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Friday, January 30, 2009

Today's Mathematic's Understanding Cipher abbt Understanding

Understanding… The best part of life. It is the Black child who is the star. Understanding is a clearly drawn picture in one’s mind through knowledge and wisdom.

Cipher… is a 360* circle made up of 120* of knowledge, 120* of wisdom and 120* of understanding to make it complete.

I see today’s math, Understanding Cipher abbt Understanding, as a testimony to the importance of knowledging the big picture. People make a lot of decisions without truly having all the facts. I speak of facts and not feelings. Some find it hard to distinguish between the two. Understanding the entire circle, allows you to access and hone in on where the actual problems lie. And once you have that information, you can heal and/or complete your cipher.

Peace.

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Today's Mathematics: Wisdom God abbt Born

I am a female. And prone to female emotions. Today is a mushy day. Bear with me….

Genesis 1
1In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth.
2And the earth was without form, and void; and darkness was upon the face of the deep. And the Spirit of God moved upon the face of the waters.
3And God said, Let there be light: and there was light.
4And God saw the light, that it was good: and God divided the light from the darkness.
7And God made the firmament, and divided the waters which were under the firmament from the waters which were above the firmament: and it was so.

I’m not anti all religious books. There is a lot of knowledge hidden in them. I do have a problem with religion, but I’m assuming that y’all realized that already. This creation scripture is working for me today.

It has been said the proper way for women to enter this Nation is to be drawn up by a God, and taught by that God to be Earth. I use it as a reference that in the beginning God was present; and present alone. And he created the heavens (the realm of the God and Earth) and the Earth.

Women become Earths when she knowledges the Blackman as God. But it is a process, because the Earth was without form and void. It did not have the proper and useful appearance and bore no life. So the God has to take the Earth through a refinement process to become the most fully empowered. In that process, the God created light from darkness. I cee this as the God removing the mattresses from the Earth’s eyes freeing her from the triple stages of darkness. So that she can see and reflect the light of the God.

So how do I cee today’s Mathematics? I, as Earth, willingly choose to reflect the light of my God and born his understanding.

Told you I was feeling mushy…..



Peace.

Friday, January 23, 2009

Today's Mathematics:Wisdom Understanding abbt Power/Refinement

Today’s math has me thinking about Michelle Obama and her role in her husband’s presidency. Her role is not that of the President of the United States; though she is equally as qualified as her husband. Her role is to maintain their collective universe. There in lies her power through her refinement.

Mrs. Obama’s role is to support her God and raise those babies in the public eye. They being the first Black First Family means that they are going to be celebrities for the rest of their lives. All the trials and tribulations that come with family life will be visible for the entire world to look at and judge. I for one would not want that life. The thought of being publicly ‘out there’ makes me very nervous. But Mrs. Obama is a beautiful Original woman of distinction and grace (and my soror, btw) who I am certain is up for the task.

She does not appear to have the common frailties that will other 1st Ladies had that caused them to fall into the devil’s uncivilization. Most 1st Ladies are invisible unless there is something about them that makes the reporters angry. Laura & Barbara Bush… invisible. Hilary Clinton was too smart and not ‘wifey’ enough for a lot of people. Nancy Reagan absolutely adored her spouse and that came across in a big way, but other than her affection for Ron and her hilarious catch phrase of “Just say No” that was it for her. Rosalind Carter was criticized for a diplomatic trip she made for her man. And Betty Ford had the dubious distinction for being a drunk.

She has been compared to Jacqueline Kennedy. And whereas I can see why this comparison is as accurate as the devil media can get, it will be lost on the masses. I’m a huge Jacqueline Kennedy fan and my research has found her to be capable, educated, devoted to her husband’s presidency and to her children. She often wrote her husband’s speeches. She spoke at least 2 different languages other than English and I suspect that her father, John Vernou Bouvier III (aka Black Jack) probably had some cut in him.Y’all do the knowledge.

I’m just very excited to have Mrs. Obama in the position she is in. I never said, “I never thought I would see the day….” I knew I would. But I assumed that the first Black president would be married to a white woman or at least a light-skinned Black woman. I am tickled that she is portraying sisters to the fullest Equality.

How am I going to incorporate this into my cipher? I will use her as an example of a successful, competent accomplished mother of civilization. Maybe not to be completely emulated, but as a mentor.

Go Michelle!


Peace.

Thursday, January 22, 2009

Peace

Today’s mathematics is Wisdom Wisdom abbt Culture/Freedom.

Wisdom -is the wise words spoken by the black man, black woman and black child. Wisdom is the black woman who is the moon, because she receives her light from the sun which is the black man and reflects it on to the star which is the black child. Wisdom is the manifestation of one's knowledge.

Today is Earth/Sisterhood day!!!! Whoo Hoo! I alluded to taking this day as a personal day in a previous blog. But what I’m about to get into is slightly suspect and completely how I cee said situation. I’m going to free speak my thoughts…

I find Gods to be misogynistic. Now clearly I’m not speaking about ALL Gods. But the ones I am speaking of seem to be the loudest of Gods. Makes me wonder what was their purpose for joining this Nation. Certainly not Nation building through the seeds, ‘cause last time I checked… 1+2=3. I just read a perfectly good and consistently provable post in a yahoo group, and was heartened by it. Then I read the responses and was sickened all over again. I am subscribed to Nation groups on MySpace, and I see the same foolishness. Men taking every freaking opportunity to publicly degrade Original women. It ain't Right!

I really hate this one

Why do the Gods feel like it is their right to talk smack about the Earth? Emphatically now cipher. We are family! We need each other. I’m not saying that Gods need the Earth to be Gods, but we make it easier. And seeds come only through us. You cannot exclude us and still call your Nation complete. You cannot berate us, deny us knowledge mistreat us and/or treat is like second class citizens just to make your self God. If that’s what it takes, then you are not God. Queens build alongside the God. Not above, behind or underneath. I could vent all day, but I won’t. I'm going back to my personal day. I’ll just stop as I started.


Peace

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Today's Mathematics: Knowledge Culture/Freedom abbt Power/Refinement

Do you know what today is? It's my Anniversary!

It has been one year since I covered my head, my body, stopped wearing makeup and got my Math. Wow. (All the other stuff I was unconsciously doing anyway) One whole year! WOOOOOOW (Flav style) If I was a baby, I’d be doing all of this.

I’m not going to get super duper reflective, I did that in a previous post, but I cannot let this day pass without acknowledging it and make the declaration that I intend to stand powerfully firm in this knowledge and display this culture.


Peace!

Thursday, January 8, 2009

"...and Knowing Every Square Inch..."

Yesterday, I saw a man on the bus that looked EXACTLY like my late husband. I mean Exactly. He looked like him in profile, had the same facial hair, wore the same style glasses, had on the type of cap like my husband was fond of wearing. He was wearing a coat like one my late husband owned. Had ears like my late husband and was dressed like my late husband dressed! A very unsettling experience. I carry a picture of him and showed it to a fellow passenger and asked her if the pic looked like the man. She thought it was the man and asked me if I knew him. When I told her what I had going on in my head she was as weirded out as I was. When I got off the bus and looked him dead in his face and he looked a little less like my late husband. That made me feel better.

I don't know if y'all remember that episode of Golden Girls when Blanche had the reoccurring dream that her late husband was not dead and showed up at her home after having been dead for a number of years. This is always in the back of my head for some reason. I know he's dead. I was there when he died. I saw him dead in the casket at both of his funerals and I kissed the casket before it was let down in the ground. I know he's gone and not coming back. And I know I watch too much television. But still….

That was weird.

But that was not the reason for the build, just the background since most of y'all don't personally know me or my life story.

When my late husband was alive and kicking, and shortly after we had gotten married, I was looking for something in his nightstand and came across a small notebook with my name on it in his writing. Now don't get it twisted. I wasn't snooping. I was looking for something like a paper clip or a rubber band or something. He had this fetish for office supplies. And I trusted him implicitly and he never gave me a reason to doubt him. EVER! Anywho… Since this book had my name on the cover, I read what was inside.

Basically it was a bunch of notes regarding my habits and proclivities. For example: 'Favorite color – pink' 'Has too many shoes' or 'Smiling is not her normal facial expression. If she smiles she's happy.' And 'When she tilts her head to the left she is thinking. To the right she is suspicious.' All kinds of little seemingly insignificant things. 'Never say anything bad about Michael Jackson or Rap music' and 'If she doesn't know the answer she won't say anything.' I liked 'Never push her for an answer, she will react badly' and 'Keep your own calendar and a stash of candy bars (3 Musketeers are her favorite).' It was a whole book on who I am and what makes me tick.

At first I thought it odd, strange even, to keep such a ledger. I mean what was he going to do with that information? Write a 'tell all' book on me? Who would want to read it? Is he planning to blackmail me on something? No. That's not the nature of information he was collecting. He was documenting how he saw me and how to better get along with me. But eventually I came to find it cute that not only did he take the time to learn every square inch of me, mentally, emotionally, physically, financially, socially, etc. but he kept a permanent record. It was crazy yet endearing. Though I have often wondered why he never mentioned that he was doing this. And I never mentioned that I read it. I only read it that one time. For truly!

I wonder if other men, or women for that matter, do this sort of thing. Do they take the time to learn everything there is to know about someone they claim is important to them? Do they keep this information with them so that they can easily access it? Hmmmm…..

I looked for that journal. I couldn't find it.

Just thought I'd share.

Peace

Wednesday, January 7, 2009

Why does the devil wish to come amongst us?

This is going to sound terribly racist. And I really don’t care. But…. I don’t like devils living in my neighborhood.

Let me share some background. I absolutely and unequivocally do NOT live in the ‘hood’. I live in a neighborhood of strivers. We keep our yards clean, maintain our homes and keep the drama to minimum. I chose to buy there. And it wasn’t any cheaper than other communities either. I have never wanted to live amongst devils, not even in a mixed community.

I have a friend from Now Justice who moved to the Garden, who absolutely had to live in a mixed community. She was worried about her property values and school systems. She moved out in the sticks too. White folks here are different from the white folks in NJ. She took her family to a community of 75 homes where only 3 Original families lived. My question is this… With whom will her babies share their social equality? Why does she want to subject herself and her family to that foolishness? A couple of Christmases ago she put out some decorations on her front lawn. They were fine for a few days and then one day she returned home from work, with her babies in the car and they had been vandalized with racial epithets. I don’t have this problem in my neighborhood.

But my problem is this… I have noticed that there are more and more devils coming amongst the Original people in my neighborhood. They are buying homes and getting comfortable. I see some riding the bus. When white folks coming into Black neighborhoods, that is a sign of gentrification. They don’t come to build with us. The come to destroy us and move us out. Normally they start in the poor destitute communities where homes go for the low low. Another reason to be offended. My neighborhood is not a slum. They send their men 1st to start casing the locale. Then the women and children follow. Then they start renovating. Between the renovations and the new white childen all of our taxes go up. If their children have to be educated in public schools, devils make sure they have all the money they need. Then they start the process of claiming the neighborhoods for themselves…. They start jogging. At first it’s just the men doing it. Carrying sticks. What for? They claim it’s for stray dogs. Dogs recognize and don’t attack their own. Then the women start jogging with either their men or their dogs. Have you ever noticed that white women jog with little to no clothing on? Even in the dead of winter? But sooner or later, surely and eventually, these white women feel free and comfortable enough to run around with no protection whatsoever. That is the sign of the end.

Now when you have a party, the cops (new white cops) will come and break it up no matter how quiet you are. That car in your driveway that you don’t drive, but you keep it clean or covered now must be moved. Your animal that everyone knows and has roamed your neighborhood unmolested since you had it now either gets picked up by animal control or causes you to get a citation for ‘running at large.’ This is them running us out. The only way to stay is to conform to the rules of the neighborhood. Never come outside, don’t have people over, don’t try to speak to them or observe how filthy they are in all their affairs. Who want s to live like that? And our folks too blind deaf and dumb to cee what is going on. We have the hellish misunderstanding that ‘white is right’.

What am I gonna do? Well… I love my home. I’m going to take the steps to make sure that I can afford to live in my home as long as I choose. And I will take it upon myself to start warning/educating my neighbors. We are community and we are gonna have to act as such if we want to preserve the best part.


Peace

Sunday, January 4, 2009

Happy Bornday Daddy!

Today is my father’s bornday. He would have been god wisdom years old. He died on the knowledge day of the understanding month of this past year. I miss him.

That’s enough to post by itself. But to tie it in with today’s mathematics of culture/freedom I must say that my dad truly walked to the beat of his own drum. Although he did not practice this culture. He practiced his own and he felt fully free and vindicated to do so.

At his funeral there were all kinds of people making their observations on his life. Everyone pretty much said the same thing. He was his own man. My mother did nothing but complain that he didn’t behave in the way that she would have liked. I spoke to my Daddy in the physical last December. It was the last time I saw him before he died. (I live in GA, he in NJ) he told me that he lived the exact life that he wanted to live and had no regrets. I’m happy that at the end of his life, his conscious was clear and he was free to live his life as he wanted and for the most part… always had. Makes me wonder how freely do I express my/this culture. Am I truly living as I say I am?


Peace