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 I am DEEPLY saddened and mentally withdrawn from hearing the news that I will never cross paths with "Inf" ever again.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.**

Damn, damn, damn James....

Michael Jackson actually died today..I am most definitely not feeling that sh*t..Anomaly and genius that he was, I have to say that he more than gave all he had and all within his power to the human family. So, with that I bid my Ol head, "PEACE!!!". He will be missed, indeed.

Children of the Most High

Peace. The Queen posed a good question last week in regard to belief in a mystery God. She brought up how alot of people stand under the umbrella that we are all "children of God", while the practices of most people who believe in a Mystery God would suggest they are truly God-less indeed. Then she was expressing how people's lives reflect the sentiment of father/child, rather than Creator/creation. The various levels of disrespect and blaspheme suggest that of a rebellious child, moreso than a servant. I agree with her observation on several counts. The convo reminded me of something I heard Minister Farrakhan say a while back-"IF" people actually believed that there was an invisible God, that sees, hears and knows everything in the world at once, they would never get out of the bed in the morning. I also agree with this. Practice reflect principles-You can tell what a person really thinks and or believes by what they do. I thought about the concept a little further and realized that considering how long Original People have been on The Planet Earth, the idea of a mystery God is relatively new to us. Even if people can dupe their brains and minds(there is a difference)into accpeting this foregin idea, the rest of the cells in the body contain hardwire consciousness of those generations before you, and it's gonna take more than a choir and a slick talking ex-pimp preacher to pull the wool over their eyes."Can a devil fool a Muslim?", "Not Nowaday". Currently more people seem to be awakening and seeking some form of enlightenment-which usually results in swimming 9,000 miles baack East to our cultural foundation in some form or fashion. This suggests to me that the bandaid of Mystery God is just that and our dis-ease as a people is in dire need of a cure that the "Great Pumpkin" cannot provide. Peace.

Lyric of the week (6.22.09)

"Sound travels at one thousand, one thirty/..feet per second, n*ggaz on the street, they want it hurried"--Andre 3000(Outkast), from the song "Xplosion"from Stankonia LP

I always dug this bar because it shows equality..On one hand it's dealing with an actual fact in the 120 lessons(8:13) and at that same time it's addressing the hood's "right now" mentality. Sound travels at 1,120 feet per second, which is pretty fast, yet n*ggaz want sh*t even faster than that! It's the microwave mentality of a savage in pursuit of happiness. Instant gratification that is always sought, however never attained. They want model shaped bodies, without the boxer like discipline to exercise and achieve physical fitness. They want the greatest loving mate and relationship, without refining their manners and customs in order to attract or maintain life with one. I liken the current 85 mentality to the story of Sleeping Beauty. They want "Once upon a time" and "Happily ever after" without the story in between(Love and Right, without the Hell). Mathematically, the victory lies in that "Hell" between. Sleeping Beauty is our Original nation, often called "the Sleeping Giant", however nations are often referred to as women. Sleeping Beauty was the most beautiful woman in her land and was placed under a sleep spell by an evil witch which could only be broken by the kiss of her true love. Sleeping Beauty lived with seven dwarves. Seven is the number that pertains to God and dwarf means small. I cee this detail suggesting she dwelled with a minimized sense of God. The sleep spell could only be broken by the kiss of her true love(Prince Charming, heir to the King's throne). Love is supreme understanding and she could only arise from her slumber after her male counterpart breathed wisdom back into her. Once awaken she would wed the Prince and become Queen (17. What is the meaning of civilization?) of the land. MWAH!!! Peace.

I am a poor righteous teacher..Not because I teach righteousness poorly..nor do I advocate being poor yet righteous while teaching..I am a poor righteous teacher because I teach the righteous and the poor..Righteousness is right and just-ness and people must have this basic principle instilled in them in order to even be receptive to what I m capable of imparting. The state of being poor I cee as being without.I teach people who are without the fundamental wealth of self or good orderly direction, which is what these Supreme Mathematics, Supreme Alphabet, 12 Jewels and 120 lessons are about. I teach people who are without life because they suffer from a mental death and power. I teach people who inherently search for answers that no one to date has been able to help them locate. I teach the babies because they are without the bullsh*t that we as adults have adopted through our process of trial and error learning. Through teaching others I learn what I am without..what areas I am poor in and I evaluate those attributes and filter them through my standard of right and just-ness. The scales of equality remain ever-balanced in this fashion. All praises due to Allah, Lord of all the worlds. Mathematics is real.Peace.

Doing the knowledge on "incarceration"

For the past month or so I have re-established communication and correspondence with one of the brothers I walked with when I first got knowledge of myself(formally). This brother's name is Jamal, he used to have the righteous name Most High God Allah. Jamal is currently serving a knowledge-wisdom year imprisonment sentence in upstate PA and is set to "touchdown" in September. I also just found out that another brother we grew up with named Isa is currently locked up for some trumped up charges. It is with them in mind that I blog this. I was doing the knowledge to the term incarceration past day and some key points stood out to me when I fragmented the word. By definition, it simply means to imprison or confine. However, with a little observation we can truly cee what is truly taking place when you remove a person from society in this capacity and subject them to the institution of the penal system.Ride with me...

*In-I take this to detail a position of "inside"
*Car- I cee as either the "care" or as an actual car-meaning a vehicle of transport. The jail actually is a vehicle that suspends people in the era that they entered and keeps them there as the outside world moves forward.Upon release(if released) the former inmate is completely traumatized by internally longing to be in a place, then finally arriving in that place and realizing that they do not fit in due to the shift in time.
*Cerate-is a waxy type ointment-which doesn't apply in this case however
Serrate-means to notch, removes bits from the edge, make uneven, unbalanced or irregular .

When I arrived at "serrate" I immediately thought about "steel sharpens steel; a man is to his brethren". Serrate is something done to the edge of knives to make them cut through flesh easier..Essentially creating killing machines..Which is what the penal system does 85% percent of the people "incarcerated" as when a person returns to society after missing years they have a hard time adjusting to the new ways of the world and tend to be more abrasive and make decisions that ultimately destroy lives(kill), be it their own or others.
Peep how in the hood people view getting locked up as some kind of rites of passage also, or like a "notch" under their belt. You almost can't get respect from the youth with at least on "F"(felony). (cues "Self Destruction")
Now, the process of serrating actual removes pieces of the metal's edge, which in this case, I cee as mixing, diluting and tampering with the original. The procedures in prison are tools to weaken the nature of a man and to "plant fear in him" on several different levels. The question is-can the pieces that have been removed ever be replaced? If so, how? One of the definitions of serrate also says to make uneven, not smooth, balanced or irregular-which shows how the system is not set to rehabiliate people, however it is set to keep them uneven to a point of ensuring the continuation of the criminal cycle as fuel for the billion dollar business of prisons. A convicted felon is stripped of the right to vote, and having the conviction on record is levied against them finding any legitimate employment, then if they lie and omit the conviction on the application they will most likely not get hired for "falsifying". So, even the situation they face after serving their sentence is uneven, not balanced and irregular. Now, don't get me wrong I'm not saying criminals should have the fair shake that average Joe gets. However, when does paying your debt to society come into play, ya know? Peace.

Adventures in meditation

Peace. One Saturday morning I had woke up like 5-6 am. My Queen works the overnight shift, so I was in bed with my youngest sun Ch’iam and decided I was going to do some breathing excercises. I put my hands together, lacing my fingers between each other while leaving my indexes extended and touching at the tips pointing toward the ceiling. I also put the palms of my feet together pointing downward. I closed my eyes and began inhaling as deeply as I could without straining and while counting seven seconds before exhaling. I would stretch my exhale for seven seconds as well. Now, I had my hands in this gesture because I have learned that in order to fully delve into the layers of the mind one must “complete the circuit”, meaning since the ends of our extremities(hands, feet, head, etc) release heat they are the open ends of your bodily circuit. Touching another part of the body creates a closure in which your energy is being channeled back into self. I don’t know why I pointed to the ceiling though. I chose to breathe slowly and deeply to increase the amount of oxygen to the brain which would fuel brain activity. It is known that animals breathe very rapidly, so to further distance ourselves from those base urges we should maintain a slower breathing pattern. I chose to count to seven simply because seven is God in the Supreme Mathematics (I usually count to Born though). I continued doing this for maybe five minutes and began to feel a force of some sort revolving around me. The force was moving circular passing above my head and under my feet. It was weird, but it was ill.. I could feel the centrifugal pressure and it appears that the position of my hands in the center of my body were acting as some sort of counterweight to the force moving around me. Oddly enough as new as this experience was it felt relatively normal. It wasn’t spooky. This went on for no longer than a minute, because as I started marveling at what I felt I lost concentration on my breathing and timing. I took a second to do the knowledge on what exactly had just transpired and I instantly thought back to something Bro. Alim Bey was referencing about “Merkabah”, also called the Star Tetrahedron. He suggested that the Merkabah is a vehicle of divine light that is used by ascended masters to connect with and reach those in tune with the higher realms. Mer-Ka-Ba means the spirit/body surrounded by counter-rotating fields of light, (wheels within wheels or ciphers within ciphers), spirals of energy as in DNA, which transports spirit/body from one dimension to another. I cee this suggesting that breathing techniques could be a way to unlock latent capacities within our DNA, from the generations prior(other dimensions) or to tap into unused faculties of our minds (higher realms)-NOT like Buckaroo Banzai though. Kind of like tapping into what you knew as an infant, but forgot upon the trauma of physical birth, ya know? That’s another dimension as well. Thoughts?