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and just like that, we’re one third of the way there.. thirdsdays: iv
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they say time is cents & is of the essence
if we wait too long, we might miss out on our blessings
does a patient man get less praise? is a vacant hand a symbol of ‘too late’?
they say time is since & is of the essence..
when i visit the past, is my existing past now my future?
will the future ever be presented, will the present ever be resented?
how fine is the line that defines your time from mine?
crazy, how these thoughts exist in all three parts of time, yet time has no proof of existence.
ignorance is blisters, to rid of it is bliss.
they say time is sense & is of the essence..
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more uncle juju music at soundcloud.com/unclejuju3rd
haha... definitely did not!
lol you were anonymous so i was being anomalous.
I wish I fucked you back at heights.
don’t you just love that moment where you think you’ve heard it all, then, ahh, something brand new hits your ear? shit, i do..
& my nigga o.g. did just that for me. fuck that, i call em brylan. i ain’t ever picture my nigga in this rap game. i ain’t ever think my nigga wasn’t goin to the league. i ain’t ever expect my nigga to come out with this sound, doe. sound like he been plottin’ while we been droppin’.
anyway, peep his first single ESW.
follow him on twitter @ogxlegend
thirdsdays: february edition. enjoy
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happy valentine’s day to all those that feel the love, but more importantly, to those who don’t feel the love. you are loved. you are love.
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At dawn a certain rich man
wanted to go to the steambaths.
He woke his servant, Sunqur,
“Ho! Get moving! Get the basin
and the towels and the clay for washing
and let’s go to the baths.”
Sunqur immediately collected what was needed,
and they set out side by side along the road.
As they passed the mosque, the call to prayer sounded.
Sunqur Joved his five-times prayer.
rest on this bench for a while that I may recite Sura 98,
‘You who treat your slave with kindness.”’
The master sat on the bench outside while Sunqur went in.
When prayers were over, and the priest and all the worshippers
had left, still Sunqur remained inside. The master waited
and waited. Finally he yelled into the mosque,
why don’t you come out?”
“I can’t. This Clever One
won’t let me. Have a little more patience.
I hear you out there.”
Seven times the master waited,
and then shouted. Sunqur’s reply was always the same,
“Not yet. He won’t let me come out yet.”
“But there’s no one
in there but you. Everyone else has left.
Who makes you sit still so long?”
“The One who keeps me in here is the One who keeps you out there
The Same who will not let you in will not let me out.”
The Ocean will not allow its fish out of itself.
Nor does it let land animals in
where the subtle and delicate fish move.
The land creatures lumber along on the ground.
No cleverness can change this. There’s only one
Opener for the lock of these matters.
Forget your figuring. Forget your self. Listen to your Friend.
When you become totally obedient to That One,
you’ll be FREE.
You were on your way home when you died.
It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless death. The EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered you were better off, trust me.
And that’s when you met me.
“What… what happened?” You asked. “Where am I?”
“You died,” I said, matter-of-factly. No point in mincing words.
“There was a… a truck and it was skidding…”
“Yup,” I said.
“I… I died?”
“Yup. But don’t feel bad about it. Everyone dies,” I said.
You looked around. There was nothingness. Just you and me. “What is this place?” You asked. “Is this the afterlife?”
“More or less,” I said.
“Are you god?” You asked.
“Yup,” I replied. “I’m God.”
“My kids… my wife,” you said.
“What about them?”
“Will they be all right?”
“That’s what I like to see,” I said. “You just died and your main concern is for your family. That’s good stuff right there.”
You looked at me with fascination. To you, I didn’t look like God. I just looked like some man. Or possibly a woman. Some vague authority figure, maybe. More of a grammar school teacher than the almighty.
“Don’t worry,” I said. “They’ll be fine. Your kids will remember you as perfect in every way. They didn’t have time to grow contempt for you. Your wife will cry on the outside, but will be secretly relieved. To be fair, your marriage was falling apart. If it’s any consolation, she’ll feel very guilty for feeling relieved.”
“Oh,” you said. “So what happens now? Do I go to heaven or hell or something?”
“Neither,” I said. “You’ll be reincarnated.”
“Ah,” you said. “So the Hindus were right,”
“All religions are right in their own way,” I said. “Walk with me.”
You followed along as we strode through the void. “Where are we going?”
“Nowhere in particular,” I said. “It’s just nice to walk while we talk.”
“So what’s the point, then?” You asked. “When I get reborn, I’ll just be a blank slate, right? A baby. So all my experiences and everything I did in this life won’t matter.”
“Not so!” I said. “You have within you all the knowledge and experiences of all your past lives. You just don’t remember them right now.”
I stopped walking and took you by the shoulders. “Your soul is more magnificent, beautiful, and gigantic than you can possibly imagine. A human mind can only contain a tiny fraction of what you are. It’s like sticking your finger in a glass of water to see if it’s hot or cold. You put a tiny part of yourself into the vessel, and when you bring it back out, you’ve gained all the experiences it had.
“You’ve been in a human for the last 48 years, so you haven’t stretched out yet and felt the rest of your immense consciousness. If we hung out here for long enough, you’d start remembering everything. But there’s no point to doing that between each life.”
“How many times have I been reincarnated, then?”
“Oh lots. Lots and lots. And in to lots of different lives.” I said. “This time around, you’ll be a Chinese peasant girl in 540 AD.”
“Wait, what?” You stammered. “You’re sending me back in time?”
“Well, I guess technically. Time, as you know it, only exists in your universe. Things are different where I come from.”
“Where you come from?” You said.
“Oh sure,” I explained “I come from somewhere. Somewhere else. And there are others like me. I know you’ll want to know what it’s like there, but honestly you wouldn’t understand.”
“Oh,” you said, a little let down. “But wait. If I get reincarnated to other places in time, I could have interacted with myself at some point.”
“Sure. Happens all the time. And with both lives only aware of their own lifespan you don’t even know it’s happening.”
“So what’s the point of it all?”
“Seriously?” I asked. “Seriously? You’re asking me for the meaning of life? Isn’t that a little stereotypical?”
“Well it’s a reasonable question,” you persisted.
I looked you in the eye. “The meaning of life, the reason I made this whole universe, is for you to mature.”
“You mean mankind? You want us to mature?”
“No, just you. I made this whole universe for you. With each new life you grow and mature and become a larger and greater intellect.”
“Just me? What about everyone else?”
“There is no one else,” I said. “In this universe, there’s just you and me.”
You stared blankly at me. “But all the people on earth…”
“All you. Different incarnations of you.”
“Wait. I’m everyone!?”
“Now you’re getting it,” I said, with a congratulatory slap on the back.
“I’m every human being who ever lived?”
“Or who will ever live, yes.”
“I’m Abraham Lincoln?”
“And you’re John Wilkes Booth, too,” I added.
“I’m Hitler?” You said, appalled.
“And you’re the millions he killed.”
“And you’re everyone who followed him.”
You fell silent.
“Every time you victimized someone,” I said, “you were victimizing yourself. Every act of kindness you’ve done, you’ve done to yourself. Every happy and sad moment ever experienced by any human was, or will be, experienced by you.”
You thought for a long time.
“Why?” You asked me. “Why do all this?”
“Because someday, you will become like me. Because that’s what you are. You’re one of my kind. You’re my child.”
“Whoa,” you said, incredulous. “You mean I’m a god?”
“No. Not yet. You’re a fetus. You’re still growing. Once you’ve lived every human life throughout all time, you will have grown enough to be born.”
“So the whole universe,” you said, “it’s just…”
“An egg.” I answered. “Now it’s time for you to move on to your next life.”
And I sent you on your way
courtesy of corbyn wright.
welcome to 2013, the year of the thirdgod. each & every month this year i will bless you. open your ears & mind to the very first installment of thirdsdays. enjoy & stay tuned..
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starting january 17, 2013; i will be dropping a pack of music every third thursday of every month. stay tuned..
come party with dope kulture, the coventry kids and myself at the grog shop 01/12/13; the introduction to the dopeness that cleveland will bring you musically in this new year. word.
happy holla daze.
end the world right, this lifetime. 122112 KSU