Christmas....

Peace.

It's the holiday season for most folks. It isn't for me, though. But somehow I think you knew that. Gods and Earths don't celebrate Christmas.... or we shouldn't. I get the xmas has 2 sides: the religious side and the secular side. We aren't religious people but the secular side is no less religious. You just exchange Jesus for Santa Claus. Santa has a back story and there are practices. How is it different from Jesus? That being said.... I stopped celebrating Christmas long before I went under instruction...

My mother and I have issues.... But she always got the gift giving holidays right. Birthdays and xmas were awesome in our house. I was very lucky to have parents who had their finances in order. Except for when I asked for a Walkman... that cost $700 back then.... I always got whatever I asked for. Lucky little girl I was!. Mommie was good about keeping her secrets so you really didn't know what was happening until it did. One xmas, she was in the hospital and still managed to pull off wrapped gifts, breakfast and everything!

B.U.T..... As I got older, xmas fell off. Xmas is really time for children. At least that's how it's always been for me. I was the youngest and once I was too old for the childish celebration, it stopped entirely. My mother would decorate the window instead of putting up a tree. And she would return a gift if you didn't buy her one of equal or greater value. We didn't even share a meal as a family anymore. Christmas is for kids. My 1st xmas of being a wife, my husband and I put up an elaborate tree. I bought a ton of presents to make xmas morning exciting. He bought 1 gift. It wasn't exciting to me. Again, I was slapped in the face with the fact that xmas was for kids. My late husband did buy me a nice and expensive gift but it wasn't his nature to do up the holidays or birthdays like my biological family. We got into the habit of travelling on xmas so there was no need to decorate.

After H1 died... I still remained a dutiful christian for a few more years. I only put a tree up once. I had a xmas party so you need a tree for that and a man I was dating decided to give me a real tree after I told him I never had one before. It was kinda cool... until my cat peed on it. That year I had 2 1/2 trees and only 2 gifts for me under any of them. This is not my idea of xmas so I gave it up. I knew I probably wasn't ever going to have children so I'm not going through the effort.

Now that I'm a righteous, true and living Earth.... I hardly think of xmas. I don't celebrate it. I would love to work through it and get paid time in a half! The God and I literally stay in bed all day and eat Chinese food for dinner. The only gift I buy is for my mother. So she doesn't tell folks her heathen daughter doesn't love her. She sells that shit really well because I don't go to church with her... and I'm not. That's xmas for me. New years looks pretty much the same... I don't stay up anymore. I love being this age. The age of "I really don't give AF!"



Peace




I earned my flag on Christmas Day in 2009!

Today's Mathematics: Knowledge Equality

Peace.

A couple of days ago, I visited an old friend. This woman and I share a profession. She actually practices said profession, where I just hold the degree. Still and all it was a pleasant visit. We had been cool in the past and quickly got caught up. BUT.... there's always a but right? She, in her way, judged me for not pursuing my career.

This judgement is not new to me. My godmother said for all in the cipher to hear that I am a huge disappointment to my mother. I mean she said it as casually as one would remark about the weather. And she wonders why I don't call her. I'm used to hearing this over and over again. But on Tuesday, it kind of pissed me off.

I don't get why folks feel comfortable judging other folks. I'm not going to say I don't judge folks... But I don't really. I mean if I see someone I don't know wearing something shady, I will in a passing, wonder where her friends are. But when it comes to people I know, I trust them to make their own decisions. Because at the end of the day.... Their decisions really don't have any affect on my own life. I can show and prove it.... I have a friend who makes soooooo many poor choices. But that's her life to live. Not mine. I mentally support her through the consequences of her actions; but I have no dog in her race.

So my professional friend in her effervescent pity of my life had to get them words. I asked her how her husband was. She said fine. I let her know my husband was fine too. I asked her how her family was. I let her know my family was fine as well. I asked her when her last vacation was. She said she hasn't had one in years. I let her know where I had recently visited and where I'm going next. I asked her about hobbies that I know she likes. She's too busy to busy to do any of them. We used to belong to the same book club, so I asked her what she was reading. She's too busy to read. See where I'm going with this? But after about 30 minutes, she got the picture I was throwing. In a last ditch effort she strived for shade and asked me about my finances. She knows that I had a period of unemployment. I let her know that at no point in my extended vacation did I miss a meal or want for something I needed. I also reminded her that in our 15 year friendship, never have I asked for a penny or a ride to the airport. I just wanted to laugh with an old friend.

But this is a righteous 5% blog. So I should be able to draw up the situation in degrees right? Well..... I can. I counteracted her judgement by forcing her to acknowledge the Equality of our lives. Yes she is working the career that we went to school for. But is she living better than I? I've been to her mansion. She has to work HARD to pay for that. My home is modest in comparison, but even after being unemployed for 8 months, I was able to meet my financial responsibilities. She couldn't do that if the tables were reversed. But that is the Equality of our lives. She's not living better than me. And she needed to be shown that.

There's a reason I haven't seen her in 6 years.....

Peace

Thanksgiving

Peace.

I celebrate Thanksgiving. I fix a big vegetarian meal with far too many starches and a ton of desserts, I assemble some friends (because my family ain't shit when it comes to Thanksgiving) and we EAT! I know a lot of G's And E's stand with the indigenous people of this wilderness and fast. Well...... I don't see it like that.

When I 1st went under instruction, I found it interesting in the Student Enrollment, that when numbering the Original people in the US, they added the Native Americans separate. Hmmmm..... Are they not our brothers and sisters in the struggle? Did not the devil do devilshment to them as well? Should we not be ALL counted as one?

HELL NO!

I don't hate Native Americans... perse'. What I have for them is nothing. Feelings of concern have been counteracted by feelings of animosity. him/devil has shit all over Native Americans... giving them diseases, out right exterminating them, stealing their land, putting them on reservations.... that should earn my sympathy. And it would. If the Native Americans hadn't shown and proven themselves to be hypocrites.

Native Americans held African slaves. For reals. They treated their slaves the same way white people treated slaves. When slavery ended in the US... the Native people kept their slaves since they were considered separate country within a country. When the developed their treaty with the US that would absorb them into society proper, yes they freed their Black slaves but refused to let them be included in the concessions the US government was giving Natives. I suppose they didn't want the Black folks to dilute their benefits. As if there wasn't enough to go around. We like education and healthcare. And if we were living on reservations.... Life would be LIT AF!

Fast forward to today... Native Americans refuse to let folks who have the appropriate DNA play in their reindeer games. What the fuck is the government giving them that they need to keep it so close??? I get them not wanting people to appropriate their culture, but when you keep it secret, you don't give folks the opportunity to care about your issues. But you can't hold folks responsible for caring about something they have no Knowledge of. As I look through civil rights footage, I don't necessarily see them. I know they were probably hiding in plain sight, but if you don't formally stand for the cause... and I mean stand with your body, money, time, children etc... just not standing in your living room and on the internet... then you didn't do shit. YET... they want us to care about their plight. If it wasn't for the Dakota pipeline issues, I would be unaware of their presence. Until they start protesting Thanksgiving. And this goes for all they different groups with their protests.... stop stealing Black folks ideas. Set your own precedence. We would like to be able to bite every now and then, rather than having to come up with fresh ideas all the time.

So yes, native people are Original people. Just because they're brown, don't make them kin...

Enjoy your Holiday.



PEACE!

Today's Supreme Mathematics: Knowledge God

Peace....

I know its been awhile since I built. Y'all know that I HATE typing from home. There is just no comfy place to sit down and really get my thoughts out. I think it's because I see building as a scholarly pursuit and scholarly pursuits should happen at a desk... outside the home. That's just me. Home is for me to take off my headwrap and chill.....

But I got a gig! A Justice Cipher Born! It's part time, but it's laid back. and I can pay my share of household bills with the money I earn. It will be tight, but I think I can manage. If I can't.... that's what the God is for! My boss is an original Black man from Africa. I mean directly from Africa. Ethiopia actually. I've never worked for a Black man before. I've worked for a Black woman... not pleasant... But never a Black man. That sounds crazy when I say it, when I type it... But it's true. The closest I've ever worked for a Black man, that wasn't my father, was in college and grad school. And that didn't really count. Those jobs were just a work study exploit.

So far, so good... When I interviewed, I wore my headwrap, as I did to all my interviews. He didn't bat an eye. At other interviews, they would openly stare at my head. I kind of expected that, but what can I do? I'm a headwrap wearing Earth! There was a discussion about how I don't wear pants and my coworkers were shocked. But the boss said that was an honorable decision that I, and American woman, has made.

Even though my new boss is a Christian, I will still work for him as I've worked for no other. I want to see this man succeed. Because he employs only Original people and the patients are Black. I don't know if that's by design... I've been here long enough to get a paycheck that cleared. He comes across as a caring person and he's not made a power move on me. I don't think I'm Halle Berry, but that is a recurrent problem I have and I don't know why.

So keeping with Today's Supreme Math of Knowledge God abbt Build/Destroy.... I see my boss as having God potential with low God probability. He is not ever gonna go under NGE instruction, but remains eligible. And where as I have little Knowledge about the expectations of working with a Black man I will give him my best to Build this practice.

And since I'm employed again y'all.... I'll be posting more!!!



PEACE!

Mommie...

Peace,

My mother is old. She's 78 but acts 108. I'm not saying that to be mean. But it is what it is.

Mother and I have never gotten along. We love each other because we are related. But we wouldn't be friends without that connection. She doesn't like anything I've done with my life. But I love the life I've crafted. I find it fulfilling. But to my mother, I'm a great disappointment.

My mother isn't going to change. It's impossible for her to change. Not only has she set in her ways... That set is about circa 1998. When she looks at me, she doesn't see a grown woman, she sees a 14 year old child. For some reason she refuses to accept that I'm grown. She makes demands on me that are really ridiculous with complete expectation that I will comply. 

Example: She, for some reason, can't stay alone in her home where she has lived for 20 years at night. So she pays someone to stay with her. It's a sweet gig too. Someone gets paid $300/week in cash to sleep! But when the babysitter can't make it, it's my job to sleep here. That might seem reasonable if I didn't live 4 hours away. She expects me to drop everything and come here to sit on a couch all day. That is some bullshit.

The 14 year old thing comes into play because I have to tell her where I'm going and when I'll be back. Again, that may sound reasonable until you realize that if she thinks I shouldn't go she expects me to not go. No reasons given. I'm just supposed to not go. Incredibly frustrating. She'll steal items that she doesn't like me wearing. And she buys me clothes I'll never wear. 

There is also no food for me here ever. I've been a vegetarian for 17 years. Is there fruit and veggies for me when I'm summoned? No. And when I go and purchase them she gets offended. She expects me to eat the food she provides. And the provided food is meat and swine laced.

I suppose this sounds like I'm whining... And I might be. But what most bothers me... And this is so selfish... She's no longer a mother. I can't call on her for advice. Her advice is antiquated and not useful in this technological age. The job market is different... Relationships are different. The world has left her behind. She's not a useful parent anymore. And it's not that I need one. But it would be nice to have....

I just needed to vent.

Peace

Rants....

Peace.

I'm telling you right now that this is a rant. I'm pissed and I feel like sharing. If you think I'm talking to you.... I don't fucking care. What are you gonna do about it? Any ways.....

I'm an Earth. True and living. I display 3/4ths when I'm abroad. It's what I do. It's what I CHOOSE to do. I always wear something on my head. I always have most of my body covered. I don't generally wear pants. That's Serenity. 

Just because I do it like this, doesn't mean I'm open to your commentary. 

I'm old school. When I was a teen, this is how Earths I saw/knew displayed themselves. I wasn't Earth back then, but I built with Earths and was truly impressed with the ideology behind 3/4ths. When I went under instruction, I covered my head and never looked back. I stopped wearing pants 4 years before I went under instruction and stopped eating meat 10 years prior. I say that to say that I was already in the civilizing mindset.

There are Earths that want to argue me down that I'm doing it wrong. That 3/4ths is in the mind. That my God would prefer a pretty Earth. Ummm.... Fuck off and mind your business. 

I don't see 3/4ths as a fraction. I see it as both are are applicable. You know the way when people say "and/or" they mean both. I don't need to diminish my Understanding  by Culture. Both Understanding/Culture manifesting at the same damn time leads to my outward appearance. And I stand on it like my heels were attached with gorilla glue.

This Nation doesn't ask much of its women. We aren't required to learn 120. It's nice, but not required the way it is for Gods. But we get the privilege of being the public face of our beloved Nation. When I walk next to the God, only I look different than the 85. The God doesn't. My Refinement and wrap set me apart. I even have my head covered on my drivers license! I had to get permission to do that. I'm prepared to proclaim to the government that I'm a 5%er! But other Earths ain't feeling it. I wonder why? Seriously. I can't imagine not wanting to represent. 

Now here is the rant... It pisses me completely he fuck off when other Gs and Es have something to say about me!!!! Really? Like all the fucking way really?!?!?!?! I don't call Earths on their display. That's between them and their Gods. What the fuck do YOU care how I represent? I'm not your Earth. Jokers done talked to Precise about me! Man..... Some people are lucky I don't always carry my God You Now.... Again.... Mind your fucking business. I'm minding mine....

Notice I didn't say Peace....

To know, to Dare, to Will and to Keep Silent...

Peace. 

The said title refers to a Wiccan phraseology. Don't worry. Serenity ain't about to jump ship. It seems so appropriate to the times in which we are living and jives with 5% ideology that puts knowledge before you act.

I'm thinking about the times we live. There are 2 Americas. White people have come out of their racism closets to be loud and proud. The media would have you believe that half of the country is homosexual. Police brutality have reeked havoc on the Black community and we are told to ignore it. Our politicians are lying to our faces and breaking laws but are still being forced upon us. Folks working square 40 hr/week jobs can't afford to support themselves and families. Education is robbing us by not teaching everyone fairly or costing us our livelihood with student loans. 

We have decided to fight back... But publicly. Meaning, we are organizing and sharing plans via social media. And this is where my problem lies...

How tf are you gonna tell the devil your plan to undermine him and dont think  he's not going to thwart your plans??? If you are going to boycott something... Don't tell them up front. devils know how to handle boycotts. It's not new. It was new in the 50's. Today... Not so much. I support the boycotts but the ones that appeared on my phone rather than discussed on Twitter and Facebook. And really.... Boycotts? Time for innovation. Boycotts, marching and protesting was last century. How about suing the shit out of folks for mistreatment? You probably won't win, but the other party will have anty up for the representation. Supporting Black banks is admirable... But who CONTROLS the federal reserves of which the bank is amenable? I've had the experience of having funds in a Black bank that failed. You lose money. How about coordinated destruction of.... Well I'm a let that one go. The NSA us real and looking at shit. 

My point is this... 1950's & 1960's tactics didn't work then and aren't going to work now. If they did... Then we wouldn't have problems now. We need to come up with new unexpected strategies and.... We need to keep our plans QUIET.

I can Build on anything....

Peace