Friday, May 8, 2020

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BUDDHA!


Buddha is NOT a personal name. Buddha is a state of consciousness. When one awakens from the cultural matrix into which one is born and ceases to react robotically to environmental circumstances, one instantly attains Buddhahood. Contrary to popular expectations, most humans today are closer to Buddhahood than they realize.

On Vesak Day, celebrated as the Buddha's birthday, awake and claim your own Buddhahood!

One can be a Buddha regardless of one's religious or non-religious affiliations.

Being Buddha simply means you are fully conscious - and therefore fully accountable for whatever happens within and around you.

Happy Birthday to the Buddha That You Are!


[First posted 19 May 2008]

Thursday, May 7, 2020

WE DON’T NEED NO THOUGHT CONTROL



More than a few have expressed surprise when, in the course of casual conversation, they learn that I “dropped out of school” after sitting my A-Levels examinations as a private candidate at age 18. The A-Levels then were also known as HSC (Higher School Certificate) and were a necessary stepping stone to tertiary education.

“So you never went to university?” they ask incredulously. “I assumed you had a Masters!” To which my half-facetious response would be: “What? Not even a double PhD? Actually, I did spend some time at Universiti Malaya... but only to make out with my girlfriend who was staying on campus."

Among the many outstanding humans who have inspired me one way or another throughout my life, not one has impressed me because of their academic qualifications.

I regarded Bob Dylan as a Dionysian poet, Jewish prophet, and troubadour long before he was awarded an honorary doctorate by Harvard (and later a Nobel Prize) in Literature. Dylan’s urbane sagacity has stood me in good stead over the decades, and two things he said have been indelibly imprinted in my soul: (1) “To live outside the law you have to be honest” and (2) “The best thing you can do for anyone is to inspire them.”

Frank Zappa taught himself music theory as a teenager by religiously reading text books on music notation, composition and arrangement in public libraries. Long after his untimely death of prostate cancer in December 1993, reputable orchestras and ensembles are performing his symphonic works to universal acclaim.

I regard Frank as the ultimate autodidact. He was also a brilliant electronics and audio engineer, sociopolitical commentator, and a self-taught authority on constitutional and copyright law who heroically upheld the First Amendment by presenting a strong case at Senate hearings for not censoring artistic output.

As an exchange student in New Jersey in the late 1960s, the only rock concert I attended was when Zappa & The Mothers of Invention played at the Fillmore East in New York City. I had a brief conversation with Frank afterwards and he gave me a chocolate teardrop which I ate on the journey home. I became the only Malaysian member of Zappa’s fan club, United Mutations, and often dreamt about him, which prompted me to write several letters to him. Years later, in 1977, Zappa actually responded. It was a bit like hearing back from Santa Claus.

John Lennon, another early mentor, had two collections of his wacky poems and Thurberesque doodles (In His Own Write and A Spaniard in the Works) published because of his celebrity status as a founding Beatle. His quirky sketches have also been exhibited in posh galleries and oohed and ahed over by the glitterati.

I owe Mr Lennon a serious debt of gratitude for his profound artistic impact and influence on my teenage consciousness. Looking back, I was a full-fledged Marxist (à la Groucho) and Lennonist (à la John) for the greater part of my adult life.

A fourth mentor appeared in my early adulthood in the form of R. Buckminster Fuller, popularizer of concepts like “synergy” and “holistic” - and who has been aptly described as “a genial genius.” Fuller was another university drop-out, whose claim to academic fame was getting expelled twice from Harvard. He regarded himself as a comprehensivist (as opposed to specialist) and that was precisely what I found myself aspiring to become.

Apart from his most famous invention, the geodesic dome, Bucky had a carbon molecule posthumously named after him. Indeed, the Buckminsterfullerene or C-60 has since become an increasingly popular anti-aging agent, owing to its remarkable detoxifying properties.

The most valuable takeaways I was gifted with from my close encounters with R. Buckminster Fuller were (1) The concept of applying minimum effort for maximum gain through leveraging (which, when you think about it, is what kung fu is all about) and (2) What Bucky said to me over dinner at the Equatorial Hotel in 1976 on one of his many visits to Kuala Lumpur:

“Just do what you feel you must do. Do it the best you can and trust that you’ll be looked after. Believe me, it’s true. I’m an old man, and I’m not in the habit of giving irresponsible advice.”

I quit my job in an ad agency a year after that and have remained gainfully unemployed since.

Bucky with a tensegrity sphere

When the results of the A-Levels were released I felt chagrined to have been awarded a pathetic C+ for Modern History, while getting straight A’s for all my other subjects. True, I was cutting it very close by opting for the minimum number of subjects (General Paper, English, Art, and Modern History) and I strongly felt I deserved an A for my Modern History paper.

The exam question, if I recall correctly, was what factors have had the greatest impact on world affairs since 1945. I remember feeling exceptionally inspired, and the words flowed smoothly from my pen as I postulated that, in the post-war years, the fate of nations fell into the hidden hands of covert agencies like the OSS (which subsequently became the CIA), MI6, Mossad, KGB, DARPA, and so on.

My essay concluded with the thesis that these covert agencies had transmogrified into a Frankenstein’s Monster – beyond the control and oversight of elected governments.

In effect their hubristic activities were clandestine, unreported, and unknowable to the public at large. My conclusion was that, unless these covert agencies somehow got their wings clipped by an authority greater than the merely governmental – unless they were effectively declawed and defanged, if not entirely dismantled, the destiny of the world, our collective future, was in grave danger of getting hijacked by criminal elements.

(Back in 1968 I hadn’t begun to research the Occult and knew nothing about weird shit like adrenochrome addiction and Babylonian blood sacrifice cults.)

"Critic of Chaos" by Ross Williams
I finished the essay with at least five minutes to spare, so I could re-read what I had written, and I felt satisfied that I had answered the question to the best of my ability. Now, whoever marked my paper may have felt a tinge of annoyance at my 18-year-old self-confidence and precocity but, even so, I surely deserved at least a B+ for my effort, not a paltry C+… because that would have awarded me a Higher School Certificate, enabling me to proceed with my tertiary education, if I so chose.

The only option I was left with was to re-enrol in school as a Lower Six student and resit the A-Levels in two years. No way, José! I decided it was the Cambridge Examinations Syndicate that had failed, not me. From that moment on, I turned my back on Academia and what I perceived, in later years, as a very cunningly crafted miseducation system, designed to format impressionable young minds in a manner conducive to their being absorbed into the Job Market.

Well, I had heard of a character named Job from dipping my nose into the Old Testament and I wasn’t about to fall into the same trap of being jerked around by some two-bit God-impersonator. After all, it wasn’t Employment I craved, it was a Sense of Meaning and Purpose. I deeply desired to know why I had taken on human embodiment on this planet. What was my mission this time around? Was it all completely pointless?

In any case, these ontological questions were set aside for a while, when approximately two weeks after getting the results of my A-Levels, I received a phone call from my girlfriend informing me she was a month late with her period.

In retrospect, becoming a father at age 19 was perhaps the best fucking education I could have bargained for.

Antares
7 May 2020

Wednesday, May 6, 2020

Combing through the tangle of my thoughts as another Gregorian year rolls in (updated & reposted)


I don’t recall a time when the forces of polarization have been stronger on this earth. Nor do I recall a time in my life when I have felt more unsure of every idea I once held close to my heart as absolute truth.

Let me backtrack a little to the Solstice of 21 December 2012. The date itself had since the Harmonic Convergence of August 1987 become a planetary meme signifying the transition between two zodiacal ages, Pisces and Aquarius, and the beginning of a glorious new evolutionary spiral - even if some mistakenly interpreted it as another “end of the world” scenario (although it has certainly proved to be the end of the world as we knew it, at least for those of us born in the 20th century).

Well, on 21 December 2012 I was struck with a severe pain in my lower back (later diagnosed as a mild case of spondylitis) and found myself lying in bed, attended by three healing angels. Just being able to get out of bed and stand straight, not to mention walk around without my whole body twisting up in agony, was all I could focus on. Fortunately the pain eased up and within a couple of days I began to feel more myself.

Heiko & Selina Niedermeyer
On 30 December, I had a long conversation with two healer-counselor friends (Heiko and Selina Niedermeyer) who invited me to usher in 2013 with them. I booked them for a 2-hour healing session on 4 January 2013 and the rest of the year was dedicated to fixing my backache – first with acupuncture, then with a dozen chiropractic sessions, and finally with a series of structural reintegration manipulations (based on Ida Rolf’s deep tissue massage techniques) conducted by another healing angel named Michelle Ch’ng. All in all, I spent close to RM10,000 just so I could stand and walk properly.

That was the bad news. The good news was that I had the money to pay for healing myself physically as well as metaphysically – because my parents’ house was finally sold in late 2013 and my share of the proceeds, though modest by most standards, was more cash in the piggy than I had seen in my entire life. It was fantastic to feel financially comfortable, for the first time ever, and in a position to be generous with others. But four years down the line, less than half of that windfall remains, because it has been all outflow with hardly any cash income.

Chennai-based nadi leaf reader Mr Kumar
So here we are in December 2017 and there is a gnawing feeling that I shall have to consider finding ways of generating funds in 2018. True, a nadi leaf reader I saw in March 2014 informed me that owing to positive karma I will “never have financial problems, forever”… mind you, he didn’t say I’d be rich, just free from lack, which is good enough for me.

It has certainly been a crazy helter-skelter ride in the last five years. I call it the Time Compression Effect where everything can change in a heartbeat – what more from day to day or month to month.

Anwar hugs his wife before being hauled off
to Sungai Buloh Prison, 10 February 2015
For Malaysia the year 2015 started ominously with the imprisonment of Opposition Leader Anwar Ibrahim on 10 February. A few months later the RM52-billion 1MDB debacle – billed as the most audacious case of kleptocracy in history – erupted on the international news - and only the totally apathetic, completely blind or utterly corrupt could deny that we were saddled with a crooked finance minister who also conveniently happens to be the crime (not prime) minister. What is most startling, though, is that nobody has been forced to resign – except dissidents and whistleblowers – while outspoken Opposition leaders, commentators and journalists have been harassed, intimidated, arrested and dragged through the kangaroo courts.*

The year before, on 7 March 2014, Anwar’s January 2012 acquittal by a high court judge had been overturned by the Court of Appeal. There would likely have been massive street protests – but for the mysterious disappearance of Flight MH370 just six hours after the judges pronounced Anwar guilty. Instead of mammoth rallies demanding justice for the Opposition Leader, Malaysians were glued to laptop and TV screens, waiting for a breakthrough in the fruitless search for the missing Boeing 777 with 239 on board (many are convinced its autopilot system was remotely taken over and the plane hijacked to Diego Garcia; while some psychics maintain that Flight MH370 went through a portal into a different dimension). A few months later, another horrendous “accident” involving the national airline MAS – when Flight MH17 from Amsterdam to Kuala Lumpur was blown out of the sky as collateral damage in the murkiest of spy-versus-spy maneuvers.

Aftermath of the 1 October 2017 Massacre in Las Vegas
So instead of a planet-wide epiphany, we are witnessing bewildering events of an apocalyptic nature, orchestrated by hidden hands. And it has been so since 11 September 2001 – relentlessly so – as reported by the establishment media.

A few glimpses of light do issue from alternative media via the internet - and are immediately dismissed as “fake news” by those who have traditionally scripted events on the world stage. It’s almost as if humans are now divided into Bluepillers and Redpillers - not just Leftwingers and Rightwingers as we used to be, or Liberals and Conservatives.

Indeed, the incredibly intense years since 2012 appear to be a single continuum of dramatic, often abrupt and violent, change. I can’t even confine myself to writing about what transpired in 2017 without referencing 2016 and the tumultuous preceding years. 2016 certainly stands out on so many levels: apart from being the hottest year recorded in recent memory, when a whole slew of celebrities checked out, it was also the year of Brexit (UK’s referendum on whether to stay or leave the EU) and Trump’s unexpected electoral victory.

In 2016 I found myself diverging from the views of almost everyone I know on a broad spectrum of issues - from political correctness and vaccinations to tolerating virulent belief systems disguised as religion. I was secretly pleased about the way the Brexit vote went, even though I knew it would create massive confusion and distress for a great many who were happy to be able to live and work freely all over the European Union. Brexit was a spanner in the works for the globalist totalitarian vision of the New World Order cabal; it paved the way for further fragmentation and decentralized power - very good news indeed when those who would wield absolute power over others are hideously disconnected from their own hearts and feel nothing but contempt for Mother Earth.

Anti-Monsanto poster by Benjamin Karis-Nix
All my adult life I have seen myself as essentially a liberal person with progressive ideas about everything. Although not a US citizen, I have long favored the Democrats over the Republicans. In hindsight my views were influenced by the Zionist-Khazarian-owned “liberal” media (including Hollywood) and the “well-educated” company I kept. I had been impressed by Bill Clinton’s easy charm and intelligence as a presidential figure and saw Hillary as a tenacious street-savvy politician (but that was during the early days of the internet and few of us had access to alternative journalism, so we really had no idea what nasty things public figures got up to in private).

Barack Obama’s entry into the White House seemed to be a harbinger of a happier new era – but it didn’t take long for me to notice he was really just a fabulous orator who got the job because he looked suave and urbane in a custom-tailored suit. Long before his term ended it was obvious that Obama was a hardcore status-quoist with no intentions to rock the neoliberal crony-capitalist boat or turn on his deep state sponsors. For a start, Obama failed to launch a proper enquiry into the outrageous 9/11 black ops (which launched the spurious and perpetual “war on terror”). He promised to shut down Guantanamo Bay but didn’t.

Then he allowed state secretary Hillary Clinton to launch a massive black op against the Gaddafi regime in Libya and authorized countless drone attacks on civilians in Afghanistan. He allowed the CIA and Mossad to fund, arm and train mercenaries under the Daesh-Islamic Caliphate flag in an insidious attempt to destabilize the Assad regime in Syria, resulting in horrendous atrocities and the death of countless thousands, triggering mass migrations on a catastrophic scale. He even closed an eye to a cocaine syndicate operated by Hezbollah. The last straw was his active participation in the staged assassination of CIA operative Osama bin Laden. In retrospect the only laudable act of Obama’s entire presidency was his pardoning of army whistleblower Chelsea Manning just before he left the White House (even though her freedom proved shortlived).


As the US presidential race heated up and everyone’s favorite candidate Bernie Sanders quickly got nudged out by Hillary Rodham Clinton, amid reports of electoral rigging in the primaries, I began to pay more attention to narratives that were deliberately being omitted by the mainstream media. Dozens of YouTube channels were sprouting overnight, featuring young and plugged-in citizen journalists and political commentators who seemed to have their fingers on the post-2012 pulse of things. They were discussing important issues – such as endemic corruption within the machinery of government, congressmen and senators on the payroll of banks and giant corporations that influenced policies through professional lobbyists, rogue elements in the CIA and FBI, involved in a long list of black ops  - from the assassinations of the Kennedy brothers (JFK and RFK), Martin Luther King, and John Lennon to false flag events like the Oklahoma City bombing and 9/11, not to mention apparently random acts of senseless violence involving demented (or mind-controlled) shooters, suicide bombers and jihadi drivers mowing down pedestrians.

On 8 November 2016, much to my own surprise, I found myself rooting for Donald J. Trump who represents a wild card, a political amateur – as opposed to Hillary Clinton who stands for the deeply-entrenched cynicism, corruption, hypocrisy and bloodthirsty cruelty that has long been associated with the traditional power structure. All the well-known political pundits were convinced HRC would be a shoo-in. When Trump was sworn in as the 45th US president, I knew the geopolitical world had shattered into fragments and would never be the same again.


But was The Donald really going to “drain the swamp” (with a little bit of help from the Marines and the “White Hat Alliance”) as he promised, and put the Bush and Clinton crime families in jail? Would he really reopen the 9/11 investigation and let the truth finally see the light of day? It seemed an impossible undertaking – the rot had set in so deep at all levels. Most folks continue to be distracted by trivia, judging by their posts on Instagram and Facebook, and when they do have a strong opinion about anything, it is more often than not influenced by leftwing neoliberal (read Khazarian mafia) media like CNN, MSNBC, ABC, the Huffington Post or the New York Times - or any number of trendy online magazines like BuzzFeed which specialize in launching trendy memes into cyberspace via Facebook. To the “well-informed” and intelligent but unwittingly brainwashed majority, Donald Trump is a just a hideous joke - and the Clintons and Obamas far more “reasonable” leadership choices. How little they know about what’s been going on right below their noses and under their feet!

I suppose if millions of humans over the last few thousand years have allowed their children to be indoctrinated by predator priests with questionable ideas like “virgin birth” and “72 virgins in paradise” (why this obsession with virginity, I wonder?)… believing that governments are in power “to serve the people”… religious and educational institutions exist “to serve God” and “impart knowledge” to the masses… and that royal bloodlines are actually “noble”… well, that explains why they have no problems at all with their own cognitive dissonance.

On a more personal level (I tend to be transpersonal by default), 2017 hasn’t been much fun, despite many magical encounters, unforgettable moments, minor miracles, and a great deal for which to be thankful. The year began with a massive shock when my only begotten son Ahau Ben stood up, blacked out, and fell with a loud splat on the floor, breaking his humerus. I assure you, it wasn’t at all funny to spend New Year’s Day taking him to the district hospital where there is no orthopedic unit. Long story short, it was a wake-up call for me as well as Mary Maguire (Ahau’s surrogate mum and our next-door neighbor since 2008). We spent the greater part of 2017 fretting about Ahau’s erratic brain chemistry which seemed to trigger absence seizures (resembling epileptic fits) and seeing him in a cast month after month after month.

In mid-January we took Ahau to see a neurologist at Universiti Malaya Specialist Center (UMSC) who prescribed 200-mg carpamezapine daily, to which Ahau responded instantly and favorably. He has been fine since – although in July he gave us another fright when he went into convulsions for a good 20 minutes, running a high fever. Mary brought his temperature down with an ice-pack and, to our relief, he broke out in chicken pox the next morning. So it was brought on by the onset of chicken pox – thankfully not another seizure!**

Rehman Rashid (1955-2017)
2017 was also a year I lost a few friends – whether through physical or emotional death. Most prominent among these was my old friend the celebrated author Rehman Rashid who suffered a heart attack in Rawang while out on his titanium bicycle and ended up in a 4-month coma (because it took two whole hours to get him to the Coronary Care Unit of Selayang Hospital, which resulted in brain damage from oxygen deprivation, even though Rawang is technically only 15 minutes from the hospital).

Rehman and I had since the new millennium drifted apart and were reduced to exchanging pleasantries at supermarket checkout counters, even though we lived in the same small town. I saw him as a great soul and a brilliant mind whose patriarchal ego, alas, all-too-often undermined his own need for emotional intimacy and warm friendship. Finally his heart gave way around dawn on 3 June 2017 and it must have been a tremendous release and a relief for him, as well as for his mother Rosna and brother Rafique who had been commuting daily to the hospital since January 26th. Rehman’s passing felt like the loss of a brother, albeit an estranged one, but at least it left no bitter aftertaste – only a poignant sense that it was a death mourned by an entire nation, for Rehman Rashid was a brilliant thinker, storyteller and patriot of the first magnitude.

Far more painful and distressing losses occurred in 2017 when two witchy goddess embodiments I had long loved and cherished succumbed to possession by parasitic entities, turned paranoid, and abruptly disconnected from me, hurling noxious abuse. The first psychic attack occurred during the Hari Raya period; the second before the year ended. Emotional aftershocks are still being felt that undermine my faith in the reliability and permanency of love itself.

Well, this overview could go on another thousand words or more – but I’m beginning to realize I haven’t quite managed to comb through the chaotic tangle of my thoughts despite my best efforts. I’m left with the feeling that I have outgrown all belief systems and let go of most personal expectations. I shall accept and process whatever comes my way with minimal fuss and performance anxiety – because in 2018 I have no pre-established standards to live up to, and no self-image I must defend or protect.

Bring on the tidal wave of change!

1 January 2018

An0maly the YouTube Jesus explains why he became a Trump supporter...



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*Less than six months after I wrote this, the entirely corrupt Barisan Nasional regime was overthrown in a shocking electoral defeat that occurred on 9 May 2018. Malaysia is now sailing in unchartered political waters with a new federal government for the first time since 1957... and thus far it certainly appears that the "nightmare of history" isn't quite over for a vast number of us (especially when it involves people's addiction to cultural imprints, religious beliefs and calcified traditions designed to disempower and enslave rather than enlighten and liberate)!

**Ahau has been stable since he began taking carbamezapine and in early 2018 his dosage was reduced by half, and later to alternate days.


[First posted 1 January 2018, reposted 8 December 2018 & 28 August 2019]

REMEMBERING STRAVINSKY (revisited)



Igor Stravinsky (1882-1971) was a massive musical influence during my teen years. I was introduced to this brilliantly eccentric Russian composer by Duncan S. Catling - a Peace Corps Volunteer assigned to teach English literature in Batu Pahat High School from 1964 to 1965. I'll never forget the day I visited Duncan in his rented terrace house and he put on The Rite of Spring for me. I was never the same again. Stravinsky had the same transmutative effect on the young Frank Zappa.



The recording of Rite of Spring Duncan played for me was conducted by Ernest Ansermet, a Swiss colleague of Igor Stravinsky and only a year younger than the composer. Ansermet was a highly regarded academic conductor who could be relied upon to render technically consummate interpretations of any score.

Many years later I heard a recording of Rite of Spring conducted by Seiji Ozawa and was completely blown away by the raw, primal feel Ozawa succeeded in capturing, especially with the percussive sections. If you'd rather listen to an X-rated interpretation of Rite of Spring, go for the Ozawa recording!



[First posted 3 January 2011, reposted 27 September 2018]

Tuesday, May 5, 2020

Talking the Not-So-New Age Blues (Once Again!)

An epic freestyle poem by Antares



"What's truly funny is that something momentous is happening, and it's so real that the media can't see it. Here it is, the biggest story of all time, and it goes unreported. If you're continually focused on this and that media event, the latest celebrity scandal, the scattered wars of duality, the deceitful maneuverings of selfish politicians, and the shifting state of a false world economy, you just might miss the greater story. And this greater story is why we are here and what gives our lives meaning."

- Solara, How to Live Large on a Small Planet, 1996



Here are a few questions you could ask

(If you haven't already done so ages ago):
How old is the New Age?
Is it really NEW?
Huh? WHAT New Age?
Isn't it always "A New Age" every time a century turns?
How about a stiff shot of HISTORY (while it lasts)?
Because serious rumor in the mystery circles says
History ends when we break through the Veil of Time
And find ourselves (our True Selves, I mean)
Beyond Euclidean Space.


TWENTY TWELVE, the Daykeeper nods, consulting his cosmic
Calendar, the Mayan Tzolk'in. (Turn the world around and you'll
See Linear Time's expiry date: 21 DECEMBER 2012.)
And then what? GALACTIC SYNCHRONIZATION!
We reconnect to the core of the Milky Way,
Though what that means I cannot say.

"Excuse me, Sir, I am begging to differ," declares Mr Thambyvelloo,
"Actually our Tathu Year will be TWENTY FOURTY-THREE."
But Mr Gopala Das interjects: "Nonsense! MY calendar says 5113!"
"FOURTEEN THIRTY-THREE is how WE put it,"
smiles Professor Haji Abuhasbin.
"Nevertheless we conduct business by the International Calendar."
"In other words," Pope Gregory grins, "you mean 2012 A.D."

Doesn't matter WHEN, it's happening NOW!
Though it may not be happening to everybody
At the same time.
Or in the same way.
But as the Beatles say:
"Having been some days in preparation
A splendid time is guaranteed for all."

[A QUICK SCROLL DOWN THE SCREEN
TO SEE HOW LONG IT'S BEEN...]


A New Age might have been in sight
When Pharaoh Akhenaton ruled Egypt,
Thirty-three hundred and seventy-nine years ago
(If historians are correct) in 1370 B.C.
But alas it was not to be,
For the King was poisoned in his palace
By ruthless generals and greedy priests
Before his mission was complete.
Akhenaton's task was to prepare the world
For the arrival of Lord Sananda,
The Cosmic Christ foretold.


And so, fourteen centuries down the line,
Another attempt was made in another land
To restore Love as Law and the Path of Light
Upon this Earth: Palestine under Roman rule,
Where corruption and hypocrisy reigned supreme.
Some middle-class Jews were put to shame
When the Messiah came and castigated
The merchants in the temple.
"Oy vay, don't rock the boat!" they pleaded,
And as their pious petitions went unheeded,
They charged him with subversion and
Crucified him with unholy haste.
And once again all hope of a Golden Age
Was brutally laid waste
(Even if, as some aver, the Crucifiction was
Just a Catholic joke in very poor taste).



However, the Christ Seed had been planted
In the human gene pool - though it must have felt unwanted.

Rewind the tape of time five centuries or so
To ancient China, where "Old Boy" Lao-tze
(Archetypal wild sage of the mountains)
Successfully summed up reality in 81 verses
Called the Tao Te Ching.

While in Greece Pythagoras held the Beam
With his mathemagickal mystery school,
Using tools like the Golden Mean
And hypotenuse rules, even as he danced
To the Music of the Spheres.


In India Queen Maya bore a Prince:
Siddhartha was his name. Instead of fortune and fame
He sought enlightenment and freedom from the game
Of personal karma. As Buddha he taught us the dharma,
That this illusory world is just 4D melodrama.

Rather than beat an ignominious retreat
Sweet Socrates (that old pederast)
Took his hemlock neat (and his die was cast);
To his health we shall drink eternally.


All these heroic individuals have been named
As Keepers of the Sacred Flame
That came through the Sun
From beyond the stars: they were
Beacons of truth and harbingers
Of an approaching New Aeon.

Bold troubadours in post-Arthurian tales
Sang to us about the Quest for the Grail:
How the valiant Knights of the Table Round
Sought the greatest treasure to be found -
That pot of gold at the Rainbow's End -
The descent of the Dove
And the Rule of Love,
As enemies turn to friends.


The most fleeting glimpse was all we were shown
As we drew the sword of intelligence from the stone;
And then the vision of the Holy Grail
Vanished behind a misty veil
Of nightmarish mayhem and massacre.
Rival factions plunged the world into bloody war,
Screaming, "Dominion over others by fang and claw!"

Meanwhile in the Middle East the stage was set
For yet another crusade on this poor planet.
The portals of belief saw heavy traffic.
As images of love turned pornographic.
The Spanish Inquisition was thrown in purely for luck,
To ensure that the status quo didn't come unstuck.
"Nine Hells have arrived," Aztec priests cried,
"Exactly as Quetzalcoatl prophesied."

Came the Renaissance, a brilliant flash
Of inspiration, giving rise to a dream
Of a world reborn through Alchemy, Science and Art.
The Word now passed from ear to eye
As scriptures were read instead of heard.
The past age of spiritual darkness and doubt
Gave way to Copernicus, Bruno, and Galileo -
Who advocated logic, reason and laboratory testing
As the most reliable method of finding out
What Life on Earth was all about.


Angels and demons filled the atmosphere,
And spoke to Michel Nostradamus the famous seer.
They told him of the long dark night
Of humanity's soul in its headlong flight
Towards the final Apocalypse.

Mountebanks and sorcerers, mystery men and mages,
Took their turn upon the stage of history:
Cagliostro and Saint-Germain,
Eliphaz Levi, Messrs Kelly and Dee
Held sway in the courts of Europe,
Hinting of a New Jerusalem and the
Rebuilding of Solomon's Temple.

Christian Rosenkreutz published the Rosicrucian Manifesto,
Heralding the advent of Liberty, Fraternity, and Equality;
While in 1776 Adam Weishaupt of Ingolstadt
Founded the Ancient Illuminated Seers of Bavaria -
Whose illustrious members, apparently,
Included the likes of George Washington, Tom Jefferson,
And Ben Franklin - progenitors of the American Dream
Of Novus Ordo Seclorum - a New World Order, no less:
A New World for a New Age -
Governed by a global Freemasonry!


Another page turns in the Book of Changes:
America the Dream goes to Hollywood,
Gets hijacked and featured in National Geographic,
Serialized in Reader's Digest;
And now the movie rights are owned by Walt Disney,
While the Bill of Rights waits at the Gates
of Heaven.

In Persia the Bab was born: and in May 1844 proclaimed
The imminent approach of the Imam Mahdi,
Ultimate prophet of God - but the Shah had him shot
For disrespect towards Worldly Authority.
Then his followers established the Baha'i movement,
Which advocates world government on a Unified Earth,
And a new age of Universal Justice.

Newton, Darwin, and Faraday were an ad agency for
Progress through Science: understand how the universe works
And a New Industrial Age begins.
It all started with a Big Bang and everything since
Has been winding down like a clockspring.


At the height of our collective infatuation
With Machines and Automation,
Blavatsky, Leadbeater, and Olcott - NOT your typical firm of
Chartered Accountants - went to India and Tibet where they met
Ascended Masters of the Trans-Himalayan Brotherhood,
And were assigned the task of introducing
Ancient wisdom to the modern world.
Proclaim the advent of a New Aeon, they were told,
And groom Jiddhu Krishnamurti for the role
Of planetary savior.


Their Theosophical Society was inaugurated
In 1875 and found an eager following in the West,
While in the East the Sun still rose
And shone upon the sleeping millions.

Secret Societies sprouted like mushrooms
In the moldy moral ground of Victorian times, and
Ritual magic enjoyed a fairly brisk trade.
Messages from the Spirit World
And all varieties of psychic phenomena
Caught the fancy of bored housewives and
Wayward intellectuals.


The Who's Who of arcane knowledge and esoteric lore
Included names like W.B. Yeats and Claude Debussy,
Victor Hugo and Conan Doyle, Bulwer-Lytton and Liddell Mathers,
Aleister Crowley, the Marquis de Sade, and many more.
"Practitioners of Evil, Satanists, Lucifer's Friends, and
The Antichrist" were epithets flung at some of these pioneers.
But the tide of evolution was rising fast:
It spawned the glamorous Order of the Golden Dawn
And magickal offshoots like the O.T.O. (Ordo Templi Orientis) and
Argenteum Astrum (the Silver Star).


Some followed Rudolf Steiner into Anthroposophy,
And joined the tug-of-war between Ahura Mazda and Ahriman.
Others were captivated by G.I. Gurdjieff and his school
Of Modified Sufi Dance, but found themselves bewildered
By his Beelzebub's Tales to His Grandson: a rambunctious and
Somewhat Rabelaisian dissection of the human experiment
Seen through the extraterrestrial eyes of a former
Colonial Administrator of Earth.


Adolf Hitler and Company had their ill-fated Third Reich:
Hoping to govern the world by high-tech voodoo and
A fanatic belief in Aryan supremacy.
But the Fourth Reich (propounded by Wilhelm,
Psychoanalyst and discoverer of Orgone energy
Who authored Function of the Orgasm)
Might have been a lot more fun
If Dr Reich hadn't been hounded out of Europe
By his erstwhile colleagues in the psychiatric profession,
And finally assassinated in a US prison by
What he called the HIGs - Hoodlums In Government.


(We're not talking ancient history here:
This happened in the 1950s!)

Anyhow Reich tried to alert the US Air Force
To the suspicious activity of UFOs - only to be subjected
To intense harassment by the FBI and the MIB
Who, for some reason, wanted to see Reich discredited or dead.
In retrospect, it appears that Reich was perceived
As a threat to the Military-Industrial Complex's covert program
Of "scientific collaboration" with the Zeta Reticulan Greys -
A technically advanced but spiritually retarded race,
Desperately seeking a cure for terminal infertility
Before their species became extinct.


Which brings us to the era of Star Trek, Star Wars,
Close Encounters, ET, X-Files and Virtual Reality.
Also crystal gazing, holistic healing,
Wheeling and dealing gurus,
Group meditations, Earth activations,
Celestine Prophecies and TM levitation,
Swift mutations and transmutation...
Hey, are there any experts left with reputations?
When there are more Channels than TV sets,
You find more confusion than the United Nations.
What you believe is what you get;
Anything goes these days.. who knows?
Anything can happen yet!


"Oh, the Sirians will save us!" some Brethren shout.
"No, only Jesus Christ can!" the Born-Again spout.
Others laugh: "It's the Pleiadian Plan - a total rout!"
"Save our streams before there are no more trout!"
The angelic anglers scream.
So is the New Age just a dream
From which Old Age awakens
With a terrible hangover?

Wait and see, nothing will change -
That's what the so-called Realist thinks.
Life will always be unfair,
You gotta be quick and grab a chair
(Let the rest drop dead, it's their affair!)
Money, not love, makes the world go round -
Excuse me, can I convert my ringgit to pounds? -
Gotta ride that crazy merry-go-round
Till you're six feet underground.
Let me ask you: is there any proof at hand
That God can also be a Man?
You say every woman is the Goddess,
But all I care about is the size of her bodice.
And I wanna know just how many Harmonica Virgins
Blew their minds at Harmonic Convergence!


Don't talk to me about Tectonic Plates,
Electromagnetic Grids, Pole Shifts, Zionist Plots,
Precessioning Equinoxes, Photon Belts, and
Why your paternal grandma was a Celt.
Do you wanna know when I last cried?
It was the day my pet canary died.

Well, well, well, what have we here?
Keep your mind and heart open
And have no fear.
The worst that could happen is...
NOTHING.


What the New Age really means is a Quantum Leap -
From Global Village to Local Galaxy at the sound of a beep.
Better get ready or go back to sleep...
Carry on, Mr Accountant,
Count your sheep.


[Written in June 1996. First posted 2 August 2009, reposted 1 July 2014 
15 October 2017]

Monday, May 4, 2020

When my hair turns to white... (reprise)

One of my all-time favorite musical icons is Daevid Allen (from the planet Gong), who celebrated his 70th birthday in Byron Bay, Australia, in January 2010. Few fit the description of Wizard better than Daevid. When my hair turns to white, I'd like to be doing pretty much something like this...







Gong's beautiful song "Wise Man in Your Heart" from their Zero to Infinity album (2000). The original version of this song was on Daevid's 1976 album Good Morning.

Daevid Allen / vocals, guitar, piano, Mike Howlett / basses, Didier Malherbe / saxes, flutes, Gilli Smyth / voice, space whisper, Chris Taylor / drums, percussion, Theo Travis / keyboards, saxes, flutes.

Wise Man In Your Heart (D. Allen, M. Howlett. P. Moerlen)

I met a man, a wise old man, the day I lost my pride.
He told me he belonged to me but from me he would hide.
And that I would not hear his voice until I learned to sing.
Now every time I sing I know that I belong.
belong to him.
Singing O why... Singing O why...

He told me he would teach me everything I tried to know.
He made me see that you and me are dreamers in a show.
And when the days were darkest then he lit them with his moons.
And then we crossed the rainbow bridge but we came back...
Came back too soon...
Singing O why... Singing O why...

He showed me where he was Atman that man I could not see.
He pointed to the sky until a ladder I could see.
I climbed for many lives to find the secret golden flower.
And then I woke and found I'd slept for less than half...
Than half an hour.
Singing O why... Singing O why...

He brought us back together then when I was all alone.
He made me see I was not just of earth and skin and bone.
Well it makes you feel so beautiful you can tell your Self apart.
Every time you listen to the wise man in your heart.
Singing O why... Singing O why...




[First posted 7 September 2010]

Sunday, May 3, 2020

WHAT THIS NATION NEEDS NOW ARE SULTANS THAT SWING!



Live 1988 at London Wembley to celebrate Nelson Mandela's 70th birthday. Dire Straits at their best with a bit of help from Eric Clapton.

Mark Knopfler - guitar/lead vocal
Eric Clapton - rhythm guitar
John Isley - bass
Guy Fletcher - keyboard
Terry Williams - drums
Alan Clark - piano/keyboard


I would support any move to replace our present royal houses with charismatic and truly talented musicians.

Why? Well, musicians have an innate sense of melody and harmony, excellent pitch and rhythm, they're experts at inspiring and uplifting rather than bringing people down... and the vast majority are savvy enough to get off the stage before their audiences start yawning.

Apart from that, I find that most musicians get along fine with each other once they get jamming, regardless of what sort of music they play, and wherever musicians go in the world it's real easy for them to make friends and communicate with other musos.

Our new rotating "Sultans of Swing" can get together a few times a year to do a spectacular nationwide tour to keep all Malaysians dancing and celebrating life and jumping for joy.

This is my personal tribute to Malaysia's TRUE kings and queens. Well-loved performers like (to name but a few at random) Amy, M. Nasir, Ning Baizura, Ramli Sarip, Paul Ponnadurai, Rafique Rashid, Julian Mokhtar, Amir Yussof, Sahara Yaacob, Ella, Jamal Abdillah, Khatijah Ibrahim, Zainal Abidin, Sheila Majid, Sharifah Aini, Ito, Michael Veerapen, Josie Thomas, Francissca Peters, Zainal Razak, Jaclyn Victor, Andy Peterson, Gary Gideon, Albert Sirimal, Vijay David, Azmyl Yunor, Joe Kidd, Poe... the list (which hasn't been updated since 2009) goes on and on but I'm sure you get the picture!

[First posted 12 May 2009]