Obama Dropped a Bomb!

I like President Barack Obama. Probably not for the reasons you think.

Most white people think that all Black people love and support the man because he’s, according to some sources, Black. I love that he is a Black man. But to only have voted for the man because he’s Black is as wrong as voting against him for the same reason. Black people are more multi-dimensional than that, though they refuse to give us credit for it (not that we need it). There are a host of reasons to like this man.

First of all he’s intelligent, capable, kind, thoughtful, not overcome by his emotions, good looking, yada, yada, yada. But the attribute I most admire about this man… Is his Mastery over the devil!

The lessons I have up to this point (teehee), go on about how the devil learned that piece of trick-knowledge of Mastering the Original man. Why have Original people not given this same medicine back to the devil in grand style? I have witnessed Black folks playing white folks for fools, but it usually involves a slight degradation of the Black individual for it to work. That is not complete display of God’s power. President Obama has a way of disarming all the public insults that are launched at him without flinching. I suppose it has every thing to do with the fact that he was raised by devils, educated by devils, socialized by devils, yet never fell prey to the devil’s civilization. When given the choice, every time he sides with Original people. It may not be uber-apparent. But it’s there if you care to do the Knowledge

I am using him as my example and I am learning from his Wisdom, how to Master the devil. Y’all need to READ, not listen to the transcripts of his speeches. Take ASU for example. Them devils flat out insulted him, then invited him to speak at their graduation. I guess they thought he’d be angry and reject the invitation. The God (yes I said it) accepted, took that insult and made it the theme for his address. And them jokers were not offended. They actually applauded. Wow!

Any and every time a devil pushes against this man, he succinctly and decisively pushes back… Hard. Without them jokers even noticing. Gotta love President Barack Obama! Allah is God. Always has been, always will be.


Peace

Nope! I Ain't Doing It!

My ole Earth… bless her heart… has always says to me, “Don’t be so quick to say what you aren’t going to do.” She never explained what she meant by that. She still doesn’t. I was and am good for saying it ALL the time. Since I was given Knowledge and Wisdom without Understanding, I have drawn up my own Understanding. Here Goes….

For the most part, when I say something, so it is. My Daddy was really good example. If you asked him for something, unless it was small and unimportant it was unlikely that he would answer you right then and there. He would insist on time to consider the request. If he said yes, then it was yes. Regardless of whom or what. If he said no, then it was no. Ditto. If he said let him think about it, you’d better or else he will just say what was needed to extricate himself from the decision. And once extricated there was no reconsideration. He refused to be pushed. Now… If he forgot… then that error was always in your favor. He would give in. And he always freely admitted that he wasn’t perfect.

Lately I have noticed that I have been saying a lot of “I ain’t nevers” and “I’m not gonna do’s” only to have to go back and eat those words. I should be ashamed, but actually I’m not. Not all of the expectations have turned as I thought. I said when I joined this Nation (this time) (a) I was NOT going to date God even if that meant being alone forever. (b) I most certainly was NOT going to get 120 from a God that wanted to make me his Earth (c) I was getting at this life for me and no one else and especially (d) I ain’t repeating these lessons or changing my name for NO-Damn-Body. I could go on. I made a lot of negative declarations. All of which I’m eating now. But guess what? I ain’t shamed. Tastes good. Like Kettle corn. Surprisingly sweet with the expected salt.

So Mommy… I see what you mean. I suppose going back on loud statements is probably not something I want to consistently do. (11:14) But when shown the error of my ways, what else is left to do? And maintaining rigidness will only break me. I suppose I should be more flexible and hold off on the rash declarations. Or at least keep them marinating so they will be tender when I go back and eat them


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Raising the Rod

Today is May 1st. My God has given information that in our tree we use the month of May to ‘Raise the Rod.’ Hmmmm…. I fasted already. And I had a bad experience with the Master Cleanse a few years back, I’m new in this tree, I am already walking a very healthy path, and a few more excuses I could give… so…. I’m thinking…. I ain’t doing it. But the emotion in His voice and His determination has caused me to reconsider.

What shall I do?...... Where am I lacking?...... What would make me a better person?..... What would improve my health?..... Oh the questions linger…. The God is giving up a LOT of television. I’m sorry. There is so little joy on my life. TV gotta stay. And He just got me a new one. Baby, that’s dirty! So for me it won’t be TV. I read a lot anyway, but I have decided to halt on the books for a minute to focus on my lessons. I have been fooling around and really not studying like I should. When I had to go back to Knowledge of Supreme Mathematics from the Culture Cipher degree of the Knowledge to Culture Cipher, I was a little salty; and have been begrudgingly moving through these lessons. So that is one thing I will focus on during the month of May.

Another thing that hit me early this morning was water drinking. I hate water. I know that we are supposed to drink half our body weight in ounces… yeah, yeah, yeah…. But we are supposed to drink all this damn water every day. No passes. That’s a lot of water. And as soon as you finish all that freaking water, you just have to start over again. Yeesh!

So for my Raising the Rod experience, I shall rededicate myself to the 1,2, and 3 of the lessons, and drink all that damn water. I’m a do it… I ain’t gonna be happy about it. I'll probably post the experience on my other Blog labelled Within/Without.

Alright. I already drank a 1/3 of today's water and I gotta go pee.


Peace