Peace Family. So, this past weekend I went down my old way(Germantown) to watch the travesty of "Super 6" Middleweight Boxing tournament. Before going to my man Samad's Grand Ol' Earth's to watch the fight-we all linked at my man L's rest. The major players in attendance were Me, L, L's son Jamir, and Samad. Samad was the last to arrive and prior to his entry I was building with Jamir about Supreme Mathematics (L had given Jamir math about a week prior). By the time Samad had showed up I had begun reading one of the passages in the Moorish Koran (the Circle 7 Koran)I had brought for L. The passage was dealing with "Man as the thought of Allah". I saw that relating directly to "Who is The Original Man?". After reading the paragraph, I explained how I saw the link to the degree, which spiralled into a host of other related topics revolving around knowledge of self. Samad was on the porchdoing the knowledge. He glanced over and said "Yo..You building real beautifully right now..I love you brother and that's real!!!" I could tell that he was really needing some positive energy-especially considering how he dealt with(or neglected to) Inf's return. So, us building was right on time. Shortly after Mad's moment of mushiness L says "Alot of brothers who knew degrees started acting like they were better than those that didn't have degrees." This was like striking pay dirt for me, because this sentiment was the sole basis behind the majority of L's approach to this knowledge and these degrees. I said "I see that. When a person learns something new and helpful they will become overbearing and sometimes even arrogant in their newfound esteem. I also see that the people who were not knowledging degrees projected their feeling of inequality in a negative fashion toward those who did know the lessons." He was immediately neutralized. I continued to build on helpful information and let him marinate on that in the meanwhile. This morning I was thinking about his statement. It made me realize how envious L essentially was. The problem is that he doesn't have any ambition. So his desire is never fed. His unfed desire becomes envy because he sees things that he wants , just doesn't activate the faculties in order to acquire it. Which all goes back to the wisdom build degree in the 1-40.."must qualify", and his own self does the qualifying-or in this case doesn't. he doesn't expect much from himself, so in turn he doesn't not provide much for himself. My plan is to circumvent this value system from crippling his next generation by teaching Jamir. While interacting with Jamir, willfully L will be receptive to the fundamental principles and modify his values some. Worst case scenario at least his son should have a fighting chance. Peace.

Disclaimer: My Ol Earth said "You are very judgemental." To which I paused..pondered then responded "YES!! I am!!" It is with this judgmental viewpoint that I type this.


Peace Family..Let me just rant real quick..When people get certain tattoos do they forget that they are permanent, or do they expect to die prematurely so the tat will remain cool forever OR do they simply not care?
I ask because this morning while on my way to work I saw a woman who had to be at least 45 years old with tattooed thorns across her cleavage/clavicle area. This perturbed me for two reasons 1) this type of tattoo has only recently
became popular among "us"-which means she got it within the past two -three years and 2) she wasn't the "look good for 45" woman. She was the right after work go to the tavern type, with the malt-liquor pot belly sticking out under her long-sleeved tiddies. What's worse is if she has the cleavage/clavicle tat, I'm quite certain she has the tramp-stamp (you know, the tattoo at the lower back right above the butt crack? yeah that one). With that said, I can't help but imagine she has a son/daughter my close to my age that could have a young child around the same age that mine are and that one day that grandchild is gonna ask "Mom-mom" for a snack,and Mom-mom's gonna take Lil Ra/Sa/Ta/Ja-mir/sir/fir/qir/dir/jir(Sorry, but EVERYBODY'S naming their kid something like this as of lately)to the kitchen. Then she's gonna open the fridge and bend down to where the juice boxes are and Lil "Ra/Sa/Ta/Ja-mir/sir/fir/qir/dir/jir" is gonna ask with impeccable timing and divine innocence... "Mom-mom, is you a smut?" And EVEN though Mom-mom probably never read this blog, she's probably gonna think about the question I posed after "rant real quick"..At least I hope she does..The lost-found was once mentally dead and many of them recovered from it...

Peace. Can you determine what someone else’s priorities should be? Let me explain, growing up I’ve learned that a woman will tolerate a lot of unnecessary nonsense when she does not want to be alone (without a man). This type of behavior is self-destructive to the woman, but what if she has children? All too often have I seen a woman put a man before her childrenthis sh*t needs to stop. I was taught that the babies are the greatest, which makes them and their welfare (mental, emotional and otherwise) priority over anything else. Why? Because they are depending solely on you and your decision making capabilities. To put it blunt, they can’t afford it. They can’t afford to take the back seat so you can smoke weed and lay up. They can’t afford to fend for themselves while you cater to some sorry excuse for a vertebrate. You are p*ssing away one of the most important relationships of your lifetime and once it’s polluted there only the grace and mercy of the child can allow it to be mended. Objectively, some people would say “There are somethings I need to do for ME, in order to be of any value to the children”-I agree. My issue is the level of importance and the projection of value should be clear. I’m married to my queen and my children STILL come before her and our marriage. Somethings just cannot be compromised. She understands this and shares the sentiment. I care more about the people involved in my relationships than I care about the actual relationship. Expressing such care is what actually strengthens the bond..it’s kinda symbiotic. Also for the women who may think I’m on some high horse speaking some self-righteous sh*t, please know that I am speaking from experience. I’ve seen my mother be “other than self” because she didn’t want to come “to North America by herself”. At first it was confusing, then it was disheartening, then it became insulting until it finally became embarrassing. My closest friend has a saying that goes something like this “She’s cutting everyone and everything off just to have this man..in the end ALL she’s gonna have is THAT man”..In the grand scheme of what’s truly important, is he worth it? Peace.

"Wisdom's a woman/listen and love her"-Cee-Lo Green/Gnarls Barkley (Go Go Gospel off of St.Elsewhere lp)

What is the circumference of the planet Earth? 24,896 miles, approximately 25,000 miles. To be the “Home of Islam” the original woman must be well-rounded (circumference). She must have a good capacity for judgement/discernment with the culture (I-god) while building to born equality. Her “building to born equality” is her manifesting her nature while upholding your personal family flag, as well as the Universal Flag. Meaning there are things that should be present and common among any Earth in this nation generally, and there will be things present and specific to one’s Earth specifically. The wise man of the east makes history or Koran to equal his home circumference, a year to every mile. Thus every time his history lasts 25,000 years he renews it for another 25,000 years. 25,000 is wisdom power, add understanding ciphers. I cee this as the woman being receptive, reflective and refractive of positive influence (light/truth) to bring about the best in all situations. I also cee the understanding ciphers as representing the three forms of water in the build degree in the 1-40(cold/warm/swift and changeable)-showing that the woman must have the formlessness of water while maintaining self in the midst of the devil’s civilization. Peace.

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.**