My Eye! by Brian Holiday-El aka TiB! The Intelligent Brother (A rough draft excerpt of my up and coming book.)

Let's Go!

The Third Eye

My Personal Experience:
In 1999, I was a nineteen year old freshman at NSU, majoring in Political Science and Economics before I switched to Liberal Arts with an emphasis on English. Three years prior I met a man who irrevocably changed my life for the better. In 1996, I entered the front doors of the Old Franklin High School building in Somerset, New Jersey, with a dual motive; to finish school and try my hardest to steer clear of trouble. This was my fifth high school in two states and I was determined to make it my last and final, but what I was totally unaware of was who I was about to meet, and what I was about to be introduced to! My third period of study was History, taught by a man named Mr. Brandon Hardison. He was a short, middle-aged man at the time. “He was a soft-spoken clean cut man with a penetrating gaze glowing through his lenses, him, my eleventh grade history teacher. From his aura there emanated a power that was at, calming yet engaging, peaceful yet compelling, and harmless yet challenging. After just one conversation with him, I resolved my self to a life long commitment to learning, teaching, and self development. I began reading everything I could get my hands on. At sixteen, my interests grew in the areas of, math, economics, science, history, astrology, eschatology, mythology, metaphysics etc. 'all of which I’d soon become critically engaged in! Through our conversations, I developed a great deal of interest in the origin of government which brought me to the likes of Socrates, Plato and Aristotle, so I studied their works in depth. From my eleventh Grade English teacher I took interest in Transatlantic Slavery and the African American experience in the “New Found Land. Following their leads to different authors and historical personalities only served to agitate my hunger for more knowledge and deeper insight. Mr. Hardison didn't return the following year, so aside from sports, music, and socializing on during weekends, I took largely to study and reflection. By the time I'd reached my freshman year in college I had amassed a considerable personal collection of books and literature and was filled with a passion to continue learning everything I could about everything I could . began a think group called Fellowship, that grew from about ten people to about eighty people in three weeks. With no other responsibilities at the time other than maintaining a satisfactory GPA, my days consisted of intense study, and my nights involved in rap sessions with like-minded individuals. But the more my knowledge grew, the more my knowledge of what I didn't know grew as well, so I began meditating on a daily basis figuring that the most important thing to comprehend was my self, so what better way to do so then to look within through meditation.
“Once I returned to college for the Spring semester in 1999, I learned that I did not have housing. A friend of mine I'd met my Junior year in high-school convinced his room mate to allow me to sleep on the floor in their dorm room. They lived on the first floor, so I was able to crawl easily in and out of the their dorm room window . In purview, these were my most productive years academically, maintaining a tenth percentile GPA.
One evening, I was walking through the campus close to mid-night with a friend when my attention began to trail off, into, and around the principle of Unity. I looked at the moon and thought to myself, “the Moon is my Mother.” Contemplating my relationship with the plants and trees and in my mind I thought, “I breathe in what the trees breathe out and the trees breath in what I breathe out.” Passing beneath a tree, I felt the center most point of my brain hatch open and surreptitiously a stupendously blissful ooze pour forth in, through, and through out the center most part of my brain soaking my pineal gland.” It persisted for sometime, overwhelming me with a hyper-acute sense of well-being and harmony. It was truly, up until that point in my life, the most beautiful mental, and physical feeling in the world I'd ever experienced: it was the equivalent to multiple orgasms taking place in the middle of my brain. It was so remarkable that I had to ask the person walking with me, “do you feel that?” He replied confusedly, “feel what?” I knew at that point that it wasn’t happening to him. I remember clearly saying to him,”everything's going to be alright.” As I walked home, the feeling subsided after numerous 'after shocks that felt like, “magmatic” fluid leaking into my pineal. After climbing through the window and settling in a chair in the center of the floor between my two roommates, I went into meditation. I felt peaceful, utterly thankful, humble, yet a bit bewildered at what had just happened. It was magical, majestic, spiritually awesome. What exactly had happened to me?

The Crossroads!

Let's Go!

The Crossroads

The only place where the faith, character, and resilience of a person meet with the

circumstances that encourages spiritual and psychological transformation is THE CROSSROADS!

How else do you really come to know and appreciate just how beautiful and wonderfully you're made

than by being tried and tested? Indeed, the path of least resistance most often affords individuals the

temporary comforts of going with the flow, but what happens when you're forced to choose between

what feels right and what is right? What happens when the opinions of others that you hold in such

high esteem fail to quell the insatiable thirst of the ego??? What do you do when doing just enough is

not enough??? What do you do when you can no longer hear the voice of the one you've relied on to

remind you of your worth??? Where do you go, when you've realize that the very thing you desire to

break free from follows you wherever you find yourself? When all that you value begins to seem worthless, for what should you strive for??? If you had no phone, who would write you a letter??? If you had no home, who would open up their doors???

Embrace the hardships that has and will inevitably befall every human being! When problems arise,

give thanks to whatever Higher Power you look to for the opportunity to improve, for this is where

hope dies and gives birth to faith, and where faith is transformed into LOVE! It is only at the

Crossroads that humanity truly finds, experiences and appreciates all that life has to offer! Don't go

looking for it, but when it comes, turn not away from it, because through it you are reborn and made

new!

The Family Mandate

Who can express perfectly the importance of family?  Man o Man...if ye but knew the Providence of thine kindred, you would at once be humbled and so blessed by the sanctity of your blood.  What I'm saying is this, WE MUST BE TAKING IT FOR GRANTED!  My mother was born 51 years ago today!  Her trials are more than the hairs on my head...her love is stronger than the pride in my chest, her patience is longer than the orb of our planet.  Without her my days would have been shortened, my errors more costly, my ignorance more lonely!  I love her and every woman and soul like hers, for they are my FAMILY!  True Love comes from within, is offered up to the closest of kin, and radiates outward like rays of the sun. Let yours be TRUE!  Say no more, tommorrow I'll tell her...him...later on I'll show them...just how much love I feel...how much I care.  Such a moment is not promised, nor is the mind, the will, or the heart to!  Listen a little more to.....FAMILY!  Spend a little more time with....FAMILY!  Treat people a little bit more like....FAMILY!  And what would we as children of the Almighty inherit??????   Yes!  HEAVEN ON EARTH!  "for behold, the Kingdom of Heaven is where?????



WITHIN!
I find it highly probable that if Humanity began  treating their loved ones as if at ANY minute she could lose them, we'd all know what it really means to be 'saved!'

ISLAMAPHOBIA: Setting The Record Straight!

 straight!!1

Perhaps by now, news viewers have become aware of the ISLAMAPHOBIA issue engrossing the Ground Zero area in Manhattan and much of mainstream media following the announcement of the construction of a Mosque at the heart of the 911 attacks.


Suffice is to say, the current polemic is challenging the fundamental perceptions of religious diversity long-held by most Americans. What I’m about to bring your attention to may very well come as a shock to people of the Catholic, Christian, Jewish, and Muslim faiths.

Most Americans are currently under the impression that America is, was, and always will be a Christian nation. In fact, so widespread is this largely unchallenged notion that I’m willing to bet that most Americans would wager their life’s earnings on it being one.

Unfortunately for many, it’s NOT! America was not founded by WASPS or Christians. But don’t take my word for it. There’s a little known and seldom referenced document called…

TREATY OF PEACE AND FRIENDSHIP BETWEEN THE UNITED STATES AND THE BEY AND SUBJECTS OF TRIPOLI OF BARBARY, authored in 1796 by an AMERICAN diplomat by the name of Joel Barlow…you can read it in its entirety using the link below.

This treaty was sent to the floor of the Senate and read aloud. Then President John Adams ‘proudly signed it into law and proclaimed it to the nation.



Article 11 clearly states

Art. 11. As the Government of the United States of America is not, in any sense, founded on the Christian religion; as it has in itself no character of enmity against the laws, religion, or tranquillity, of Mussulmen; and, as the said States never entered into any war, or act of hostility against any Mahometan nation, it is declared by the parties, that no pretext arising from religious opinions, shall ever produce an interruption of the harmony existing between the two countries. (Emphasis mine)



Now, next time you hear your poorly informed country-men, ranting and raving over the devilish Moslems, and threatening to burn Qurans in the street, have them read the intelligent brotha’s blog entitled….ISLAMAPHOBIA: Setting the record straight!!1

Sincerely yours….BJ aka Theintelligentbrotha’

http://www.stephenjaygould.org/ctrl/treaty_tripoli.html