“All we have to do is stand up.”
Literally.
The picture depicts “slaves” on all fours, arranged in a square at the bottom, with greed and corruption stacked above them. Agree to disagree. Standing up is supposed to end the situations occurring above them. We see it. We get it. But let’s change the perspective—because this perspective, with the slaves on the bottom, is backwards. Speculation.
Peep game.
The top was built by the slaves, yet they’re shown beneath it. So here’s the real question:
Did they build the structure on the top and then fall to the bottom?
Or did they build it where they are, and the value flowed upward?
Good question, huh?
Check it. As the picture depicts, the workers are on all fours at the bottom. Read it out. Now don’t interrupt—this is building.
They built the top, which is old—outdated, decaying, in need of an update. Now look again. Right above the workers, there’s space. Darkness. Gaps. As told, we don’t truly know what occupies that space. That’s important.
Here’s where the thirteen percenters chill. They’re standing up—not touching a thing. The highways and byways of this sick little psycho fugged (corrupted) disorder. The thirteen percent could include technology—technology built by the workers—that caters directly to the top layer.
This is where gravity changes.
Anything below them is pulled toward the middle. You won’t see this at first glance. Here, the middle shares with the top. Exploit the booty (resources, labor, ideas). “The Rose That Grew From the Concrete.”
The lower level is essentially the garden.
The middle is the school-to-prison pipeline: entertainment, sports, religion, influence, distraction, aspiration. From the bottom, this middle can look like heaven—figuratively, of course.
Because if hard work produces, or one gets pregnant (pregnant—fertile with an idea, invention, or potential), and the middle can profit from it, one might get the come-up. We’ve witnessed this play out. This isn’t something made up. It’s not creativity—it’s experience.
View the photo once more, if you will.
Now picture Hip Hop.
We’ll come back to this.
“Pregnant” is used to depict an ideal (idea), an invention, a creation—language chosen to ease the tension of what’s being read, not to avoid it.
A garden.
Do you know who you are?
Do you want to know what you are capable of?
Not saying we can help with any of that.
Not saying we “know who you are.”
Just a fielding question—preparing for what’s to come. Work with me.
You are the most incredible creation on this rock. These are only words—understandable and unbelievable at the same time. So we’re going to test this statement.
It is tagged the garden because of how it is raised. Water. Food. Care. Investment. Vitamins. Structure. The making of “productive citizens of society.” Agree to disagree.
The key word is raised.
Peep the definition.
Raised: embossed; lifted or moved to a higher position; brought up.
Again—“The Rose That Grew From the Concrete.”
So if the structure was built from the bottom…
If the energy flows upward…
If the middle extracts and redistributes selectively…
Then when those at the bottom stand—truly stand—do they rise back to the top, or does everything above them collapse downward under its own weight?
That’s not rebellion.
That’s physics.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Now picture Hip Hop.
Not the genre—the position.
Hip Hop was born in the garden. No debate there. Concrete floors, limited sunlight, pressure from every side. Raised (lifted, brought up) with scraps, broken machines, and borrowed electricity. Turntables instead of instruments. Rhymes instead of resources. Bodies instead of capital.
Creation didn’t come from abundance. It came from proximity.
Hip Hop is what happens when the bottom speaks to itself loudly enough to be heard above. It is the sound of workers discovering language. Rhythm before policy. Expression before permission.
But watch closely.
Once Hip Hop stood up—once it straightened its spine—it didn’t immediately overthrow the top. It was intercepted by the middle.
The middle said: We can distribute this.
The middle said: We can amplify this.
The middle said: We can make this safe, sellable, and repeatable.
School-to-prison-to-entertainment. Same hallway, different doors.
The garden produced. The middle curated. The top collected.
Again.
The artist becomes pregnant (fertile, generative) with an idea. The middle profits from the delivery. The top owns the hospital. The workers applaud from the waiting room.
From the bottom, the middle still looks like heaven. Lights. Stages. Jerseys. Contracts. Visibility. Escape velocity. And sometimes—rarely—it works. Someone gets through. Someone gets rich. Someone “makes it.”
This is how the system sustains belief.
But belief is not ownership.
Hip Hop, at its root, was never meant to kneel. It was posture correction. It was standing before standing was allowed. Wide stance. Bent knees. Balanced center. Ready.
Breakdancing on cardboard wasn’t play—it was physics.
DJing wasn’t noise—it was engineering.
Graffiti wasn’t vandalism—it was presence.
MCing wasn’t entertainment—it was testimony.
Hip Hop stood up first internally.
That’s why it scared people.
So when the picture tells you, “All we have to do is stand up,” it’s only telling part of the truth. Because Hip Hop stood—and the structure didn’t fall. It adapted. It rebranded. It monetized.
Which brings us back to the image.
If the workers are on all fours at the bottom, and Hip Hop rose from there, then Hip Hop proves something uncomfortable: standing alone doesn’t invert the pyramid. It feeds the middle unless awareness changes direction.
The picture is backwards because it implies posture is the final act. It isn’t.
The real inversion happens when the garden recognizes its own value before it’s filtered. When creation stops rushing upward for validation and begins circulating horizontally—among builders, not brokers.
When the rose stops asking the concrete for permission to grow.
So ask yourself, when you look at that image again:
Are the workers low because they are weak?
Or because they are still building something that hasn’t finished collapsing yet?
And when they stand—
Who benefits first?
That’s the Hip Hop return.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Now, if there were a fruit at Wally’s (Walmart) one could go get, bring it home, begin growing it, and it produces more and more fruit. I know, right? Speculation—remember?
It could be sold to make the money back and live happily ever after. This is why there are no seeds anymore. Does this read familiar? “Idlewild peaches?” Just a little—maybe.
Garden of Eden.
Except one has to buy the fruit, and there is no garden. How did that happen?
Wait.
This is the best part.
The garden—the lower level—is where the fruit is. Another type of fruit exists on the middle level, with the proceeds going to the top level, gathered from the bottom, or garden. (The Hindu social system.) Kind of cool, huh?
Basically, it’s not rocket science. You’re eating your money. Duh. Told you—it’s not rocket science.
The same fruit could be sold, exchanged, bartered—peep def (definition)—for other things needed. Go out to make it in the garden, come home, and spend it to keep it rotating.
But wait.
You’re the fruit.
Give it a minute.
“How am I the fruit?”
Great question.
You are a creation, created by the Creator. Using logic—any issues? Thank you for coming.
Created in its image. It looks exactly like each and every one of us. That’s where it is. Each and everyone.
You are truly beyond words—typing to you, truly beyond words. And yet, here we are. It’s just words.
The magic doesn’t begin until one knows this—not think or thunk (thought), but know. Know this reality is connected to Natural Law.
Now, the garden has fruit—but no fruit.
See the point?
Fruit with no fruit.
Wow.
T—totally. Nada.
If the garden produces fruit, and the fruit is removed before it can seed, then reproduction is interrupted. Consumption replaces cultivation. Eating replaces growing. Convenience replaces continuity.
A fruit without seeds looks complete—but it ends the future.
That’s the trick.
The middle packages fruit already stripped of its ability to reproduce. The top profits from scale. The garden is told to keep buying what it already is.
And when the fruit asks why it’s tired, broke, or confused, it’s told to work harder—never to grow itself.
Natural Law doesn’t punish. It reveals.
If you eat the seed, nothing grows.
If you sell the seed, something multiplies.
If you don’t know you are the seed, you keep chewing.
So when we say “there is no garden,” what we really mean is: the garden was externalized. Monetized. Framed. Sold back as imagery, not land. As promise, not soil.
The garden didn’t disappear.
It was moved inside you—and then ignored.
That’s why this reads familiar.
That’s why it feels obvious after it’s said.
That’s why it sounds like speculation but lands like memory.
Fruit with no fruit.
Now—
Ask again.
“How am I fruit?”
Another great question. Stay with me.
How are you the fruit—that is the question.
Are you familiar with the process of a diamond? Sure, we could use other examples, but please allow me to answer the question this way. A diamond begins as coal, which comes from another story we’re not going to get into right now. Anywho!
Time. Pressure. These forces cause it to become a glass of sorts—valuable, like fruit—called karats. But isn’t that a vegetable? All this has been rebuked or binese (business). Reportedly untrue. We’re just going to stay in the First Testament long enough to arrive at a point, if that’s alright.
Like fruit—same thing.
A rock, sure. There’s going to be some swap-meet Lu (lure, illusion). It’s business. The natural (key word) process is more favorable—fruit. Natural now, or was. Lu likes to one-up nature. (Putz.) The impostors can be pricey as well.
How would we know?
Who said we did?
But real folks want real fruit. Theoretically need it. Not materially—that stuff is for perpetrators trying to impress because their eyes are bigger than their bags. Sympz (symptoms). Purely assumptions.
In the early seventies, the fruit began producing fruit in the garden. Before this, there was another—and another—and another—going back to the fifties, before prohibition. No rec (records), rec just a guesstimate. One was called The Numbers. One was Jazz.
Both stimulated the economy in the streets—natural, clean, and very much needed at their perspective (respective) time. Providing some hope. A blessing? An opportunity to stay in—or get ahead of—the game. Aka the lottery now. Again, natural.
In the book, this happened as well.
Exodus 16:12 — “This is the bread…”
Now didn’t hey seus (Jesus) say—peep game now, or not—Matthew 4:4, “Not bread alone?”
“Don’t concentrate on the finger,” Matthew 3:8.
The Hindu social system?
So—how am I fruit?
As Hip Hop began, fruit was produced by fruit. What is fruit? You know what fruit is. Peep def (definition).
Fruit: reward; a seed-bearing (seed-structure) of a plant.
Told you.
Are you sweet?
Do you have a family tree?
That sums up plant.
“Works without action… or activity… is considered dead.”
Are you capable of producing offspring—children, child, puppy, guppie (guppy)—more fruit? Would this be considered having a seed within?
Seed—peep def: a small object produced by a plant (family tree) from which a new plant or fruit can grow. The beginning of something which continues to develop or grow.
This is a sad question—but for lack of a better one: have you received any compensation for the work provided to others?
Rhetorical, I know—ikr!
Fruit working for another fruit—be it compensation, or working for the other nuts. Work with me.
Hip Hop was a blessing for many of us. Some may not even know this. It saved lives and stimulated a decimated economy—this may or may not include socially. During this time, under that type of pressure.
What pressure?
What do they call good Hip Hop—music in general? Gold. Platinum. Diamond.
Every artist produces a product—a fruit—that can then be sent to market, where they can be compensated for it. Which is another story.
“Ain’t got time now, you hear?”
Cassette tapes were the product—the fruit—being produced that could be sold or traded for other things needed.
“If you focus too much on the finger…”
Hip Hop was manna. It kept the youth productive. Instead of spotting for drug buys and being involved, some even came out of the trade to become #HHG (Hip Hop Generation). Bravo!
It kept them creative. It kept them alive.
“Can we get a witness?”
Pastor Wit!
What was said and shared on these cassettes was inspirational—hope, information, the news. It was the jump-off.
Get this though.
It was natural. Clean. Very much needed at that time.
And they said it was only a fad.
Until it went next level—exploited and weaponized.
There’s a definite difference between real tru (true) Hip Hop and industry rap—or flip-flop, as it’s called. Hip Hop is roughly positive. It’s art. The other is not. Nigative (negative).
Disrespectful to moms, daughters, aunties, sisters, grandmothers. Niiiiiiiga! Not Hip Hop.
Although the times were nigative, Hip Hop grew and gave growth away from the dirty—not the South, the other dirty.
They were kids—having seen battlefield trauma—writing about it therapeutically, making it somewhat positive in its beginning. Don’t get it twishted (twisted).
East Coast was preaching about the crime—jUSt (justice) or lack thereof—drugs, etc. West Coast, similar at times. The South, though, came with similar content—but glazed with a sort of gospel tone. It’s still there.
Now don’t thunk (think) we’re about to get into that ur ro jc (Eurocentric, jesus christ) picking who’s the best bs (bullshit). They are all—which makes #HipHop universally GREAT.
Ya dig?
So many awesome strands.
What part of your car is the GOAT?
Kinda stupid question, huh?
Immature, maybe?
We love Hip Hop. Period.
Way over here—off topic—getting all moist and fuzzy.
So in the thirteen percent—or middle level—someone just shared a video online about this level. View it as a conversion station—or not. It converts that which comes from the lower level, or garden, into what is palatable for the upper level—for lack of a different description or understanding.
Thirteen percent has, and always has been, the percentage of fruit counted—which doesn’t include the lower, which is greater than the thirteen—representing only a selected demographic of fruits. A select, hand-picked amount. Or, mildly put, those that benefit the upper level. Mess around, and be back on the ground. What? Back on the farm, working in the garden. Bet.
As Hip Hop made its way through the cuts—being redefined, dismantled to fit—remember when it started? Can we get a witness? Ever hear, “It’s too black, can’t understand what they’re saying?” In so many words, that was the cry as Hip Hop entered industry.
As it split into other genres—Gangsta, Thug, Trap, House, etc.—staying close, blending with R & B… all was under Hip Hop, though. Aka strands—like bud. Same thing, exactly.
It was illegal long enough to get the competition off the street. Now it’s everywhere—respectfully, under medicinal (purposeful, conscious use). No one ever got a trophy for gangster or dirty south rap. Could be wrong. “Hard out here for a pimp.”
It all usually falls under Hip Hop regardless. Standing corrected.
Is it positive? We get it, fully. But will the youngers? Dig the song. Personally, it’s truth from a different perspective—but the short Ee (early ears, young listeners) aren’t going to just hear this. They grow words like seeds. Another story.
Hooduzzled (hoodwinked) or bamwinkled (bamboozled)?
That’s the entire point.
If it’s natural—coming to the fruit to continue being productive in society—it’s deemed illegal. This, in itself, is illegal. Natural Law hasn’t been broken; the man‑made, so‑called law that deems it illegal is exactly the same as what’s (hearsay) being done to it.
Can’t type Hueman—because a Hueman is aware of it all and abides by Natural Law. It’s the only true law. It signifies that this is greater than the Hueman and allows us to remain humble—not insane.
Why is this important?
Another good question.
Truth.
Because we have the essence of true Hip Hop—literally—containing the first fifteen years of the beginning, along with the other strands it split into: MentFlexX. No one was there. It’s exclusively experience.
Also, it’s important to know this time so that it doesn’t happen again. The first time was the blueprint, and they called it a fad. We got waxed, though. That’s an L, fam. For real.
This time—knowing it’s going to generate multiple strands again—because it’s geared for the most important fruit: you. All of you. Don’t ask. It’s greater than we.
How can Hip Hop be MentFlexX now—or vice versa?
How can it not?
We captured the experiences in its essence. You’re focused on the finger—or not.
Hip Hop is manna, provided from a different dimension. ’Bout to get deep. It came at the correct time, under precise temperature and pressure. An accurate time, rhythm, and schedule—spreading into health, wellness, and fitness.
Similar? Yes—because it’s the same thing, just different dimensions.
We are also universal.
Passed the fad stage long ago—around industry, on to truth—to share what has already come through once in our time. Now others can share in the same experience, or what true Hip Hop produces—other than dope music.
An opportunity to do the same thing.
If fruit—if seed onboard—and the work one does is compensated equivocally (equitably).
In the book—do you remember what happened to the manna?
Exodus 16:20.
This is what happened to Hip Hop after it went industry. Don’t get it twishted (twisted). It’s still there—or was. A few still carry the torch of the raw, as well as the other genres. It’s there—but one would have to know true Hip Hop.
“Everyone is in Hip Hop; Hip Hop’s not in everyone.”
Oh—the picture. Peep game.
Turn it over. Or upside down. It doesn’t really matter—maybe on the sides? The flow will remain in the exact same place. Keep building in the garden, and all will migrate to positive construction—then converted to some mess.
Peep game as it reads: “STAND up.”
For what?
Anything built starts on the bottom floor—foundation, ground, etc. The pyramids were built ground up—or not. We wasn’t (weren’t) there. They still stand. Get the point?
What is built in the garden should elevate all.
Remember, the top used to be the bottom—as it grows dilapidated. They need to rebuild it—or would like to. As the bottom is being built, it is going to merge, if we may, with the top. Beginning crossing over into ending.
All we’re saying is: we got next. That’s what’s up.
It reads a mess—which will have been dealt with before the expected arrival. There’s nothing that can be done except prepare to be ready.
“Get ready. Be ready.”
How do we know this?
The beginning has already begun.
So—
2 + 2 = ?
This isn’t about fear. It never was. It’s about remembrance. About timing. About cycles completing themselves whether we’re ready or not.
Mother isn’t coming to punish—she’s coming to collect balance. That’s how it’s always read. The book didn’t hide that part. People just skimmed. Or focused on the finger.
Natural Law doesn’t yell. It doesn’t threaten. It corrects.
When structures drift too far from what sustains life, they don’t get destroyed—they expire. Like manna kept too long. Like fruit stripped of seed. Like systems fed beyond usefulness.
That’s why standing up was never the point.
Building was.
And rebuilding.
What’s being asked now isn’t panic or belief. It’s posture. Readiness. Alignment. Doing what should’ve been done already. Yesterday. Last year. Before convenience replaced cultivation.
The garden never left.
The seed never disappeared.
The work never stopped being the work.
What changes is who remembers.
Storms don’t announce endings—they announce transitions. They remind us that pressure creates, that heat reveals, that grounding matters. You don’t argue with thunder. You listen to what it does to the air.
So when the picture says “STAND UP,” read it again.
Stand to build.
Stand to carry.
Stand to return what was borrowed.
Stand to stop mistaking extraction for progress.
Because the beginning has already begun—not as noise, but as quiet preparation. And those who know, know.
2 + 2 doesn’t need solving.
It needs acknowledging.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
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 archetypal, spiritual, and psychological significance. The need for the subject to be 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 Dionysus: born first from Semele, and when she was dying, Zeus saved him by sewing him into his thigh and keeping him there until he reached maturity.
The Sanskrit term dvija (“twice-born”) in the Hindu social system refers to 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, 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 elaborates on the idea of 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
Joseph Campbell emphasizes the second birth as essential in the developmental process and notes 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
William James describes 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…
No comments:
Post a Comment