A cycle of stupidity

Peace. Over the weekend I caught a piece on the History Channel about gangs in prisons.The show was explaining how people use their tattoos to communicate
their affiliations and sentiments. They talked about La Eme-the Mexican Mafia, Bloods, Crips, etc. The one group that piqued my interest the most though was the Aryan Brotherhood of Texas or
Peckerwoods. From what I learned "Peckerwood" was a derogatory term coined by original people when referencing colored men. Growing up, I was informed that the term was regarding a lack of size of the
reproductive member; However, on this program the colored prison guards and Aryan Brotherhood members state that it is based upon the woodpecker bird having red hair and how a colored man with
red hair usually shows a close to "pure" bloodline. So, as they say- the original inmates would call a colored inmate a "Peckerwood" because of their reddish hair and the colored inmates adopted the name
as their own to represent the "purity of the Aryan race". Me and the Queen were in stitches as to how stupid this sh*t was. To top it all off, it shows even how MORE stupid the idea of original people calling
themselves "nigga" is. It's wild how I had to see the same backward logic(?) being used by the colored man in order to cee just how it applies to self.
Like here's the run down--
Black man in white america is a minority and treated as a third rate citizen or less.
White man labels black man "nigger".
Black man over time remixes "nigger" to become "nigga" and adopts it as an exclusive term of endearment.
Same black man gets incarcerated in prison where black people are a great portion of the population.
In prison white man is the minority.
Black inmate coins term "peckerwood" to degrade white inmate.
White man over time adopts "peckerwood" as his own term of endearment.
White inmates makes other white inamtes prove themselves (assaluts, murders, etc) in order to be accepted as "peckerwoods"

Now, am I gonna stop using the word "nigga"? Probably not.
I don't really use it now; however I will make sure it applies completely and totally whenever I do choose to sling it. I can't get all "NAACP" on y'all-as words are just that and there is a time and correct place for
EVERY word-regardless to whom it may offend. Peace.

Teach the babies....

Peace. Today being the Knowledge God (What is the meaning of Civilization?) day of Allah U God U Self Truth-I was instantly transported back in time when me,my Queen and youngest sun had met up with the God Divine Universal and his sun at a playhouse so the kids could release some energy and we could catch up on present history. Divine had explained how he would rather one of his close brothers teach his sun lessons instead of himself, as he felt he would be a biased teacher due to he and his sun's relationship and this bias may hinder the educational dynamic. After doing the knowledge on his angle, I have to say that I agree and would prefer the same thing for my own suns, and I would be honored to teach one of my brother's suns in this same way. Being that ther are my suns, they are already subjected to this knowledge in a particular fashion each and everyday. They could benefit greatly by seeing things from an angle not weighted down with the pressure of "disappointing or angering" Dad, ya know? Eventually as men they will have to choose their own paths and I am confident that their foundation is stable enough to conquer any undertaking-with or without considering themselves a formal member of this Nation (yeah, I said it). Through the years I have met numerous people in my peer group who are offspring of an Elder God and they quite bluntly told me "I don't f**k with that s**t (NGE)." Which was interesting to me, considering the fervor their father had regarding our beloved nation/rallies/lessons,etc. I had deduced that the approach that the father had taken in regard to this nation had left a bad taste in the mouths of their young. That was onset of me determining how I would relay this information to my own children. I decided against programming my suns with 120 lessons from an early age, as I am not keen on robots of any sort, REGARDLESS to whom or what. I refuse to use my authority to enslave a mind under the guise of enlightenment. If they want these degrees they will be PRESCRIBED to them based upon qualification just as the lessons state. They have always been amidst thriving minds and building, so asking questions and internalizing ideas is already apart of their learning process. The book "48 Laws of Power" also speaks loosely of this same sentiment when it refers to hiring/employing friends vs enemies(The "friend" would be likened to your child and and the "enemy" would be someone else's child). The author Robert Greene, suggests that when you employ a friend they subsconsciously believe they were hired BECAUSE they were a friend, as opposed to being the most qualified party and will ultimatley repay you with ingratitude and low level performance. The enemy, however would be honored with being chosen (this shows an admiration..most of all unexpected), which would create a genuine desire to exceed expectation to prove their capability. Now-by now means am I saying this is applicable to every situation and person, I'm saying chew it up and spit out the bones. I see the dynamic in what Greene detailed and I think it applies on many levels- That's just ME though. On that same token, I LOVE to see/hear a young God or Moon quote a degree, just like I loved to hear my oldest sun call the Adhan. What can I say, young minds at work (functioning) are a marvel; young minds THAT work (functioning PROPERLY)are even more marvelous. Proper Education Allows Continuous Expansion.

Peace to Abdul Salaam (Infinite)

Yesterday I got off of work and was told that one of my closest and oldest brothers was killed. His name was Ronnell Washington, then it was Infinite Knowledge Supreme Allah and finally he chose the name of Abdul Salaam. He was the one who formally introduced me to the Nation of Gods and Earths and 120 degrees. I am DEEPLY saddened and mentally withdrawn from hearing the news that I will never cross paths with "Inf" ever again. Even though we had grown apart in some ways, we walked together for about 15 years total and I will ALWAYS love him as my brother. One of the realest n*ggas ever, one of the livest n*ggas in Philly and one of the coolest and smartest men I've ever met. The details of his murder are that his wife's oldest son (between 16-18 yrs old) was being overly physical with his younger siblings (Inf's children). Inf and the kid had an argument on the phone and Inf told him he was on his way to address him directly. Word has it, that they had begun tussling upon Inf's arrival and the kid grabbed a knife and stabbed him in the heart. He bled to death in front of his own children. Supreme Mathematics struggle to calculate how many different levels of trauma are rippling through his family, right now. I went directly around the way(Pulaski town-for those familiar) after getting the news and ran into my other brother Lord who provided the above details as he was with Inf when he had the telephone argument with his step son and decided to confront him. I cried for my brother..I cried HARD on the corner of Queen Lane and Pulaski Ave. My contact lenses are somewhere on that concrete as I type this. Last time I spoke to him was when I grilled him about the knowledge-cipher and knowledge-knowledge degrees in the 1-40 (Y'all might remember the blog). The last time I saw him he was riding passenger up Hunting Park ave in a burgundy Marauder or Crown Victoria. My thoughts go out to his mother Ms. Anna, his brother Sean, his sister Shanna, His wife Dana, his son "Dude", his daughters Ce-ce, Dom and Jan'nah. He was a one of a kind individual and I am grateful to be able to call him friend. I love you brother and I will definitely miss you.

**I know you hear this often, however I must profess that we ALL need to make a conscious effort to let people know how much we love and appreciate them as much as possible. This is the first time someone close to me has returned to the essence and I know for a fact that he was one of those people I always expected to have around..near or far, some people you just don't expect to ever leave you. reach out to those people and let them know they matter. Tomorrow is not promised.**