3/4thing....

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Yes this is another Build about 3/4ths! But not like you are expecting…

I LOVE and adore 3/4ths. And let me tell you why….

I must admit, like most women when confronted with a “requirement” to adhere, to become part of my beloved nation, I had issues. It’s a trigger for female 85ers in the wilderness of North America. We don’t like to be told what to do or what we can’t do. Women can have and do it all. And if we desire to be savage, that’s a choice we make…. Yada yada yada….. So I was a bit pissed going into this.

My educator at the time was a man. And unless a man is gay or in the women’s clothing business, he really isn’t going to have a True Understanding of female customs of haberdashery. Men know what they want to see on a woman, but not necessarily the whats and hows. I was having a conversation with the 7 about my cousin who wanted me to make her a pair of pants but claimed she didn’t know her measurements. Precise said, just look in the waist and that will tell you how big her waist measurement is. I just looked at him blankly. It took me a minute to realize that he didn’t know women’s clothes didn’t run that way. Yes he doesn’t have sisters or daughters, but he had a mother and women in his past. I’m certain he has purchased clothing for women before, but still he didn’t know. It’s crazy unrealistic to expect a man to understand certain aspects of womanhood because they don’t care. Even if they are God. Yes, I said it.

To bring degrees in this build, a portion of 3:14 that says God chooses for himself the part of the Earth that he wants and discards the part he doesn’t want. Just because the god discards it doesn’t make it Universal trash. One person’s trash is another’s treasure. You cannot expect for how you dress to be a priority to anyone but you. As are most things in life.

Once I realized that my at the time educator (not Precise) didn’t have a clue to what he was telling me with regard to my attire…. Advising me to develop a work uniform?.... I turned to the Earths. A lot of Earths don’t get this Culture. A lot of them only do this because of a man. So they dress how their man wants them to dress. Not necessarily displaying 3/4ths. OR… they are being taught by a man who is not their man who advises them to look like a hobo. What does he care? Being Earth is not synonymous with being bummy.

Since my hobby is sewing and I was already making most of my clothes, I just added an extra inch or two to whatever I was making. I’m short; most of my clothes need to be hemmed. A few inches is usually enough to make sure I’m refined; and sometimes not that. Is it a big deal? Absolutely not. Is it hard? Emphatically No. the only thing that draws questions is my headwrap. But again, since I make most of my clothes. I automatically make a headwrap to go with every outfit. When folks see you in a Top-to-Bottom matching outfit, they don’t think that I am different from them. So displaying 3/4^ths is NOT hard. And if you think it is, you’re wrong. Folks find a way to do what’s important to them.

This is VERY important. Pay attention….. I still get as much attention now as I did when I was a savagely dressing 85er. And I use the word ‘savage’ loosely. I never really put my goodies out there like that. Though now I get BETTER attention. Men still tell me they find me attractive. But instead of them yelling it from across the road with the “Hey mama you looking good” or “Walk that walk baby” or making some kind of vulgar offer…. I get “Ma’am you look really nice today” and “I wanted to let you know that you are very attractive.” Who wouldn’t prefer that to the former? There is not a day that someone... male and/or female… doesn’t compliment me.

So for you ladies who claim that 3/4^th is impossible and incompatible with your lifestyle….. You’re full of it.

PEACE!

Philipians 4:7

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Yesterday I was riding behind a car and I its bumper sticker read… “Let go and let God.” Then it went on to list a scripture. Philippians 4:7. Well I decided to Google that script. “And the peace of God, which passeth all understanding, shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.” And I remembered…..

When I was a Xian… before KOS… I remembered the feeling of standing free in the church with problems over my head and on my shoulder and allowing myself to “Give them to the Lord.” I remember how free and good I felt. I would leave the building feeling uplifted, happy and tired from holy ghost dancing. Would my problems go away? No. But I had the feeling everything was gonna be alright.

Coming into KOS, you have to put that foolishness aside. And it IS foolishness. But it is a seductive foolishness. When you have KOS you know that it is impossible to give your problems away. You don’t have $$$ to pay a bill, just because you give it away doesn’t mean the bill will get paid by the mystery god. Folks say my heavenly father has many mansions on a hill in glory. Well my physical father had money, but that was his money and it didn’t mean I was going to get any. My mother has money and I KNOW there is no way I can put my hands on that. So what exactly do folks mean when they say that? You can call on All the jehovas you want…. Jirrah, nissi, tsidkenu, shalom, rappha, etc. nothing going to change until YOU do something. It’s just the way it is.

I suppose the reason I am so salty is because I am currently going through some personal challenges. And I would like to just give my problems to the mystery god and have him write a check for it. But I KNOW THAT IS AN ILLUSION!!!!!! 10 years ago while a devout, tithing xian I watched my husband, who I had finally got him broken in to where I wanted, deteriorate and die, literally, before my eyes. No amount of praying, tithing, fasting, anointing him with oil, touching the hem of the preacher’s garment, touching and agreeing kept him from dying. “Well,” everyone said, “it must have been God’s will.” That was the beginning of the end for me. There weren’t any more born again moments for me. His parents were super religious too. So I guess Psalm 37:25 didn’t work either.

Folks don’t want the responsibility of anything. My husband had an illness and he died from it. That’s it. My father had an illness and died from it. That’s it. People die from illnesses don’t they? In either situation there was nothing I could do to aid them. But religion has a plan… Blame your faith for what ever happens. Had they gotten better… gods will. But they died… my lack of faith or maybe I wasn’t in communion with the mystery god. Does that make any kind of sense to you?

“The Peace that passes all human understanding.” Peace is calmness. And we know Understanding to mean a clear picture in your mind based on information and personal experience. So let me get this…. Calmness is enough to allow an individual to transcend a result of which they have knowledge and experienced. Isn’t the definition of insanity doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results???? I actually only hear that definition from churches. But Faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen. So hoping and expecting something different to happen from a situation where you have seen the outcome is somehow NOT insane??? REALLY?

Hoping and Expecting is the flip opposite of Knowledge and Wisdom. That is your definition of trick-knowledge right there...
Knowledge + Wisdom = Understanding.
Hope + Expectation = Faith.

I suppose if you look at the verse… Philippians 4:7…. Paul (a man who is chiefly responsible for xianity as we know it, and who btw NEVER MET JESUS) (5:14) was interacting with a church that he started in Greece. You know Paul was a great delagtor. He ran all his churches from jail with letters. (And you thought criminal king pins were doing something new. I guess there isn’t anything new under the sun….) If you do the Knowledge, that church was in a prosperous area. Philippi literally means a friend of horses. And that was the industry there. Paul was receiving “gifts” from them. (Player Player!) I draw this up to mean that one must understand the Culture of the mystery God.

That is how the 10% rolls. They sell hope; plain and simple. And whether they deliver is something that CANNOT be determined. But the hope is NOT free. And the 85 is happy to spend their hard earned gold, (28:36) on the pipe dream. (30:36) The only thing they get is the good feeling that makes no sense.

I’m angry because my own people perish because of a lack of Knowledge of self. And they move through this existence like a ship without a sail. Folks think that because I have Bible Knowledge that I am going to come back to the fold. But it ain’t going to happen. I have 120 on cap; that doesn’t mean I’m going to join the NOI and apply for my X.

Maybe changing your mindset is the key to problem elimination. Whatever. But I can bare witness to this fact… Problems ALWAYS eventually work themselves out. Sometimes for the better, sometimes for the worse. Problems are ALWAYS temporary. B.U.T. Religions capitalize on that fact and make it sound like their mystery god is the reason why the problems resolve. GTFOOH

If you read this far, I’m proud of you.

It’s nature not religion.



Peace

Why do we fast?

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It is a tradition in our nation that right before a person goes under instruction; they do a 3-day water only fast. I did one. I also wore no make-up. I felt like I was mini-pledging. I have heard some say they fasted for 7, 10 or 30 days on just water. I’m not saying I don’t believe that… I am saying sounds far fetched. VERY far fetched. Like having to walk to school with no shoes… for 10 miles… up hill… both ways… while it snowed in July….

I was about to take on a student a few months ago and I let her know that she needed to fast. She asked me why and I gave her the standard answers that one gives a student, but I don’t really think she got it. I must admit that the answers did sound a bit pre-prepared, even to my ears. I was sharing this with another of my friends who is currently under instruction. She was Earth back in the 80’s (she broke up with her 7 and that was a rap for being Earth) and has never been asked to fast. Her God said he didn’t fast either. Hmmm…. My prospective student refused and that was that for me. Her reasons for refusal also sounded pre-prepared; so I feel there was Equality about the transactions. But since then I was waiting for inspiration to write this Build. And I got it. So let me get it out…

Why do we fast?

I have heard some say, “It gets the pork out of your system.” On some level I agree with that. The metaphorical level. I on that level, I Cee pork as bullshit. It’s cleansing.

I have taught other women this culture and I have taught in general. I earned gold teaching adult learners for 5 years and babies for 2 years. I Know how to teach. Teaching adults is different than teaching children because adults recognize that they are adults and put limits on how they will be taught. A teacher can tell a child to do something and the child will do it; no questions asked. When teaching adults you have to compel them to do what you ask. Adults will tell you what they are and aren’t going to do and proceed that way. They don’t accept because I say so. So in order to effectively teach an adult you have to meet them where they are.

Fasting does a lot of things.
(1) It mentally prepares you for what’s to come. When I was in grad school, if I had a test I would fast before and eat after it was over. It gave me a clear sharpness that I needed. When I’d eat before a test, I’d come down with ‘itis.’ And possibly fall asleep.
(2) It makes you empathetic towards people who don’t have what you have.
(3) It binds you to your educator. Educators tend to stay close during this time. The student feels a closeness to the person who is about to walk them through 120
(4) It breaks down the will of the student. But not in a bad way. By choosing to give up a basic need because another person said to, you start the process of humbling yourself to your teacher.

Now someone might read this and say, “Fasting is for punks” or Fasting is going to make me a punk.” I say no it won’t. You can’t learn anything if you don’t humble yourself. Fasting opens you up to be receptive. And the final reason why I find fasting important, is (6) it’s is an important hurdle to overcome and a powerful tradition within our Nation. When you are Building with the older Gods and Earths, when they start talking about their fast… and they all have a story… you can add yours and feel included.


Peace

Today's Math: Knowledge Build/ Destroy abbt Born

Peace.

At some point we need to get back to normalcy. I'm not saying anger and outrage does not have it's place but we need to learn the lessons and move FORWARD.

Today's Supreme Mathematics is Knowledge Build/Destroy abbt Born. I cee that; especially in newborns. And especially in women.

IMO one of the scariest things in our Nation that You need to become proficient in is Building in the Cipher. I don't know about you, but I used to shit bricks at the thought of standing in the Cipher to Build. I found and still find all kinds a reasons to avoid it. But should I feel the need to Build I do.

But I get asked by newborn Earths exactly how and what their Build should contain. So I'm a make Knowledge Born with this little primer right here...
1..... Step in the Cipher. Agressive 7's will usually back down when they see an Earth coming in. Hey, it's a perk!

2..... Start by saying "Peace" Everybody will aggressively say Peace back to you. Don't let that rattle your concentration.

3..... Introduce yourself. You can say, "I come in the Name..." or my favorite "I come with the attribute..." or you can simply say, "My name is..." But always say your name before Building. Even if your have Built before and everybody Knows you.

4..... Reference the Day's Math. Parliaments and/or Rallies are about every person's interpretation of that day's degree in 120 or in the SM and SA. So don't stand there talking about something completely unrelated unless it was requested. When you speak it should be on the topic of the day's SM. Even if you Build on a degree, it need to include that day's SM. Even in this blog, sometimes I will write a blog on a off day and schedule it to post on the day it matches. There are rules and regulations.

5..... When you Build, make eye contact with every one there and speak up. Nothing looks more painful than a person quietly Building looking at the ground or at everything else than the people there. You do that folks won't listen, start having side convos and possible walk out.

6..... Don't reference a degree you can't quote. Seriously. You will get clowned and you should. Think about this... If the police stops you in a car and you have no license, what will happen to you? Do you deserve it? Some trees teach to not Build in the Cipher until you have 120. Some advocate jumping in with both feet at will. Tread at your own risk.

7..... When you finish say "Peace" and go back to where you where you were standing.

And that's pretty much it.

A few observations:
I find it rude for folks to walk in off the street, Build and bounce. So folks are supposed to listen to you, but you don't have to listen to anyone else? That rude and more important, It's not Mathematical because it shows no Equality.

Don't make noise while folks are Building. If you have to be told that then we should discuss your level of hometraining. I'm not saying don't make noises that support the person speaking, but don't answer your phone or play a game.

I am a big advocate on bringing your children to Parliaments. But I am also an advocate of children learnign at Parliaments rather then them just free balling all over the place. Don't have your kids in the back reading out loud during the Parliament. Now folks want to be on some, "You can't hold the babies back like that" but it's NOT holding them back. It's teaching them how to behave in public. Children must know their place in the world. You teach your children to run amok they do that when they get to school. Then they get classified and medicated and you wonder why your kid can't read. Children need boundaries. You want to see them play and be free, do that on your time.

When women Build amongst each other, we tend to talk about our feelings... I don't see anything wrong with that. But men do. If you are Building in a majority male Cipher then you need to adjust your Build for the people your talking to otherwise it won't be received. And if it isn't received, what's the point?

So what can you expect at a Rally or Parliament? Folks standing in a circle and periodically someone standing in the center giving your their perspective. At the end, folks like to take pictures and sing the Enlightener. Afterward, in most places there is a sharing of food. Babies 1st, Earths next, gods last.


Peace

Not the Same

Peace.

When I was in dental school, I had a teacher who taught nutrition. She had a doctorate in nutrition. She was one of these affluent white people who gave her life to teach poor hood kids to eat better. Now she didn't give the families any money. And she didn't drop off food that she thought they should eat. She berated them on their food choices and attempted to persuade them to eat differently. She hoped that arming them with knowledge would change their lives for the better.

She didn't like me. I was a Black female student from an inner city; therefore, I had to have been raised by a poor single mother, never had met my father, living in the projects, on assistance all my life, public school educated, probably had my mother watching my children who had gotten lucky enough to attend college and dental school. That was absolutely not true. The antithesis was true. But she couldn't ever see that because my parents were hard working ordinary people and that's not the way Black people came. Black folks are ALL impoverished except the ones that became professional athletes or entertainers. those would lift their families out of our natural state of poverty. I'd seen white folks like that before. I never cared because what they peddled wasn't for me. But this chick had my future in her hands. For her little 2 credit class, required break out sessions and nutrition counselling sessions... I had to placate her. There were other Black students in the class (exactly 3 others out of 96) But she just knew I fit her perceived prototype.

During a break out session she remarked that she had been counseling a child he reported that he drank Kool-Aid that he had added a cup of sugar to. She went on and on about how we needed to counsel these people so they could learn to eat better. I raised my hand and said that you were supposed to add a cup of sugar to Kool-Aid. That the directions directed that it be made that way. She came back that that Kool-Aid was pre-sweetened. i came back with not all Kool-Aid is pre-sweetened. She looked at me really stupid and told me she didn't believe me. She said if I could prove it, I could get an "A" in that class and not have to attend any more sessions. I took that action.

There was a Pathmark across the street from the school and I said that I would go across the street and get a pack of Koo-Aid and prove that to her. She agreed and handed me a $5 bill. I asked what it was for. She said the Kool-Aid. I laughed and said that wouldn't be necessary. I had a quarter. she was so confused. i told her to have a 2L pitcher with water in it for when I got back. And she did.

I came in with 1 pack of purple Kool-Aid... No sugar. She looked at the pack and asked me when did they start making this. She had never seen it before. I said that this is the type of Kool-Aid I have been drinking my entire life. Yes I had to admit that drank Kool-Aid, but I drank water, milk, juice and other beverages too. I got 2 packs. She was quick on the draw and poured the powder into the water without reading the directions. She was certain that it was drinkable without sugar. She poured out dixie cup sized portions for everyone in the room. I declined as did the other Black person in the room. I also backed away from the group because I knew some spitting was about to happen and Kool-Aid stains don't come out.they sipped and no one in the room swallowed it.

She asked me what I had done to the pack. I reminded her that she opened it and that it was nasty because she neither added sugar nor did she read the directions. She said that couldn't be proven since the package had been destroyed. I pulled the back up pack out, read the directions and let everyone see it before she could get it and destroy it again. I also showed her the receipt for the 2 packs. It came to $0.20 for the 2 packs. Yes, this was a while ago. I explained that this option is cheaper than buying pre-sweetened Kool-Aid. And also you could get a variety in a canister. The packs were cheaper than the canisters even with the additional price of sugar. Why would you expect people who were strapped for cash to choose a more expensive option? I went on to explain that there were even cheaper options of powder-pack beverages. she assumed that I knew this because I had been raised in poverty. Whatever.

That heifer asked me if I would, for no money, work on her project. That would include every weekend, holiday, and summers. Did I mention without being compensated? I declined. I really needed to get paid to put up with her racism. And none of the other Black people that she approached agreed to her arrangement. She told the whole school that the reason we wouldn't work for her was because Black people didn't like to work. And she refused to sign her departmental release for me to get my diploma. I waited 2 weeks for it before I went to the dean and showed him all my qualifications for the degree. And he agreed and released my degree.

Why did I share this with you? Be mindful that the help you receive from the devil is always laced with devilishment. Do the Knowledge before you accept something that seems so easy and without strings. Things are usually not as they seem.


Peace

the only verdict post I'm writing....

Peace.

Black folks are super pissed with the Zimmerman verdict. And they should be. I personally have always said he is going to get off. The fact that it took so long to arrest the man and the jury full of she-devils.... I read the writing on the walls. And where I commiserate with folks, I'm not taking the march/riot/protest route. That is a waste of time, energy and resources. This trial should have awaken those who think sleep is safe. And I'm all about proactive solutions....

The cry has gone up to support Black businesses. Ok. I have always advocated that. My father was an insurance broker who owned his own business. Him owning his own business gave him a freedom that I don't have working for other other people. And there is something self reckoning that happens when you responsible for yourself and other people's livelihoods. His mother had a seamstress business and my maternal grandfather was a self sufficient and successful farmer and meat producer. I say all this to say... I get it.

But it is not easy to support Black business, because thy aren't out there. It's easy to find the specialty businesses... hair salons/barber shops, funeral homes, soul food restaurants, African stores.... But where are the Black owned gas stations and grocery stores? Yes you can buy a car from a Black person; but how often are you going to do that? Our businesses tend to be those that you only use here and there.

I have labored to rid myself of the devil's influence for awhile now. I don't have love for them, but I recognize that their influence is every where. In 2009 I attempted to only trade with Black people. By February I had to re-evaluate my approach. The business that I traded with most frequently weren't Original. My gas station. My grocery store. My utilities. etc. I do my own hair, my car is relatively new, I hope not to need an undertaker, I like to cook and make my own food. I make my own clothes. So when I spend gold it is on the basic necessities. Black folks don't own those. But we could.

For y'all contemplating doing the "All Black" thing, I encourage you to take stock of your life. Get pen and paper and categorize your life. Bills/Utilities - car note, insurances, mortgage/rent, cell phone, etc... Food.... Clothing.... Shelter.... Gas - gas is my highest utility each month. I would be happy to do business with a BLACK person and just not a "person of color."

Now that you have written this out on paper, ask yourself these 2 questions... (1) Do I know a Black owned version to support? and (2) Can I do this business myself? Then get to work.

As far as me and my house are concerned, we have been pro self sufficiency and pro-Black businesses for as long as I could remember. We bank with a Black owned bank. We use as much as we can find. But the basics aren't there. I would love to live in a Black neighborhood (I do) and send my children to a Black private school, shop with Black vendors, buy my food from a Black grocery store and go to a Black movie theater. Right now that looks like going home, stopping at a rib shack and my local bootlegger. That's not a pretty picture. But we can do better.

After the verdict and the ridiculous behavior of the media, Zimmerman's family and Zimmerman himself... We are getting God You Nows... legal ones. Multiple ones. And the license to carry them damn near anywhere I go.



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My Trayvon Experience

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My parents were married until right before my 18th bornday. I'm the youngest of 2. It was important that to them that they be married until I was legal. ???? IDK... But they stopped living together before I was conceived. My dad had his co-op and my mother had her house. My parents co-parented us. They equally participated in all our activities with their time, resources and money. But that's not what this Build is about. I just didn't want you to assume my dad was a absentee father.

My father lived in a co-op. Living in a small space allowed him to contribute on the mortgage. I never lived there with him. I had 2 stepsisters... as I call them.... who lived there at different times with their mothers. But I lived in the same city as Daddy, with my mother. If my mother went out of town, I stayed home and my father would babysit me at home. I am really funny about my surroundings. And this is the reason why....

One weekend, Daddy decided that my stepsisters and I should spend the weekend together at his complex. He promised to take us skating and I was in. I went over there on a Saturday and was supposed to be there until Monday. Monday was Labor Day. Mommie was ok with that. She wanted to get me ready for school without my intervention.

My sisters and I decided to go outside in the complex's courtyard and jump rope. The complex had a very stern security guard. Reminds me of a thin Uncle Ruckus. While we were playing on the inside of the gated complex this security guard came up to us and asked me, in particular, what were we doing. It was clearly self explanatory. He said no outside children were allowed to play in the playground. We said our father lived there and we weren't outside children. The guard said, he knew my 2 step sisters but not me and I had to leave. Then... he picked me up, while I kicked and screamed, and threw me off the property. Operative word... threw. I had scrapes on my arms and legs. (My father said he hated returning me to my mother broken. She would cut a fool!) One sister followed screaming like I was, the other went and got Daddy. The security guard locked me outside the gate.

Daddy came outside and asked what happened, as if he didn't already know because I'm certain my sister told him. He let me back in and told us that we needed to go back to playing just as we had before the guard came. We did. My dad could inspire fear in any person's heart; especially when he was mad. Uncle Ruckus came back and snatched my arm again and began dragging me. He came up behind me with no warning and started cursing me like a sailor. That's when Daddy swooped in and put hands on him. Daddy beat the shit out of that man. Then asked him why he was harassing me. The guard said he didn't know me, and was doing his job.

There was more fighting and words but you get it.

I tell this story because I was a young girl and man handled by a grown assed man who had to know he could do anything he wanted to me. Any fight I had could easily be countered by this man who at the time was twice my height and 3x my weight. But he did it anyway.

George Zimmerman needs to go to jail.

From scared children everywhere.




Peace