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Saturday, January 28, 2017

The Tribute that Molded Time

Where did the time go? This week seemed to be sprinting by me like Usain Bolt in a race with the Gingerbread Man and the god Mercury.

Our most enduring human relationships in the temporal world are those in which the bonds are much stronger than the constraints placed on them by time. Still time often seems to place real limitations on the AMOUNT of relationships that we can cultivate and nurture in order to achieve that singularity. 

So many human beings go to the grave without ever knowing the full potential of the casual acquaintances that they made in life. That Facebook  friend you’ve been checking, or neighbor you say good morning to on your way to work, could've been the love of your life, but you placed artificial limitations on who they could be to you in your own mind.

What does it FEEL like to truly live free and open to the most extreme possibilities that life has to offer you? How would your life look if you lived like this consistently?

We all know people that we genuinely like  and whose company we always enjoy, but we don't stay in touch with them because  the relationship isn't strong enough to break free of the restrictions that time seems to place on it. The way out of this quandary is through the manipulation of space and time.

I think that this feat centers on our ability, whether learned or innate, to find an internal space of knowing that doesn’t rely on contemplation or thought in our day-to-day  interactions with other human beings. We must trust the Knower within us, even when HOW we know what we know cannot be logically explained. Your truth is not for others. It is only for you. Act on it. Move on it.

This trust in yourself can only be accomplished through a radical sense of empathy for other human beings. Empathy connects us to the heart of humanity, which is an emotional reservoir of unspoken truths. This empathy is expressed and experienced through showings of appreciation. When we show  people that we appreciate them, we are on the path toward realizing their total worth. We honor the dignity of their core intentions by mirroring those intentions back to them through our very own gift of giving.

This giving doesnt have to involve  monetary exchange. A supremely powerful, yet extremely overlooked expression of appreciation for others, is having patience with them. To patiently wait for someone is to  actively acknowledge their value.

Over a decade ago I hired an employee that one of my mentors told me to fire when his performance wasnt up to par. My mentor was a good judge of talent and character.  However I kept telling him “this guy will be an asset. We just have to be patient with him.” My reputation for good judgement was the only thing that bought me some time. He ended up being the best employee I ever hired! I looked like a genius, because no one saw what I saw in my head. The employee and I have long since moved on to other lines of work, but he and I are friends to this day.

In order to be patient with someone you must sacrifice a valuable commodity. That commodity is your personal TIME. Only a far-sighted person with mental stamina can make a true sacrifice. What you give another does not qualify as a sacrifice unless what you give is of mutual value to you and the receiver.

There are people who complain that certain friends and family members don’t make time for them. They never keep in touch. However you will often find that these people have never sacrificed anything to those people to strengthen the relationship.  They don’t show appreciation, so the overall quality of these relationships depreciate over time. My immediate circle of friends and family are my only gods. Our relationships are sustained and strengthened over time through reciprocal ritual sacrifice which alters space-time perception.

I was in a pastry shop that I frequent yesterday morning to buy my typical cup of hot chocolate. Usually when I step into the shop the beverage preparers get my cup ready. I don't have to say a single word despite the number of people who come through there on a daily basis.

This time one of the workers started to prepare my cup, but was already flooded with sandwich orders from folks who placed orders before me. After Id waited a little longer than usual, he still hadnt served me. I waited patiently and wrote on my Window phone as he took care of his business. In my mind, I figured that he always gives me good service. Plus I know he saw me, so I figured there was no harm in waiting it out, although I was anxious to move on with my day. Shortly after that the guy spun around and made direct eye contact with me.

 “ bad, man. I totally forgot,” said the scruffy bearded white dude from Ohio. He poured  my hot chocolate and told the cashier that my beverage and my cinnamon roll were on the house. I initially hesitated, but at his insistence I walked out the store without paying for anything.

Truth be told, I hadn't been waiting THAT long. It was a little over 5 minutes. However his service yesterday was a departure from the prompt attention that I usually receive, but am not necessarily entitled to.  Nevertheless he rewarded my patience with free hot chocolate and a snack. The patience I displayed to get it was based on an empathic understanding that he was working hard to keep up with his orders. The delay wasn't personal.

 I KNEW that his INTENTION was to provide me with my usual service. He just got caught up. This was a deviation from the norm, for him. When I deal with people who are familiar to me, I assess them based on what is the norm rather than the exception. Anyone can have an off day, or be faced with atypical circumstances that compromise their natural flow. I still look at them based on how they consistently present themselves until that changes.

 It is a personal benefit to have empathy for others. It is the bedrock upon which our monument to appreciation is built. But how can we appreciate others if we don't appreciate ourselves?

 People who are generally impatient with others say awful things to themselves. If you could read these people's thoughts, you would discover a cerebral journal of self-inflicted abuse. These people need to have patience with themselves because their core intention is to give their best, which is why they are so critical of themselves.

Today I was able to slow time down considerably just by reinforcing these thoughts by writing them down. I hope that these words will have the same impact on you so that you get the most out of your day. Peace.

Sunday, January 22, 2017

The Moorish Architects of Modern Western Civilization

Last Friday I had the pleasure of being interviewed by Shyaam The Liberator on his BlogTalk radio program The Liberator Speaks. The podcast episode is below for listening and download.

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I'm looking forward to part 2, since I had more information to share. Our interview starts around the 38 minute mark. Enjoy!

Wednesday, January 11, 2017

The Theology of Dimes & The Power of Your Circle

The letter “P” is actually the glyph of a pregnant woman viewed from the base of her sternum to the bottom of her feet from a side angle. It’s no coincidence that the adjective describing her carrying an unborn child begins with this letter.

When you pray (P-Ray) you  are sending out a single ray of concentrated intent that impregnates the volume of space and time with the semen of pure will. A man’s will power is a mirror reflecting back to him the raw intensity of his sexual libido.  Praying, and mindfully cuming inside of a vagina enthusiastic and open to receive you, are one and the same. Chuuuch!!!

I have traced the etymological root of the word “Church” to the Greek goddess Circe, from whose name we get the words “Circle and “Circus.  When you go to church you are literally going to the circus.

Anyway, Circe is known as “The Mistress of the Rings.” Her rings are essentially her “binding” techniques that make our ideas tangible and concrete through magical acts of erotic intrigue that are carried out inside of her circle. This circle may also be a pot containing roots and herbs. The circular pot's complimentary linear tool is an item used for mixing. The tides of the digital ocean of information that we call the internet move with an algorithm based on a “1” and a “ 0.”

In The New Testament, Jesus tells his disciple Peter that he is the “rock” upon which he will build his church (Matthew 16:18). Of course this church is really Jesus’ personal circle, which is a conceptual womb that he expects will birth something new and spectacular on this objective plane of existence. If you’re having trouble bringing your hopes and dreams to fruition then you need to take a careful look at your circle. The name “Peter” is derived from the name of the Kemetic creator god “Ptah,” who is the divine architect of the universe.

A penis is Ptah, the stiff “Opener of the Way” with the radiant dome tightly bound in the finest fish scales that the waters of Nun can produce. Jesus Christ is a fisherman,which means that catching fish is his vocation. Also he is from Nazareth.

In the Hebrew language that the mythological Jesus spoke the letter “N” is called “Nun,” which brings us back to the primordial waters of Kemetic lore. A.A. Rashid brilliantly explores the relationship between the ancient Hebrew language and Kemetic psychology in his initial DogStar Hip Hop book.

Jesus is a man of the waters which is why he feeds a starving multitude fish to inaugurate the Age of Pisces. The name “Nazareth” is believed to further derive from the Hebrew root “Netzer” which denotes a tree branch bearing fruit. It is my conjecture that the  fruit on this branch is “Netzach” which is a power vector on the Kabbalistic Tree of  Life. The Christ is a product of Victory which is why he can generate the Beauty of his own imagination.

This beauty is “the light that taketh away the sins of the world.”  The name “Sin” was once a Mesopotamian name for the moon. When the sun in the sky shines bright like a diamond the moon (Sin) is out of view, hence it is taken away from  our world, which is our collective scope of perception. The moon filters and “sinfully” obscures the light of beauty that is to be received by a Dime.  It is the volume of beauty within your mind that places you in direct alignment with Kether, which is the Crown, which is The Circle. The circle is the dominion of dimes. The word “Dime” comes out of the Latin word for “10” which brings us back to the fallen daughter in Malkuth who materializes The Light of the World.

                              Ancient Roman depiction of Jesus

Ptah brings tangible mass into existence through the utterance of divine words. These words are penile pearls of wisdom flowing with the procreative mysteries of creation.  Dairy Queens cream from dreamy words on luminous screens. They catch facials from spacial “pap smears,” that stain windows that splash tears.

The Kingdom of Heaven is here, and beauty lights the pathway to the throne. All roads lead out of Rome when we throw that bone with life-giving tones.

Thursday, January 5, 2017

The Apotheosis of Mwindo

Here's a classic convo I had with the Christ Mwindo back in October 2016. Here we explore the significance of the Messiah in its universal aspect while exploring the greater mysteries of life. This is a sincere and very personal conversation between friends that has the potential to enlighten and inspire.

Wednesday, January 4, 2017

Science Explains Why Black Gods are Blowing Dark Matter Pussies Away!!!

Are you a single Black male who spends all of his late nights  with despite committing the 42 negative confessions of Maat to memory?  Do you perpetually  find yourself alone and virtually ignored even after you’ve zealously proclaimed that the Black woman is God on social media and watched every single episode of The Misadventures of Awkward Black Girl at least three times?

Perhaps that sexy Facebook siren ‘Aura-Auset-You-Got-the-Right-One-El-Bey-Bey-Yeah’ you've been aggressively inboxing refuses to let you mount her throne even though you’ve memorized every  Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie quote verbatim.

If you’re a brilliant conscious brotha who hasn’t gotten any AnuNookie since Nibiru’s last transit, The Uhuru Institute of High Science has released a peer-reviewed study that may very well explain why. As it turns out, it’s not your fault, black god. It never is.

“The indefatigable white devil has ramped up his efforts to sully the minds of our beautiful Black queens,” said Uhuru Institute spokesman Nefer Nut Indekyat, 34, during a recent interview with the MGM News Network.  Speaking from Uhuru office headquarters in his mother’s basement, Indekyat, whose hands were formed in what appeared to be permanent kung fu grips, spoke candidly on the social dilemma facing the righteous black god.

“These white devils are putting fatally toxic hormones in the organic kale that deactivates the neuro-melanin in the substantia nigra of our Nubian goddesses! Since melanin is a known gateway to higher consciousness and erotic ecstasy, our beautiful queens are totally oblivious and emotionally detached from the fact that they are creaming to receive our black phalluses in the inner sanctums of their sacred wombs.”

Walter ‘Science’ Brand, 43, is a critic of what some have called the Black conscious community. He vehemently refutes what he considers to be Indekyat’s “laughably ludicrous” claims.

 “Those young men spewing that toxic melanin babble are pathetically misinformed,” says the engineer who shuns the label of being “conscious,” preferring to identify himself as an Illuminist.

 “Everyone is conscious of something, so being ‘conscious’ means absolutely nothing  in the grander scheme of things. Dope fiends are conscious of where to find their dope. Conscious folks are conscious of where to find plagiarizing, egotistical,  YouTube scholars with funny comic book character names. These entertainers posing as legitimate teachers don’t have a body of literary work, and cannot identify roots and herbs in the wild that can be used for spiritual protection and development. They’re really wasting our people’s time, but we love  recycled information that doesn’t offer a new perspective as long as it's purveyed through a colorful personality.

If that’s consciousness, then I don’t belong to that pathetic tribe you call ‘the conscious community’. I am an Illuminist. I use the spiritual knowledge of my ancestors to build my mind, improve my character,  foster valuable relationships and build institutions. I inspire and encourage Black people to be creative so that they can unlock the scorching light of potential within themselves.

What those brothas at the Uhuru Institute, and others like them, don’t realize is that a lot of conscious African American women are just like most American women of other ethnicities at their core. Yes, they may know who Imhotep or Steven Biko is, but for the most part, they have the same wants, needs, and desires from a man as women of other races and ethnicities. And that isn’t necessarily a bad thing.

You gotta understand that no matter how many times they’ve read The Alchemist or The Secret they were still born and raised in America. They have distinctly American values and thought patterns, no matter how many African countries they can name off the top of their heads . Many of them get sloppy drunk in nightclubs, watch Empire, and are polyamorous. They were not born and raised in a tiny African village, or a small rural town in South America. They are products of Western culture and convenience.

I don't try to impress sistas I want to date with how much I know about ancient history and the high sciences, because they really don’t give a fuck. If she looks hot, and she’s into roots an culture, then too many conscious dudes already ran that game on her. You’re not distinguishing yourself from them in her mind. Women, regardless of their race, care about how good you treat them and the amount of joy you add to their lives. You can’t do any of those things with a bibliography.

I never got any Dark Matter pussy because I knew who R. A. Schwaller DeLubicz was. It was always because I’m fun, smart, sincere and don’t pander to feminist rhetoric, like a lot of thirsty conscious dudes.

Most women know all that talk is bullshit anyway. Liberal feminism, cloaked in an Afrocentric cultural veneer, is an ideological trauma ward for lesbians  and broken women who are victims of male abuse. Their fathers, uncles,  brothers, ex-boyfriends and husbands were all bums.

They then project their resentment onto Black men who are exceptional. Their deep seeded disdain and contempt for Black men blinds them to the fact that they have become racist white men with Black vaginas.   Philosophically speaking, feminism is a reactive response to  oppression and not a proactive expression of collective womanhood, so it isn’t even real.  My intelligence goes far beyond committing ancient facts to memory and the women I’ve spent time with can see that.

Uhuru spokesman Mr. Indekyat was not pleased with Brands’ comments. “That mothafucka don’t agree with us, so he’s obviously an educated coon who wanna be white,” said the self-proclaimed scholar who revealed that he has no formal scholastic training. When asked how he and his organization would address the black god’s dating dilemma, his eyes lit up.

 “We got a debate coming up on Valentines Day,” says Indekyat who recently won a verbal joust over whether quinoa or smoked spare ribs tips hold the remedy to Black people’s economic problems in America. “This new one is called ‘Pamela or Palmetta - Who Got the Most Love for the Black God?’ It’s gonna be a major showdown. My opponent is Reverend Ebenezer Lardass.

I’m coming raw, rough, and rugged when I apply pressure to that puny pulpit pimp with my PowerPoint press. It’s gonna be pure excitement. Non-stop action. Get your tortilla chips and dip and your tofu hot dogs because you’re not gonna wanna miss a single moment of this, mufuckas!”