Today's Mathematics: Knowledge God

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Today's Supreme Mathematics is Knowledge God. In the Supreme Alphabet it's Queen. That standard Ebonic Build for today is a Queen is a female who Knowledges God. The non-Ebonic Build is a Queen is one who Acknowledges the Black man is God and no one else. Here is my question.... Is that just for women? Meaning is a woman the ONLY being that acKnowledges that the Black man is God? Doesn't say anything else in 120, SM & SA that there is another who can do this for the Black man. So if a Black man does not have a Queen then is he not God?

I'm putting this down because I have had the occasion of being told I'm not a true Earth because I don't have children. If my “Earthdom” can be quantified on those terms... then why shouldn't a Black man's God-liness be qualified the same way? If our Culture is communal like that....

So if a god has no Queen to qualify him as God.... then what?

Teehee.... I have my Cee on this, but I'd really like to hear yours... Add On!


Peace!

31:40 Going Back to the Source

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First things 1st, I Pappa (or I Mamma)... 2 different songs, but within the same family....

I used to find it funny that on Facebook, seems like folks will Build like crazy on all degrees Knowledge. But by the end of the month all that Building fades. Why aren't people dying to post their Build on the 23rd or the 15th? IJS.....

Today's degree in the 1-40 ask how to do a thing. And it doesn't matter what said thing is. The answer is always the same.... You start from the beginning. You get lost... you go back to where you started. You get separated form your party... you go back to the car. Anytime you get confused or lost you rectify that by going back to the source.

We live in a challenging era. Things are changing at terrific speeds. But if you find yourself about to lose it. Go back to the beginning. Go back to knowledge and work your way to Pluto. I promise you you will get right back on track


Peace

I've got a New Name

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Not sure I mentioned this... But I changed my name a little....

I know it's common for righteous folks to touch their names here and there. And I'm no different. I really think folks choose their names initially too quickly. Part of the I know the “cool part” of the Nation is getting your righteous name... But get your feet wet 1st before you make such a big decision. Once you choose a name and get known, it takes some doing to change that and get used to answering to something different. An Earth in this Cipher COMPLETELY changed her name when she started adding on with a new God and I saw the labor she went through trying to get folks to honor the change. She's not here anymore. I really think that men should wait until they Knowledge 120 before choosing a name. And women, once they decide how they plan to manifest their Earth-dom... then change their names at the completion. Cause y'all know not all Earths learn 120.

I do remember when I was new in the Culture I was dragging my feet about my name. I just didn't hear anything that resonated with me. My 1st educator was in NY, so he wasn't really caring what my name was and I was cool with that. But when I tried to come amongst the righteous people with my given name, I was met with quite a bit of suspicion.

This is actually not the 1st time I changed my name. My original righteous name was “Serenity Love Divine Earth.” This website reflects that. I have adjusted my name here and there. When I became part of Precise's Universe I adjusted my name to his. I added in “Peace” because that was his chosen surname. But that made my name super long. And OH... I clown earths with them LOOOOOOONG righteous names! 'Cise also thought I should add the attribute “Sincere” because he says that I am am really Sincere about living out the Culture. I thought that was sweet. So my attribute was.... “Serenity Love Sincere Peace Earth.” I know... Long.

Well..... I'm now taking out the “Love” and replacing it with “Angel.” Not because I'm no longer Loving, but because Angel is more of who I am. My nickname is Angel. My legal name is NOT Angel. (You'd be surprised at the shitload of righteous stalkers out there with intent on finding out folks legal names so that they can out them. Why? I don't know. But I don't make it a habit to know folks legal names.) There are people who won't recognize me if I send correspondence with my legal name. Even my parents use/d my nickname so much that my brother once forgot my actual name. I don't think my sister-in-law or my nephew know my name is not Angel. When I got married and sent out wedding invitations, my parents got phone calls from people asking if they had another daughter.

Also.... Angel is in 28:40. So funny.... my mother had a long term boyfriend who used to call me “Angel Baby.” I really don't think he was righteous because (a ) he was really old and (b) an active Jehovah's Witness. So the 1st time I came across the phrase in the 1-40, finally I had a name that resonated with me. B.U.T.... I had already chosen my name and had gotten used to answering to it.

The definition of Angel includes....

a being that acts as an agent of God.

Ok. I act many times on Precise's behalf. More of definitions...

conventionally represented in human form with wings and a long robe.

Sounds like 3/4ths. And finally an alternate dictionary definition...

A person of exemplary conduct or virtue.

Yes that's me. Angel Baby is an accurate description of my life. I'm dark skinned. My mother considered aborting me by sticking a pin in my head. And she expects me to do do more than a grown sentient woman should expect from their child.

So I'm doing it again. My new name is Serenity Angel Sincere Peace Earth! The Serenity doesn't change. And people only call me Serenity. Took 7 years.... but I think this is it.


Peace!
Serenity

33:36 --- No, No, No, No

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I wasn't sure where to post this. I'm referencing degrees, but it's an opinion post. Opinions are based in FACTS but they are opinions all the same.

I took a road trip recently. I don't know if y'all are like me with a road trip, I have playlists ready that will make the trip seem shorter and more enjoyable. But every now and then a song will play that I will resonate with me for whatever reason, and then I keep playing it over and over again until I tire of it. For this last trip it was P.E.'s Cant Truss It. 3 days later, I'm still playing it. Getting back to the source which in Supreme Math, Alphabet and 120 the 33:36 degree seemed to jive with the P.E.'s jam.

If you aren't paying attention the song may not seem like the important historical lesson that it is. It could be an alternative version of the English Lesson. The song is a chronicle of how African Original people got to this wilderness. Since this is the internet... I thought I'd post the lyrics....

Bass in your face
Not an eight track
Gettin' it good to the wood
So the people
Give you some a dat
Reactin' to the fax
That I kick and it stick
And it stay around
Pointin' to the joint, put the Buddha down
Goin', goin', gettin' to the roots
Ain't givin' it up
So turn me loose
But then again I got a story
That's harder than the hardcore
Cost of the holocaust
I'm talin' 'bout the one still goin' on
I know
Where I'm from, not dum diddie dum
From the base motherland
The place of the drum
Invaded by the wack diddie wack
Fooled the black, left us faded
King and chief probably had a big beef
Because of dat now I grit my teeth
So here's a song to the strong
'Bout a shake of a snake
And the smile went along wit dat
Can't truss it
Kickin' wicked rhymes
Like a fortune teller
'Cause the wickedness done by Jack
Where everybody at
Divided and sold
For liquor and the gold
Smacked in the back
For the other man to mack
Now the story that I'm kickin' is gory
Little Rock where they be
Dockin' this boat
No hope I'm shackled
Plus gang tackled
By the other hand swingin' the rope
Wearin' red, white and blue Jack and his crew
The guy's authorized beat down for the brown
Man to the man, each one so it teach one
Born to terrorize sisters and every brother
One love who said it
I know Whodini sang it
But the hater taught hate
That's why we gang bang it
Beware of the hand
When it's comin' from the left
I ain't trippin' just watch ya step
Can't truss it
An I judge everyone, one by the one
Look here come the judge
Watch it here he come now
I can only guess what's happ'nin'
Years ago he woulda been
The ships captain
Gettin' me bruised on a cruise
What I got to lose, lost all contact
Got me layin' on my back
Rollin' in my own leftover
When I roll over, I roll over in somebody else's
90 Fuckin' days on a slave ship
Count 'em fallin' off 2, 3, 4 hun'ed at a time
Blood in the wood and it's mine
I'm chokin' on spit feelin' pain
Like my brain bein' chained
Still gotta give it what I got
But it's hot in the day, cold in the night
But I thrive to survive, I pray to god to stay alive
Attitude boils up inside
And that ain't it (think I'll every quit)
Still I pray to get my hands 'round
The neck of the man wit' the whip
3 months pass, they brand a label on my ass
To signify
Owned
I'm on the microphone
Sayin' 1555
How I'm livin'
We been livin' here
Livin' ain't the word
I been givin'
Haven't got
Classify us in the have-nots
Fightin' haves
'Cause it's all about money
When it comes to Armageddon
Mean I'm getting mine
Here I am turn it over Sam
427 to the year
Do you understand
That's why it's hard
For the black to love the land
Once again
Bass in your face
Not an eight track
Gettin' it good to the wood
So the people
Give you some a dat
Reactin' to the fax
That I kick and it stick
And it stay around
Pointin' to the joint, put the Buddha down
Goin', goin', gettin' to the roots
Ain't givin' it up
So turn me loose
But then again I got a story
That's harder than the hardcore
Cost of the holocaust
I'm talin' 'bout the one still goin' on
I know
Where I'm from, not dum diddie dum
From the base motherland
The place of the drum
Invaded by the wack diddie wack
Fooled the black, left us faded
King and chief probably had a big beef
Because of dat now I grit my teeth
So here's a song to the strong
'Bout a shake of a snake
And the smile went along wit dat
Can't truss it

This song is damn deep! With a crazy assed bass line that straight hypnotizes you. I have always said that the African drum beat has been housed within Hip Hop. That's why it appeals to us so much and him/devil cannot replicate the essence. Oh, they try. They just aren't successful. I think that is something that I always liked about the song. I like the video too, but it's not an exact manifestation of the song. If you know what I mean.

Anywhoo.... 27-36:36 makes reference to that part of our history that occurred in Africa prior to us coming to the country. How we were tricked by they devil and such. And I'm not making excuses for the devil in any form or fashion... but he had help. He always has help. No matter where he goes in the world Original people jump to their aid. I mean are there any Original people who look at these pale faced jokers and be like, “Nah shawty. They gotta die!” Apparently we are too trusting when it comes to the machinations of the devil. But here is my thing..... why did Africans aid the devil and sell their skin folk off?

That is some shit I cannot forgive.

Americans, Black and white, who visit Africa often come back and say. They are glad Black folks got here rather than stay there. I wonder how the ancestors feel about that? You know the ones who were cargo in the hold of a slave ship. The ones who were enslaved, beaten and raped. The ones who had to endure substandard food and accommodations. The ones that were deprived education. The ones who endured Jim Crow. The ones bitten by dogs and hosed down to the ground demanding to be respected. The ones who had their families sold off so that the him/devil could buy a new sofa or chandelier. No. Africans ain't getting a pass.

I know not all Africa is in tatters. (ever consider the parts that are are reeking the karma from the shady treatment of MY people?) I just have no interest in going there... And I have traveled all over the world. Not because there aren't sites I want to see, but because I don't respect the descendants of the people who sold my people into a horror for what? Trinkets? Liquor? Guns? Sheeeeeit!!! Not none of the shit they received was worth MY OWN people. Fuck em. Africans are not MY OWN people anymore. they lost that designation when they trapped and sold my ancestors like livestock. My gold stays in MY OWN pocket.

The Africans who come here.... Can't truss it. I won't support your businesses... If I was single, I wouldn't date you.... I won't interact with you.... BECAUSE I DON'T TRUST YOU. Once a sell out... always a sellout. That kind of thinking travels generations. And truth be told, they don't want to come amongst us either. When they come around us, its because they want something. Not because they are interested in reconciliation. They participate with him/devil I Black American profiling and strive to subjugate us. I ain't the one.

Here is the thing. Africa is a continent not a country. When slaves were brought here, we didn't all come from the same country. And when were were dispersed for the most part, we weren't dispersed in tribal groups. (They did in the Gullah Islands, but that's because they wanted Negroes who already knew how to grow rice.) So when we produced more Black people, it's not like we did so from the same country. Nigerian slaves procreated with Congo Slaves and they in turn procreated with Cameroon slaves and they in turn procreated with Sierra Leone slaves, and so forth. Even if we did the genetic testing, we will get several different country hits. Which one to choose? You can't. So I say fuck it. We have 500 years of history right here in this country. that's longer than this country has been a sentient country. And we have established our own Culture here that is in some ways American, in other ways African but in all ways OUR OWN. I don't need Africa for that. When you see me wearing Ankara... and I do... And only Brown people should wear it... I don't see it as misappropriating a culture. It says I recognize where I come from. But I don't live there anymore.

Our own people never came to get us, not because they didn't know where we were. They sold us here. They didn't come because they don't give refunds.


Peace

Rest in Power.....

Peace.

My brother died last month. It came unexpectedly. I didn't know he had been sick. We live in different states, nearly 1000 miles apart. And even though I hadn't heard from him in a minute... that wasn't unusual. We often went months without speaking. We weren't not cool... It's just how we loved each other. One day my mother called and said he was in the hospital the next day he was gone. Let me tell you.... I have not been doing well with this. I have gotten spooked out....

Death of a loved one is the thing that separates the 5% from the 85. When folks die it is so damn hard to accept that that's it. It's hard to let go. It's hard to not to want to blame and/or question a mystery god. I thought I had this down packed after my father's death in 2008. I was newly righteous and when he died I was just like ok. But Daddy had cancer and had been sick a long time. I saw him suffering. He died in a hospice. So I was just waiting on the phone call. Clarence was completely different.

So I went through all the stages of grief.... Denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance. I'm not quite sure if I have fully accepted it. I found myself doing something very 85, 2 weeks ago. But I caught myself. But it was there. Another reason I feel like I haven't fully accepted it is because I'm not out of the depression phase yet. This sadness is palpable.

I realized that it had been awhile since I traveled from Knowledge to Pluto so I decided to get back to the basics. What caught my eye is, “...When a man dies dies, he does not come back...” and “... there is no mystery god....” Who said 120 can't bring comfort.

I said this earlier in the build, death is a defining moment for 5%ers. We have to walk into death with an acceptance level that religious people don't have. We don't pray to mystery god for comfort. There are no masses or services said for us. No songs sung. No easy afterlife to look forward too. Dead means gone. I've witnessed other Gods return, and the people around them were acting more than grief stricken.

When I 1st found out, I said to the God, “Well he's with Daddy.” And the God said gently... yet firmly... “No he's not. He's dead, baby. They both are.” Yes it was harsh... but necessary. I'm an Earth not a xian. That doesn't mean be savage and act like I'm unaffected, but it does mean that I have to be clear on what has happened. Clarence existed and now he's gone. And we all have to go eventually. Death wins every time.. and by knockouts not decisions.

I know as I have always known (just because I grieve doesn't mean I've lost my faculties) that last time I will see my brother physically... was right before they closed his coffin. I will never see him again. He's dead and not coming back. He's not chilling with other dead people on a cloud having a drink and playing the harp. And when I dream about him or think about him, that's just me and my imagination. He's gone and not coming back.

Study your lessons.


Peace

Today's Math: Knowledge Knowledge

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“Does that have anything to do with the above question number 10?”

I absolutely HATE when folks count 120 all together. When folks be like, “Whats the 42nd degree?” I will physically wince. I mean I really hate that shit. It implies the way the asker got his/her is the only way 120 gets disseminated. And we know there are different ways of teaching for every different teacher. B.U.T..... that's another Build....

I am of the opinion that the above referenced degree is referring to 10:10 and 10:14. You don't have to agree with me... This ain't your blog or your Build.

I've mentioned that I had 2 different educators at different times. My 1st educator gave me SM, SA, 1-10, 12 Jewels, 1-14, 1-36, 1-40 then the AF &SF together. My 2nd educator gave me SM, SA, 1-10, 1-36, 1-14, 1-40, AF & SF order. (See why I hate that add-em-all-up isht???)

Both 1-10 and 1-14 have “question number 10s” the 10:10 seems more logical to me at times. But both could apply. That's why I said my opinion. One could also infer that since the coordinate in the 1-36 is 11, you could use 1 from each... So I will take the best part.

Back to Today's Mathematics.... the 1-36 deals with how the devil made a black man out of God. him/devil gave us everything that was the antithesis of who we were. Different physical food than was healthy for us. Different mental food than we were originally taught. He took away our history and sense of self. Different names... Different languages... and most dangerous.... his religion. None of this is good for us. Him/devil drowned us in all that bullshit and if we wanted to live... and that is the most basic of ALL needs.... we had to swallow this foulness and what emerged from the cesspool was this version of black man.

10:10 refers to the man made mystery gods of Buddha and Jesus 10:14 refers to the bad habits we pick up in this wilderness. Abdicating the inherent Power that we possess to an inferior being is the beginning of our undoing. And that is mostly done through learning to submit. And you know where most of our submission taught???? Yep... In Sunday School! Where we learn how wonderful it is to be an eternal child to white Jesus or Allah. How we can give over all responsibility and monies to a mystery who will provide for our food, clothing and shelter. But we aren't even good enough to speak his name or question it. Yeah... sounds familiar? Everythign good that happens comes form him and everything bad that happens we did to ourselves. That Earthquake or tornado is proof that we wasn't living right. Submission is what we have learned through the English lesson process. The Lost Found lessons further adds on by showing us that we have developed some destructive habits... probably to cope with what we've been through, or to navigate this wilderness.... that we need to let go of if we want to exit this jungle existence. We cannot escape AND maintain at the same time. Both degrees work and work together....

So what's my point? Wake the fuck up please. I said please because I'm not above begging. Some of y'all need to be begged to do what's right. Everyday, they are out there killing our babies and getting away with it. I do not see how things are different/better today than they were in the 50's. Schools are segregated. When you go pick up your babies... if you do that.... what do the other babies look like? Chances are they are all the same color. White folks have the means to get what they want because y'all still sleeping. Schools are just as segregated today as they have ever been. Rich white folks send their children to expensive schools and the poor ones are the ones calling the police on you when your babies show up in their neighbor hoods. And parents now have to pay for the schools supplies? That's for you Black parents. You think them white folks in them white schools are antying up for school supplies?

Super duper private schools discriminate not on the color of your skin, but by the fullness of your wallet. Blue Ivy and North West gonna go to whatever school they want to. Doesn't matter the color of their skin, what matters is their parents are wealthy. Should something happen and them jokers go broke... Nobody is gonna care who they once where.

You ain't doing as well as you think you are.

Start the process of coming back to yourself. There are many pathways that will bring you back home. Pick one and keep it moving.


Peace

The Best Knower....

Peace.

This is a rant... You've been warned.

I am sick... Super Sick..... EMPHATICALLY SICK... of people who know very little of 5% Culture throwing me shade. It happens more than I'm comfortable with.

I live in Georgia. For the most part the only people who Know anything about 5% Culture are adherents and people from up top. ANYBODY else who feels confident in the small amount of Knowledge they have need to shut the fuck up. Case closed.

I am wearing a skirt and a shirt. The shirt is sleeveless and the skirt is a midi. (mid leg for you men reading). Why did a coworker ask me if I was 3/4ths? Really? I'm at work, so I bottled my enthusiasm over slapping her in the mouth or at least cursing her out and asked her why did she think I wasn't 3/4ths. She said because of the sleevelessness. I wish you could have seen my face.... But this is a teaching moment. Or is it? This chick is firmly entrenched with her white Jesus and ain't about to let him go. So why should I cast my pearls before swine and make Knowledge born? I re-explained (for the umpteenth time) what 3/4ths was. And she was oh ok. Did she think she had a valid argument? (a) I could science up a bikini to have her confused for years, months and days. And (b) I have a man at home who sees me before I go to work. Did she think he would let me out of the house with exposed hills and mountains?

I was invited to the home of a coworker for a fight party. Now... at work... my given name is used because, (a) I had the job before I had my righteous name and (b) only my legal name can cash a paycheck. But... we don't use our legal names in non-work settings. So I asked her to introduce me to her people as Serenity. She had a problem with that. Got all Cassius Clay on me. (“Your mama named you Cassius....”) I was like then we won't come. She was cool with initially that but then recanted. So we went and every time she introduced me to someone... including her husband... she said it in a way that made me want to slap her. She even prefaced it with, “That ain't her real name but that what's she wants to be called....”

Another one of my friends had an uncle who got Knowledge in jail. But returned here when he got out. I say here, because unless you affiliate with a cipher here, it is hard to maintain 5% on your own if you don't know better. A lot of what he was taught once here, has been mixed diluted and tampered with. She will tell me something that he told her (he's dead now) and it will be completely wrong and when I gently explain the error she'll get mad and tell me that she was gonna take his word over mine. This dead man who wasn't trying to teach her 5% Culture but was trying to manifest his Understanding. Well what the fuck did you bring it up for? I damn sure didn't ask. But don't tell me you are the best knower of MY CULTURE when you don't know jump from your dead uncle. Hell she doesn't even know his righteous name. She actually told me he didn't have one. He was just “Junior”.

The 7 and I have always said if we had children, we'd give them righteous names. Non-righteous people will say, "Why would you do that to your children?" I ask them would a name like Absalom be better? (that's a heavily christian/Jewish name) Or Muhammad? In every single instance the person who isn't minding their own business says yes? And when I say... "so it's cool to give children religious names if that's their culture but not for us?" They try to make it sound legit but the answer is always the same. And I'm like mind your own fucking business!

I don't proselytize like a christan or a jehovah's witness. I live my Mathematics. If you wanna know more, I can aid you with that. But if you love Jesus and are fully satisfied with that... I'm good with that too. All my friends don't have to be righteous, but you must respect my Culture and my right to exist unmolested as I respect yours. Understand you are not bringing me back to the fold. I have no problems maintaining my boundaries. The issue I am willing to scrap to get you off my back.

Maybe it it the nature of the people here. They really do think they know more than they do. And they cannot recognize when things aren't there business. They often speak super confidently about issues that eventually they make clear that they know nothing about or have no experience with. And then want to tell you about you.

Yeesh.....


Peace