Dream History'zzzzz

Mundane events that appear coincidental or random show and prove that 'serendipity' wears camouflage and that time is synchronized with the mind. Planetary consciousness or a black woman drawn to her highest equality is living, breathing intuition walking. "The Sun draws this water up..." Many niggaz say the words b.u.t. in many cases their 'bond' is bullshit. If your Earth ain't in tune-your not in tune. If she ain't swift your not swift. Me and the Earth have been building on dream History in terms of life events that lead up to a certain point as of late. 'Dream History' has always occupied a mysterious place in my conscious realm. The subject takes me back to times gone by of me sitting on the couch reviewing old plus lessons building on dream history. What is Dream History? I understand it as a state of mind that combines the Zig Zag Zig, meaning time is no longer linear but in fact the past, present and future manifest as a singularity or a moment standing outside of time without differentiation.

The rules of four dimensional reality do not apply in dreamz: gravity is not gravity-people you think you know are only illusions and places change in the blink of an eye. Dreams are weird-weird because they are not bound by the rules of this four dimensional reality in which we all dwell. Dreams give us an idea of the sheer boundlessness of the mind. Thought breaks barriers. Many have asked me how I see actual facts and I have stated on multiple occasions that I draw them up as symbolic obstacles: vast oceans, uphill battles in life, mountains that seem insurmountable, barren deserts, and the biggest mountain of them all is Mt. Everest-the big daddy of all challenges. Then there is 'sound' and 'light'. Sound and light represent barriers of time and space. Manifesting thought into matter is what the human being does daily. Knowledge-Word-Bond or 123(understanding is a living bond between Man and Woman).

Thought travels well beyond the speed of sound as well as light but we 'think' that 'light' is the prison house and R-O-P-E of all barriers. 120 is not only a navigational system for the Asiatic Black Man and Black Woman in North America but it is a 'thinking technique'. Our nightly dream history throughout our lives are ultimately connected to our everyday reality. Our waking reality is in and of itself a form of dreaming and sleep. Why? Because the theme of life is about the ascension of our consciousness, meaning the mind is forever awakening to higher stages of elevation. Elevation is infinite. Taking 'Jerusalem' truly means to take back your 'piece'/ peace of mind. The 'piece' of mind that belongs to you is your cognitive thought process. How you perceive the world is based on how you were taught and trained or the 'orders' you were given. The mental foods you were taught to eat programmed 'U'. What do we believe about ourselves? Look around you! Whatever you see is what you believe about yourself. Whatever the manifest condition of your everyday surrounding is-is the exact replica of your thought process. If you're pleased with what you see: cool! If you are not- your held responsible to renegotiate the terms of your belief system. When I say 'Belief system' I am referring to what 'U' 'think' about 'U'. Many are under the impression that they have knowledge of self-OK-that is half the battle but 'knowledge of self' is usually a mask initially: a mental face lift at first, worn to disguise that 85 percent beast with low self esteem that you have chained up in the basement of your sub conscious. If you had low self esteem before you got knowledge of self, chances are you still have low self esteem as the 'Asiatic Black Man' or woman. Knowledge of self is great, it provides us with these new, innovative thinking techniques, however is it a remedy for low self esteem, poor self image, cowardice, laziness and frivolous 85 foolishness ? This question brings me back to dream history.

The 'dream' is the tell tale sign indicating if 120 has anchored itself in your consciousness just as deep as all those goddamn pins in your psyche. Have u yet to dream in the language of 120? Can you feel the heat of the hot Arabian and wake up sweating? Can you see the rain drops distilling when you roll over in the middle of the night? How about the cold current: can you feel it? Can you touch the hemm of Jesus' garment while snoring? Can you feel the utter despair of not being able to swim 9000 miles? What about the Quran-can you feel the wind of the fluttering pages turn a year to every mile? The God Rakim said, "Fall deeper in the style-itz hard to breath". When you can recite 'What makes rain, hail, snow and Earthquakez in your Dream'z History then you are true N livin'. Until then: Sweet Dreamz!

Em

Montauk, Long Island: One God's Story

Frosted Flakes is my thing, many Gods and Earths shun cow's milk, but not Em. I keeps a 2% fat gallon of milk in the fridge. One evening while I was lounging around the crib my power he one rings. My phone number is posted on my blog website inviting feedback and whatnot but this evening the caller was a God named Sincere and he didn't give me 'feedback' to any of my blogs. He told me a story that he claims to be 'word is bond'. Sincere proceeds to tell me one of the wildest stories I've ever heard. The God told me he had been following my blog emblemofjustice.blogspot.com for about a year and felt the need to confide to me the events that took place with him and his physical brother on Montauk, Long Island. Cool! I have no problem listening, if he didn't mind me crunching frosted flakes in his ear. However what he told me made me put down my bowl of frosted flakes. Sometimes I question the sanity of those that claim to deal with this science, is it me or do some of us in the Nation of Gods and Earth seem not so mentally stable? I'm not saying 'gun brandishing' Emblem is the poster boy for sanity but their are some Gods that walk around on Mars if you get my drift. This was one of those occasions when I questioned God's sanity. I listen good, and I'm pretty good at catching people in lies but the God was on point with his story. Years of incarceration will give you time enough to get an air tight alibi. New Yorkers are notoriously schizophrenic and no offense to da God Sincere but I did get somewhat of an unstable current of air from him. I'm not gonna lie-I thought this God's Elevator did not go all the way to the top floor. The specific incident the God built with me about occured on Montauk, Long Island in 1973.

At the conclusion of our conversation that evening I asked him if I could write a blog on the events he described to me, he told me that I could, providing that I did not disclose his government name. So I agreed to the terms and he gave me consent. The God called me back the next evening and I did an official Q and A with him. This is the God's story.

Em: "What happened on June 17, 1973?"

Sincere: "I was 15 at the time, my brother was 13, and we called ourselves God, we didn't know 120 but we did know Supreme Math, and the Supreme Alphabet and with just that little bit of knowledge we ran wild. I loved cars and my little brother loved the beach. My little brother called himself 'Power' and was a fanatic for beaches. Being from Pelon (the Bronx) the closest thing we came to beaches were Gilligan's Island on an old black and white TV set with a hanger for rabbit ears. Mom did try to take us to Jones Beach once per summer. This particular summer our old Earth cried broke and cancelled the trip. Power was crushed. I said I would take him as soon as I got a car. Not 'buy' a car but 'steal' a car. I learned how to drive by stealing cars, didn't even have a license but I was an excellent driver. On the early evening of June 17, 1973 I stole a 1971 Oldsmobile Cutless from a Jewish guy who owned a furniture store. The Jewish guy went in the store and I got in the car with the screwdriver, hotwired it, and my little brother Power was in the passenger side playing with the radio as we pulled off. It was still daylight when I stole the car and we hit the highway after about 20 minutes of joyriding. All you needed back then to steal a cee Allah rule was a good screwdriver. This car was out of my league Emblem, it was only two years old but it was sharp. Too sharp for a 15 year old kid to be driving. I sat up in the seat proud as a motherfucka. I had a Jackson 5 afro at the time, and little brother looked like Michael Evans on good times."

Em: "Where did yall go?"

Sincere: "We call ourselves trying to make it to Jones Beach. I thought I knew the way. When mom took us the year before, I swore I counted every turn. I got us to Long Island and I got us to a beach but it wasn't Jones Beach. I made it to a beach on Montauk Long Island and the car sputtered out of gas as soon as we pulled up on a road near the beach. I killed the headlights and me and Power got out the cee Allah rule. When you steal cars you never consider god Allah savior. Little brother took his shoes off for a second and tried to run through the sand but it wasn't a 'beachy' like atmosphere, it was cold and clammy for a June evening. It was gettin dark, and I needed another car to steel to get us home. I got the screwdriver from the Cutless and me and little brother started walking on the road we found near the beach. When we got a hold of some piece of junk car to steal we got caught, but not by the police. We got snatched up and thrown in a Black van. Both of our mouths were taped, hands bound, and we were both injected with something."

"What happened next?"

"As my eyes opened I saw a circular light, like I was looking up from an operating table. A whiteman with pale blue eyes, wearing a surgical mask looked over me, while he was plucking at a long syringe, and again I was injected with another needle. They put a mouth piece in my mouth, and two electrodes were put to both sides of my head and I was shocked over and over again repeatedly. I pissed and shitted myself, but they kept on. I could not scream because I had a mouth piece stuffed in my mouth to keep me from bitting my tongue off. Afterward they threw me in a shower and sprayed me with a high powered water hose. Two big white guys dressed me in a hospital gown and took me to what appeared to be a dog cage. Not a prison cage but a dog cage. I could see out the cage across from me but nothing I was looking at-at the time seemed real. What I saw were more cages-cages stacked on top of cages. First I thought animals were in the cages but they weren't animals. They were boys: White boys; black boys; Puerto Rican boys and they all had become animals. Was I hallucinating? Naw. I was looking through my cage at them but their eyes weren't the eyes of human beings. Their eyes had become the eyes of animals. Dog eyes, Gorilla eyes, wild eyes but none of the eyes were human. They were human eyes but the intelligence that is human was removed from their eyes. Letters were over each cage indicating some sort of tracking order. 'Montauk 453-FH'; Montauk 454-FH and so forth."

Emblem: "Were you in some kind of institution: 'Mental' or 'correctional'?"

Sincere: "Now Cipher. This was not an institution. This was something completely off the grid. I was a minor, my brother was a minor, if this was some kind of official instituion my old Earth would have been notified. This was something unofficial."

Emblem" "Like what God?"

Sincere: "I was a Montauk boy, a test subject in the Montauk experiment done on boys!"

Emblem: "What's a 'Montauk boy'?"

Sincere: 'The 'FH' that I saw on the outside of each cage stood for 'Fort Hero'. Fort Hero was an Army based on Long Island that Jimmy Carter closed in 1978. Fort Hero is where the Montauk experiments were conducted. The experiments were started by the Nazis."

(I really thought the God was crazy at this point. But kept listening.)

Sincere: "During World War two the Germans under Hitler conducted mind control experiments on the Jews. They did all kind of horrific shit to them: Physical shit and mental shit. Hitler like Yacob had doctors on the payroll. Hitler was looking for any advantage he could find against the allies. Hitler and his Doctors theorized that if you exspose an individual to massive trauma that the personality will break into a whole bunch of pieces and that you can program any given piece of the personality to perform a task-to essentially create a different personality from the face value personality or the front personality."

(The God had my interest. If the God was crazy he was at least interesting.)

Emblem: "So how did you end up as a part of a Nazi experiment and how do you know all this?"

Sincere: "I knew I wasn't crazy and this was not something that I imagined. They killed my brother in front of me, and later I was convicted of the crime. I would never shoot my little brother Power. I loved him. They brong my brother in an interrogation room and blew his brains out in front of my face as I sat handcuffed to a chair across from him. The bastards started talking to me as if my brother's dead corpse wasn't sitting across from me. I was going crazy, crying, hollering, scared, because I thought I was next. They hit me with another needle and I got calm real quick. My brother's corpse looked like it was smiling-I started smiling back, maybe he wasn't dead but he was dead, and through my foggy vision I could see blood coming from a large hole in the side of his head."

(O.K.! Now it's starts to come together. This was the basis of the God's insanity plea I thought.)

Emblem: "You were in the injustice before God."

Sincere; " 'Injustice' is the right and exact word indeed God, because I would never shoot my brother in the head. I did knowledge power years in Attica for the death of my brother. It was those devils in Fort Hero at Montauk that murdered da young God!!!"

Emblem: "What did the Cee cipher punks say?"

Sincere: "Apparently my prints were on the God U Now and my brother's body was taken and put back in the Oldmobile at the beach. The case was 'open and shut'. I didn't remember shit, because those devils wiped my memory. I was under their control for a week before they found me wandering barefooted in the Fort Apache section of the Bronx."

Emblem: "How'd they wipe your memory God?"

Sincere: "Electric shock treatments, sleep deprivation, sexual abuse, and every other heinous thing you can think of to humiliate me. They broke my mind down God, and reprogrammed it. They made me play solitare for hours, and everytime I saw the four of diamonds I was suppose to grab an unloaded .38 caliber revolver, stand up, do a full turn, recite the pledge of allegiance, aim at a picture of Nixon and fire. They made me do this for many days without sleep or food. After the last injection I was wandering the streets of the Bronx barefooted and mumbling to myself. Soon I found myself at the local precinct. My brother's body was recovered before they picked me up and I was charged with first degree murder."

Emblem: "You said this had something to do with the Nazis, but you didn't fully elaborate."

Sincere: "Well after Hitler lost the war, the United States did not disregard Hitler's research. Hitler's scientist were studying everything from mind control, atomic energy and theoretical time travel. The United States took these scientist into custody after the war, moving them to Puerto Rico to conduct experimental research for nuclear physics and the mind control shit was done in the States. All the Mind control shit was done in Montauk Long Island at Fort Hero the Military Base. They developed all kinds of techy, trickknowledge stuff there and psychological warfare was one of their various endeavors."

I concluded the interview. Yeah, I'm sure da God Sincere was in a facility of some sort but not a secret experiment run by the government. I'm not a conspiracy theorist and of course I believe the government has top secret shit going on-their suppose to have top secret shit going on-thatz what governments do. I respect the God, and it's obvious that he has been through a lot. I thank him for coming forward and confiding to me. I thought what he said was interesting, whether it's true or not is not for me to decide.

Have a Peace Weekend

Em

The Blind Folded Grand Master of Chess: 'All I Ceeing'

Thought is manifest out of the mind. When I think of Knowledge I think of the 'Mind', visions of silvery electic chrome comes to mind. This is my mental abstraction of knowledge. The 'will' resides as one with the 'Mind'as I explore the visuals of my mental abstraction. 'Mind' equals 'Knowledge' and 'Knowledge' equals 'mind'. Mind is not thought but the nature of thought. 'Thought' is not an 'idea', and 'idea' is when thought has considered 'itself', and has evolved to a set of 'complex thoughts'. And 'Idea' considers 'time'. 'Time' is an aspect of wisdom; thought is an aspect of wisdom; 'ideas' are an aspect of wisdom; and of course 'words', 'ways' and 'actions' are aspects of wisdom. Knowledge is the force of will. The first consideration of Allah was to knowledge knowledge. Allah's very first consideration is his first manifestation of reflection. This first reflection was to consider 'Self'. 'Being' has come into manifestation upon knowledge-'knowledging' it-'Self'. The first consideration broke darkness with an infintesimal spark. This was Allah manifesting out of an undifferentiated energetic essence from three stages of darkness. 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-0 Are subliminated 'sub-groups' in ONE(KNOWLEDGE) infintesimally. Knowledge contains the nature of wisdom, understanding, culture, power, equality, God, build, born and cipher.

Heaven is the historical home of the Mystery God. Should we consider 'Man'(Black Man) the 'be all-end all' form of Allah's manifestation from three stages of darkness?. Creator comes to reside in His Creation, form the solidity of Allah's Oneness. The ultimate thunder 'above' an 85ers head are the ideas of Heaven and God. So was Allah disembodied(no particular form)? Elijah uses a very arcane wording in the Theology of Time in which he establishes a 'First God', Second God type of scenario. Analyzing that we can acknowledge that no one form is the ultimate image of Allah. Maybe a passing image, but not the eternal image. 'Original' has a beginning, 'Eternal' has no beginning nor 'ending'. The spark of Allah's Self realization was the beginning of 'time'(prior to 'Big Bang'-'Time' being the movement of quantum particles). A-B/Allah to Born/ or knowledge to born is the mind of Allah manifesting into four dimensional reality. Ultimately 'Heaven' is relative to an individual's perception, and is given as a place in another dimension. 85ers are not far off in their reasoning, because triple darkness is a non physical dimension. 85ers fall victim in to 'detachment', they separate themselves from oneness, and give way to externalized perceptions. Allah has no ending, thus more and more multifaceted aspects of Allah's Qualities are forever arrising out of three stages of darkness. Non being is forever manifesting into 'being'. Being Blind to Self can be looked at as ignorance, however consider for a second, Allah as a blindfolded Grandmaster of chess playing ten opponents simultaneously. Allah is able to witness, keep track of ten individual games of chess, showing and proving the reality of being 'All Eye Ceeing'. What are you saying Emblem? In Darkness visualization is possible in the third eye. Knowledge to born is to visualize, actualize and to realize. New positions on the theoretical chessboard arise out of every counter move:Example: I make a move, opponent makes a move,or in this case The sequence of actions borns the 'consequence' of new positions thus manifesting more elaborate and complex chess ideas. New ideas show and prove that Allah is forever manifesting from tripple darkness. The counter move is 'then why did God make devil?'. The thesis, anti thesis, and synthesis is the on going dialectic of Allah experiencing Said qualities. The Unknown ushers forth challenges, rungs of a ladder, obstacles, math problems inorder that elevation is insured. The Quran borns that Man travels from stage to stage.

I use the metaphor of Allah as a blindfolded Grandmaster to give the reader a sense of the unknown. Wisdom culture shows and proves the unknown, wisdom culture hours a day we live life similar to a said chess position. We don't set up home waiting, however their is a counter move taking place which is an unknown that we must be prepared for. When you make a move in life, something arises, that 'something' is the algebraic variable x or unknown-unknown is a four dimensional 'X'. Variables within life's circumstances are common. Everyday we see events manifest inwhich the conscious mind did not see coming.

Paul Morphy was an American Chess grandmaster, he was known for playing groups of people blindfolded. The power of his visualization was amazing, and his brain was grafted brain. So how do 'We' invoke that 'All Eye Ceeing' ability as original people? It's within us indeed. Chess is interesting because you can be in a winning position one minute, and because of a move or two that you didn't see coming your now in a completely different position-a loosing position. We navigate the unknown via considerations of 'known' terrain. To understand what you don't understand, you must embrace the unknown. The opponents of the blind Grandmaster are not themselves blindfolded, they can cee the board with their naked eye freely. Let's hypothesize Allah the blind Grandmaster checkmates all opponents: What did he see with his third eye that his ten opponents could not see?

The blind Grandmaster saw the nuances of chess mechanics in operation, where as the intermediate players were unfamiliar with the chess board's nature, the music below the squares, and the ballet performance of the pieces. The ten players who could see the board with their naked eyes were truly blind ones, and Allah the Chess GrandMaster was the actual one who could see. The ten players played common strategies, clumsy in their tactics, but fell victim on the ledge of knowledge.

How is Allah able to play chess blindfolded? Heaven is clarity of thought. To be Able to cee, concentrate, and focus on a multiplicity of complex ideas without viewing the Chess board with the naked eye is to glimpse into your mental potential. Elevate and upgrade the quality of images in your third eye into high definition. Then visualize prosperity, and 'success' in all your undertakings. What you visualize is what you project on to reality. The first reality must be in your ability to close your eyes and see into the unknown and consider the unknown variables coming at you daily from all born cipher degreez of the square.

When flat screens first dropped I copped one, and was amazed at the crystal clear imagery. When we draw lessons up in our third we do different things: Some draw up the rhetorical recital, some draw supreme math's numerical values to correlate to a given lesson; others draw up animated visions of 120 and correlate them to their real life such is a characteristic of a Grand Master of 120: A Grand Master of chess visualizes a variation of potential sequences, Example: "If my oponnet does this-I'll do that..if my opponent does this I'll do that." -for all potential moves made against you-you have a contingent plan of action. How clearly can you see possiblities, alternatives routes, and variations? The Grand Master is a Master because of a high definition third eye. You have heard of 'body builders', and how hard they work a given muscle group to define said muscle group-well a Mental Builder thinks in hi-def, he or she builds on the quality of their third eye. Learning something new makes the mind strong, how diligently you pursue any given discipline will determine how you grow mentally.

Allah is God in the Earth and Heavens, when you enhance your third eye for higher elevation you can see and hear the pieces of steel clang together as the piece without magnetism is drawn to the piece with magnetism. The ultimate draw up is to draw yourself up, and to keep yourself drawn up. The variable of the unknown 'X' is designed by the devil civilization to undermine our attempts at elevation. Four devils at born cipher degrees on the square seek to hit us with unknowns that resonate with negativity. Negative unknowns (-X) surround the perimeter of your cipher. The purpose of mental millitary training is about being a soldier for peace of mind, particularly in a world that is waging a battle against peace and positivity. There is truly no peace amongst 'Them'.

Nurse's Law was to kill the black babies at birth by sticking a pin in itz head. How many people come at you and attempt to stick a pin of negativity in your head? So many people will come at you with a pin for your dome. Their unknowns come at you out of nowhere, people you'd least expect. They will sting you, I've been stung plenty of times. When that happens I elevate into a mental discipline, into that state of being a blind grandmaster. That blindfolded grandmaster is no longer confused by the naked eye but is so concentrated that he finds the truth in his third eyez perception. What gets your third elevating? Whatever it is-do your best to stay on that plane.

Do the knowledge to the idea of the 'prison house'. Understand that if we are not free psychologically we reside in that 'prison house'. How do you draw up the idea that 'Yacob did not build prison houses..."? Don't build 'prison houses' in your mind based on 'what you think you can't do'. 'Can't' is a 'pin' of limitation. Keep it in mind that Supreme Mathematics is without limit. 'No limit' is an angle of Freedom. Mathemtatics has no limit thus it must be approached as a free science. Cultural Freedom is freedom of expression. A math equation is an expression quantitatively and qualitatively measuring reality. Chess and 120 measure reality. Every move in a chess game can be expressed mathematically-mathematically measuring the situation on the chess board: Example; Pawn to King four can be expressed as E2-E4. The chess board is culture dimensions, build squares by build squares, and shows and proves the truth at born cipher degrees times culture angles. That is the terrain of the chess board. E2-E4 in chess can be translated into the culture degree in the knowledge to knowledge the culture,..."because they started making trouble amongst the righteous..." white's initial offense.

The pieces move according to prescribed law('way'), meaning every piece brings and aspect of 'wisdom' to the board. It is the duty of the King to make decisions in regard to the welfare of his kingdom. The wooden King on the board is only a figure head, a wooden piece, a puppet ruler-but you are the real 'Ruler' and logician behind the move. You are God and you look over the chess board and directly get involved in the affairs of the wooden pieces. The thoughts, strategies and moves come from your third eye or Alah's Home in heaven or triple darkness. Looking down on that chess board your given the opportunity to be All Eye Ceeing. You get to see every move that goes on within those 64 squares and the decisions you make could mean the difference between life and death. But it is only a chess board, and if you loose: 'checkmate', reset the board and 'run in it back'. But in terms of life- GZA said something to the effect "your in a deadly video game with one man."

On the Chess board of life shit is real, you don't reset the board. Buddhism proposes reincarnation. My knowledge understanding degree manifests to me that the dead has never come back to tell the living whether he lied or not. Check Mate is Check Mate! The Quran builds heavily on the 'After life'. I know their is an after life because energy can neither be created nor destroyed: Thus we return back to triple darkness. We call it 'essence' but none of us know anything consciously about 'essence'. Why? because Essense is without differentiation. Egos are the unalikez that attract and the 'likes' that repels, egos reside in differentiation. Death on this Earth is only the death of the Ego, and physical. Essense cannot die, because the essence is the black mind of Knowledge. Heaven has to be understood as a state of 'mind', some can say momentary bliss is happiness, others can make claims of perpetual bliss. Can a human intellect fathom an idea of perpetual bliss? How about bliss increasing exponentially over time? Exponential bliss is Allah experiencing eternal qualities within Creation. Understanding is knowledge three times. 'Time' x. When we arrive at 'understanding', we must still continue to build. Understanding grows in 'time'. How much 'time' do we put into 'understanding' something that we want to learn. Learning in this society is designed to teach and keep our people illiterate, but when we truly reach for high definition understanding we are achieving 'exponential bliss'. Imagine being able to find clarity in the third eye to the point where you could play a game of chess blindfolded and not only be competitive but to defeat 10 opponents simultaneously is amazing. I get the same feeling when I link 120 to math to the Quran. High levels of discipline in any field of study is when we Master our internal Passion. If you Master that which you are passionate about, learn to control it through discipline, and apply it. 120 is an art, 120 is not just a body of lessons, but 120 is full of colors, images, ideas, and is an animated psychological dimension. In the Quran Allah is refered to as 'Rabil Allamin' lord of all worlds. Your third eye travels around 120 similar to how a bible reader, quran reader and chess player considers a given chess position. One does not have to be held into the prison house of a given degree, but one can move the ideas in 120 fluently and according to ones own psychological landscape.

"How many bad moves have you made? How many more bad moves can you afford to make? If you play a Grand Master in chess you can not afford to blunder once-for if you do-it is only a matter of time before your king is trapped and decapitated?" Garry Kasparov