Alone with God

                                                            Alone with God

 

Last night I had a dream that I was born again. Not in the sense of becoming born again in a religion. But actually born again. Here I was a brand new infant, but nothing seemed new to me. The doctors, hospital lights. The warmth of my mother’s breast.

its like I’ve been here before. A series of deja vu. All I could think to myself was oh God. Not this shit again. Why am I here again? Why am I starting this life all over? Was there a lesson that I missed? Was there something that I needed to relearn? I cried & cried for three days straight, but no one could hear me. I fussed and fought all night. Nobody paid me any mind. I was helpless as I laid there in my cradle. Hearing the cold winter rain colliding on the window made me think about my life previous.

A plethora of thoughts rushed my tiny brain. Thoughts of my adolescent years in grade school began to dominate my thoughts. The teachers,  the vibrant colors surrounding the classroom became so vivid. Voices of my peers laughing and playing kept me calm. I even thought of my best friend at the time. His name was rich. And how we were so inseparable during our youth. Then I immediately came back to the present moment and wondered how he was doing. And how come we never stayed close after high school. Someone I considered my brother. In my life previous I just thought to myself. People just outgrow each other and that’s life I guess. But I couldn’t help but to think if there was anything I could have done to kept our friendship going. Then I thought about Tonya. My first love. And how she was perfect in my eyes at the time. And how close our parents were. So the transition of families would’ve been a piece of cake. Her skin so dark and rich like Godiva chocolate. Her teeth as white as snow. Her smile was infectious. She was untouched and trusted me to give her body to. And how at some point I knew she would be my wife. But somewhere down the line, I let my lust & curiosity for other women get the best of me.

Laying in this cradle I think to myself. Was there anything I could’ve done to salvage my relationship with her. Then I thought of  my father. And how I was his only male heir. How he was an upright man of God. And I was the opposite. In love with climax. mingled up in things that served me no good. I wondered to myself if I let him down and would he ever admit that I let him down. He probably wouldn’t. Still here I was drowning in my thoughts that I could do nothing about. If only I could go back in time and change things I thought to myself. Then I heard a voice. As I stared into the ceiling from my cradle. The voice said. You can only start from the beginning and not the middle or the end. I grew more frightful. I started to cry for my mother.But no one came. The voice appeared again. This time more mightier then before. Would you like to start over and undo all that you’ve done?  Answer NOW said the voice. No matter how hard I tried the words weren’t coming out of my mouth. Im just an infant for godsake I thought. Your wrong the voice responded. Your not just an infant. You understand everything. You know what you’ve done said the voice. Then I cried out with tears streaming down my cheeks., what is it that you want from me? What is it that you need me to do?  All I could hear was an echo of silence. Tell me what is it that you want from me and I’ll do it. Still no answer. Then I thought of saying that I’d be willing to start my life over from the beginning. But then I thought about all the adventures and the journeys and mistakes & relationships I made along the way. And how everything I’ve experienced shaped me into the man I am today.

Even if the best thing for me was to start over I couldn’t. I couldn’t Take another lesson or another heartbreak. Regardless of my regrets, I was full with this life. And couldn’t take another bite of it. If I was to start over that means undoing all the joy & laughter that came along with it. The bonds and cherished relationships I possessed. The bit of good that I did sprinkle into the world, all of this had meaning. I was content I thought to myself. “And so it is” Said the voice. Then I immediately awoke in my king sized bed in a puddle of sweat a full sized man.

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It’s happening again! The coming & going, the over indulging in shenanigans orchestrated by heathens. I often find myself Surrounded by lust demons. In love with my potential & captivated by the windows of my soul. They creep in the night in search of their next fix. I go for long walks in unfamiliar territory for the thrill of it. Often times I am unarmed with no fear in my heart. I ceased fearing death a long time ago. Fearing death is like expecting the sun to never rise. Whether we like it or not it’s coming. Losing people close to you can bring that effect on a person. Even though I walk through the valley & shadows of death.. I keep a pistol on my person if my spirit feels uneasy. I come in peace, but I promise to God i’m ready to squeeze. If left with no choice.. Rather them then me. The only son seed from my family tree. The leader of the next Generation, the next lineage will all come from me. So I have to keep breathing for the time being. I have to keep dreaming. I have to keep believing. May God’s Grace keeps me safe in the land thats not safe.

Dear Summer/ PEACE PIECE

The seasons changing. The kids are back in school.& the young and foolish laughter’s of summer days start to fade. We shared tears of joy we shared tears of pain. We shared moments we’ll never feel again. Truth is I can’t hold on to you forever. If I did you’ll just say forever isn’t long enough. That’s not fair to me because I never met forever. But she’s met me. If I don’t try how could I ever know what I can be. I must let you go summer. Not for you but for me. This my Peace Piece. I cant tell you if angles speak through numbers, But…I seen Three 3’s. So this is it. This my peace piece. I finally got my Piece & now i’m at Peace.

Are "blacks" really African?

We can sit around and debate weather or not if blacks are really Africans. But to save you time & energy, how about I just provide you with the facts. Have you ever asked yourself where the word Africa derives from? No you say? Well .. its actually not a matter of where, But from whom? The word Africa derives from a European man named Scipio Africanus.

Scipio Africanus was a roman general, born in Rome Italy between the time of 236 or 235 BC. Scipio was often regarded as one of the best military commanders of all time. Although considered a hero by the roman people, primarily for his victories against Carthage, Africanus had many enemies. Scipio intended to go to Alkebulan which is now called Africa ,after defeating another general by the name of Hannibal. Historians may disguise Hannibal as a white man. But this is in fact incorrect. Hannibal was born in what we would consider today Tunisia which is located in North Africa. Before being colonized by Europeans, Africa was called Alkebulan. Alkebulan is the oldest & only word of the indigenous origin meaning Garden of Eden or The mother of mankind. Primarily everyone in the Garden of Eden were of the complexion of a darker skinned people, like Black-negros of Today.

So now that we know where the name Africa comes from

The next question should be why this information hasn’t been taught world wide to the decedents of the Garden of Eden? Could it be the fear of a rising consciousness of the black nation once they find out who they really are? Or could it possibly be the fear of a great awakening leading to a revolt, that could happen once Blacks start learning their true history & rekindling of their true strength ? Who knows? Have you ever heard of the great saying “In order to know where your going, you must know where you’ve been” Well this is incredibly true! As a nation how can we expect ourselves to know what type of people we want to become without the overstanding the true knowledge of who we really are? If you believe in history & history repeating itself then now is the perfect time as so called “Black” People to start diving into our history more then ever. I mean think about it for a second. Do you really expect the same people that took you away from your land and everything you knew, to teach you about who you really are?

Here’s one of many prophecies I will now quote from the book of

PSALMS 49 vs 11- Their inward thought is, that their houses/Kingdom shall continue forever, & their dwelling places to all generations ; They call their lands after their own names.

This goes to show you the proof of a certain group of people that will conquer and name lands after their own name.

Both America & Africa was both named after 2 European men. America named after Amerigo Vespucci an Italian merchant. & Scipio Africanus named after a roman general. So since its very evident that darker skinned people are not decedents of the Caucasian race, its kind of ironic how in America the majority of blacks are considered to be African or American. or both.

Breaking down the First Principles

Art By MAYO OSHIN

Art By MAYO OSHIN

The First Principles theory is one that was introduced by Aristotle, 2000 years ago. It's helped individuals come up with creative innovations that truly change the world and how we live in it daily. It is a basic assumption that cannot be deduced any further, a first basis from which a thing is known.

Like a scientist, we must start with questions and not assume what we think we know. Instead, we can ask ourselves "What are we absolutely sure is true?" This form of thinking can help individuals develop unique worldviews and solve problems in ways people can't fathom. Take Elon Musk for example, things he has been able to achieve with Tesla & SpaceX most people would never think that someone would be able to achieve it. We can achieve multiple “impossible” things and discover novel, groundbreaking results.

By understanding the basic truths or elements of anything, we can uncover powerful questions that uncover ingenious gems. It's basically thinking in a clever way. Start by knowing the basic materials and build from that. By processing information from different disciplines and building a foundation of facts, we can develop a plan and improve each little piece of the plan which will naturally lead to find better substitutes.

When people envision the future, they project the current form. How many times have you heard of people asking "where are the flying cars?" We have flying cars, we just call them airplanes. Instead of focusing on the function, traveling through air, we focus on the form, which is your basic Toyota, Honda, etc. If we abandon the form and focus on the function, isn't it acceptable to see an airplane as the flying car?

As humans we often live life by analogy, meaning we compare it to something similar because we're familiar with it so we can rest easy. Rather, when we're faced with complex problems, we default to thinking like everybody else. The First Principles thinking is a powerful way to help us break out of this herd mentality and by identifying our current assumptions, breaking down into the basic truths, we can make solutions from scratch.

Many of life's innovative creations have been constructed based upon this First Principles thinking which again is boiling things down to first basic elements of things then substituting for effective solutions for one of the key parts. The best solution is not where everyone is already looking. Be wary of the ideas you inherit. Old conventions and previous forms are often accepted without question and once it's accepted, they set a boundary on creativity.

This difference is one of the key distinctions between continuous improvement and first principles thinking. Continuous improvement tends to occur within the boundary set by the original vision. By comparison, the first principles thinking requires us to abandon our allegiance to previous forms and put the function front and center.

What are you trying to accomplish? What is the functional outcome you are looking to achieve? Optimizing the function and ignoring the form is how you learn to think for oneself.

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Later that night, the fire grew larger. The entire village had been nearly destroyed due to the prolongation of the raining fires. The crop that would have lasted until the winter was gone, two thirds of our cattle gone, two thirds of the village’s livestock also gone. Several lives were lost trying to save their valuables. Either way fate had the final say so that night. The fire had begun to spread north where Ali and the others were. Deka and the other children were still up, the youngest child of Ali had a difficult time sleeping due to the smoke rising behind the mountains. The fire had not yet reached my grandfather and the others.

“Do you smell that?” Deka asked. “FIRE!!” The boy’s scream woke everyone in the hut. Ali’s eldest son saw the line of fire approaching from the southern lands. Even though the fire was miles away, he knew it would spread quickly. Ali and his family lived on the northern parts of the village, on top of the hills. The daunting flames caused distressed to those inside the house, but still they needed to focus on leaving. Tears began to flood my father’s eyes as he saw the damage done to the village he loved. Everybody remained silence as they witnessed from atop the hills, the flames consuming their homes, the village being lost in smoke and ash.

Deka began weeping as she thought of her mama and her soon to be baby brother. “The baby…” she whispered to herself, afraid that someone would hear. “The baby…” she repeated as she looked away from the smoke creeping towards them. Granpapa & my father looked at Deka as the tears to flow down their faces, hitting the ground that had yet been touched by the fires. Accepting the possibility of the entire family being gone. “Who could possibly survive this?” my father thought to himself, as him and the others continue to travel further north of the village.

They were near the village of KAZA, the most northern part of the village. The people were different from the people of KABBA, where our family is from. The people of KAZA were ruthless. They committed all kinds of iniquities a man could imagine. In this village, sons betrayed their fathers and fathers sacrificed their sons. Daughters despised their mothers and mothers abandoned their daughters. Granpapa & the others where aware of this but they had no choice but to keep going.