Since I began blogging in December 2006 I've been dipping into other blogs and leaving the occasional comment. Yup, I believe in the Golden Rule. All bloggers love comments. It shows people are reading your output and responding to it. It's also a sneaky way to lure random visitors to your own blog.
One night, I stumbled upon a comment I'd left ages ago on someone's blog... and I was struck by the fact that I had almost completely forgotten what I said. Most times the comments are written on the spur of the moment, scanned for typos, and then published. And that's that. Anyway, I felt prompted to trace a few comments I had scattered here and there along the way, like some digital age Johnny Appleseed, and archive them. Re-reading them after weeks or even months had passed, I found many worth sharing (even if I say so myself!) Why not compile some of the more interesting ones into a blogpost? Why not indeed!
A friend ruminating on Death and Taxes in his blogpost:
This was my comment:
Unsubscribing from the 3D illusion of Decay, Debt and Death.
There are moments when I can happily contemplate living forever... and times when I would be quite happy to die immediately! In either case, the trick is to nullify the grimness and gravity of the grave - to laugh in the face of the unknown - we really don't have much choice. The alternative is to wallow in melancholy and moroseness and to see Life itself as a curse rather than a blessing. As a kid I occasionally allowed my thoughts to stray towards the inevitability of someday witnessing my parents' deaths - and I'd shudder at the horrible notion of never seeing Mum or Dad again.
Ironically, after watching my mother endure five years of dialysis and being subject to other medical ignominies (with a meter running all the while which eventually enriched the medical profession by at least a quarter million ringgit - that's right, folks, not only do you pay death duties, you also get heavily taxed as you're dying) I found myself encouraging her to let go, to allow the currents to take her from the pain and suffering of her bodily existence... I found myself promising her that she would be safe and well protected on the other side of the veil... and, thinking about it, I have served as Angel of Death for quite a number of people over the years!
Often, all one requires is a little reassurance that all of it has been just a colorful drama, a fabulous movie indeed, but the REAL LIFE awaits outside the theater. Indeed, it's like a show within a show within a show (or a trial within a trial :-)... What's evident is that when the Book Religions displaced Ancient Wisdom, they deprived humanity of any in-depth understanding of all the different dimensions in which Consciousness dwells - the only recent cultures that paid any attention at all to the scientific study of Death being the Egyptian and Tibetan; so it is to them that we must turn for some guidance to the realms that reside just beyond the EXIT.
You live in a hologram designed to harvest your vital energy to fuel a machine of destruction and enslavement. However, every atom that exists is a fractal of the entire universe and is supercharged with infinite potential and cosmic intelligence. The part of you that is immortal and indestructible (your Godself or Paramatman) is constantly attempting to wake you up from the robotic trance most humans are born into. Heed these signs. They are clues that will ultimately lead you out of the labyrinth and into true freedom. Good luck on your vision quest!
You know, most of us are passive consumers of reality - shit happens and we bitch about it. Then one day a light bulb flashes on above our heads and we experience a eureka moment - like Pythagoras who exclaimed: "Astonishing! EVERYTHING IS INTELLIGENT!!!"
What that presumably meant was that he suddenly became conscious of the primordial consciousness permeating the quantum space-time within sub-atomic dimensions - more poetically expressed by the mystical knowing that the Divine Dwells Within Our Innermost Core. In effect, we are creators with a small 'C' who will eventually graduate to being Creators with a big 'C'- and then there will be nobody to blame when shit happens because it's only our own shit!
The first fictional being that pops unbidden to mind who has exerted the greatest influence on me, I must confess, is Edgar Rice Burroughs's Tarzan/Lord Greystoke. Indeed, I often think I've modeled my own life after the Lord of the Jungle who, amazingly, is also Lord of the Manor.
A close second might be Conan Doyle's Sherlock Holmes - but, much as I enjoy the occasional bit of sleuthing, I found Holmes's misogynist Old Boy ways (hanging out the whole time with his sidekick Watson) rather off-putting. Same goes for Henry Higgins. Seems to me that our "education system" has done a thoroughly fine job of dumbing down children born in the late 1970s (that's right, when Dr M was education minister) But, alas, the same can be said about Britain - I meet some dazzlingly ignorant young people from there.
Postscript: After 50 years of serious probing and research I have been forced to the inevitable conclusion that a character I profoundly admired (from the New Testament, no less) and who exerted extraordinary influence on my own character development - is not only fictitious but an intentionally manufactured icon inserted into the collective psyche by pioneers of mass mind control. That's right, folks, I'm referring to the world's most successful fictional character, Yeshu Ben Joseph aka Jesus the Christ :-)
Political systems on this planet are essentially a facade for old-style warlordism - wherein the baboon with the longest fangs and loudest roar (and who controls a large army of samseng,* uniformed or otherwise) invariably ends up being Boss Baboon.
In effect, Might-Is-Always-Right (as the UK/US-Israeli Gang have clearly demonstrated in recent days). Same applies to the Baboon Nazional party who have had such a long run ruining the country it's very hard for them to contemplate giving up their power to anybody now or anytime.
The ones largely responsible for propping them up are the comfortable, well-educated middle-classes whose obsession with financial success turns them into potential Ananda Krishnans, Vincent Tans, and Patrick Lims (got enough money can buy the garmen wat?). BN's prime appeal is to the lowest common denominator of primeval self-interest. Donkair de udder flers, aku cukup makan sudahlah!**
The phenomenal world is like a magic lantern show of moving images that ceaselessly change and distract from the ONLY authentic task at hand: clearing our neural and emotional circuitry so that we can individually emerge from our cocoons of illusory powerlessness and victimhood. As each of us achieves Buddhahood and other degrees of spiritual maturity, the historical nightmare on this beautiful planet will abruptly end.
Bloggers (and most humans for that matter) are like gossips. Always a new sensation to obliterate yesterday’s scandal. Another day, another disaster… and for businessmen, it’s always busyness-as-usual… until the first heart attack or stroke.
The Battle at Wounded Knee, Malaysian style. Goreng pisang seller. How totally appropriate! It just wasn’t this guy’s day. But they say “Bapak borek, anak rintik” (Like Father, Like Son) - and who’s the “Bapak” of the Polis Di Raja Malaysia? Isn’t it the Home Minister? Is he at Home??? If you get mauled by a vicious dog, you find out who the owner is and file a suit.
It may once have been fashionable, indeed de rigueur in journalistic circles, to sound worldly-wise and cynical, Mat Salleh, but your busyness-as-usual mindset has become part of the problem, not part of the solution.
Are you too old to have ideals? Must you reduce everything in life to the Bottom Line by viewing the world through that primly puckered aperture in your nether regions? Do you truly believe you can get away with pretending to be "objective" in an observer-created universe? What comes across in your opinion piece is that you subscribe to a belief in politics-as-usual, failing to see the significance of such a massive turnout for the 10 November march.
And, in this instance, what's genuinely important isn't the expected Umno infighting - or the rulers' sophisticated mummery - it's the fact that so many Malaysians from across the racial and social spectrum overcame their own fear and inertia to show the BN that they will no longer be intimidated by the police nor will they be placated by pious platitudes and empty promises of clean and efficient government.
Without the police roadblocks and the turning away of dozens of buses at the outskirts of KL, the crowd on Saturday may well have exceeded 100,000 - and that's a REAL phenomenon when you consider the climate of fear Malaysians have lived under for 20 years. I'm so glad I was there to witness so many Malaysians break free of the shackles of their own fear. And FEAR is the only power any oppressive government can wield over people - the power to terrorize and paralyze them via the mass media. You are doing us all a gross injustice by belittling this simple act of bravery consciously undertaken by at least 50,000 Malaysians.
GLOSSARY
*samseng = hooligan, thug
**Donkair de udder flers, aku cukup makan sudahlah! = Après moi le déluge!
[First published on 24 November 2007, reposted 2 September 2013 & 12 January 2019]
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.
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, later to alternate days, and 100 mg now twice weekly.
[First posted 1 January 2018, reposted 8 December 2018, 28 August 2019 & 6 May 2020]
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It may once have been fashionable, indeed de rigueur in journalistic circles, to sound worldly-wise and cynical, Mat Salleh, but your busyness-as-usual mindset has become part of the problem, not part of the solution.
