The Father, The First Borns, Enlighteners and Other Glass Ceilings

When I take someone through 120 nowaday, I tell them to recite 120 three times a day for thirty days and attempt to get their recital down to 16 minutes. That 16 minute recital is wild, but it can be done, because I've done it. From who's the Original to Pluto in 16 minutes or less. I do that because if you can spit it fast you can do it slow, either way it is done so that the individual never forgets 120 after taking it undercap. Presently I have just walked two students to Pluto, and a third is very close to touching down. Yes I taught them and with that comes a certain degree of pride I must admit. My new conversation nowaday usually surrounds the 'pedestal' issue. Any true enlightener takes himself off a pedestal. I don't teach flunkies or 'yes-men'! I don't! I want no part of the pedestal bullshit. I am a human being, I'm flawed and my flaws are an integrated part of who I am. I don't take the mystery God out of the sky and then put on his shoes so I accept my flaws. My flaws are uniquely my own and they usher forth my originality. I genuinely take myself off of a pedestal but subconsciously many will still place their enlighteners and educators in a certain light. Fuck that shit! For those I have taught their education and enlightenment is not complete until I am completely sure you have removed me from the pedestal in your third. My Earth is exempt because we are in a relationship striving to build a Universe together and in that case we place each other on a pedestal.

Yeah I do somethings well, I'm an Ok writer, I can do some interesting things with 120, and I got a decent understanding of 120 for the most part, but I am no more the Supreme being than those I've taught. Yeah Em but you still taught me, no nigga-by teaching you I taught another aspect of 'myself' and that is where it ends. That is where it must end in order that you may achieve your highest elevation into the conscious self realization of the Most High. Ain't no big 'G' or little 'g' math poppin' off if I enlighten you. That big 'G' little 'g' shit has reached pandemic proportion in this Nation. Fuck that bullshit, pedestal propping is the origin of all religion. I eventually got myself off the pedestal with every student I taught, even if I had to fall out with them to the point of hatred. Guess what? If they're beefed out with me, that means their pedestal free. Jesus' teachings were 'Freedom'. As an Enlightener if you're sincerely teaching Allah's Mathematics to another you should be doing that with all students, if you ain't got techniques for climbing down off your pedestal that students have the tendency to put you on, then that means you’re a bloodsucker. The respect level from God to God has to be mutual, not unilateral, this is the only way you graduate to the 36th chamber, and remember the 36th chamber was based on teaching the art amongst the people. Da God Truth rolled with me the longest out of all whom I've taught and during that time Emblem had no pedestals. I have my own legs to stand on, but no pedestal to hover above da God Truth or any other God I taught during that time. Every student in this math needs to be released from gazing at his enlightener like some some star struck fool! You will never come into the fullness of your Godliness if you're constantly walking on eggshells around another nigga. My Enlightener released me from pedestal gazing after 20 years. He told me when I first got lessons not to put him on a pedestal, but that was it. Your enlightener can tell you that shit all fuckin' day in the beginning, but when you start building with your Enlightener you become proud and say to yourself, "Wow. Thatz my Enlightener." Subconsciously you begin to operate from that 'wow' paradigm. And your not fully God if you operate from a 'wow' paradigm. It happens to all of us. My Enlightener gave me this paper entitled 'Rules of a Student' in which it said 'Honor and respect your enlightener at all times', its funny how I only remember that rule. So I proceeded to tell every student, "Nigga you think I'm wise, wait until you meet my enlightener!" I'd put niggaz on the phone with him, take niggaz to meet him so he could demonstrate his grandmaster technique. Fuck that shit! This ain't no fuckin' Kung Fu flick with cheesy voiceovers. How did I take da God Life off a pedestal? I thought I had done it 20 years ago but I hadn't. You walk around with this false sense of equality, but it is not real 'equality'-it is still on some bogus subliminated big 'G' little 'g' shit still. Every God must be mindful to take his enlightener off a pedestal, and fully understand the psychological work that that entails. The enlightener usually does something or should do something to remove himself. And if he doesn't he should just back da fuck up and disappear on some Fard type shit. A man can't grow under another man. Suppose Michael Jordan kept saying, "Wow Doctor J is amazing!!!" MJ would have been too star struck to realize he was twice as good as Doc(No offence to Julius Erving but Mike was that deal.) Don't get me wrong, it is not about being 'better' than another God, it is about becoming the Lord of a particular world, master of a given area of discipline. In other words 'get in where you fit in' nigga. Be the best at what you do! That captain giving an order to the lieutenant is for the birds. Allah ain't no fuckin' lieutenant! That is what this math is about. The Father told them little niggaz that use to call themselves, 'The Sons of The Father' yall niggaz is God too. That is what he stressed, we stressed that he was big G and still do, and for those that do that shit-you need to just call yourself religious. The Father was oh so human! How he was said to carry himself is what attracted me to this math. I did not want to follow Farrakhan. Farrakhan is wise but I didn't want to follow nobody. However we do! We follow, we listen to our Enlightener's a little more than we would some other nigga, and usually that shit ain't on equal footing. My Enlightener use to sometimes call me at 4 a.m. in the moring and go straight into a spoken word piece, "New Shoes and Blues, Pall Mall cigarettes and hard booze..." I'd be in the triple darkness of the black Mind of Allah snoring my ass off and God would call and start spittin like he's at a spoken word venue. Nobody on the planet Earth could have called me at 4 in the fuckin' morning without gettin' cussed da fuck out. If Obama called I'd tell him, "Nigga you better wait til the God hour." But when it's your enlightener you lay there and listen to the fuckin' spoken word piece, wiping sleep out your movafuckin eyez, wondering if the shit is a damn dream.

"How you like the poem God?" He would ask.

"That was mad peace Almighty." was my conditioned response. That is what you're supposed to say. Thatz your fuckin' enlightener-you are suppose to say it is 'peace' even if the fuckin' poem sucked. I've had knowledge of Self 20 years and I still had to listen to said spoken word piece, so subconsciously even the Emblematic One still had his Enlightener on a pedestal.

The pedestals fell like dominoes in my Family Tree: My Enlightener took himself down after 20 years. It was weird how it happened but it is something that happens in a student when the glass ceiling above your head shatters. It is seemingly becoming a rite of passage in this nation when you tell your Enlightener, "Yo dude I'm God too." When that happens, you ascend. Saladin got in contact with me after ten years and I felt he was subconsciously seeking the removal of his enlightener's glass ceiling from above his head. I ain't here from this nigga for ten years and I get a call one evening, "Peace God!"

"Who da fuck is this?"
"Saladin!"
"Peace God!"
"blah-blah-blah!" Ten years worth of blah blah fucking blah. I was still dealing with math, and he was still dealing with math, but I still had some shit buried there after ten years. On a certain level I'm still thinking "Is this nigga still a coward? Is this nigga still letting movafuckaz punch him in the face and still folding like a pussy? I held his act of cowardice against him and still do. It's petty-I know-but his act of cowardice was still buried in my subconscious after knowledge cipher years. If your best friend runs while yall are in the middle of a brawl, you ain't gonna never look at that nigga the same, even after ten years. His act of cowardice resonated in my subconscious as the God who ran. No matter what he was doing or how many narcistically perverse youtube videos he had, or how long his blogs are or how big his movafuckin words are: In my mind he could have used words like supercalifragilisticexpialidocious in a sentence and I still would think he was a coward at heart. In my mind he was the nigga with the name of a soldier who let a bitch ass nigga from Love Allah make Deen his bitch-so in my mind he was subconsciously still a coward in my eyes, and I had a difficult time calling that nigga Saladin with a straight face. The real Saladin walked up in King Richard's Kingdom with a sword during the crusades when Jerusalem was taken from the devil and told King Richard the Lionhearted, "there is enough room in Asia to bury all yall pussies." So yeah da nigga changed his name legally but he still had a noodle for a spine in reality. And I say what I say out of love.

Da God Life calls me and said, "Why'd you call Deen a Metrosexual? I'm disappointed in you-you seem egotistical to me!" and hung da fuck up!" First of all no one censors or has a say in what I write. No one! I was so pissed I went to the gun range the next day and let off a hundred and fifty rounds. I write what da fuck I want. Any prison house placed on my pen takes away from the quality of what I write, so censorship will never happen for the ink that touches my page.

That shit fucked me up when my Enlightener hung up on me, the pedestal I subconsciously had him perched on started crumbling in my third. Deen came back after ten years subconsciously to take me off a pedestal and the residual effects triggered my enlightener to come down from the pedestal that I had subconsciously placed him on. The nature of the chain of events seem prophetic, prescribed and predicted because under ordinary circumstances my Enlightener would have never come off the pedestal. The thing is I didn't even know I had him perched on a pedestal until after said event. I was pissed but I was released. I know what Method Man meant when he said, "Release your Self" Now nobody in their right fuckin' mind has the right to call me at 4 in da fuckin' morning and not get cussed da fuck out.

Peace
Em

Asiatic Black Harvard

"Breathe Emblem Breathe!" Consider the viability of two ideas: An Asiatic, God centered, radical pedagogical approach manifesting Supreme Math with a dialogic flavor- kinda like a Hood Harvard. Consider the second idea of cultural resistance: A denial of devil civilization couple that with subversive ways of your average 85 hood nigga and you have stepped in Emblem's class room: Revolution 101. Naw nigga don't change classes cause Em ain't strivin' to make a suicide bomber but I do see the need for massive psychological transformation. We have been made other than self and with an Asiatic world view our collective consciousness can be reformatted. Hip Hop nowaday is bullshit we must teach our babies to resist being defined by mainstream media that continues daily to make social retards out of our children. Mainstream media continues daily to stick pins in the heads of the black babies of the future and give birth a new consumer of the wrong mental foods. My two ideas: A Harvard in the Hood; and cultural and conscious resistance are based on two social idea: education and awareness. These lenses will combine to form a socially sharp 20/20 vision.

We should not attempt to escape the totalizing framework of western academia but instead translate it into a viable Asiatic academic work. The validity of western psychology need not be discounted only renegotiated into an Asiatic World view, placing special emphasis on co-ordinating Supreme Mathematics into an advanced arithmetic, psychological, social, political and economic model. Niggaz can do more than sing, rap, act, dance, roll bluntz, and slamdunk!!! Writing nearly everyday for the past 15 years has empowered me with the courage to consider redefining a contingent style of education. Asiatic Enlightenment is based on an 'Allah School' model with a particular emphasis on hard academic sciences that relate to the science of everything in life. We must begin to understand that knowledging 120 is nearly the equivalent to a high school diploma in our Asiatic Nation. Then what happened nigga??? Freedom is liberatory and thus should usher forth an inclination toward resistance. Because one 'knowledgez 120' one may tend to think they are no longer mentally oppressed and dominated by a ruling culture that doesn't give a flying fuck that their 120 quoting, vegan ass collapses whole numbers as a mark of mathematical genius. On the contrary nigga: wisdom understanding all being born to power will not assist you in engineering anything advanced. Movafuckaz in the back room smoking Cubans, drinking scotch, and laughing at your lack of proficiency in Mathematics. If we don't cause an earthquake in a college classroom at first, we can at least attempt to make a public library vibrate. Rigid control of social organizations and educational institutions border on fascism-a fascism established to keep you apart from their social equality.

The Asiatic Nation is on the eve of interfacing cogent math principles that can link features within 120 to any known ontological system of knowledge. A dialogic, critical pedagogy of Asiatic logic and education that transcends cultist pseudo science status, religious classification or any other random categorizations by so-called social authority. "Codes of Conduct?" “Official policy?" "Central leadership?" Now cipher! We all possess a knowledge in which we are the best knower: It becomes a matter of free educational exchange completely free of ego. Breaking free of institutional controls that zap so much of our mind power daily is a must. Our voices, Our minds and our Math must march forward and the majestic nature of our global relevance can ill afford to be undermined. Harvard in the Hood and conscious resistance will undoubtedly create a tension between officially sanctioned controls which continue to promote ignorance and illiterate policies. Thus remaining vigilante is of utter importance. Fard, Elijah, Garvey Noble Drew Ali, Ida B. Wells, Huey, Angela Davis, Eldridge, Bobby, W.E.B. Dubois, Malcolm, Farrakhan and the Father have provided strong shoulders for this Asiatic generation to stand upon. So we must stand!!! Knowledge is our greatest commodity as a Nation, learning is our ultimate employer and organizations free of egotism is our greatest chance. Build and destroy is exactly what it is: We must build and destroy, and disrupt the 10 percent movafuckuz who on a large scale manufacture small scale mentalities through weak and wicked educational systems. Original people are psychologically marginalized throughout the planet. The 10 percent engage in a daily practice of self image 'poaching'. The 10 percent head hunters 'hunt' your self image, mutilating, crucifying it, raping it, defecating on it, and hanging it on a wall like a trophy after deer season. All out war has been declared on the image of original people. I write because reading is an “art” which is anything but passive so now become proactive and aggressive. "Breathe Emblem Breathe!"

THE HOAX

In the 85 world their day to day reality is a hoax, and consequently they suffer from a massive amount of false beliefs, "...to deceive the people so they would believe in him...". The 10 percent create the cosmetic face value of the world in which we live and the 85 percent purchase blindly into this said world. Reality has been defined for them, imprisoning them mentally by defining the world around them. They have been told what is 'right' thus have no real clue to 'righteousness'. The 85 percent are dwelling in a reality composed by the 10 percent are then taught to accept a counterintuitive lifestyle, completely detached from their inner divinity. The wisdom build degree builds on the 'Lucky Mother'. She is 'Lucky' because Yacob gave the order to the Nurse to shape the new mother's self perception. The Nurse and Yacob deliberately shaped the perception of the new mother to believe in 'Luck', an imposed, concocted, metaphysical idea that becomes a psychological sensation that is gratifying to the mother. So-called fortune bestowed upon her from the realm of the unknown begins to lay the foundation for a mystery God smiling down upon her from heaven. In terms of 'heaven' if the child did not fit the criterion of 'complexion'(color) the Nurse then committed murder and told that mother a lie that the dead baby was in fact angelic and is building a home in heaven for her when she dies.

Both lies told to the Lucky Mother and the Mother of the so-called Angel Baby was the reinforcement of the imposed perception and is an example of how 85 percent of the planet Earth fall victim to the face value of reality. Something in you tells you that there is more to reality than meets the eye. Like a doctor you qualify and disqualify based on physical evidence. 'Show and Prove' becomes your mantra and the 10 percent tell their believers to counteract your need to know with the statement that you need to have 'faith'. 'Detachment' is the nature of religion-religion is designed to exploit the unknown and interject a concocted belief system in the 85 mindset in a so-called civil but simultaneously sick styling that breeds paranoid delusions. The advocate of a mystery God is taught to believe in an omnipotent force that is beyond their own comprehension and consequently they fall to their knees: break, bow and bend to this omnipotent force in worship. Is prayer wrong? No! But if said prayer is aimed at a force said to be beyond your comprehension-it makes no sense. I often reverse scenarios and hypothesize that a mystery God exist and think how said 85ers must look to this omnipotent being? If said mystery God was real it would convey to so called worshipers a command to study Algebra, Trig, Calc, Geometry and every aspect of science but these worshipers are content to know him by surrendering and remaining on there knees. If said mystery God did exist, wouldn't it be obvious that said mystery creator placed it's essence in you by virtue of the fact that they are it's creation? And still they detach. The low self esteem riddled 85 percent creatures supposedly born into sin can't fathom their internal divinity. It's easy to be stupid. Learning about ourselves on deep committed levels is the ultimate form of worship, so often reality of day to day life catches us up in the rat race in such a way that we forget that the underlying fabric to all that is- is in fact our own collective consciousness our own Universal Black Mind in real time. The 10 percent catch the 85 in these psychological webs and cast hypnotic spells of fortune, consumerism, stressful economic realities, and they politically and economically manipulate 85 based on a mass deception of the collective perception.

EM