7:14 Lies I've Been Told

Peace.

I probably built on this before. So if this is a repeat... my bad. It happens. And it will be a build mcnugget....

I hate to admit this... But up until maybe 5 years ago.... I thought all of Africa was savage. It's true. I was thinking it was all Tarzan and those people lived in huts sleeping on floors and wild hyenas were just roaming around at will picking folks off. Ridiculous I know. The parts that didn't have the animal savagery, were war torn with people fleeing half naked with bloated bellies who needed missionaries to save their immortal souls and bring clean water. And when I'd see African people here, I'd be like “I know your glad you're here” I'd hear people, Black and white tell me that maybe slavery was a good thing because we got out. And this is after me having 120! My late husband was a travel agent and Africa was a place that we we were in agreement about NOT wanting to go.

That was foolish.

I have come to learn that Africa is as modern as the US. Parts are the shit and other parts just shit... like the US. And do you know what prompted me to into that realization??? The Real Housewives of Atlanta. They took a trip to Africa and it wasn't jungle it was posh and citified. They were staying in a luxury hotel getting all pampered and eating well. The jungle part was a guided tour. That made me pause and do the 1 to Africa. Some areas are bush, but the people who live there know there are other options and many take the road more traveled. It's no different from how Amish want to live off grid or other Americans who want to live in the projects.... its a want. There are jungles and savagery right here in this country.

And then I came across the first sentence of 7:14 and realized... They got me. I fell for the okey doke for years, months and days. And I am not an uneducated or unsophisticated person. The devil does his work well. I, and probably you too, have lived in the US and been indoctrinated to accept lies. We are not the 'sole controller' if we function in a trap of lies that someone has set for us. I was watching some election commercials and I just want to scream at how campaigns put outright lies out there for the masses. And folks BELIEVE them. But who's responsibility is it to make us informed? Is it the people who want a job from us or are we supposed to do the background check on our own? If you buy a bag a shit from the elected officials, what do you think they will give you back? Doing the 1 for self is so important.

But doing the 1 isn't the only thing we need to do. We need to consistently take stock and self evaluate to find the places... the nooks and crannies... were foolishness and misinformation dwells. We need to find these spots and shine the light of Knowledge and Truth on them. And this is who we become our best selves. This is how we elevate. This is how we get out of the plots that have been dug for us. And it is our own responsibility to do this... no one else.


Peace

Who's Responsiblity is it to do YOUR Knowledge?

Peace.

Today embarks Black History Month. I almost forgot. Someone posted something in a blog I follow that brought my remembrance to it. Pity, is it not? I suppose I would have remembered when I noticed all the Black themed shows on HBO and lifetime. This is the time of year they pull them out and dust them off. Sort of like how the Ten Commandments is shown every Easter. And Easter has nothing to do with the Ten Commandments unless it’s close to Passover. (I know Easter has to be close to Passover. But then why do they show the movie only on Easter night?) I am all for knowledge of self. And that includes your personal history. But I am not feeling that Black history month for the following reasons…..

When I was a child of about 10, my school was having some type of event connected with the presidential election. The teachers wanted to make sure that we new all the words to the 1st verse of the National Anthem. My mother heard me singing the song in my efforts to memorize the words for a written test that was going to count! She then told me that I was to learn the words to the Negro National Anthem as well. That she would be testing me, it would count from keeping her off my ass and I had to learn ALL 3 verses. I learned both songs in the same week. Two years later, while learning the French National Anthem (which for some odd reason, I still remember) my mothers made sure I still remembered the NNA, by having me sing it in Sunday School. She is crazy, but I learned a valuable lesson from that experience…. It is no one’s responsibility but mine to make sure I know the contributions of my own people. It wasn’t February when said lessons went down. The election was in November and I remember the French thing being in spring. And these weren’t the only things. Mommie had flashcards and assigned reading for us. She wanted my brother and me to know who and what we were and to never be ashamed. Since then I’ve labored to learn about Original people. While going through 120 even much more. And that’s my 1st point. Doing the Knowledge for self.

Think about it… Who is uplifted by the Knowledge of Black People? Black people. It is in the colored man’s interest to withhold said information. It keeps Original people feeling and most importantly, thinking inferior.

I cee this Black History month as a time for white people to learn about the contributions of Original people because clearly they don’t know. They always seem surprised when they find out something new and come at you like, “Let me look into that.” When they teach it in their institutions the premise reads, you only need 28 days to discuss the history of Original people. Hell, they are the ones who have only been on the planet for 6000 years. That shouldn’t take long. And that’s my second point.

The bottom line is the term Black History should not exist. You don’t hear white people calling what they teach white History. It’s history. And Original contributions should be taught year round. Not just in these 4 weeks. And I get annoyed at the Original people that wear this month on a t-shirt acting like they didn’t know. Why didn’t you know? Ain’t like its hidden! Busters……

So I use this month to shame Black people that only feel proud for 28 days.



Peace

Who is the Boss?

Y'all pay this Build close attention. Some how, some way, this is a message that has gotten lost throught the recent generations....

It is not cool to have ill-mannered children!!!!

Most of my friends and associates who want children have them. I like well behaved children. I do. I even like michevious children. I do not like, nor will I share my social Equality with ill mannered children. Children who are rude and do not know there place.

I am very close to the Cuture decade of my life. When my mother and her friends are having a conversation, I don't speak unless spoken to. I answer said question and then I bounce. Its rude to get in grown folks conversation. I strive hard to appear like I'm not listening. I know I'm grown, but they are growner.

I say yes ma'am or yes sir to adults. I don't call people who are old enough to be my parents by their 1st name plain. It ain't gonna happen. I was raised better than that. Hell... I was raised. And I ain't no worse for wear. I am not shy or withdrawn. I recognize that there are rules and boundaries that everybody has to observe.

Many women with children tend to fall victim to the habit of indulging their children at all times. If I had a dollar, a nickel even for every time I have been on the phone with a female friend and she, without notice, interrupts the conversation to yell something to or at her children, I could retire right now. That is fucking RUDE. I don't play that. That is one of my pet peeves therefore a boundary. I will call you on it the 1st time and every subsequent time after that, I will end the interaction.

I remember when I was a child, my mother would get on the phone and have marathon conversations with her friends. And that was before cordless phones. She was confined to a limited area. We knew to be very quiet and only interrupt her with emergencies. You know... fire, bleeding, police... stuff like that. The worse thing you could hear from my mother was, "Girl let me go. I gotta go beat these kids." My mother was not the kind of woman to promise an ass whipping and not deliver. Even if she had to wake you up to do it.

Another thing my mother despised was us embarassing her in public. On the way from the car to the store my mother would give me the speech. Folks over 35 know the speech... "Don't you ask for nothing, don't you touch nothing, if you do I swear to God I will...." And again, I knew she meant it. There was no running ahead. There was holding her hand until SHE let it go.

Now i must admit I was a handful as a child. I was not the beautifully behaved child that I expect to have one day. That is why I can accept micheivious children. But I knew how to act at home and abroad. I am proud to say, though I have had plenty of spankings, I have never been beaten for the same reason twice.

I was with a friend this past Sunday. Her young son was just running his mouth and doing precisely what he wanted. All the friend was doing was threatening him. Oh she talked a good game but never made good on the threats. This child went as far to say "Whatever" when she threatened him loud enough for it to interrupt a conversation we were having. Ummm.... Emphatically Now Cipher! That child was close enough for his mother to slap the whatever out of his mouth, but she just ignored him. I ducked so she would have room to make her theats come true. Nothings.

When we got out of the car that little boy grabbed a bunch of shit out of the backseat (some of it wasn't even his shit) and he took off for the door. I asked his mother if he had been here before and she said no. Y'all can see that this ain't gonna end well. After we were in the spot a minute, the little boy drops all his stuff on the floor and runs off to play with some other children. Folks know that we arrived together and bring the dropped items to me because they can't find him or his mother. Now I'm carrying bunch of crap and can't enjoy myself. Guess what? I'm 'bout to whip some ass.

I found the little boy and gave him his possessions back. He tells me to hold them. SCREECH. I grabbed tht little boy by the shoulder, dragged him outside and told him that he was gonna hold on to that shit and if when we left he was missing one article I was gonna whip his ass. And neither he, nor his punk assed mother was bad enough to stop me. I jacked him to proove that I was serious. He started to cry and I told him to suck it up because I wasn't his mother. I don't get paid to love him.

Then what happened? He had all his stuff when we left the venue. But that still didn't stop him from cutting a fool. When we got outside, his mother mentioned that he had to go to school the next day and he had a coniption right there in the parking lot. Again I threatened this little boy to behave. This time his mother was standing there and he borrowed some courage. You think that stopped me from slapping this child across his ass? Hell No. I told him the next thing I wanted to hear from him was Good-bye Ms Serenity. And if he tried soemthing I was gonna try something back. He was quiet until I got out of the car when he politely said. Goodbye.

Parents know their children are ill mannered. You can see it all over their faces. When their children begin cutting up they hide. I also acKnowledge that babies are the greatest, but they must be taught. They don't just organically learn to behave. To make devil or to make God, you must first go to the foundation. And that foundation is Knowledge. Children that are raised with proper Knowledge/information grow up to effectively reflect our Culture.

Fucked up children = Fucked up parents.

I'm not caring if you agree with this or not, but children that make it to adulthood and are knuckleheads should go home and live with their parents. Because they are the ones who authored that Koran. If someone becomes a sniper, stripper, pimp, drug dealer, thief or what ever illegal unsavory career they choose for themselves, it's their parents fault. For not instilling in said children the need for accountability and honest work. My mother is in he rmid 70s with all the problems that older, swine-loving, Original people fall vicitm to and guess what? I'm still scared of her and hate to disappoint her. She might be able to still kick my ass. I didn't have children when I was a teenager, I have never smoked weed or have been to jail. My brother neither. We respect our mother because she parented us. And she never (and still doesn't) try to be our friends. She will call a spade a spade regardless of whom or what. Yeah sometimes I resent her for it, but so be it. I have learned the value of hard work and earning my way in life rather than hustling. I was raised with Knowledge.

Consider how you are raising your own children.


Peace

Knowledge the Cipher

This is the 1st time in a LOOOOOOONG time that I am not observing Lent. I stopped being a Christian about 3 or so years ago(it’s funny that I can’t really even remember it like that and it used to be so very important to me). But I have observed Lent annually since I was a freshman in high school. When I started studying other modalities I came to learn that the Asiatic and a lot of other calendars started their years with the spring equinox. That is usually around Easter/Passover. Easter is actually the 1st Sunday after the 1st full moon after the spring equinox. So I kept doing Lent because I wanted to cleanse for the New Year. This year, I gave it no consideration. It didn’t even register on my radar. I realized last week that it was the Lenten season. A patient came into the office talking loudly about his upcoming bornday of March 17th. St. Patrick’s Day always falls within the Lenten season and that’s what made me check the calendars. So I missed my normal entry. Oh well…

Last year the God hipped me to the concept of “Raising the Rod.” He was very ‘bout it last year. Last year I just observed him, since I had already performed my 3 week juice fast for the Asiatic New Year. So I have decided to join him for the month of May. I actually think that is a very good decision (though it’s not really a decision but a consequence at this point) because I hate fasting when the weather is cold and this is something we can do as a family.

So… not paying attention to the cipher has caused me to draw closer to my God and my Nation… I deserve that Justice. Teehee.


Peace