Truth vs Proof and Reflections from my about me section of my Facebook…

February 6, 2010 at 9:39 pm (Uncategorized)

“Truth Versus Proof Part 1″ by Erik Negash- Truth does not need  proof to exist, and it is no more or less true with proof as without it, but I find that our society offers a great many proofs that exist to support untruths- for example “scientific research”, paid for by a company via indirect channels, that supports the buying or selling of said company’s good and services.  Another example is when enlightened gatherings intentionally omit teachings that may dilute their solvency, political potency and/or numbers.
“Truth Versus Proof Part 2″ by Erik Negash- Furthermore, there are many who criticize the one who speaks of truth with authority, as if she is condemning others, when really it is perhaps that she is ignorant to untruth, having known truth only, and she is merely questioning the world around and within her so as not to feel like she is alone! =)
Computers, though I am proficient in their use, are secondary to the nature of my being.  Without being under the influence of anything I have been blessed to appreciate aspects of the beauty of creation that excite and amaze me.  A picture, or any other symbolic representation of- a sunrise, or the beautiful smile of a virtuous woman, can never compare to the real thing.
Dignity.  If we are to go forward we must diligently resist oppression in all its forms- even psychological.  Ideals make for weapons most horrendous in the hands and mouths of those who recognize such an  ideal’s value inwardly- yet choose to actively outwardly express the value of said ideal as being equal to, or even less than- a convenient substitute.   (by Erik Negash)

“Truth Versus Proof Part 1″ by Erik Negash- Truth does not need  proof to exist, and it is no more or less true with proof as without it, but I find that our society offers a great many proofs that exist to support untruths- for example “scientific research”, paid for by a company via indirect channels, that supports the buying or selling of said company’s good and services.  Another example is when enlightened gatherings intentionally omit teachings that may dilute their solvency, political potency and/or numbers.”Truth Versus Proof Part 2″ by Erik Negash- Furthermore, there are many who criticize the one who speaks of truth with authority, as if she is condemning others, when really it is perhaps that she is ignorant to untruth, having known truth only, and she is merely questioning the world around and within her so as not to feel like she is alone! =)
Computers, though I am proficient in their use, are secondary to the nature of my being.  Without being under the influence of anything I have been blessed to appreciate aspects of the beauty of creation that excite and amaze me.  A picture, or any other symbolic representation of- a sunrise, or the beautiful smile of a virtuous woman, can never compare to the real thing.
Dignity.  If we are to go forward we must diligently resist oppression in all its forms- even psychological.  Ideals make for weapons most horrendous in the hands and mouths of those who recognize such an  ideal’s value inwardly- yet choose to actively outwardly express the value of said ideal as being equal to, or even less than- a convenient substitute.   (by Erik Negash)

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Baby Teeth (original song lyrics by Erik Negash, as Ymadjiri Renasonce) copyright 2007

February 6, 2010 at 1:56 am (Uncategorized)

Verse 1:

I let the silence be the rhythm, déjà vu another optical riddle,

Renasonce is the object in the mirror- a cocoon… or a prophet to be revealed?

Can you stand still long enough to watch the moon cross the sky?

As it circles the earth so quickly would you even recognize it… as it travels the thousands of miles that looks to us to be five inches or so?

Sculptures of scope our mind sculpts to fit inside our skulls

My shoulder grows so cold to balance the fire that glows in my eyes and pulls my pulse so close I cry to try to quench the flame…

To climb an inch- then that is distance gained- this just can’t be all there is to risk as rich aristocrats all rush to grab their fame

Should I be wolf or sheep- and if a lamb, should I wear wolves’ clothes? I lit this lamp. A blunt rolls. A plucked rose withers- a cobra slithers over it…and all the wood in the world can’t build a single breath or hold it in- like all the beautiful girls who break my heart because I’m holding it too close to my chest to touch…

Before I know it, I’m alone…again…with my baby teeth…

Chorus: “Baby…these are my baby teeth…In case you haven’t figured it out…Like a portrait with words from the Root to the Crown, you see my baby teeth every time I move the crowd…its just my baby teeth…These are my baby teeth every time I open my mouth… Like a portrait with words from the Root to the Crown, you see my baby teeth every time I move the crowd…”

Verse 2:

My every single description is vivid like the colors that I wear on my shirt- with a hint of false ignorance mixed in for good measure

See the emcee’s artistic instinct is to describe how he describes- in the good sense good at being “bad”- in the bad sense bad at being nice

Whatever happens, I give thanks… whether its (for) emptiness or things that I can describe- as far as the five senses, it’s uncensored and live

I say to the wise, “If you’re so wise, why does the sun set- just to rise?”

Fire burns but so does ice- my destiny’s on the horizon-

Things that I can see with my two eyes…How is it a mirror can show it twice- or several times faster than a computer, without a single gigabyte?

In this age where they photoshop baby pictures…to sell you baby diapers..and everything is post-post-modern…The stereotype IS they stereotype us…So when you experience prejudice pretend you didn’t notice the names they called you as they kicked your teeth loose when they assaulted you…When you tell your friends about it- if they have skin lighter than yours…You leave that part out so they don’t think you’re playing the race card..I miss my baby teeth…

(Chorus)

Verse 3:

And so you hold it in- imprison the pain- because you know that someone’s had it worse than you, you summon a courage written in stone, and it hangs suspended there- frozen in stillness…and you’re forever changed like how you can never make bread fresh once staleness sets in…

So soon have we forgotten lessons-learned…

Ignorance sets ill intent loose

Innocence that’s in a sense, lewd, lured many into the trap that’s called excess

Because of easier access…

Da Vinci Barcodes

The Mark- it owns the market

Axes are being sharpened and exits are being barred…but we don’t notice ‘cause they keep us obsessed with not being bored…

Evil shifts on its axis- where you work is one of its organs…

Whether you’re for or against the forecast, still the weather advances….

Seems the fork has roads in it…like words are in a man’s tongue…and Life and Death are in those words like there’s odor inside a skunk…

So many assorted memories in my sordid collection…of broken metaphors and distorted reflections I call my baby teeth…

(Chorus)

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Discipline, Part 1.

February 1, 2010 at 10:25 am (Uncategorized)

First and foremost…while I am still a nobody, as far as society’s propensity to equate Divine Insight with monetary prosperity…let me state for The Record…that all glory for anything good I do…I know must be from and to… the MOST HIGH…This I say while bracing myself for the negative repercussions that this society teaches us we must expect when we say such things, even when we are inspired to say such things by those whose actions demonstrate that they wish us the most harm, despite their voiced/temporarily physically enacted intentions.  At this juncture in my life I will say that I am not afraid to say that to practice selfless Love is Divine, and its cost is discipline. To attain this, I will do my best to actually enact discipline.  Love you, all.

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Respect (in focus)

January 25, 2010 at 8:50 pm (Uncategorized)

When people ask you how you are doing, or what you have been up to since the last time they have seen you, it is usually with one of two purposes in mind.  It is either “a”- they care about the success they believe will happen for you, and want to know how close you are to achieving it- and maybe want to help you along, or “b”- in asking how you are doing, they are checking to see if the failure they believe is your destiny- has occurred yet.

As I see things: If you seek to be in the “a” category with everyone, you will fail often, and when you succeed, it will be temporary, for this approach shows immaturity, as people have got their own life that exists solely outside of your frame of reference.

This as well: When you interact with a person, and something in their voice or manner suggests that the reason they are asking has switched from “a”, to “b”, do not waste your time trying to change things back to the way they were- from “b”, to “a”- for that is catering to one’s own ego, which will likely lead to you actually meeting the failure they have decided is your fate. Neither should you consider it a loss.  You either never had their respect in the first place- which is a realization that it is best to come to NOW, rather than NEVER- or they do not have enough respect within themselves, as a quantitative component of their being, to be able to share it (respect) with others in meaningful ways. Strive instead to understand exactly WHAT respect means to others who surround you- across cultures, forms of spiritual awareness/religion, and socioeconomic conditions- so that you thus have more respect within you, overall, either to share with others who DO comprehend and reciprocate your respect for them- or to keep for yourself and nurture during those times when people are actively underestimating you, writing you off, and/or casting you to the wayside.  Remind yourself each day that you are a part of the beauty of creation- unique, and yet one with all that is truly alive.  For even just this you deserve to be both respected, and loved.

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