Pre-existing mathematical principles are innate to the Self, with this innate understanding of infinite intelligence 'buried there' in the subconscious there is a chance to be drawn up into the HIGH EQUALITY of the SELF. An understanding of 'Self Equality' demonstrates the relationship of the self to the community; the society; the Nation; the world; the Earth; the solar system; and ultimately the Universe. 'Self Equality' is not merely bound to understanding what relates to the Self B.U.T. also the mind's power to make matter move, example: Energy into motion or E-MOTION, hence why all emotions have a relationship to equality.
Self Equality(19/5) is an innate understanding(3) of the cipher(0) of the Black Germ's implied biological endowment. The Black Germ is a repository for the Black Mind. Mind is composed of the dynamic force of living mathematics which permeates the fabric of the Universe: ALLAH. The Black Germ contains the instructional language (Quran & Bible), or blueprint that grows and makes the physical vessel of the Black Man's body from the beginning. As the mind manifests and universally progresses into infinity, alphabetical characters are cast, establishing a means, or a bridge to communicate from mind to mind. In the case of the English language 26 unsuspecting 'symbols' are arranged. Each letter representing a sound. 26 characters with unlimited possibility in how they can fuse together to make not only matter move b.u.t. sounds that contain meaning, known as words or wisdom. Language becomes a functional invention formulating man's ability to traverse the universe with HIS mind.
Sounds pregnant with ideas are containers for determined ideas. 'In The Beginning Was The Word'- The WORD delivers the WISDOM of CULTURE, freeing the mind to create and fuse as ONE with it's CREATION/ meaning an ORIGINATOR originating the Universe with the energy of BLACK MIND and now dwells within HIS own CREATION: A PAINTER LIVING WITHIN HIS OWN PAINTING. ALLAH said,"KUN FYA KUN" (Be and it is).
Have you not heard that your word shall be BOND regardless to whom or what? 'Be' is the first formulation of the 'BOND'. The BOND links the Idea of the word to the LIFE from which the WORD initially came. Where did the 'word' emerge from? Ans: The Mind, or the intangible ESSENSE of knowledge. You can't touch knowledge-knowledge is an intangible foundation of the substantive reality of wisdom. Nor can one touch an idea, b.u.t. one can touch the reality-a reality that sprung forth from the idea of SELF REALIZATION. God Knowledges HIS Wisdom, which is an esoteric understanding to Seven and One Half(1/2) ounces of brain. Elevating above equality into a UNIVERSAL realm is the reality of seven and one half acting as an esoteric expression full of substancial meaning and implying the ability to transcend the gravity of Earthly Wisdom-a wisdom that is never drawn above six miles of the Earth's surface(Practicality). With such elevation the Original Asiatic Black Man becomes the living manifestation of the MIND of God Cipher Divine (Living Mathematics). Though this appears to BE a vertical journey upward (ELEVATION), it's actually the development of an internal generative reality that manifests a conceptual grammar that speaks to SELF and constructs the rules in which elevating thought fashions itself to formulate a rather HIGH SCIENCE in terms of structures known as mathematical branches-branches dedicated to finding solutions. With Math we measure the internal and external environment of any known or unknown CIPHER, studying both its relativity and variability. The internal and external realities of any known or unknown cipher is the sub system of a more complex macroscopic cipher(Tawheed/Oneness of Allah). Each cipher is relative to the next. The cipher or system is a known or unknown mathematical branch that has been discovered or has yet to be discovered.
The unlimited possibility of alphabetical and numerical combinations are constructed to form intelligible ideas-ideally these ideas are without contradiction and bound to formulaic procedure and rules of orderly operation. Math formulas that exist in known branches of math such as Algebra, Calculus, Trig, Geometry etc. are universal solution structures. The Solutuion structure evaluates inputed factors; considers the unknown and standing provisional arrangements and allows for the user to inpute problematic abstract ideas of quantity to construct correct applicable solutions as they pertain to the material reality. Mathematics is the foundation to all language, and is a communicating device as well as a computational solution structure."
Peace,
EMBLEM
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Monday, February 7, 2011
Iverson's Cross
It's important to understand what knowledge wisdom cipher is, it's a very unique and simple form of historical, cultural, mathological and intellectual organization. Personally, I've come to understand 120 as an articulatory apparatus of ideas. The expressions of 'I God' culture awakens a natural curiosity usually expressed in the early years of childhood when every question began with "Mommy why?" Or "Daddy why?" hence the 'initiates' title in I God Culture "Newborn". As we grow older, adult authority stifles growth, unwittingly discouraging the child from asking so many questions and the natural curiosity falls into a deep slumber-like hibernation. The title 'Newborn' is substantiated when an educator or enlightener triggers the dormant nature of curiosity to re-awaken an individual from the parental or socially imposed state of 'mental death and power'. '
'I God' culture's odd acronymic, expressions such as 'Y Equal Self', 'Now Cipher' and a multiplicity of other expressions found in knowledge wisdom cipher are taken out of their historical context and transposed into the context that describes an individual's situational experience in real time. These unique, and very compelling phrases in knowledge wisdom cipher are unalike, subsequently attracting others with these magnetic phrases. 120 is not only a linguistic phenomenon but a cognitive revolution in thought organization. Why? Because the creative, succinct and original use of knowledge wisdom cipher shifts both perspective and perception of society and SELF, literally turning the sleeping brain 'on', and stimulating a drive toward a deeper discovery of 'Beingness'. Knowledge wisdom cipher's interesting expression of ideas also has the capability to 'spark'-in I God culture, a 'spark' is reminiscent of the theoretical spark that both physicist and religious scholars claimed to have occurred at the point of the Universe's origin. This critical 'spark' toward self knowledge is heralded as a step in the right direction(inward). Furthermore, there is plenty of History and Quran which supports this spark. If cultivated correctly, this spark can change 'Wrong Direction' into 'Right Direction' which is the true crossover move leading to the reality of 'Knowledge of Self'.
'Knowledge of Self' as I cee it, is not about the razzle dazzle of cross referencing degrees at all, instead it's about embarking on a journey into a personal and discrete infinity'(...nor ending...). Razzle dazzle of cross referencing is not at all important as it relates to substantive scientific content. Razzle dazzle is flashy, frivolous often resulting in boisterous, vain behavior similar to that of a loud 10 percent Christian Evangelist spitting biblical scripture on TV, screaming the name 'Jesus' at the top of his lungs to shield their dirty religion. Razzle Dazzle is also similar to a spoken word artist who gets off on the sound of his or her own voice. Being the 'piece with the magnetic' is about coming in a fine mist, and under the radar. I God culture dishonors itself when it stoops to the level of televangelism, or that of a mediocre spoken word artist in love with his or her own voice. Razzle dazzle in I God culture is empty in content, intellectually lacking in substance, void of scientific credibility and academic merit. One should avoid the razzle dazzle aspects of I God culture and stick to the objectivity of scientific factz. The Harlem Globetrotters would get slaughtered if they went up against the Miami Heat, L.A. Lakers or Boston Celtics. Razzle dazzle is all show and no prove.
To be adept in the fundamentals of I God culture is to have your own understanding of the patterns, and the properties that compose each degree and how lessons apply to the self as well as the empirical world around you. Proficiency with knowledge wisdom cipher is attained by one's willingness to draw up every word; every phrase; every sentence; every answer to every question into your own 'cee'. Your degrees should resonate on a very fundamental and personal level. For those that appreciate my cee or another God's cee or an elder's cee is fine for a time- ideally, another individual's cee should lead you to develop your own cee in your own good time. The key is to learn and elevate from another's cee and cross it over to your own original cee when you have arrived at your own point of personal and intellectual independence.
Peace,
EMBLEM
Saturday, February 5, 2011
Em & Em
"Ain't this a bitch!!!" Fuck! Fuck!! Fuck!!!" I yelled.
My choices were either call AllState Road-Side service, or change the tire myself? I popped the trunk, got the jack, and pulled the tire out the wheel well of the trunk. It was cold, rainy and 18 wheelers were blowing by me at terrific speeds. I could feel the wind as the vehicles violently blew pass me. Changing a tire at night on the highway is dangerous. It was the front right wheel that blew out. After I jacked the car up, I put the jack to the wheel and started to un-loosen the lug nutz one at a time.
Finally, I had risen above my emotions, cleared my head and simplified the situation, it was a living math problem that had to be solved. The faster I changed the tire-the faster I'd get to the Kingdom. There was a ditch in back of me that ran parallel to the road, at first I paid it no mind, and then I saw a bluish, purple curcular light, not smokey, but smokey in texture. It was a spinning vortex in mid-air just a few yards past the ditch.
"What da fuck is that!?!" I asked myself curiously. It was a bright light approximately 6 feet in diameter and spinning slowly. It was UFO type shit but I wasn't high, drunk or dreaming-I'd just gotten off the justice cipher born and was perfectly sober. This shit was bugged da fuck out. I calmed myself, remembering that everything in this universe has a logical explanation. Walking closer with that 'white person in a horror flick' curiosity, armed with the investigative tool of Supreme Math, Supreme Alphabet, 120 and my .45 caliber I bravely investigated the strange spinning light.
The swirling of the bluish mist was hypnotic as I peered into the center of the bright vortex. The closer I got, the more I realized that what I was seeing was unexplanable by normal standards: strangely, I was drawn to it. I put my finger in it curiously and it shocked me, compelling me to further walk into it. I stepped into the vortex and stepped out the other-side. The next thing I know, it was broad-day light and I was in a completely different location.
"What da fuck!" I was standing in the middle of the street and a car was coming directly at me. Quickly, I dived to the side-walk, and the car that just missed hitting me angrily honked the horn at me as it sped by. I stood up, wiped myself off, and immediately recognized my surroundings. I was at the bridge that separated the Diamond Street Projects from my old neighborhood. The projects were still there, they had been torn down years ago. What the fuck was this? I'd just gotten off work that night in Ohio, and now I was back in Philly in the middle of the day? I squinted my eyes in complete confusion, because nothing was making sense and then I looked across the street and saw the young me walking my High School sweetheart, Rasheema home after school. It was me! I was looking at me!! It couldn't be-but it was me. I turned away quickly, so the young me wouldn't notice the old me.
Rasheema had on those big ass gold bamboo earings I had bought her. As I watched myself as a young man I could tell I was beginning to grit my teeth in a sneer, slowly turning on my ice grill, because I wasn't gonna tuck my dookie rope chain with the 'Dollar Bill' medalion in my shirt. I was walking into the projects boldly. Only pussies tuck their chain in. I wasn't gonna take off my rings. Fuck that! Ain't no niggaz gonna snatch my shit or my bitch's earings, at least while I was there. At that age I thought I was invincible. The old me could tell what the young me was thinking.
I started walking behind me causing the younger me to look back at the older me suspiciously. Da Young Emblem couldn't tell that it was himself that he was looking back at. I must have looked scary to my young self and Rasheema. I had on Rocawear jeans, and timz that were 25 years ahead of any clothes or boots made in the 80's. After a few hundred yards the young Emblem got tired of the old Emblem walking behind him. And the younger Em turned around confrontationally ready to fight.
"Yo-you got a problem old nigga, cause we can do this shit right now?" The young me screamed at the old me, squaring up, ready to fight as I came closer.
"It's me!" The old me said to the young me.
"Me who?" The young me asked.
"I'm you!" I said to da young God.
The young Emblem punched the old Emblem in the face fast as fuck with all them damn rings. Young Emblem hit me so hard that my eyes watered. Those young hands I had were fast as fuck! He let go three punches before I could get set and throw one.
"Kick his Old ass God!" Rasheema yelled.
"Rasheema, it's me!" I yelled at my ex high school sweetheart.
"Stop! Who is you, and how you know my name nigga?" Rasheema asked me, cautiously moving closer.
"The two teenagers looked at me closely! I'm you young God." I said to my young self, holding my face in pain. Rasheema goose-necked even closer, as the young me put his hands down, relaxing from his boxing stance. He looked at his older self with a raised and furrowed brow. Rasheema figured it out first and it scared the shit out of her-her eyes opened up wide with horror. It freaked her out. She didn't understand and ran into her project building as if she had seen a ghost.
"What da fuck???!!!" The young me mouthed in utter amazement. You- me? You're really me? How da fuck is this even possible?"
"I don't know. I was changing a tire at night and somehow got caught up in some sort of vortex and was transported back to this time."
"What year did you come from?" the young Em asked.
"2011. I'm 42 years old! What year is it now?."
"It's 1987, I'm 17 almost 18. "
"What's 2011 like?" I asked the older me as We began to walk back to my old neighborhood.
"Well for one: we got a black President."
"Get da fuck outta here! A Black President?"
"Barack Obama! Yelp! No bullshit."
"He a muslim or something?"
"I don't know, but he's black-got a caesar fade, a black wife with a perm, fat ass and the whole nine."
Did I ever finish 120?" I asked myself .
"Young God you got one of the sharpest recitals of 120 on the fucking Planet Earth and your understanding ain't too bad either."
"Are you serious?" The younger me said with a goofey, surprised grin.
"I shit you-not!" I told my young self confidently. "As the future approaches I think it would be wise if I shared with you some valuable info regarding our future."
"What's going to happen? Are me and Rasheema still going to be together?"
"Little Nigga are you crazy!?! She's gonna be throwin' pussy out of both legs as soon as you go away to college. I hate to break your little heart young God." Puttin' the news to myself bluntly.
The younger me stopped walking, his jaw dropped in shock. What was my past was his future. Young Emblem started crying. I forgot how much he had cared for his high school sweetheart Rasheema, how they had planned their lives, and vowed to stay together forever. Ahhh-the innocence and naivite' of puppy love. I gave my young self a comforting hug like a Father to a Son. I didn't mean to hurt my feelings.
"Look, young God she is not even the one you're gonna marry, or have a son or for that matter divorce."
"I'm gonna get a divorce!!!"
I made the young God cry even harder. In less than a minute, I told him his High School sweetheart was not gonna be with him forever, and that a woman he has yet to meet would be his wife, have a child by him and that they would eventually get divorced. I was dropping too much total weight on myself at one time. How much was I changing the future by telling myself about the future? Did I just wipe-out my son's existence by telling myself about the trials and tribulations of future relationships before they happened?
I had to cheer myself up-I couldn't leave myself in tears. So, I had a plan: change the future.
"You'll eventually find the right wisdom for you, she's about six or seven years old right now, so be patient. Also you're gonna be a billionaire." You're gonna have a company called Microsoft, and a social network called 'facebook'. It's the new crack. In order to do this, you're gonna have to study math and computer science diligently and stop selling drugs. 18 year old Emblem went into his pocket and pulled out a G-pack of crack viles.
"Hell naw nigga! I gotta get this pack sold old nigga!" The young me said defiantly.
"Fuck that drug shit young God. Everything that seems cool now is corny in the future. All those damn gold rings, that dookie rope, the Gucci glasses, those jeans, those Adidas will be corny in the future. Everything. Cool quickly becomes corny as time passes. 120 is peace, take it undercap and whatnot but whatever you do, don't become a religious zealot with that shit. Remember: niggaz is niggaz! Read books on computer programming, master real math and learn everything you can about computer science and the future will be yours."
"I'm not really interested in computers. Right now I'm on the culture degree in the 1-14. I'm interested in my lessons."
When he said that, I pulled out my Blackberry and showed young Emblem.
"This is high mathematics in the palm of your hand. Your culture degree builds on '...where knowledge and wisdom of the original man started...' well right here and right now I'm telling you to go at that Knowledge and Wisdom real hard. That knowledge and wisdom is Math and Science little nigga. Real Math-not that all being born shit. The math and science class you've been falling asleep in from time to time-you gotta wake up." I was adament as I told the young Emblem what the deal was for-real-for-real!
"So What is it? A pager?" The young me asked with a perplexing look on his face as he took the strange device under perusal. "This looks like some Star Trek shit!" He said.
"Now cipher! It's not a pager. It's a Blackberry smartphone, a computer, it's a MP3, Video camera and whatever else."
"What's an MP3?"
"A Sony Walkman but smaller and better." At that moment the vortex opened up in front of us. I couldn't tell myself everything I wanted to because this might be my only chance to get back to 2011.
"You keep it-it's called a Blackberry-study it, play with it, and don't break it."
I took the phone charger out of my pocket and gave it to the young Emblem.
"When I get back to the future I'm gonna call you. Remember what I said, 'Microsoft' and 'facebook'-it's gonna be da new crack. Don't tell nobody. Peace Young God!"
"Peace!" The young me said to the old me throwing the peace sign.
I stepped into the vortex and came out the otherside again. I didn't go back to the future, intead I went further into the past. When I came out the vortex I saw a six year old big headed boy playing with two pieces of steel. I knew it was Yacob. I pulled out my .45, and put it to his big ass dome. The darkskinned child looked at me innocently with no fear in his eyes and I considered what would be different if I pulled the trigger and murdered the innocent looking six year old.
EM
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