Tuesday, January 26, 2010


You can classify this under rant. I am wholly offended.

I have been working on this job for Power and 1/2 years. I have been righteous a little over Wisdom years. Since I'm female there were a few adjustments to be made in my external appearance to properly reflect my Refinement. That's a given. As I have previously posted (ad nauseaum) I stopped wearing pants about Power years ago because most women's pants fit the body exact and the thought that people could know what I look like without clothes on creeped me out. The attention a woman receives when she is wearing something form fitting is not complementary. (Don't comment on what someone is wearing but to say it looks nice. Not I like how your ass is jumping in them jeans!) Also I have tomboy tendencies that pop out at the oddest times and I wanted to keep them in check. Wearing a skirt/dress forces you to behave lady-like. Forces you to walk like a lady because most dresses look bad with sneakers; thereby, forcing you to wear shoes. Heels keep you from taking large mannish steps. Also sitting in a dress/skirt will force you to sit with your knees closed. So there is the reasoning behind me not wearing pants. Never once did I mention that I didn't like wearing pants. Just that I don't like the attention I get when I wear them.

Back to my Build... The only thing that changed really about me when I became righteous was that I stopped wearing make up and covered my head. That's it. Now, I knew my boss would notice, but he couldn't say anything about it. In this country we still have freedom of religion. And where as this Culture is really not a religion, my boss doesn't have to be privy to all the minor details. He assumes I had a religious conversion and I left it at that. He hears me reciting lessons under my breath and assumes that I am chanting. OK. I see nothing wrong with how this is progressing. But the clients are a different story.

This is the Bible belt. People here are a little to attached to their Jesus. I ain't knocking religion, but I feel these folks here are too fanatical and they don't get or honor boundaries. When I was a Christian, I was a devout Christian. I didn't always rest in Allah's Garden. I used to rest in New Jerusalem. There, I was a devout Christian for many years, but I didn't wear it on my sleeve nor did I slap people upside the head with it. I allowed people to do their thing and if they needed me to provide some information or help, I would do my part. Did I ever bring anyone to Jesus? I'm not sure. No one 'brought' me to Jesus so I assumed other folks could find him like I did. And if in fact I was required to pay it forward, I would do so with my children, the way my mother did with me. But these folks here... They are of a different breed on some different bullshit. They feel perfectly vindicated to judge and discriminate based on religious affiliations. They discriminate against people that aren?t southern too, but that is a different Build.

We have clients in this office that come in all the time and ask me, "Are you a Mooz-lim?" and I love this one, "Are you A-Rab?" SMH. I just laugh at them and say politely, "No" and leave it right there. I don't explain my self to older people or older southern people because I know in all likelihood they have never heard of Allah's Nation, or 5%ers or the Nation of Gods and Earths. (Although this one dude knew of us because he had been in jail but he didn't know women were a part of Allah's Nation! LOL!!!) A younger person that asks will get a different response designed for them to ask me questions rather than me trying to hook them. But most of the folk that come through these doors are older. A woman last week looked me dead in my eye and asked me if I was a Christian. Folks don't usually phrase the question that pointedly. But 11:14, so I said "No." She said, "So you're a heathen." I said, "Yes." And that was the end of our dialogue. When I got back in here this week, there is a message on the voicemail. "I wish to cancel all further appointments in your office. I don't do business with non-Christians. click" WTF?

Now why she single me out? Is she sure that everyone she deals with is a Christian? I think not. Firstly, my boss is an atheist. I asked him if she asked him about his beliefs and he said no. I asked all the other employees here and they all said no. Hmmmm.... Now I could go on and assume that she meant me, on face value, without any other proof other than the circumstantial evidence. Y?all know me. She has already released us from any responsibility by terminating her relationship with this office. So I call the 85'er and asked her what she meant by her message. Was she referring to me? She was surprised that I called, yet she remained bold. She did not want to do business with the office because of me. That's all I wanted to know so I thanked her for her confirmation and prepared to end the call. She then did a dummy move and got smart with me. 31:36? By the time she hung up, her feelings were hurt. And it would not have happened if she hadn't gotten smart with me. All I asked was if I was the non-Christian to which she was referring.

I told my boss what happened and he did the most surprising thing. He called her a blind idiot and said that he was relieved she bounced because he would prefer not to be in the company of fools like that. I was flabbergasted. Even devils surprise you from time to time.

So this is my point... in addition to venting... Is this something that is going to continue to happen? Can I expect more of this in the future? Being Original comes with expected institutionalized racism that Black folks have been exposed to from birth. But this is 'Culture-ism.' I ain't used to it yet. I suppose if a white person said they didn't want to do business with an office that employed Black folks I wouldn't be so offended. Maybe shock is a better word. Why am I so pissed at this moment? I suppose because it was new and unexpected. I feel a little better now that I got it out of my system.

Breathe deeply, Serenity....


Thursday, January 21, 2010

In Praise of the Plural Marriage!

Polygamy is the practice of men having multiple wives for whatever reasons a man comes up with. Polyandry is the practice of women having multiple husbands for whatever reasons a woman comes up with. The words polygamy and polyandry are just words. And words have definitions. The reasoning that folks add is usually where the problems start. But I will not take an emotional stance here. I will be scientific. Serenity Scientific Peace Earth for today.

Taoism (a science authored by Original people) teaches that men should not engage in multiple ejaculations because it weakens men physically. The same science teaches that women are not weakened by orgasm. Women can freely engage in all the sex acts she chooses to without dilution of her life energy (chi). This same, and other sciences will argue that women actually absorb the energy form the men we contact. What weakens women is menstruation. I was reading a plus lesson that states the multiple male ejaculations results in an ejaculate that progresses from thick and white to thin and clear as the man continues to release. I have witnessed that to be true. When you examine and draw up said information, it seems the way for men and women to best preserve their life forces is by men only having a small amount of sex and women only having a small amount of menstrual cycles.

But the fly in the ointment for the single man-woman monogamous couple based on this information is if a man should only have sex maybe just one time a week then the likelihood of a woman conceiving every time she is able to preserve her life force, is small. If the man has sex frequently with the woman, his chi will be decreased and the quality of the sperm will diminish which means the babies will be defective. Hmmmmm…..How can we remedy this? I know! If a woman takes on multiple husbands then her chances of regular conception will increase and everyone wins. Sounds logical to me.

If you look at this honestly, polyandry is the only way to stay healthy. Polygamy is actually a ‘kiss of death’. Men with multiple wives will have to engage in multiple sex acts to keep the wives conceiving. That is unhealthy for a man. If said men do not have sex with the wives they will menstruate and then their chi diminishes. That is unhealthy for a woman. Also it is dangerous for women to be the ones to work outside the home. I have heard men say repeated that a woman’s place is at home with the children catering to the men. I agree with that. But in the case of polygamy women would have to work outside the home to support the collective because one man would have a hard time solely supporting multiple families. And the women run the risk of being assaulted by other men. So the truth is that polygamy just does not work.

Let’s get down to the logistics… A women would have multiple, yet consistent sexual partners. I’d say five would be a nice round number. Five = Power. This way a man could have sex with the woman one time per week and the woman could rest two (Wisdom = woman) days a week. Five days of Power, Two days to recuperate. 5+2=7. Nice…..

Folks always say that a child needs a man’s consistent influence in the house for the babies to come out right. If I had sex every day my chances of conceiving when I was fertile would be greatly increased. Also with 5 different contributions, stands to reason if any of the men had some kind of defect it would be over powered by a stronger contribution. And the man’s ego would be preserved because the deficient man would never know and his DNA would not be passed on. Men claim that they can do and are better at anything a woman can do so the housework would be shared by the men and they would be the providers and they have their boys/homies/ whatever right there to do al that male bonding.

Another positive with polyandry that is a negative with polygamy is that the family units will not get so big and be out of control. Many women, who are involved in polygamist plural marriages, have to go on assistance. That would never happen with 5 grown men in a household. If 5 of those men hold down 1 full time job, and one man stays home to assist the woman, that’s 5 paychecks coming in the house. Ask you’re self if it’s more advantageous to Build a nation of a great number of untrained people or a nation with smaller number but more competent people. When has having a multitude of children that one cannot afford benefited anyone? Do not site Jon and Kate, the Duggars or the Octomom. They have reality shows.

This is not a case of women ruling over men. Emphatically NO! With 5 men to 1 woman in a household how could that 1 lone woman rule over all those big men who are physically and some men claim intellectually superior to women? This would really help in China were birth restrictions and selective breeding have the population of men:women at 49:1.

Now in order for this to work, all parties involved would have to be fiercely and wholeheartedly devoted and loyal to the arrangement. 11:14 y’all. This would prevent disease and infection from entering said Universe. That would spoil the babies. And you do realize I am concerned about the Nation Building.

Now men… Do not go all emotional on me and scream “Now Cipher.” I need you to be rational so that you can cee the logic. As long as you men stay cool with your brother husbands and don’t let emotions come into play by getting jealous of each other; this can be a beautiful thing. Or look at it like this… Within our Nation, there is but one Earth. The only place that we know in the Solar system where life exists. God created Earth to be his ‘home circumference.’ Many Gods find a home on Earth. But there is still but one Earth. And the Earth is the home to Islam.

So finally… after years months and days, I must admit… I finally advocate multiple marriages. But only in the form of polyandry. It’s the only way that makes sense for all parties involved.


Monday, January 18, 2010

I Have a Dream Speech

I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation.

Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity.

But one hundred years later, the Negro still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languished in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. And so we've come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.

In a sense we've come to our nation's capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men, yes, black men as well as white men, would be guaranteed the "unalienable Rights" of "Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness." It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note, insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check, a check which has come back marked "insufficient funds."

But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. And so, we've come to cash this check, a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice.

We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of Now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to make real the promises of democracy. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quicksands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of God's children.

It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer of the Negro's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. And those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. And there will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.

But there is something that I must say to my people, who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice: In the process of gaining our rightful place, we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred. We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again, we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force.

The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to a distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. And they have come to realize that their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom.

We cannot walk alone.

And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead.

We cannot turn back.

There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, "When will you be satisfied?" We can never be satisfied as long as the Negro is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of police brutality. We can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. We cannot be satisfied as long as the negro's basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as our children are stripped of their self-hood and robbed of their dignity by signs stating: "For Whites Only." We cannot be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until "justice rolls down like waters, and righteousness like a mighty stream."¹

I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow jail cells. And some of you have come from areas where your quest -- quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive. Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to South Carolina, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed.

Let us not wallow in the valley of despair, I say to you today, my friends.

And so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.

I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal."

I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia, the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.

I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.

I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.

I have a dream today!

I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of "interposition" and "nullification" -- one day right there in Alabama little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.

I have a dream today!

I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, and every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight; "and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed and all flesh shall see it together."2

This is our hope, and this is the faith that I go back to the South with.

With this faith, we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith, we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith, we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.

And this will be the day -- this will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with new meaning:

My country 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing.

Land where my fathers died, land of the Pilgrim's pride,

From every mountainside, let freedom ring!

And if America is to be a great nation, this must become true.

And so let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire.

Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York.

Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania.

Let freedom ring from the snow-capped Rockies of Colorado.

Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California.

But not only that:

Let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia.

Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee.

Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi.

From every mountainside, let freedom ring.

And when this happens, when we allow freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual:

Free at last! Free at last!

Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!

A Day of Reflection

Today is MLK Jr. Day. I, as many, have the day off from work. For real I’m off from work because of this holiday. This is just not a holiday for Black folks. It’s a holiday for all folks. But as an Original person descended from former slaves and folks that suffered the indignities and atrocities of Jim Crow, today is a day of reflection for me. But really pisses me off is how nonchalant the Black conscious community behaves toward this holiday.

It doesn’t matter that Dr. King (btw, his doctorate was earned not given) was a Christian man, nor that he was Greek, nor that he possibly might have been a mason…. This man publicly spoke up in a time when he knew that he would be killed for his words (Wisdom). He allowed himself to be the face of the civil rights movement. He was killed fighting for the rights of all people. And because of his actions, generations will never know what it was like to live in a segregated community. I’m asking the naysayers if they would be so generous.

I have, literally, sat at the feet of older people while they reminisced about how life was before the end of segregation. My parents grew up during Jim Crow. They went to segregated schools. They were subject to curfews and segregated facilities. They used to tell me how they would travel on busses and they feared getting off to use the bathroom. When they travelled by train, they had to bring their own lunches because they weren’t allowed to leave the colored cars to get food. My father was almost lynched once. I have an uncle who was lynched simply because he had a new car. The struggle might be history like the War of 1812 for some; but for me it was reality. Had my father been lynched, I would not exist.

Do I believe integration has aided us? In some ways yes, and in other ways no. But I’m certain the people at the time did not know this before they wore out there marching shoes, and exhausted their dog repellant while wearing waterproof clothing. I respect what our fore-people did to give me a better life. And so should you. I’m not big on telling people how they should live or behave, but it is important for Original people to know and respect their history.

Peace to Martin Luther King Jr.


Monday, January 11, 2010

The Black Man Is God, Damnit!

As of late, a lot of my reading has been on secret societies. I know that some would like to see me angry and rebuke said societies. I cannot. Frankly, because the bottom line is the same with all these societies... That they don't tell the masses and keep to themselves... Is... the fact... That the... Black man is God. You ain't Know?

I freely, fully, without hesitation or reservation and loudly declare that the Black Man Is God. I love that declaration and revelation. Yesterday's degree in the "meat" asked, "Who is this mystery God?" Add on that I was having this conversation with a friend of mine earlier last week with a preacher friend. I was explaining to him why we in Allah's nations proclaim the Black man as God. This was a learned man. I asked him where human life on this planet originated. He replied Africa. I asked him who lived in Africa. He answered Black people. I asked him who came first them or us. He begrudgingly answered probably Black people. I can live with that response, from him. He's old and I don't want to stress him out too bad. I then asked him to put the concept of his Jesus God on hold for a minute... I assured him that if a lightening bolt shot down from the clouds I would jump in front of it... Who then would you consider a Supreme Being? He dropped his head and said Black men. Cool. That's one hurdle, but it is the small one. Then I asked him if he could prove the existence of his mystery god in a court of law. He said no. I said, "Well then there, who is left that can be called 'God'?" A preacher of the gospel of Jesus Christ confessed that the Black man is God.

I, as an Original Black woman, feel fortunate to be an integral part of the God's Cipher. The Black man is the maker, the owner and cream of the planet Earth. I interpret maker as father, owner as consort, and cream as children. I am the daughter of an Original Black man. I am joined to an Original Black man. And Original Black men can come through my womb. What's not to feel fortunate about? I gain my props in every Cipher that counts! I like the part in the movie 300 where the queen says that Spartan women are the only true women. Because they are the only ones to give birth to Spartan men. Superimpose Spartan with Original Black and view the Earth.

120 calls the Asiatic Black man righteous, all wise, true, just, civilized, scientific, and all knowing and seeing. Probably more than that but I'm at work writing this. All these Gnostic texts and secret societies base their foundations on the FACT that the Original Black man is God. Why does a being this powerful need some 'kind of man' drop down on all fours and cry, "Yes daddy! You are indeed God!" I suppose the issue is that they are not properly disseminating the information to the masses. Or possibly, that they do nothing to empower the Black man. But what could they do? And is it even for them (devil) to do? Also, that information is out there for the uninitiated to learn. They hide it in plain sight. It's just not packaged in a nice curriculum and you might have to search for it. Now if the devil labors 35-50 years to learn this, why should I hate? Because of that labor, they will be less inclined to disregard the information. And as far as the public validation goes; why do Black folks need to be told the obvious by people who will suffer from the declaration? Does that make sense to you?

Black man I need you to stand on your square and man up for me and the babies. We are looking to you for guidance, love and protection. Black man stop being a punk and whining about what you didn't get or ain't got and go get it. Take what you want and need. Don't ask for it. Screw the devil. His time is past and he Knows it. He is a rotting corpse looking to take out as many of us as he can on his way out just for spite. Time to do for Self and for Our communities.

I Love You Black Man!


Thursday, January 7, 2010

He Wants Us to The We are All Different

The 7:14 describes how the devil seeks to play on our differences to make Original people forget that Original people are Original people no matter what percentage. I look at this same degree and think that we are all different and within said differences can we find commonality.

I am what I consider an "Old School Earth." I do and see things more traditionally than my younger counterparts. I don?t see a huge problem with this. Change is the vehicle for progress. And as our Nation gets older, some things should evolve. Some things should not. I cover my head all the time when outside of my home. No unrelated man other than the God will see me bareheaded (unless I'm in the hospital or some trick like that). I don't eat meat. I cook... A lot. I do not wear pants. I do not perm or straighten my hair in any way. I do not wear makeup. And normally my skirts are floor dusters. I sew and tend to defer to the God's wishes. I'm old school. But I recognize that's me and how I do it. I'm not advocating all Earths gotta be like me. They just have to be able to show and prove the rational behind why they do what they do. They can parrot or be completely innovative. But in the end it has to add up Mathematically.

Earths wear pants. Some wear tight pants and/or shorts. To Show and Prove no less! I Know Earths that rarely cover their heads. RARELY. Some flat out refuse to cover their heads. I Know Earths that wear makeup. I Know Earths that perm, braid and /or weave their hair. I Know Earths that put it out there for the world to see, and still call themselves Earth. The only thing I have never seen an Earth do is ear a pig ear sandwich while burning it up with a white boy.

3/4ths is not a burden. No where is it written that a proper Earth has to look busted. I remember back in the 80's, some Gods would force their Earths to look like the NOI MGTs. Wearing just a plain long sleeved sack. It's not necessary to do it like that. Maybe I?m not as old school as I think. But I see nothing wrong with locking up the goodies publicly. That doesn't mean you can?t be sexy or alluring, you just don't have to be obvious.

The one thing I won't do is attack another Earth for her choices. She has a God for that. If her God is cool with her expression and reflection then who am I to argue? That's them. But should someone ask me? They getting my full unedited response. If she doesn't have a God, then she has to clearly make Knowledge Born why she is seeking my opinion before I answer. But still don?t ask me what I think unless you really want to Know.

That gansta retribution that this Nation is famous for amongst Gods has no place amongst Earths. We are refined ladies and we don't need get gully like that. Leave that with the men. I cannot think of a reason to strike another woman unless she strikes me or tries to harm mine. I will not come to fisticuffs with a woman because we share a difference of opinion. I won't even get into a heated debate. That's counter productive. I?ll bounce first. Unsolicited advice is one of my pet peeves. Ask, I'll share; you can take it or leave it. We don't have to agree. Religion says all must agree, not the 5% Nation of Gods and Earths. Variety is the spice of life. I might learn something from an Earth that does something different. An Earth brought a dish to an Earth Cipher I had never thought to make. She gave me her recipe and I made it for the God and I. Now it is in heavy rotation. I have witnessed another Earth, teaching a newborn how to wrap her hair. That's peace. Our differences can be useful if it allows us to elevate. But forced elevation of grown women, is not elevation at all. Its oppressive. If I have something to contribute that no one is interested in then fine. That's Peace too. Folks don't have to do or view things the way I see them.

What I'm saying is... There is a time, a place and a proper method for everything under the Sun. Do the Knowledge. Be polite.


Wednesday, January 6, 2010

Dearly Beloved...

by Boss Lady
.An Obituary printed in the London Times – Interesting and sadly rather true.

Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who
has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was,
since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape.

He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as:

- Knowing when to come in out of the rain;
- Why the early bird gets the worm;
- Life isn’t always fair;
- and maybe it was my fault.

Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don’t spend
more than you can earn) and reliable strategies (adults, not children,
are in charge).

His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned but
overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a 6-year-old boy
charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens
suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher
fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.

Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the
job that they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their unruly
children. It declined even further when schools were required to get
parental consent to administer sun lotion or an aspirin to a student;
but could not inform parents when a student became pregnant and wanted
to have an abortion.

Common Sense lost the will to live as the churches became businesses;
and criminals received better treatment than their victims. Common
Sense took a beating when you couldn’t defend yourself from a burglar
in your own home and the burglar could sue you for assault.

Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to
realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in
her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement. Common Sense was
preceded in death, by his parents, Truth and Trust, by his wife,
Discretion, by his daughter, Responsibility, and by his son, Reason.

He is survived by his 4 stepbrothers; I Know My Rights, I Want It Now,
Someone Else Is To Blame, and I’m A Victim

Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone. If
you still remember him, pass this on. If not, join the majority and do


Monday, January 4, 2010

Resolutions for Wisdom Cipher Knowledge Cipher

Resolutions... I make them. Most folks turn their noses up at them. Gods and Earths word is supposed to be bond. So if we say it, then it should happen. But a resolution is not me binding myself via my word. I see it as a good idea rather than a pledge. Folks think that the 1st time they blow a resolution means that it is all shot to hell. I don't see it like that. The way I see it is it takes a minute for something to become part of you. So you will experience slip ups. Also when you make decisions often you don't know all that you might need to make it reality. For example if you say, "I?m going to be a raw foodist in 2010" and you don't realize that you don't have all the toys that go along with that decision because you didn't Know you needed them then it will take a minute before you can fully realize your goal. The way I do resolutions is: I make them, then I periodically check in on them to see how I'm doing or even if I REALLY want to; meaning will they really work I my Cipher. I make resolutions at various points of the Year.... Spring Equimox, my bornday, endof of the Gregorian year.... At some point, when I'm making new resolutions, do I decide if the old ones were successful or if they should be postponed or scrapped. Onto the resolutions...

For 2010, I didn't make a lot of the resolutions that I normally make. I realize that I am getting older and I Know myself a lot better. I Know what I like and what my proclivities are. I Know my capabilities way better than I did in years past. So a lot of the frivolous resolutions aren?t making it on the list this year. I have embraced my weight, and I have curbed the amount of shopping I do. I made peace with cutting the grass and yard work. And I finally Knowledged 120 and bought a car last year. So a lot of foolishness is just not up for discussion. What I am embracing this year is Love, Peace and Happiness.

My righteous name is Serenity Love Sincere Peace Earth. Serenity and Peace seem redundant and maybe they are. I look at it this way... Since they both exist, I am going to really just completely veg and relax this year. I'm going to be vigilant about keeping my Cipher peaceful. So if that means that I don't speak to my mother often so be it. If that means that other people's personal opinions will have to find another place to gather... okay. If that means I will have to completely tune out from my job and the foolishness that goes with even to the point of finding another one... If I must. If that means I will have to look at my shrinking list of personal friends and make even more cuts... Then it will happen. I love contentment. And that is the theme for 2010 in my Queendom. So that means more housework --I hate a dirty house. A ptj--I have some bills that have lingering too long and I get annoyed when I pay them so they have to go and go quickly. And really giving serious consideration with whom I share my social Equality.

Another thing that has appeared on my resolution list for a few years now is children. It has gotten to the point where I have to "piss or get off the pot." I have had that on the list for a minute now, but it wasn?t until 2009 before I found a stable partner. I have been a 'bum magnet' for a long time and last year I began Building with a True and living God so now that resolution can become reality. But there is always a fly in the ointment. I am getting hella old. The plumbing works but the pipes are rusty. Just because I can have children doesn't mean I should. It wouldn't be fair to the child to bring one forth Knowing that they may lose their parents in their 20's, have to rub liniment on Mommie's back, going to the store for the Old God's 'rhoid ointment or a number of old people things that would ostracize them form the rest of their friends. Children should get to be children without dealing with their parent's issues and not live in fear that something will happen sooner than it should. My mother was in her 30's when she had me and her mother was in her 30's when she had her. We both Know what it is like to have to deal with children taunting us because our parents are older. Folks I interact with think it's funny to make jokes that I am as old as there mothers or that my mother is the age of their great grandmothers. Yeah that's about as funny as me drop-kicking them in the mouth. Yeah, my old ass can still do that. Also, having an older mother meant that she was completely out of step with what was relevant for me at any stage of my life. My mother is currently retired and she gets confused when she calls in the middle of the day and can?t get me. When I tell her I'm working she?s like, "Oh that's right." Indeed!

So that's it for me. All that is on the list: maintaining Peace in my Cipher and children. Should be easy to pull that off. Check with me next year this time.