U.N.I.T.Y. GO
U.N.I.T.Y. peep def. Unity: a state of being in full agreement, a way of combining the parts in a work of art or literature so that they seem to belong together.
“No one is born hating another person because of the color of his skin.
People must learn to hate, and if they can learn to hate, they can be taught to love, for love comes more naturally to the human heart than its opposite.”
—Nelson Mandela
An elder spit this awhile back, before talks of reparations.
Peep def. reparations: something that is done or given as a way of correcting a mistake that you have made of a bad situation that you have caused.
He was hot, talking about so n so religious posse should’ve known by now. Maybe they knew, you know how some have this ability to dumb themselves down as to reduce the friction, they’re going to endure anywho. “Yasssssa boss, weeez an tihs.” Just playing. Know anything about this work personality err body got but can’t seem to remember just now. See how you do. Back to the lecture at hand though. He went on a rant, cussing and kicking that real. On about it’s written right there (the book) no one seems to be able to see. Can we paraphrase? Thank you! Here it go. How many went to holla at Fay Row? Mo Mo and his squad, how many? 4-8? Gotta have at least two depending on truth. Mo had been to see the so called god that sent him to check Fay, after how many times? He ducked out a few times cause he was skirt or #SLT? “Get A a Ron to do it.” He go. “You know I got this, this, this impediment yo!” He went tho, being the point, him and his crew. After Mo got them signs. Who wouldn’t go? niga! After that hand got fixed boooi! Allllriighty then. They go to the palace and get Fay’s attention, he laying round in his harem, concubines, and things, with his Hefner on. Smoking that la la, that loudest. All the way from the valley (Nile) yo! Don’t know what you talking about. We weren’t there, mind you. Speculation and assumptions goings on up in this piece. Mo be like “Yo! Fay, Fay Row, come’er (waving) let me holla at you for a minute dawg.” Winking at the cuties, psst. ☎️ me, girl, you better holla at a niga. Stop playin! For reals. Anyway he talks to Fay. Straight to the point nothing huge. Feeling himself cause he’s with his manz a them now, but mainly that’s what he was supposed to be doing. Exo 3:10 He had direct orders. Being all brody he go “Look here niga! Let my people go.” Then bounced. Fay Row was high, he prolly ain’t really heard him like that, and was laughing about it. Like, “no he didn’t.” All things a little hazy, then goes, still laughing, “Yo! hol lup. What did you just say?” Before Mo and the crew had bent the first co nah of that first long corridor on their way out. You know, the long one outside the parlor. So they shuffle back, they was ready, in battle mode though, you know how breakdancers do, or don’t you? The lil homies stretching and flexXin an ish. Him and his B Boyz a few B Girlz, the first human beat box. No boom block, them ztihs was to heavy back then, they were o Gg yo! Fay was like whaaa! “Who say? Nah! Dude, somebody gotta tend to this work round here.” I’m not having nor hearing you. Put his thumbs in his ears and started the first la la la la Lah song to drown him out. So, they started rapping and breaking which got Fay’s attention. “All that energy lets put it to work.” he say. Now peep the psychosis, by making it harder yet demanding the same quotas. Go figure. Sound familiar? Anybody? It’s all in Exo 3. Peep game. Could be some minor changes we weren’t there, again this is what elder was rambling about. The point being. It was only a few that went before Fay Row. How many have requested the propers from pilate? More than tree? To many. Send one. They can have a crew, don’t send rev wit or pastor wanna b. They would tell you no even if told yes or ok then, bet. You know how you do, and done already done it. With yo sambosis having has. What?
One for all. Unity. Count all the other times before as dry runs, or trials, regardless of who or how many have gone. Prep err body, send in one squad, regardless of the reply. Watch the weather. Now don’t send seven, ten times and then watch the weather. One for all. It is written, if there’s an issue with the big words, pull back, don’t go. The next time will be the first time, U.N.I.T.Y. Get that candle burning. They’d be telling all twenty eleven of yaw, twenty twelve different his stories. Another point elder made was the do it yourself mentality is matching pilates (equality) basically trying to sharpen iron with iron. If it’s already written why invent another wheel. Put the book to the test christian’s. What are you scared of? Impediments? Them sweet folks can go in and folks across the lakes and ponds already knows bout that. Ever asked them how they do what they do? Don’t get it twishted yo. Who’s has already shown us? Powernomics. Who’s acting like they don’t know? Can’t blame it on the M.C.s this time. If there’s a need for some testosterone or calcium for the visit and backbones or lack thereof. Holla at a niga! Fug n punks. What? nigaz all in the kool aid, don’t know the flava.
“Choose your leaders with wisdom and forethought. To be led by a thief is to offer up your most precious treasures to be stolen. To be led by a liar is to ask to be lied to. To be led by a tyrant is to sell yourself and those you love into slavery.”
~ Octavia Butler
Elder say he can’t go, cause he’d be wearing his slap a hoes for sho. Not to mention he’s on his third. They still running that bamwinkle, hoodboozle bs? Oh! They say he try’s err day, but he can’t see that well any more. The keys are where they’ve always been. He doesn’t remember. They just leave the car open so he can go vent when he gets like that. That damned news will light him up err time. He’ll jump up and put his gloves on and walk right past the keys. We’ve been wanting to let him have them, but run into trouble trying to decide who’s going to ride with him. Always some excuse. “I ain’t paid my insurance.” But it’s his car. “No my niga, life insurance.” Why won’t someone take him? Here they go. “We would, but the way the checkin account is…” FOH. They know he’d get something did. Like trouble. He doesn’t hear well, but talks like everyone else has the hearing problem. Yelling and ish. “Turn your aid up or on when I’m talking to you son.” You know how they do. Where you wanna go Pops?
”Cap it tol. It’s where I wanna go.” With the spaces in between. Err time. He gets his check, so we already know. He ain’t going nowhere. Talk a quik game then takes a nap. He be alright.
What could do such a foul, animalistic, thing? It’ll feed children to gators(sic), it will hang a person, burn a person all while cutting off pieces of the bodies for souvenirs peep def or not. Souvenir: something that is kept as a reminder of a place one has visited, an event one may have been to. Something that serves as a reminder.
We’ve been reminded. What? If it’s agenda which would be considered worser? Same mentality or lack thereof. WHAT? niga 🚩🚩🚩 Yup! We’re throwing flags. Queen mothers, all future mothers stay healthy, be vigilant and be safer.
The objective of U.N.I.T.Y. will be to theoretically go through the🪡 . Now, expect some black 🐑 🐑 to throw the schedule off if allowed. Perspectively, Mo Mo had some h8rz, but he went tho yo. There was a 95-98 % positive ratio. The one sent will go for 2k people, per say! the black 🐑 will go for fewer. Favor to the one with the most support, fewer attempts. Objectively going one on one with Fay Row. Be he here or there. One will go to all, regardless of how many, pilates is the same, them nigaz got the script on lock yo. Make it a 3rinity. The 1 he that’s goes/Mo Mo, 2 pilate/Fay Row, yo uncle and 3/CREATOR. Now, those with no clue watching the finger, that haven’t been paying attention to the weather. It being uncanny for this TIME of year. When one has been decided upon, this being the most important, go see Fay Row again. No need to have lunch, brunch? Or be up in the club. Repeat the request, don’t ask. “Serve it cold with a smile.” Elder say. “Break out, no forwarding address, no number where to be wretch. Chunk’um up on the way out if one must.” Achieve this 3rinity. Mark the time, day and set it to repeat, tree, six months later. However long the sign will last. Rome wasn’t built in a day, one can bet it didn’t take eight weeks to get Fay Row to concede. That niga needed them slaves yo! Wasn’t getting no 💤, couldn’t catch 🪵. Bitterly 🥶 yo! Itching and scratching, pulling bugs out of erry orifice, sipping on the finest chateau’, Bordeaux merlot, wtf? Blood? Mad dana mutha shut cho mouf. Elder say, “that niga was dead fo water even touched him.” “How do know this Pops?”
We asked. He go “after going through all of that ish,(plagues) then riding out after them.” Picture this or not. “They pull up to the beach, spotting the rear of the clan not yet on the far bank. And they’re out, down to the sea floor, never to notice it was dry, never to marvel that the sea being held back on both sides, not for a minute. Blood lust intoxicated. Blazing. Never thunk it was a trap. Pompous af. Getting near the center of the sea watching the last of the Hebros climb the bank getting out. Fay Row noticing he’s got 🪵 as the water became loosened from the sides.” “Died on the spot fo he even got wet, hear me?” “Last words, Well I just be gd.” “How do you know this Pops?” We ask him again. “The niga had anteriormammosis.” he called it. We 😵. Once we found out what anteriormammosis (arteriosclerosis) was, we 😵 again. Say he couldn’t take it, prolly fell off the wagon to get trampled on fo the water closed in on the rest. Hebros up on the bank buggin’ off how close they came to death, nevertheless cheering and screaming “Get thee hence futha muckaz.” He ain’t say that, that’s speculation, assumption?
Count the next visit as one, go back on the agreed upon date. This is the finger, do not focus on it. Watch her, study and learn her. It’s 🌧️ now. Just an observation.
Peep game. While in the desert what did Mo Mo and the bunch use as a guide? Like it helped (40 yrs?) but, anyway. Due to the principalities (agents,🐑) they brought with them. Too many, as it’s written. She got rid of a few of them nigaz for worshipping a swap meet idol though, what?
After Mo came down with the tablets. Those that had flipped got tossed and it wasn’t no salad as it is written or was it the plague? It don’t say nothing about a salad does it? Agree to disagree. Who saw the movie? Time, rhythm, schedule. The objective is to go as many times as Mo went in the book. Maybe less maybe more, Possibly, “it’s be a long time, I should’ve of left you.” All should want this. Will it work? We don’t know. We wasn’t there when Mo did it, we’ve made that abundantly clear. Objective would be the process. Don’t want to be 👀 like fools, huh? Too late. What ya boi say?
“What have you got to lose?” Homer! Great question in retrospect.
Everything that happened out in the desert was between the hebros (huemans) and NATURE. So called god is mentioned, peep game though. Exo 17:1 Water from a rock, the folks that made the idol attempting to get back into second nature, There will be black 🐑 🐑 till there isn’t. As it is written. “The manna came down like dew.” Irony? Thunk not. Two wrongs won’t make it right. Elementary right? Meaning, if a principality goes it’s going to equal nothing. Two nigatives, expect it. If you was that person. It’s written, you can be😡. We aren’t cool with principalities anywho.🖐🏿 🖐🏿
#WWHD? Who you sending? Who you got as dope as Mo Mo? Ain’t nan niga on this rock that dope yo. Mo Mo was an #OG yo. Merked o’dude for fug n with fambo then pulled a JB.
Jason Bourne foo. Only yt guy that can travel across the universe while being tracked by the cia in just a ball cap for a disguise, wasn’t big on walking on water, but could get to where he needed to be.🪡 . Mo out lived all the witnesses of the crime yo. Before the ten tho yo. Before! Then was chosen by the god yo, having favor and ish. Who you know 🏈⚽️🥎🏀 like that? Who? Brang’um out. Brang’um out yo.
Sure you worked for it no disrespect, hats off, whatever. Allowing and assisting, you have, it to dehumanize the children. #FWYTT, as you continue to go get your doses of shut tf up, that’s what it is. Hour, two, only saying amen, preach, and whatever else to break the monotony. For what? Elders report they’ve gone to bible study, sunday school what tf ever? Twenty, thirty something years. For what? Doctor, lawyer go to what five, seven years. Nine, congrats, niga and paying in? SMH. Symp biz kitz. There should be something for all that time, attendance certs? You playing. What? Or being played? Faren please check the math. No more natural causes of death. Got nigaz hanging out waiting ain’t thunk about no one else but self, possibly a spouse they can put up with. What? Think about it or not. A g/grand a thousand years. There’s your great again. Shaw Ee like eww. The contrast is sensational, that’s life. It’s eww due to sight👁️, how we see and picture elders. The struggle will do that to a person, the unnatural, the choices. Thinking begets worry when there’s not a damn thing we can do about majority of what’s on the brain being minded. It’s not your fault. Well it wasn’t. If it’s not within reach, physically, don’t worry about it. “Do the birds worry…? Peep def worry: stop it. It’s a nigative, its been calculated to age us similar to dog years. Why? 💜 rate. That’s what got Fay Row. The mo skeletons, the faster the 💜 rate. Aging becomes rapido. Things in our past will anchor us to that past, causing blockage, worry, stress. Coupled with an awful die it. A hardened heart. “Let’s get Mikey.” What some are eating now, bugs and animals won’t eat. Try to pinch off a piece witcho stingy ssa and throw it outside. Time won’t even touch them ztihs. Back in the day, the bugs wouldn’t snatch us and whatever we had up, gone for tree, fo days, a week getting back maybe. They ate what we ate. Not now. Is this a good sign or not? “Do the birds worry?” A steady forward projection? Nah! Dawg. There’s no future. Same place. The bots and techinese are present to address past anchors we aren’t hueman enough to address. Elder said “mature.” Not mature enough to address. Typing corrected. A change is going to come. May your 💜 be in it. If it’s on the brain heavy, heavy on the mind what does the❤️ say? Can’t read it? “Know Thyself” Listen. It’s, Wait a minute. You can’t understand your heart, and be up in err body else’s business? Psst! niga, that’s worser. The chains, tethers to those anchors aren’t long. How long? Where? Does it matter? Apparently. Can it be done? What can be done? #WWHD? Hip Hop bayb. What? That’s what sets it apart from all other genres. Time, rhythm, schedule. Now don’t go getting it #twishted. All genres rose at their prospective #TRS. But were you a part of them generationally typing? Bout to go heavy.
Homie O, peep def or not. Homeostasis: a relatively stable state of equilibrium or a tendency toward such a state between the different but interdependent elements or groups of elements of an organism, population, or group. Now, this def doesn’t include environment. May have to search around to find it, if to see if this is rubbish or not. It’s been hidden. The environment is key. The homie o is as close to a so called god as oui get. Oh! You and I. With this there is life in abundance. It don’t stop. If over looked, it can kill you. #WwM. It isn’t sol yet, it’s spirit. Stay with us. A hueman/human is phenomenal peep def. And never allow anything tell it differently. The homie O connects hueman to greater the creator, which is then sol. Sol being communications or a relationship with her (creator). This being just outside of us. Sever the sol, we have flesh bags. Surly not! No need for a you are the fruit reiteration is there?. Once pulled from its source, what happens. Gen 3:3-4. The point being. The hueman gathers data consistently, good and bad, pay attention with sense. Five of them. Sight, sound, taste, smell, and touch. First nature. This crew is down with yo homie O or spirit. Just like Mo Mo an his posse. All this data good and bad is processed and stored. Phenomenal we type you. Equilibrium is about balance, peep def, no prob. So, let’s pair it to why #HipHop is dope. The children which is going to be the anchor to all of this. The children. Now may be some speculations, some assumptions, but there’s going to be a def point. The children were in a war zone, literally. Imagine if possible the environment. Can’t do it? Nah! You can’t. So how you claim to know a gd thing about it? Digress! My bad. Touchy subject. You can’t because they were able to be in that environment and create fruit that told stories about it, what they were doing in it to survive. Saved a many of lives. Thank you #HHG. Don’t focus on the finger or the heavenly glory will surly be missed. Real Hip Hop is a conglomerate of fruit. Universal yo! Just like the book. Anybody know where to get a few bushels of manna? Can’t do it? Why not? It’s special. Now, the environment was hostile, yet they were producing manna. Why them? Speculation! The older gens were caught in the traps, following the money with no return. Prison or death. Out of nature come a process totally organic, totally brilliant, and totally legal. Where they get that there? Remember soul music? What about soul food? Not merch of it around anymore huh! Is it being hidden? Sol begets soul. Sol is dying. Allow an reiteration. Your soul is dying. Not because it’s hidden. It’s due to not knowing it is there. How could that happen? It’s within us all. Oop! Pardon me. The spirit is within us all. O rev. wit be tantalizing yo spirit he do. “Doors of the house is open.” How does we know exactly what that means? Yup! Indoc. My bad! Not what was on the mind? This is a proverbial kumite. First nature and second nature. Life or death. Who wants to die? Who wants to go to hell? “Alright gawd, i’mo let you drive, jus can’t be living like this no mo.” Now what? Back into the lie. Have you taken a forty day sabbatical peep def, after coming out yt as snow? Nah! An this will answer the question. In the sabbatical def. It reads paid. Anywho. Trapped! niga! Trapped!
Wanna wait for hey seus? niga! You can, it’s prerogative. “What we need here is more cow bell gd it.” #GIAM No, what we have is the illusion of future, fake believe. We’re gonna need that action. See or not. We’ve been 👂 before. We have the ballistics, but would rather not disrupt the process, now. Peep game.
"The mind at birth is like a blank slate, waiting to be written on by the world of experience" John Locke
Here is where they need the truth, Luke 18:15 “The Kingdom of God. It reads they already have it thus. Future is neutered at birth, wondering why the children don’t know and are confused? No you don’t, because you know this. Speculation! Luke 18:15 Is the finger presently. Now! written in the past? No? Just read, past it now? No? Children are the future. No? “like a little child…” #A2D If they are anchored in the now which will quickly be the past, how can they be the future? Surely not. What could do that? Really? Condemned to what could be thunk as the same fate. Condemned to the same fate? The 4 wasn’t carried or the R wasn’t divided into this cipher, symp bizkit. Creator help us. That’s a terrible miscalculation. The attempt to contain the future is absurd or is it to have the one up to where you’re technically not going. LoL! We truly are our worst enemies. Contain maybe to confining. Suppress peep def, is more accurate. Suppress: subdue, conceal, forcibly put an end to, prevent the development, action or development of, restrain. Would you looky here. Who wo, what could do such a dimwit thing as this. Next up. Why? Subdue the future? niga!
“Those with sight will become blind, those that are blind will have sight.” If one can crack this parable, my manz and them did this morning. It may get you to readjust somethings. Alignment. Chances and odds of catching ⚡️ in a bottle are greater. How do we know? Who said we did? Thunk again, this is greater, larger, bigger than us. All of us. Anchored in the past, expecting their future or what could’ve been theirs. Natural recipe for, well! Let’s just think along a positive plane and stick to what is written. It’s there, so this won’t be he said she said. It is what it is. She’s already decided how its going to be. Forgive the judge mental speculation. And the name 🫵🏼 📞 .
Did you know “get thee hence” can not be changed. #A2D Sensei: One must understand their place in life. Peep game now. Just because someone turns their back or manipulates a situation to place one in the rear doesn’t alter the reality. Like having an older sibling, there is nothing that can be done to change places. The truth remains the same. Why is this important? Elder mentioned that at times folk will attempt to get thee hence 🚩. Why would an attempt be made? A psychological attempt to alter a permanent reality. Twenty principalities can be standing in front. Natural law remains. Not made by hueman or anything less. Any attempts made can’t change truth, reality, or nature. What would do this? It ain’t hueman/human. That we know.
There should be only one thing feared. Not manning a post. We are born with a specific purpose. Not knowing what that is. Should be the single most feared situation in our entire lives. To not executing it. niga! Not only scary for us, it sparks a fright for anyone else that isn’t aware of this situation. One is not at fault for not knowing, more protected than anything. But for not seeking? It changes the entire arrangement. And that’s scary. It truly is. We’re forgiven for not knowing, but for not seeking. Booooii! You would thunk there’s some explaining to do. Assumption! niga! Really? All that time and you thunk “Well, see what happen…” Really? “We reap what is sown.” And all you have is a speech. 🥱. Some have miss interpreted the word “Action” This is real. Second nature, “Good, that’s what a niga gets.” Hueman, “seek truth.” Not ours, mine, or anyone else’s. Yours. It’s the only ticket. Think outside the flesh bag. Look around you. “Do the birds worry?” Why then do you? Sure, we can all say, we’re not. That’s scary. #WWHD
To be continued….
BORN AGAIN or TWICE-BORN
Thoughts from C. G. Jung, Joseph Campbell, and William James
The symbol and myth of the dual birth or being twice-born has an archetypal, spiritual, and psychological significance. The need for the subject to being born again or reborn to him or herself and to a new worldview is an essential step in the initiation and individuation process.
In Greek mythology the most well-known example is of Dionysus born first from Semele and when, while she was dying, Zeus saved him by sewing him up in his thigh and keeping him there until he reached maturity.
dvija, (Sanskrit: “twice-born”) in the Hindu social system, members of the three upper varnas, or social classes—the Brahmans (priests and teachers), Kshatriyas (warriors), and Vaishyas (merchants)—whose sacrament of initiation is regarded as a second or spiritual birth.
In John 3 Christ speaks to this,
“I tell you the truth, no one can see the kingdom of God unless he is born again.
How can a man be born when he is old?" Nicodemus asked. "Surely he cannot enter a second time into his mother's womb to be born!"
Jesus answered, "I tell you the truth, no one can enter the kingdom of God unless he is born of water and the Spirit.
Flesh gives birth to flesh, but the Spirit gives birth to spirit.”
Jung speaks to this idea of a spiritual rebirth and its role in the individuation process.
“I might mention, for instance, the motif of the dual descent, that is, descent from human and divine parents, as in the case of Heracles, who received immortality through being unwittingly adopted by Hera. What was a myth in Greece was actually a ritual in Egypt: Pharaoh was both human and divine by nature.
In the birth chambers of the Egyptian temples Pharaoh's second, divine conception and birth is depicted on the walls; he is “twice-born.” It is an idea that underlies all rebirth mysteries, Christianity included. Christ himself is “twice-born:” through his baptism in the Jordan he was regenerated and reborn from water and spirit.
Consequently, in the Roman liturgy the font is designated the “uterus ecclesiae,” and, as you can read in the Roman missal, it is called this even today, in the “benediction of the font” on Holy Saturday before Easter.
Further, according to an early Christian-Gnostic idea, the spirit which appeared in the form of a dove was interpreted as Sophia-Sapientia Wisdom and the Mother of Christ. Thanks to this motif of the dual birth, children today, instead of having good and evil fairies who magically “adopt” them at birth with blessings or curses, are given a godfather” and a “godmother”
The idea of a second birth is found at all times and in all places. In the earliest beginnings of medicine it was a magical means of healing; in many religions it is the central mystical experience; it is the key idea in medieval, occult philosophy, and, last but not least, it is an infantile fantasy occurring in numberless children, large and small, who believe that their parents are not their real parents but merely foster-parents to whom they were handed over. Benvenuto Cellini also had this idea, as he himself relates in his autobiography.”
C. G. Jung, CW9.1 ¶ 94
Campbell emphasises this second birth as essential in the developmental process and bemoans its absence in the Western World.
“Society has provided [children] no rituals by which they become members of the tribe, of the community. All children need to be twice born, to learn to function rationally in the present world, leaving childhood behind.”
-Joseph Campbell
James talks to the process of rebirth as a moment of redemption and illumination,
“The [Twice Born] process is one of redemption, not of mere reversion to natural health, and the sufferer, when saved, is saved by what seems to him a second birth, a deeper kind of conscious being than he could enjoy before."
William James
How do we enact this rebirth?
Through symbols. Symbols are the gateway to this process of rebirth.
“Salvation is a long road that leads through many gates. These gates are symbols. Each new gate is at first invisible; indeed it seems at first that it must be created, for it exists only if one has dug up the spring’s root, the symbol.”
C. G. Jung
To be continued…..
