THE MONKEY (Which Way Industry Cut)

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THE MONKEY, THE DESERT, AND THE THING WE WON’T DROP

(A Chat‑Style Run, No Brakes)

🤜Time isn’t moving forward anymore.
It’s compressing.

Past leaning into present like they’re tired of pretending they don’t know each other. You feel it when old patterns resurface with new outfits. You see it when the same arguments keep getting rebooted like a broken franchise nobody asked for.

Everybody pointing.
Fingers everywhere.
Nobody asking why the hand is clenched.

Truth doesn’t whisper.
It doesn’t negotiate.
It doesn’t need permission.

Truth arrives the way weather does.
You can argue with clouds all you want — rain still falls.

And right now?
It’s a storm front.

They keep saying “bring it back.”
Bring what back?

How do you resurrect something that never died?

That’s not revival — that’s nostalgia addiction.
That’s fetishizing fragments.
That’s people arguing over ashes while the fire quietly keeps burning in the same place it always has.

Truth never left.
It was covered, packaged, sold, watered down, then blamed for not tasting the same.

Still — same coordinates.
Same signal.
Same cost of entry.

Now…
Let’s talk monkey.

Not the animal.
Not the cartoon.
Not the insult.

The mechanism.

Somewhere — doesn’t matter where — hunters figured out the cleanest trap ever built. No chains. No violence. No struggle. Just a hole barely big enough for a hand and a piece of food inside.

Nut.
Fruit.
Promise.

The monkey smells it.
Knows it’s there.
Knows how to get it.

Hunger isn’t stupidity.
Hunger is urgency.

Hand goes in.
Hand closes.

And that’s it.

No lock snaps shut.
No cage drops.
No rope tightens.

The trap works for only one reason:

The monkey will not let go.

Freedom was never removed.
It was declined.

That’s the part nobody likes to sit with.

Because survival habits don’t retire when danger passes. What kept you alive once becomes what keeps you stuck later. The grip doesn’t ask, “Is this still necessary?”
It only knows, “This worked before.”

That’s the wilderness lesson.

Forty days.
Forty nights.
No insulation.
No leverage.
No distractions.

Strip it down to what’s left when everything is gone.

And every offer that shows up?
Material.

Turn stones to bread.
Claim kingdoms.
Prove yourself.

Same nut.
Different wrapping.

“Not by bread alone.”

Translation:
What feeds the body is not what sustains the self.

Now watch how humans replay the monkey experiment with better vocabulary.

Gold.
Silver.
Property.
Titles.
Certainty.
Identity.

To the Creator, materials are residue — leftovers of process. Useful for function, meaningless as devotion. Gold to Truth is eye‑crust to the body. A byproduct. Nothing more.

So when people leave captivity and drag materials into the desert calling it “favor,” that’s not blessing — that’s fear dressed up as provision.

Insurance against trust.

Moses comes down with clarity still warm in his hands — and panic melts gold into shape. The golden calf isn’t idolatry first. It’s anxiety with form. It’s comfort given a face.

Same trap.
Same grip.
Different era.

Now fault.

If you inherited this — not your fault.
If you pass it on untouched — now we’re talking.

Children are not guilty.
They are recipients.

The moment awareness shows up, responsibility clocks in.

Equality isn’t fairness here — it’s exposure.
Equally innocent at birth.
Equally accountable once you know.

And knowing hurts.

Because Truth doesn’t accuse.
It reveals.

That’s why people say “I believe” instead of “I know.”
Belief leaves wiggle room.
Knowing demands change.

Nature doesn’t believe.
Nature is.

The sun doesn’t lie.
Cycles don’t argue.
Truth recorrects itself without emotion.

Light shows everything — including what we wish stayed hidden.

So when Truth walks right past you and you miss it, that’s not punishment. That’s attention failure.

“If you focus on the finger, you miss the glory.”

The finger is the object.
The glory is the open hand.

Here’s the intimate part — no metaphors:

Most people aren’t trapped.
They’re attached.

Attached to what once helped.
Attached to what once saved.
Attached to what once numbed.

Letting go feels like death because identity grew around the grip.

But the wilderness doesn’t ask you to die.
It asks you to release.

And that’s the question nobody can answer for you:

Are you holding on because it feeds you —
or because you’re afraid of who you are without it?

That’s the only question the trap ever asked.

Everything else…
Is noise.

So yeah.

Who’s the monkey?

Whoever won’t open the hand
even when the door has been open the whole time.🤛

   

The Way (Main Stream Edition)

 

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The Way !

Woke up with directions; the way of the Hueman is when it has no money—when it has to not only depend, but rely on itself to live. Naturally, this is equivocal to 40 years from the book, as well as 40 days & nights; it makes hoodwinked and bamboozled more understandable.

There’s a hunting method used somewhere; after this, it will never matter. The method is to catch and not kill the animal hunted, which is a monkey (irony). The trap’s small enough for the monkey to put its paw, or hands, in the trap. The catch, or mechanism of entrapment, is food: a nut—walnut, coconut? The animal pokes its paw/s in to take the nut/s, making the paw too large to retrieve both from the trap. This is how they are caught.

Think about it—not a monkey, of course. This has been known for some time, both the trick and not being a monkey. But! are you not? Similarly, in the same situation; the difference is, it’s not the hand. This is the life. Stop looking at the finger.

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Hey seus went into the wilderness for as long as huemanly possible, forty days and nights. Not only the nuts, everything that kept him entrapped—addictions, vices, whatever. Anything binding the flesh. “It ain’t no fun if the homie O’s can’t have none.” So this sabbatical is supposed to be equivocal to the severance of the umbilicus; same thing? You think?

What about the monkey? It’s hungry or not; it smells food, or essentially knows it’s in there and how to get it. Food, a need for both. Empathy! It’s going to reach in; it has to. Or doesn’t it? Wonder if it thinks, “this is too damned e z”? Apparently not. It’s an animal. Sure! Maybe!

So, as it’s in its hand, does this trigger a harness to catch the hand? No! As told! By not releasing the food. Now, this used to be “man,” supposedly! Let’s check.

What would you do? Let go of the nut/food? Duh! Let’s say the hunter comes back later. It’s a trap. Why would the hunter come back? To check the trap, right? This is why it’s a trap. The animal had time to release the food. Wonder, in the course of time, does the animal release and retrieve its hand, just once, yo? Assessing the situation, yo, how monkeys do? Stick it back in to get the food, still unable to retrieve both. Huh!

This is where the camel through the eye of the needle takes shape. As the hunter cometh, there’s a dilemma: life or death. Avenue.

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Not death; they can be trained to get monies, or like tricks, or riding a tiny bike/trike, and other niga shytza. Yeah! Like the one that took you for a Jefferson last year at the fair. Lil’ gangsta thugs.

So it’s not a life or death situation—life or better/different life? All the food they want, clean water. Music! You’re not a monkey, an animal. Are you?

“If you pay too much attention to the finger, you will miss all that heavenly glory.”

It’s the trap, paying too much attention to the trap—or is it the monkey? Huh!

As the Hebros were leaving the trap, all types of free nuts were picked up on the way out. Only not. Plundered, peep def. Plunder: pillage, steal, when thou shalt not? Niga shytza.

It’s the trap, or is it the monkey? They still had not released the nuts/food. What had them trapped from jump?

Exodus 12:36, maybe! What was supposedly needed? It is written about “favor.” Really?

The “thing,” whatever, that had just performed nine, twelve of the most unbelievable plagues ever written, not witnessed, now has them acquire material things that’s going to make the load heavier while traveling to where there isn’t the foggiest.

Favor after losing a loved one? GIAM. Looking like a Tarzan movie.

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Kinda like this story. Who’s the monkey? Secondly! It’s materials, aren’t receipts written that anything built by man isn’t worthy of the creator, as they’re out in the desert, GIAM. Materials and the true creator are two separate situations. Gold to the creator would be similar to a bugger, turd, even that white stuff in the corners of the eyes when awakened? A byproduct of what the creator has created. Natural resources or byproducts caused by natural processes.

Who’s the monkey?

Along that journey in the book, it is written what happens to those whom couldn’t release them nuts. Read it. After Mo Mo came down off that rock. Also! If there’s time, read how yah boi sustains himself while in the “wilderness,” getting back, and who’s all up in his face?

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“Not bread alone,” it is written. Stomach touching outer lumbar. Listen! Grumbling! Angry! Highly upset, pissed off to the highest of pisstivity. Smooth with it. “Not bread alone,” it’s written. A pizza? Swear to Claude! Would’ve folded like a lawn chair. “Dude! And can I get that empire, that one there? Oh! What about that one right there, and that one over yeah? That’s the bombard right there, son!” Suckin’ on fingertips. Do the Dew, niga! WayzOut! Up against nigativity, forty days and nights off the reservation.

Mind you, this is the ruler, king, master, H.N.I.C. of every empire. Resist it three times; it will flee. It’s smarter than that now. Rec, rec, son. Or isn’t it? Tree is like ready, seta, go. Gnashing of the teeth describes (speculation) how it will send flesh bags in attempt (pun intended) to get one to change the mind. Being born into sin, with a percentage of decisions already made and those going to be made. Yah boi ain’t budged. In the game, peep it. The opposition only wants one thing (speculation). The serpent did only this: provided an avenue or option. Change the mind! That’s it. A choice had to be made, or not! Why? Let’s put it to the test.

Announce you’re about to drop a vice. “Doctor, done told you to drop pork, stop smoking, and eating ass (same ass pork?) all in one day; you should just ask, ‘How long do I have, doc?’” It doesn’t matter—anything that’s not good for you. Natural for you should be typed. As it is written, Eve stated, “Not the tree in the middle, or else we would die.” Something like that. How he (reptile) do? “Surely not!” he go. The A.I. of all his story. Alan Iverson crossover that’s still breaking ankles. Down and out.

The forty days and nights sabbatical in the book reports time away from A.C. (alternating current) energy. Off grid, peep def. Grid: grafting, matrix. Out or off of the New Testament back into the Old Testament, or direct current (D.C.). “In order to know, one must first un-know or not know.” —Bruce Lee. Bi-nese!

It has taken some time to place this in the puzzle. Another one about “being empty.” He is a prophet or Hip Hop God. Come on now. That came on the feed the other day. It’s so true, there were no words to add or take—no rebuttal. It fits just perfectly. Needs no adjusting, but let’s give it a #HHG here, here. With honor, “it reads no other before me.” Dare they go. Especially if it’s TRUTH.

That is how Hip Hop begin, 15 years. Children speaking, wailing some truth about the carnage and mayhem around them. Drugs, death, jUSt or lack thereof. A.I.D.S./HIV, etc., etc.… “There was loud wailing, for there was not a house without someone dead. It is written.” Different time, chapter, and perspective. Let’s throw dimension in so it’s not a 3rinity—you know how we roll. Oh! And testament. Seven D.D. are a mutha (wrath in particular).

Guess who commissioned this rec, rec?

Size it up. This went about tree (max) gens up, and tree back—the loss of folk! The #HHG are roughly tree to ten years younger than this #HHH gen. We view what took place then (15 yrs), the beginning of Hip Hop, as manna that was given way back when because of what it truly did. This is hidden, of course, so how could one know if it weren’t experienced? One wouldn’t. Or would they? Could they?

Technically, if it were possible to get all those cassettes, forget about it. Going tree gens this way and tree the other, there’s no concrete def of what it truly was. Is. Or is there? What if one could have the experience? Could be traumatic for many; liberating, haunting, exuberant, exhilarating. We would all have different descriptions of the same experience. Similar to trying to pick hey seus outta everybody. Forget about it. Why? Epitome of a custer fizznuck.

So! Who’s our favorite rapper? Really? Our favorite #HHG would be all of them. They all bring a different perspective to the simple Hip Hop experience. If one hasn’t noticed—and this is not to be derogatory—does it seem the greatest HHG are only in spiritual essence? Hypothetically! GIAM.

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Again, no disrespect to any among us—not a one. Those spittin’ true what we think we know as Hip Hop, peep how it became known as such. Had the power to move shytza with only words. Malcolm, Martin? Two M’s. No wonder. H8 the game. There are many that can, do, and did. Lots of them, as it faded into n dus t.

How can it be considered bringing back a thing that never left? It was hidden, exploited, saturated, to disfigure its true magnificence (lynx). But it’s still where it was left—exactly. True Hip Hop, the manna, peep def. Manna: ? We’ll w8.

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Waking up to this, while lying under the covers, there was a light. It was dark, and the blanket should be duly noted as thick; it was cold. After blinking a few times, making sure it wasn’t the static one gets after waking, yet it remained in the same spot. It favored one of the little plastic windmills from back in the day. It only had two so‑called blades that could be made out as it spun very slowly.

While attempting to see if this light is what was being viewed, questioning again where and what it could be coming from—going to the most logical: a light shining down on the side through the blanket, all while saying, you stupid for thinking that’s what it was because the blanket was too thick. Knowing this, maaaan! While viewing it—only it’s not there. Slowly peeking or pulling the blanket back to check for the light that wasn’t going to be there, because the blanket was too thick.

No, it wasn’t there. Quickly placing the blanket back, now twice known, it couldn’t have been shining through the thick blanket. There it was again, same shape, only it noticeably rotating in the opposite direction. Then this story flooded in, and the normal ADL’s had to be tended to.

“Born into sin.” A second nature, for lack of other terminology. “Sin!” Or the dehumanization of hueman. The reckoning has begun. Still calling it woke?

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So, it comes down to a simple question: whose fault is it? The logistics have been ran; now let’s kick the ballistics. If “born into sin,” this will only apply to those that were. What is going on—past, present/right now, and the so‑called future?

It isn’t your fault, yet it is your fault. Binese.

If ever asked by a principality, it isn’t quite sure the answer, assuming it’s not their fault or waiting for you to take blame. If one has a generation before them—mother & father—it is not your fault, not to be blamed at all. Now, if there’s a generation after one—children, nieces, and nephews—the innocence is then equally matched with fault. All are just as innocent as guilty, not one iota more nor a tittle less. Equality, like a further mocker.

This issue is said (hearsay) to be within—not assuming accountability or responsibility—yet assuming others are more guilty or not so innocent than others, when it’s the same for each individual born into sin.

Now, “we can assume,” peep def. Assume: suppose to be the case without proof; take or begin to have (power or responsibility); take on or adopt a (manner or behavior), sometimes falsely. There is one that wasn’t. Sure, why not?

The question then becomes, “What does he got to do with me?” Ask yourself. Go self! Or not. Just keep on assuming. Look! You’re grown—or appear as though. So why ask? Whose fault is it? Rhetorical.

Talking about equality, only to thunk? What’s the word or definition of what takes place here? Believe, have faith, or hope? Can we use assume until it can be understood? Assume someone has done all of this for us, individually or as a whole? Gave life for sins not yet even committed? And if so, not confirming nor denying, wouldn’t elder generations be in the same categorical situation? Just give it a minute.

These aren’t answers. They’re questions, because we not knowing—simply as that. Why this particular one? Assume and/or speculate all day, in such dramatic fashion.

Immaculate conception—somebody please peep def on this here. Basically means clean process of getting pregnant. Don’t believe it. Peep def, please.

How the story go? First was born or created from saliva/spit and dirt, correct? When this goes out of bounds, second was from a rib transplant. Third—and this is a 3rinity.

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Immaculate conception. “Look mom, no dad.” Hold up. Wasn’t there; confirm nor deny. There are stories of this happening long before the book? None have been confirmed, and there are no receipts. Could’ve been on a bathroom stall door. Don’t have the foggiest.

Seek truth, because it all remains hearsay at this point. This story just as un/believable as any other. Golden gossip, just like all the rest. Do you want it? (Truth) Mind you, you’re going to need it. Future! Rep reppin. The future without truth? Huh! Doesn’t that equal now?

We are here now, even as you read it—when, there’s no truth, or let’s type, not enough of it. You don’t believe this even after the disclaimer? Dig this. It’s (TRUTH) coming to now, presently, completely unrecognizable. “No one can SEE the kingdom…” technically unknown to self, basically.

Now there’s gonna be that crack head that knows exactly who they are; a pervert that knows; psychopaths? Anyone. Any one of us that knows, every one that thinks they know, that when TRUTH passes right in front of us—“Man in the mirror”—there goes the ghost or spirit. Ghost rep death. Spirit, life.

They know though, not giving up the 7Dd, because somebody done this for them, or so they’ve been told. Then, in another breath, will say, “Reap what is sowed.” Ya thunk? Talk about rude awakening. Who knows, one may just be able to pull it off. You think? Or would thunk read better? We don’t really know now, do we? Just going to take that chance, mou, mou. (Deer Hunter) Good luck with that.

This is insanity—speculative, but insanity. Let’s break it down to its simplicity. Natural or not. If not, prerogative! But come over to logic and attempt to get in. You can, but—and probably will—split tongue.

Remember, if your children go not natural, whose fault is it? Your parents? Their parents, etc., etc. Real talk. It’s not the children. They’re the victims of all fore generations. They are innocent until they become guilt of the continuation of that which is unnatural or not natural. Until then, the parent carries all the guilt, responsibility, of all past gen—gens—giving up innocence as not natural slitters through onto another or others. Not at fault until then.

All have been born into sin, and as the book and others state, it’s a vast and growing industry. We don’t have to stay in it. Only no one seems to be directing the way. Have you noticed? Assumption!

Confusion is the first rule of racism, and it’s prevalently heavy. There are only two (binary) races—this being an oxymoron within itself. Peep def race:? “Be water, my friend.” Species? One is natural; the other is not. Why think so hard? There are only two. Pick one and stay there—or not. Nature recs itself.

Sure! It’s probable to not know, considering the situation. But at this point, it was just read. You know. Let’s go a different route. Do you know which of the two you aren’t? Know—not thunk or think, believe, pretty sure. What does that even mean? Pretty sure! Definitely know, yo! To not know is considered not natural. Guess what?

Furthermore, natural is TRUTH. It has never lied—not even one time. The sun keeps this truth during the day, and the freaks come out at night—deceptive and convoluting. As the light shines, watching everything, knowing exactly when thing/s go awry—actually before.

Now it has been stated (hearsay), written? The sun/son has been swapped—celestial for terrestrial. Or vice versa. Notice the bi‑nism?

So, are you a monkey? Either way—whose fault is it? Some may, and this is special, say, “Oh! You think you know everything or think you’re smart. Cheq yoself.” One would have to know everything to make the statement, plus what another is thinking.

The middle. “The cup remains empty.” Being the first to inform them, I’m actually dumb as a rock. This is not think nor thunk; it is known. Real talk.

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As the time settles—time, you know—past and present coming together, you ain’t know? Thought err body knew this is what is presently taking place, among all the other fingers. Truth is coming—full steam ahead.

As demonstrated by the reboots, what about the insane request to and get this bring back? How can it be considered bringing back a thing that never left? Verbal insanity. Let’s type: it isn’t. My bad. What would you call it—obsession? Fetish? Sick? Not Hueman? Agree to disagree.

The rubber‑band effect. Back amongst the anchors. Mind you, this is as it appears, depending on perspective—just time. Mother’s at work, and she is busy as a bee. Something ’bout to get its ass handed to it.

“If one is focused on the finger…”

Past and present are shifting, naturally. To be healed, one must agree—know? What? Have some degree of intelligence? What? To want to be cured. When one sees that word on food, ever wonder what it was cured of? Have to be sick to be cured, right? Asking for somebody.

If you can’t handle the truth, let’s provide an avenue—because it’s coming. And get this: there is no thing, huemanly nor inhumanly, that can be done about it. Agree to disagree—it would be insane to even think one can or could, because it’s coming. Choo, choo! As they say, “it’s hard as hell to stop a train.” (Pun intended)

Gotta know—betta know you some truth, foo. Because we do believe this is going to hurt long time. Avenue. Know truth or not.

Nature (Truth) rec‑recs itself. Mother knows its trees—not 33. Knows grass. And she knows her own. Are you one?

Who’s the monkey?

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   To be continued…

The Hueman Story: (Industry Strength)

— Mega Version

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Truth, Time, and Far Present 

Seek truth by all and any. It’s healthy, it brings wellness, and it’s a discipline—a ritual—to keep the temple tight, aligned, unbroken. A lie, a non-truth, a false statement—it comes from within, theoretically. It is a spell, a chain, a tether. Either way, it binds the speaker to time, to dimension, to far present.

There are three (3rinity) versions to every story: theirs, yours, the Truth. Theirs, as filtered by perception, bias, limitation. Yours, as lived, as experienced, as filtered by awareness. And the Truth—the constant, the eternal, the immutable axis around which all else pivots. A life span can be increased twenty to fifty years simply by recognizing this—but never by attempting to hold all three at once. Let them be written, let them be spoken, heaven forbid. Don’t listen, not a word. If it must be spoken, tell it as close, as accurate, as huemanly possible. Or reap what is sown. Tell it first. Out of range of those who would distort it. No negative feedback. No corruption allowed.

Non-truths are lethal. They produce heart issues, the number one killer. They accelerate aging, or the appearance of aging. Non-truths anchor you. They trap the brain, while the flesh moves on. Think about that. A non-truth spoken today, in this dimension, stays in the far present. It repeats. It loops. Life renews every 24 hours, but the mind may remain suspended, anchored, unmoved. No future exists without truth. This is not abstract—this is reality. This is life.

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Time is layered: past, present, far present. Non-truths anchor the speaker at every layer. The flesh bag can move. The brain remains stuck. Suspended animation, yet moving. The far present is not far. It is now. It is immediate. It is the consequence of every untruth, every deception, every word spoken out of alignment.

Internalize importance. This power is innate. Birth gives it, situation at birth marks it. History is full of attempts to neutralize those born aware. Moses. Samson. David. Even young Hey Seus. Jealousy, fear, control. Insane, yes, but real. Senseless murders, early threats—systemic efforts to prevent truth from surviving generations. Yet some survive. Some inherit memory, intuition, recognition. Womb heaven. Mother is heaven. Father’s business: truth-telling. “In the beginning was the Word.” “Word is bond.”

Young J. at the fair: spitting fire, rapping with the locals, feared for knowledge beyond years. Parents come to retrieve him: “What have you been doing?” Young J.: “I’ve been about my Father’s business. I’ve been spittin hot lava.” Step/foster dad, carpenter. Mother, heaven. Truth-telling, the ultimate craft. Hip Hop as metaphor, as bridge, as proof of innate wisdom, instinctive alignment.

Memory is the compass. Recognition is the key. A way to identify truth is to see what comes naturally, what pops up unforced. If it stirs interest—green light. Non-truths offer no benefit, no tittle, no iota. “No one is important enough to lie to.” Non-truths are anchors, chains, loops. They disrupt maturation. To speak truth, one must be reborn. To mature, one must shed immaturity. Caterpillars know this.

The forbidden fruit: 7 Dd—the seven deadly sins. Anything that pulls one away from the nine fruits of the spirit is forbidden. Ignorance protects; knowledge severs that protection. Once known, accountability begins. Karma runs its course: it will protect, or expose.

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“One must be reborn to SEE the kingdom of heaven.” John 3:3. Biological age is irrelevant. A fifty-eight-year-old who lies like a six-year-old remains anchored, immature. Truth requires maturity, reflection, alignment. Disorder: to disturb the order of, to disturb the regular or normal functions, an abnormal physical or mental condition.

The 3rinity versions remind us: theirs, yours, the Truth. Non-truth is binary: one is positive, one is not. Lie: intentional false statement, founded on error, designed to deceive. Habitual lies? Dangerous. Compulsive? Anchoring. Chunkin’ um up. Binary. Simple.

Far present is the playground of consequence. Every non-truth, every misalignment, every unaccounted-for action occupies its space. Life, time, memory, and consciousness intersect. Dimensions shift. Opportunities exist to realign—but only if recognized, only if disciplined. Truth is the axis; non-truth, the disruption.

Rebirth is not metaphor alone. It is necessity. One must be reborn to continue, to mature, to internalize the power, to navigate time, to avoid the far present loop. One must actively seek, internalize, discipline, act, and align. Every untruth becomes an anchor. Every truth becomes a bridge. Every action, choice, word is accounted. Reap what we sow. Karma is neutral—balanced—uncompromising.

Life is layered. Eight million stories in the naked city. Each person a version of truth. Each moment a test. Every decision, every observation, every correction, every act of discipline, every misstep is accounted. “Simplicity is the key…” Yet pay attention to the finger, and miss the glory. Bruce Lee medley: all stories versus one truth. WWHD? One truth versus eight million stories.

Time is fluid. Far present approaches. Non-truths anchor. Memory and recognition navigate. The hueman journey is not easy. Born into sin complicates all. Principalities occupy. Programming inherited. Spiritual awareness needed. Observation and memory are tools. Self-awareness is armor. Non-truths are poison.

The Hip Hop analogy extends: young J. spitting truth, knowledge, fire. Afraid, challenged, feared. Parents confused, bystanders corrected, elders tested. This is life—truth is power. Truth is father’s business. Mother: heaven. One’s task: align, internalize, speak, embody, transmit.

Discipline, rebirth, realignment: one must live truth, embody it. Truth is essence. “Without TRUTH, we ourselves essentially become powerless.” CSI. Power: ability, capacity, potential, competency. One Blood. Accountability begins. Anchors released only through recognition, discipline, courage. Time navigated. Dimensions crossed.

All actions, all words, all decisions matter. Non-truths distort. Non-truths anchor. Non-truths age, diminish, disrupt. Far present looms, but awareness, discipline, and truth-telling reset the axis. Rebirth, alignment, and discipline are necessary to navigate life’s dimensions. One must find it. One must embody it. One must protect it.

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If you want, G, I can now take this mega-expanded story and make it fully social-media-ready: bite-sized posts, MentFlexX-style reflections, hashtags, quotes, and threads for IG/Twitter/Facebook.

Do you want me to run that next?

Naturally, Nature (Main Stream Cut)

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Nature

Except: This story is connected to the BLOOD in so many ways. If not already, attempt to read them simultaneously. If that makes any sense.

We are (Hueman) natural. Nature, aka god. Mother Nature governs, or is lord of, every dimension. In each dimension, there are certain things that are possible, or can happen. For somethings, there is less access to certain dimensions. Being born unnaturally, things that can happen per dimension are limited or trapped. Through these dimensions/time, what was normally considered natural is diminished, which will speculatively lead to death. The other scenario would be LIFE, which theoretically would increase with more access. Ex: A non truth, or lie, will anchor the speaker of said lie or spell exactly where it is spoken. Said it now, a second later past where it remains psychologically in that dimension. Ever heard, “What come around, goes around?” Life renews itself every 24 hrs.

                                         

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"This can be determined as the past, present, future of time. A non truth has the ability to halt or hinder progression through time, changing time to past, present, and far present. No future, because there hasn’t been the renewal of all. The flesh bag can pass, as it would appear, but the brain is anchored in the past with non truths. The flesh bag, although renewed, can not pass without the brain. Theoretically, the flesh bag is on one side, the brain is stuck on the other. Suspended animation with nowhere to go, repeating every 24 hours, still encapsulated within far present. Anchored to every and all non truths. There is no, can be no future without truth. This is un/not natural, psychological typing innatural = in (without) nature, similar to Insane, means one thing, without sanity. Logical! In other words, “Kray, kray.”
“Without TRUTH, we ourselves essentially become powerless.” CSI."

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So! What is beyond far present? A placebo or pseudo mirage? A projected present, or now a matrix with rotating shifts? Not sure what it is, yet certain it isn’t natural, so the other option, as exclaimed, is emanate. It’s that simple. “Simplicity is the key…”

If it isn’t natural (epitome of life), it’s not/un natural, positive or negative? Look mom, it’s not rocket science. It may seem this subjectively is in the future and be long gone. Give it a minute, that’s the far present, and it’s not far. There is no future. No kingdom, no future.

What is happening now continues to replicate, trapped in a proverbial hell with expectations of cloudy draws (underwear), fluffy g strings, and materialistic landscaping. Profound! Let’s say it is, call it an error. My bad!

To think this is future, to suggest not be here, because of being there, subjectively or objectively? Going to leave that be. Prerogative! Unnatural? Speculation! Considered “reaping what is sown?” Heaven? Unnatural into natural? Really!

If the future is what we make of it, given what is presently happening, how cloudy is it getting? No? What about a satin mauve ceiling, a fluffy hard as heck floor at your back, with matching sides that you didn’t pick out and don’t even like (casket).

Already in the garden with the serpent still, “Surely not!” Faith, faith has already been decided (assumption), as we gleefully contemplate the opposite. Yet! And get this, still consider the term future?

Twelve o’clock every day is present, with yesterday on one side and tomorrow on the opposite side. Tick, one second past yesterday, one second into the future we’re going to call today, yet walking in now or present of what was recently called tomorrow. You, we are that PRESENT of now. “Which way do you go? Which way do I go?”

Now is very precious to the so-called future. The sowing peep def. sowing: Doing something that will eventually bring about (a particular result). Are the things you’re doing right now heavenly? What about tomorrow? Suggestively & strategically! Straightening up the temple? Or not! “Ain’t nobody got time for that”?

I know, right. Disorder!

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So what happens to the non truth anchor/s? As time continues and future/far present approaches, and the opportunity, or as we know them, avenues will be of avail to correct errors made along the journey. Now this untruth may not be exact, misaligned, but there will be familiarity to it, them, depending on the list.

The book it is written about a camel, an eye of the needle. Started to type elephant, lol! Have you seen an eye of a needle? Neither would obviously make it through. This is very humorous, like Nicky states, “Not going to happen,” when discussing the rebirth with yah boi. Although funny, it is accurate.

It can (rebirth) and has happened. One may ask, “How? What do I have to do?” Or not. “No ONE will SEE the kingdom, unless he, she, they, them, etc. be born again?” Go ask, search about, call a doctor, whatever needs done to get some truth of what it kinda, almost, but not entirely means, then take it from there.

If that ONE is not you personally, wouldn’t one want to know, not trust, hope, think, heard, whom it could possibly be? Back to the question at hand. Why lie? Rhetorical question. But why? It will destroy the speaker of this spell.

When the dimension/time arrives, and it will, think it will be remembered? Are there many? That’s thunk! It’s going to be harder because chances it’s not going to be the exact tell the truth scenario are very. You haven’t studied? Wow!

There’s a saying, “Life flashes before the eyes before death.” Ever heard it? Avenue of life and death. Being born into sin is death. Born into death. Non truths decrease the vibration or frequency. If the error is not corrected, there will be no entre’ to that dimension, one mo guin. “Easier for the elephant.”

Going to simplify it here for some. Wouldn’t it be simply simpler to start telling the truth or start writing the non truths down? LoL! Which will never be around when it’s needed. By the time the non truth returns, the objective would be to have the discipline to speak the truth to get through. There won’t be reminders, no study time. It’s all happening in rhythmically, real time.

Non truths will take the speaker off course. This is explained rather accurately, eloquent, in the movie De Ja Vu when discussing what happens when time splits. Avenues.

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Read closely or not. There are three (3rinity) versions to every story: theirs, yours, and the truth. A life span can be increased 20–50 years, never using all three. Allow them to be written, heaven forbid, or stated. Don’t listen to it, not a word, and chill. If it has to be spoken, tell it as close, or as accurate, to the truth as huemanly possible, or reap what is sown. Tell it first, or out of range of them. No negative feedback or corruption.

Non truths produce not only heart issues, the number one killer, it will accelerate aging or the appearance of aging. Now, the “it’s not possible to always speak the truth” discussion goes through from time to time. Talk about judging a book by its cover. Whatever it takes to make it through the dimensions is the best advice out there. Choices!

Non truths are the incubators of the seven deadly sins (7 Dd). (Assumption) Give it a minute. “What if we don’t know the truth?” See forbidden. This is what the attempts to convey are for. #SWIS

“When we know,” peep def know: Be aware of through observation, inquiry, information. Have knowledge or information concerning. Be absolutely certain or sure about something. Be familiar or acquainted with (something). “When we know better, we tend to do better.”

Truth is rapidly approaching, and there must be preparations for arrival. Similar to the one in the book, only it’s missing the most crucial objective. An opportunity is avail to re align with it, so one will be rec rec’d. These are just words.

The yungers deserve to know the truth, agree to disagree. Although protected by not knowing. “Forgive them, for they do not know.” LoL! thunk that was for Sambo, Jake, & Stephen, LoL!

That’s for all born into sin.

If not, Deuces! Don’t need to be here. Beg the pardon.

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Seek truth by all and any, it’s healthy, brings wellness, and it’s a discipline to keep the temple tight.

A lie or non truth comes from within, theoretically. It’s a spell either way.

Would that also include this excerpt? Until the difference is noticed. We all have individually different trajectories. Which simply mean labeled as hueman/Human, being born into sin automatically changes this. Human being occupied by a principality. This gets spiritual. This occurred before arrival. For generations before, using the same indoctrinations or programmings. “There’s nothing new.” There wasn’t! Blame? Your choice’s, your truths.

A way to identify truth is memory, there’s nothing to remember. It should naturally just pop up (lightbulb). If read now, let’s say a couple of days, weeks? Whenever! This stirs up again and there’s some interest. Green light. We are truth, you, me, we. It would seem almost natural to recognize self, be it spoken words, written, however! One should know One, right? Once bitten, twice shy, ikr! Non truths have no benefit.

Not a tittle nor iota. Get this?

“No one is important enough to lie too.”

If a principality does engage in speech, it will speak with a “fork tongue”. Again, it’s another language. Elder says, “A Hueman/Human doesn’t have to return direct truth as in the book. J. spoke in parables. Does the principality wants to be important enough to be lie to?” It’s a dirty game. Never lie to a principality, it only ask questions it already knows the answers to, or thinks. It takes time and practice to know tongues, and how to return an answers. When all else fails, use “don’t know”. It will be suitable, because one truly doesn’t know how to speak to deception without deception or with a split tongue.

The hueman is such a complex mystery, very interesting and exciting. Knowing the truth, not thinking nor believing, will only bring one closer to unlocking those complexities. You are amazing, the creator knows this, has known since before arriving. Owning, understanding, learning, whichever comes first. Over-standing is similar to owning, you think? Besides, it wouldn’t be a 3rinity. Keep it simple.

“Without TRUTH, we ourselves essentially become powerless.” CSI.

Truth & power peep def. Power: ABILITY, capacity, capability, potential, potentiality, facility, property, competence, competency. One Blood.

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Can one internalize the importance? This power is innate due to the situation at birth. Note, or peep game. In the book, there are multiple exterminations of children. Wonder why? There is other murders, like Samson, David. But the children, Moses, beginning, and the Exodus. Why is that? Could Reverend what’s his name, or pastor, bishop, who ever, help with that? Read it, then answer the questions, or not.

Speculation: Lucifer is insanely jealous, can’t imagine. Its replacement is coming through the ranks. Insane to think this is going to work. Senseless murders to keep that one at bay for as long as possible. Read about young Hey Seus. J The B could feel him before they even got here, before being born into the mess.

Is the womb heaven to a child? Young yah was teaching at a young age, as it is written. Schooling folks; the elders, teachers, pharisees. Why? How? Was he speaking truth? Remember the version 3rinity. He was wise to listen. Born in the stable depicts not being born into sin, regardless of the situation. Who was after him to do what? Why? Speculation, doesn’t want the truth to be known. “The truth will set you free.” Better get it.

Three wise men rep rep a 3rinity. Peep def. Wise: having or showing experience, knowledge, and good judgement. So the genocide process occurs very early to prevent this from happening again, presently. Makes many question the delivery of the messages from the book. Confirm nor deny. Without action…? Though.

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One story about this kid, when they left him at the fair, sell barn, wherever, when he got to rap with the locals. Spitting fire at such an early age, they were essentially afraid of him. Why? Speculation: wasn’t there. Did he know so much truth? Becoming a threat to the off balance ness.

By the time the parents rec rec’d he was missing, it’s a wonder young dude wasn’t the first on a milk carton. Let’s re-date that. First on a milk jug, or goat/cow tit. One thing elders do not like is correction, even if they’re wrong. Why is that? There’s an explanation for it. Apparently, many were.

Now get this. When they (family) came to get him, and this is epic, they asked, he probably didn’t even know they had left him there, “What have you been doing?” Because folks passing them as they came in, searching for young dude, with their lips balled up, pissed off from being corrected or simply finding out the truth.

He’s a Hip Hop God by now. Young J. tells them. He goes, “I’ve been about my father business.” “I’ve been spittin hot lava.” Chunkin up deuce deuce.

Who is he speaking of? It is written his “step or foster dad” was a carpenter. Now put yourself exactly where J. is. What is your father’s business? Are you about it? Having had two, being about neither’s business. If under the same circumstances, just as he, with what he had been doing, wouldn’t it seem his father’s business would be what I wished my two father’s should have been? Truth?

He was about speaking the truth, which is his father business? But his mother had him, she is where Heaven is. “In the beginning there was the word.” Agree to disagree, this word has to be Truth, right? “Word is bond.” Or was.

Having been that boy, and now that father, just as one should, got to be about the truth telling business, in order to tell it, because it has been totally decimated from reality.

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One must find it. Mind you, as a Hueman/Human, it is duty to not only find truth, because it’s what one technically is. One must abide and live by it. Being on a journey exactly like the Hebrews in the desert, which depicts the approximate time it should take to navigate when one leaves the womb, home, straighten out the misunderstandings of life, and have it aligned to enter the promised land, or Heaven.

That book was written some time ago, which make that journey seem like a walk down the beach and back. Everything is misconstrued on purpose. Speculation! Why? How would we know to speculate as so, one may ask? Simple! There is only one truth, yet eight million stories in the naked city.

You are a version of truth, your presence is so precious. As one may read personally, one of the stories of the city, which will constitute eight million more. Eight milly multiplied by every individual on this rock is a lot of stories, right?

“Simplicity is the key…” One Truth, but “if you pay attention to the finger, you will certainly miss all that heavenly glory.” Bruce Lee medley.

All those stories versus one truth. WWHD? One truth versus all those stories. Supposed to be simple, right? It is.

“In order,” peep def. Order: the arrangement or disposition of people or things in relationship to each other according to a particular sequence, pattern, or method.

“In order to know, one must first un/not know.” Same thing J said about rebirth. Same meaning. “One must be reborn” John 3:3. This is possible, probable, but “easier for a camel or elephant through the eye of a needle.” What can this possible mean?

To lie is a test, remember the 3rinity versions to every story. Basically a language. What is a lie or non truth? Heaven forbid if it’s compulsive and habitual. Chunkin’ um up.

It’s either the truth or not. You can bring up all the other gobbage, keep it simple. Binary! One is positive, one is not.

Peep def. lie: an intentional false statement.

Used with reference to a situation involving deception or founded on a mistaken impression.

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If one lies at a young age, the anchor remains. Before maturity, one remains immature. It takes maturity to speak truth.

“One must be reborn to SEE the kingdom of heaven.” John 3:3.

One can’t be biologically 58, lying like a 6 years of age child. They can, but there’s only one age there. Disorder! Peep def. disorder: to disturb the order of.

To disturb the regular or normal functions of.

An abnormal physical or mental condition.

Can we expect a kid to speak truth? J. did. But wasn’t that his father’s business? Have you seen the football?

Would shedding immaturity to come into maturity justify a rebirth? Caterpillars do it.

The forbidden fruit? Has anyone attempted to give a definitive definition of what it is present day? Then it was an edible fruit. We think it’s that ganja, yo, that herb. Here is what’s top def of the forbidden fruit: 7 Dd. Seven deadly sins are the forbidden fruit of today. Agree to disagree.

Next one, anything that takes one away from the nine fruits of the spirit, which would essentially be 7 Dd. So if one is not aware of the 9 FOS or the 7 Dd, “Forgive them, for they know not what they do.”

Now, if one accesses this information, this forgiveness is severed. The protection of not knowing is lifted, because now one knows. It’s in there now, son. One may act as though they don’t, and the environment will dictate whether or not one has made it to this point. It has no thing to do with any other person on this rock.

One is fully accountable and responsible for what occurs from this junction forward. Reap what we sow. Karma runs it from here. It will either protect (positive) or expose any transgression (nigative).

To be continued… 

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