Peace. In the bible righteousness is often denoted by a singular (man), while the "evils" are characterized by the plural (men). The premise is that it is easier to maintain the law of God alone then among our peers, so to speak. One is easily distracted from the path by losing themselves in the company those walking the path with them. I found this interesting when looking back at my Koran. With my brothers the common denominator among us was the lessons, yet the ego was very prevalent as well. Such a variety of ages, backgrounds and personalities created the perfect environment for the typical male competitiveness and one-upmanship within our group, even though we were quite atypical individuals. The competitiveness was not an issue though. We were all into music and had strove to be the illest on whichever song was being recorded at the moment. I think this dynamic brought out the best in most of us and created tighter bonds between us. I think the comfort we provided for each other was what eventually created an issue. A lot of the fraternal activity with my brothers satisfied base appetites (lower vibratory) even though our common cause was cultural elevation (higher vibratory). We were young, misguided intellectual ruffians stimulated off of marijuana, Manichevitz and Mathematics. We soon learned there were other similar interests existing among us and slowly began losing focus on “the cause”. Eventually, we replaced the original common denominator with more social equality-centered activities. In some ways “we took (away) everything except their (our own) language” meaning the lessons were still in constant usage-however, we hadn’t internalized the degrees yet. So, for lack of a better term we spoke in “code” for a good stretch. What I’ve since realized is that since this is knowledge of self the sparks of continuous growth must occur “by myself”. It was the same innerworkings that helped us arrive at the “no mystery” conclusion in the first place, why wouldn’t that same source springboard us to the next place? So, today’s mathematics being Wisdom Culture I see as the algebraic X. I am deducing previously unknown values from past experiences using divisive or multiplicative methods to determine a new value for nowaday’s application of my way of life.

A Paused Rebellion

The revolution used to be televised. Our soldiers ranged from ministers and writers to athletes and actors. Over time the battle terrain has changed slightly forcing us to adjust accordingly to survive from generation to generation. One of our most powerful fronts used to be the music- where we have taken severe losses as you probably know, leaving the last line of defense standing as our comedians. The comedian has had free reign to discuss all of the controversial topics that required addressing. With regret I say, that the corporate machine has successfully infiltrated the comedy brigade as well. By offering multimillion dollar deals in order to gain control over the comedic material. The comedians either accept the corporate proposition and become "Sambo" or reject it and get blackballed (ala Dave Chappelle). Anybody else was either a "Sambo" already or were just too "safe" to be really funny (read:to tell the truth). We, the people, are the ultimate losers in the end. We are left with a "humble mumble in the jungle of shots and screams" and quite frankly it's disheartening. So today I just wanna send some love and respect to all of our revolutionary soldiers. It was the fire in their hearts that sparked the resistance of today. Although the tyrants before us only respect a dollar or a death threat(usually both), the first revolution occurs in the mind. Here are some of the guerillas whose expressed perspective directly affected my own:
Clarence 13X, George Jackson, John Henrik Clarke, Ahmed Deedat, Richard Pryor, JA Rogers, Saul Williams, Stan Lee, Cee-lo Green, Eldridge Cleaver, Bob Marley, Dr.Welsing, Rza, Bruce Lee,Mishaal Ibn Abdullah, Kahlil Gibran, Elijah Muhammad, William Cooper, WD Fard Muhammad, Robert Greene, El Hajj Malik Shabazz,Damian Marley, John Mayer, Dave Chappelle, Rasheed,Sonny Carson, Dead Prez,Barry Bonds, Huey P Newton, Stevie Wonder, Marvin Gaye, David Porter, John Lauriello, Marcus Garvey, Noble Drew Ali,Swami Rama, Ra Un Nefer Amen, Dr. Phil Valentine, Alim Bey, Brother A.A. Rashid, True Master, Brother Ali Muhammad, George Carlin, Outkast, James Brown and a slew of others. Slow motion is better than no motion. Let's keep it moving. Peace.

Magnetic (Truth/Square)

The funny thing about magnetic is it is not a product of will. It is a result of composition/constitution(note: I did not specify forms of composition). The attraction may be due to similar elements of composition shared between two people (like water constantly moving toward itself) or it may be complimentary differences of elemental composition The magnetic of man differs from that of inanimate object, in the fact that man has control over himself. So he can decide how he chooses to respond to attraction. Inanimate objects are subject to the magnetic of any more powerful object. With all of that said you cannot choose who is susceptible to your magnetic field. Nor can you choose whose field you want to be susceptible. Composition dictates the energetic reaction between you and discretion will be the means of whether to move toward or away from the source of magnetism. Truth Is Supreme Light Allah Manifest (through irresistible) Magnetic. This is my name. This is who I am. Not because it sounds cool or interesting, either. I've always been magnetic, even when my name was Born Supreme, even before that. In retrospect, I cee that I've hurt plenty of people from not understanding my magnetic or the responsibility of influence regarding it. There are a few things that I've learned that I would like to share. Enjoy!!

-There is no such thing as low-key or low profile magnetic. People WILL notice you
and it's usually the people whom you would like to avoid that will notice you first and foremost. (Namely people of the opposite sex whom you would never entertain any interaction with)
-Magnetic is not good in Corporate America. Corporate America = 85-90 % women=nosiness, gossip and attention whoring. If you are a man with the magnetic they're gonna want attention from you. If you are a woman, they are going to want to take the attention away from you.
**On a business note -the whole premise of Corporate America is assimilation/ant colony idealism..Magnetic makes you an individual-this is frowned upon (see The Matrix..Mr Anderson..). However, if you have your own business Magnetic works wonders..I guess since it derives from self it can only truly aid self (it's non transferable.non-negotiable)**
-Magnetic makes you a minority. Watch TV, read magazines and you'll notice that there are certain characteristics that everyone agrees are attractive, yet there are only a few people who possess these attributes. Welcome!
-Magnetic makes you funnier than most people (oddly enough, it's usually when you're NOT joking at all)
-The people drawn to your magnetic usually will harbor disdain for the people whom you are drawn to..
- Be mindful that you will attract alot of different types of people, however some ciphers DO NOT intermingle. Just because you have a relationship with two people doesn't mean they can or should have a relationship with each other.

Of course there are plenty more and a whole heap that I probably haven't experienced yet, I'm sure. Bottom line-Magnetic=The Truth=The Square and you can be cradled in the safety of its angles or be impaled by one of the four points outside of it. Sometimes wisdom (the way) permeates beyond a word or an action in a cipher. It is often how you simply "be" sparks the nuclear reaction. Peace.

Vibratory Frequencies and "Ambrosia"

When one takes the responsibility to focus effort and energy into the betterment of themselves and ultimately, the world around them it creates a change in their all around living state. This change is an elevating in their vibratory frequency, meaning the energetic wavelength that they existed on has been raised and they are closer to becoming “in tune”(See Emblem’s 3rd Ear Theory) with the rhythm of the universe –something we call living mathematics. Ingestion of the wrong mental and physical food causes mental distractions and clouds one’s judgment and performance in life. These things increase the weight of the self on every level and cause one to vibrate on a lower frequency. Vibrating on lower frequencies makes one even more susceptible to lower vibratory stimuli. Regulation of lower vibratory stimuli is mandatory, as too much subjection hinders elevation and also conditions the self so that the right foods are even harder to absorb.
Liken it to the bout of a heroin addict when trying to beat addiction. The chemical has polluted the person to a point where each cell has been programmed to need the drug. If one was to stop using “cold turkey” they could die- the body would turn against itself. They have to be weened off of the chemical dependency, usually via use of another chemical. The process of emerging from a lower vibratory state is gradual. It is a very natural occurrence, though. Once a high vibratory stimulus is experienced/absorbed one will usually be compelled to maintain or heighten the newly attained vibratory level. One thing I’ve learned is, higher vibrations require more stimuli and more often then lower vibrations. I attribute it to the motion of elevation having to be fueled. You don’t crave new stimuli during lower vibrations because frankly, you’re not going anywhere. Which brings me to the second part of this entry-Ambrosia. In ancient Greek mythology, ambrosia is sometimes the food, sometimes the drink, of the gods, often depicted as conferring ageless immortality upon whoever consumes it. I cee this as the countless substances used by people of a high vibratory level to maintain and or elevate their frequencies consistently. Be it a book, a DVD, a nice building session with some wise minded individuals-whatever it is. Personally, my blog listing over there is one example of some things I utilize day to day for stimuli, as it contains a source of various approaches to a general basic premise that is congruent to my way of living. I definitely appreciate the bloggers for giving a bit of themselves to the world, so that I could learn yet another angle of myself. I use music, movies, and books as “ambrosia” also-yet I am very critical as to what I ingest. Knowing the sensitivity of the subconscious mind I refuse to loan my mind to the impressions of anything blatantly destructive ( if I can avoid it). I’ve been this way for about a decade now and my tolerance for anything below a certain vibratory level is very low. It almost gives me a headache when I come across it-low vibratory people included. Low vibratory people occupy a vacuum of energy that will drain the sh*t out of you if you let them. They usually LOVE talking with you, yet you always end up doing most of the talking. It’s not their intention to drain you, it’s just physics. The flip is it IS your duty to teach them if they have a question, however do not destroy yourself in the attempts to build. That’s how I cee knowledge-build/destroy. Peace.

Whatever happened to the Mothership?

Peace. As y'all can tell I'm on my reminisce jawn as of lately. As stated in a previous blog, when I first got knowledge of self there was a new spreading of Sunni Islam, but amidst that there were a good number of Dr. York's followers (Ansaaru/Nuwabian) emerging. I had never heard of Dr.York/Imam Isa before like born wisdom. We shared mutual associates and would frequent alot of the same local events and functions. I never really knew what they called themselves then, so I called them Scrolly-ites because they always carried or referred to the writings of Dr.York/Imam Isa as "scrolls", and these scrolls were their primary source of information. From what I learned, if Dr.York said it they pretty much believed it. Most of the ones I knew were generally cool people, though. They were stereotypically "hip-hoppy" though, what I mean is they either a) had their hair twisted or dreaded, b) wore parachute/camouflage pants and/or c) smoked beedis like it was their religion(or all of the above). These things always set off an alarm with me because like I said before -anybody who is too external with their ideas tends to not be very internal with them. Me and my team used to go on "route" with a couple of them guys too. Route usually meant going out real late to write graffiti, yet sometimes turned into different missions altogether. One of my major peeves about those cats was their preoccupation with space and aliens. To this day, I see that as another mystery God/wrong food fed to the mentally dead (while Dr.York robbed them and lived in luxury). To expect salvation form a source outside of self is just something that does not compute with me, especially when these cats were telling me that in the year 2000 the "Mothership" was going to come and scoop them up. Word? Is that what's gonna happen? I remember somebody had left a Scrolly-ite Calendar at my man Inf's rest. This calender had a different race of aliens per month (movie aliens included) and were suggesting that whatever month you were born in linked you characteristically or otherwise to one of these alien races.Dog pound, I kid you not when I say we burnt that f**kin calender in Inf's grill out back to avoid anybody stumbling upon such malarkey. We saw it as our duty as civilized people as a preventative measure LOL!!

Looking back at all of it I have to ask "what happened to the mothership?"..It's 2009 and every Scrolly-ite I know is still around in some capacity or another..The only one that seemed to get his mind right was my man Drama (DJ Drama, of Gangsta Grillz/Grand Hustle fame). He stopped looking for spinning wheels in the sky and focused on the spinning wheels down here on Earth(TURNTABLES) and made a career for himself. Me and Cee Allah Self were jokingly asking if there was any consolation prize for the non-arrival of the mothership or did Dr.York getting roofed f**k up the travelling plans..That would be wack, cause I was always told "One monkey don't stop no show" and if York gotta be present for them to be saved then not only did they get duped into joining the circus, they are certified clowns!

Truthfully though, I knew something wasn't right and exact about that Scrolly-ite thing when I did the knowledge to their foundation/information(scrolls). I read a York scroll that was titled "Who is Noble Drew Ali" that was barely about Noble Drew Ali at all. Another thing that's wild is, in the scrolls there are drawings of all these historical figures (Adam, Moses, etc), who all just happened to resemble Dr.York, even the women!! Then I peeped how he tries to inject himself into history, claiming some nondescript person off in the distance of the photo is him. One of his books even said that he came to Earth on a beam of light called a "sham". I'll say.. A "sham", indeed.

On a whole, some people might need what he's teaching..Everybody is not built to be God/Earth..Being a Scrolly-ite did not have any requirements. They didn't have to knowledge a "120" or have obligatory prayers 5 times daily..It was an amalgamation of a bunch of things, mixed with Dr.York's special brand of bulls**t..Like don't get me wrong, he drops some general jewels in there,yet it's nothing exclusive, ya know? he didn't reinvent the "knowledge of self" wheel or nothing, so how people even accept some of that sh*t is beyond me. I figured as an 85er, being exposed to any level of truth after being blind for so long they probably give York the benefit of the doubt by thinking "He told the truth about this, why would he lie about that?". Cee, that's the funny thing about "the benefit of the doubt"..there is NO benefit when there is doubt..Doubt is unsurety, unsurety means the method or data is not tried and true. To act off of unsurety is dealing with belief and belief goes right back to that mystery(idea of a causative agent outside of self). The "mothership" links back to the pin planted in our forefathers and mothers who were waiting for the return of Jesus the Messiah to take them to heaven, not knowing that the slaveship that brought many of them here was named "Jesus". The post-traumatic slave syndrome is "buried there" so deeply that the dreams of those slave ancestors who were awaiting the return of the vessel that brought them to this Northern Wilderness are echoing again in these days and times under the guise of any mystery possible (Obama included). What is that mothership? Ans:There is no mothership. The Scrolly-ites have searched and waited for that mothership for like several years and was unable to find this so called mothership. So, we have agreed that the only mothership is the Original woman's travel from woman to Earth. So lose no time searching for that that does not exist. And that's not to take away from the idea of other living beings in the universe; however , it IS to add on to the idea of finishing the work that lies at hand before focusing on anything else.Remember the knowledge culture in the knowledge to knowledge culture says "At home", THEN "abroad". Nanu nanu muf**ka LOL..Sike naw, Peace!

Inside the mind of a six year old Tislam Magnetic

This is some of the stuff I remember from being a young boah in Now Why, ride with me real quick...

I remember....

Spearmint Now & Laters (I know it prolly sounds nasty to some, but they were actually good)

Free lunch in the summer (usually from a nearby public school)

Fresh Air Fund (My sister went here for summer camp..Never heard of it when I came to Philly)

Roos (sneakers with the little pockets that you could NOT retrieve money from, but you continued to put money in them)

Food stamps

Halloween with either no costume or just a mask

Eating raw franks (hot dogs)

Tucking towels in my t-shirt as a make-shift cape to play super-hero

Barney Miller ( I don't really remember the show, just how it came on, which translated into bed time for me and my sister..I pretty much hated Barney Miller)

Everybody had a velvet picture of a black woman with an afro or the black man helping the other black man climb up the wall (these pictures subsequently got replaced by a bunch of horses in a field or some sh*t)

Everybody had extra large wooden dinnerware hanging on their walls (usually adorning the outsides of the above mentioned velvet picture)

V bombers (leather bomber jacket with stitching in the shape of a letter V)

That nasty a** pink medicine that had to be kept in the refrigerator

That nasty a** yellow cough syrup that was in the brown bottle in the medicine cabinet

Trying to break the locks on the candy factory

Never suceeding in breaking said locks at the candy factory

Soap Operas were called "The Stories"

Blaming "the Stories" when I got caught freaking the girl who lived downstairs

Singing in a whiffle ball bat pretending I was performing on a stage

Pretening my little boombox was a teleporter and the volume and tuning knobs designated the time and place coordinates of my destination (My peoples must've been on that good good when they made me right?)

Beef Sizzlean and pancakes with that dark Karo syrup

My Dad taking me to the weed spot with him

Weed used to come in gold envelopes (a LOT of it)

Using the oven to heat the crib

My sister had her own room but couldn't sleep in it because it was so cold and moist mold was growing on the walls

My Dad cutting my hair and always giving me an arrow part

Pill grinders, white powder and a triple beam on the kitchen table

Slave's album cover with the stone-boulder looking man on it

Watching the debut of Michael Jackson Thriller at my next door neighbor's house

Little League Baseball caps

A bird sh*tted on my fresh red Little League Baseball cap

Getting wet in the Johnny Pump (fire hydrant)during the summer

Being dressed like a vacuum cleaner salesmen for the first day of school

Dimes in my penny loafers

My Incredible Hulk watch (my mojo was in that watch, which got broke every bit of the first day I wore it to PS whatchamacallit)

There you have it folks..some tidbits from the life and times. This is took me back fam , I can't even front. As poor as we were and as bad as things may have been, these were probably some of the happiest times of my life.I appreciate y'all accompanying me down memory lane. Peace.

Peace. On my way home yesterday my Queen texted a message saying that a 16 year old boy had gotten struck and killed by the Southbound subway train(at Susquehanna and Dauphin, if you're familiar). The story is, he had dropped his phone in the tracks and jumped down to get it. A phone, fam. A phone that was so important to him, he's NEVER gonna use it again..Ain't that some s**t? The story reminded me of an incident I witnessed while boarding the same subway line at Erie station. A man was running to catch the soon-to-depart train that I was riding. By the time he was close enough to the train the doors had begun to close, but before they shut completely he had placed his leg between them to prop them open for his entry. Normally, the door's sensor would detect being ajar and open back up,giving him the opportunity to board;however, this was not the case. The doors remained shut on his now trapped leg. Once realizing his predicament, he pulled backward to which set the doors snugly on his ankle. Seeing he trapped people rung the train's emergency bell several times, but no one responded and the train began moving. The man had turned his back toward the doors/windows, then fell forward from the force of the train pulling him. His body swung in a pendulum like motion as his head struck each pillar atop the subway platform. I clearly remember his 76ers Varsity type jacket and hoping the first blow killed him or knocked him unconscious so he didn't have to knowingly experience the horror that was occurring. The train did not stop until we got to the next stop (Allegheny, at which time we were directed to exit the train and catch the street level Broad Street Line. From that day I really had an epiphany in regard to the value of life, in conjunction with the human ego. I deduced that if only the guy would've thought for one second that there would be another train coming shortly, he would still be alive. He was in a rush and figured where he had to be was so important that he didn't want to get there..ever again..I know he didn't figure that exactly, yet when we rush and not think about the full scope of variables this is silently what we suggest. In all the history of Islam never revealed anyone coming back from a physical death. There ain't no "up-up,down-down,left-right,left-right, b-a,b-a, select-start" to this life s**t (throwback!!)You got one man and you gotta make it count. Don't waste it playing "Frogger" on Broad Street. Life is not formal, we don't get a memo in the morning saying "Peace. Today, someone will hit your car and you will be 2 hrs late to work, which will cause and argument with your Supervisor resulting in yor termination." Sheeeeiiit..With that said, we must always take time to reflect on situations to take the best part for self..The mind travels at a rate that is so fast that only another mind can detect it. Nowadays, the only thing we probably have left for is thinking..Do some, it could mean the difference between life and death..Peace.

America I Am

Peace. Tavis Smiley and sponsors have put together an exhibit at the Constitution Center here in Power Hill. My Ol Dad thought it wise that the men of our family make a day of viewing the exhibit together. So, yesterday, me, my physical, my eldest sun and my Father literally walked through the halls of history.The exhibit was filled with actual artifacts that were directly related to the imprint of Original people on American culture. My only true gripe was that it only went as far back as slavery-I'm not complaining though.It was very monumental to experience the fervor and splendor of our people that these objects project considering the tumultuous times they were amidst. It reminded me of the Universal Flag-the Sun shining through regardless to whom or what!!. My Sun was immediately dissatisfied upon entry into the building, yet even he cheered up at the sight of the belongings of some of his heroes, including MLK, Malcolm and Muhammad Ali. The decors and craftsmanship of the entire show was superb. Even the lighting played an ill part of telling some of our stories. I recommend it for all those who have access.It will be here in Philly until the understanding day of Master Allah Why.Peace.