Understanding the Cipher

Math is neither God nor bad, pleasant nor unpleasant, desirable no undesirable. It just is. If emotion is added to it, it is because the individual chooses to add emotion. Supreme Mathematics is peculiarly no different. Today's Supreme Mathematics is Understanding Cipher abbt to Understanding. Understanding in perception based on Knowledge and Wisdom. Cipher is everything around you.

I'm at work (Cipher). My boss is a devil (Knowledge) I know my job and what my responsibilities (Wisdom) are. I surpass expectations (more Wisdom). He has freely and unsolicitedly expressed this sentiment on numerous occasions. As well as I do my job, as many expectations as I surpass, I should never forget that the devil is still out there and still doing devilisment. Never let your guard down, because you will be stung (10:14). That is their nature. They will try to use you as a tool and also as slaves (6:14) The will cause trouble amongst the righteous people (4:14). They cannot help it for that is who they are (2:10).

Now that I've been stung back to reality which is Truth. I can collect myself and my Justice to manifest my own desires and keep it elevating.


Peace


PS: I'm pissed! But I will channel that emotion into manifestment of my desired goal.

Shady is, as Shady does

I feel shady. Generally shadiness, regret and guilt are not emotions that I do. I live in such a way that I'm not bothered by these frivoluous emotions. But ther eis some shadiness stalking me right now and I'm gonna tell you why....

At the beginning of this month I attended Show and Prove. I took of work, made travel arrangements (NYC is like 1000 miles away), hotel accomodations, had money in my purse, drove back and forth to locales, but.... I can't drive to the west end once a month for a free rally? Empahatically Now Cipher! I gotta do better.

I know why this phenomenon exists. Actually there are a few reasons. I'm shy and I doubted my ability to build well. My previous experiences with this Nation left me feeling like my 120 experience was less than other G's and E's. And a lot of ways it was. I'm too old to be this new and I find the machismo the Gods display a little irritating. I'm a little more seasoned now. I see thing a little different. Have a little more confidence. But that doesn't mean I'm a ever like building. But I don't like bills but I pay those each month.

The God frequently quotes the Understanding God degree of the 1-40. He says that we shouldn't be unseen, but seen and heard everywhere. I have been remiss. So.... I'm a go to every rally that I can. And I will prepare to build in a rally say, in Sptember 2009. I should be doone with 120 by then. Too much, too little?


Peace

Show and Prove 2009

This weekend I attended my very 1st Show and Prove. I would be remiss if I didn’t blog my experiences. It was mad peace.

I saw old Gods that actually met The Father. That is surreal to me. I’m old and I wasn’t even born in The Father’s lifetime. I met Gods that I knew from online and brand new ones. I saw Gods that had no jobs and Gods that had Ph.D.’s. I saw teenaged Gods without parental supervision. And I saw Gods that brought the entire family. I saw comfortable Gods and hustling Gods. I saw Gods that had been former Muslims, Gods that had been former Christians and Gods that had always been Gods. I saw Gods in suits and Gods in throwback jerseys. I saw Abu Shahid and Azreal. I saw all kinds of Gods.

I saw all kinds of Earths too. I saw Earths in ¾’ths, and Earths in ½. I saw some with makeup and weaves, some with locs and clean faces. I saw little girls with longs skirts covering their jeans. I saw headwraps and heads out. I saw the 1st Earth that received a flag from The Father (again, a surreal experience). I saw Earths rocking the mic, and Earths serving the food. I saw Earths holding their babies and grandbabies hands. I saw Earths with “God Cipher Divine” shirts on looking like they meant business. And I saw some Earths with big grins on their faces.

Basically I have said all this to say, one cannot categorize Gods and Earths. Everyone is different… and should be. What we have in common is Supreme Mathematics and this Culture. But how each person manifests it is their choice. And I love that.

One thing I saw, that I wasn’t expecting to see was “Universal Love.” I’m a cynic when it comes to affections. I believe that Love exists but just as I don’t believe in unconditional love, I doubted “Universal Love.” I happily stand corrected. There was no mugging when I approached folks. Everyone appeared to be in a good mood. Now I might not have been in tune with any shadiness, after all I was a geeked to be there. But I had incredibly pleasant time. I’m planning for Show and Prove to be a regular addition to my calendar.

With all the differences between the Gods and Earths I saw has me thinking… And y’all know I often and love to over think everything. Since there is no rhyme or reason (or wrinkle or blemish) what kind of Earth will I evolve in to? I know that I am not finished. I never will be. And the Earth I am today will be different from the Earth I will be in 5, 10, 50 years from now. And what will prompt those changes? What contribution can I make to this Nation? And will I be willing to? I’m excited to see how all of it will unfold.


Peace!


Precise… Thank you for never leaving my side!!!!!

Guard Your Heart...

Don't want to appear like I'm attacking the Christians. I'm not. But when soemthing affects me, it usually affects me multi-dimensionally. Though, I think I'm done with this topic. I could be wrong. We shall see.

When I was a Christian while living here in the metro ATL, I was a member of a church that had what I call an “All or Nothing” church philosophy. Either you fell in line to everything that came out of the minister’s mouth, or you bounced. I’m not saying the minister would kick you out the church (yes, I really am saying that), but he would make it clear that only your money was welcome. That was just at that church though (cause y’all know I bounced). Other churches had a more traditional approach with their parishioners.

The church I grew up in, in NJ had a completely different philosophy. NJ is not part of the Bible belt. Folks didn’t feel compelled to go to church. They were just happy you were there. I had plenty of friends that were confused by my Sunday obligations. I grew up attending Christian and Catholic schools (I know… Christian overload). One of the recommendations of Catholicism was to not read the Bible (Oh and the Catholic Bible is different than the KJV. Has more books.) because you would only misinterpret its meaning. Wow. Basically, Christian faiths just want your money and presence on Sunday mornings. Another wildly popular practice was this concept of “Guarding your heart” (Proverbs 4:23) against the perceived threats in this world. I.e. don’t learn anything about anything that might cause you to stray from Christianity. Keep your whole being purely for Jesus.

Look at these Scriptures in their different translations…
Proverbs 4:23 (TEV)Be careful how you think; your life is shaped by your thoughts.

Proverbs 4:23 (NLT)Above all else, guard your heart, for it affects everything you do.

Mark 7:21-23 (KJV)For from within, out of the heart of men,proceed evil thoughts, adulteries, fornications, murders, [22] Thefts,covetousness, wickedness, deceit, lasciviousness, an evil eye, blasphemy,pride, foolishness: [23] All these evil things come from within, anddefile the man.

James 1:14-15 (KJV)But every man is tempted, when he is drawnaway of his own lust, and enticed. [15] Then when lust hathconceived, it bringeth forth sin: and sin, when it is finished, bringethforth death.

You see any hope? I draw this up to mean that basically we are sinful beings that cannot be trusted. So we have to put all of our hope in the mystery god to save us and order our footsteps (I like that song btw). AND… According to Christianity, we should not pollute our minds with anything that might cause us to question this religion or religion as a whole. The architects of Christianity were geniuses! Trap their minds (tools and slaves) so that you can control the masses and not have to worry about folks sneaking off. Those of us that do break out are to be kept out completely, lest we pollute their number… But I digress…

I guess that means studying other belief systems is wrong. Studying science is wrong. There are more non-Christian Nobel Prize winning scientists than devout Christian winners. I wonder why?

I remember as a child being told that going to the movies (watching the movie on television was fine), playing cards, dancing and interacting with folks of other religions (unless I was trying to convert them) was strictly prohibited. That was crazy. I suppose this is a rule that must be in place in order to keep peace amongst the religious people.

I’m glad now I get to, and am encouraged to look at everything mathematically.



Peace

Me and the 14th Degree....

You Know… I am kind of embarrassed to admit this. But I shall to mostly complete strangers….. I’m old school. Now I’m not just speaking about music (though I’m old school there too!), I just like all things old fashioned. For example…..

I love to cook… Real meals. Nothing makes me happier than to lay out all the ingredients for a dish or a meal and watch the process of taking it from individual items to a full meal. I love to see people enjoying the food that I so lovingly and diligently prepared for them. I do not own a microwave. I make my own bread. Hell, I make the starter too! I make my cakes and pastries from scratch. If you see a box of cake mix in my cabinet it is because some recipe required it and I just haven’t made it yet.

I love to sew. A lot of the clothes I wear are either sewn or rigged by me. I had to learn to sew when I was a youngster. I got top heavy early. Nothing ever fit and my mother was so frustrated over having to have everything tailored got the place where she was beginning to not buy clothing unless it was absolutely necessary. I had to make something happen. I got my 1st machine the summer I was 13 and I’m still sewing on it. Trust Kenmore!

If I go a-thrifting, my eyes are pealed for any thing retro and preferably silver. I have more silver serving items than one chick really needs. I don’t want to control this aspect in me. I love it. Doilies too! When I entertain, it looks like the 1950’s vomited in my dining room. I Don’t Care. I love it.

I wanna do a Samantha/Jeanie/June Cleaver (Black housewives were not allowed in the 1950’s) an meet the God when he gets home at the door with a martini, a kiss and dinner on the table. I wanna look into his eyes while he tells me about his day at the office. I wanna be a "Lady who Lunches" with a hat (or headwrap) and gloves. I wanna throw tea parties for the Earth Ciphers and Beaujie book club meetings that I never go to anymore. I love ALL things vintage, with the exception of my man.

Current females tend to be mean and hurtful with regards to my proclivities. I don’t know when it became shameful to know how to cook or sew. I have tried in the past to reach out to other women and spark an interest in my interests only to be met with ridicule and jokes. I'm not implying that every woman should be like me. Absolutely not! I suppose women would rather eat from a drive thru window in the car rather than shop and prepare a meal for their families. I suppose they rather buy every single garment of clothing that their families wear too. I suppose it's better to buy every single item in the house like curtains, chair covers, blankets and the like. That's tight and exat. I suppose the lessons that will be taught to the next generation is how/where/when to purchase stuff rather than how to make it for self and judge quality. Who am I? Just one Earth in the wind, enjoying the simple pleasures of old school living. But ask the God how he feels when I prepare the old school, Big Mama dinner after the rally.


Peace.

Good Christians

I learned a hard lesson this weekend. I should have seen it coming; it ain’t like I ain’t had warning. But it threw me anyway. I will elaborate…

I met up with some folks that I used to church with. I honestly liked them people. One of the “Mothers of the church” is going to have some surgery tomorrow. And you know how us good Black folks do. We go over with some food, set ‘round and chat some. Just because I no longer go to a Christian church does not mean that I don’t consider myself friends with those people. But just because I feel that way doesn’t mean that everyone does.

When I arrived, everyone was happy to see me. Overjoyed would not be too strong a description. The preacher was there too. I smiled, joked shook hands and the like. No body was saying anything about me not being a member of the church anymore. Not until another older lady handed me an envelope to put an offering in it for the building of their new sanctuary. Damn. I smiled and put the envelope in my purse. That’s when all attention shifted to me.

Them: “Baby… What are you doing with yourself?”
Me: “Same old, same old.”
Them: “I meant have you joined another church?”
Me: “No ma’am.”
Them: “So why have you not been in church?” Mind you… I haven’t been there in a
good year!
Me: “I no longer advocate the belief in a mystery god or organized religion.”

Dead silence

After that comment all the conversation was lightly polite. Folks no longer engaged me in any conversation. It was clear they wanted me to bounce. When I took my leave, the pastor (are you surprised?) decided to walk me to my car. I knew what was up. We had a long conversation regarding the state of my mind and how my soul doth prosper. He said that he was well familiar with the 5% Nation of Gods and Earths. That he even wavered on the brink for a minute. He also agreed that I and church were no longer compatible. Everything betwixt me and him was peace. But not so with the church folks. I got soooooooo many phone calls yesterday regarding my status. These folks got all up and thru! They said a lot of un-Christianly things to me, and insulted me. WOW!

I left a church before under different circumstances. Me and that preacher had words. I lost all the so-called friends that I made there save one. Seriously. There was an older woman that claimed me as her daughter and another woman who claimed me as her sister. All them good Christian folk kicked me to the curb when I amicably walked away from there. And the disagreement between me and that pastor was private. His own wife didn’t know what transpired between us.

The point of this blog is how contradictory it is of Christians to ostracize folks who make other choices. I thought the goal of Christianity was to bring every human into the fold? I thought one of the tenets of Christianity was being nice to everybody? Unconditional acceptance and tolerance. Living in such a way to give the mystery God all the glory? Trying to clean oneself up to be like Jesus. If according to their dogma, I am sinning by making my own choices, shouldn’t they forgive me? I’m not just talking about the people on Saturday or the people at the other church… My own family has turned away from me because they claim I have turned from their Lord. WOW! This is deep.

I think what pisses folks of more than anything is that I am unashamed. Me having a different perspective somehow insults the one they hold. I have seen many non-Christians trash Christians. I don’t do that. If you like it, I love it. If you need a threatening old white man in the sky to keep you on the straight and narrow, go ahead. But I don’t need that type of motivation to do the right thing. But just a I don’t disrespect you, don’t disrespect me. And if I tell you that I am not coming back. Take my word for it (11:14).

I’m glad I came into Knowledge of Self. It has not just changed my perspective on who I am, but who other people are. The light is bright, and not favorable to all people.



Peace.