Tuesday, March 17, 2009

85 Loved Ones
My ole dad told me to watch my mouth while I was talking to him this weekend! For those that don’t know I cuss like a movafuckin sailor sometimes, particularly when I’m venting. Yes I can do the ‘job interview’ language, and can spit with proper enunciation with the best of college English teachers. But guess what? Most of the time I got a movafuckin cuss word coming out of my movafuckin mouth. Naw I’m not trying to be cute or get attention and it is not because of a lack of vocabulary. I just tend to say what the fuck I feel. But back to my ole movafuckin dad, he tells me to watch my mouth in front of him, this movafucka don’t pay my rent, my car insurance, my taxes-in short he don’t do a movafuckin thing for me! Never really has to be honest, he is a stingy selfish movafucka, and I don’t ask that nigga for a movafuckin thing. I got three snot nose half brothers that still live under his roof-the twins are 21, and my other half brother is 30, none of these niggaz have ever lived anywhere but under his roof. These niggaz walk on egg shells around him. My father just mugged my youngest brother. For those that don’t know what ‘mugging’ somebody is-it is palming some one’s face and pushing it violently. My twenty one year old brother started crying. My old dad got them niggaz shook. They suburban niggaz, but he left me and my mom in the hood and that old movafucka would definitely think twice about raising a hand to me. I’m not the fuckin’ one. I was talking to him one time and he said he could beat all of his sons, then he thought about it and said, “Probably not you! But I would hope it wouldn’t come to that because I would have to shoot you!” This is exactly why I would never want to live with this nigga under any circumstances. I got my first apartment at 19 or 20, and I have had about 11 apartments in my life give or take. No one has ever co-signed for none of my cars, and I never asked them to. Through all of my ups and downs, couch hoping, been homeless a couple of times I never once knocked on this movafuckuz door for a movafuckin handout because I knew that stingy movafucka wouldn’t get up off a movafuckin nickel. I remember when I got accepted to college, instead of him giving me a little cash when I left for college he bought twin Glock nine millimeters for himself. Now I got my own Glocks nigga, Yeah I dig guns but other than that, me and that nigga ain’t got nuffin in common. I’m forty fuckin’ years da fuck old I wish I would watch my movafuckin mouth around his ass. 85’s get on my movafuckin nerves. The thing about blood family is that they don't necessarily deal with this math because they are your relatives. 85 family never truly get to know you! You know them, but they never know you-truly. Gods and Earths who read my blogs and build with me love me more than my 85 family because they know who I am and I know who they are. 85 family have no Idea who the fuck you are, not a clue. And when you do say your God or Earth they think your full of shit! Why because they remember your humble beginnings. So they have a hard time perceiving you as a Divine being nowaday. When he told me to watch my mouth I felt like telling him, “Nigga I’m God! What the fuck you mean watch my mouth!” Ignorant ass 85. My old Earth is another story, because she once knew the teachings Supreme Wisdom/120 generally speaking, now she is flaked out, she says shit like, “We all are gods, blackmen, white men, Jews and Gentiles and when she sits down to eat she says, “…for Christ Sake for the nourishment of our bodies….amen” And she is a former MGT Captain and Dean of Girls at the University of Islam. She is a wishy washy ass chick. Well I do thank her for giving me ISLAM at such an early age, but when I think about how she instilled ISLAM in me so strong as a baby but now frowns at the math I’m dealing with-it pisses me the fuck off big time! Yeah 85 family can piss us off more than 85ers who are complete strangers. The reason is because we have those familial bonds with them, and when we get knowledge those familial bonds have a very strong gravitational effect on the emotions of Gods and Earths. I love my dad but he is an ignorant movafucka who is blind to the knowledge of his self, and I love my mom but she’s a fake ass Oprah Winfrey who thinks the corporate universe revolves around her.
Emblem

Thursday, March 12, 2009

Our babies need to be reciting 120 like this!

120, Francis Bacon, L. Ron Hubbard, and Scientology
You can go through the history of my blog and see I dig doing the knowledge on philosophers especially European movafuckuz. White movafuckuz crazy, and be on some ‘shit’ for real! 120 is simple, it describes the internal aspect of an Original person’s psyche, as well as the external reality of the world and the dynamic of how people interact with each other. So yeah, 120, Supreme Alphabet and Supreme Math is that shit. The mental and physical power of a real devil tells us that destroy evils are working with a grafted six and that grafted six is mentally very explicit and wild. Francis Bacon is noted for ripping off the Scientific Method from a Muslim dude Ibn Al Haytham and William Whewell a half century later revived Bacons ideals regarding the Scientific Method and its relationship to inductive reasoning. Most of all us have taken science in grade school, junior high and high school and we know that the Scientific Method essentially involves reasoning, establishing theory or your hypothesis and ultimately experimentation. Inductive reasoning is paramount as it pertains to the science of everything in life. Induction means that we ponder the ‘x’ or the unknown with a limited field of data. Inductive reasoning ultimately urges one to think out of the box and out of our comfort zones. When I think of ‘thinking out of the box’ it brings me to the idea that Yacob did not build prison houses for his people. We know that the wisdom born degree is inferring that a physical prison house was never built but we have to understand that the math equation in the wisdom born degree can also be balanced from a mental point of view and ushering forth the idea that we cannot and should not build mental prison houses for ourselves in any capacity. Expanding the consciousness is breaking free into the unknown to ponder, theorize, and ultimately create using the true laws that govern mathematics. Real Math not numerological misplacement of actual numerical values (e.g. tens, hundreds, thousands etc), Real Mathematical reasoning leads in the right direction toward Real Science. The unit of any given value is true, and to recognize it as malleable and easy to transgress, breaks with true science and at that point your reasoning ceases to be scientific. Example: 17 all being born to 8 or 17=8, mathematically neither equation is true.
Back to Bacon
Francis Bacon was rumored to be the bastard child of Queen Elizabeth, yelp the Queen got her fuck on, conceived Francis, never officially acknowledged him but made arrangements that he be extremely well educated in the European sense of the word ‘Education’. Peep this, they said this movafucka was actually the writer we have all come to know as William Shakespeare. Regardless of whether or not any of this colored dudes Koran is actually true brings me to a point: The point is he is one of the chief influences of another colored dude: L. Ron. Hubbard. Hubbard is the founder of Scientology, the official religion of many celebrities-Scientology has turned Hollywood the fuck out! “Now what the fuck does Francis Bacon have to do with L. Ron Hubbard Em?” When I was a young God, my old Earth use to get these pamphlets in the mail about Scientology, and all I use to see is the name ‘Hubbard’. For those that don’t know-my government last name is ‘Hubbard’. So I was 8 years old asking the question “Who is this Colored Man with my last name?” So as a young God I use to try to read these books my old Earth got from this White Man. Now when I was build or destroy years old Elijah had already returned back to essence and my old Earth was studying every goddamn think, Buddhism, Sunni Islam, Suffi Islam, Christianity, Arabic, and tantric sex manual(I peeped at them books whenever I got the chance) Yeah my mom was a chick on a mission. I walked in her room one time when I was like build years old and she was chanting “Namyyo ho lay rang gae que” in front of a bowl of fruit like a movafuckin’ Buddhist. All I did was take a deep breath, close the door, shake my head and say to myself, “I wish she make up her damn mind!” So back to L. Ron Hubbard-I was reading Dianetics at nine years old trying to figure out what the fuck this white man in the sailors cap was building on-well I couldn’t draw him up until I got 120 under cap and then them fucking crazy ass, rich ass Scientologist came into focus. “But what the fuck Hubbard got to do with Francis Bacon Em?” Well Francis Bacon was a writer, and as I suggested earlier in this blog he may have written under the pseudonym William Shakespeare, and as a writer he had some very interesting ideas, one of his ideas was ‘Utopia’ or the perfect society. Bacon wrote a novel entitled ‘The New Atlantis’. A book which outlined the idea of a society free of debt, penitentiaries, crime, slavery and equal rights for women and religious free of religion oppression. Bacon looked at God as a divine mystery and he felt that the more fantastic and incredible the story that surrounds this Mystery God-the more that people have a tendency to ‘believe’. 85% Love believing in the wildest shit! He is right and exact in this regard, because it is some wild stories that surround that mystery God. L. Ron Hubbard in that Scientology shit build on some wild ass shit in terms of ‘the beginning’. When you got a thorough understanding of 120-Hubbard is not too difficult to draw up. Now check this shit out: Hubbard said we are thetans- ‘Operating Thetans’ or OT’s. Hubbard told his followers the story of ‘Xenu’. Xenu was the alien ruler of many galaxies and that 75 million plus years ago brung billions of people to Earth in spaceships, put hydrogen bombs in volcanoes, detonated the bombs and thetans clung to the bodies of the humans. Wild story right? Hell fucking yeah that shit is wild, it is right up their with Star Wars and Star Trek, but more importantly it is up their with Genesis, Mathew, Mark, Luke, John, Revelations, Adam Eve, Zeus, Moses, Heru, Ausar, Auset, Atum and yacob taking 59,999 people to the Island of Pelon. Stories! Where would the human family be without stories. The Holy Koran or Bible is made by the Original Man who is Allah. What is Bible and Koran according to are Math? It is ‘His-Story’. The human being is the ‘definer’ of the reality in all three aspects of time: Past; Present; and Future of Zig-Zag-Zig. What could separate the Gods and Earths from everyone else is Mathematical rigor drawn up to 120. Meaning we can solve issues in life with our ‘Story’ if it is properly coordinated in the contextual true Law of Mathematics, and the numerical and esoteric Factors of Knowledge, Wisdom, Understanding, are actually used in accord with the prescribed Law of Math: Calculus; Trig; Algebra etc.. But many of us find it easier to recite the story alone, instead of actually learning Mathematics. It is easier to be led in the wrong direction of collapsing whole numbers, if true math was that easy any retard would be a genius. Usually when our minds begin to think we are a certain age physically, and when we forget that we are in fact beings with no beginning nor ending we fall victim to believing in our relationships to linear time thus loose the mental dexterity to delve into something as complex as Calculus with the vitality of a 17 year old high school student taking a class in Calculus. When the ‘story’, no matter how wild or unbelievable is combined with actual math we truly do reach a clearing in our thinking process. We must learn to own the ‘story’ for ourselves and make the myth transform into math, and fiction transform into reality. The ‘unbelievable’ is an inherent part of the scientific method and scientific process, our success is ultimately defined by what we don’t believe in not what we do believe. This means we are more prone to approach the unknown with force of will, not force of habit. We believe in our habits both good and bad and who we think we are. But ‘knowledge’ of Self is to know that we are boundless beings capable of the impossible. Many of our past Qurans are held together by nurse pins, which formulates the tapestry and fabric of who we think we are. The ‘Pins’ jammed in are domes so deep and hold us prisoner like the image of Jesus’ hung to a cross, the nature of the story of Jesus is that he rose from the dead. We know and understand that there is a chance from a mental death but many of us are nailed to mental crosses still, and ultimately buried there. Never put yourself in the prison house of belief-particularly when it comes to who you are. Experiment with high explosives, pull the nurse pins out, and let your mind explode like a grenade going off. Boom!
Peace
Em