Knowledge Wisdom Cipher, Supreme Math and Supreme Alphabet are one of the most powerful forms of urban Kabbala on the Planet. "Eu means Hillsides and R-O-P-E means the rope to bind in." That definition opens up an esoteric door, allowing the user of knowledge wisdom cipher to view reality in introspective terms. R-O-P-E could signify depression, maybe an unhealthy relationship that impedes growth or something unique that the owner/user of knowledge wisdom cipher may themselves see. Usually your first impression of what a degree may mean holds merit, however the user should be patient for additional stimuli from the environment to confirm initial findings as time passes. Such patience may expand ones point of view. One could feel that he or she may be bound to a situation in R-O-P-E terms and later find that the situational dynamic was indeed necessary to further manifest 'freedom'. How the user of 120 interprets stimuli from the external reality is a manifestation of his or her own definition of what is right(Yo Cee Yo Cee My Cee My Cee). My right angle is my right angle: No two people have the same right angle. "...And Knowing every square inch, has chosen for himself the best part..." my 'best part' is not your 'best part'.
Original Young people in this nation were taught to take this urban Kabbalistic system of 120 undercap in the equality ciphers via memorization by way of repetition and thus the identities/titles of 'God' and 'Earth' were then bestowed upon male and female users of knowledge wisdom cipher, marking the initiates never ending journey into Self discovery-a journey known as knowledge of Self (KOS). This unique system(120) is set in what is described as the 'Wilderness of North America'. The system(120) possesses mental tools, mental weapons, and living equations used for psychological defense and overall well being in the midst of the Jungle way of Life found in the Wilderness of North America. The knowledge knowledge degree in the knowledge to culture the cipher indirectly teaches one to focus on Self sufficiency and not to rely upon a Mystery God for the God, Build and Born Jewelz. The Mystery God mentioned in the knowledge cipher degree can only be described as a mental handicap for the uninitiated-the knowledge culture degree in the knowledge to culture the cipher describes this handicap further as a "mental death and power...." This urbanized kabbalistic system frees the user from the handicap of believing in that which does not exist-not that we teach an atheistic system b.u.t. in that we realize that the Creator(intelligence of Energy matter/Black Mind) dwells inside the Universal dimensions of Creation and is fully realized as the Asiatic Black Man and or Mental supremacy on this physical plane. His life's journey is a perpetual navigation of Himself into Higher Realizations of SELF. 'Then Why Did God Make Devil?'-Shows and proves that even a problematic situation is nothing more than an unconscious extension of what He made in order to show forth Higher and Greater expressions of HIS power. Problems or 'Devils' are brought into existence as a form of pressurized force necessary to yield deeper manifestations of God's Infinite power. Knowledge Wisdom Cipher is one Kabbalistic vehicle as a Hummer is one 'make and model' of a motorized vehicle. The vehicle allows you to navigate Earthly Terrain. I tweaked my kabbalah of knowledge wisdom cipher and customized it with some Quran, sorta like upgrading a V8 engine to a V12, adding more Horesepower or God Power to my esoteric Kabbalistic engine. The points on our flag are similar to cylinders and by the fact that knowledge wisdom cipher sets forth the provision that the user of 120 is mandated as a civilized person to study the science of everything in life, understand that such a provision implies you add on to the kabbalistic foundation of knowledge wisdom cipher: Continuous Growth. One must be careful that the Kabbalistic foundation does not grow a religious mold-'mold' as in fungus: a religious fungus. Every similarity to organized religion that 'NGE' exhibits is a fungus-a very organic outgrowth that can cause sickness.
Knowledge Born in the Supreme Alphabet is Self Saviour which is basically synonymous with Knowledge of Self: to know yourself is to save 'yourself'. Use this Kabbalistic system to save yourself.
In our kabbalah the Black Woman is personified as the Planet Earth, and is the Supreme Mathematical Counterpart to God. She facilitates His coming forth from three stages of darkness as the infinitely energetic Creator manifested into the four dimensional reality of what we know as time and space: Universe; 'World Manifest'. Her womb was and is the place to 'Be' in order to Be Born in this glorious day. The Supreme Alphabetical arrangement is indeed Supreme because it allows the User of this Supreme eight point system to track social behavior and open it up in an esoteric light which presents a clearer vision of the dynamic day to day reality in which we all live.
The Original Man and Original woman personalize knowledge wisdom cipher by forming their own understanding of a degree as they practice applying 120 daily. How you approach 120 should be as original and as individualistic as your finger printz. If you're parroting my or your educator's understanding, such an understanding is not at all original. A parroted understanding is not Original.
I deal with the day's degree-b.u.t. I don't 'all being born it'. What? Am I really suppose to practice 'all being born' because the majority of God's and Earth's deal with abbt? I'm not a parrot and Emblem don't want a cracker. I'm not in a cult and 'we' is not in my supreme alphabet-'I' is in my Supreme Alphabet, meaning 'I' do what 'I' do: 'We' don't do shit. Do 'WE' got money on my bills? Now cipher:I DO!
Understanding is a brightly lit star within the universe-universal in nature and personalized on Earth, such is a truth urging us to truly be 'Original'. There were no first borns named 'Emblem', no one to my knowledge has taken on the attribute 'Emblem' and I am The only one who took on the attribute 'Emblem'(So What! What are you saying Emblem?): I'm saying find your 'finger printz'-that which is originally you. Don't be a robot. Be sure to disagree with the status quo as a technique. Why? Because it allows you to find your own originality. Don't be a 'Yes Man' or a 'Yes Woman' in this culture. I fervently disagree with the dude who oriented me into this culture-fervent disagreement allowed me a deeper glimpses into Self and destroyed the prison house of the 'Pecking Order' in my family tree.
A-alike repel and I'm a firm believer in dismantling 'Eldercentricity'. When a Man is God He Is God, Not Less God Than another God Who has so-called had knowledge longer. The legs of the pedestals that elders in this nation stand on must be smashed and immediately dismantled. I was born into the Asiatic World of the N.O.I. 41 years ago and was oriented as a member of the Gods and Earths 21 years ago, however I have no authority over the growth of another God or Earth b.u.t. I do hold authority over myself. If you find that some of my views are peace-take them and improve upon them and uniquely tailor make your own understanding,and those views you don't dig: fuck it!. I piss on pecking orders because they stifle growth and development. Last year I taught culture individuals and the best part about the way I taught them is that I accented my duty to them in that I took myself off the pedestal before a pedestal could form. I learned to listen more than talk and to neutrally suggest more than direct them to what is right. Why? Because their 'right angle' is what they must find to be 'right' for them. About wisdom years ago I called a former student a fag, a bitch, a pussy, Rhianna, and any other name I could think of. Why? Unconsciously and later consciously I knew the formula was to smash my own pedestal. Bomb your own pedestal. Being God is not a fucking popularity contest. It's about pushing yourself and others to greatness not beating them over the head with eldercentric pedestals. I detest the pedestals in this Nation. I don't give a fuck if you had knowledge before the Father. Your duty is the same: teach 120, supreme math, supreme alphabet and snap your studentz out of 'parrot' mode, even if you gotta push 'em away. This culture is not about standing on pedestals b.u.t. standing on your own.
It's the new understanding that every individual uniquely and innately possesses regarding this kabbalistic system that makes this form of ISLAM powerful. When I first taught B-Magnetic the knowledge degree in the knowledge to knowledge cipher he blasted me with an angle that I've never considered. I love learning angles that I've never seen or heard. Why? Because it allows my understanding to continuously expand. When I was a Young God, Universal God Allah was sitting in a lawn chair in front of Allah School in Mecca and he had a very nasty attitude when I asked him to build with me.
"You little movafuckuz get on my nerves! What chu want to build about?" It was the knowledge knowledge day of a summer month, can't recall which one. I rattled off the knowledge knowledge degree in the 40's like I was saying something fly and he turned to look at these two shortiez wit fat asses walking by the school and he responded to me in a disinterested manner "You gotta get your own understanding young God." He ain't say too much else after that, b.u.t. what I found is the truth in his words. We must urge, and push the young to form, forge and fight to acquire their own understanding and not become NGE Parrots with lazy ass cliche builds. White boyz played basketball in the pros before brothers b.u.t. When niggaz got a hold of the rock we started freakin' that shit. Same thing with the math: Freak that shit Nigga!
At my first Rally I witnessed three distinct Gods building in front of the stage that day: a power rule God from Pelan who was blazing through degreez like fire, Popa Wu and My Enlightener. After seeing all three of them I did a Popa Wu impression-screaming loud as I could at any damn body for the next couple of months because I thought that was effective b.u.t. as I got older in this culture I began to see the beauty of my own original manifestation of the Kabballa of knowledge wisdom cipher, Supreme Math and Supreme Alphabet. What I've learned is to be 'ME' when building, not Popa Wu, not the firey Power Rule God, and not my Enlightener B.U.T. 'ME', my own Original manifestation of who I am: A writer. I'm not a Family Day organizer, nor a Nation of Gods and Earthz event planner(More Power To All Gods and Earthz That get down like that) chances are I'll never come to an NGE event, B.U.T. whatever the fuck I do-my manifestation of the Kabbalistic practice of 120 will forever be Original. These written words are my own and my very Unique Understanding. They are an original expression of I God CULTURE and How I Cee and live out Living Mathematics.
Your understanding should be originally your own, similar to how you can't tell someone how to raise their children-you cannot tell someone how to understand something. Your understanding should evolve into a universal vision(or maybe not). Enlighteners or Educators should not define a students understanding, they should encourage said student to get their own understanding. You can warn the wicked to save his life but if the wicked beats your ass with a golf club-shut da fuck up! You gotta go through your own hell to find what's 'right' for you. An elder God once told me I disapointed him. Eventually I learned not to give a fuck about what da fuck anyone thinks or feels about me. I'm not running a fuckin' democracy for the decisions in my life-don't give another movafucka say over your life: That's bad chess! If you disappoint someone in this math that individual is holding you to a prison house standard of development. Use this urbanized kabbalah of knowledge wisdom cipher, Supreme Math and Supreme Alphabet in accordance with your own standard, don't build a prison house to meet someone else's standard. Fuck that!
Peace
Emblem
Thursday, October 7, 2010
Saturday, October 2, 2010
EMBLEM a.k.a. The Black Sherlock Holmes: 'The Mystery of Dumb Becky's Tattoo'
After eating a pound of raw garlic, drinking a gallon of apple cider vinegar, lemon juice, and distilled water laced with cayenne pepper my blood pressure was still higher than a giraffe's ass. As physical of a person as I am and as much as I work out I just knew I could knock high blood pressure around like Floyd did Sugar Shane, but despite my best efforts my blood pressure still looks like a solar fact. Fuck that, Emblem ain't stroking out, or going to join the Father in that great Allah School in the Sky anytime soon. I'm a mean movafucka, and I won't give my enemies the satisfaction of dying first. A God once told me he wasn't coming to my funeral. I guess he said it to hurt me. I'm hard to hurt. A movafucka such as myself will take four punches to land one. After he said that shit, I thought to myself 'Who da fuck said the prescribed law of Islam is for me to die first? I'm not da one that gotta stress out, paying child support til I'm 70!' A movafucka ain't gonna out 'live' or out 'evil' me-I'd take a shit in a nigga'z casket to win a spite contest and if da nigga gets cremated I'd piss in the ashes in da movafuckin' urn, and make piss tea to serve at his wake. What the fuck is this blog about again? Oh! 'The Mystery Of Dumb Becky's Tattoo'-I digress: writing about shitting in caskets and shit!
So I went to the emergency room for my hypertension to get a prescription and while I was in the emergency room I start playing Black Sherlock Holmes. It's a game I play in crowds, I refuse to be in crowds looking at my phone. You ever notice everybody twittles their thumbs on their phone in public now-a-day? Don't believe me? Go to a public place and do the knowledge. The new public posture is to look down at a phone and literally twittle your thumbs. Fuck that! Since I got knowledge wisdom cipher on cap I have been doing the knowledge like a movafuckin' hawk and about knowledge born years ago I read all of Sir Author Conan Doyle's Sherlock Holmes' cases, and from then forward I've considered myself an astute 'Sherlockian'. I dig logic. I credit my love of logic for identifying that 'All Being Born' is inherently flawed and in no way constitutes as a legitimate mathematical system. What the fuck is this blog about again? Oh! 'The Mystery Of Dumb Becky's Tattoo'-I digress: writting about movafuckuz on smart phones and Sherlock Holmes and shit!
So I'm in the Emergency room and a white lady is behind the intake window. She was wearing gold framed glasses, nice earings, chewing gum like a fat ass white ghetto cow and had 'Big D & Lil D' in a heart tattooed on her forearm.
"What's the problem sir!" she asked me.
"My blood pressure high. I need meds!" Was my response. In the intonation of her voice I heard deep nigga origins. Though she was white her disposition, expressions and mannerism told the story: She loves niggaz or at least 'Nigga dick'. In this part of the country this type of white women is classified as a 'Dumb Becky'-she's the type of white bitch that will raise a nigga bail before a black mother can say "My baby ain't done nuffin' officer-not my baby!" Not that black women can't raise bail money, but a dickmatized Dumb Becky will get a gat and stick up a convience store to bail her nigga out of county lock up before the ink dries on his arrest warrant.
My Sherlockian insight was roaming like AT&T 4G coverage and I further inferred that the Dumb Becky behind the emergency room glass had a 'Playstation 3 Nigga' at home, lamping at the crib on a pleather sofa in his boxers, listening to Gucci Mane, smoking the weed from the ounce he has so-called been trying to 'flip'. My guess is-is that him and his playstation 3 buddies will smoke all the treez before the ounce of treez can make one somersault. Or maybe the cops will kick in the door: whatever comes first!
I answered Dumb Becky's intake questions and she typed my address, phone number, social security number and other info into the computer. During the silence between her questions, while she was typing I noticed through the emergency room's glass window a framed picture of her and Tyrese (the nigga that played Jodie in Baby Boy). At second glance-it wasn't Tyrese-just a big headed knowledge seed nigga cheesing with a big ass 'save all the brown babies' smile on his face. The inter-racial couple in the picture was holding a baby boy the same complexion as President Obama. The mixed baby had 'good hair'- maybe that'z why Tyrese was in the pic cheesing wit da shit eatin grin. "Hey Harpo! My son got good hair!" Imagine Tyrese sounding like Ms Sophia in 'The Color Purple'-(You have to be in my warped ass imagination to get it).
Shit! How could I not have logically deduced the half original rug rat before I noticed the framed pic? "You slippin' Em!" I mumbled under my breath. So I look around and saw Dumb Becky's fake ass Louie Vuitton purse off to the side of the framed family picture. I close my eyes and turn my third eye on to 'high beam'. My question to myself was: what are the contents of Dumb Becky's fake LV purse? In my third eye I saw a Drake CD; Pussy deoderant; a pad; a Pack of Newports and some kind of an antibiotic. Her lips and teeth told me three things, first: she's a smoker-I gathered that from her tarter yellow smile. Secondly: I deduced that her cigarette brand of choice wasn't Marlboro or Camels but Newports! Why? Because she's studying from 35 to 50 years to learn and do like an ignorant nigga so I was 99.9 percent sure there was a pack of ports in her purse. Thirdly: from the size and redness of the bump forming on the upper left side of her top lip it was obvious that her and Jodie have been ping ponging some sort of sleezy, stray alley cat STD back and forth and thus I deduced there was probably some type of topical ointment or antibiotic in the fake Louie. Generally, I was calling the dude in the framed picture 'Jodie' because in the pic he looks like Tyrese-but what is his real name? "Do the knowledge Emblem! Think!" I mumbled as my Sherlockian senses started to tingle.
My first and only clue was the fact that her tattoo read 'Big D & Lil-D'.
"What does the 'D' stand for?" I asked myself.
I pick up the dice in the Vegas casino in my mind and I throw them onto the crap table of the unknown . I open my eyes, switch my third eye back to medium from high and I asked her, "Is that my nigga Devante in the picture?"
She smiled, showing her tarter yellow teeth and asked "Where you know D from?"
My guess was-is that the half original baby's name is also 'Devante'-Devante junior hence the nick names in the tattoo on Dumb Becky's forearm: 'Big D and Lil D'.
"Elementary My Dear Watson- Elementary!"
Emblem
So I went to the emergency room for my hypertension to get a prescription and while I was in the emergency room I start playing Black Sherlock Holmes. It's a game I play in crowds, I refuse to be in crowds looking at my phone. You ever notice everybody twittles their thumbs on their phone in public now-a-day? Don't believe me? Go to a public place and do the knowledge. The new public posture is to look down at a phone and literally twittle your thumbs. Fuck that! Since I got knowledge wisdom cipher on cap I have been doing the knowledge like a movafuckin' hawk and about knowledge born years ago I read all of Sir Author Conan Doyle's Sherlock Holmes' cases, and from then forward I've considered myself an astute 'Sherlockian'. I dig logic. I credit my love of logic for identifying that 'All Being Born' is inherently flawed and in no way constitutes as a legitimate mathematical system. What the fuck is this blog about again? Oh! 'The Mystery Of Dumb Becky's Tattoo'-I digress: writting about movafuckuz on smart phones and Sherlock Holmes and shit!
So I'm in the Emergency room and a white lady is behind the intake window. She was wearing gold framed glasses, nice earings, chewing gum like a fat ass white ghetto cow and had 'Big D & Lil D' in a heart tattooed on her forearm.
"What's the problem sir!" she asked me.
"My blood pressure high. I need meds!" Was my response. In the intonation of her voice I heard deep nigga origins. Though she was white her disposition, expressions and mannerism told the story: She loves niggaz or at least 'Nigga dick'. In this part of the country this type of white women is classified as a 'Dumb Becky'-she's the type of white bitch that will raise a nigga bail before a black mother can say "My baby ain't done nuffin' officer-not my baby!" Not that black women can't raise bail money, but a dickmatized Dumb Becky will get a gat and stick up a convience store to bail her nigga out of county lock up before the ink dries on his arrest warrant.
My Sherlockian insight was roaming like AT&T 4G coverage and I further inferred that the Dumb Becky behind the emergency room glass had a 'Playstation 3 Nigga' at home, lamping at the crib on a pleather sofa in his boxers, listening to Gucci Mane, smoking the weed from the ounce he has so-called been trying to 'flip'. My guess is-is that him and his playstation 3 buddies will smoke all the treez before the ounce of treez can make one somersault. Or maybe the cops will kick in the door: whatever comes first!
I answered Dumb Becky's intake questions and she typed my address, phone number, social security number and other info into the computer. During the silence between her questions, while she was typing I noticed through the emergency room's glass window a framed picture of her and Tyrese (the nigga that played Jodie in Baby Boy). At second glance-it wasn't Tyrese-just a big headed knowledge seed nigga cheesing with a big ass 'save all the brown babies' smile on his face. The inter-racial couple in the picture was holding a baby boy the same complexion as President Obama. The mixed baby had 'good hair'- maybe that'z why Tyrese was in the pic cheesing wit da shit eatin grin. "Hey Harpo! My son got good hair!" Imagine Tyrese sounding like Ms Sophia in 'The Color Purple'-(You have to be in my warped ass imagination to get it).
Shit! How could I not have logically deduced the half original rug rat before I noticed the framed pic? "You slippin' Em!" I mumbled under my breath. So I look around and saw Dumb Becky's fake ass Louie Vuitton purse off to the side of the framed family picture. I close my eyes and turn my third eye on to 'high beam'. My question to myself was: what are the contents of Dumb Becky's fake LV purse? In my third eye I saw a Drake CD; Pussy deoderant; a pad; a Pack of Newports and some kind of an antibiotic. Her lips and teeth told me three things, first: she's a smoker-I gathered that from her tarter yellow smile. Secondly: I deduced that her cigarette brand of choice wasn't Marlboro or Camels but Newports! Why? Because she's studying from 35 to 50 years to learn and do like an ignorant nigga so I was 99.9 percent sure there was a pack of ports in her purse. Thirdly: from the size and redness of the bump forming on the upper left side of her top lip it was obvious that her and Jodie have been ping ponging some sort of sleezy, stray alley cat STD back and forth and thus I deduced there was probably some type of topical ointment or antibiotic in the fake Louie. Generally, I was calling the dude in the framed picture 'Jodie' because in the pic he looks like Tyrese-but what is his real name? "Do the knowledge Emblem! Think!" I mumbled as my Sherlockian senses started to tingle.
My first and only clue was the fact that her tattoo read 'Big D & Lil-D'.
"What does the 'D' stand for?" I asked myself.
I pick up the dice in the Vegas casino in my mind and I throw them onto the crap table of the unknown . I open my eyes, switch my third eye back to medium from high and I asked her, "Is that my nigga Devante in the picture?"
She smiled, showing her tarter yellow teeth and asked "Where you know D from?"
My guess was-is that the half original baby's name is also 'Devante'-Devante junior hence the nick names in the tattoo on Dumb Becky's forearm: 'Big D and Lil D'.
"Elementary My Dear Watson- Elementary!"
Emblem
Saturday, September 25, 2010
The Nurse's Pin And Deprograming Cellular Memory
Our history, bible and Quran are programmed into our cellular memory. The amino acid double helix strands of deoxyribonuceic acid contain the Zig Zag Zig of who we were, who we are now and the potential of what we will become. The nurse's pin being stuck in the head of the black baby is something that I have come to associate with a traumatic experience. These nurse's pins that were stuck in our heads as children leave psychological scars. The psychological scars from the pins leave memories in the cell that create, shape and are responsible for aspects of our behavior and our habitual tendencies. The pins contribute negativity and psychological adversity to our overall growth and development. Pins place not only a sword of limitation above our heads, b.u.t. the r.o.p.e. of a nuce around our necks, limitting and strangling the potential of what we can become. Mental scars work like echoes in the subconscious and the subconscious goes to war with the state of our waking consciousness. If you have ever read a book on the subject of Self improvement and you attempt to work some of the themes and ideas in the book you will meet with some positive results because of the deliberate efforts to make your life better. In most cases the authors of such books have presented a Self Help program usually explaining how much he or she has benefitted from the book's claim of a new unique mental technique and strategy. Many of us in the Asiatic Nation quote and think about knowledge wisdom cipher and Supreme Mathematics daily and plenty of us still live an unfullfilled mediocre existence. Why is tremendous adversity still present in our lives after learning this powerful knowledge(Supreme Math)? And how do we think our way out of these mediocre lives that many of us find ourselves existing in day to day?
Actually, I love the mind, and I love thought, which is probably why I'm a writer. 'Thought' arises from the pure essence of what we deem the 'BlackMind'. I often envision this 'BlackMind' as an infinite grid and each point on the grid represents a place in space and time occupied by the omnipressent 'BlackMind' of Allah. Each point in my mental model of the infinite grid contains in degree an aspect of this Black Mind. Studying some aspects of physics has allowed me to come to realize that the abstract mental grid in my mind that I envision as the 'Black Mind' is really the Quantum field which is the fabric of the universe. The quantity and degree to which the Black Mind dwells in a given vessel is determined on a neurological and cellular level. Every cell in the body listens to our thoughts. If you've ever noticed that when you're thinking-you're third eye is visualizing the thought, an inner voice is speaking, a third ear is acting as an inner listener, and an aspect of you're mind is an observer, watching the objective screen in your mind. Every cell in the body is listening and watching your every thought.
Living in devil civilization, negative thoughtz are more prevalent on the field of the mind than positive thoughtz and more often than not the inner voice in our mind is affirming our negative ideas and the internal witness is visualizing negative posibilities on the screen of the mind. Every cell in your body watches and listens to the transmission of these negative thoughts via a remote broadcast from cell to cell, causing the negative behavior and actions that are seemingly not right and exact to occur in our lives. This is why 'Then why did God make devil?' in the understanding build is an internal reality and not just a degree pointing the finger at a 'grafted devil' for our personal hardships. Devilishment is an internal reality in the Original Man. The phrase '...Yacob was the Father of the devil and taught the devil to do this devilishment..' in the culture degree, refers to a time prior to the colored man. Yacob was born out of disatisfication, implying that there was a ten percent blood sucking element present within the society during the time of Yacob's birth that deliberately disenfranchised 70 percent of the population. Negativity is innate, and the Zig Zag Zig which is positive, negative and neutral are qualities which all reside in the Original Man. The only possible way the devil could have been grafted from us, is if he was in us to begin with. This negative voice we hear in our third eye from time to time is usually loud, it yells out our own fears, similar to a rapper on stage asking everybody in the audience to say "Hooooooooooo!". This negative rapper in the mind is the internal speaker forever suggesting and casting visuals on to our mental screens of potential situations that often result in negative outcomes. This negative mental dynamic is born from the nurse's pin and or the devil planting fear in him or her when they were youth. Redundant outcomes continue in our lives because we think the same things we thought before and thus have similar negative outcomes in every cipher. The brain cells are resonating negative sentiment daily, neurological patterns are practiced and rehearsed. As the Black Mind's electrical charges rides the roads of our neurological pathways, this electrical impulse because of habit takes the same route and consequently arrives at the same destination: mediocrity. So how do we deprogram our mental programs full of negative viruses? It's easy! All you have to do is....
Peace
Emblem
Actually, I love the mind, and I love thought, which is probably why I'm a writer. 'Thought' arises from the pure essence of what we deem the 'BlackMind'. I often envision this 'BlackMind' as an infinite grid and each point on the grid represents a place in space and time occupied by the omnipressent 'BlackMind' of Allah. Each point in my mental model of the infinite grid contains in degree an aspect of this Black Mind. Studying some aspects of physics has allowed me to come to realize that the abstract mental grid in my mind that I envision as the 'Black Mind' is really the Quantum field which is the fabric of the universe. The quantity and degree to which the Black Mind dwells in a given vessel is determined on a neurological and cellular level. Every cell in the body listens to our thoughts. If you've ever noticed that when you're thinking-you're third eye is visualizing the thought, an inner voice is speaking, a third ear is acting as an inner listener, and an aspect of you're mind is an observer, watching the objective screen in your mind. Every cell in the body is listening and watching your every thought.
Living in devil civilization, negative thoughtz are more prevalent on the field of the mind than positive thoughtz and more often than not the inner voice in our mind is affirming our negative ideas and the internal witness is visualizing negative posibilities on the screen of the mind. Every cell in your body watches and listens to the transmission of these negative thoughts via a remote broadcast from cell to cell, causing the negative behavior and actions that are seemingly not right and exact to occur in our lives. This is why 'Then why did God make devil?' in the understanding build is an internal reality and not just a degree pointing the finger at a 'grafted devil' for our personal hardships. Devilishment is an internal reality in the Original Man. The phrase '...Yacob was the Father of the devil and taught the devil to do this devilishment..' in the culture degree, refers to a time prior to the colored man. Yacob was born out of disatisfication, implying that there was a ten percent blood sucking element present within the society during the time of Yacob's birth that deliberately disenfranchised 70 percent of the population. Negativity is innate, and the Zig Zag Zig which is positive, negative and neutral are qualities which all reside in the Original Man. The only possible way the devil could have been grafted from us, is if he was in us to begin with. This negative voice we hear in our third eye from time to time is usually loud, it yells out our own fears, similar to a rapper on stage asking everybody in the audience to say "Hooooooooooo!". This negative rapper in the mind is the internal speaker forever suggesting and casting visuals on to our mental screens of potential situations that often result in negative outcomes. This negative mental dynamic is born from the nurse's pin and or the devil planting fear in him or her when they were youth. Redundant outcomes continue in our lives because we think the same things we thought before and thus have similar negative outcomes in every cipher. The brain cells are resonating negative sentiment daily, neurological patterns are practiced and rehearsed. As the Black Mind's electrical charges rides the roads of our neurological pathways, this electrical impulse because of habit takes the same route and consequently arrives at the same destination: mediocrity. So how do we deprogram our mental programs full of negative viruses? It's easy! All you have to do is....
Peace
Emblem
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