QADISHTU_MAAT's Blog |
|
QADISHTU_MAAT says: "Thank you for your..." on ~ Breastfeeding, The Nipple ~ QADISHTU_MAAT says: "AMEN...AMUN...AMIYN...AMO..." on We Call Him In Tones....AMEN QADISHTU_MAAT says: "I am a product of service..." on Vows From A Goddess knuttzo says: "EL KULUWM...YOU KEEP IT..." on <span><span><span style="color: #00dd99"><strong>The Great Arcanum QADISHTU_MAAT says: "First taught to me by The..." on <span><span><span style="color: #ff0000"><strong>Who ( HU ) Are The Fallen Angels....erase what YOU * BE * LIVE * Imayah says: "I.S.L.A.M, sista. I just..." on <span><span><span style="color: #ff0000"><strong>Who ( HU ) Are The Fallen Angels....erase what YOU * BE * LIVE * |
Days do past and hours so true -
We thank Umm Faatimah for bringing you (Baba) through!
Some seldom realize she vesseled you well
Soon teaching ALL seekers our Universal Novel
My first gaze of your glow shared from such piercing eyes
There was no reason to run or with disguise
Informed through many tunes happy and some sad,
Again WE thank you, Umm Faatimah for this “Bee” this powerful “Goad!”
Many times, I’ve read “Hadrat Faatimah” loving her grace and style. Someday to find who she IS in our epoch; her image/stance, rest so deeply within the pages of this book, 1 and 2, that I truly suggest ALL women pick up NO matter your religion – so sacred.
Dr. Malachi Z. York and more importantly Ummi Faatimah {::(1)AKA(9)::} – I’m grateful!
Salutations to you!
(19) WEAVER's DESIGNPosted
It’s amazing how slow we are to realize the vibration of our tones being used against us or should I say reversed; for in truth we are the one’s using our formulas against ourselves. I say this because Baba gave us the PRINCIPLES to: see, hear, taste, smell, and touch = FEEL with. Yet we keep attuned to numbness of our number ONE sense to KNOW (The Hidden/Mutaddhiru/AMUN).
Chavvah – from the Strong’s concordance of the bible which translates according to them as khav-vaw' causatively from 'chavah' (2331); life-giver; Chavvah (or Eve), the first woman:--- Eve. OR properly, the same as 'Chavvah' (2332) (life-giving, i.e. living-place); by implication, an encampment or village:--(small) town.
http://www.htmlbible.com/sacrednamebiblecom/kjvstrongs/STRHEB23.htm#S2332
All words are vibrations/invocations resonating from numbers. Easier stated: all things (formed) have a measurement of number (i.e. letters).
Take a look at NKV – these are the letters on the spine of most bibles printed to date. What does NKV equate to in laymen’s terms; they say: “New King James Version.” Hmm then why aren’t all of them printed with NKJV? Well here’s the reason:
NCV equates to NKV the name of Nekaybaw – in today’s Hebrew they’ve given the name (NA) Chavvah; pronounced khav-vaw; correctly spelled Nekaybaw. The insinuation to manipulate further economic stability and future demise of NEKAYBAW – through her teaching tool, commonly called the bible.
NCV numerically stands for N = 5; C = 8; V = 6. It would be to obvious to put NKB on the spines of the bible, for most wouldn’t purchase the book. Many would rather assume that NKV stands for New King James Version or believe that it is done for abbreviation purposes. 5 + 8 + 6 = 19. Which means over it are nineteen! The Qur’aanic quote from Chapter of The Hidden (Sura Mutaddhiru 74:30). The ill intent to misguide folks is structured so much that it reveals itself on the spine of these very books – Make good fair seeming – now is now to know the symbolism in ALL WAYS!!!
However, when we write out the root letters in Nekaybaw we have NKB equating to N = 5; K = 2; B = 2; which equals nine according to gematria! Mankind against Nature – She wins even still.
*KNOW*
No matter the way of this world 0 through 9 she forms again, and again, and again!
Brothers and Sisters Do Not Assume I’m Disregarding The Bible – In This Instance, I’m Giving You Fact To Another’s Purpose To Pimp & Enslave Your Seed – The Time To KNOW Is NOW – Not ever THEN!
Definitely More Info Soon Follows - a Summarization Written Of Me - Any Request - Send a Note to My Inbox....
~19~ It's time you quill your fire by your self control - releasing when it's fortunate to do so!
BY NO MEANS AM I STATING NOT TO HAVE ORGASMS - A DIFFERENCE TO YOUR APPROACH OF ECTASY - Bringing your fire back to the brain - some call it Kundalini - basically re-attunement of Chi!!!! Those who aren't feeling this - it's not for you - those who welcome a higher form of pleasure (less diseases) - learn, ask questions, become - IMMORTAL!!!
Also, not all women are here to destroy man - I am not one of them. However, I am not one to spread myself in this regard towards anyone other than - he who has quelled my soul with his - SUTUKH - Michael! Be safe learning you! SKHM ~ Kim *those of you who'd like to know the steps in keeping your SOULFULLNESS intact - request more info* or seek out any who will share with you The Secrets of Love - ARCANUM - better yet, KNOW THE TRUE FELINE you are dealing with - meow!!!
~19~ Drowning Of Tu.LipsPosted
UNQUENCHABLE Sunny sharing peeks, directing shadow’s calls
Quickly, climbing he goes, reaching TU LIPS walls
DEATH
Needy shall keep no living soul alive
Neither phalanges small, hold moist TU LIPS satisfied
BECKONING
TU LIPS rooted in rich dark cavities unknown
Dare this devil one to pluck at their hormone
TU LIPS
He dares their oily abyss caved deep
Loud cheers, good gestures TU LIPS amid jolly weep
CRYING
Locked bond in the center
Slithers TU LIPS morbidly greedy other sister
SACRED
Colorful array TU LIPS bed coos
Downing scents filled black, blue, purple hues
ALTER
Sparks TU LIPS resin filled baskets of heat
Begging You Now Mold TU Lips Fine Meat
My tulip’s cry unto the mountains of Afghanistan – I miss you!!!
Expanse across the miles knitting stillness in his heart
Someday comes an unusual one cindery polished shaped anew
Til ease removes his protecting mind she’ll softly cross his soul
Beginning with ‘her’ lone tune:
O’ Most High, guide me around your rare formed glass, chanting ‘LOVE’
Embracing all your sacred ways designed at fiery garnet scribed ‘LOVE’
Loyally rendering your blessed laws from old ashes made of LOVE’
Past moments biased uncouth o’ charming ways, shan’t hinder phoenix rising
Comfort cometh in creative vases talking a solace way
Pausing only to spice the bumpy dent embedded from potter’s wheel
She speaks to his formless dew meridian centers now ATONED:
O’ Most High, instruct me through your forgiving body chanting myself to ‘LOVE’
Never to forsake my bed – dressed strictly for your holy ‘LOVE’
Assume no sufferance ever difficult for your order sacredly delivers me to ‘LOVE’
Dawning at dusk through nightly shadow breaks
Repeating her vows attest and gowned with each breath she takes
Always Beginning In Name of The Sustainer, The Most High
Was I Too Nosey For My Own Nose???
Almost 20 years ago today, 2 women happened into a friends African store – so Impressed was one of them. She began to ask questions.
Her bionic eyes drawn to varying things of eclectic times past, questions continued. The owner so endowed bequeathed her arm to accompany him on a trip next Sunday. Ms. Nosey (me) pledged a yes as long as Ms. Shy (Marie Boulay) would follow suit.
Sunday comes; owner shows and Ms. Shy ignored her calling. As they met their journey rise – Ms. Nosey – so intrigued by her surroundings quickly decides to make this her new home – First thought is all it took!!! 5 months later her forwarding address became 717 Bushwick Avenue, Brooklyn, New York!!!
Surged with new thoughts – welcomed and confused she began to travel a great distance.
20 years later now broadcasting her trips, she asks those with glued eyes to enjoy:
A man not grandly and stout in physical stature – swayed about – preaching, teaching ALL cultures.
Many men, women around – good and evil – living self gratifying past ways; still begging man for redemption. Ms. Nosey so gullible didn’t realize the magnitude of what ugly brewed for we would eventually meet with great disaster – 2002 physical hate ensued; now they incarcerates her teacher!
Now let me share my tale with you.
Homes clustered and joined – no doorknobs affixed – no need for guards stood at each step – with a “Ninety And Nine” fold glance smirking => those whom challenge our direction.
The call could be heard many blocks away – beckoning only, the ”Sincere,” entry; gaped with green and gold frankincense – now soon forgotten! The Masjid – for prayer: Salaatul Fajr, Dhuhr, Dhua, Maghrib, Asr, Isha, Ishtar; Qur’aanic studies/ Remembrance and the varying other Sufic studies practiced- Laylatul Shil Ra’akaat Ithiyn – Night of 100 Rakaats!!! So truly missed!!!
Teaching all babies, yes, yes, some were evil and scorned – by their visible mommy’s/poppy’s syndrome of hate – this is what infiltrated our abode!!!
Asked to teach – nurturer – love 25 little ones at a time; what an awesome memory. Oh the wealth of KNOWING such joy, cheerful expressions coming from so many 2 & 3 year old boys and girls. Ms. Nosey – dressed; bathed, feed; played; groomed; taught; dedicated her heart of love to this pure innocence!!!
One time or another – mothers would come for visits – for surely Tiffal Time (baby time) wasn’t peaceful – for my lil bud’s lives became disturbed with mom’s aggressive lessons of greed – for an hour or two she’d spend and pretend – leaving her seed with nightmares of when….next visit??? These moments were so HATED!!!!
A lesson well taught: condense our belongings to NO MORE than three small containers of BARE essentials – ONLY!!!
Adults feeding for breakfast, dinner, and snack on tofu, beans and rice – as this was assumed the way to greater closeness with Allah Subhanna Wa Ta’Ala (this was my Islamic school instruction), it would make us more spiritual – in truth with much patience and perseverance it has!!! Only those who welcomed this school of thought – KNOW its magnitude of appreciation!
Sleeping neither on soft beds or cots; “dorming” not with our spouses; some slept or sneaked a door as a platform of comfort. Even others slept on the hard wood floors. Most still resumed a level of mental ease and comfort - for we were building!!! My bed consisted (at first) of 3 blankets and the hardwood floor. Wow, seems I haven’t learnt to want anything else!!! I don’t sleep on the hardwood now.
Watching and listening I soon found out: many o many of the “vexing” divas were after the preacher: wanted his child; wanted to control him; some even wanted him dead; many others truly loved him. I was his child not by this epic’s birth!!! He’ll always be my teacher!!!
There are many tales laughed – some feelings confused. No matter these are past moments shared fun. This is how Ms. Nosey became one! Not hindered nor concerned about the physical things – for lessons caught on tape – are never erased! My mental is so treasured!!!!
=================================
At present I am:
My mind isn’t wasted on trivial pursuits – gainfully at play sometimes. Even though, I am never the Popsicle itself, just the “Popsicle’s Sucker.” Yeah that went too far beyond your mini - mini belt! Not about sex!!!
As always there is only one I anoint-MGF/SOBEK/SUTUKH
MGF:Can you??? Will you??? Want to??? No matter it’s your turn for immortalization!
All others we are family no matter; don’t waste your time; his bar is too high to meet and you shan’t receive my EVER anointing! Let up – let go – be unto another!!!
NTR ~ SKHM ~ Hauhet ~ Kim L. Kendrick
~ blac crayon ~Posted
KULUWM
past sound filled sight melding void delight who shall remember
~BALANCE~
surface valley’s deep hue beginning o’ ending true who shall remember
~LOVE~
whose sundry weep, envelop knightly sleep it’s he who remembers
~ALL~
tis’ word drawn swarthy, gully pure hampering of haughty cloudy blur who shall remember
~CREATION~ |
