inevitably comes Politics. Politics is about 'Power' and the distribution there of. Knowledge add Culture indeed equals Power. Born out of Knowledge Cipher agendas are subtle and hidden quest for political Power and influence over those psychologically immersed in, and subjected to, an established national structure, format, and framework (the 85 Percent). Rules, regulations and laws establish acceptable and unacceptable standards of conduct and injunctive norms for this divided conquered segment of the population. The 85 Percent manifest on every plane of consciousness-as there is an 85 Percent, 10 percent and 5 percent even amongst the 5 percent. The individuals that make-up the 85 percent blindly pledge allegiance to doctrine, and dogma above that of science and math. 'I-God Culture' is as far as my allegiance goes and all other peripheral political elements, societal by-products, and nationalistic outgrowths are nothing incomparison to living out I-God Culture in the quiet of one's mind as well as in the activism of one's wayz and actionz in daily life.

The psychology of the Human being has a tendency to make religion and with so many religious elements in daily life, God and Earth must be careful not to fall victim to becoming a religion. I want no parts of anything that reeks of religious or cult-like behavior. I-God Culture recognizes that the Student, Enlightener/Educator, Group, Cipher, Community, Society, and Said Nation should all be the reflection of the Self Perfection of I God Culture which shows forth Divine Freedom of Mind, and the Divine Freedom of Will.

What does I-God Culture embody in my mind? An edgyness distinguishes US from the prim and proper, 'know it all' stuffy types and non-progressive traditionalist. The edgyness of this culture has protected US from those who've wished to be 'Pope-Like'-as if their pseudo-religious decrees laced with rules were final. This rebelious edgyness is an important part of our cultural fabric and collective genius. A fusion of rebeliousness and genius is the saving Grace of this Culture. Our Self Styled Wisdom is as unique as each individual's finger prints, which Proves that every single God an Earth are all 'Original' and each possessing his or her own unique flavor.

The High Science of a Universal Parliament in my view is to prescibe and weigh Supreme Mathematical Law. The inactment and execution of Supreme Mathematical Law is performed via the forum of I God Culture. HE is GOD who is the SUPREME LAW who is 'JUSTICE'. Parliamentary proceedure compels us to seek the Wise Counsel of those Gods and Earths whom we respect and to whom's social equality and understanding we hold in high esteem in either situations of agreement or disagreement. However, after such advocation, 'Bymyself' is what Living Mathematics distills down to at the end of the day. Born Alone Die Alone.

A King's word must be bond to life in order to Rule as Lord, I, He, God, Father and Allah-all of which are equal to Multiple Dimensions Of Self and Savior. Accepting Self As Savior means that WE make personal choices from our own invidual Right Angle of The Square with both regard to, or regardless of Council's advice. Each individual has a unique right angle. This means IGod AM JUSTICE and the manifest DELIBERATION there of, which is THE JUDGE.

I Respect and Honor 'Allah' for establishing what can only be described as the equality of 'Big G' in a National context. What the equality of Big G means is that their are no longer any little 'g's in bowties forced to make the elite rich. The Father delivered US from the Shadow of Fard, resurrecting US from a mental death and power to be our Own Original Self, which is 'Big G'/Big E. We are Not Dick Riders of any Mysterious entity, or a National Leader living or dead! I stand on the cornerstone principle that any Original Man can BE BIG G and Original Woman can Be Earth and Show Forth God's Power and Refinement in Equality. I'm Just as Much God As any other Original Man and No More God than a Newborn struggling through his one to ten. That's Equality

Personally, I place great emphasis on not using the name of the Father to shield or cause others to fall victim to dirty religious behaviors or practices disguised in a National or quasi-religious pretext-a pretext who's premise is to use the Father as a 'Jesus-like' or 'Muhammad-like' prophetic figure: this practice is not right and exact. Such actions in my opinion would constitute that a religious 10 percent hierarchy has-'God Forbid', emeged from OUR SACERED SUN SEVEN MOON AND STAR.

Religious and National formats historically have a tendency to yield political strife and with all power structures comes a political hierarchy. A Political Power structure amongst God and Earth that is absent of Refinement could potentially dismantle the continuity of the Equality of 'Big G', in that a 10 percent political aristocracy or religious clergy would consume intellectual independence, indoctrinate, and minimize the individual beauty of Originality, and reduce the Concept of Originality to something other than what each individual God and Earth should aspire to live out and Be: and that is an active Paricipant in the 'Now' as a Purely Original Self Expression of Living Mathematics. 'I-God Culture' in my eyes is about Freedom of expression, thought, ideas and creativity, where as 'Nations' and Religions other than I Self Lord And Master have a tendency to become toxic entities, particularly when Power is directly or indirectly placed in the
hands of a singular individual or a small few that would compose the Political 'Hierarchy'. A political hierarchy-who instead of making Rain, Hail, Snow and Earthquakes seek only to make Cults, Religions, Dogmas, Riches and psychological Earthquakes that indoctrinate rather than mathematically and scientifically liberate and Educate.

In my Universe 'Big G' is ME, and that's what it Beez. I do subscribe to a National 'NGE' context in the capacity that my duty to this Nation is to forever identify behaviors that begin to look like, feel like, sound like, behave like, and give off a Religious or Cult-like aroma. We have a collective responsibility to eradicate behaviors that run contrary to that of a Supremely Scientific Organization Of Original Men and Original Women dedicated and duty-bound to prepare their children/babies to become supremely educated in the academically rigorous fields of Mathematics and Science. Vigilantly, I will perform what I feel is predicted of me and spot wanna be 'cult leaders', 'stupid ass mindless followers', low self esteem Dick Riders looking up to enslaving Masters with sheepish puppy dog eyes, and all other cult-like and evil manner of religious bullshit that may unwittingly and unbenounced to the general body of God and Earth be growing out of our national neck in a fine mist that the naked eye can hardly detect.

I will forever be a reminder of what a scientist and real mathematician is and should be. A scientist and mathematician is a cold blooded, unbiased, objective Logician who is not swayed by emotional whims, myths, legends, nostalgia, national zeal or flashy rhetoric absent of scientific evidence and data. Supreme Mathematical and Scientific behavior Shows and Proves with critical examination and by employing a qualifying and disqualifying criterion for all things up for consideration as actual fact or scientific truth. No God or Earth is above a scientific standard of evidence. I-God Culture holds to a scientific and mathematical ideal that forever strives to be right and exact in all fields of endeavor. Our high ideals should also seek to create beautiful forms of artistic expression as well, treating Art as a Science and Science as an Art.

Peace,

Emblem

E-P120 Submission:(9:1-10) What Is The Birth Record Of The Said Nation Of Islam?

2011-07-22T14:00:00.001-04:00

9. If something has 'No Beginning' nor an ending it is considered 'Eternal'. What is the distinguishing characteristic between 'Eternity and 'Infinity'?

The Born Degree in the Knowledge to Knowledge Cipher has enormous implications as it pertains to the relationship of Consciousness to Cognition in regard to how We Understand the very large and the very small relative to ourselves. All living Asiatics in the Asiatic World(state of mind) should have enough common sense to know that the born degree's reference to 'The Said Nation of Islam' is not referring to Master Fard Muhammad coming to North America by himself and giving Elijah the idea that all followers should wear bow-ties and that bean pies should be the All Asiatic dish just as Apple Pie is 'All American'. Fard's meeting with Elijah has a beginning and The Nation of Islam has no begining and thus we can conclude that 'The Said Nation Of Islam' is beyond an N.O.I. bow-tie context. The key to this Asiatic riddle of 'The Said Nation Of Islam' is in the word 'Said' and the word's contractual Bond to life.

'Said'- Can be used as a verb/ direct article/adjective and 'aforementioned' in 'Legal language'(Legalese). Past participle of 'say'. 2: Humorously to refer to someone or something already mentioned or named. 3; Usage; verb/ past tense and past participle of 'say'. The adjective 'Said' is seldom to any but legal or business writing, where it is equivalent to aforementioned said: Example: the said tenant (named in lease); 'said' property. In general usage, in similar context, 'said' is usually unnecessary and the tenant, defendant, night in question, petitioner, property, will suffice.

'Said' by all practical standards lends itself exclusively to Law in usage and there is no wonder that 'Said' is also found in the wisdom cipher degree in the 'one to fortys' which deals with 'Law'. What is the prescribed law of Islam of the 'Said Person' of that ability? Ans. That the civilized is held responsible for the uncivilized and must be punished by the Nation of Islam. 'Nation of Islam' in the born degree is an eternal, legally binding, esoteric, existential entity: A collective consciousness intertwined with the energetic and physical laws of the Universe that apply to the infinitesimal sub atomic domain of quantum mechanics, to the very large ideas of the Universe, cosmos and all forces and dimensions there in-or external of this expanding Universe. It should also be noted that this collective Consciousness is egoless and inextricably bound to, and one with The Individual Self who is subsequently egotistical by nature(Man). This natural fabric of the Universe is more akin to the nature of 'thought' than a mechanical machine. Who's thought? Your thought! A thought that is ever available to be realized more and more in the perpetual state of 'BE'/'BEINGNESS' within the time-frame of the 'NOW': to BE ever-present in the moment. A pre-existing consciousness(Black Mind/Dark Energy) prescribed the faculty of human cognition(brain) via first and foremost, in the form of the Black male, who is the genetic prototype and progenator of all the human family. Realization of this Supreme Consciousness occurs through cognition(processing intellect) that builds on gathered data(do the knowledge) transferred into intelligence(math/science) of all worlds from the sub-atomic to the galactic to the Universal( Lowest to Highest). Self awareness, Knowledge of Self and an Understanding of BE or BORN in terms of One's own sense of 'Beingness' as it relates to the Nation of Islam is the reality of the Asiatic World-a world in which it means to be Mentally Oriented To Love and Understand the Asiatic Black Nation and to teach all The Human Family of the Planet Earth.

The Asiatic World is also a re-orientation from Gregorian True I Master Equality into a perception of time which reflects an Original context: how We perceive events, our paradigm of how We view the world around US, as well as the 'Universe' in which We dwell and our own infinite in dwelling Universe is integral with 'Knowledge Of Self'. All of which embodies the meaning of 'The Said Nation Of Islam'.

'No Beginning' is a concept that the finite human form will never fully grasp, simply because all human form has an Origin. Infinity begins from a point of origin, while the concept of 'No Beginning' is transcendent of all known 'Origins' of all known things. Eternity is without a beginning nor an ending. The Essence of 'I-Self' is that which has No Beginning and it is to that Essence in which We all return to: hence the phrases 'Return Back'; 'Sent Back'; or 'Returned to the Essence'-phrases that have all been popularized by 'IGod Culture' when referring to 'Death', while simultaneously pointing to an eternal source origin. Such references imply the continuation of Consciousness minus our specified conceptual form on Earth.

Our consciousness is greater than our specified Self Concepts such as Names, titles, personality, social dynamic and our social standing in life. All is folly in essence. Essence is the embodiment of Eternal Mathematical laws that are interwoven with Undifferentiated Consciousness. Individuated and relative fragmentation is the result of this consciousness perpetually realizing itself via My(I) and Your (U) or U N I experiencing through time. Ex: Man/Mind/Consciousness peers into a shattered mirror-every PEACE of the mirror is shining from an independent angle, image and likeness of this all pervasive Consciousness peering in the mirror and it is this Universal Consciousness that is 'The Said Nation'-a 'Said Nation' which predicts, prescribes and produces all Said Persons. The Said Person is in correspondence with The Said Nation as the micro is ever corresponding with the macro.

Peace,

Em

On Vacation With Lumi

2011-07-17T12:01:00.000-04:00

Three Chains Down And To The Left

2011-07-12T14:20:00.000-04:00

Let me explain why it happened. I didn't believe in the white man and thought the village elders got a sick kick out of telling the young people stories of White Ghosts. The elders said that the White Ghosts haunted the shore lines of the never ending water. I thought the elders 'got off' on seeing the terror and the fright in young people's eyes and I didn't listen. A hard head makes a soft behind, and ignorantly, I dismissed the existence of the White Ghosts, concluding in my own mind that such tales had to be folklore. In the deepest recesses of my mind I couldn't visualize or begin to conceptualize a human being without color: it just didn't seem possible. How could a human being be colorless?! It made no sense, but soon, it would make perfect sense.

Nothing is as serene as a conversation with the full moon, especially on nights when the luminous moon appears mentally in tune and close enough to touch. It's better than praying, it's a meditative peace similar to the contentment after sex. That night was the last time my eyes would ever enjoy the sight of a full moon as a free man. White men leaped from behind trees and chased me, and I was scared like lion's prey. In a pure foot race the White Ghosts couldn't catch me, but the White Ghosts made provisions. The first group of Whites flushed me out into the hands of other waiting White Ghosts. They tangled me in a net, wrestled me down, applied an illegal choke hold, and roughly chained my hands and feet.

I was taken to a crowded holding facility and recognized no one there. The brothers and sisters are mostly Fulani and some from the villages in the North. My back slid down the wall, and I quietly sat on the dirt floor peeping out the barred window. I watched the White Ghost go out to haunt and hunt the shores, carrying up their nets and traps and other White ghostly' things. They made me sick, so I turned away, hanging my head in despair resting slightly between my knees and then I started to rock back and forth, repeating a crazy detached ass whisper, "Aw naw this shit can't be happening yo-this movafuckin' shit can't be happening..." I blink a few times, and pinch myself, trying desperately to wake, but I'm not sleep and shit is real. I can't believe this shit?!!

The White Ghosts transferred us from holding quarters to a boat-biggest boat I had ever seen. Chained by neck, by wrist and by feet, forced to lay on a wide wooden shelf with forty of us packed in tight. Altogether I counted fourteen shelves, Fulani and other tribes were too numerous to count. It was a horrid sight, all eyes displayed terror, and clearly my ears could hear the inner drums of fears. The goddess of hardship danced, as a future full of dreams disappeared with the fleet footedness of a cheetah's stride. All hope now seems unreachable, bleak and rather uncertain.

I had to piss! Where does one piss? I gestured to a Fulani chained next to me, in hopes that he might know. Brother didn't speak my tongue, nor did he respond in kind. He's probably still in shock. I could see his soul was missing, White Ghosts stole it from his eyes. They are thieves.

The smell of urine soon let me know that we were toilets unto ourselves. I couldn't hold it-so I peed. And I was utterly humiliated the first time I took a shit. Women who rode the cycle of the moon had not the proper herbs or healing leaves or the monthly stuff that women need, helplessly black men watched, as our lovely women bleed and soon eye contact with one another ceased, we ignored each other's shame. White Ghosts have stolen the light of the Sun, kept the shine for themselves and plunged the Earth into darkness, leaving her void and without form.

The White Ghosts throw the dead into the never ending water. Eleven chains down, on the far end, is a corpse that has yet to be discarded-now the flesh rots and the smell of death offends the nose. The sick are also thrown in the never ending water, so when the demons hit me with the morning stick, or the food or water stick: I open my eyes wide, letting the demons know that I'm alive, alert, evidently living, and not dead or sick. Shit! White movafuckuz ain't gonna throw me in the land of the fish if by chance I'm sick or sleep.

God forsaken sounds now mingle along side our stench: a woman's broken hearted moan; a terrified child's scream; or the melodic cries of a profoundly sad soul. Five chains down, on the shelf below-a man broke a rare and very still silence with a terrifying scream; a prophetic kinda scream-it was an omen of sorts and intuitively we knew, the slaughter of our souls was near. The scream woke the boat, even the soul-less White Ghost woke and barked back evil lashes with venom on their tongues.

Desolate sadness, a salt in a sore like sting, accompanies a dull, aching pain in my soul-so I escape in small pieces of sleep. Ugly nightmares wake me, only to realize an uglier nightmare awaits me. Between nightmares, the dreams of family come, and I wake: my heart drumming to the screams again. And I realize it again; and process the whole ordeal again; and smell myself again; and smell the others again and the cycle of screams, nightmares and sorrowful dreams begins again.

I've lost weight, ate God knows what, and miss my family something terrible. It hit me hard the other night, I'll never see the smiles of my beautiful babies again, nor hold the breasts of my wives. My second wife is pregnant, due any day now and I shall never know if it's a daughter or a son, and what they will grow to be. I miss them all-and soulfully feel them all. And I know they miss me too.

I'm sick! My joints are stiff, I'm congested, coughing, my throat is sore and I can barely swallow spit. As the boat swims, my belly throws up, it's not accustomed to the land of the fish. They take us to the top deck, I'm so fucking cramped, my knee can hardly bend. Open sores made by friction from iron chains cause black wrist and ankles to turn pink-infection pink; unhealthy pink. I pick at interesting scabs, and strangely, it's the most soothing thing to do. I've given it great thought, as I slowly pick at scabs, that God couldn't possibly exist. The black ass movafucka has forsakened me. Blindly, I've performed every ritual, danced in a trance from our land's strongest ghanja, sung songs of praise at the village harvest feasts, and now the Bastard's ears are deaf? Answer me when I talk to you! Fuck that Mystery God! I'm God!

During the first couple days as the demonic boat swam, a muslim named Hafiz, seven chains down and to the right, recited the entire Quran from memory, and then died after saying "Amen". Lucky him.

A twelve year old girl three chains down and to the left doesn't look too good, probably too weak and too sick to cry. The little girl has a death cough. Not much longer before her last breath. The cough of death is everywhere and now it has slithered deep in my chest.

The little food they give us-gives me the 'runs' and makes my stomach go to war. I eat because the coward inside me is too afraid to die. Yesterday the White Ghosts took us on the upper deck to get some air and stretch and a brother much braver than me jumped head-long into the land of the fish. He knew it was too far to swim. There was no land for a man to stand in sight and for 'the life of me'-I couldn't figure out why? In my tongue we don't have any words for the act of 'suicide'. I wish I could invent one, and then I too could jump and die.

White Ghosts herded us back in the hole and I would soon go crazy, hollering, yelling and carrying-on, as if I was a man gone mad. I cursed the white demons from the unexplored terrain from the bowels of my deepest insanity. I aimed every hateful incantation at a thousand generations of their demonic white children's children. I ranted and raved like a lunatic until exhaustion, literally trembling when I was done. My murderous tirade collapsed becoming weak pathetic sobs. I'm not one to cry, but with all this pain pinned up-and to finally release: God knows I needed that.

It was the first time I broke down-I vowed it to be my last. When I went mad, others were quiet-so quiet you could hear a seashell fall. For damn near the entire trip I've been the quiet one. I'm sure the brothers and sisters were shocked, but shit, I feel pain too.

"We are all dead...-" cried an elder, six chains down to my far right.

The music of the White Ghosts abruptly interrupted the old man's rant, as fiddles and banjos played. We must be close to'America'-'America' is the sound that comes from the ugly pink holes of their pale faces. 'America' sounds like an ugly toothless white witch. Now the ship drifts slower, almost to a stop, and a slow and steady rock. I heard the footsteps and voices of new White Ghosts come noisily aboard the boat. Violently the new ghost rudely stormed our make-shift village-a village formed in muck and mire; whipping us; and barking at us like dogs but it is they who smelled like dogs, act like dogs, look like hairy dogs and treat us unequal as if we were three legged dogs. One of the White Ghost unlocked the metal snake and the other White Ghost made the snake slither. Finally, my ankles could move and the hairy White Ghost herded us with an angry impatient haste, we climbed to the upper deck, and stood still looking stupid, waiting like
suspicious cows grazing, and dumb dependent goats.

My eyes beheld a strange land-a white shore line that resembled nothing of home, it was an ugly and bleak vision-nothing of God could live here. I didn't know it then but I was in Virginia and white shit was coming from the sky. I was shivering to the music of the first negro spiritual: 'A Cold January Wind'. There wasn't a word in the tongue of Jive for 'cold', so in my own soul I defined cold as the 'Invisible White Ghost that bites'.

Village elders told stories of the underworld, explaining White Ghosts as demons that cut off the genitals, cooks the genitals and feed the genitals to a thousand vicious devil dogs. Elders say that the White Ghosts are not lovers of righteousness, peace and good deeds. Their land looked dead and void of soul like their eyes: the color of deceptive skies. Even the Sun refuses to smile in the toothless White Witch's skies. I couldn't believe it: I was in the underworld: "America". What have I done to deserve this? I stole a goat as a prank once, but nothing to deserve this!

They pushed me on stage and a fat White Ghost with the face of a pig was singing in a strange tongue that I didn't understand, "...700 going once? 700 going twice? Sold to the distinguished gentlemen from Georgia!" They feel like evil words.

A white man with a big bowl on his head poked me, pulled my upper lip, and looked at my teeth and eyed my dick. My eyes got wide with anger and alarm and in my native tongue I asked, "You damn White demon from the underworld why are you inspecting my teeth and dick?"

Words slowly came out of his pink hole, he spoke as if my ears didn't work, opening his hole wide he said, " I am Massa John-son! You-are-my-niggra-now!" After his strange words he spit out a brown nasty clump. I jumped back and thought that the white demon was chewing shit.

He wanted me to repeat his words but I couldn't make out what the demon said. Two hairy White Ghosts threw water on me, scrubbed me raw with oily snake tongues, dried me off, gave me itchy things to cover my legs, and a strange cloth covering my chest and arms. My throat was so sore I could barely swallow and they forced me to eat a bowl of forbidden meat that looked like it had bugs in it-it's better than boat food but yet and still the demon's awful swill. It's torture to eat this nasty shit.

They wrapped each foot in a thin animal skin but I couldn't tell what the fuck they were. Back in those days, Jive didn't have a word for 'kicks'.

I wasn't doing the shivering dance as much but my toes and fingers tips were dead. All ten fingers and all ten toes begged for fire's kisses. As I breathe America's breath like poisonous ghanja smoke, it's very strange to me to see blustering white air come out my nose and mouth. Fascinating!

White demons threw me in a bed with four wheels owned by two brown horses. The demons put an iron snake's lock on my wrist's and ankles, linking me to a little girl, it was the sick 12 year old from the boat. She was almost dead from death's unforgiving cough but the little girl survived! And from that day forward I called her, 'Three Chains Down And To The Left'. When she became a little older Massa Johnson bred us and fetched a pretty penny for our babies. His sales' pitch to his fellow slave owners was the quality of our blood line-claiming our babies were pure bred niggras and were at least worth one cow.

Peace

Emblem

E-P120 Exam: Supreme Victory Allah's Submission: 1:1-10

2011-07-12T12:53:00.000-04:00

"...Less Than One Third That Of The Original Man!"

2011-07-08T16:09:00.000-04:00

Dear Emblem,

Me and the Earth flew out to Vegas to celebrate knowledge cipher miles together.She's been a real peace Earth over the years, months and days we've been together. We've gone through our share of trials and tribulations and have still managed to raise three beautiful seeds. We left the babies with her ole Earth for a week so we could have some quality True I Master Equality together. My history, herstory and our-story needed to be renewed, so we chose Vegas instead of Jamaica because we wanted to do the knowledge on 'Sin City' and really science-up how the devil makes people savages in the pursuit of happiness.

We were having a peace time together, reconnecting, re-kindling, and refining our love for one another. There have been a lot of bumps in the road over the years b.u.t. we've managed to get over every hump and keep our Universe together which is something I'm very proud of.

On the understanding day of our vacation me and the Queen had a spa day: mud-baths, cucumbers on the eyes, sauna, she got a pedicure and I treated myself to a manicure. Two Japanese women gave us deep tissue shiatsu body massages. The entire spa treatment lasted power hours and it was unbelievably soothing.

I made reservations at a four star restaurant at the MGM Grand even though we were staying at the Luxor. I rented a gold Chrysler 300 early that morning and drove us to the MGM Grand where we had a beautiful dinner. Afterward, we drove around Vegas and parked at this beautiful mountain location overlooking the city. We watched the sun set and the City of Lights lit up before our eyes. It was spectacular. I don't like the term 'romantic' because I'm not 'Roman', instead we had a beautiful 'Asiatic' evening together. Me and the Queen peacefully went over knowledge wisdom cipher, lesson by lesson and had a real peace build with one another.

I bought a bottle of Grey Goose from a local liquor store when we got off the plane three days prior and drank the whole bottle in the car that evening. I copped a dub sack of dro on the Vegas strip and blazed two 'L's' while we were in the whip. The Queen doesn't deal with stimulation at all, so I was elevating bymyself and feeling real good. The Queen was worried a little bit because I downed the entire bottle of Goose crazy quick. Goose tastes good with orange juice and though I can hold my liquor, admittedly, I was too high that night to drive, so the Queen drove us back to the Luxor.

She parked the Cee Allah Rule, we got out the whip, and were walking through the casino parking lot back to our room when a whiteboy said, "Nice Headwrap!" I lost it and went from zero to sixty in a split second. My Earth was rockin' three fourths of course, and this grafted movafucka gonna comment, "Nice Headwrap." Fuck that shit!

I went absolutely balistic. I know when a movafucka is trying to be funny and I felt the whiteboy was trying to mock my Queen's outfit which reflected high civilization. So I approached him and checked the whiteboy straight da fuck-up! I ain't care how big he was!

"So what you tryna say?" I asked.

"I like the headwrap and the way it matches her outfit. You don't usually see that out here in Vegas and I was giving her a compliment, 'Nice Headwrap'. I didn't mean anything by it.", he responded.

He was a real big whiteboy but I ain't give a fuck because his mental and physical power is much weaker than that of the Original Man. Meaning I knew I'd whoop his monkey ass because the Black Man is God.

"First of all: you don't tell my Earth 'Nice headwrap'; second of all: if you ever say anything to my Queen again, I will serve yo ass physical justice and take you off da movafuckin planet."

"Look dude. You've got it all wrong, I wasn't trying to be funny at all. It seems as if you've had a little too much to drink and you might want to go back to your hotel room and sleep it off."

"Sleep it off!!!? Sleep it off!!!? Sleep it off!? God don't sleep movafucka! I'm wide da fuck awake! I'm the all eye seeing Supreme Being! How about I knock yo big ass da fuck out and let you 'sleep it off'!" I said wit mad bass in my voice.

"God let's go!" the Queen said trying to pull me by the arm. I snatched my arm back from the Queen and scowled, "Get cho hands off me woman!!! I don't care how big this whiteboy is Queen, he don't plant no movafuckin fear in Da God. I'm about to ball his movafuckin ass up like a piece of paper. My understanding wisdom degree, says 'Tell us the mental and physical power of a real devil!? The mental power of a real devil is nothing incomparison to that of the original man. The movafuckin' devil only got six ounces of brain, while the original man has seven and a movafuckin' half ounces of brain. The devil has six ounces of brain and they are grafted brain. The movafuckin' devil is weak boned and weak because he is grafted from the original. The Devil's Physical power is less than one third that of the Original Man, therefore his movafuckin mental and physical power is much weaker than the Original Man. Meaning I'm about to beat his monkey ass! I'm from Medina: 'Land of the Warriors'! He don't want it wit God! Hold my movafuckin shirt Queen!" I hollered, taking my shirt off and handing it to my Queen.

I'm 5 foot 5, a buck 55 soaking wet but I will knock a nigga out. I ain't give a fuck that this whiteboy was 6 foot 6 inches, 300 pounds of grafted muscle, his physical power is less than one third that of mine. That'z word is bond.

"Excuse me miss, could you please get your husband! I really don't want to hurt him." The whiteboy said, addressing my Earth without my permission.

"That'z the divine home of I Self Lord And Master! You don't say shit to my Earth ya grafted biaaatch!" I yelled, pointing my finger an inch from the whiteboy's face. By then a big crowd had gathered around us with camera phones, and I heard a few people ask, "Hey, is that Brock Lesnar?!"

I ain't know who Brock Lesnar was and I ain't give a fuck. I let the crowd know who da fuck I was, "I'm God and King Kong ain't got shit on me!!!" That'z when I cocked back and punched Brock in his fuckin' grafted ass face. He didn't budge, so I began to dance around him like Mayweather, throwing my jab to wear his big ass down and set him up for the big right hand. Everytime I threw my jab I hissed like a striking Cobra and continued to hype myself up by saying, "Less than one third that of the original man! Less than one third that of the original man! Less than one third that of the original man!" That'z the last thing I remember. I woke up from the coma a month and a half later. People who were watching in the crowd captured the fight on video and posted it on Youtube and Facebook. It went viral and had more than 2 million hits in less than wisdom culture hours. During the fight both of my elbows got broke, my left elbow was actually hyper-extended, now it bends in reverse. Doctors replaced my hip, my left knee was also hyper extended and it also bends in the opposite direction. My eye socket is made of titanium now because when he got me on the ground, he pounded my face repeatedly and choked me out. The sad thing is-is that I tried to tapout, but their was no referee, so I sank further and further into the abyss of three stages of darkness, eventually losing consciousness. I lost three front teeth that night. The worst thing is: I don't have any legal grounds on which to sue because I threw the first punch.

The Earth stayed with me in the hospital and was by my bed side the entire time I was in the coma.

I expected more understanding from the Gods in Allah's Nation when I returned back to Now Why b.u.t. everytime Gods see me they got more jokes than they got 'Peace'. Newborns be running up on me asking me to quote the Understanding Wisdom degree in the one to forty trying to be funny. Even 85ers recognize me, and are always snickering behind my back. Cedric the Entertainer, Kevin Hart, and Steve Harvey have all mentioned the video of my ass kickin in their comedy routines. The video has been shown on Conan O'Brien, Jay Leno, David Letterman, Oprah's Network, BET, CNN, MSNBC, Fox News, MTV, Good Morning America, Sports Center, and even 60 Minutes did an investigative piece entitled, 'Beaten Like A Step Child'. Little Wayne mentioned me in one of his lyrics in which he said, "I beat-dat-ass-like-Brock-did-dat Nigga-in-da-Parkin'-Lot."

Emblem what should I do? I feel like I'm gonna be pulling Brock's shoe out my ass for the rest of my life.

Peace

Embarrassed Allah

E-P120 Exam: 1: 1-10 Submission

2011-07-07T17:00:00.000-04:00

How did the Original Man actually 'Make' the Earth? Can You provide anthropological proof of ownership? Philosophically expound on 'Cream'? What are the names of the very first civilizations of the Earth? How is the Original Man God of the Universe? Explain in detail.

Ans: When considering 'How' the Original Man actually made the Planet Earth, an individual must conceptually formulate a relationship between 'Man' and 'Consciousness'. An understanding of 'Man' as a collective consciousness is necessary. It would be irrational to assume that a singular 'Man' actually made the Planet Earth. This 'collective consciousness' is composed of true intelligence and they are both inextricably bound together. Intelligence and consciousness are associated with cognitive awareness. The human being is a sentient being, meaning that the human being is aware of it's own existence (BE or Born). Proof of this intelligence is woven in the fabric of consciousness and found in the organizational patterns of mathematical law and mathematical law's interpretation of the empirical, material reality. The human being's awareness of these patterns, principles, laws, is the recognition of the eternal nature of Mathematics. The first principle of Supreme mathematics is Knowledge. Consider that 'knowledge' has no beginning b.u.t. marks the beginning. The Original man is the mark of the beginning and thus 'knowledge' is simultaneously embodied in the spatial structure of a 'Mind'/Black Mind. Knowledge, Mind, Consciousness, and Intelligence can be categorized as components of the same universal idea(In The Black Man's Body There Exist..).

The actual formation of the Earth was a logical and a gradual process. The step by step forming of the Earth was guided by intelligence; knowledge; consciousness; or Black mind' which are words which all describe one general theme. Eugene Wigner who is a physicist places 'Consciousness' at the central focus of Physics and he points to the words of astronomer James Jean who wrote, "Fifty years ago the universe was generally looked at as a machine...When we pass to extremes of size in either direction-whether to the cosmos as a whole, or to the inner recesses of the atom-the mechanical interpretation of 'NATURE' fails. We come to entities and Phenomena which are in no sense mechanical. To me these phenomena and entities seem less suggestive of a mechanical process an more of a mental process. The universe seems to be similar to a 'great thought' than a great machine."

John Wheeler another Physicist was in agreement with James Jean. They both claim that the Universe is adapted to man, meaning: WE! 'Collective Consciousness' differentiates to formulate our own individual realities. Wheeler puts forth this creation theory as 'Genesis By Observationship' in that we live in a Universe that is "Participatory". A Nobel laureate biologist named George Wald wrote, "It would be a poor thing to be an atom in a universe without physicist and physicist are made of atoms. A physicist is an atom's way of knowing about atoms." These preeminent main stream scientist are suggesting what I've always been saying: when the Original Man reflects upon Creation-it is The Creator contemplating Self.

Anthropological evidence has shown and proven that the first human beings were black. The remains of Original Black People were found to be 200,000 years old in Sub Saharan 'Africa'(What the colored man calls 'Africa).

By understanding that the Universe is literally reflecting upon itself through the intelligence of the Original Man proves 'God of The Universe'. Logically, we can conclude that intelligence was indeed present before intelligence was embodied in the Original Man. Does such a conclusion establish the existence of a Mystery God? Emphatically No! B.U.T. What it does suggest is that the nature of intelligence does not have to be relegated to the presence of 'physicality': Intelligence is present regardless of physicality or non-physicality. Sub atomic particles/wave-particles and other derivatives of energy appear in every portion of what is perceived as empty space and every aspect of 'space' is connected via the quantum field. Energy/sub-atomic particles and atoms are all configured to perform a function. The quantum realm and the cosmological realm all prove that intelligence is ever present in the context of all spatial configurations(Omni-presence) no matter how large(cosmos) or how small(the quantum realm). Understanding the omni-presence of Consciousness/intelligence (Seen and Heard Everywhere) is the foundation to the establishment of the 'Anthropic Principle'. The Anthropic Principle is at the core nature of 'Maker' and The Maker's connection to Black Mind/Consciousness/Intelligence and the guiding force behind the formation of the Earth before an actual flesh and blood man.

What is the 'Anthropic Principle'? It is the preparation of all physical constants of the Universe that make life on Earth possible. The conditions to sustain complex biological life on Earth appear to many scientist to be much more than a coincidence, so much so that Physicist Freeman Dyson wrote, "It's as if the Universe knew we were coming." The scientific community has an on going debate over what the implications of the 'anthropic principle' are. Some scientist take the position that human life is the result of a chain of cosmological accidents and that the belief of a Grand Designer is nothing more than the absurd rantings of religious idiots-who need to believe in something or someone. Other scientist take the position that the existence of life is based on the law averages, meaning over large quantities of time that the right circumstances would eventually emerge to sustain life. Essentially what these scientist are saying is that if you played the lottery everyday for 13.7 Billion years you're probability of eventually hitting the lottery is greatly increased by true I Master Equality-over time. In 'short': all the right cosmic circumstances coming together to produce biological life is like hitting the lottery.

Personally, I hold to the 'Anthropic Principle' to prove 'The Maker' is the pure intelligence that 'eventually' becomes the embodiment of The ROOT of Civilization: The Original Man/Maker.

The Mathematical Language of The Anthropic Principle is as follows:

1. Epsilon equals 0.007 which is the relative amount of hydrogen that converts to helium via fusion in the big bang. If Epsilon manifested as 0.006 instead of 0.007 the fusion ratio of hydrogen would fail to establish sufficient nuclear force and thus protons and neutrons would not be capable of binding together and no human life would be possible. If the ratio of hydrogen fusion would have been 0.008, fusion, the Big Bang would have taken place so quickly that there would be no Hydrogen to born stars in the universe. So seven is at the center of the sun! A four percent shift in the nuclear force in the universe would have made the formation of carbon impossible, and chemically WE are carbon based beings.

The Second Principle is 'N' which equals 10 to the 36th power which is the strength of the electric force divided by the strength of gravity. If the force of gravity was weaker, planets would plunge into freezing darkness because stars would not shine. If gravity was stronger it would make stars heat up too fast and life would not be possible.

The third principle is Omega which represents the relative density of the Universe. If the Omega force was too small the universe would have expanded and cooled too fast. If density was too large the Universe would have collapsed before life could start.

The fourth principle is Lambda which stands for the cosmological constant, which is the determinant of Universal acceleration. If the principle which is known as Lambda was any larger anti gravity would blow the Universe apart. If it were smaller instead of a Big Bang there would have been a 'Big Crunch'.

The fifth Principle is 'Q' which is the amplitude of irregularities in the cosmic microwave background. If the Universe was extremely Uniform the Universe would have consisted of a mass of gas and never condensed to form stars.

The sixth principle is 'D' which represents the number of spatial dimensions. Length, breadth, width establish three dimension and the fourth dimension is space-time. Biologist have proven that life cannot exist in fewer than three dimensions and M-Theory theorizes the existence of 11 dimensions.

Hundreds of coincidences acting in harmony prove that 'I' through many EYEZ define The living embodiment of the 'Black Mind'. The guiding force of the Black Mind to formulate the Earth to such the extent that all her dimensions are life sustaining is beyond a coincidence, an accident or a Lucky Mother b.u.t. instead it's proof that intelligence yields life. The chemical process occurring at the center of the Sun is not rare in the Universe. However it's the size of our sun; the size of the Earth and her perfect emotional distance from the sun that teaches her how to Keep a Home(orbit). A one percent change in average distance would make home life impossible-...'THE SUN MAKES IT IMPOSSIBLE'....

As Jews lay claim to Palestine and claim it as Israel than The Original Man is the rightful 'Owner' of the Planet Earth.

The High Scientist and High Mathematicians of the Earth study the constituent parts of atoms by smashing atomic particles together in eleven Billion dollar machines called 'Particle Accelerators'(feed the hungry!!!). As the atomic particles crash together they chart the S matrix and examine pieces of not only an atom but pieces of the proton, and neutron. Three quarks make up a proton or a neutron and a quark and anti quark pair make up a meson(How to raise her children,): all constituent parts of sub-atomic matter is the result of the Father making Her mentally and physically fatter. The Black Woman is the Earth and is in fact the Womb of The Universe. She Knowledges God and is always pregnant with the High explosives of Supreme Mathematics which cause what?

What does all that above have to do with the Original Man? Well, if you break a Black Man down to his Genetic matrix as Mathematicians and Particle Physicist break down the atomic Matrix, you will find that every form and variation of Human Being is a derivative of the gentic matrix of The Black Man. And this is proven by a standard of biological evidence which literally proves 'Father of Civilization'. Knowledge and Understanding of this Genetic truth on the square also proves 'Cream Of the Planet Earth', as his seed(sperm) rises like a sun born from a Woman.

God is more than an assumed title, it is the culmination of being the Most High reality of an embodied consciousness of Pure Mathematics On Earth. Not in a vane, arrogant or egotistical manner b.u.t. in a way that fosters the principles of freedom, justice and equality to all the human family of the Planet Earth. So:

Who is the Original Man?

The Original Man is The Asiatic Black Man: The Maker; The Owner; The Cream Of The Planet Earth; Father Of Civilization and God Of The Universe.

*Not in an egotistical way,

Emblem

All Submissions to the E-P120 exam are welcomed. Blackspaghetti@yahoo.com

E-P120: Emblem's Post 120 Examination

2011-06-29T13:16:00.000-04:00

In the last three years I've asked and answered questions that I've posed to my ownself regarding 120. I sought not only to make my 120 sharper in terms of recitation b.u.t. also have a more comprehensive understanding of the lessons in general. I have been reciting 120 for 22 years and I've been dealing with philosophical 'draw ups' (My cee) to navigate my personal reality and admittedly I've neglected to maintain my search for the literal understanding of 120. My excuse is that I studied 120 intensely as a newborn. However In the event that my 120 ever had to stand-up to the scrutiny of scientific examination and inquiry I would want to be sure that I could show and prove every degree literally, philosophically and historically. So I invented E-P120, what I think to be an academically rigorous challenge to myself and anyone else who would like to take the exam.

The following exam assumes that the examinee has 120 under cap and has a proficient understanding of 120? The test has no time limit, as it is a test that requires research.

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1:How did the Original Man actually 'Make' the Earth? Can You provide anthropological proof of ownership? Philosophically expound on 'Cream'? What are the names of the very first civilizations of the Earth? How is the Original Man God of the Universe? Explain in detail.

2: Use actual biologogical facts to show and prove the coloring process of caucasians. Are the biblical Jacob and Yacob the same person? Who was Israel?

3: What does the U.S. Census Data from 1930 list for the population of original People or 'Non-Whites' in North America? What continents and Nations around the world in 1930 had the most Original people and what is the statistical data for these populations? What is the population for original people in North America and around the Planet Earth now a day? List your sources.

4: What does the U.S. Census Data from 1930 list for the caucasian population in North America? What continents and Nations around the world in 1930 had the most caucasian people and what is the statistical data for these populations of colored people? What is the population for colored people in North America and all over the Planet Earth now a day? List your sources.

5. What is the mathematical formula used to find the area of the square miles of the Planet Earth? And what geographical source can be cited to show and prove 196,940,000 square miles? Is the number an approximation or is the number exact?

6. Cite 9 factors of land that would classify land as 'Useful land'? List the specific territories and there size in square mileage that were occupied by human beings in 1930. Does the square mileage of all territories add up to 29,000,000 square miles? What is the square mileage of useful land used now-a-day?

7. Cite 9 factors of land that would classify land as 'Useful land? List the specific territories and there size in square mileage that were occupied by Original People in 1930. Does the square mileage of all territories add up to 23,000,000 square miles? What is the square mileage of useful land for Original people now-a-day?

8. Cite 9 factors of land that would be classified as 'Useful land'? List the specific territories and there size in square mileage that were occupied by Caucasian People in 1930. Does the size of all territories occupied by color people add up to 6,000,000 square miles? What is the square mileage of useful land used by colored people now-a-day?

9. If something has 'No Beginning' nor an ending it is considered 'Eternal'. What is the distinguishing characteristic between 'Eternity and 'Infinity'?

10. Is there any anthropological evidence (artifacts, writings, etc) that proves Bhuddism is actually 35,000 years old? What event marks the beginning of Christianity 551 years before 1930? What year was that? Who was the individual primarily responsible for said event? List 3 other said Nations that may have been left out of Elijah's initial answer and when they were founded.

1-14

1: Why is the best part in Arabia? What classifies as the 'worst part' of the Earth? Why is the 'worst part' the worst? Show and Prove that Arabia (the best part) was in fact preserved by the Original Man. When did the occupation of the best part change from Original People to a predominate semetic majority?

2. How does the Biblical and Quranic account of Moses correlate to Moses having a hard time freeing and civilizing caucasian people? How do the Jews view 'Musa' historically?

3. What evidence is there that Original People Let ('allowed') Columbus to discover the 'Poor part' of the Planet Earth? What constituted what Columbus discovered as the 'poor part'? What were the political circumstances in Europe behind Columbus' Voyage? Who funded his journey? What was the exact name of the tribe of Indians he discovered in the Americas?

4. Is Yacob the biblical 'Jacob'? Is his 'made devil' the Children of Israel? Did Yacob ever see his 'made devil'? What is the average daytime temperature of the 'Hot Arabian Desert'? What are the Nations and countries that now occupy what we know as 'West Asia'? What is the actual etymological root to the word 'Europe'? What was the exact 2,200 mile linear route from the root of civilization to the caves of Europe? Exactly when was the Planet first 'founded'? What was the language that was not taken away from the colored man? Is there any truth to the Biblical account that Musa(Moses) was brought up in the house of Pharoah? In the Bible Musa had a companion who spoke for him named Aaron, what was his name in the Quran? When was the 'year one' and who are the 23 scientist?

5:How many Crusades took place between Muslims and Christians in Jerusalem? What was the outcome of each Crusade? What Pope ordered that the Christians attack the Muslims? Who was Jebus? Where would you find any evidence that Jebus ever existed? Who was Salim? Where would you find any evidence that Salim ever existed? Who was Oriel(Ariel) and where would you find evidence that he ever existed? What are the Actual Hebrew words that prove 'Land Founded in Peace'? What year did each Crusade take place?

6: Give 9 examples of a teaching that promotes 'illiteracy' for Original People. How so? How are original people being used as tools and slaves historically and now a day? If we are blind to ourselves: what is it that we cannot see?

7. What is the etymological root of the word 'African'? Where was the first trading post brought to in that continent? What year was this? What were the goods that were traded at the trading post? How were Original People in North America made to believe that the People of that continent were all savages? What are the distinctions between a 'Jungle Life' and a 'Beast Life'? Prove that the Original people were calling the 'African' continent 'Asia'? Cite your sources.

8: Name 5 primary industries critical to economic and political independence that Original people are barred from and prove that Original People are deliberately kept apart from these industries solely by European mandate. Cite your source information.

9. Is there any historical record of any kind that proves Prophet Muhammad wanted his followers to call themselves 'Muslim Sons' as opposed to 'Muslims'? Muhammad was Born in 570 A.D., what year was the star and crescent first turned-downward and the sword placed on the upper part of this flag? Is there any proof of colored people actually undertaking a study that lasted for 35-50 years? What was that study? How is an actual planetary body 'grown or made from the beginning? Explain. Cite Sources.

10. Prophet Muhammad was expelled from Mecca by rival clans and he fled for his life to Medina(hijra). Where is it found specifically that Prophet Muhammad ordered the murder of 4 devils(enemy combatants) by each muslim? Did his muslim followers really receive a button? if so what was it a button of? Cite your sources. What year did Prophet Muhammad and his followers recieve free transportation to Mecca?

11. What is the importance of an individual's word being as good as a written contract? Also how does a breach of a verbal contract constitute that restitution be paid with one's life?

12. How extensive Should Military aims realistically be for Original people in the Wilderness of North America? How much emphasis should be placed in the protection of women and children? Is such military training willing to override U.S. authority?

13. If the Black Man is God, is it right for him to be another Black Man's Private Soldier, flunky or pawn?

14. Should a woman's role be solely restricted to the Home, rearing of Children, sewing and cooking in today's economy? Explain your answer.

1-36

1-36 is an English lesson. An English lesson should be grammatically correct. Where does every comma, period, question mark, colon and semi colon go in 1-36 based on the rules of proper grammar? What is grammatically correct: ...'does not talk his own language or ...'does not speak his own language'?

Can you start a sentence with, 'Because'? What part of speech is the word 'Because'? Line '12' states, 'Yes sir that made him other than himself.', should a colon, semi colon or a comma come after 'Yes sir'? What is the rule for using a colon? Is line '18', Approximately 3,000,000' a sentence, a phrase, or a clause? Is line '20', A little over 17,000,000, a sentence, a phrase, or a clause? Is line 26, 'No, not now a day', proper English? Is 1 to 36/The English C lesson a monologue or a dialogue?

1-40

1. Is there a difference between the Holy Koran and The Holy Quran? If so, what? Explain. There are 6236 ayats in the Holy Quran, if you multiply that number times 4 the answer is 24,944 could that number have anything to do with 25,000 miles? If so, what? Can you show and prove every Quranic ayat on the square mile relative to the linear mile? How can 25,000 years of History be shown and proven in how the Earth rotates around the Sun? Explain the Earth's wobble and degree of her tilt? Does it ever change? If so, how often?

2: What is the Mathematical formula used to find the circumference?

3: What is the distinguishing characteristic between a diameter and a radius.

4.What mathematical factors must be taken into consideration to find the square mileage of a land mass?

5: List the square mileage of all known land masses on Earth, and add them up-do they add up to 57,255,000 square miles of land? List the square mileage of all known bodies of water-do they add up to 139,685,000 square miles of water?

6.What is the formula in physics to find the total weight of the Planet Earth?

7: What is the calculus formula used to determine the 'speed' of the Earth?

a. D/T=R

b. T/R=D

c. R/T=D

d. None of the above

7a. What do the letters in the formula to determine speed stand for? Who was the European scientist that determined the speed of the Planet Earth?

8. The sun and moon have an attracting power on the Earth, so what law of physics states that every object in the universe attracts every other object with a force proportional to its mass? Who was the European Scientist who supposedly discovered this law? How is this law expressed in mathematical notation? What are the high explosives used to cause earthquakes? How does the Original man cause any weather phenomenon above?

9: Explain how worshiping that that does not exist constitutes as labor?

10: In 500 words or less, explain the following paradox: If their is no Mystery God and The Black Man is God it implies that Man is still a Man, so how does the knowledge of God being a Black man change a Black Man in any way different than that of a Black man who worships a Mystery God? Does the Black Man who knows He's God have any distinct quantitative or qualitative advantages over the Black Man worshiping the Mystery God?

11. Suppose grocery shelves in big cities were empty, what would be your course of action to seek food?

12. List 9 ways that Corporations around the world rob original people daily and live in luxury. How can you avoid being robed?

13. What is the line of demarcation between an individual who is mentally dead and an individual who is mentally alive?

14. Would a Black Atheist with a PH.D in Mathematics and Physics who is a poison animal eater(pork) be considered an 85 percenter? Yes or no: explain your answer.

15. If a Christian Black Business owner who is a millionaire has over a hundred employees on the payroll that he or she encourages to pray to Christ daily would the employer be considered 10 Percent? If so, why? If not: why not? Explain your answer.

16. In the definition of the 5 percent it is inclusive of 'Muslims': How is a Sunni muslim who worships a mystery God a 5 percenter? Wouldn't that be considered 'worshiping that which you know not'? Why is the word 'poor' included in the definition with 'righteous' and 'teacher'? Explain what the word 'poor' in that degree means to you. There are no right or wrong answers as it pertains to 'poor'.

17.Often the phrase 'devil civilization' is mentioned in Asiatic Culture: does this imply that devil civilization falls within the scope of knowledge, wisdom, understanding, culture, refinement and not a savage in the pursuit of happiness? Explain the distinction between devil civilization and Divine civilization.

18. Identify 21 sciences that we come into contact with in daily life.

19. Can a civilized individual mind there own business and still perform there duty? Can you teach civilization outside of an NOI or NGE context? If so, name 3 other forms in which general civilization can be taught to original people and still be held as valid?

20. Name 7 prescribed laws of Islam?

21. What is a name of any city approximately 20 miles outside of Mecca traveling in any of the 4 directions?

22. What other force in physics has a direct relationship to magnetism? Who was the European Scientist who discovered this force?

23. Yacob taught his people how to rule, so name 4 primary principles behind Yacob's instructions regarding rulership?

24. How is a prediction made 8400 years in advance? Write your theory in one typed single spaced page paper.

25. Scientist today have the ability to clone any cell. Approximately how long would it take a scientist to make a grafted version of you today? What is the biochemical technology that would be involved in such an undertaking?

26. Before Elijah Muhammad, is there any mention of the Asiatic Calendar in history? If so, where? Cite your source information.

27. What Civilization occupied the Islands in the Aegean sea? What does John the Revelator have to do with Yacob or Pelon? Was John the Revelator ever in the Kingdom and Patience of Jesus Christ? If so when? Why was John on Patmos? Who was John writing to? What was Christ's testimony? Do you think that if archaeologist and anthropologist went to Pelon to dig that they would un-earth evidence of a 6,600 year old Island civilization? A statue of Yacob maybe? Does the story of Yacob have to be true to validate the process of how colored people came to be?

28. According to the 28th degree Yacob was a tyranical dictator who ordered the slaughter of generations of infants because they did not meet his complexion criterion. This was done in order to bring the caucasian race into existence. Infer some of the behaviors that may have went on-on the Isle of Pelon that are not mentioned in the 28th lesson: things such as gambling, promiscuity, use of alcohol, drugs etc.. Also state whether or not you regard the story of Yacob as a Myth or actual fact and why?

29. The institution of the death penalty by Yacob implies what about Yacob's character? Is there any Biblical or Quranic reference that may lend insight to the actions, and temperament of Yacob? If so what are they? What's the differences and similarities between Yacob and Hitler?

30. Black and Brown germs imply what in Genetics? Who was Gregor Mendel? What were his contributions to genetics? Name three chemical agents that cause the thinning of blood? What ailments does thin blood lead to?

31. What technique is modern science using now to genetically graft from Original?

32. The average human brain weighs 3 pounds so where in neurology does it mention that the Brain weight of a Black Man is 7 and 1/2 ounces and the Colored Man's Brain is 6 ounces and genetically altered(grafted) brain? Is 7 and 1/2 ounces referring to a particular area of the brain? What are the different areas of the brain? Are any areas noticeably larger in original people as opposed to colored people? Where would you find such information and how could it be shown and proven? Has there ever been scientific studies to distinguish the differences between bone density in Original People and Colored people? How was the criterion established to formulate the orthopedic difference in racial bone density?

33. Explain something other than a man that is grafted and has strange or deviant characteristics.

34. Given the Colored Man's Military prowess is it possible to literally take the colored man off the planet? If so: how?

35. The colored man is 97 years beyond his so called expiration date, so how is the 35th degree philosophically relevant in your life? Explain.

36. When I did the math of 6020 years, 72,241 months and 2,197,351 days prior to February 20, 1934 I used the Gregorian Calendar and came up with March 6th 4086 B.C. as the first colored man's birthday on Pelon. What date do you come up with?

37. How is Allah a God in 'Heaven'? What is 'Heaven'? It says that Allah is seen and heard 'everywhere' and that he is the all eye seeing: Is Allah at a Klu Klux Klan Meeting? If so: How?

38. Could Allah have made something other than devil to show and prove his power?

39. Some say take the devil into Heel; some say take the devil into Hell. What are the differences between Hell and Heel in your opinion?

40. These lessons were completed in a written form on February 20 1934. What lessons in 1-14 and 1-36 show and prove what body of lessons actually came first: 1-14 or 1-36?

Actual Facts

1.What are the land masses that the pacific Ocean borders?

2.If My Uncle could swim 9000 miles in the Atlantic Ocean what East coast State in North America would he leave from and what country on the West Coast of Africa would he arrive at if he swam exactly 9000 miles?

3.Arabia is bordered by the Indian Ocean in the South. Does any other land mass border the Indian Ocean? If so: what?

4.What are the list of lakes and rivers that add up to 1,000,000 square miles. List the square mileage of each lake and each river- does it add up?

5. What are the list of hills and Mountains that cover 1,910,000 square miles? List the square mileage of each major hill and each mountain. Does it add up?

6. What are the major deserts of the Planet? What is there square mileage combined?

7. What is a Sherpa's relationship to Mount Everest and the climbing of Mt. Everest?

8. If an Air Force Pilot is flying a Jet at Mach 4: How fast is he going in MPH? What does a 'Mach' have to do with the speed of sound?

9. Who was the Original Scientist that Proved the speed of light and who was the Colored Physicist that proved the speed of light? And How do you know that light actually travels 186,282 miles per second? What test can be performed?

10. During 1 rotation of the Earth around the Sun what's her closest distance to the sun and what's her furthest distance from the sun?

11. There are 1760 yards in a mile: what is that in kilometers?

12. As the Arctic Shelves melt as the result of global warming wouldn't that increase the square mileage of the Arctic Ocean? Would 390,000 square miles still be an actual fact?

13. 790 quadrillion 613 trillion, 581 Billion, 824 million is the square inches of the surface area of the planet Earth: what math formula would one use to determine the 'volume' of square inches of the Planet Earth? What is the average weight per inch? What is the volume of square inches of the Planet Earth?

Solar Facts.

Explain the Orbit of Mercury. How hot is it? And How cold is it?

Why is Venus opaque? How long does it take Venus to orbit the Sun?

How far is the Moon from the Earth? What gases make up the atmosphere of the Earth?

Why is Mars called the 'Red Planet'?

How big is Jupiter? How many moons does Jupiter have? And where is the asteroid belt in relationship to Jupiter?

Why does Saturn Have rings around it? How many moons does Saturn have?

If I was 21 years old and lived on the planet Uranus my entire life how old would I be in Earth years?

How long does it take light to reach Neptune from the Sun?

When did astronomers de classify Pluto as a Planet? Why? Do you think Pluto is still a planet and why?

Supreme Alphabet:

'Zig Zag Zig' is not mentioned in 120. What other aspects in Supreme Alphabet are not mentioned in 120?

Supreme Mathematics:

Do you feel 'all being Born' serves as adequate math instruction for the babies to advance mathematically? Do you think that Supreme Mathematics can be used in other branches of Mathematics such as Algebra, Geometry, trig etc.?

Peace

EMBLEM

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How I Fell In Love With A Bitch On Facebook And Almost Got 'Kilt': Part Two

2011-06-24T14:41:00.000-04:00

A vast and seamless realm of evil surrounded me the moment I heard the wrangling of keys and the sinister whisper of voices coming from the back door. I realized that I was about to be murdered. The love that I thought existed between me and Taikwanda was a lie. She made me look like a fool. The truth is-is that she didn't give a damn about me and wanted me dead.

My stomach felt queasy as if butterfly wings were flapping around in my bowels. Fear made my legs feel like they weighed a ton, it was like I was paralyzed and couldn't move. Something in me wished I could wake-up from this nightmare but I wasn't asleep. This was real. Damn! It was surreal-I couldn't believe it-I was about to be murdered-murdered chasing the illusion of love. Me: the nice guy; a victim of a homicide. At that moment I felt God had abandoned me. I was all alone with my own terror, confronting my worst fears. I couldn't muster enough spit to lick my fuckin' lips, 'cotton mouth' is what they call it.

Think! Think! Think! I aimed the gun at the ceiling to fire a warning shot in hopes they'd back away from trying to open the back door. I closed my eyes before I pulled the trigger and all there was-was a pathetic metallic clicking sound. Taikwanda gave me a gun with no bullets.

It took all the strength I had to lift my legs from the floor. A bad plan is better than no plan, so I opened the basement door, quietly closing it behind me and then I silently creeped down the creaky basement stairs. There were three small windows and I broke one, threw a towel over the broken shards of glass and tried to climb out the window but it was too small. There was no way I would fit through, maybe if I was Gary Coleman's size I'd fit, but I was too big. There was no place to hide. Her basement was nice, orderly, and an old fashioned big screen stood against the back wall, surrounded by an old leather sectional, and an under stocked mini bar stood against the side wall. A washer and dryer were at the far end of the basement, along with a laundry folding table.

The back door opened, and the violent vibrations of heavy foot steps stomping on the kitchen floor above nearly made my bowels release. The killers were in the house. I needed to hide somewhere. Quick! I'm 5'9, 175 pounds, and I'm not flexible at all, yet, I opened the dryer, and somehow managed to stuff my black ass in the dryer's cylinder and close the dryer door from the inside.

I was stuffed in the dryer curled up like the letter 'C'. My knees were lodged and cramped against my cheeks like a baby in the womb. My quads in the back of my thighs were burning as I silently held the awkward position. My feet were numb and my weight pressed against the metal tumble filters that pushed against my spine. The pain was excruciating and I could barely breath. The sounds of footsteps scurried upstairs, angrily stomping around. They were searching the house, looking for me, finally the basement door opened. Would they find me?

"He's gotta be down here!" I heard one of them whisper at the top of the stairs.

The hit squad of killers creeped down the basement stairs. I could see through the dryer's circular glass that they all had guns. I closed my eyes and hoped to God that they wouldn't think to look in the dryer. There were four men. The Charlie Murphy look-alike was one of them.

"Da nigga got out the window!" yelled one voice.

"He must be a little movafucka! How in the hell did he climb through that little as window?" added another voice.

"You'd be surprised what a nigga can do when he's scared. Call Kwanda and tell her the nigga got away."

One of the dudes called Taikwanda and I could hear her on the speaker of the dude's smartphone.

"Is it done?!" was the first thing she asked when she answered her phone.

"Da nigga got away! He broke your basement window and climbed out."

"How in the fuck did he get through that small ass window? A puppy couldn't fit through there. Find him! He couldn't have gotten far. He's on foot and doesn't have a car. As long as he's breathing I'm not paying you movafuckuz a goddamn dime. Find him and kill him!" She screamed angrily, hanging up abruptly.

Being curled up in the dryer made my stomach bunch up causing my stomach to grumble-I prayed they couldn't hear my gaseous hunger pains. I had to fart so fucking bad. I clenched my asshole tight like a nigga in prison for the first night. I couldn't hold it any longer. Thank God it was a silent fart, "FFFFFFFFFFFFF". Farting in the enclosed space of the dryer held in the funk of the fart. Damn I stink!

"Damn! Which one of you niggaz farted?" Said one of the thugs.

My fart somehow seeped through the steel dryer. They didn't figure out where the fart came from: thank God! I would live to fart another day. They ran up the basement stairs and I could hear the front door close. Finally, they were gone and I was still alive. With my left arm I pushed the dryer door open and got out slowly, immediately falling to the floor, breathing heavy from fear. My legs and feet had fallin' asleep, it felt like my feet and legs were being stuck with a thousand pins and needles. I waited, slowly shaking my feet awake before I stood up. Gradually the feeling returned to my lower extremities. I stretched my back like a human cat. Being curled-up like the letter 'C' hurt like a movafucka. The dryer's metal tumble filters made me feel like I had a dent in my spine.

Tip toeing up the basement stairs like a thief, quietly I opened the basement door, cautiously peeping my head out to make sure the coast was clear. I creeped toward the window like a ninja, drew back the curtain ever so slightly and saw the Charlie Murphy look-alike talking to the group of guys: all of them obviously were concealing guns. From his body language I could tell that he wanted them to split up and search the neighborhood. At that moment Taikwanda's truck pulled up in the drive way. She got out, slammed the truck door, and was abrasively cussing at the Charlie Murphy look-alike and his crew for the botched murder attempt. I couldn't hear exactly what she was saying but from her body language I could tell she was pissed. While she was outside talking I went upstairs to get my Blackberry in my overnight bag to call the police. The phone was dead. I had no bars. The phone hadn't been charged since I left Chicago, nor could I find my charger in the bag. When Taikwanda opened the front door she came in byherself, slamming the front door. I hid in the closet with all the autographed football cleats and basketball sneaks.

She went down the basement and yelled when she saw the broken window.

"Shit! Shit! Shit! Aggggghhh!", she growled in frustration.

The sound of glass breaking came from downstairs: maybe she threw something out of anger? While in the closet I reflected on how naive I was. Looking at all these shoes made me feel like a dumb ass. She probably fucked every single one of the niggaz who gave her an autographed pair of gym shoes. I was nauseated just thinking about it because I actually believed she loved me. Every night before we hung-up with each other I would tell her I loved her and she would tell me back. I'm such a fucking sucker.

As she climbed the steps she began to talk, it was apparent she was having a phone conversation with someone.

"The movafucka got away. 'Black' and his dumb ass friends can't do shit right. They spooked him coming through the back door, and he broke my basement window and climbed out. He hasn't called me. I tried to call him and it goes straight to his voicemail. They're driving around now looking for him. Girl, I got a half million dollars ridin' on him turning up dead this weekend. He can't possibly know what'z up. I'm thinking he thought that it was Ray coming through the back door and that's what made him leave. He ain't called, hasn't text me or I-M'ed me. How about you: is your 'mark' dead? How'd they kill him? Hummm, yeah, I read about that-that's how I should've done it in the first place. I'm gonna call you back and try him again. C.O.M.P.T.O.N. girl!"

Who the fuck is 'COMPTON?' From her conversation it seemed as if she had planned this with some other bitch and from how it sounded: the other facebook sucker was dead. Whoever these bitches were-they were cold, calculating and deadly. She went in the bathroom to take a piss and started cussing when she got my voicemail again. When she was done pissing I didn't hear the faucet: nasty bitch didn't even wash her hands. I stood in the closet quietly and could hear my own heart pounding. She came out the bathroom and belly flopped on the bed and sighed in frustration. It was now or never: hopefully she didn't have the gun in her hand. In my mind I counted, '1-2-3' and busted out the closet, charged at her, straddled her down, and wrapped my hands around her throat and began choking the shit out of her. Her eyes bugged-out, she looked surprised, crazily struggling for air. For about 45 seconds I was in the mindstate of a murderer. I wanted to kill the whore. The life in her eyes looked like it was sinking into the abyss of nothingness as I continued choking her with all of my might.

"Let her go son!", whispered my mother's voice suddenly popping into my enraged mind. I really didn't want to let go of her throat, but I did at my mother's imaginary request. After I took my hands from her throat I went 'Chris Brown' on her and punched her in the face, threw her off the bed and started kicking her in the stomach repeatedly. I grabbed her weave and slung her into the dresser's mirror causing it to shatter. Then I slung her into the wall, she bounced off the wall on to the floor and like an animal I went for her throat and started choking her some more. It wasn't my mama's voice that told me to stop this time-it was my own conscience.

I don't hit women, but this was no woman: this bitch was a psycho-path. She was totally and completely without remorse. Her nose and mouth were bleeding profusely and her left eye was swollen. It was the first time in my life that I've ever hit a woman with the exception of Adrienne Jones who I hit in the arm in third grade. Adrienne tried to take my crayons and Taikwanda tried to take my life. There are certain things in life in which I am adamant about; don't fuck with my crayons; and don't try to take my life!

As she laid on her back she started laughing, blowing bloody bubbles between her lips. I couldn't believe that she was laughing. I just kicked the shit out of her, any normal woman would be unconscious or crying in pain but she was laughing the laugh of a mental patient-she was one sick puppy. I sat on the side of her bed watching her laugh and I was utterly fascinated, furious and physically exhausted from dealing with this chick.

"You hit like a bitch!" she said laughing louder. "I've had my ass kicked by linebackers in the NFL; smacked around by pro basketball players 7 feet tall and compared to them-you punch like a homo hairdresser named 'Twon cruising a gay bar. That's all you got motherfucker?!" She kicked off her stelletos, stood up and charged me and I slugged her in the grill one more time. She fell back to the floor."

"The adrenaline was still pulsating threw my body. The fear from almost being murdered earlier; and beating her ass gave me a rush-a rush that I never thought was possible. In a weird way I was never so sexually turned on in my life. Her insulting taunts made me feel the need to kick her one more time. So I clenched my teeth, and kicked her in the side with the hopes of breaking a rib. She winced a bit but began to laugh hysterically in spite of my best soccer kick. This bitch was sick!

"You're a bitch ass nigga!" she laughed, dribbling spit mixed with sloppy blood bubbles.

"Fuck this! This chick was turning me to the darkside, compromising my humanity. She was evil-pure evil. I grabbed her phone to call the police and she began to talk.

"Who do you think the cops will believe: me or you? Look at my face! The choke marks around my neck; the blood; the bruising from your kicks; and you raped me!" She said sitting up, spitting blood through a sick grin chuckling.

"I didn't rape you!" I said with shock in my eyes.

I didn't rape her! My finger paused before I could press the last '1' of '9-1-1'. If the cops take one look at her-I'm going to jail before I would have a chance to explain her diabolical life insurance scam.

What should I do? I grabbed her gun off the bed and held the bitch at gun-point confused about what to do next.

"Go ahead! Pull the trigger! I'm a C.O.M.P.T.O.N. bitch. I'm not afraid to die." She walked closer, taunting me to pull the trigger. Her voice resonated with the laugh of a demon as she moved forward.

My adrenaline had subsided, reason had set in and I was no killer. I was confused. I pushed her to the floor, still pointing the gun like an amateur. She fell to the floor laughing more.

"COMPTON? Why'd you tell me that you were born and raised in Dallas?" I asked, attempting to get to the bottom of this bitch's web of lies.

"It's true. I was born and raised in Dallas. 'C.O.M.P.T.O.N.' isn't where I'm from, it's the motto of the clique of bitches I run wit." She said with a dazed and dizzy grin. .

"What does it stand for?" I asked, indulging her.

"'Cause-Our-Movafuckin-Pussies-Turn-Out-Niggaz!" She explained, spitting a glob of blood on the white bedroom rug.

"Is that all you are: a piece of pussy? You ever think that their might be something deeper to who you are? Have you ever considered that love could be at the core of who you are?" I asked.

To Be Continued...

How I Fell In Love With A Bitch On Facebook And Almost Got 'Kilt'

2011-06-14T16:30:00.001-04:00

Dear Emblem,

Allow me to explain how I got involved in a Facebook relationship that nearly resulted in my death. The names have been changed to protect the identities of the crazy movafuckuz who participated in the following events. On January 9th 2009 I stumbled upon her photo on a common friend's Facebook page. Taikwanda was gorgeous in every way, at least that's the picture her Facebook photo album painted. She looked like she could've easily been a model, tall, curvaceous and obviously outta my league. Men want what they can't have and I wanted her. I got her and I almost got kilt.

Like everyone else on Facebook I put my best foot forward and dragged the lame foot behind. On Facebook I'm known as 'Taz Money', not that I'm rich, far from it, but the name sounded catchy. I 'friend requested' Taikwanda and a day or so later, she accepted and from that moment forward I made sure to comment on her every status. If I didn't comment on her status I would at least make sure to hit the 'like' button to show support. She caught my eye and held my attention like no other woman ever had. I'm not a stalker, but my imagination had been helplessly captured by the trappings of her beauty. When Taikwanda's birthday came on October 30th 2009 I sent her all kinds of cyber roses, hugs, hearts, teddy bears, cakes with candles and kisses. Her profile on Facebook had me smitten. Admittedly I was on pins and needles when I thought of her. Cyber relationships reveal just how very insecure a human being is. The connection that I developed to her was utterly bewitching. In laymen's terms I was mentally fucked up.

Initially her Facebook profile listed her relationship status as 'single', but I took her 'single' status with a grain of salt. As sexy as she was I knew there had to be some roosters in the hen house 'cock-a-doodling doing' her. Never the less I continued hitting the 'like' button like a mindless drone, faithfully commenting on her every status even when she misspelled words. Whatever social or personal topic she would status about, whether it was something news worthy or trivial I went online and researched more info on the topic and posted a link along with my comment. With words alone I passionately made love to her Facebook page, going out of my way to let her know I was interested in the fullness of her being and the substantive essence of who she was. I was such a fucking smuck. If I was any less of a man I would have ended up in a mental institution. This chick nearly turned my brain into hamburger meat. If another dude left her a message, privately I would lose my mind. Once I saw a comment from a dude named DJ Dizz and I threw my remote at my 42 inch television but I kept my cool online. Flirting worked both ways between us, Taikwanda flirted with me when I wrote a status but not nearly as much as I flirted with her. She found a way to make the most mundane of subjects sublimely sexual. On February 8th 2010, she sent her phone number to my inbox. When I saw her phone number I had heart palpitations. We had been friends for a little more than a year on Facebook and now her phone number was starring at me like 9 golden keys. They were the best numbers I'd ever seen. Those numbers made me feel like a lottery winner.

While at work I wondered what would be the best time to call. 5pm was too early because usually people are leaving work for home; At 7p.m she'd probably be in the midst of the busiest part of her evening; 9p.m. on the dot would seem too calculated and planned; but '9:17' seemed both random and natural: not desperate; not intrusive; and not too late. 9:17p.m. was perfect and 9:17p.m. also marked the exact moment the craziness officially started.

When we spoke, her voice had a lively energy to it: innocent, vivacious, bright, pleasant, and sexy as hell. From that day forward our official online love affair began to take shape and after talking on the phone for nearly three months we had planned to meet each other in person. In that three months time I had sent her 600 dollars in 3, two hundred dollar increments. I have never thought of myself as gullible before I met her but if I've learned anything, it's that everybody is vulnerable. Her asking me for money should have been a red-flag but she had me all 'in'. I was stupid!

It was agreed that I would fly to Dallas from Chicago and we would spend the weekend together.

A month before my trip I spent a month in the gym getting ripped, and I bought a couple of new outfits to beat, and at the same time look neat in the Dallas heat. The flight had a one hour lay over in Atlanta and from Atlanta I got a connecting flight to Dallas. A few hours later the plane touched down safely at Dallas Fortworth International Airport. I ain't afraid to fly, I just have anxiety about putting my life in someone's hands. She was worth the risk as well as the $739 dollar round trip ticket: so I thought!

I'm not Denzel but I ain't exactly Flavor Flav either. My hair was crisp, my outfit was sharp and my breath was smelling good and Taikwanda looked like ice cream that I couldn't wait to lick.

She had an eggshell white 2009 Suburban with 24 inch rims, it was a rather manly truck for such a petite woman. The inside of the truck was clean and the seats were soft buttery leather. I didn't know that she was ballin' like that-like that! Taikwanda's Facebook profile stated that she was an administrative executive with a professional sports team. So I assumed she made a decent salary.

Though she lived in Texas her smile was like a Hollywood actress, it was obvious she had put plenty of money in her mouth. Her teeth were celebrity white. Personally, I was barely middle class, but I've made it a point to take advantage of the two free dental cleanings every year that my dental insurance provides through my job. Two weeks prior to the trip I purchased a box of Crest Whitening strips. They worked somewhat. My teeth aren't yellow-yellow, but you can tell I've had a few cappuccinos in my time. I'm kinda self- conscious about everything-not in a 'low self esteem' way, but I really wanted to make a good first impression. I wanted to look my best and the Crest strips help get me an extra shade of white. The whitening strips worked well but were nothing in comparison to the intimidating cosmetic work she had done on her teeth-her teeth were perfect and her breasts defied the laws of gravity. I'd bet a small fortune that she paid a pretty penny for both the tits and the teeth.

I expected to see a nice house especially since her teeth, clothes, hair, tits and whip were sharp. Her house was nice but it was smack dab in the hood. Smack Dab!!! When we pulled up in her drive-way her next door neighbors were smoking blunts, cooking out, playing spades, selling crack, cussing loudly, braiding hair, lifting weights on the porch and Lil Wayne was blasting from inside the house. That'z when the first red flag went up. I realized that coming to Dallas may not have been the best of ideas. I live in Oak Forest Illinois, a Chicago suburb and I commute into downtown Chicago daily. I'm not a corporate big shot, nor a Gangster Disciple, or a Vice Lord. I'm not a pussy either but admittedly there's nothing 'hard' about me. I'm just an average slack wearing, hard bottom shoe rocking brother, working at a bank 9 to 5 until white people figure out how to replace me with a computer program that's more efficient or out source my position to some guy named Chuktai in India who'll do my job for a third of the money. If there was a picture next to the definition for 'Average Black Guy'-it would be me.

By the looks of her neighborhood and neighbors I'm thinking that maybe she should have come to Chicago instead, at least I would have been in my comfort zone. As I opened the truck's door to get my overnight bag from the back seat of the Suburban I retrieved it as discreetly as possible, careful not to draw attention to myself. I avoided making eye contact with her muscle bound neighbors. Out of my peripheral vision I could see them starring at me with penitentiary eyes. One dude in particular looked exactly like Charley Murphy on steroids. He was lifting a forty ounce to his mouth slowly and his muscles were filling out his wife-beater tee-shirt in such a way that he looked like a poster boy for the Texas Department of Corrections. All he needed was an orange jump suit. He was making me very uncomfortable.

"You betta duck yo head down nigga! Pop-Pop-Pop!" He yelled from his porch. I ain't no what the fuck he meant, but I had a clue to what 'pop-pop-pop' meant, especially since he aimed his finger like it was a gun.

"Mind yo fuckin' business Black! Don't pay him no mind Taz.", Taikwanda screamed in a rowdy, ghetto tone of voice. I didn't know she could muster such a tone. On the phone Taikwanda Mitchell came off both sexy and classy. Her phone manners had been impeccable over the three months that we had been talking but when she yelled at the Charley Murphy look-a-like on steroids she sounded like she'd lived in the hood her entire life. It was a startling transformation as she went from upwardly mobile black professional to hardcore ghetto chick.

"Girl when you gonna let me come over there and karate chop that ass and give that pussy a front snap kick? Pow yau!!" The Charlie Murphy look-a-like yelled from the porch, physically demonstrating the front snap kick. The future prisoner disrespected not only Taikwanda but me as well, all the while he had a sinister grin on his face. I thought about saying something in defense of Taikwanda's honor, but upon further review of the situational dynamic I thought it might be best to keep my movafuckin mouth shut. Not that I'm a bitch ass nigga but the numbers weren't in my favor. I would feel way more comfortable at a hotel right about now.

Surprisingly the inside of her house was nice, neat and inviting. Leather living room set, white rug, crystal statues, mirrors and a grand marble kitchen counter, with matching marble tiles. Her house was in the hood but her furniture was in Beverly Hills. At least she ain't triflin', I thought.

Her bedroom was fly, mirrors on the ceiling, King size bed with red satin sheetz, a bone ivory dresser set, trimmed in gold with a 42 inch flat screen mounted on the wall. If she wasn't in the hood she'd be in the lap of luxury. She had a world pool tub in the bathroom. The bathroom had been completely remodeled with a walk in sauna and shower. The bitch was 'hood rich'.

"You can put your bag in that closet." She said pointing to a door with a body length mirror.

When I opened the closet there were 50 or more pairs of football cleats, and basketball sneakers with players numbers and signatures. Goddamn! Her fucking closet looked like shelves at Footlocker. Size 16, Size 18, Size 19: It wasn't nothing less than a size 14 that belonged to Sixers' point guard Derrel Davidson.

"Where'd you get all these cleats and sneaks?"

"Every player I meet: basketball or football I ask them for a pair of autographed playing shoes. Hopefully one of them will become a Hall of Famer one day and I can sell the shoes on e-Bay."

Her ghetto ass neighborhood and the 50 plus autographed pair of cleats and sneaks caused the second red flag to instantly pop up in my mind. The third red flag exploded as an angry knock at her door causing my heart to jump. Maybe it was the Charlie Murphy look-a-like on steroids?

"Open da fuckin' door whore! I want my truck back bitch! And my money too! Don't no Goddamn abortion procedure cost $20,000 dollars." An angry male's voice yelled, knocking on the front door like thunder.

Taikwanda opened her panty drawer and pulled out a fuckin chrome .50 caliber handgun. The gun seemed bigger than her but she cocked the slide back like she meant business. "Wait in the bedroom Taz!" She said marching to her second floor window. I stuck my head out of the bedroom and she opened the window and yelled, "Get from in front of my house Ray. You signed the truck over to me remember: that'z-that!! It's not your fuckin' truck anymore." She waived the automobile title like a flag. "Leave before I call the police! And if you kick my door in again I'm gonna shoot yo big ass! Don't test a bitch cause I will blast yo ass!"

"You forged the title bitch! I ain't sign shit over to you! And I want a receipt for that Goddamn abortion!"

"How about I show the receipt to your white ass wife. If you want the truck back tell Judge Joe Brown and prove the truck ain't mine!"

Curiosity got the better of me. I left the bedroom and walked to another bedroom and looked out the window and saw number 54 Raymond Arcell, 4 time All Pro Middle Linebacker and he was way bigger in person than on TV. He made her neighbor wearing the wife-beater look like a miniature statue. Ray Arcell started kicking at the door and Taikwanda pretended to dial 911, and purposefully spoke loud so Ray could hear.

"Hello Police. Ray Arcell the football player is kicking at my door." Ray could hear her making the call and ran to his Escalade and pulled off screeching his tires. His last encounter with the police went viral on You tube. The incident resulted in Ray Arcell being tazed for disorderly conduct outside of a night club in Atlanta. The next day ESPN news played the video of him being tazed every hour on the hour on Sports Center and Niggaz made up a dance mocking how he moved when he was being tazed and called it 'Arcellin' in the club.

Taikwanda closed the window and came in the bedroom with a big smile and said "You wanna go out to eat? Dallas is full of great restaurants."

'Did this bitch just ask me if I wanted to go out to eat? A four time all-pro killer NFL linebacker with a dance named after him just came by kicking at the Goddamn door and this bitch wantz to know if I wanted to grab a bite to eat? Fuck a Goddamn bite to eat! I wanted to go back to Chicago!

"Don't worry about Ray he's just upset about his torn ACL and the fact that he'll be out for all of next season. We had a little fling last season but it didn't last, he's married and plus he's about to get cut from the team for off field behavior. He uses steroids so much he can't fuck a hole through a donut anyway." As Taikwanda was talking her phone rang.

"Hello! Give me 15 minutes. I'll be there but I can't stay long. I have company." Taikwanda said into her Iphone, quickly hanging up.

"Taz I have a mandatory evening meeting concerning the team but I'll be back in less than two hours. You can shower, get dressed and I'll be right back. There is some food in the fridge to hold you over until I come back."

This bitch is about to leave me in the crib by my movafuckin self! Suppose big ass Ray comes back?

"You gonna leave the gun wit me?" I asked. I didn't want to be in here without a gun. Big ass Ray Arcell would come through that flimsy ass front door like it was a cracker.

"I have an extra .38 caliber under my pillow. My cable is off right now but I have plenty of DVD's. Be right back!" She said giving me a kiss on the cheek and then a slow tongue kiss. "I'll be right back! Promise" She whispered in my ear seductively. As sexy as she was and as much as I thought I wanted to have sex with her I really wanted to go home instead. When she left I brushed my teeth and gargled. Ain't No tellin how many niggaz been in the back of her throat.

After she left I really thought about calling a cab to take me to a hotel. I kept looking out of the window, scared that Ray Arcell would return. Her neighbors next door were drinking 40's, smoking weed and fighting pitbulls in the front yard. I felt trapped and as tempting as it was, I didn't want to snoop through her shit. We spent hours talking about trust but after Ray Arcell showed up bamming on the front door I found myself having some real trust issues. Instead of drawer snooping I decided to just look at photos. Her pictures were a who's who in pro football: #25 Donovan Kappers Panthers Wide Receiver; # 10 Chris Johnson Colts-Tight End; #23 Deon Stallworth-Cornerback-Eagles; #45 Hayword Camby-Running Back, Seahawks; # 17 Dixon Pete-Defensive end, Saints # 43, Terrell Johnson-Full-back, Cowboys #12 Travis Mcpherson-Quarterback-Browns; and those were just the niggaz I recognized without their helmets. The other big and tall niggaz in the pictures I guess sat on the bench and that'z when it hit me: I'm standing in the living room of a professional groupie!

I said that I wasn't gonna snoop, but when I figured out she was a Sports groupie I started looking through her shit. And that's when I found it: the groupie bitch had taken out a half million dollar life insurance policy on my black ass and she was named as the beneficiary. She was setting me up to be kilt. At that moment I heard scratching at the back door, someone was trying to get in the house.

To Be Continued...

"...or feed it to some wild beast..." Part Two

2011-06-08T14:11:00.000-04:00

When class let out, William was mad as fuck. Mr. Zesserman made him stand at the blackboard doing quadratic equations until the end of class. The only thing missing was a tall, pointy tipped clan cap with the word 'Dunce' written in red sitting like a crown on his head. It was torture. Zesserman didn't scream at William, he just calmly kept telling him that everything he was doing was either wrong, in the wrong order, or unnecessary. "You're suppose to move this number to this side of the equation"; "Find the square root first". It was horrible. Though William was dressed better than a Hip Hop manikin-much like a manikin he felt nothing inside, and literally dumb and numb from the mind maddening barrage of quadratic equations he was hit with.
"Mr. Z tore yo ass up son!" Israel reminded William in a sadistic sort of way, pleasurably adding insult to injury to William's already bruised ego.

The two were walking home from school and while casually strolling pass a dice game William responded to Israel's comments, and William yelled in frustration, "Fuck Mathematics!" His words cut to the core of the dice game. A mean looking 'Old G' who was rollin' dice stopped, held the dice, stood up and roared, "Who da fuck hates Mathematics!?!" Both Israel and William snapped out of their A and B conversation and looked at the mean lookin' Old G. He stepped in front of the two teenagers with a disposition of confrontation in his body language, scarring the High School boys.

"What da fuck you mean you hate supreme mathematics?!!" In both of the High School boy's eyes the Old G could see that the comment was not directed toward him.

"I'm Supreme Al Jabbar Allah and Mathematics is the key to the Universe: so how da fuck do you hate mathematics?"

"My dumb ass teacher made me stand at the blackboard for the entire class."

"That'z life-life ain't nuffin but solving Math problems at the blackboard of life.

"What's your name again?" Israel asked the Old G who was still holding the dice in his hand.

"Supreme Al Jabbar Allah!"

"What kind of name is that for a nigga? What are you, some kind of muslim or something?" William asked.

"Naw I ain't no fuckin muslim. The Black Man is God and I realize my existence as the Supreme Being. Al-Jabbar is an attribute which means 'The Compeller' who compels the equations of life to come together in balance. Al-Jabbar is where they get the mathematical branch of 'Algebra' from. Allah is God manifest as the Blackman in the physical form." Supreme Al Jabbar Allah dropped the break-down of his name as if he'd been rehearsing it his entire life.

His rhetoric sounded strange to William and Israel, especially the way he broke-down his name.

"Roll da dice nigga!" One of the guys yelled from a crouched position holding money tightly clenched in a fist that rested nonchalantly on his knee. "Let them little niggaz go about their business 'Soup'!"

Supreme didn't listen. He rolled the dice one last time and crapped out with an eleven.

"That'z my money!" Said the nigga crouching. Soup quit and began to build with the two young brothers, forgetting about the dice game and the few dollars on the ground.

"Math is nothing but a language, and the way the colored man teaches it is solely quantitative."

"What do you mean by 'quantitative' and what is a colored man?" Israel asked.

"A Colored man is a white man!"

"You wrong! In my history book it said 'Colored' means black people." William said.

"Now cipher! That is trick knowledge: Black is not a color instead it's the foundation to all color. Black is the fabric of the universe. Black is the general reality and the underlying essence of all things. White is the absence of Color and denotes that which has been 'Colored' to the point in which it has no color. 'Colored' is past tense-it's past tense because it indicates that a process of discoloration took place to produce a 'colored' human being. The white man is white because he has undergone a process. Tell your history teacher and your biology teacher that Supreme Al Jabbar Allah a.k.a. 'Soup' said it."

"So what's quanti-ti-ti" William wrestled with the word on his tongue.

"'Quantitative'! means 'quantity' or how much. The colored man's understanding of math is based solely upon the measurement of material quantity-quantity is only one half of the nature of mathematics. The other half of Mathematics is qualitative. Meaning 'One' is not just 'One-One has a quality attached to it and that Quality is 'Knowledge'. The intrinsic value of an integer must be considered to understand the full psychological impact and implication of each number in terms of its qualitative intrinsic value in order to grasp the full reality of mathematics."

"Nigga is you tryna kick knowledge. Because if you is-you can go on with that bullshit. My dad said yall knowledge niggaz stay broke." William said, doubting the words coming from Soup.

"I got yo 'broke' nigga", Soup said pulling out a wad of cash, making their young eyes open wide.

"So what's 'two'?" Israel asked.

"Two is Wisdom, three is Understanding, four is Culture Freedom, five is 'Power Refinement'; six is 'Equality'; seven is 'God'; eight is Build Destroy; nine is Be or Born and zero is cipher." Supreme Al Jabbar Allah ran down supreme mathematics as if they were his name .

Less than a minute prior William had yelled "Fuck math!" and a little over a minute later he was fascinated with mathematics in know limit of time. Israel was froze, as well as fascinated with the words coming outta Al Jabbar's face. Without thinking both young men swung their back packs off their backs, unzipping them quickly and ripping a loose leaf sheet of paper out of a three ring binder.

"Say 'em again?" Israel said ready to write.

"Two is Wisdom, three is Understanding, four is Culture Freedom, five is 'Power Refinement'; six is 'Equality'; seven is 'God'; eight is Build Destroy; nine is be or born and zero is cipher." This time Al-Jabbar recited the math slowly as the boyz wrote them down.

This was different than math class, but somehow the two teens knew that this guy who put his dice game on pause in the defense of mathematics was imparting something deep, and very sacred.

After the initial magnetic of Soup's words, William's mind flashed back to his struggles at the blackboard and he pulled out the Algebra two text book like it was one big 450 page math problem.

"Can you do this?" William said, eagerly handing Supreme Al Jabbar Allah the Algebra book.

Snatching the book from William he opened it to a random page.

"My name ain't Al Jabbar because it sounds good. Lil nigga, my attribute is Supreme Al-Jabbar Allah because I can show and prove."

The two high school students didn't say anything, instead they observed his mannerisms as he did the knowledge. Did he really love mathematics and could he really show and prove all of those mentally painful Algebra problems in the book? Israel tested him, first asking him to demonstrate knowledge of Absolute Value.

"What's absolute value!?!" Israel asked with intensity. It was a subject Israel knew.

"Yall little niggaz wanna test me?! Mook! These little niggaz tryna hem me up like a newborn!" Al Jabbar yelled to his right hand man still on his knees rollin' dice. Mook didn't pay the trio any mind as his mind was focused on how the dice fell.

"Anytime you see any number between two brackets it means 'Absolute Value', meaning if Power which is five manifest between two brackets it shows and proves that the value is absolutely five. So if you see negative five it is still five in absolute terms. The absolute value of five is Power. When standing between two brackets a number like negative Power is Power! Regardless if a number is positive or negative if that number stands between the prison house of those two brackets: the value of the number is absolute indeed. His answer was acceptable to Israel-Israel could tell Al Jabbar knew a little somethin'-somethin.

"What'z a variable?" Israel asked the question like it was an intentional double whammy designed to throw Soup off.

"A variable is when shit happens. Unknown shit happens every single day of a movafuckuz life. In mathematics a variable is a letter that represents a number. Five is 'power' don't forget!"

The two teens nodded. They remembered five as power and Supreme Al-Jabbar continued.

"When Power (5) stands before a variable such '5x', Power is the co-efficient. Little Nigga I ain't dumb. Mathematics is a Language that most 85ers don't talk. But I talkz that mathematical shit! Feel me!"

"What'z an 85er?"

"They're Dumb Movafuckuz! They believe every movafuckin thing they hear and they believe in things they can't see, especially God."

"So you don't believe in God?" Israel asked.

"Little nigga I know who God is! Hey Mook! Come here! Tell these little niggaz who God is." Supreme called to his partner in crime.

"Nigga I'm on da dice! Leave my name out that Godbody bullshit for now. You need to get back on these dice nigga and leave them two little niggaz be!" Mook said snapping his fingers letting the dice go, splashing up on the back of the wall snapping his fingers in hopes that his point would fall.

"Mook knows who God is-he fuckin' around wit two pieces of steel right now . The truth is yall little niggaz is God." Al-Jabbar said straight out.

"Nigga you smokin' crack!" William said at the seemingly absurd suggestion. "You ain't make the sun, moon and stars and shit! You ain't no damn God. Israel let's go!" William angrily spoke as if Al-Jabbar was a complete flake.

"Hold up!" Israel said. Israel wasn't hot blooded like William, nor as impulsive. He took the statement in a cool fashion. Israel was interested in what Old G was talkin' about and wanted to hear more.

"I know what I'm sayin' is hard to stomach. The 10 percent don't want niggaz knowing who the fuck they are." Al-Jabbar stated as if it was a consilatory explanation of all explanations.

"Who's the 10 percent?" Israel asked.

"They are the niggaz who don't want you to figure out that it 'ain't no' Goddamn mystery God above your Goddamn head.They're whole purpose in life is to keep your bitch ass hungry, naked and outta doors. In other words: 'poor' and 'pathetic'."

"So what does math got to do wit 85ers and the 10 percent?" William asked, now, even more suspicious of Al Jabbar.

"He who has the greatest mastery of mathematics rules the world. Mathematics is 'higher order' thinking-it represents far reaching ideas that advance civilization. It is the true language of the birds."

William wasn't going for it. He reasoned that if this nigga knew as much about mathematics as he said he did-he wouldn't be on the corner shooting dice. So William flipped the page blindly and put his finger on a random problem in the page. "Explain this!" William demanded.

William's finger landed on chapter 6 section 7 of the Algebra two text book. It was the section on expressions. "What is an expression?" William asked like a lawyer cross examining a witness.

"An expression is a statement and in Mathematical statements an expression doesn't contain an equal sign. x + z is an expression; 4x - 7y is an expression because Unknown add Zig Zag Zig and Culture Unknown and God 'Why' does not contain an equal sign. An equation is what makes a mathematical sentence complete and unlike an expression an equation contains an equal sign. Meaning that the idea in the mathematical statement is born. If the highest exponential value in an equation is 1 which is knowledge, it means that the equation is linear. If the highest value of an exponent is wisdom or squared this means that the equation is quadratic. This is very important to know because with out this you cannot know the reality of formulas which encapsulate general mathematical truth throughout the entire Universe: a Universe in which I am God of. Look little niggaz I ain't got time to stand here playing a 'hunit and twenty questions': I do! But I don't! Feel Me? Believe me when I tell you, that when it comez to Mathematics: I'm the movafuckin truth nigga! Get at me when yall stop searchin for a Mystery God above your head." Al Jabbar said, calmly rejoining his dice game. William and Israel walked away, somewhat confused, but nevertheless completely and utterly fascinated.

Peace,

Emblem

"...or feed it to some wild beast..."

2011-05-31T16:54:00.000-04:00

Tick-tock-tick-tock. Shontae made Algebra look easy. Mr. Zesserman smiled at her whenever she went to the blackboard. She was fine as hell and I paid more attention to her ass when she solved math at the blackboard than I did the equations she was solving. She did the problems with complete confidence and made quadratic equations look like child's play. Every time she does the problems at the board I question myself: maybe I'm not that smart? Just because I got an 'A' on last period's test in 6th period 'Government' doesn't prove I'm smart.

'Government' is easier than math. I can debate my teacher Mr. Washington in Government, he encourages the students to have our own 'point of view' and he likes the fact that I show interest and raise my hand and participate in class. Math class is the complete opposite. There are no opinions in mathematics: you're either wrong or you're right and the problem is not up for debate or argument. But, I absolutely hate mathematics, especially this 7th period Algebra 2 class I'm sitting in right now.

I can't believe that it's only 2:13 P.M. It feels like I've been in here forever. This class doesn't let out until 2:50 and the hands on the big ass clock above my head ain't rushing to go no where. Mr. Zesserman gave us back our papers from last Friday's quiz. He gave me my paper back with a '60' circled in red at the top. The test was on the 'FOIL' method: 'First, Outer, Inner and Last. Mr. Zesserman said it was a good way to remember what to do inside a quadratic equation, and that the quiz would be, as he put it, 'A Piece of Cake'. He said that everybody should get at least an 'A'. Mr. Zesserman said it would be 'easy': if it was suppose to be 'easy' then I must be real dumb. Even Marvin, the corny nigga who's been wearing the same sneakers since last year got a '98'on the test. He has some old ass Air Force Ones on and I have on spankin' new Timberlands: I should have gotten a 98 because of my fresh ass Timz alone; after all, I dress way better than Marvin and most everybody else in this school. It's a few niggaz that's 'tied' with me dressing. The Sean John jeans I had on Friday were fresh to death and my mom bought me the shirt to go with 'em. My gear be killin' 'em in the hallways as I posed for the shortiez on the lockers. I looked sharp but I still failed that math quiz Friday. It's too bad Mathematics doesn't give points for being dressed fresh. I get so many compliments on my gear everyday! Mad compliments! But I can't pass a math quiz to save my black ass.

"William! Come up to the blackboard and show us how to complete the square and solve the quadratic equation!" Mr. Z said, calling me to the board.

"Who Me??!"

"Yeah you!"

This is bullshit. I was quiet. I wasn't talking to nobody and this fat white dude gonna call a nigga to the blackboard. He just tryna' be funny. This is fuckin' bullshit. I made it a point to hymm and haw every step of the way to the blackboard. The problem on the board looks like a complete disease of numbers. Whatever happened to regular addition, subtraction, multiplication and division? Who's idea was it to mix letters and numbers any movafuckin way? That shit ain't even natural.

As I stood up, I glanced at Shontae, and damn she got a fat ass. I wonder if she saw what I was wearing yesterday? Yesterday, I rocked my new Jordans. I know she saw 'em. I could see out the side of my eye that she was peepin' at a nigga as I slowly walked toward the blackboard.

"He don't know what he doing Mr. Z!" Yelled my best friend Israel from the back of the class.

"Shut up nigga!" I responded, causing the class to laugh.

"William! I've told you-don't use that type of language in my class. And Israel-no more outburst like that!" Mr. Zesserman said, handing me the chalk.

As I stood looking up at the blackboard, I realized that it was just me and my problem all by myself: 'x^2 + 6x - 7 = 0'.

I needed a joke to break the mood and I figured making Shontae laugh wouldn't hurt either.

"Mr. Zesserman let me ask you a question: what dumb white man decided to mix numbers in with alphabets anyway?" I remarked. The class laughed, including Shontae. Mr. Zesserman was a cool white dude sometimes, even though he wears that same brown sweater vest at least three times a week.

"That 'dumb white man' was Rene Descarte, and the letter 'x' represents a number-so it's not really a letter-it's a letter that represents a number. Come on William stop stalling: solve the problem. What do you do first to solve?"

The laughter in the classroom stopped and I'm surprised my palms didn't turn the chalk in my hand into mud. I hate math! I fuckin' hate math! Only thing made for counting is money. What I did remember is that you were suppose to remove the parenthesis.

"Remove the parenthesis!" I said, looking at Mr. 'Z'."

"This problem doesn't have parenthesis William!"

"My bad!" I said sharply. The way I said 'my bad' got me a laugh or two. Shontae smiled. I know I can get with her because every time I say something Shontae either laughs or smiles.

Shontae raised her hand.

"Shontae." Mr. Z said calling on her.

"He gotta move the constant to the other side of the equation." Shontae said in what I thought to be the sexiest voice my ears had ever heard.

Damn! She gotta fat ass and she's smart too!!

"Where is the 'constant' William?" Mr. 'Z' asked me.

"X to the second power?"

"No! Can anybody help William!?! Israel." Mr. Z said calling on Israel.

"It's the '7', he has to put the seven on the other side of the equal sign.

How in the fuck does Israel know that? He be fuckin' that retarded girl with the helmet at the bottom of the stairwell before 4th period everyday. He shouldn't know shit! After Israel told me what to do, I re-wrote the equation: 'x to the second power plus 6x minus 7 equals'; and then I wrote the 7 on the other side of the equal sign like Israel said.

"What's next William?"

I was stuck like Chuck. This shit is bullshit. I ain't never seen not one adult do Algebra besides this whiteboy teacher who wears a dirty ass brown sweater vest three days out the week. What the fuck do a nigga need mathematics for anyway?

"Can somebody help William again!" Mr. Z asked on my behalf. He has this way of making me feel like I'm retarded.

"He has to re-write the left hand side of the equation as a perfect square." Shontae blurted out without raising her hand.

"Shontae can you come up to the board and show William how it's done." After he asked her to come to the board and help me I felt even more retarded. The prettiest girl in school is helping 'William' the well dressed retard boy.

When she stood up she made time stop, it was like a glowing blue light surrounded her. Her titties were big; she had wide hips like Beyonce and her ass hypnotized me. Damn she smelt good. Her lip gloss made her lips look extra sweet like sexy cherry candy. She took the chalk from my hand. I wanted to just get on my knees and bite her butt, that'z how juicy her ass looked. I think she 'goes' with a 12th grader: at least that's what I heard.

Shontae began to write on the board neatly. Her handwriting was better than Mr. Z's. As she wrote she spoke out loud as she solved the problem.

"X to the second power, plus 6x equal 7. Then you make it x to the second power plus 6x plus 9 equals 7 plus 9-"

"Shontae tell William how you got '9'." Mr. Z interrupted her mathematical flow.

"That's easy Mr. Z: because you divide 6 which is the coefficient of x by 2 and square 3 which gives you 9. When you got the square perfect you write (x + 3)^2 equal 16."

"Hold up! How she put parenthesis around it and you told me this problem didn't have parenthesis?"

"She is writing it as a perfect square. If you'd been studying the chapters, you would have known that William." Mr. Z said, making me, again, feel like a retard.

I didn't like Mr. Z's fuckin' tone of voice. I hate math! I fucking hate math. Fuck finding a damn perfect square. What the fuck does finding a perfect square have to do with real life anyway?

"Continue Shontae." Mr. Z said.

"Remove the parenthesis and it becomes x plus 3 equals plus or minus the square root of 16 which equals plus or minus 4. Which is x equal to minus 3 plus or minus 4 which equals negative 3 plus 4, and - 3 - 4 giving you your answer, x equals 1, and negative 7." Shontae said with 100 percent confidence while chewing gum.

"Shontae spit your gum out please." Mr. Z said. "Your work is excellent. You may sit down."

"Can I sit down too?" I asked.

"You didn't solve a problem yet William. No! You stand there until you learn this. Because the test is this Friday and it's going to be a wild beast. Mark my words."

It was only 2:28 pm: 22 minutes before the bell and I hate math more and more with every passing moment. I fuckin hate Mr. Z's white ass and I hate quadratic equations. I don't give a damn if the test is going to be a wild beast: feed me to it! Because I hate mathematics and I put that on everything I love.

Peace,
Emblem

GRANDMASTER

2011-05-26T09:44:00.000-04:00

On May 21st, 2011, at 46 years of age Bernard Hopkins became the oldest man in the history of boxing to win a World Boxing Championship. He defeated 28 year old Jean Pascal to win the WBC world boxing championship. His opponent Pascal was 18 years younger and Bernard whooped his ass, technically dismantling the young lion. I'm proud of B-Hop for two reasons: Firstly, because he was born and raised in North Philly and secondly, he is in his 40's. I'm in my 40's and I was born and raised in North Philly and I am extremely proud of Bernard 'B-Hop' Hopkins. Philadelphia is not only the home of the cheese steak and the U.S. Constitution, but for those that don't know: it is the Mecca of the pure and unadulterated 'fareone'. A fareone is a straight up bare knuckled fight in the middle of a typical narrow Philadelphia street. I call home and speak with my father once a week. My father and brothers all carry guns, and they have made it abundantly clear that the 'fareone' has been replaced with bullets. The fareone is a dying art-form that has slowly gone the way of the 'dinosaur'. Those who choose to box in Philly keep it strictly in the gym nowaday.

Bernard lost the first fight with Pascal and though Bernard was knocked down in that fight he got back up and proceeded to technically dismantle Pascal and put on a Philadelphia boxing clinic and got a majority draw. On May 21st, 2011 the rematch took place in Montreal and Bernard beat Pascal's ass. Between the 6th and the 7th round Bernard did push-ups letting the judges, the crowd, and his opponent know; "Nigga What!" Bernard did more than beat Jean Pascal, or preserve the forgotten and dying art of a North Philly fareone but Bernard beat 'time'.

40 is a deep psychological age, because all of a sudden you really hear your life clock ticking louder than you've ever heard it tick before. It's the first time in my life that I began to ask myself how long would it take me to knockout one of these strong ass 22 year old college whipper snappers that live in my apartment complex? Well Bernard didn't think about it-he did it. He didn't knock Pascal out, but he beat him up, neutralizing the young buck's attack in every round and viciously attacking his body.

Muhammad Ali is the Greatest of All Time, however Bernard Hopkins is the most dedicated boxer of all time. He is a boxing 'purest'-fighting is his religion: road work, eating right, sparring sessions: controlling sexual appetite; early to bed-early to rise, 'no drugs', 'no smoking', 'no alcohol' and a love for the sport of boxing like no other. B-Hop loves to fight, everything about it-from punching-to getting punched, slipping a punch, neutralizing an attack, timing, rhythm, movement and supreme ringmanship. He is a physical freak of nature-he is not suppose to be doing what he is doing at his age. He is mentally and physically beating 'Father Time'. He's physically beating up men who are young enough to be his son. If such a feat was transferred to another sport it would be the physical equivalent to Jordan coming back nowaday and dominating the game
of basketball.

When Jean Pascal was born, Bernard Hopkins was in Graterford Penitentiary getting an education unlike anything taught in Harvard, Yale or Princeton. He learned who he was, and channeled his anger, rage, and fire in a positive direction. Look up 'discipline', 'drive', and 'determination' in the dictionary and you'll see a picture of B-Hop: A God of boxing. Even if he goes out on his back in his next fight-it will take at least a generation to pass before a fighter comes close to what he has accomplished in the sport of boxing. It is not easy to defeat a young cock-strong 28 year old whose boiling over with testosterone, but Bernard is completely comfortable in his craft and he made it look easy.

Bernard Hopkins literally has false teeth, so imagine your old grand father getting out of his rocking chair, taking his teeth out, setting his cane to the side and proceed to physically whip your ass and make it look easy. That is nothing but pure 'God' in the physical form and I am quite sure Bernard does not know a single phrase in 120. He really shows how the reality of God can manifest in a physical vehicle without any understanding of Math, Alphabet, 120 or an understanding of three stages.

He held the Middleweight Championship for 10 years with 20 title defenses by the time he was 40. Sports analyst talk about Brett Farve, and how great he was and is, how tough he is and true indeed football is a rough ass sport, it's also a team sport-so you're going to get some help. If you get knocked down in football there are 10 guys to help you up. If you get knocked down in boxing you can either get-up or stay down. It depends on you. Boxing is a singular, solitary reality in which two men or women try to take each others head off-no helmets, just 8 ounces of leather on each hand and from there: it's man to man or woman to woman! Boxing is strictly a 'bymyself reality' with no teammates to pick up the slack on some advocated type of math. In every fight you have to face your own fear, muster your own courage, and bang.

Bernard is the ultimate boxer: a boxer's boxer. In a time when Floyd Money Mayweather and Manny Pac-Man Pacqiou make 20 million dollars a fight, an old man from North Philly has a love, and a passion for boxing that is so deep that I dare to say that he would fight Manny and Floyd in the same night and enjoy all 24 rounds. I got a text from California just before the fight, asking me if I got B-Hop? No need to ask, if B-Hop getz in the ring at 70, I'd bet a grand on him because if any fighter can-B-Hop can.

Peace,
Emblem

Everlasting To Everlasting: Emblem VS. Stephen Hawking

2011-05-24T11:55:00.019-04:00

For the past month I've been reading both of Stephen Hawking's books: 'A Brief History of Time' and 'The Grand Design'. Both books have proven to be fascinating explorations into the realm of physics and theoretical physics, and needless to say, Stephen Hawking uses all equality ounces of his grafted brain to show and prove some very compelling ideas in the field of quantum physics. Reading his books have helped me better understand the process of 'three stages of darkness' in a more scientifically detailed manner, allowing me to better appreciate the beauty of physics and the sheer majesty of pure mathematics. If I were to study any religion it would be pure mathematics and physics. I'd be humbly devoted to a religion of math and physics just as a Jew who studies the Torah, a Christian who studies the Bible, and a Muslim who studies the Quran.

I finished 'A Grand Design' at 5:17 a.m. this morning, rolling crippled ass Stephen every step of the way over the Hot Arabian Desert of the mind. Me and that white boy had a very interesting conversation at the turn of each and every page. I will go so far as to say that I have never had a more enthralling and stimulating read regarding the subjects of three stages of darkness; the concept of no beginning nor ending; quantum mechanics; quantum physics; and intelligent design since I've had knowledge wisdom cipher. The book builds on the history of physics for Europeans and how they finally grasped the nature of space-time nine years before 1914. I was sparked for over 400 pages: approximately 200 pages per book.

Stephen didn't take the Mystery God out of the equation completely, instead he put the idea of the Mystery God in context, mentioning the Boshongo people of Central 'Africa' and their fable of creation in how they believe that, in the beginning there was darkness, water and The Great God 'Bumba'. Bumba had a stomach ache and vomited up the sun. The sun dried up the water leaving land. Bumba still had a stomach ache and regurgitated the moon, stars, leopards, turtles, elephants, and finally, man. Hawking also mentioned the Mayan myth in which The creator is simply referred to as 'The Maker'! He said that 'The Maker' was unhappy because there was no one to praise him so he made the Earth, mountains, trees, all animals and since the animals could not speak 'The Maker' made man from mud and Earth. Regardless of the myth, all human cultures have pondered their creation, and the nature of their existence. These first fables by the Original Man were attempts to understand his origin in this world. The Egyptians, the Ethiopians, Greeks, Romans, Babylonians etc., all had a creation mythology. As God and Earth our first degree deals with God being a Blackman who is a Maker, an Owner, Cream, a Father, and ultimately God. Man cannot have a scientific conversation as it pertains to creation without some sort of a God as the first cause, whether one understands God as a man, a disembodied spook, or a set of natural laws, 'First Cause' must be addressed.

Instead of arguing about a Mystery God, Stephen Hawking relegates the idea of God to Natural Scientific Laws which he defines as 'Scientific Determinism'. He does not attempt to erase God, he merely says that how we understand this so-called Mystery God should be in the light of pure scientific and physical law. As I read I was smirking to myself because the crippled colored man was dealing with the highest peak of his grafted equality. However, at certain points, I disagreed with Hawking. Boldly, I challenged the world's most famous physicist since Einstein and I will indeed voice my own theoretical ideas as they pertain to physics before the end of this writing.

My First Point of Contention in which I fundamentally differ with Hawking, and the global physics community is over a small, b.u.t. never the less very critical point. Their idea of the Big Bang is correct to a limit and it is this model of the Big Bang in which I have an issue. The Big Bang occurred 13.7 Billion years ago and physicist mark this moment as 'the beginning' of space time, however in my view the 'Big Bang was not the 'beginning' at all. It was merely a very powerful explosion in space- time stemming from unimaginable temperatures, and unfathomable density. In grappling with the density of this supposed first super atom I began to refute the level of density that Western Physicist propose. They fit the entire mass of the known Universe in an atom at this singular point in time. Extreme density within a relatively small space is a proven fact in physics and I agree with it to a certain extent. It is important to understand that a great deal of energy was indeed concentrated at an infinitesimal point and was a major factor in the initial causation of the Big Bang. However, I hardly believe that 'all' the energy/matter in the known and unknown regions of the universe were present at a singular point. 'All' mass did not begin at the point of the Big Bang as Hawking's model suggest *(will explain later at some point in this writing).

Second Point of Contention Space has always been space. There is no such thing as 'spacelessness', meaning 'space time' didn't begin at the point of the Big Bang: the universe did. Furthermore, intelligence resides in the fabric of 'Space Time'. Again, the fundamental error of Western Physics in my opinion is in their model of the 'Big Bang'. Hawking and the Western Physics' model of the universe as a Balloon that has been filled-up with vast energy and matter is not right and exact. I reject the inflationary balloon model of the Big Bang because it implies that 'space' began at that point, failing to take into consideration that eternal size and eternal dimensions are forever present. The Western model also fails to acknowledge the 'host' which is 'eternal space'-'space' that predated the universe as well as a Big Bang which at its best was in my view, a mere 'Medium Bang'. My theory is that this 'Medium Bang' started a chain reaction in space-a 'space' already filled with dark energy and dark matter existing on a quantum level as matter and anti-matter. Many physicist blindly presume that gravity, strong nuclear, electo-magnetism, and weak nuclear forces had some secret meeting, exploded and consequently inflated what we have come to understand as the cosmos. They place this incredible burden on one atom, and in my view the 'Big Bang' breaks down as a theory when one realizes that this so-called 'First Atom' is brutally over-worked and very clumsy in a theoretical sense. In a 'Medium Bang' scenario an explosion occurs, releases it's mass, and enlivens the Dark energy that has forever been present on the quantum level. There was no new matter/energy created at that moment and I refuse to believe that this explosion defined as the 'Big Bang' spontaneously made the four fundamental forces fuse as one within the heat of this quantum and cosmological genesis. The four forces were 'one' from the door. Yes, potential energy was released, it spread into the cosmos and that portion of the Big Bang model is accurate. This release of energy along with the tiniest quantum particles that innately occupy space time account for all the matter we see in this Universe estimated at 159 Billion light years across and still expanding-expanding into what? Space! Pure Black Space! Space that was eternal to begin with and remains eternal now.

Edwin Hubble in 1929 published his findings, stating that the galaxies are receding further away from observation and concluded that the universe is expanding at an accelerated rate. I agree with the idea of the Universe's expansion however the Universe is not expanding in a 'rubber' balloon into 'newly made' spatial territory. The Universe is expanding within space, and distinct from 'Space': The universe does not accommodate space-space accommodates the universe. The balloon model of the Big Bang denotes boundaries, walls, edges and constraints in which eternal space has none. The Universe is expanding into space that has been forever present(no beginning nor ending). The model of an expanding universe that Hawking's puts forth is flawed in that it does not take into account that there is no such thing as 'Spacelessness'. Western Physics looks at the universe absent of contrast, meaning they only see the white squares on a chessboard and not the black squares. The implication that the Big Bang is somehow expanding in a 'balloon' framework into empty meaningless space is an emphatic 'Now Cipher'! Space has no point of beginning and no point of ending. Eternity is the most difficult concept for a finite being such as man to wrap his mind around because unlike eternity, Man has a beginning and an ending. Finitum cannot comprehend Infinitum.

I postulate intelligence as natural law residing in every nuance of space's fabric. To search for Dark Energy, Dark Matter and anti-matter is why The Space Shuttle Endeavor was launched last Tuesday. NASA went into Space to examine Dark Matter/ Dark Energy and Anti-Matter. Why? This Dark Matter is what I have in numerous writings in the past defined as Black Mind: Is Dark Energy and Dark Matter actual 'Mind'? Indeed! NASA didn't spend Multi Billions of dollars to look at empty nothingness. Huge amounts of space time are being studied to attempt to better understand the reality of existence. Satellites have detected something that can only be described as Dark Energy present in the fabric of space, bending light, and showing and proving gravitation which is proof of a substantive reality.

Before I go into quantum mechanics and deeper into theoretical physics it is important that reference pointz be laid for further scientific discourse . Over the last 2000 years, particularly for Europeans, physics has proved to be an interesting journey. Kudos to Hawking for an entertaining view of explaining the growth of Europeans in the field of physics.

A Very Brief History Of Physics:

It was Aristole who put his wisdom before his knowledge. He surmised that the 'Earth' was at the center of the Universe. Ptolemy was an Astronomer in the first century who elevated above Aristotle as he peeped the pattern of the paths of the planets in a somewhat accurate fashion, b.u.t. his understanding of the manner of their orbits was incorrect-he too dealt with wisdom knowledge, thinking all planets had orbits composed of wild elliptical retrogrades. The historical narrative of Europeans attempting to figure out shit is comedy, b.u.t. we must give credit where credit is due: Europeans are indeed some persistent movafuckuz. Ptolemy figured out how to predict any position of a planet at any given time, however, he too postulated that the Earth was at the center of the Solar System. It took over a thousand years before the colored man realized that the Earth is not at the center of the Universe.

Nicholas Copernicus finally figured out that the Earth was not at the center of the Solar System. In 1543 Copernicus wrote a born cipher cipher king entitled 'De Revotionibus Orbium Coelestium' or 'Revolutions of Celestial Spheres'. The colored dude Copernicus was so 'shook' of reprisal and potential fall-out from the Catholic Church that he didn't have it published until the year he returned back to essence. The Catholic Church said the book contradicted the Bible. Leave it to the religious minded to halt scientific progress. Stephen Hawking goes hard in the paint with these historical narratives in the Chapter entitled 'What Is Reality' in his book 'A Grand Design', admitting that during the compilation of the Bible, Europeans still thought the Earth was flat. There was no peace amongst the Europeans as they argued back and forth for nearly a hundred years. The European is relatively a 'new being' to this Earth, and during the 1600's was still finding his bearings.

In 1633 the Catholic Church put Galileo on trial, accusing him of heresy because he agreed with Copernicus in that the Earth was not the center of the Universe. The Catholic Church found Galileo guilty and sentenced him to house arrest for the rest of his life and didn't officially pardoned Galileo until 1992 long after his death.

The Church wrote an official declaration which stated something to the affect,

"Dear Galileo,
You were right and we were wrong. The Earth is not at the center of the solar system. My bad Dawg!
Yours Truly,
The Pope"

Sir Isaac Newton (1643-1727). He developed three laws of motion and a law of gravity which accounted for the orbits of the Earth, Moon, and planets. Using a pure mathematical framework he showed and proved the reality of gravity. Newton was mad nice with Mathematics. Most Original people would like to think that the Colored man stole shit and true indeed-the colored man stole the whole Goddamn planet. Newton however was a pussy ass, nerd ass white boy who was neither a conqueror nor a soldier, never setting foot in what the devil call's Africa so he didn't steal a Goddamn thing. He was just sharp with mathematics. Newton returned to essence in 1727 and 178 years later in 1905, Einstein set the world of Physics on fire with a paper entitled 'Special Relativity'. In the paper he stated 'Time' was not absolute as Newton had postulated. Einstein stated True I Master Equal can not be treated as separate from space. This is why 'disciplined' physicist state the phrase 'Space-Time', instead of 'space and time'. Nine years before 1914 the colored man figured out that space and time are in fact one in the same, bringing me back to my original point: If there is no beginning nor ending as our born degree states, it implies that there is no such idea as 'spacelessness'. Emblem's theory of the 'Imposibility of spacelessness' suggest that the 'Big Bang' did not effectively create what can abstractly be defined as 'new space' or 'more space', nor is the Universe encapsulated, or enveloped in a primordial expanding balloon that is somehow distinct from the fabric of space-time as the present model of the Big Bang would have us believe.

Yes, there was an explosion of immense magnitude, heat and density. There was a blast radius of course, but again: no 'new space' and thus there are no boundaries or edges to the Universe's expansion. There is tremendous truth in the old '5 Percenta' adage 'No Ledge' . Space is completely eternal with 'no ledges'. All potential energy is present in every nook and cranny of space and thus on a quantum level energy is ever present in the face of that which appears to the naked eye to be empty.

Initially, Einstein didn't agree with the idea of the 'Big Bang', he believed in a theory of the Universe that Physicist defined as 'Steady State'. Upon further evidence Einstein recanted and changed his mind and unconsciously proved the Big Bang in his General Theory of Relativity. The individual who drew up the idea of the explosion of this super atom that caused the Big Bang was a Professor of Physics who was also a Roman Catholic Priest, his name was Georges Lemaitre. He proposed in 1927 the theory of the Big Bang. Einstein and the rest of the Physics' community rejected it as bullshit, suggesting that Lemaitre's Math was Flawless but that his Physics were abominable.

I find it interesting that during this time Master Wallace Fard was locked up in San Quinten when all this shit was a hot topic. I'm quite sure Fard was reading his issue of Scientific Quarterly in the prison library, because out of nowhere, in a ghetto in D-Mecca in 1934 Fard's prize student Elijah is building on very abstract ideas in regard to it taking Allah 6 trillion years to go to war with three stages of darkness and construct the first atom. In retrospect 6 trillion years is interesting, 'unprovable', b.u.t. 'Interesing', especially when you consider that energy/matter exist on a quantum level in what appears to be empty space and how eons of time have had to have passed to pull together sufficient quantum mass to yield such immense density. 6 trillion years is indeed plausible. Logically the atom's weight caused space to warp, bringing more and more quantum mass to a point-not all quantum mass b.u.t. enough to cause a 'medium bang'. Georges Lemaitre was ahead of the curve by 7 years b.u.t. Elijah was on the ass of Lemaitre and the Physics world with only a forth grade education, one hundred and twenty lessons and he didn't even have a goddamn telescope.

Edwin Hubble in 1925 saw through his telescope that Galaxies were moving away from one another and him and the physics world concluded based on the 'Candle Light' equation' and the degree of luminosity of a star the distance between stars, and their motion allowing them to see that the Universe was indeed expanding from a point of an explosive origin, supporting Georges Lemaitre's theory of the Big Bang. The Big Bang wasn't fully proven and accepted until 1967 when two scientist: Arnold Pensious and Bob Wilson working at Bell Labs determined that the static we see and hear on our television sets is nothing more than the resonance, radiation, and residual echoes from the Big Bang or Allah's Self Creation from three stages of darkness borning the Universe. To 'keep it real', Elijah was ahead of the entire Physics community in terms of what he knew to be true and he died with way more loot than nearly the entire world of Physics. By 1967 Elijah had already been dealing with the first atom theory for 33 years. Georges Lemaitre brought it up first b.u.t. Elijah was on it hard, teaching it to Original people in a theological context.

So who is Stephen Hawking and why is he so relevant and ground breaking? What is the Unified Field Theory? What is the Theory of Everything? What are the Four fundamental forces of the Universe? And what do all these Nerd White Boyz mean with all this Quantum Mechanics bullshit?

First, before we go into Stephen we have to mention that in 1915 Einstein revised Special Relativity with General relativity, adding that gravity worked the way it does because space-time curves in the presence of matter. Just as batons are passed from one runner to another runner at a track and field event the baton of Gravity (Quantum Gravity) are Stephen's Hawking's Baton handed to him by Einstein. Gravity is another point in which I differ with Hawking.

Light cannot escape the force of gravity and thus bends and shifts in the face of gravity. All objects as they act in space, warp the fabric of space time, to what extent: depends upon the mass of the object. General Relativity points to the fact that the Universe is indeed expanding. Why? Because if Mass warps space, it would eventually bring things together and ultimately to a conclusive end. So by virtue of Einstein's theory of relativity we can logically infer expansion, leading to the conclusion that the known Universe began from The Big Bang or that a primordial atom that exploded from three stages of darkness.

There are multiple problems with the general model of the Big Bang though it is in principle correct. It is said that at '10' to the negative power of 43rd (10^-43/sec) of a second that the temperature of the initial explosion reached heats as hot as 100 million, trillion, trillion, degrees and then one Saturday Night hot temperatures nudged gravity to start dancing. I do believe that in the beginning the explosion was unfathomably hot, however I strongly refute the idea that 'Gravity' began at this point. In My theory of eternal time by virtue of eternal space (No Beginning nor ending) the fact that space has been forever present means that gravity has also been forever present. The explosion did happen indeed b.u.t. it did not create 'space' or 'gravity'. Gravity and 'Space' did not have a finite beginning, meaning both 'Gravity' and 'Space' did not begin at the moment of the big bang, it was the Universe that began.

If there has always been space-time there has always been gravity. Gravity is integral with space. The notion of Zero gravity is a failure because in what appears to be empty space quantum mass exist curving infinitesimal pockets of space to some degree. The first atom could not have been present in spacelessness, and nor could such an intense explosion occur in 'spacelessness'. Again: space has always been present. The explosion occurred on/in/upon/ and from the fabric of pure 'black-black-black' space itself. 13.7 Billion years ago marks a time and a point in which incredibly large and dense quantities of massive energy were condensed into and unfathomable and infinitesimally small atomic vehicle. This 'Black Black Black'(B^3) energy that NASA and Quantum Physicist have defined as Dark-Matter is in my theory the nature of space A.K.A 'The Black Mind' and the Black Mind has always been in existence and forever in possession of The Strong Nuclear force that hold protons, neutrons and quarks together; This Black Black Black Energy or Dark Matter has always been in possession of Weak Nuclear Forces which construct elements at the center of stars; This Black Black Black Energy has always been in possession of electromagnetism which provides all charges for atomic particles. Stephen Hawking and every Physicist on the planet are looking for an elegant theory that combines all four forces as a Unified Field Theory. The Problem is is that their searching at a finite point of Origin for Forces that Have eternally resided In Dark Matter and in the Fabric of Black Space Time itself. Essentially, Stephen Hawking and all his fellow grafted six ounces of brain-brainiacs will never find a Finite beginning for an Eternal Force if they continue to myopically search the origin of One singular explosion that occurred 13.7 Billion years ago. They assume that such was the first explosion of it's kind. It is my theory that if there is no beginning nor ending than explosions such as what we call the Big Bang occurs rather frequently in the Eternal scope of trillions upon trillions of years.

The Unified field theory is on the four right angles of the square which is the truth. I cee it, b.u.t. let them Keep searching for Trillionz. The Black Mind Manifest as The Black Man which Born God everlasting to everlasting,

Peace
Da God EMBLEM

Emblematic's Examination Of The Problematic

2011-05-20T14:24:00.001-04:00

What came first, the problem or the solution? The obvious answer is the problem, however some would argue that the''solution' was first because problems have to arrive at solutions that were already there to begin with and thus all solutions predate the nature of the problem. Such a conundrum amounts to a kind of, 'what came first: the chicken or the egg?' paradox. A holistic way to perceive both problems and solutions is to understand them both as one in the same or different aspects of the same thing. Some have suggested that the solution to every problem is hidden in the content of the problem itself.

In my view the solution and the problem are dependent upon consciousness. A rock of coal doesn't have a 'problem' because the rock is not conscious-at least to the degree in which the human being has come to understand consciousness. The dead have no concern for mortgage payments, cell phone bills, insurance bills or car notes. However being dead is not an adequate solution to problems.

Emblem's 1st propositional truth: 'Problems' and 'solutions' are both rooted in consciousness. Awareness guarantees problems and acute awareness can yield solutions, however their are no guarantees to find a solution in the duration of a lifetime.

Emblem's 2nd propositional truth: Problems stem from a lack of control and a desire to control events in time that are both known and unknown. The known and unknown correlate to the past present and future.

Emblem's 3rd propositional truth: The nature of 'need' and 'want' create problems and consequently a conscious and even unconscious consideration of the problem produces an effective or ineffective course of action in an attempt to solve said problem. A course of action to find solutions results in inventions, tactics, strategies, rules, laws, coping mechanisms and methodologies all acting as temporary or permanent solutions. These strategies, tactics, rules, laws methodologies and coping mechanisms open up Pandora's box and a myriad of new problems emerge becoming subsections of the initial problem.

A core principle of Buddhism proclaims that life is integral with suffering and suffering is unavoidable. All individuals are in a constant state of finding solutions to minor and major problems. Buddhism's position is interesting, ultimately what Buddhism is suggesting is that all learning is to some degree problematic.

Astro physicist have concluded that the Big Bang occurred 13.7 Billion years ago. I posit that Consciousness had to be present at the time of the Big Bang in order for consciousness to be present now. No one truly understands the who, what, when, where, why and how of consciousness. Cogitio ergo sum: 'I think therefore I am' is a powerful ponderance in regard to the substantive nature and process of consciousness. It sublimely implies that 'consciousness' is experiencing through time and space, further discovering and realizing itself through an eternal problem-solution-problem-solution sequence.

Success is cornerstoned upon your problem/solution ratio, which also marks progress. Progress is based on how one has fared in solving problems. A healthy individual walks effortlessly, however with every step minor problems are being solved by the brain and nervous system. Every major problem challenges an individual to their very foundation. Most major problems result from the unknown, and unforeseen. Problems do not arise from the 'why'. The nature of 'Why'(Y) is premised upon reason and the attempt to grasp. The culprit behind all problems is that which is unknown (X). The unknown (X) tends to present itself on the door-step of our lives in a completely irrational way. No one gets in a car and expects to be paralyzed within an hour after getting behind the wheel. The unknown enters our lives in a very irrational and seemingly rude manner. 'Why' (Y) is asked in the aftermath of the accident not before-hand. We use the tool of 'Why' (Y) to rationalize and reason with events that appear on face value to be purely random and anomalous. No one asks 'Why' in the face of the unknown (X), and 'Unforeseen'. We ask 'why' in the face of that which has been made known and evident. Asking 'why' does not change what happened, it only attempts to rationalize and analyze a given situation. No one with limited data can accurately presume the unpredictable, however one can consider observable obstacles and measurable variables. Murphy's Law, that anything that can go wrong will go wrong' is not a law at all, it is however an axiom that an individual can adopt as an acting rule of thumb for provisional planning of future events. Observable obstacles and measurable variables allow observers to 'check' a given system. Checking is a reinforcement of assurance that allows one to further proceed in the process of problem solving.

('A-B'-A-B') is a hypothetical equation of checking a problem.

Problem: Did you turn off the stove before leaving the house? Leaving the house represents the initial A-B events (A = 'In the house') (B= 'Out the House'). Returning back to the house is the second event 'A'. While in the house the phone rings, breaking the concentration to check whether the stove is on or off. The abrupt phone conversation momentarily distracts from the initial intent, causing the individual to leave the house and forgetting to check the stove. The checking equation of AB-AB was interrupted and is thus incomplete( 'AB-A/B'). *The forward slash (/) between A and B denotes an interruption of the initial intent to check the stove. As the result of not completing the checking process the house burns down and an entire set of new problems that range from A to Z are set in motion because the checking process was interrupted, proving that failure to check thoroughly can result in the compounding and multiplying of one problem into many problems.

The Problem of Religion

Religion is an unconscious admission of the inability or lack of initiative to acquire facts. All religions by virtue of their existence make the statement, "We don't know and consequently We surrender to that which we do not know." This complete and utter surrender to the unknown forfeits all knowledge to a Mysterious God and all manner of causation is ascribed to this unseen, mysterious being. Religion is intellectual passiveness on a massive scale, resulting in the average human being remaining the average human being. Religion was the first form of Social Security, based on psychological Insecurity. Religion guaranteed your citizenship in a social mediocrity. Ironically, religion was for a time a cutting edge solution to the problem of 'unknowns' and the 'whys' of life that had at one time or another perplexed all human beings. Religion was the first fast food chain, providing a quick fix solution for man's natural appetite for truth retarding the scientific nature in the human being. A child by nature attempts to solve problems for what it does not know and understand. The mystery God retards this natural inclination and the inquisitive mind of a child. Parents offer the Mystery God to children as a default explanation for what the parents do not themselves understand, creating the phenomenon of generational ignorance. An unseen God is a retarded solution for a problem and is poisonous to give to a child.

Entire religions were set upon the rock of this Mysterious God and this so-called God is very real in the mind of many human beings. Religion was the first mass hypnosis. Until religion the Human Being had no real explanation as to what life was-It just was. Fiction writers and story tellers throughout history with fantastic imaginations temporarily solved the problem of the 'unknown' and the 'why' of life by concocting Gods as medicinal sedatives for a naturally curious nature that questioned all things. As time passed instrumentation developed, more sophisticated ways of understanding the material reality evolved. 'Let there be light' became 'The Big Bang' and Mathematicians and Physicist began to provide insight into the problem of the Unknown and Why: not the Clergy.

Religion's every solution started with 'who' and the 'Who' was always God. Science concerned itself with the 'How' and the 'What' which are substantive questions. Philosophy argued the 'Why', Historians obsessed over 'When' and anthropologist the 'where'. Those searching for 'How' discovered natural laws, and patterned happenings that allowed them to solve problems that pertained to the phenomena of physicality and the mystery of the material reality. Science has out paced religion and philosophy. Ultimately science has solved more problems in 100 years than religion has in 6000 years. If you are reading this-you are reading this based on the fact that some computer scientist, mathematician, engineer, logician invented a processing circuit that manipulates energy, not because a Mystery God said, "Let there be Blackberry, Droid, Laptops or Iphones."

Peace,
Em

A Limitation of Mathematical Script

2011-05-19T16:45:00.000-04:00

The Blog of Supreme Algebraic Operation was not compatible from one program to the next which caused certain symbols not to transfer in a right and exact fashion. I think that says a whole lot about what web designers think about so-called average individuals. I desire to right blogs that deal with linear algebra, geometry and combinatorics and would love to have every mathematical symbol available at my finger tips. 'Blogger' my web host is limited in it's scripts which limits my ability to communicate effectively to you. I study these equations in private however I am graphically challenged when wanting to transfer my thoughts to you. A web host is just one example, I'm not suggesting that blogger deliberately doesn't have such symbols available because it's a part of some sort of conspiracy , however many designers of the web assume that so-called average indiviuduals don't necessarily desire to explore, discover and write about higher branches of mathematics that can only be expressed with their relevant and correct symbols and terms. It seems the whole world and not just original people need to expand their mathematical context and horizon.

Emblem

Supreme Algebraic Operations

2011-05-19T09:13:00.000-04:00

3x =6 or understanding the unknown equals equality. *Take it to any understanding degree, consider the unknown as wisdom and it shows and proves equality: 'Why does the devil teach and keep our people illiterate?' This is how I would have done an entire Supreme algebraic operation last year. Transferring a numerical value to any given degree in knowledge wisdom cipher is something that I consider a philosophical prerogative and/or an individual's original cee. In the pass year I have reconsidered the idea of the 'Philosophical Prerogative'-in that it is insignificant in regard to the order of algebraic operations. I have concluded that a 'philosophical prerogative' is subjective to the individual. The nature of mathematics is not bound to subjective interpretation. Knowledge Wisdom Cipher is a body of ideas and can be shaped to mean what the individual using the system of 120 wants it to mean. "Taking Jerusalem Back" is subjective to the temperament of the user of knowledge wisdom cipher. One God could draw up 'taking Jerusalem back' as sticking up a colored man, another God could see 'taking Jerusalem Back' as staying in college and graduating. Individual's 'cees' are completely and utterly subjective. A subjective truth has little room in hard science or real math. 'How you see today's degree?', should never be answered the same way by two different people if there cee is truly original. Similarities may be present, b.u.t. your cee should be as distinct as your fingerprints. Where as an actual Math problem in 99 percent of all cases should have an absolute answer based on a scientific process that governs the inner-workings of mathematics. With the exception of certain branches of Mathematics such as multi-variable calculus which can have a multiplicity of answers, mathematics produces one answer: truth.

The axiomatic ideals in 120 should not impede the mathematical order of operations and progression toward the actual answer to a math problem. What makes Supreme Algebra 'Supreme' and distinct from ordinary Algebra is that Supreme Math and Supreme Alphabet are used to express both algebraic problems and answers in a way that is unique. Individual interpretations of 120 should be kept to one's self because they are as diverse as there are individual strands in a head full of hair. If a God or Earth feel as though they see a connection between 120 and an Algebraic function, formula, equation or answer such a connection is solely relative to said God or Earth's cee. Essentially all opinions expressed in regard to knowledge wisdom cipher should not be held as an absolute truth across the board. No two people have the same exact right angle.

Knowledge, Wisdom, Understanding, Culture-Freedom, Power-Refinement, Equality, God, Build-Destroy, Be-Born, Cipher and Allah to Zig should be considered in every mathematical equation. You don't need 120 to do Supreme Algebra. Why? Because Supreme Algebra is a method of generalizing pure arithmetic using variables that represent values in a formula, equation or solution. Supreme Mathematics and Supreme Alphabet can be applied to all math formulas, equations, and solutions. Understanding the nature of positive and negative numbers in a way that relates to Supreme Math and Supreme Alphabet is the key to taking mathematics back for original people who study 'I God' culture.

-1= Negative Knowledge;
-2=Negative Wisdom;
-3=Negative Understanding; etc.

Supreme Algebra is systematic and completely related to normal Algebra taught in Junior High, High School and colleges in all the Nations of the Earth. The only distinction is the re-defining and designations of numbers and letters to the qualitative values found in Supreme Alphabet and Supreme Math: Knowledge to Born and Cipher and Allah to Zig Zag Zig. Supreme Algebra allows Supreme Mathematics to remain culturally centered in the nature of I God culture. As we continue to grow as an ideological Nation we will inevitably seek to explore higher branches of Mathematics. Such and exploration should be in keeping with our cultural designations for our Supreme numerical and alphabetical values. This allows Supreme Algebra to easily move into Geometry, Calculus, trigonometry, and Combinatorics without an individual feeling uncomfortable, bored or alienated doing dry, stale, Western, European flavor styled math.

3x = 6 means Understanding Unknown = Equality. X=2 or Unknown = Wisdom. That's it! That's All! The practitioner of Supreme Algebra need not draw up and recite any lessons in 120. 120 is a distinct philosophical body of axioms and should be pursued in another cipher in your own Good time. Supreme Algebraic insight will allow the next generation of babies born into IGod culture to compete with the children of other nations in the field of Mathematics and perform on equal grounds and arrive at the same answers in terms of raw mathematics as a Chinese, Japanese and German child would. Initially, I was over-thinking Supreme Algebra, ultimately, I realized all one need do is the actual math problem correctly.

Parenthesis, bars and brackets are symbols that represent grouping and they must be dealt with first. Exponents are the second stage of an algebraic operation. 'Blogger' (Web Host of emblemofjustice.blogspot.com) does not provide sufficient mathematical script for me to indicate an exponent. '^' is the default symbol in mathematics indicating the presence of an exponent that will be used until a 'script' upgrade.

In Supreme Math '5' qualitatively represents 'Power Refinement'. An exponent has by virtue of what it does in the course of a mathematical operation the 'power' to raise the value of a number. Ex: 7^4=7x7x7x7 or 'God raised to the culture 'power'(^)'. Exponents raise the value of a number exponentially, meaning it acts as a super multiplying force. When solving an algebraic problem that contains exponents remember that dealing it is the second stage of an algebraic operation. Exponents also act as a short-hand, contracting a mathematical expression in size. Exponents themselves can also be represented as a variable: 'n' can be an exponent. If such is the case 'n' or 'Now, Nation or End' can be any number. Let's suppose 'x' represents any number and 'n' is the exponent for said number. x^n or 'unknown' to the 'now' power. If x is equal to zero/cipher then 'n' can't be a negative number or if the 'unknown' is equal to a cipher 'now, nation, or end' can't deal with negativity (a negative number).

Solve what's in the parenthesis before applying exponential operations: (A+B)^2=(A+B)â€¢(A+B) or 'Allah' add 'Born' to the 'Wisdom' power or (^2).

Exponents show and prove the repetition of multiplication (Good at Multiplying). 1,2,3, represent order. Knowledge, Wisdom and Understanding in supreme math are parallel to the symbols 1,2, and 3. Knowledge Wisdom and Understanding place emphasis upon order. 'Every step of the way' as an axiomatic expression is highly relevant as one proceeds in finding solutions for Algebraic problems. In Supreme Algebra the order of operations are critical. If operations are done in a Wisdom Knowledge (out of order) format your answer will be almost always incorrect. If you add or multiply before dealing with exponents your answer will not be right and exact, it will be wrong. 'Right' is 'Right' and Wrong is Wrong! Supreme Algebra shows and proves that the order in which you do things matters a great deal.

Example: 8 - (3x4) + (6Ã·2) = 8 - 12 + 3 or Build - (Understanding x Culture) + (Equality Ã· Wisdom) = Build + Knowledge Wisdom + Understanding. *Remove Parenthesis; *Multiply-Divide; *Add and Subtract from left to right. 8 - 12 + 3 = -1 or Build - Knowledge Wisdom + Understanding = Negative Knowledge. How do you comprehend 'Negative Knowledge'? Such a question is bound to an individual's 'Philosophical Prerogative and personal cee which is subjective.

The parenthesis assist in pointing out what to do first. Remove the parenthesis as if your pulling off the wrapping paper of gift, accepting it and solving a micro step of a macro equation. Exponents are grouped after Parenthesis are dealt with. Multiplication and Division are next and need to be worked out before the operations of Addition and Subtraction are applied.

*It should be noted that writing out the qualitative principles of Supreme Mathematics in a long-hand fashion is not essential nor practical. Numerical symbols will suffice. I will continue writing out Supreme Mathematical terms in a long-hand fashion to place emphasis on the Qualitative principles of Supreme Mathematics. The indication of their presence and their importance in the conceptual and psychological transference of classical Algebra into a Supreme Algebraic framework within any given Algebraic equation is culturally imperative as Supreme Algebra is still in its inception phase.

*Learning the qualitative numerical values of (1) Knowledge; (2) Wisdom; (3) Understanding;(4) Culture Freedom; (5) Power Refinement; (6) Equality; (7)God; (8) Build Destroy; (9) Be Born; (0) Cipher in a way that is second nature is integral to becoming proficient in Supreme Algebraic operations. Identifying the numerical symbols at lightening tap speed is critical. Numerical symbols have historically come to automatically be associated with quantities. Numerical values such as '5' must immediately be identified as 'Power Refinement' instantaneously in order for classical Algebra to transfer smoothly into Supreme Algebra. The articulatory apparatus of Supreme Mathematics and Supreme Alphabet is the key to open the door and step into the world of Supreme Algebra, Supreme Geometry, Black Calculus and Asiatic Trigonometry.)

Example:

Knowledge: Solving Inequality
2 (3x-2x + 7) = 30
*Move the variable of The Unknowns (x) like a Master. It's imperative you learn to simplify by combining all values that can be combined. Equality means to be equal in everything, so remember to manifest all a-likes or like terms on the same side of the equal sign. If you do it right and exact it should come back like 2(x+7)=30 or Wisdom (Unknown + God)=Understanding Cipher. Simplification is like distilling it back. Draw that Wisdom over the Unknown on the same side of the equal sign: 2x + 14 = 30:

*2x =16 or Wisdom Unknown = Knowledge Equality. B.u.t. where not done Black Sun you got to distill it deeper. Divide '2x' by 2 like Yacob divided the Brown from the Black Germ and that leaves the 'Unknown'. Then divide Knowledge Equality also by Wisdom which = Build. x = 8 or Unknown = 'Build Destroy' to be right and exact.

Wisdom: Solving Inequality
4x -2 < x + 10. An equation is a sentence and an intellectual enterprise of sorts. When dealing with Culture Unknown, Negative Wisdom < Unknown + Knowledge Cipher address it like you would an equation. Since the Original statement is a linear inequality, walk all the variables over the Hot Arabian to the left and the actual numbers to the right b.u.t. first subtract the x or Unknown from each side: 4x - x -2 < x - x + 10; which manifest 3x - 2 < 10 or Understanding Unknown -Wisdom< Knowledge Cipher. Knowledge Culture in the Supreme Alphabet is 'Now' meaning 'Now' you gotta add Wisdom to each side. 3x - 2 + 2 < 10 + 2 or Understanding Unknown - Wisdom + Wisdom < Knowledge Cipher + Wisdom. It simplifies to 3x < 12. Understanding in the problem is a coefficient. In this case Understanding is not negative. '<' or 'inequality' can be allowed to remain in its Original direction. Divide by Understanding: 3x/3 < 12/3. x < 4 or The Unknown is less than Culture which makes the Original inequality a statement that is true indeed. Understanding: Solving Inequality Solve for Zig Zag Zig (z): -2(3z + 4)> 10. Remember to walk the variables over the Hot Arabian to the left. Zig Zag Zig (z) is already on the left. Wisdom divides into Knowledge Cipher evenly, allowing you to skip distribution. Divide each side by Negative Wisdom: -2 (3z + 4)/-2 < 10/-2 = 3z + 4 < -5; or Negative Wisdom (Understanding Zig + Culture) Ã· Negative Wisdom < Knowledge Cipher Ã· Negative Wisdom = Understanding Zig Zag Zig + Culture < Negative Power. Do the knowledge on how the inequality symbol reversed from '>' to '<'. Subtract Culture from each side: 3z + 4 - 4 < -5 - 4 or Understanding Zig Zag Zig + Culture - Culture < Negative Power -Culture. The Subtraction of Culture simplifies and distills back as 3z < -9 or Understanding Zig Zag Zig < Negative Born. Now divide each side by Understanding. 3z/3 < -9/3 = z < -3 or Zig Zag Zig < Negative Understanding. Culture: Solving Inequality In the past I've mentioned that equations are sentences. Such a concept can throw people off quite a bit. As a writer it's my Justice Cipher Born to critically examine every sentence. This is called editing. Sometimes I catch an error-sometimes I don't. Mathematics is the same way. You must edit the initial equation in order to 'publish' it or in Math terms 'solve' it. In the rough draft of my pieces I examine the sentence and sometimes the sentences in the rough draft don't balance out as easily as I might hope. Sentences can manifest as complex, compound, or a combination of incomplete phrases connected by a conjunction. As a writer and an aspiring Mathematician I've spotted the connection between a grammatical sentence and an algebraic equation: not fully, b.u.t. somewhat. Everyday I do Supreme Algebra it is indeed becoming more coherent how grammar and Mathematics connect on a Supreme Level. Supreme Mathematics used by God and Earth hold amazing potential when utilized in higher branches of mathematics. Personally, it has blasted open the realms of Algebraic thinking in my mind. How? Because Supreme Math exchanges a dry quantitative value for a qualitative principle. Principles such as Knowledge, Wisdom, and Understanding contain powerful ideas which is why I have so appropriately named this style of Algebra 'Supreme Algebra'. Imagine two ideas in a grammatical sentence, such would require two expressions and a conduit to connect multiple ideas. As a writer I've learned to connect expressions with a simple 'conjunction' like 'and', 'or', and even commas, dashes and semi-colons. How does such an action transfer to Algebra in terms of an actual Algebraic equation? Solving for an expression of inequality such as 'x' in 16> 1 -3x> 7 is like editing. Subtract Knowledge from each section. 16 - 1> 1 - 1 -3x> 7 - 1 or Knowledge Equality - Knowledge> Knowledge - Knowledge - Negative Understanding Unknown> God - Knowledge. 15> -3x> 6. Divide each expression by Negative Understanding which entails the reversal of the symbols indicating 'inequality'. 15/-3< -3x/-3 < 6/-3 or Knowledge Power Ã· Negative Understanding< Negative Understanding Unknown Ã· Negative Understanding < Equality Ã· Negative Understanding. The completion of the process distills back -5 < x < -2 or Negative Power < Unknown < Negative Wisdom. In life as in Algebra expressions of all kinds are pervasive. It would be naÃ¯ve not to deal with negative concepts i.e. negative numbers in Supreme Algebra. We live in a world that is full of positivity, negativity and neutrality which interestingly enough is very similar in nature to that of an atom which contains all three principles(Thatz another subject).

Power: solve for q
q + 12.1 = 4.5 or Queen + Knowledge Wisdom point Knowledge = Culture point Power What is the Solution for the Queen in this equation? How do you begin the process of finding the answer? What are the clues that can lead you in the right direction as opposed to the wrong direction? The Queen is dealing with a degree of negativity. If Culture point Power is manifested after the equal sign Knowledge Wisdom point Knowledge is greater than The Queen. Queen in the equation acts as a variable. Finding the value for 'Queen' is simple: Subtract Knowledge Wisdom point Knowledge 'from' Culture point Power (4.5 - 12.1) this will take you into the realm of negative numbers. q + 12.1 = 4.5 transform the equation into a question. What number plus Knowledge Wisdom point Knowledge equals Culture point Power?' Such is the question that points to the value of 'q'. q = -7.6 or Queen equals God point Equality.

Equality: solve for x
x/5 = -6 or Unknown Ã· Power = Negative Equality. What is the first thing you do to find out that which is Unknown? Whenever you see division in a simple equation you do the opposite operation to find the variable. The opposite operation of division is What? Multiplication. What is Negative Equality Times Power? In this equation the Unknown is equal to a Negative Understanding of the Cipher or x = -30.

God: solve for d
-5 = d - 13 or Negative Power = Divine - Knowledge Understanding. What is 'Divine'? How do you find that which is 'Divine'? Subtract Negative Power from Knowledge Understanding which manifest Build. d=8 is your answer or 'Divine = Build'.

Build: solve for m
-14 = 3.5m or Negative Knowledge Culture = Understanding point Power Master. In this equation finding the value of Master is the key. 'Master' is acting as a variable and 'Master' can be any number. The important question is what number times Understanding point Power Master equals Negative Knowledge Culture? Divide Negative Knowledge Culture by Understanding point Power and it equals Negative Culture or -14/ 3.5= -4 giving you your answer: m = -4 or 'Master' equals Negative Culture.

Born: Solve For a
2a + 6 = 20 or Wisdom Allah + Equality equals Wisdom Cipher. Reverse the initial operation. Transform the equal sign into a minus sign. Subtract Equality from Wisdom Cipher. It equals Knowledge Culture. Divide Knowledge Culture by Wisdom and that equals God. a=7 or Allah equals God.

Knowledge Cipher: Simplify
7^2 =49 or God to the 'wisdom power' equals Culture Born.

Knowledge Knowledge: What is Absolute Value?
|-3| if you ever come across these two 'bars' do not confuse it with parenthesis or brackets. They are symbols that indicate something very specific in Algebra and other branches of mathematics known as 'Absolute Value'. What is Absolute Value? The absolute value of a number is its 'distance' from the cipher or zero on a number line. Distance is not negative , hence
|-3| is not Negative Understanding b.u.t. Understanding, because Negative Understanding is Understanding points from Cipher on the number line. So if you were asked to simplify |-7| as a term the answer would be 'God'.

Knowledge Wisdom: Adding Polynomials
(5x^2 - 4x + 2) + (3x^2 + 9x - 6) or (Power Unknown to the 'wisdom power' - Culture Unknown + Wisdom) + (Understanding Unknown to the 'wisdom power' + Born Unknown - Equality) bring the first, second and third expressions of each term in the parenthesis together. First term: (Power Unknown to the 'wisdom power' together with Understanding Unknown to the 'wisdom power')+(Negative Culture Unknown + Born Unknown)+(Wisdom - Equality) or (5x^2 + 3x^2) + (-4x + 9x) + (2 - 6)
*Math operates on understanding commutative, associative and distributive properties. To break down the polynomial to this point. I dealt with the commutative property. When I correlated each term to the positional relevance of its counter-part in each expression: 'Far left'; 'middle'; 'end' of it's counter-part in the neighboring parenthesis it was 'factoring'. This stage of the solution demonstrated the commutative and the associative property in Mathematics. The distributive principle completes the solution.
=(5 + 3)x^2 + (-4 + 9)x + (2 - 6)

=8x^2 + 5x + (-4)

=8x^2 + 5x - 4

Or

=(Power + Understanding)Unknown to the 'wisdom power' + (Negative Culture + Born)Unknown + (Wisdom - Equality).

=Build Unknown to the 'wisdom power' + Power Unknown + (-4)

=Build Unknown to the 'wisdom power' + Power Unknown - Culture

Knowledge Understanding: Solve
8x - 6 = 7x + 3 or
*Build Unknown - Equality = God Unknown + Understanding
8x - 6 + 6 = 7x + 3 + 6 or
*Build Unknown - Equality + Equality = God Unknown + Understanding + Equality
8x = 7x + 9
*Build Unknown = God Unknown + Born
8x - 7x = 7x + 9 - 7x
Build Unknown - God Unknown = God Unknown + Born - God Unknown gives you the solution
x=9
*Unknown = Born

The process of the above equation was operationally very methodical; Place all the Numbers on the right side of the equation; add Equality to both sides of the equation; subtract God Unknown from both sides of the equation and shift all variables to the left side of the equation.

Peace,
EMBLEM

The Non-Jurassic Asiatic: The Global Dinosaur Conspiracy

2011-05-16T13:12:00.002-04:00

If we call Da God who founded our Nation 'The Father' then Elijah can be thought of as kind of a Grandfather'. Grandfather's are usually very interesting. They are men who have nearly a lifetime of wisdom behind them and in the winter of their lives they've learned to relax and not take themselves as serious as they once did when they were young men. My Grandfather's name was 'Ross', and he was a pretty cool dude. He taught me how to play 'Gin Rummy' and even gave me my first shot of whiskey at 6 or 7 years of age. He said whiskey would put hair on my chest. Often while playing cards he told me stories about his adventures in World War two. Grandpop Ross was stationed in Guinea in the South Pacific where he fought against the 'Japs' referring to the Japanese. While fighting the 'Japs' he said he had to also fend off the hungry natives who he claimed were cannibals. He told me plenty of war stories and I believed every single one of them. In my mind he was the black G.I. Joe. Our only disagreement was over the fact that he thought Joe Louis would have whooped Muhammad Ali and that kinda upset me a bit. Once I asked my Grandfather how he lost his teeth and he told me that he sneezed while waiting at a 'Stop-light' and that the sneeze was so powerful that he blew his teeth through the windshield of his car. One time my Grandfather told me that he ran full speed from New York to California non-stop in one hour. My jaw dropped. "Wow!" I said. My Grandfather was a real superman in my eyes. He was actually the first person I ever heard say, "Human beings only use ten percent of their brains." It took me a while before I realized that some of my Grandfather's stories were laced with plenty of fiction. I guess I wasn't using a large enough percentage of my brain at the time to detect that my Grandpop was running game on a little nigga. My mom looked at me like I was crazy when I told her about the time that Grandpop Ross supposedly ran from New York to Cali in one hour flat. She looked at me, shook her head, sucked her teeth and chuckled. That's what Grandfather's do: they tell their grandchildren entertaining stories that capture the child's imagination.

Our Asiatic Grandpop Elijah Muhammad told a whopper or two in his time as well. The whole Mothership story is bananas. Elijah said the ship traveled at 9000 miles per hour, controlled the force of gravity, and that the spaceship was a half mile by a half mile and had 1500 baby bomber planes that were driven by six year old pilots who controlled the baby planes with their mind. Elijah said that the Mothership had bombs many times more explosive than dynamite. These bombs were supposedly equipped with drills that could penetrate six miles deep into the Earth; explode; and raise a six mile high mountain after the explosion. As a child in The Nation of Islam I often found myself looking up in the sky searching for the Mothership, wondering if the Mothership had a play-room for junior F.O.I. My teenage mother would often talk about the day the Mothership would come and destroy all the blue-eyed white devils. I'm still waiting: no Mothership yet! As a child I looked forward to going for a ride on the Mothership and playing with the six year old baby plane pilots. As you can probably tell, I was a gullible ass little boy who was definitely taken for a ride by both my Grandfather and Elijah.

I watch the History Channel and I've seen the specials about UFOs, and the lights floating around in the sky caught on amateur video. For some strange reason UFO's never fly over Harlem, the South Side of Chicago, Compton, New Orleans, ATL or North Philly. UFO's always seem to hover above white rural areas of the country where white boyz are drinking 24 packs of Budweiser. Maybe aliens don't like niggaz?

In our galaxy, the Milky Way has been estimated to contain 200 billion stars and conservative estimates place the total galaxy count at 125 Billion Galaxies in the visible universe. The Universe is enormous indeed. The laws of probability point to intelligent life somewhere. However, I don't think Earth has been visited by an Asiatic E.T. just yet. If something is out there, my question is, 'what the fuck are they waiting for?' Land the damn flying saucer and smoke a blunt with a nigga. Until I see clear proof on CNN, Fox, MSNBC, Facebook and Twitter of Spaceships parked above the White House or 125th Street I will remain an adamant skeptic of that UFO Bullshit.

Elijah said the Mothership is a humanly built plane that was engineered and constructed on the Island of Nippon (Japan) in 1929. Niggaz still looking up in the sky. Farrakhan's followers even believe that Fard and Elijah are still alive on board the spaceship kicking it, playing 120 questions. Well, I don't buy it. I love my bow-tied brothers and my Bean Pie making MGT sisters. I have great respect for Minister Farrakhan and of course I will always hold the Honorable Elijah Muhammad in high esteem as a masterful teacher and psychologist for Black People in The Wilderness of North America. I respect all people's right to believe what they want. Jehovah Witnesses believe that they are going to live forever on a paradise on Earth(Forever-ever). Muslims believe they're gonna have 72 virgins in heaven. Freedom of religion is a part of the U.S. Constitution, meaning we are all free to believe whatever the fuck we want.

Elijah Muhammad is like the Grandfather of Asiatic culture in North America and like all grandfathers he told some fantastic stories. There is one story in which he remained skeptical: dinosaurs. Elijah had mad beef with the idea of dinosaurs predating the Original man. He said that the whole dinosaur thing was an elaborate hoax by the colored man to fool the blind, deaf and dumb so-called negro. Elijah claimed that 'Dinosaurs' were the devil's trick-knowledge. If he was right it means the colored man has mad spare time on his hands. Elijah is basically saying all those so-called 'Dinosaur' bones white people discovered are fake and that all that Jurassic Park shit is bullshit. Ironically, on the other hand, Elijah loved the idea of spaceships but gave tyrannosaurus rex the middle finger, dismissing the Paleontologist Richard Owen's discovery of dinosaur bones in 1842 as a complete hoax.

Sometimes I feel I'm the only movafucka at the Asiatic Dinner table who sees the 'Pink Elephant' in the room on certain matters. As I look around the Asiatic table, full from a slice of bean pie, I'm thinking, "How come these other Asiatic Movafuckuz at the table can't see the complete departure from logic and reason regarding certain shit?"

On one hand I'm not suppose to believe in a Mystery God but I'm suppose to believe in Spaceships that refuse to land or even fly over black neighborhoods and that the Dinosaur bones found by white folks are a hoax? Elijah implied in his answer in the born degree that taking things on face value is not right and exact. I wholeheartedly agree! I think it should apply to everything and everybody.

White boys could have brung a big ass dinosaur out on a leash and Elijah wouldn't believe his lying eyes. But when Fard told him about the Mothership he accepted it without question: is that 'Face value'? The strange part about the whole idea of Elijah's Global Dinosaur Conspiracy theory is that it implies that the Paleontologist Richard Owen and some other white people got together in a smoke filled room, sipping on Scotch, smoking Cigars and said, "Hey dude, let's make up a story about a prehistoric giant beast and call 'em dinosaurs to fool niggers and then bury fake bones around the Earth to back-up our story!" And just like that, the Secret Society of The Great Dinosaur Conspirators' was founded. To make things worst, these Dinosaur trickknowlogists traveled to the furthest corners of the Earth planting these fake ass bones to 'Punk' original people. If what Elijah says is true regarding this elaborate Global Dinosaur Conspiracy it suggest that these trickknowlogists have gone to great lengths to enlist the help of museum curators and scientist all over the world, providing these co-conspirators with fake ass dinosaur bones to put on display. White people no doubt perpetuate a whole lot of trick-Knowledge around the world but would they really go so far as to fabricate a whole bunch of fake ass dinosaur bones just to prove a point?

I know a way how all of this can be settled once and for all: I'll call the Nation of Islam in Chicago and see if they have the phone number to the Mothership. I'm sure the Mothership has access to 4G coverage. I'll call the Mothership, ask to speak with Elijah or Fard so one of Da Gods can address the issue and clear up this issue of the Global Dinosaur Conspiracy.

Peace
Emblem

Darwinism Versus Intelligent Design And The Mystery God Versus The Black Mind

2011-05-13T14:44:00.000-04:00

I have more questions than answers and I'm far from a 'know it all' type of God. Literally I'm in awe regarding the nature of things beyond my present understanding and comprehension. The scientific nature of the origination of the Original Man is something I've pondered and have failed to grasp. I'm not alone in my ignorance, world renown mirco-biologist don't have a clue as to how the original man initially came to be. Logically, I've concluded that the original man had to be an original baby at some point in his life, and subsequently this original baby was once sperm. This original mixture of sperm and ovum had to grow in something. A fetus must incubate for a prescribed time to be viable in it's environment outside the womb. If man predated woman where did this original fetus grow and how did this fetus come to exist?

Scientist who have shown and proven theories such as the Big Bang and 'Giant Collision' theory which explains how the moon formed haven't yet shown and proven how the Original Man came to exist on Earth. Many of these scientist advocate a Darwinist ideology, however Darwinism begins to sound as ludicrous as the Mystery God creating man from the dust and blowing the breath of life into him, making man a living soul. Neither Darwinism or Religion explains the point in which inorganic matter transformed into an organic state. Scientist have suggested single cell green algae somehow evolving into a fish, then a monkey, and into a man. Which is stupid. If such was the case monkeys would still be transforming into men. Some scientist have suggested bacteria on crystals heating up to make life. They've also put forth the idea of a meteor striking the Earth with the rudimentary ingredients that compose DNA travelling light years on space rocks; and even electricity striking mud, causing primordial soup to start bubbling. Science nor religion can show and prove the exact cause of the Original Man's origin in this world.

The ensemble of Earthly elements such as earth, air, fire and water do not prove or establish any sound theories and they fail miserably to demonstrate exactly how a state of inorganic matter manifested into a state of organic matter. This lingering question concerning the exact origin of Man challenges Catholic, Jew, Protestant, Bhuddist, Muslim, Hindu, Micro-biologist and even the wisest Five Percenter recklessly adding whole numbers in Harriet Tubman. A Mystery God is an easy, lazy, and convenient explanation to life. The idea of this Mystery God is completely unscientific and only exists as the result of that promiscuous chick named 'Faith' (If Faith had twins she'd probably have two-pacs: get it: Tu-pac). Everybody advocating the insanity of 'Faith' over science needs to wear the helmets that those children in the Special Education classroom wear. Also those who advocate a scientific paradigm need to elevate their own intellectual and academic concepts because some of these so-called scientist have proposed the theory of Aliens vacationing on Earth and 'seeding' life as a plausible explanation for human existence. Such wild theories are just as spooky as a Mystery God sitting on his heavenly couch tallying up our good and bad deeds.

I'm wearing my retard helmet just like Religious adherents, Scientist and developmentally disabled children on the short-bus because I don't know initially how the biological formation of life came to be on Earth. All of us come from a mixture of sperm and egg and the idea of a 'first man' and singular man never made logical sense to me. If the Original Man was the first human being to exist, he had to have a nutless origin. How can any individual have a nutless origin? Such an idea suspends the laws of reason. Further more, What did this original dude screw to born more Original People? Did he stick his divine eye in the dirt? Maybe pods arose out of the dirt and little babies cracked the shells of sticky, slimmy pods? Or maybe some mystery God hit him with a Pacquiao like body punch, broke his rib, pulled it out and made a woman? Bullshit!

The exact stage by stage description of our origin in this world is a critical piece of missing data for the Original Man, religion and science. The white man came from the Original Man and thus the white man knows his exact origin in this world but the black man does not know his. I've taught students in the past and have showed and proved the beginning of the universe with relative ease. However I've always slowed down when explaining the beginning of biological life on Earth. Honestly and truly I don't know how, nor can I scientifically show and prove step by step how the original man biologically came to be. Emblem can speculate with the best of 'em and like most religious folks I'm uncomfortable with the inadequacy of Darwinism. If any one could show and prove the origin of biological life on Earth with certainty they'd win the Nobel Prize in the fields of Science and Micro-Biology which includes a cash prize of a million dollars. 'Know it all' Gods need to submit there apps and get that Nobel prize money. Such an individual would be hailed as the greatest scientific mind in the History of the world. Personally, I haven't figured it out, so give me my retarded helmet now because I don't know the biological equation of how life exactly began on Earth.

Darwinism attempts to explain, but ultimately fails. Darwinism manages to shrink to a convenient belief system much like religion does. Religion is a structured belief system which in most cases is based on an unknown Mystery God. This Mystery God is a psychological projection of the unknown, and is similarl to a character in a fiction novel: Torah, Bible, Book of the dead, Vedas and Quran. Symbolically 'x' in math represents an unknown quantity and in religious terms, 'x' represents this fictitious Mystery God that all religions boast to be the infallible boss of all things. This unseen character is supposedly an omnipotent, omniscient, omnipresent formless being that see's, hears and causes all events to happen. Usually, the projected and accepted image regarding this so-called Mystery God is that 'He' has a multitude of human qualities and characteristics. This Mystery God is supposedly loving, caring, merciful, patient, just, compassionate and is even subject to being made angry or sad. Basically, this so-called Mystery God seems to be manic-depressive, schizophrenic and emotionally unstable all wrapped in one basket case. All mystery Gods of history from Osiris to Zeus to Yahweh offer lame definitions for the organic origination of life.

Judaism, Christianity, and the Religion of Islam all have elaborately constructed belief systems concerning this so-called Mystery God. Each religion provides an exclusive existential reasoning for man's existence, each claiming to be in sole possession of an unadulterated absolute truth as it pertains to the edicts and prescribed laws enacted by this so-called Mystery God. This Mystery God appears to change his mind frequently from the old testament to the new testament and from one religion to the next.

Religion uses the unknown (X) to explain the Why (Y) of life and does so in an irrational way. The Judeo-Christian account puts fourth that God began creation with the command, "Let There Be Light!" And in Islam, Allah says, "Kun" or 'Be'. These religious accounts of creation correlate with what physicist and cosmologist describe as the 'Big Bang' minus the omnipotent command of an unseen being that supposedly exist everywhere. Many mainstream scientist refute the idea of an intelligent creator and the scientist who do not believe in a Mystery God are usually awarded the majority of scientific grants, and funding for their research in all fields of scientific study. Scientist who believe in a Mystery God are rarely awarded dick. The lack of patronage by wealthy groups who support scientific research demonstrates the scientific community's lack of respect for religion, dismissing religion as a purely irrational and primitive mind state.

Recently, I watched a documentary entitled 'Expelled' with Ben Stein who chronicled the debate in the Scientific Community between Darwinism and Intelligent Design. An interesting question is posed to the Darwinist by those who advocate intelligent design: "How did inorganic matter transform into organic material?" It is a question that no Darwinist, micro-biologist or religious advocate can scientifically answer. Actually no one has yet to scientifically show and prove the biological step-by-step process how such a biological event came to pass. Such unknowns go unanswered and remain unsolved mysteries.

The Energetic explosion that fused the four fundamental forces of weak nuclear, strong nuclear, electromagnetic, and gravitation together as one force at the beginning of the universe best describes in my mind the beginning of the universe. However the 'Big Bang' does not adequately explain how inorganic matter manifested into the organic phenomena of life. As a Five Percenter some would say that Allah's Self Creation out of three stages of darkness indirectly points to a 'Mystery God' and that such an idea is not right and exact. Those members of the Five Percent who are opposed to Allah's Self Creation out of three stages of Darkness are indeed very perplexing individuals.

Western Physicist have determined that the Big Bang occurred 13.7 Billion years ago while some who advocate 'I God' culture believe that the Asiatic Black Man has existed for trillions and trillons of years on Earth in the physical form. They ignore and dismiss the findings of white physicist and hold to their subjective truths much like Christians cleave to the idea of Eve literally coming from Adam's rib. The Earth has been estimated at 4.5 billion years of age, which greatly conflicts with the 66 trillion years of age purposed by Elijah Muhammad in the Theology Of Time. The best thing an individual can do is read and study in a scientific manner and judge for themselves. Personally, I view the religious mindset as a state of mind that must be done away with in order to arrive at a higher and greater scientific reality.

Those like myself who deal with the organizing principle of the 'Black Mind' are actually in step with recent scientific, cosmological data. Truth-is-truth and facts are facts: there is no getting around it, regardless if the source of pertinent scientific research is discovered by a European scientist or a Black Scientist. The correct answer to a Math problem is without race, color or creed.

As I examined my own Idea of Allah(Black Mind) manifesting from three stages of darkness I realized that the abstract concept of the 'Black Mind' (Undifferentiated Energy Matter) is a form of a 'Mystery God', even though it's in accord with scientific findings as these findings relate to the nature of energy's relationship to matter. The idea of the Black Mind is in keeping with an underlying process happening at the quantum level which is close to the level of pure energy. Matter can be understood as the result of an intelligent designer. The intelligent designer does not have to fit the religious profile of the traditional mystery God. Matter is not the result of a chaotic random occurrence. Physical 'laws' in the universe are observable: A rock is composed of matter which is woven from energy, every electron of every constituent atom in the composition of the rock is the result of an observable prescribed law. Prescribed means pre-written. Writing is a form of intelligence showing and proving that We live in an engineered universe and not a random and spontaneous universe that combusted out of 'zero nothingness', coming from 'no where': Everywhere is 'Somewhere'.

The Mystery God is allegedly 'Non-Physical' and the Black Mind which has been historically defined as pure energy/consciousness is also 'Non-Physical'. Do such similarities between the Mystery God and 'Black Mind' confirm the existence of a Mystery God after all? Not at all! How one views the phenomenon of potential energy and manifest energy are pivotal in forming an understanding of intelligent reason versus chaotic randomness. Those who advocate an out-right Mystery God have a tendency to separate themselves from this so-called grand being. They ultimately subject their 'will' to the act of patronizing and worshiping this so-called God in a disconnected and very mechanical fashion. The progression of consciousness as an energetic force from three stages of darkness is in my view consciousness embarking on an eternal journey of Self Realization and Self Discovery, experiencing a fragmented state of existence. Difference is illusory and Unity is "I and I". One Being is manifested into an individuated multitude of beings or an otherwise 'wholeness of mind' discovering itself in a reality that is based on established dimension of space and time within the broadest scope and spectrum of differentiation. Fragmentation of a singular holistic consciousness, experiencing Self through a myriad of forms.

'Energy' can neither be 'created' nor 'destroyed' which is an actual fact in physics. This law of physics correlates with the idea of 'no beginning or ending', mentioned in the born degree in the one to ten. An energetic manifestation into the universe's known dimensions of space, time provides potential energy with the 'space' and time to express its essence, more accurately, the reality of this Black Mind is in the midst of an ever transformative dance of energy set into motion manifesting Black Matter and orchestrating the biological form of the Asiatic black man. The body acts as a place for the 'Black Mind' to dwell. How this occurred scientifically has yet to be proven with a diagrammed detailed model. However as a theory, it is at the least plausible, elegant and admittedly somewhat religious. My philosophical assessment (Theory) is not original-many scientist and those steeped in religiousity have suggested similar ideas. Theories are good in some respects, as they take into consideration potential truths yet to be fully proven. Theories act as the formation to discover more accurate models to diagram the reality in which we reside. They are however, just theories. My philosophical and theoretical musings of this grand expression of a singular energetic neutrality experiencing itself as a multitude of illusory differences is just a personal understanding for me until evidence proves or disproves my personal paradigm. No scientist has actually defined the substance we designate as consciousness, nor has the individuated dispersement of this one consciousness been proven with certainty. Is one conscious being truly connected to another conscious being? Again: it has not been proven with hard science. Does mind really detect mind? Also, no one has scientifically proven consciousness to actually be eternal. The dead has never come back to tell the living 'anything'. Death on face value appears to show and prove the finite reality of not only the physical but also consciousness. Billions upon billions have died in life on this Earth and no one has managed to come back with so much as a "boo!" Theoretically what we define as consciousness could be as finite as the body? Who knows? Just because ideas such as 'one consciousness' sound good no one truly knows. As a scientist you have a responsibility to consider multiple angles of the square. Pros and Cons allow us to remain 20 miles outside in the city of 'Objectivity' and not the religious capital of Mecca. Theories should not define the facts-the facts should define the theories and consequently scientist are held to a standard of proof via experimentation with these prescribed laws embodied within the observable universe.

Knowledge is abstract as a concept and in terms of the nature of the so-called 'Black Mind'-'knowledge' is essentially intangible. Solidified matter (Wisdom) is tangible and generally without abstraction at a face value glance. Wisdom is easily apprehended by the perceiving mind. The entire universe is Wisdom at a glance, she is an objective as well as an observable world. The foundation of matter(wisdom) is rooted in the intangibility of energy: 'Black Mind'; Essence; and Knowledge.

At what point does energy become matter? Or in other words when does Knowledge yield Wisdom or One Manifest Two? The demarcation of Quantitative states is extremely dynamic and on a subatomic level very complex. When God and Earth refer to death as 'returning to essence' or 'returning back' such expressions are implied admissions of an intangible nature. When life ceases to be animated and observable to the naked eye what we know to be seems to be no more. A transformation into another state is certain, whether its the maggots that will consume your flesh under the ground or the electrical impulses that race throughout the body that will one day disipitate into the surrounding atmosphere, it can be concluded that all cognition will cease. We don't know what happens at death but we will all die. Death is certain-Life is not.

There is no Mystery God, however there is an energetic presence throughout the Universe. Energy is everywhere, permeating every nook and cranny of the Universe. Religion is designed to create an existential explanation of life; a Heaven; and a Hell. Psychologically religion is primitive in terms of its description and interpretation of events. Religion escapes rationality and is an unconscious projection of an innate psycho drama being played out in the mind of the human being. A Mystery God ruling over humans is a reflection of this psychological drama existing within man as well as a display of insecurity and uncertainty relating to human existence. Man's imagination projects this so-called Mystery God into the world and above the head of the human being, defining moral and ethical boundaries for daily life. Man utilizes religion for political purposes to manage, pacify, neutralize and diffuse the scientific minds of the general population at large(The 85 Percent).

The human being is capable of contemplating his or her own existence and it is foolish to believe that the human being is without a scientific origin in this world: intelligence begets intelligence. Mathematics is rational and reasonable and nothing should escape applied reason. The fact that Man attempts to fathom the nature of His origin in this world indicates that man is innately in possession of this root organizing principle: Black Mind. The 'Nation Of Islam' mentioned in the born degree is without a beginning nor ending, contrarily the Original Man has a 'beginning' as well as an 'ending'. This fact implies that the Black Man began in a form at a set point in time. It's the 'How' and 'Why' of this 'set point' of origin that elusively disipitates like a fist full of smoke as we attempt to grasp a deeper understanding of our own 'Beingness'.

All that is known to exist is a part of a grand mathematical equation. In My view all scientific discovery is actually a physical manifestation of the Black Mind experiencing and discovering the reality of its own SELF. Our contemplation of our own existence proves the nature and reality of a dynamic, underlying intelligence, dispelling the claim of some physicist that a random, chaotic and anomalous beginning is the ultimate nature of our origin in this world. I'm a reasonable being who has a difficult time accepting that Reason and Rationality began from Randomness.

Religion at least tries to give an explanation for life and negligently provides faulty reasons for existence, ficticiously conjuring up a heavenly hierarchy, and claiming to have the answers for a plethora of unknowns which are unsubstantiated and completely unscientific. Where as some Physicist make the claim that "shit just happens because shit just happens' which is actually worst than religion in some respects. The colored man has a tendency to discover scientific truths and then disunite them from his own sense of beingness.

The entire psycho-drama of religion is founded upon man's over-active imagination, inventing scenarios similar to a fiction writer constructing a plot for a fiction novel. Questions such as 'what happens when you die?' and 'what is the reason for life' establish the framework for this literary work which acts as an irrational foundation for all religions. All religions are unscientific stories of fantasy concocted by the imagination. 'Faith' acts as the final ingredient, ultimately sucking the religious adherent deeper into this unscientific story hook-line and sinker. Science does not have all the answers, however it does take a more rational and mathematical approach to searching for answers to the multidimensional math problems posed by man's natural curiosity. As this curiosity inquires into the nature of existence the mind reaches for higher mathematical ideals, stretching and expanding with each ponderance and discovery. Though I feel randomness is bullshit at least itz based on quantum research, where as religion makes the mind an obese lazy couch potato eating Hot Pockets. Faith quits in it's pursuit of truth. Religion is a fat slob; Science is an exercise junky and the Black Mind is cool as fuck. The idea of the Black Mind acts as an underlying energetic organizing principle, which is not at all emotional or passionate in the way a religious minded individual understands the Mystery God. The Black Mind is not bound to the subjectivity of emotionalism like the mystery God who has this vested emotional interest in human affairs. The Black Mind is purely impartial, neutral in nature, and only as aware as the 'Human Being' that realizes his or her 'Oneness' with the SOURCE: Black Mind. Awareness of this consciousness and the universal reality produces this connection, fusing the mythology of 'God' and The Black Man into One: flip sides of the same coin.

If the entire Ocean is The Black Mind than I am a drop of water in that Ocean, and though one molecule of water is not the Ocean, this said Molecule can make a claim of qualitative equality in 'Kind'. Such an understanding of Self as 'God' has a more holistic Eastern approach, proving 'Wise Man From The East-Black Man'. Honestly, even the term 'God' must be reevaluated, as it is a term in which we must be careful with. Man has unconsciously used the term 'God' in a way that leans toward religiousity and religiousity is the 'devil' that fooled the scientific nature of man in the first place. A proficient mathematician and a learned scientist is transcendent of the Idea of this religious 'God'. Ironically the more mathematical and scientific one becomes, the more that that individual connects with the reality That God is The Mind of the Original Man forever dwelling and growing into infinitude in a supremely Mathematical way. Be scientific!

Peace,
EMBLEM

Knowing The European 'Ledge' In Philosophy & Mathematics

2011-05-10T15:14:00.000-04:00

Although rationalism, logic and mathematics are usually associated with science, many who claim to be supreme mathematicians and scientific deities often fall victim to emotionalism, bias and preconceived views lacking scientific objectivity. Maybe it would be prudent for all those who claim to celebrate a love and reverence for science and math to be more critical of long standing perceptions, and methodologies of narrowly held views regarding the hard sciences. Stepping 20 miles outside of our own clouded perceptions from time-to-time is healthy and advances a sharper scientific paradigm. A momentary refutation of our own notions which are usually steeped in doctrine could indeed assist in examining the nature of actual scientific 'process' and 'procedure'. It would behoove us all to take time to check ourselves, and think 'out of the box'-a box usually built with dogmatic and quasi religious bricks that becomes a prison house, stifling growth.

What can the National body that compose God and Earth learn from the Western Academic Community? Are colored mathematicians worthy of our inquiry and study? In this writer's opinion it is very important to acknowledge the historical mathematical contributions of every culture including the colored man, especially since the colored man and particularly the Chinese rule the Planet Earth nowaday.

Irregardless of the political and economic ideologies that dominate the Global landscape, industrialized Nations such as China and The U.S. came to power via their elevation in areas of mathematics and science. They did so based on the Philosophers and Mathematicians of the past. Original people gave the colored man the 'power' to 'rule' the Earth and by doing so, the colored man has become the custodian of Math and Science. The Power we gave the Colored Man is itself in the very nature of Mathematics and colored people have used Mathematics against Original People throughout the Earth. 'Oppression', 'repression', 'domination', 'conquest' are not only words but actions that have held Original Black People in a chessboard's check for thousands of years. The actions of these colored conquerors has prevented the advancement of Original People in terms of civilization. What is the meaning of Civilization? The first principle of Civilization is 'Knowledge'. What is 'Knowledge'? And what does it mean to study 'Knowledge'?

Qualitatively 'one' is 'knowledge' as defined by God and Earth, also Knowledge is the foundation to everything in existence as the blackman is the foundation to his family'. Such a definition brings the concept of 'knowledge' back home to the Asiatic Black family, community, and Nation. The Father of our Nation redefined 'Knowledge' for Black People in a positive way, establishing a cornerstone to expand the context of original 'Culture'.

Western Academia has defined the study of 'Knowledge' as 'Epistemology' and as members of the Asiatic Black Nation it would be wise to study 'Epistemology' to investigate the innate idea at the center of the Universal flag which correlates to the phrase, '...as the blackman is the foundation to his Family...', meaning 'Knowledge' is innate to the blackman and at the central foundation of the Universal Flag and Family.

Certain ideas are 'innate': an example of an 'innate' idea is an idea that is 'determined' or more accurately 'predetermined'. Prescribed laws written inside the 'Black Germ' in the Blackman's body are inscribed on the molecular scrolls of Deoxyribonucleic Acid (DNA). The molecular language of DNA is written with the ink of Amino Acid, which formulate proteins, and yields the actual organic life of the Black Man's physical form.

We are all born with a purpose that is either Major or Minor, each of us has an innate talent, and an innate idea that resides in all of us. The idea of a 'Determinined Idea' existing in all of us is indeed real. In the wisdom culture degree in the 40's, I find myself associating 'culture' with the word 'cultivate' which is the process of growing and making a determined idea from the beginning.

All science is based on mathematics and thus biological facts in accord with mathematical truths conclude and prove that the Original Man was and is the Black man. Scientific evidence provides mathematical validation for this 'Statement'. Knowledge of the actual fact that the blackman is the Original man is an epistemological and a biological truth, proving that the blackman is an organic physical manifestation of 'Knowledge' and the embodiment of the root 'Source' of all variations of humans on the Planet Earth.

Rationalism is at the foundation of epistemology and has a distinct relationship to order. The nature of order is intrinsic to mathematics. Qualitatively, Supreme Order is Knowledge Wisdom and Understanding, and quantitatively the symbols of 1,2, 3 serve as representations of this 'Supreme Order'. Knowledge's relationship to the blackman is epistemological in nature and Wisdom's relationship to the black woman as Earth is 'empirical'. Dealing with wisdom from the point of view of a study of the 'empirical' is wise and in keeping with rational thought. The Asiatic definition of 'empiricism' would be on par with the phrase 'Doing The Knowledge' which implies to gather 'knowledge' from the external world in the form of 'understanding'.

There was no peace amongst the European schools of Epistemology and Empirical thought. The two schools of philosophical thought bickered back and forth for hundreds of years while Supreme Mathematics nowaday teaches Knowledge (Epistemology) and Wisdom (Empiricism) to all the Human family of the Planet Earth free of dispute.

Rene' Descarte (1596-1650) was probably the most famous Epistemologist in European history. A French philosopher and a Mathematician, he wrote a book entitled 'Discourse On The Method of Rightly Conducting the Reason, and Seeking Truth in the Sciences' in 1637 in which he proposed using the letters of the Alphabet to represent 'known' quantities, and the last letters of the Alphabet to represent 'unknown' quantities. His ideas stand to this day. Descarte used 'x' and 'y' for two axis points in a plane now defined in modern Mathematics as 'Cartesian Coordinates'. While Descarte modified the language of mathematics it was Newton's application of Calculus and major contributions to physics that redefined how scientist observed the physical world. Discovering how Infinitesimal Calculus in a geometric form applies to the physical world. Newton also established what we have come to know as Newtonian Physics.

How wise would it be to overlook the inroads made by Europeans into legitimate branches of mathematics and science simply because the individuals who demonstrate proficiency in a given mathematical branch were European? It would not be wise at all! Yes, it is known that Math is rooted in the Nature of Original people, however the culture degree in the knowledge to knowledge the culture makes it clear that 'lying' and 'stealing' are components of trick-knowledge and these components mastered the Original Man. Consequently, the documented systems of 'Mathematics' were stolen from Original People. So, as 'Jerusalem' in the power degree in the 'one to fourteenz' was taken back: mathematics must be taken back in an academic crusade and returned back to its rightful owner who is in fact The Maker, Owner, Cream Of The Planet Earth, Father of Civilization and God of the Universe. Nothing can be taken back if Original People cannot identify and understand the nature of the items that were stolen in the first place.

Peace
Em