Honorable (Industry Style)

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Honorable

Honor—and truly possessing it. Remember the moment in the book when the Creator asked the transgressor brother about his sibling’s whereabouts, declaring, mind you, “his blood was crying out.” “Am I my brother’s keeper?” This symp here. What?

Let’s not get lost in that right now, booooooi. Focus on the blood. Gen. 4:10. Listen closely—going deep. “Listen to the blood?” Yo! WWHD? Smell it, at best. This dude wasn’t Hueman. He couldn’t have committed or perpetuated the ultimate offense with integrity. They can’t. What? Neither could the Amish, if you drag them into the scene. Pull a hoe on your ass? Fug. Bet. But his own blood, yo! Why? Envy? Jealousy? Whatever. Apply logic. This could be just one person. One. Roll him around; he’ll survive. Two hemispheres. Two brothers.

“If you do what is right,” it reads. What could he have been doing that wasn’t right? We weren’t there, mind you, but let’s speculate just a bit, using logic. Just an iota.

The fruit had been grown, nurtured, cultivated—and he was Abel (no pun) to bring an offering to the pic-a-niga. But, as the text reads, “it had no favor.” What does that mean? Favor! Peep def.: A kind or helpful act for someone else; approval, support, or popularity; preference for one over another.

The other brother brought an offering too, described as “Fat Potions. Fat!” Peep def.: possessing a lot of extra flesh, a lot of body mass, a full, rounded, thick form. For lack of a better word, it works. This brother selected extraordinary gifts; he wasn’t selfish about what to keep or give. Excited, as it reads, to offer the best of the best. Proud (see him smiling?), yet humble—balanced, cool, thankful, showing it by giving the finest to the one who made it all possible.

The other clown? Stingy. Choosing from the opposite end of the spectrum. Not willing to give away the best; instead, he selected the ugly—the culls. Peep def.: Cull! To select, remove, or control the size of a group. Ex.: Cherry-pick. Whatever he didn’t want. So technically, listen? Or not. It wasn’t the offering. All is the Creator’s; it can hear blood, dude. Com’on.

Brother man was already in his ways before the offering. Lips balled up. Principalities will distort the vessel housing the consciousness when provoked. Change their appearance completely. Downcast, as described. Peep def.: Not happy, confident, or hopeful. Eyes looking downward. The offering received no favor because it was never chosen with favor. Yet he wanted it. Go figure. Peep Gen. 4:7. The Creator letting him know, “If, mind you, you don’t do what is right…” If! Then: “Will you not be accepted?” Communication from the all-knowing. OK. Nothing promised. Speculation.

Brother was already in his feelings, predisposing his choice of lame offering. You know how you feel walking into a job—energy already radiating evil. “Will you not be?” Nothing promised. He expected nothing, and yet he expected favor. See the irony? No honor, yet expectation of reward. Outcome inevitable.

You cannot consume a pizza triangle by triangle, topping by topping, and then expect the whole to remain perfect. You can’t. Unrecognizable. Hot, distorted. Fitnah. Probably wouldn’t even recognize it as pizza. Anyway.

He lacked honor for himself when choosing, peep game. He was self-focused, wanting to keep the best for himself—we’ve been there. Vibration already on the D.L., long before the offering. He approached the pic-a-nikka shady. His brother? Operated at 9, vibin’ at 10. Choices aligned with the 9Fruit of the Spirit; giving produced a 10.

The offering? More than possession. It represented acknowledgment, reverence, honor. He showed it as best he could. Gracious, humbly expressive. “His first born.” Whole pizzas, fully processed. Appreciation given with joy and gratitude: “This is our relationship; I offer the best to you, Creator.” Without the Creator, nothing manifests.

It was never about the offering. Dah! It’s about the distribution of the heart’s fruit. Hardened hearts degrade output; whatever you scramble together reflects internal state.

Now! Hueman aligned with the higher recognizes the heart as the sole passage. One brother contemplates; the other flows with the natural rhythm of his heart. Authenticity is key. If unexperienced personally, don’t accept vicariously. Persist.

If you try to check game, proceed with caution. Immediate truth may not appear. Not your fault; generational suppression occurred. You, me, we are seeds. The truth exists. If Hueman/Human, words fail—experience transcends language. Let it go. You are exceptional. Don’t just believe; know. Be it. Get it.

When “peep def.” arises, consult lexicons. Investigate. Cross-reference. Three perspectives minimum. Misalignment may guide or mislead—breadcrumbs to truth, gingerbread houses to avoid. Each person is unique; comprehension may require iteration. “Store treasure aloft.” Depth ensures retention. Unlocking is individual.

Persistence. Peep def.: Capacity to continue despite resistance, difficulty, or opposition. Temporal endurance beyond expectation.

Not religion. Re-legion—many exist. The book is a synchronistic reference. Read or not, it’s omnipresent. Excerpts suffice. Goal: discover your truth. Until then, all enigmatic. We are slick.

Until you know. Read. Re-read. Know. Not belief, not faith, not hope—truth. YOUR TRUTH.

Persevere. Do everything: listen, read, reflect. Dock at understand. Step into overstand. Truth does not move; you will know. Feel it, experience it, tas… well! Arrival unspoiled. Embark.

Outward journey precedes inward narration. Sharing the internal is spoiler, nonsense. External experiences possible; internal experiences uniquely yours. Chains: link stops at last link. You are the link. Extend new links. Old links = past. Present discourse = old link. Future = new link.

Outcome deterministic: old link or new. New links = future. Impact for others? Indescribable. Transcendent. Feel it. Experience it. Get it.

To be continued…

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Pride Way, Way (Main Stream Vibe)

 

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Honorable

Honor and having it. In the book, remember when the creator asked the perp brother where his brother was, telling him, mind you, “his blood was crying out.” “Am I my brother's keeper?” This symp here. What?

Let’s not get into this now, booooooi. Focus on the blood. Gen. 4:10. Listen? Going to get deep. “Listen to the blood?” Yo! WWHD? Smell it. At best, dude wasn’t Hueman. He wouldn’t have committed or perpetuated the ultimate offense. They can’t. What? Neither can the Amish. Fug around and pull out a hoe on your ass. Bet! His own blood, tho, yo! Why? Envy? Jealousy? Whatever! Put some logic on it. This could be one person. Just one. Roll him around; he’ll be alright. Two hemispheres. Two brothers. “If you do what’s right,” it reads. What could he have been doing that wasn’t? Now, we were not there, mind you. But we are going to speculate a lil’ bit here, since we’re in logic. Just an iota.

The fruit had been grown, raised, cultivated, and he was Abel (no pun) to bring an offering to the pic-a-niga. But, as it reads, “it had no favor.” What does that mean? Favor! Peep def.: A kind or helpful act that one does for someone else; approval, support, or popularity; preference for another, group, or over another. As it reads, the other brother brought an offering as well. As described: “Fat Potions. Fat!” Peep def.: having a lot of extra flesh on your body; having a lot of body fat; having a full, rounded form, usually wide and thick. For lack of a different word, it works as described. This brother had chosen some wonderful gifts; he wasn’t selfish with what to keep or what to give. Excited, as it reads, to offer up some of the best of the best. Proud (see him smiling?), but humble; so wonderfully cool and balanced. Showing it by being thankful, by giving the nicest to that which made it all possible. The other clown was stingy, choosing from the other end of the spectrum. Not willing to give away the best, rather the ugly — the culls. Peep def.: Cull! To select or choose (someone or something) from a group; to control the size of a group of anything. Ex.: Cherry-pick. Whatever he didn’t want. So, technically. Listen? Or not. It wasn’t the offering. All is the creator's; it can hear blood, dude.

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Brother man was already in his ways before the offering. Lips balled up. Principalities will disfigure the flesh bag in which it is contained when provoked. Change their entire appearance. Described as “downcast.” Peep def.: not happy, confident, or hopeful. Of eye: looking downward. The offering wasn’t looked at with favor due to it not being offered with favor. Brother didn’t even choose it with any favor. Yet, he wanted it. Go figure. Peep Gen. 4:7. The creator letting brother know with his greedy SSA. Peep game: “If, mind you, if you don’t do what is right?” If! Now, “Will you not be accepted?” This is from the creator. OK. Would — now, this is not to question, knowing the drill. And it may read differently depending on edition. “If you do what is right, you will be accepted?” The knowing all creator asked this question, though. Wonder why? Nothing is promised. Speculation! Brother was already in his feelings while choosing the lame offering. You know how you’re feeling going into the job. Already radiating signs of evil of the 7 Dd. “Will you not be?” “Will you not be?” Nothing is promised — could be why it is written in this manner. He knew he wasn’t in favor to begin with and was expecting an ataboi. Really? See how you do. Having no honor yet expecting WHAT? What can you expect when you already know what is reaped…? It’s the only thing coming.

You cannot eat a pizza, mind you. A whole pizza, triangle after triangle. Get what you want on it, whatever! Then turn around (pun intended) expecting to dump a perfectly round, beautiful, hot pizza to go with everything you put on it before you ate it. You can’t. Unrecognizable, to say the least. It’ll be hot and something fitnah, go for sho. Probably wouldn’t even know it was pizza at all. Anyway.

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He had no honor for himself when choosing, although now, peep game. He was all that he was thinking about. He wanted to keep the best for himself — we’ve been there. He favored himself already, which could mean his vibration was on the D.L. long before the offering was presented. He WENT TO THE pic-a-nikka shady. His brother chose way up in the 9’s. Vibbin’ at a 10 frequency. Meaning he made all his choices from the 9Fruit of the Spirit, giving the best, making it a 10.

The gift offering was special. Not only for him to have had it to give, but in appreciation. It was his honor, and he showed it the best that he could. Very graciously humble. Descriptively humble. “His first born.” Pizzas. Whole pizzas that had made it through the processes. Enjoying how the process worked to the point he humbly gave away the best he had with joy and thanksgiving. Like, “This is how well our relationship is going; I’m going to offer the best to you, Creator.” He couldn’t have done it without it (Creator).

It will never be, never ever been, about the offering. Dah! It’s about the heart’s distribution of the FOS that will ever count. As the heart hardens, the product suffers, along with whatever you can scrounge up to make a decent offering.

Now! Hueman up to, along to whatever a higher being — the heart is the only passage. Don’t think, you’re not good at it. One brother was thinking; the other was just flowing with the natural rhythm of his heart, which is the only way to stay in favor. It has to be natural, real, or genuine — well, the other is self-explanatory along with your rhythm. Now, if this isn’t personally experienced, don’t believe a word of it. Keep it moving.

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Now, if one decides an attempt to check game. Proceed with caution. Mind you, it’s not going to immediately show signs of truth. This is not your fault, and you are not to blame. Due to this form of communication being buried for some time now. Generationally. You, me, we are seeds. A way to look at it? It is there. If Hueman/Human, however preferred. Not a word but so much more amazing than a word. Let it go. You are a beautiful being. Don’t believe it. Know it. Find it. Be it. Get it!

When you see “peep def.” get a dictionary, find the word, and read it yourself. Don’t just take the word verbatim. Enforce, then re‑enforce the truth of what is being read. Always get at least a 3rinity of opinions. Or more. Or not. The word may be misaligned like pebbles or bread crumbs leading to the truth and away from the gingerbread house. Unless you want to go to the gingerbread house.

All being different and uniquely complexed, the uptake may take attempts, tries, to get where it needs to be for safekeeping. “Store your treasure up high.” If it doesn’t make it a certain depth — if you will — it’s harder to remember. Like a code. See what works for you; only you are capable of unlocking this. Not us, me, nobody is this special. Only you. Not saying people aren’t, but for this task? You’re the special one.

Persistence. Peep def.: the quality that allows one to continue doing something or try to do something even though it is difficult or opposed by others. The state of occurring or existing beyond the usual, expected, or normal time.

Again, this is not a religion or re‑legion — they are many. We use the book for synchronicity. Point of reference shared mutually, unbiased. Have or not read it. That book is everywhere and can easily be gone an’ got. It doesn’t even have to be the entire book. Webster says you can type just a few: words, book, chapter, verse! Whatever! Just want you to find your truth. Until then, we are just as unbelievably as anyone else. We’re not, but would that not be the point? How would you know? We’re just slick like that.

Until it is your TRUTH — where you know. Read it again — you know. Not think or thunk, believe, have faith, hope. A coupon. Things of the past. Relics. No thing but the truth. YOUR TRUTH.

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You know it. You persevered and done everything you could possibly do, including listening, reading others’ take on whatever. Until you pull up & dock at understand. Where you can then come out of the ship and overstand. The truth doesn’t move — never has, never will — and you’ll KNOW when there. You can feel it, tas… well! We not going to spoil the arrival. Begin the voyage.

This is an outward experience. To begin typing about what happens within is known as a spoiler or pure rubbish. Only you will be capable of this. We are capable of using another’s experiences but only so far. Like a chain’s link. It stops at the last link. The chain is that long. But you are a link, having traveled the length of the chain. Your experiences must provide for an entirely new link. Or will the story end on an old link? Where we are presently. An old link of past. Same link, talking about future. No one forging new links.

What you see is what you’re going to get: old link or new link. New links are the future. Get It Please! Not just for you — and this is the most spectacular of a reason why — you. What is an added bonus, if you will: this impact for others is beyond words. Indescribable. Out of this world, into the future. Just words. Feel it. Experience it. Get It.

To be continued…

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