Friday, September 2, 2011
Meet the totally reformed MCA...
That's right, folks, from now on the only MCA I acknowledge is the Mutant Chinese Association, as beautifully represented by the talented team who created this catchy video inspired by BERSIH 2.0 (hence the 709 tag). Go to their Facebook page and give them a LIKE - at least!
I nominate Namewee for President of the Mutant Chinese Association :-)
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Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Solara to lead 10th Gate Activation in Chiapas, Mexico, on 11 September 2011

The Keynote of the Tenth Gate Activation is
LIVING TRUE LIVES AS TRUE ONES
by Solara
Tenth Gate opens the door to living our New, True Lives. This is possible because we are now emerging as True Ones. True Ones follow their Heart's Knowing at all times. They know that they are always in RIGHT TIME - RIGHT PLACE, even when it doesn't appear so. True Ones have released all expectations of how life should or shouldn't be. They embrace the Unknown. True Ones don't need to pretend anything and don't need to play games. True Ones living True Lives don't need to seduce and they don't need to hunt. They embody PURE HEART LOVE and emanate a natural authority. True Ones are real humans who live with honesty, integrity, openness, and Love. They are Masters of Service and once they fully emerge, they become genuine Keys.
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| Solara heralded the 11:11 Doorway and activated it on 11 January 1992 |
Our New True Lives are not necessarily what we think they might be. They are a combination of our most personal dreams and desires merged with the fulfillment of our True Purpose. They are perfectly aligned with who we really are. They are stripped down and simplified. They are honest and real. They are fun and fulfilling. In our True Lives, we relate to others in an honest, true way with mutual respect. Our New True Lives are already within us, waiting to be activated.
Tenth Gate will definitely activate something huge from the depths of our hearts. It will immeasurably strengthen our Trueness. At the same time, it will unmask all that is false. We can't pretend to be True Ones anymore. We have to walk the talk and actually live our Trueness. That's what is so exciting (and perhaps challenging for some.) Once we Choose our Direction and get on our right track, everything unfolds perfectly. We don't so much click into position, as slide smoothly into position.
A strong component of living a True Life as a True One is putting the basic real components of Love, Compassion, Honesty and Trueness first; for they will be the key that unlocks the practical, physical gifts of our New True Lives.
As emerging True Ones, we have a finely tuned sense of what we know is right, what we know is true, and what we are meant to do on this planet-- this is our Heart's Knowing. If we are not living a True Life, we can feel this on a deep level. Living True Lives means knowing that we are always in Right Time – Right Place with the Right People. We are ready for anything and approach situations with openness and flexibility, always embodying PURE HEART LOVE. We know that things are often not as they appear.
Living a True Life is anchoring all we are, all we've learned so far, into our daily life. It’s a blank canvas upon which we can create a life anchored in the Ultra Greater Reality that is perfectly aligned with who we really are.
Our True Lives are accompanied by many synchronicities. These synchronicities are a result of living in RIGHT TIME - RIGHT PLACE. We begin to align with new people and places who feel very much on the same wavelength. Our True Lives involve more interaction with others and very much embody One Being in Action.
Tenth Gate is deeply aligned with the Fourth Gate Activation in 1999 which reconfigured our Evolutionary Labyrinth. To move to our New, True Lives, we shift onto a new life path aligned with the New Paradigm. During this time, many of us will change jobs, meet new kindred people, find the right relationship and move to new locations. We will step free of our old biological and karmic history. We will remove the masks of our old definitions and roles. We will learn to do things in totally new ways. We will recreate our lives to more perfectly reflect who we really are.
The momentous twenty year cycle of 11:11 Activations is almost over. Tenth Gate is the second to last 11:11 Gate Activation. And now we are finally ready to start living True Lives that are in perfect alignment with who we are.
| Lancandanos, Chiapas (Arturo Andrade) |
The Tenth Gate Master Cylinder will be located in the state of Chiapas, in Southern Mexico. Our week of Master Cylinder preparations will take place in the charming colonial city of San Cristóbal de las Casas.
Since the Keynote of Tenth Gate is LIVING TRUE LIVES AS TRUE ONES, this Master Cylinder will be unlike those before. We won't be staying in a luxurious resort, but instead will be staying in a more simple hotel in the city which will give us many opportunities to interact with the local inhabitants, including the Mayans. This will enable us to go out into the world as True Ones and help us maintain this state of being, not just in our preparatory sessions and Tenth Gate Activation Ceremony, but when we return to our lives.
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| Pyramid complex at Palenque, Chiapas |
For more than 400 years, this area in the south of Chiapas and north of Guatemala has been a refuge for descendants of Mayan people who did not want to get conquered by the Spaniards. These people are the Lancandons. They call themselves Hach Winik (The Real People) and they tried to stay true to themselves over centuries. So this is the perfect place for us to step as True Ones into our True Lives.
The Tenth Gate Master Cylinder experience is going to be totally off the map, ultra real and intensely powerful with more LOVE than we can imagine. Participating in an 11:11 Master Cylinder is a deeply transformational experience that is absolutely life changing. There is absolutely nothing like it.
10TH GATE ACTIVATION IN MALAYSIA
Those who feel a subsurface tingling when you read about the 11:11 are encouraged to research more about bringing together the celestial and terrestrial realms through our own physical forms at the following sites:
11 Gates of the 11:11 Doorway
11:11 WHAT DOES IT MEAN?
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| With Solara at the 9th Gate |
On Sunday, 11 September 2011 (which coincides with the 10th anniversary of the abominable 9/11 event orchestrated by diehard power factions still playing control-freak games on this planet), those who feel so prompted are cordially invited to join us at Magick River - specifically, at #21 Kampung Pertak, located off the Fraser's Hill road at the far end of the Selangor Dam Lake, about 15 minutes past Kuala Kubu Bharu.
It will be an informal gathering of conscious and awakening souls from 11:11am - 11:11pm (symbolically). Bring along some food, wear ceremonial white with rainbow ornaments (if you like),wear some flowers as an offering to the river, pack your favorite crystal (if you own any), and a musical instrument (if you're musical).
If you wish to overnight, throw in a sleeping bag and/or a tent.
To contact me, please email or send a text message to +60102007346.
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Hearty Congratulations, Namewee! You da Man! :-)
Folks, you just have to hand it to Namewee. He's got follow-through, stamina, and genuine inspiration - not to mention a whole lot of talent. Well done, young man, we're proud of you!
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Let Them Eat Ketupat! Selamat Hari Raya!
Originally posted on 10 January 2009, I'm reposting this mainly because it opens with a nice picture of ketupats... and also because little has changed after more than two years!
Life will never again be the same after March 8th, 2008. Not for any of the political parties whose fortunes have seen unprecedented reversals, nor for the quiet-living, tax-paying citizen. And certainly not for those of us who contribute to the nation by writing, reporting, performing on stage, or conjuring images in our studios.
What's so different about life after the political tsunami?
Obviously, the status quo is no longer static. Change is in the air and what seemed like an immovable object (the Umno/BN regime) has now encountered an irresistible force (the rapidly rising tide of an awakened and empowered rakyat).

In the aftermath of the March 8th tsunami, the "immovable" object was seen to have been swept half-a-mile downstream and turned upside down with its backside exposed for all to see and snigger at. Like the "unsinkable" Titanic that ignominiously sank, the "immovable" Umno/BN not only has undeniably been moved, it's in imminent danger of being forcibly removed altogether.
For more than half a century UMNO and its chief concubines MCA and MIC represented the vested interests of the propertied classes: the Malay aristocracy, the upper echelons of well-heeled Malayans and, of course, the foreign industrialists. It was a distinctly rightwing administration whose greatest fear and worst enemy was the bogus bogeyman called Communism. It tolerated a limited amount of pinkness in the form of strictly regulated trade unions and a feeble though stoical socialist party which for years featured the head of an ox against an industrial cog as its symbol (thereby defining itself as the political voice of no-longer-mute beasts of burden).
After the 13 May 1969 coup d'etat which saw the first prime minister Tunku Abdul Rahman deposed by a military-style National Operations Council led by Abdul Razak bin Haji Hussein, the electoral map was redrawn to ensure that there wasn't the remotest possibility of any opposition party becoming so strong it could serve as a viable alternative to what was now ill-advisedly called Barisan Nasional or the National Front (which immediately brings to mind the British Neo-Nazi Party of the same name).

So it was pretty much business-as-usual for BN for more than three decades. As happened in the United States, business began to merge with politics until the demarcation between public and private interests became invisible. Entrepreneurs and bureaucrats hopped into bed together and gleefully screwed the comatose public for all it was worth.

Mahathir's 22-year reign as prime minister saw the rise of Rupert Murdoch wannabes like Robert Kuok, Ananda Krishnan, Vincent Tan, Yeoh Tiong Lay, Lim Goh Tong and Syed Mokhtar Al-Bukhary. These card-carrying capitalists were empire-builders driven by their unstoppable ambition to be listed in Forbes Top 100. It's impossible not to tip one's hat in recognition of their vision, perseverance and sheer stamina. Yet they could never have amassed their vast fortunes without becoming intimate buddies with whosoever held the reins of political power.
And, of course, hobnobbing with power has unwholesome ramifications. More often than not. it's well-nigh impossible to draw a line between fair and foul practice. An old Greek saying cynically advises:
If you want to sleep well, make friends with your wife.
If you want to get fat, make friends with your mother-in-law.
If you want to get rich, make friends with the chief of police.

Nor could these go-getters have become billionaires by being overly sensitive to environmental and social issues. Many successful entrepreneurs find it advantageous to their public image to be seen as philanthropists - and many subscribe to "corporate social responsibility" programs whereby a tiny portion of their unimaginable profits is plowed back to the community in various ways.
A giant property consortium turned a verdant valley once populated by an Orang Asli community into a commercial-industrial wasteland. In exchange for their ancestral land each Orang Asli family was given a double-story link house plus a shophouse for them to rent out. A couple dozen kids were offered scholarships to study modern construction methods.
It all made for good PR, no doubt: spending RM335,000 of public funds on a special ceremony officiated by the PM to which all the Orang Asli headmen were invited and treated to one night's stay in a 3-star hotel, with a pair of leather shoes and a smart jacket thrown in. Nevertheless, what the developer had really done was erase the culture and memory of this Orang Asli community. Severed from their emotional links to the land, indigenous people soon cease to exist as such and become assimilated with the dominant culture.
Making a pile of money from ecocide and ethnocide is hardly laudable. I call these ill-gotten gains - like getting rich from turning youngsters into drug addicts and prostitutes. What if you're not directly involved with such unsavory activities - but happen to serve some big-shot wheeler-dealer as, let's say, his legal advisor or advertising and PR consultant? Does that make the money you earn any cleaner?
Looking at it from the strictly professional viewpoint, should a tailor refuse to make a suit for an underworld kingpin with blood on his hands? Should a dentist turn away a sex maniac minister who has been known to commit statutory rape? Not if the dentist happens to be a rapacious former chief minister, I suppose...
It would be practically impossible to do business if value judgments had to be applied to every situation. What if you happen to be chief legal advisor to Umno and have just been roped in to oversee a particularly shady operation? Or if you were a PR consultant whose professional services have been recruited to reverse the negative spin on the DPM's public image?
Supposing you were married to a high-powered banker and your hubby was invited to dinner at the finance minister's residence. Would you dress up in all your finery and make small talk with a woman everybody believes is capable of cold-blooded murder?
These are very real dilemmas plaguing a few of my former friends. I say "former" because a couple of them recently dropped me from their guest list as a result of my trenchant political views. It saddens me, to be sure, that in these times of tumultuous sea and sky changes, friends and even families are being split down the middle by polarized political affiliations.
I can imagine a similar situation playing out in America shortly after Bush ordered the bombing of Baghdad. What if you were at a family Christmas dinner and one of your brothers-in-law just happened to be a senior executive at Raytheon Enterprises - one of the top-earning defense contractors in America - and he thought extremely highly of Cheney, Rumsfeld and Rice? Would you, for the sake of diplomacy, stick to remarks about the weather and concentrate on the food?
Popular legend has it that Marie Antoinette, when informed that the peasants were rioting, wanted to know what it was all about. One of her attendants informed her that it was because the poor could no longer afford to buy bread. "Then let them eat cake!" Marie allegedly responded.*
I can already picture a similar scenario developing in Malaysia as the effects of the financial meltdown and widespread joblessness begin to be felt. As always it's the working class with low cash reserves that feels the pinch first. We're not far from the day half a million hungry poor will be on the streets demanding an increase in their weekly rice ration. And some Toh Puan daintily ensconced in a 24-million-ringgit mansion will turn to her maidservant and huff, "So let them eat ketupat!"
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*I plead artistic licence with this well-worn and totally spurious anecdote. Marie Antoinette was much maligned in France simply because she happened to be Austrian. In truth she never actually made such a crass remark. My apologies to the memory of this hapless Hapsburg princess who suffered much and was grievously misunderstood.
Life will never again be the same after March 8th, 2008. Not for any of the political parties whose fortunes have seen unprecedented reversals, nor for the quiet-living, tax-paying citizen. And certainly not for those of us who contribute to the nation by writing, reporting, performing on stage, or conjuring images in our studios.
What's so different about life after the political tsunami?
Obviously, the status quo is no longer static. Change is in the air and what seemed like an immovable object (the Umno/BN regime) has now encountered an irresistible force (the rapidly rising tide of an awakened and empowered rakyat).

In the aftermath of the March 8th tsunami, the "immovable" object was seen to have been swept half-a-mile downstream and turned upside down with its backside exposed for all to see and snigger at. Like the "unsinkable" Titanic that ignominiously sank, the "immovable" Umno/BN not only has undeniably been moved, it's in imminent danger of being forcibly removed altogether.
For more than half a century UMNO and its chief concubines MCA and MIC represented the vested interests of the propertied classes: the Malay aristocracy, the upper echelons of well-heeled Malayans and, of course, the foreign industrialists. It was a distinctly rightwing administration whose greatest fear and worst enemy was the bogus bogeyman called Communism. It tolerated a limited amount of pinkness in the form of strictly regulated trade unions and a feeble though stoical socialist party which for years featured the head of an ox against an industrial cog as its symbol (thereby defining itself as the political voice of no-longer-mute beasts of burden).After the 13 May 1969 coup d'etat which saw the first prime minister Tunku Abdul Rahman deposed by a military-style National Operations Council led by Abdul Razak bin Haji Hussein, the electoral map was redrawn to ensure that there wasn't the remotest possibility of any opposition party becoming so strong it could serve as a viable alternative to what was now ill-advisedly called Barisan Nasional or the National Front (which immediately brings to mind the British Neo-Nazi Party of the same name).

So it was pretty much business-as-usual for BN for more than three decades. As happened in the United States, business began to merge with politics until the demarcation between public and private interests became invisible. Entrepreneurs and bureaucrats hopped into bed together and gleefully screwed the comatose public for all it was worth.

Mahathir's 22-year reign as prime minister saw the rise of Rupert Murdoch wannabes like Robert Kuok, Ananda Krishnan, Vincent Tan, Yeoh Tiong Lay, Lim Goh Tong and Syed Mokhtar Al-Bukhary. These card-carrying capitalists were empire-builders driven by their unstoppable ambition to be listed in Forbes Top 100. It's impossible not to tip one's hat in recognition of their vision, perseverance and sheer stamina. Yet they could never have amassed their vast fortunes without becoming intimate buddies with whosoever held the reins of political power.And, of course, hobnobbing with power has unwholesome ramifications. More often than not. it's well-nigh impossible to draw a line between fair and foul practice. An old Greek saying cynically advises:
If you want to sleep well, make friends with your wife.
If you want to get fat, make friends with your mother-in-law.
If you want to get rich, make friends with the chief of police.

Nor could these go-getters have become billionaires by being overly sensitive to environmental and social issues. Many successful entrepreneurs find it advantageous to their public image to be seen as philanthropists - and many subscribe to "corporate social responsibility" programs whereby a tiny portion of their unimaginable profits is plowed back to the community in various ways.
A giant property consortium turned a verdant valley once populated by an Orang Asli community into a commercial-industrial wasteland. In exchange for their ancestral land each Orang Asli family was given a double-story link house plus a shophouse for them to rent out. A couple dozen kids were offered scholarships to study modern construction methods.It all made for good PR, no doubt: spending RM335,000 of public funds on a special ceremony officiated by the PM to which all the Orang Asli headmen were invited and treated to one night's stay in a 3-star hotel, with a pair of leather shoes and a smart jacket thrown in. Nevertheless, what the developer had really done was erase the culture and memory of this Orang Asli community. Severed from their emotional links to the land, indigenous people soon cease to exist as such and become assimilated with the dominant culture.
Making a pile of money from ecocide and ethnocide is hardly laudable. I call these ill-gotten gains - like getting rich from turning youngsters into drug addicts and prostitutes. What if you're not directly involved with such unsavory activities - but happen to serve some big-shot wheeler-dealer as, let's say, his legal advisor or advertising and PR consultant? Does that make the money you earn any cleaner?
Looking at it from the strictly professional viewpoint, should a tailor refuse to make a suit for an underworld kingpin with blood on his hands? Should a dentist turn away a sex maniac minister who has been known to commit statutory rape? Not if the dentist happens to be a rapacious former chief minister, I suppose...It would be practically impossible to do business if value judgments had to be applied to every situation. What if you happen to be chief legal advisor to Umno and have just been roped in to oversee a particularly shady operation? Or if you were a PR consultant whose professional services have been recruited to reverse the negative spin on the DPM's public image?
Supposing you were married to a high-powered banker and your hubby was invited to dinner at the finance minister's residence. Would you dress up in all your finery and make small talk with a woman everybody believes is capable of cold-blooded murder?
These are very real dilemmas plaguing a few of my former friends. I say "former" because a couple of them recently dropped me from their guest list as a result of my trenchant political views. It saddens me, to be sure, that in these times of tumultuous sea and sky changes, friends and even families are being split down the middle by polarized political affiliations.I can imagine a similar situation playing out in America shortly after Bush ordered the bombing of Baghdad. What if you were at a family Christmas dinner and one of your brothers-in-law just happened to be a senior executive at Raytheon Enterprises - one of the top-earning defense contractors in America - and he thought extremely highly of Cheney, Rumsfeld and Rice? Would you, for the sake of diplomacy, stick to remarks about the weather and concentrate on the food?
Popular legend has it that Marie Antoinette, when informed that the peasants were rioting, wanted to know what it was all about. One of her attendants informed her that it was because the poor could no longer afford to buy bread. "Then let them eat cake!" Marie allegedly responded.*
I can already picture a similar scenario developing in Malaysia as the effects of the financial meltdown and widespread joblessness begin to be felt. As always it's the working class with low cash reserves that feels the pinch first. We're not far from the day half a million hungry poor will be on the streets demanding an increase in their weekly rice ration. And some Toh Puan daintily ensconced in a 24-million-ringgit mansion will turn to her maidservant and huff, "So let them eat ketupat!"_______
*I plead artistic licence with this well-worn and totally spurious anecdote. Marie Antoinette was much maligned in France simply because she happened to be Austrian. In truth she never actually made such a crass remark. My apologies to the memory of this hapless Hapsburg princess who suffered much and was grievously misunderstood.
Sunday, August 28, 2011
Amusing Images from Vietnam
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| The Bersih Biker would be declared illegal in Malaysia! |
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| Uh... where are we? Brasilia? |
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| The Hanoi Times's itinerant columnist? |
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| Underaged Vietnamese idolater commits reverse pedophilia? |
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