Saturday, January 31, 2015
Today's Supreme Mathematics: Understanding Cipher
I like to garden. In some locations I've been more successful than others. You have to Know your Cipher. My previous home, the ground was rocky so unless I was going to put in raised beds... which I don't agree with. Seems too trendy and unnatural... or have the rocks removed.... too expensive for what I was striving to achieve. And my neighbors and their dogs were too close for comfort. So I resorted to containers.
In my Current space, the house is on a corner lot and the backyard is small with non-existent sunlight. The only place to plant a garden is in a public area. BUT.... my neighbors are a bunch of punk bitches who complain to the city over the smallest foolishness.... the grass isn't cut to their specifications, the gutters are full, there is debris on my roof. Why the fuck is my property their business? And city complaints come with city fines. We refuse to pay said fines because the city refuses to divulge the names of the complainers. So... Containers.....
I have a bunch of houseplants too. I have spider plants, trees, snake plants, etc. A few months ago, I acquired some large pots. I broke up my snake clusters and put some in the new bigger pots and some in the pots they were accustomed to, just thinned out. You know what happened? The plants that went in the bigger pots are now bigger plants. They had babies and doubled in height as well as thickness. The thinned out parts in the same pots have regrown to the size they were originally, but they didn't get any taller. I haven't repotted my trees in at least 10 years and you know what? They are at the same height today as they were 5 years ago. You know why? They have gotten as big as their pot allows. They are still alive but they aren't getting bigger. But I'm okay with that. They are indoor trees after all. I don't need for them to be bigger than they are.
Here is the thing with containers... A plant will only grow as large as the container permits. Think on that for a minute. Let it soak in all your nooks and crannies. If you have a plant that should grow large, yet you stick it in a small container... what happens? The plant's growth is stunted and chances are won't do what you want it to do when you want it done. Fruiting plant won't fruit. Rooted plants won't prosper. Sometimes the plant will just up and die. You put that same kind of plant into a container that's big and spacious, you will not only get what you wanted but over abundance of what you were growing. The plant will actually volunteer to make more plants. That phenomenon is applicable outside of horticulture as well....
You have 8 children but live in a 1 bedroom apartment. Is there room for the children to do what they need to do to become functional adults? It may be fine when they are babies (And I'm being generous), but what happens when puberty sets in? You gonna let boys and girls all sleep in the same bed?
You have a job and you make $15k/year. That may be enough if you are a high school student working part time and living with your parents. Or a retiree, who's house is paid for, and receiving SS, pensions and supplementation from your children. But what happens if you are parents to the above listed 8 children? Is it still enough?
You are in a relationship with a prison inmate serving a life sentence. Now he might be a good man in a bad situation, but what can he offer you and your 8 children other than kind words? There is a dude at the Parliament looking at you with kindness in his eyes. He, has a 6 bedroom house, a job pulling down 6 figures before the decimal and a generous nature. I'm not saying you should leave your inmate, but what kind of pot do you find your self and what are you growing? Where does the yield look brighter?
Where are you living? Where are you working? What kind of relationship are you in? Look at those situations carefully and ask.... “Is your pot too small for your goals?” Are you trying to plant carrots in a container that's too shallow for them to grow?
Peace
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Wednesday, January 21, 2015
Ain't all Sunshine and Roses
Peace.
Once you get seasoned in this Nation, you start to see the little idiosyncrasies that exist in all organizations and/or Cultures. This is stuff you would never see as an outsider looking in. Membership does have it's challenges.... I suppose this is me hashing out particular pet peeves....
It's no secret I had 2 educators. I did 120 twice. My 1st educator was not my man. So when I did get a man, I had to redo 120. I'm not mad anymore. My 2nd ride was superior to my 1st. Precise is a really good educator. He is scholarly by nature and very patient. He can really break down concepts and tells you little 'nation secrets' that gives you insight on the Culture. For him it's about making NGE something that incorporates itself into your lifestyle. He's not just about memorization and yelling. I would say he's a good educator even if he wasn't my man. Not all Gods teach that way.
From having 2 educators, I've come to learn that there is no “standard” 120, or even Supreme Mathematics for that matter. For example for 4 we have Culture, and not Culture/Freedom. For 5 we have Power and not Power/Refinement. Does that make our Math wrong? No. It's what I got from my educator and what he got from his. My 1st version of 120 is different from the 120 I now recite. Does that make one of the versions wrong? No. It makes them different. I get SO Pissed Off when someone gets all emotional about their Math being the 1 true math and that all other versions make the people who recite them idiots. That's why Build has a Destroy. Those people are not Building.
And I get why people feel strongly about their own Mathematics. I feel strongly about my own. But not enough to beat someone over the head with my version. I don't even like interacting with folks who do that.
Religion does not allow you to be tolerant of other points of view. It's not set up like that. Everyone at a given moment must believe and behave as the people who are sitting circumferential to them. It's all right or all wrong. The Xian Bible is generally not up for debate in a given denomination or church. You must see everything the exact way the pastor says or you are wrong. NGE isn't like that. We all get to... and should strive for.... an original Understanding. That's how we grow. I may hear folks Build on a degree from a perspective I've never considered. That always inspires me to do some external research and then I have adjusted my Cee. Cees are always in flux... and should be.
But what pisses me off is when Gods want to try bully folks into their Understanding. That shit only works on weak minded, lazy, religious people. People who never left the church mentally or don't want to put in the work to develop their own Cee and are willing to parrot something they heard. Parroting comes with no Understanding and I have to ask is that a Cee or not. Regurgitation ie vomit stinks.
And just because I call my Nation on the floor, doesn't mean I'm a Nation traitor. The Xian Bible says the Lord disciplines the one he loves.” If I saw some foolishness and looked the other way... that isn't Love...
Peace
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Monday, January 19, 2015
King Day??????
PEACE!!!!!

I hope you're enjoying my day off. I am SUPER enjoying mine. So much in fact I am writing this Build on Master Love King Day. (I really just call it "King Day" because it matches the Supreme Alphabets... teehee!!!) Now if you're a diligent follower, you know rules. I don't compose Builds on my off days. But I'm a break that rule today. (I never word-is-bonded it!!!) So you you know it's going to be a McNugget of a Build so I can get back to my off-daying...
So answer me this question???? Why is MLK Day considered a "day of service"????? And y'all just go with it no questions asked.... The ONLY day that commemorates an Original martyr and the civil rights struggle is a day Black people are supposed to work for free? Fuck off if you think I'm doing that. I'm not.
So is St Patrick's Day a day for Irish people to offer 'service'? No. The wear green, drink green beer, have a parade and get shitfaced. What about Columbus day? More marching, no banking or postal service but no 'service' there either. What about them Jewish Holidays???? Nope. no 'service' from them. Thanksgiving and Christmas seem more like days where folks should be serving others. But the Black day you want Black people to remember what the world was like prior to the 1966??? Go to hell.
Today... I woke up late, had personal time with the God, ate cookies and did what the hell I wanted. I fed the cat. That's all the service folks are getting from me. I KNOW how to holiday...
Peace!
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Monday, January 12, 2015
The Highest Form of Understanding....
Peace.
Today's Supreme Mathematics is Knowledge Wisdom abbt to Understanding. It's kind of apropos to how I'm feeling right now.
Love (12:SA) is said to be the highest form of Understanding. It takes in account that you have information about an individual and that you bear witness to their actions. If at that point you continue to add on with said person, then you Love them at least to some degree. I agree with this definition. Love isn't necessarily all romantic or unconditional. Folks level up the definition with adjectives that aren't earned or even applicable.
I am a person who has both the ability and the inclination to cut off a joker's head and not look back. If I write you off.... then you are dead to me... and since in all the history of Islam it's never been revealed of a man returning from a physical death... you stay dead to me. I have done this many times. But for some reason, I find it difficult to cut off folks who share my DNA.
If said this before... I'll probably say it again... The people closest to you will hurt you more than anyone else because they are the ones who have the most opportunity. Family being the closest to you will always hurt you more than any other entity. But at some point one must say, “Enough is Enough.” I have gotten to that point.
I've Built about my peeps before. My living blood family consists of my mother, older brother and assorted cousins. I didn't grow up near my cousins so I don't have a close relationship with them. My grandmother had been married twice and my mother is the result of her 2nd marriage. My aunt and uncle were grown my mother was born, so their kids are a LOT older than I am. Hell a lot of my 1st cousins are retired and have children older than me.
I don't expect Understanding from my extended family... that's good since I don't get any. I just don't know them like that so that kills the 1. But my mother and brother..... just shiesty! 2 garments cut from the same cloth. I hate to share accounts from my childhood that include them because they never sound good. BUT. The best part is these 2 individuals didn't baby me... didn't make me a punk bitch... taught me to stand square on my Cipher and look folks unashamedly in the eye. They are responsible for my independence. That's all I got good to say about them.
Both these people need their heads chopped off, though. For some reason, they think that their presence is necessary for my day to day. I'm not going to get into the specifics.... But I will say that my life is smoother without them in it.
One of my 2015 resolutions is to slow down and take things easier. I can see where my health is affected by my emotions. These 2 inspire non-pleasant emotions. I'm done letting it affect me like they want. I'm driving this vehicle from now on. I know these folks and I know how they do. I Love them. But that doesn't mean I'm going to let them continue to have a bit of sway in my life. They've ruined their own lives and the people around them with their misery. I'm not letting them do that to my life.
Peace
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Wednesday, December 31, 2014
Resolutions 2015
Peace!
I admit... I do resolutions. I don't do them the way most people do them. I think about what I want to work on for weeks... sometimes months. And if I break the resolution, I don't scrap it and quit. I've had resolutions that took me years to complete. In 2013 I resolved to run a 5K race. I didn't complete that until June of 2014. Did I fail? Nope. I persevered. In 2005 I vowed to stop wearing pants publicly. I've kept that going since and people don't even notice! In 2008, I vowed to have 120 by the end of the year... and did. My resolution for 2009 was to attend Show and Prove and I did. I don't see anything wrong with trying to bring more refinement to one's life. I think the thing with G's and E's is 11:14. If someone makes a resolution and doesn't keep it they think they need to commit suicide. It doesn't have to be like that.....
So here is the 2015 Lineup.
8 Scrubs
I hate wearing scrubs. Hate is not too strong a word. They don't look good on me and I don't like the idea of wearing a uniform. Also, I don't wear pants publicly unless I'm working out or cleaning outside. The last time I had a job where I had to wear scrubs, I gained 20 pounds without knowing. Scrubs are soooooo forgiving. You need to wear real clothes to keep you honest. If I put on an outfit and I have trouble buttoning it... I eat salad for lunch until I can. Scrubs..... not so much. Also... this devil I work with is DYING to wear scrubs. She doesn't have the clothes I have and resents having to dress everyday. She has been pleading to to boss to wear scrubs and he said that she could wear what ever she wanted. She refuses to wear the scrubs she desperately wants because I won't wear them. And I will continue to not wear them... until the boss gives in to her demands... as he always does. These bitches don't realize that I make my own clothes. I'm fly all day long. That won't change if forced to wear scrubs. Plus... I am becoming a midwife and midwives wear scrubs. I need them for that.
Stop Rushing and Slow Down
I rush all the time. I don't even know why. I hate being late, maybe that's why. I'm going to stop letting people goad me into their schedule and do me.
Be better about documenting activities
I do stuff. And this stuff needs to be written down as I do it. I need to keep my journal entries better and more timely.
I'm taking a vacation.
I haven't been on a vacation in 10 years. I think it's time. I work hard, I deserve it.
Weekly maintenance.
I'm getting older and need to forcibly stop and take care of myself each week. I'm going to do that.
Read all of Zora Neale Hurston's books.
That self explanatory. I read a lot. This is giving my reading more direction. My vacation will also tie into this exercise
Develop a new exercise plan.
You notice I say nothing about losing weight? I'm 44 and think I'm drifting into menopause. Definitely peri-menopause. My body is changing, my skin is changing, my sleep patterns are changing after decades of consistency. This is a natural change and I'm going with it. No need to fight it... it's going to happen regardless of the effort I put into stopping it. I just hope the mustache will be light. That being said, I want to get into a habit of regular exercise. I was running, but that just isn't enough. I need to be doing varied exercise. I was thinking about a modified/ghetto version of crossfit.
Get a new job.
I hate my job. I do. There is no place for growth, I dislike all but one of my coworkers, I'm not respected, I'm not compensated well, I get no benefits. All I have is security. I've been here for 11 years. I meant to be here for 6 months. This was supposed to be my transitional job to get me back in the workforce after the year and change I was off because my husband died. This job has paid bills and kept me comfortable. I appreciate that. But that's all. I work and for that I'm compensated. I have learned very little that I didn't already know. I do feel comfortable running my own practice now and my patient interaction has improved. This is going to be the gulliest of all my resolutions... but I hate this job so much... If I haven't found another by 2016... I'm quitting.
The thing about resolutions.... You should (a) make sure they are appropriate for you and your life. Don't ask for something you aren't ready to receive. You say you want to start dating but you haven't worked out the kinks with your baby mama/father. Or you want to lose weight but you can't afford the new wardrobe. Stuff like that. (b) Recognize that change is not going to happen overnight. If you quit smoking 1/1.... there is a 90% possibility that you will fail. But that doesn't mean you don't keep trying. The McClurkin song “we fall down, but we get up” is ringing in my head right now. Re-evaluate your resolutions at the end of the year... not when you mess up. (c) Make your resolutions doable. Don't say you are going to sprout wings and fly unless your a bird.
Do these with your resolutions and you will find yourself more refined by the end of the year.
Peace!
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Thursday, December 25, 2014
XMas???
Peace!
I hate when I look on my newsfeed and see posts that wish the readers a happy holiday. Just to be ironic and hypocritical, I decided that I would do one....
Today is a big holiday for the christians. Today is the day they give gifts to each other to celebrate an arbitrary date they chose for the birth of their mystery's god. Yay!!!!! Jesus may be the reason for the season, but the season is driven by capitalism.
But what do Gods and Earths do today????
We chill. I get paid for not working today and I'm gonna chill for the entire 8 hours. I might do another clarifying treatment on my hair. I bought some Chinese food for dinner, so I don't have to cook and Precise and I are going to watch movies all day. I might go out tomorrow and partake in the afterparty sales. I need a clarisonic and some over the knee Black boots. We shall see what's on sale.
Happy Paid Vacation to y'all, and to all a good night!
Peace
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Wednesday, December 24, 2014
Dauntless vs. the Babies
Peace.
Are ya'll as tired of these police assisted homicides as I am?
Yo... I hate cops. Not because of any personal issues I've had with cops. I'm not a criminal. I have no fear of cops. But cops have never done me a solid either. No cop has ever stopped me from being robbed. Though they will show up after the fact and tell me what I did wrong. And not ever attempt to look for the thieves. I've had cops give me tickets. I've had cops follow me and detain me because of their suspicions based on where they thought I should be. But I have never received justice at the hands of cops....
This thing that is truly irking me is the police reaction to the protests. Why are they having “feelings”? People in the US don't get to have “feelings” about their jobs. If you don't like your job.... quit. Most of us are “at will” employees anyway. The rest of us working non-cops just suck up the unpleasantness and keep it moving. I find it ridiculously unprofessional that these people who are paid with taxpayer money are protesting back.
I have a job that is at times unpleasant. I work in healthcare and there are lots of people who can't get what they want or don't want to be asked for money and get rowdy about it. Do I get rowdy back? No I don't. I smile and send their asses to collection. If I get gansta and respond back in kind, I lose my job. But for some reason cops are exempt from this process. I don't give a half of a fuck about how cops "feel." They need to protect these protesters because that's THEIR job.
This situation so reminds me of the movie Divergent. The Dauntless group is the police and they have been brainwashed to think that it cool to exterminate an entire faction. The devil always tells on himself. Somebody.... like their bosses... needs to sit down with the cops and have a come-to-jesus moment. Let these jokers know that we are not at war and you just can't be shooting folks because they are Black. But these cops are talking back to the boss. All cops serve at the pleasure of the mayor. You don't get to tell your boss to kiss your ass.
Geraldo Herrera and his ilk needs to have SEVERAL seats talking about Black people are at fault because we are scary or because we wear hoodies. That dog don't hunt. (a) that's inaccurate and (b) its a stupid cop-out. They see a Black person and get scared? We can't stop being Black. Big tall men can't stop doing that either. Their women don't seem scared to be around our Black rich. I suppose money makes one less scary. Maybe poor Black people are scary. But we aren't so scary that we can't clean your homes and watch your kids. White use that excuse when they don't want to do right.
Example.... I took a belly dancing class a few years ago. It was something I had always wanted to do. Try as I might, I couldn't find a Black teacher. And there is a big belly dancing community in Atlanta. So I found a beginners class that had several Black students, including a few personal friends. The instructor took my cash money for the class and that was the last interaction I had with her until the class was over. I struggled with the class... shattering the myth that all Black people are born dancers... and whenever I tried to get some help from the instructor she pushed me off. At the end of the class, the students were sitting around talking. They asked me what class I was taking next. I said none. I had tried it and didn't like they experience. The instructor heard me and said that I should take another teachers class. I asked why? She said that I scared her and that's why she shied away from me. I looked at her for a moment and asked her, “Why?” she said I was scary looking. I asked her “Why weren't you afraid to take my money?” and then when she couldn't answer that I said,”If I'm so scary, maybe you need to walk away now that I KNOW you purposefully beat me for $80.” Me... a 5'3.75” female. This chick had 4” on me in height. Plus we were in a white community. If she called the cops they would actually show up.
Switching gears a bit.... I feel sorry for this current generation of young people. This level of racism must be a hard pill for them to swallow. My parents were part of the civil rights era. They grew up in the south with all the Jim Crow restrictions. My parents never considered themselves the same as white people. I'm not saying they considered themselves less than white folks; but they knew that there were differences and that said differences would never be reconciled. They only wanted the opportunities that white people afforded themselves and because they were...and still are …. in power, deny Black people. Older Black people's philosophy was... “Just give us a chance to live like human beings.”
My generation was raised knowing that the doors had been opened and that we could walk in and demand a seat at any table. I did. And many of my contemporaries did. Those that didn't, chose not to... and that is okay too. Folks should be able to make choices that satisfy them. That's Equality. But never have I ever considered myself the same as a white person. My parents told me of their seperate-but-equal experiences... I have had my own interactions with white people. They are different. I have never aspired to be like one of them. But this current generation of children under 30 didn't get that memo.
I've had many jobs, and one of them was an 8th grade history teacher. These Original children don't see themselves as different from white folks. They see themselves as the exact same. They like white music and dress as they do. I'm not used to seeing Black children mimic and emulate white stars. It has to be a slap in their faces to see how white folks are behaving now. For me, these current events don't surprise me. I don't trust white people at all. I have 'pets' but they are 1 per situation and that's as far as it goes. I don't invite white people to my home. I chose to not live near them. These children are not taught to deal with adversity, so they don't have a clue what to do other than assemble and march. They don't have an idea how to exist without their pale friends. They're too close. The thought of truly boycotting white folks is as drastic as cutting off a limb. And that's our fault.
We have done a piss poor job in educating our children on how the devil does. We can't point to something that happened 100 years ago and expect them to have a visceral reaction. Slavery offends me, but it only embarrasses these young people. In another generation, it will be forgotten all together. I am incensed that my parents and old people had to live under Jim Crow.... that's my mama and daddy!!!!.... but this younger generation has no clue what Jim Crow actually means. It's not taught in schools (I taught it and the administration got mad) and without that bit of crucial information the civil rights era become confusing and irrelevant for these kids. Talking about it only in February is not effective. Ask a 12 year old Black child who was MLK and what did he do. they will answer, "He freed the slaves." SMH....
As always... I strive not to complain for complaining sake. But I have discussed this in previous posts and if you follow me, I've already given my solution. I'm just coming through to drop my Cee....
Peace
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