The Merry Month of May That Was (Part 2)

Blue Buddha (photo: Jaap Buys)

Lumbar puncture or spinal tap

During his first night in the Hospital Putrajaya ICU a lumbar puncture had been conducted on Ahau to get a sample of his cerebrospinal fluid, so they could test for meningitis. I was glad my boy was still under heavy sedation.

Early the next morning, I looked in on Ahau to see that he was awake but groggy and confused. His hands and feet had been strapped to the bed to stop him from pulling out his intravenous drip and ventilation tube. The doctors reported that his respiration pattern was swiftly normalizing and that the tube could soon be removed. They kept him on oxygen to ease his breathing as there was a slight swelling of his throat lining caused by abrasions the previous day when he was being intubated.

Heiko & Selina Niedermeyer, master healers

By midday when Mary returned with Anoora, Ahau was strong enough to struggle against his bonds. He only calmed down if Mary kept well out of sight. 

In the afternoon four friends visited – Heiko and Selina, accompanied by Robin and Michelle. As it was past visiting hours, only two were allowed into the ICU. Robin and Michelle opted to wait in the lobby while I accompanied Heiko and Selina to the ICU where they immediately began working on him by softly singing the medicine Buddha mantra, followed by one mala of the Dorje Gotrab (composed by the great guru Padmasambhava himself).

Ahau responded positively to the soft melodious chanting. I noticed he instantly calmed down and at one point touched Selina’s hand with his head, as if to thank her. This is what I shared on facebook:

Last night, Mary Maguire had trouble sleeping (understandably) so she did the Blue Buddha meditation to calm & center herself. Suddenly she felt reconnected through the heart with Ahau, who had been adrift in the astral while his physical form lay inert under massive sedation. She visualized placing a Blue Buddha upon his head, then finally fell asleep. And this afternoon Heiko & Selina, our beloved healer friends, showed up at the hospital and chanted (more like sang) a Blue Buddha mantra by Ahau's bedside for 20 minutes. He at first struggled to get up, then he focused clear, penetrating looks at each of us (I sensed an inscrutable smile twinkling at me as tiny teardrops welled up in the corners of his intense eyes). 

We were undisturbed the whole time the soft singing/chanting went on. I closed my eyes momentarily & saw Ahau at the center of a lotus unfolding its petals in infinitely expanding ripples, spreading from the room to infinity. Later as we left the ICU, Selina told me she saw Ahau sitting totally naked with eyes closed in lotus position while a Blue Buddha in his heart emanated healing blue light in every direction & dimension. I was delighted to note that both Mary & Selina had independently conjured the Blue Buddha in their mind's eye.

Facebook played a major rôle in Ahau’s rapid recovery. While he was being attended to by medics at the KKB emergency room, I posted this status update:

A surreal & terrifying day. Ahau had fits & is now under sedation. Not your typical Sunday. Will accompany him to whichever hospital in KL he's taken. Please help visualize him back in fine form soon, thanks.

Within minutes my timeline was flooded with supportive responses from friends and strangers near and far. Indeed, facebook was the crucial link between Ahau, Mary and me - and the rest of the world. Friends immediately included Ahau in their thoughts and prayers - and many happen to be human angels and powerful healers connected to healing circles around the planet. By updating them via facebook, I was keeping them energetically linked to Ahau. 

An intubated & heavily sedated Ahau being transferred by ambulance to Selayang Hospital

This note was posted on May 27th:

On the mundane plane it has been distressing to watch helplessly as Ahau assumes the role of a trapped bird in the medical Matrix. The horror of hospitals has been magnificently mitigated by the compassion, helpfulness, competence, dedication to duty & humanity we have encountered every step of the long road from Kg Pertak to Putrajaya Hospital. He cannot comprehend why he has awoken to being strapped to a strange bed, surrounded by electronic blips, with tubes sticking out of his wrists. Whenever he senses the presence or sees a familiar being his impulse is to sit up & escape from this weird nightmare where he is utterly powerless. When he finds himself bound like a contemporary Prometheus, his heartbeat triples & he becomes enraged, Any free, unformatted spirit would react likewise to waking up on a Prison Planet!

A thoughtful Ahau contemplates life from Bed 17, Ward 4A, Hospital Putrajaya

And yet, on the transcendental planes, everything is unfolding as it should & must, The shock of witnessing the sudden & unexpected system crash of our beloved Bunyip Ahau Ben has only magnified a millionfold our love for this exasperating yet utterly adorable being & our gratitude for being his closest buddies. Within a minute of my posting word of Ahau being unwell, pure heart love began funneling in from all directions through digital portals. It was overwhelming & uplifting at the same time. Regardless of friend or stranger, humans somehow always rise to the occasion, we were poignantly reminded.

Mei Watson, wounded healer

On the afternoon of May 27th, more friends arrived at Putrajaya Hospital offering help. Mei Watson, my wounded healer buddy, came with a whole set of essential oils which she proceeded to apply on Ahau, who responded very well to her tender ministrations. Shortly afterwards, two more soul-buddies showed up: Gerald Wee and Joel Low, both regular visitors at Magick River, had come to my rescue in January 2010 while I was tied to my bed in Sungai Buloh Hospital and freed me from my bonds, thereby breaking the spell and facilitating my discharge a few days later.

Gerald Wee, master of dragon chi

Gerald Wee comes from a shamanic lineage and works with dragon energy. He simply stood near Ahau and immersed him in a pristine and primordial energy field, supporting Mei Watson’s work with essential oils. While they were there, word came that Ahau was to be transferred to a normal ward. It was heartening to see Ahau out of the Intensive Care Unit and in a more relaxed room with a view.

Mary and Anoora arrived later with Ahau’s laptop and a magazine, which considerably perked him up. But he still had no desire to eat solids and was even refusing water. At least he no longer required oxygen and his hands and feet were free, so he could be helped to the toilet, a big step towards full recovery.

My beloved rinpoche, Ahau Ben, exploring the astral while fast asleep

PART 3

The Merry Month of May That Was (Part 1)

Star Commander Lee Ahau Ben Anoor-Antares in 2004

It was Bob Dylan’s 73rd birthday. My artist-astrologer friend Melissa Lin had invited me to dinner at Rimbun Dahan where she was on a 4-month residency. Met up with a few dear friends and renewed my acquaintance with the hospitable Hijjas family. Decided to continue to Bandar Utama where some young friends were hosting an open mic session at Paradox Café. We had a jolly jam session; met up with two old friends and made a few new ones. Got home around 3:30am and, as usual, didn’t get to bed till around 6:00. Heard my Vandalusian songbird Ahau Ben chirping merrily away. The sun wasn’t even up but my only begotten son was already at his laptop, doing his YouTube routine. It was a cheerful sound to fall asleep to.

Ahau asleep on 12 October 2012

Sunday, May 25th, 2014, around 11am: rudely awoken by Mary Maguire screaming at the top of her lungs, I grabbed my sarong and rushed over next door to find Ahau on the floor, having just puked on the mat. He looked wild-eyed and frightened and his hands were like claws. Mary said she had popped in from the kitchen a minute ago to find Ahau’s eyes unfocused and his fingers rigid. Thinking it might be an epileptic fit (though he has no previous history of that) she put him into recovery position on the floor so he wouldn’t swallow his tongue and suffocate.

As I knelt down and immersed him in my energy field, Ahau vomited again and his body went into spasms. While I whispered star language in his ears, Mary picked up the phone and called 999, hands trembling. She managed to keep calm as the police operator began interrogating her with absolutely no sense of urgency instead of passing her call to the nearest ambulance service. Finally, she got through to the KKB District Hospital and they said an ambulance would be despatched. Bonzo Dog came running in and sniffed Ahau all over, nudging him with his canine nose. He seemed as concerned as both Mary and me.

Anoora just looked dazed. I got her to take my place beside Ahau and ran back to put on some clothes. There’s nothing more nerve wracking than for a parent to contemplate the possibility of losing a child. True, I view life and death differently than most people and have never been inclined to wallow in grief and misery - always opting for the most inclusive, most all-embracing, and the most uplifting perspective.

Jolly joy boy Ahau Ben

Indeed, when Ahau was only 7 a psychic friend had warned me that Ahau may not survive long past puberty; that he had come on a specific mission and when he was done he would simply leave. I deeply resented hearing that but nonetheless took on it board.

In December 2010 when my beloved canine son Roger Reginald Putra was brutally murdered by a demonically possessed Orang Asli, probably for chasing after his motorbike, I was utterly grief-stricken. Imagine how much worse it would be to lose a human offspring.

Seeing Ahau in that scary state, not knowing the cause or outcome, I was prepared for any eventuality - but decided unequivocally that I would opt for our darling son to stick around, no matter what difficulties may arise around his “disabilities” and his almost complete dependency on others. It was a pivotal moment that brought into clear focus the totality and unconditionality of my love for that very special boy.

The ambulance arrived and we had to carry the unconscious Ahau down two flight of steps in his duvet because they had no stretchers with body straps. It’s a 12-minute drive to the KKB District Hospital but that ambulance was so horribly bumpy I was compelled to mention it to the attendant who said the problem was that the Health Ministry bought goods vans and converted them - instead of ordering customized ambulances with high-grade suspensions. “We are the ones who use these vehicles every day but nobody bothered to ask our opinion,” he confided.

Mary and Anoora arrived at the Emergency Room shortly afterwards while Ahau was being stabilized by the hospital assistants. Knowing the situation was no longer in our hands, I calmed down and held the beam for those attending to Ahau who appeared on the verge of another fit. They sedated him but his body resisted it and they increased the dosage. Finally the doctor had to switch to ketamine to knock him out so they could intubate him.

A bit of an overgrown baby

I kept popping into the emergency room to see if they had finished but the procedure took a long time. Dr Sashi explained that he had problems inserting the tube down Ahau’s throat. “I’ve never seen anyone with vocal cords like his,” the young doctor said. “One in a million!”

No wonder Ahau has had difficulty with human speech and opts to emit an incredible range of birdlike or dolphinlike sounds when he isn’t speaking his own take on human languages, Gobbledygook.

The KKB District Hospital isn’t equipped to handle any but the most routine of medical situations. Dr Sashi began phoning around to see which big hospital would admit Ahau. Incredibly, every ICU bed in hospitals within 2 hours of KKB was occupied, but Ahau was sent to Selayang Hospital anyway, in the hope that a bed in the ICU would become available when he arrived.

Ahau at 2: a very cheerful baby who loved water

Another bumpy ambulance ride, though minimally better than the first, and we were at the Selayang Hospital emergency and trauma ward, where the heavily sedated Ahau was wheeled off for a CT scan. The doctors at Selayang were young and reassuringly professional. They reported that the scan showed there was a slight edema (swelling) and there were symptoms of viral infection. Three doctors in particular had friendly, helpful auras – Drs Zetti, Haris and Amar. It was the latter who accompanied Ahau and me in the ambulance along with a nurse when Putrajaya Hospital agreed to take him. By the time we arrived at the southernmost part of Selangor state it was close to 11pm.

After 48 hours in the Hospital Putrajaya ICU Ahau was transferred to Ward 4A

Mary arrived at Putrajaya Hospital with Anoora and our dear friend Soon within minutes of Ahau being wheeled into emergency prior to being sent directly to the ICU. As I was taking the first watch Anoora had packed a small knapsack for me. Amazingly she had seen fit to include my Peruvian poncho and a book I had just started reading. I must have cut a surreal figure at 3 in the morning walking about the hospital grounds in my rainbow poncho. Dr Radha who was in charge of the ICU that night had taken my phone number and assured me that no news was good news as far as Ahau was concerned. I knew he was in excellent, dedicated hands. Dr Radha herself had the sweetest face and an angelic aura. It was hard to reconcile the cold-blooded colossal bureaucratic monstrosity called Putrajaya with the warmth and humanity of everyone I had met at the hospital.

PART 2

DEBUNKING DE LIGHT (repost)

I've been a debunker myself, especially around the age of 15 or 16 when I took great pleasure in debunking religion (particularly churchianity) and later civilization itself. But I soon realized the urge to debunk was merely part of growing up.

I've seen a lot of debunking in my time. In fact, it seems that every time someone writes a book or announces a new paradigm or introduces a sharp new terminology into the system, it doesn't take long before a detractor or two will arrive on the scene and proceed to debunk my latest pet belief. Indeed, everytime I get swept up on the crest of a peak experience and remember my own divinity - I soon get debunked by those who want me to retain a recognizable form and function within a "safe" frequency range.

Tuesday Lobsang Rampa (1910-1981)

Debunking happened with Tuesday Lobsang Rampa. He declared that he was a walk-in; his Englishman's body was inhabited and operated by a reincarnated Tibetan lama. I recall there was a vicious campaign mounted against Rampa, and it promoted the idea that he was just an imaginative writer of fiction. But the damage had been done: millions of impressionable teenagers and middle-aged housewives had been informed about astral traveling and third eyes. There was no holding back the floodtide of mystical whimsy.

After that it was Erich von Däniken and his "Chariots of the Gods" series. His was a timely message about astronaut gods but he overused the exclamation mark and annoyed many with his dogmatism. Needless to say, he was quickly debunked.

Carlos Castaneda (1925-1998)

Carlos Castaneda, L. Ron Hubbard, Aleister Crowley, The Holy Blood & The Holy Grail researchers, Crop Circles, Bhagwan Rajneesh aka Osho, Drunvalo Melchizedek, Dan Winter, José Argüelles,Whitley Strieber, Zecharia Sitchin, Deepak Chopra, Photon Belt proponents, Barbara Hand Clow, Merkabah activations, UFO contactees, the Ashtar Command, Y2K doomsdayers, John Lamb Lash, even Buckminster Fuller... LOTS of gurus, ascended masters and their ideas have been debunked and reality models dismissed by professional debunkers.

Hugo Weaving as Agent Smith
(the ultimate debunker) 

Of course, it's always a bit dampening to have a pet theory laid bare by cold logic or jaundiced perspectives. Parts of myself remain cynical - but my cynicism is reserved for those that would maintain and reinforce the corrupt and degenerate Status Quo - not for those whose efforts are directed towards transforming our intellectual materialism and opening our collective third eye to multidimensional options.

What I feel these days is a certain numbness of the intellect - but my heart is open to embracing all beliefs, no matter how infantile and ignorant; and viewing them as a moving gestalt of fragmented truths, a kaleidoscope of everchanging notions and revelations that ultimately culminate in a crystalline epiphany of Meaning and a soaring symphony of extended octave harmonies.

Debunking teaches us not to cling too tenaciously to anything or anyone or any idea. The only indivisible and indestructible Truth is that we are perfect holograms of the One, fractals of beauty beyond definition or description. And we are gathered here to witness and co-create the magickal manifestation of a New Heaven on a New Earth in the only way it can be accomplished: through synergetic cooperation and loving coherence as an infinitely extendable family of souls.

In lak’ech … A lak’en 

("I am you ... and you are me" in Mayan)

Antares

12 April 2000

[First posted 14 June 2017]

HIGHly Educational Videos on YouTube (revisited)

AWAKENING, ESCHATOLOGY & ENTHEOGENS 2012 
An interview with Neil Kramer, the man behind the blog "the Cleaver." Neil joins us to discuss his articles, his Awakening, Consciousness, Self-Actualization, Spirituality, Entheogens, Eschatology and much more. Topics Discussed: 9/11, The Matrix, Recognizing the Conspiracy, the Unveiling, 2012, Rebooting The Planet, The Mayan Calendar, Ian Lungold & Carl Johan Calleman, Terence McKenna's "Timewave Zero," Disappearance, The Rapture, from 3D to 4D, Media and Imprinting, Jeremy Narby's The Cosmic Serpent, Ayahuasca, Fractal Geometry, Structure of the Universe and much more.



ENTHEOGENIC DNA: invisible landscapes are all around us, we are multidimensional beings. Perception is a frequency, a bandwidth, and so is Being. Tune in... Enjoy!

[Inspired by a timely forward from Ilona Anna Maj, first posted 7 June 2008, reposted 4 June 2018]

A Wishbone Ash retrospective (repost)

Thanks to Razak Yusoff (and YouTube) whose video link on Facebook restimulated some fond memories of my early infatuation with this classic rock band which has inspired at least two generations of air guitarists. Here's a selection of what I consider the best of Wishbone Ash.  Note that I've kept my favorite song for the last...

Wishbone Ash are considered to be one of the major innovators of the harmony twin lead guitar format. Formed in Devon, United Kingdom (in 1969) by Martin Turner (bass/vocals) the original Wishbone Ash line-up was completed by guitarists/vocalists Andy Powell and Ted Turner, and Steve Upton (drums and percussion). In 1974, Ted Turner left the band, and was replaced by Laurie Wisefield. The band continued on with strong critical and commercial success until 1980.



After revolving line-ups featuring former members from King Crimson, Trapeze, and Uriah Heep, Laurie Wisefield quit in 1985. In 1987, however, the original line-up reunited for several albums - Nouveau Calls, Here to Hear, and Strange Affair - until 1990, when Steve Upton quit the band. After Martin Turner was replaced in 1991, the band recorded Live In Chicago, before Ted Turner quit in 1993. Since 1995, the band have continued with mixed critical and commercial success, changing members on several albums. In 2004, Martin Turner formed his own version of Wishbone Ash, and tours frequently.

[Source: Wikipedia]



My first exposure to Wishbone Ash was in 1972 when I bought their outstanding Argus album (which features many of the songs included in this post). I was immediately drawn to their clean, precise, beautifully constructed guitar harmonies, conjuring long-buried memories of ancient battlefields and bravery - while evoking an uplifting sense of soulful lyricism and spiritual warriorship.



The cover of the Argus album showed a helmeted sentinel standing atop a misty hill, clutching a spear and gazing at the sky. At first sight it was like a scene right out of 9th century Britain - but a closer look reveals a flying saucer approaching from a distance. This unexpected blend of Sword and Saucery proved to be a heady concoction and Wishbone Ash became an immensely popular touring band, especially in the US.



Commercial success brought along its own problems and Wishbone Ash suffered numerous changes of personnel, with a couple of original members walking out. In 1998 lead guitarist Andy Powell formally registered "Wishbone Ash" as a trademark, effectively assuming leadership and management of the band. Prior to that, founding member Martin Turner had favored a more democratic approach to business whereby everyone had an equal share of the royalties.



With Andy Powell in charge, the others in the band became hired sessionists.



In 2004 Martin Turner decided to form a splinter group called Martin Turner's Wishbone Ash and performed a series of concerts which yielded a few live albums, as well as a new version of the 1972 Argus album.







Despite personality differences and frequent lineup changes Wishbone Ash has somehow managed to keep going as a musical entity for more than 40 years. The latest album, Power of Eternity, was released in 2007.

[First posted 16 August 2010]

THE EUNUCH WHO BECAME A GOD (repost)

Odds are, this blog entry would be in Chinese – were it not for a twist of fate that made the mighty Ming dynasty turn isolationist after the death of Admiral Zheng He in 1433.

I remember reading about the exploits of China’s legendary eunuch admiral, Zheng He (sometimes rendered Cheng Ho), as almost a casual footnote in the history books. All the big names in navigation were, of course, European: Ferdinand Magellan, Bartolomeu Dias, Vasco da Gama, Christopher Columbus. Occasionally I’d come across a reference to Leif Eriksson’s discovery of North America in 1001; or an apocryphal tale of some intrepid (or gloriously intoxicated) Irish monk crossing the Atlantic in a coracle centuries before Columbus stumbled upon the West Indies.

It wasn’t till fairly recently that the world has seen a resurgence of scholarly interest in the geopolitical significance of Zheng He’s Seven Voyages between 1405 and 1433. Gavin Menzies published in 2002 a best-seller called 1421 in which he postulates that Zheng He had despatched a few ships from his gigantic Treasure Fleet to explore the oceans west of Africa, and that the Chinese had successfully circumnavigated the world a full century before Magellan (more on this at www.1421.tv). Menzies suggests, furthermore, that Zheng He’s scoutships may have visited North America (where Ming pottery shards were recently unearthed), sailed as far south as Australia, and perhaps even the Antarctic. The eunuch admiral’s navigators produced detailed maps which found their way to Europe, initiating a fever of maritime exploration at the beginning of the 16th century that saw Portugal, Spain, Holland, and England competing for supremacy at sea as a means to world domination.

In any case there can be no doubt whatsoever that the absolute master of the global seaways in the 15th century was Admiral Zheng He - loyal emissary of the Ming Court, supreme commander of the imperial Treasure Fleet, fearless explorer, and diplomat extraordinaire. Eunuch jokes aside, Zheng He was a ballsy larger-than-life hero who towered above his peers at a standing height of nine Chinese feet (approximately six-foot-eight by modern measure).

Zheng He’s name at birth was Ma Sanpao. He belonged to a Central Asian tribe known as the Semur which converted to Islam before migrating to Yunnan Province. When the Chinese army invaded Yunnan in 1382, the 11-year-old Ma Sanpao was taken captive, castrated, and given as a personal slave to Prince Zhu Di, who seized the Ming throne from his elder brother Zhu Yunwen in 1402, proclaiming himself Emperor Yong Le (“Everlasting Joy”). During Zhu Di’s military campaign against his sibling, Ma Sanpao distinguished himself as a cunning and fearless fighter. Yong Le was determined to extend tne glory of the Ming Dynasty to the far ends of the earth. Having rebuilt the Great Wall so that China’s rear end was covered, he conferred on Ma Sanpao, his brave and trusted eunuch warrior, the nom de guerre “Zheng He” and offered him the title, “Admiral of the Western Seas.”

Atmospheric cutaway of a Chinese Treasure Ship from the voyage of Zheng He in 1405 (Stephen Biesty 2011)

Between 1405 and 1433 Zheng He embarked on seven voyages that established Chinese naval and diplomatic supremacy in 36 countries - including Taiwan, Vietnam, Cambodia, The Philippines, Brunei, Java, Aceh, Temasek, the Melaka Sultanate, Siam, India, Ceylon, the Maldives, Persia, Arabia, the Swahili Coast of Africa, North America, and the Pacific Islands. Zheng He’s fleet was truly massive. One biographer writes: “No other nation on earth had ever sent such a fleet onto the ocean. It included sixty-two large ships, some 600 feet long, larger than any other on the seas. Hundreds of smaller vessels accompanied them.” On certain voyages Zheng He’s Grand Fleet carried as many as 28,000 crew and the decks were lined with huge tubs of earth for planting vegetables and fruit trees. Fresh bean sprouts - and tofu in every imaginable form - were a staple diet at sea, providing the crew sufficient nutrients to minimize scurvy on long voyages.

Emperor Zhu Di was succeeded in 1424 by his son Zhu Gaozhi, whose 9-month reign was fraught with palace intrigue and financial anxiety. He ordered an abrupt halt to all treasure ship expeditions and concentrated on internal affairs, believing that China’s security lay in a robust policy of agrarian reform. Some researchers speculate that, during the 8-year hiatus between his sixth and seventh voyages, Zheng He was charged with the establishment of an Imperial Intelligence Agency, a prototype CIA, in effect.

The next Ming emperor, Zhu Zhanji, ascended the throne in 1425 and was somewhat more outward-looking, reinstating the practice of receiving tributes from far-flung vassal states – but it wasn’t till January 1432 that Zheng He embarked on his last and largest voyage with 317 ships. Sensing it might be his final journey, the Admiral erected a stone pillar - inscribed with a detailed account of his previous voyages - at a temple in Chang Le on the Fujian Coast dedicated to the Celestial Spouse (a Taoist goddess). In the 1930s this important artefact was rediscovered, leading to a revival of academic interest in Zheng He’s remarkable accomplishments.

According to most accounts Zheng He (already ailing before he set sail) died on the return voyage in 1433 and was buried with full honors at sea; but we shall never know if he was reunited with his “missing parts” as was customary for imperial eunuchs. The Chinese believed that the deceased could otherwise never reincarnate as a man. Emperor Zhu Zhanji survived Admiral Zheng He by only two years and his passing marked the end of China’s seafaring era. Confucian court advisors advocating national introversion overruled the imperial eunuchs who sought to build upon Zheng He’s maritime achievements. The great shipyards at Longjiang were shut down, Zheng He’s voluminous journals were removed from the imperial archives (and destroyed or stolen), and in 1500 it was decreed that anyone building seaworthy vessels with more than two masts would be sentenced to death. In 1575 the emperor ordered the arrest of all merchants trading with foreigners and the destruction of all oceangoing ships. And thus the torch of naval exploration and systematic colonization passed into European hands.

Cheng Ho Cultural Museum, 51 Lorong Hang Jebat, Melaka

Melaka’s central location on the sea route between the South China Sea and the Bay of Bengal made it Zheng He’s main port-of-call on all seven of his voyages. In 2005, to mark the 600th anniversary of Zheng He’s first naval expedition, the multimillion-ringgit Cheng Ho Cultural Museum was officially inaugurated in Melaka, on the riverbank site of the Admiral’s original godown.

This massive project was funded by private capital largely raised by well-known Zheng He authority, Professor Tan Ta Sen, and the Gwei family (who contributed hundreds of priceless porcelain pieces to the excellent Ming exhibit on the second floor).

According to Gwei Tze Co, who took me on a tour of the museum, part of the godown also served as living quarters for one of Zheng He’s captains, whose descendants can still be found in various parts of Malaysia. He showed me a couple of wells dug during Zheng He’s stopovers, a source of potable water after all these centuries. Admiring a gilded bust of the Eunuch Admiral in the foyer, I sensed that this wasn’t so much a museum as a shrine to a great hero of antiquity who has attained cult status in certain quarters. Indeed, Zheng He devotees in various parts of Central Java continue to revere him as a deity every year in a ritual procession from Semarang’s Tay Kak Sie temple to a mysterious cave temple called Gedung Batu, said to have been built by Zheng He’s master pilot.

The Cheng Ho Museum also features a life-sized tableau commemorating Parameswara’s visit in 1411 to the Ming Court, where he was formally recognized by China as the King of Melaka. A Sumatran prince-in-exile, Parameswara sought refuge from his enemies in a sleepy fishing village on the western coast of the Malay Peninsula in the late 1390s and transformed it into the great Kingdom of Melaka.

Parameswara is recognized as King of Melaka by the Ming Emperor

Other exhibits include maps, paintings, a scale model of the Treasure Fleet, maritime artefacts from the Ming era, and dioramas offering a vivid glimpse of life amongst the Chinese community in Melaka after Zheng He’s arrival. If you happen to be in the vicinity, a visit to the thoughtfully appointed Cheng Ho Cultural Museum at 51 Lorong Hang Jebat, Melaka, will prove stimulating and thought-provoking. View an audiovisual introduction to Zheng He, or purchase books and DVDs on his remarkable transformation from eunuch to deity. Call 606-2831135 for more information.

[This article first appeared in The Hilt, December 2006. Uploaded 27 February 2007, reposted 14 November 2014 & 9 June 2016]

Anchoring the Arcturus/Antares Midway Station on Earth (a tribute to eternal friendship)

Antares with Shanthini Kandiah & Dave Cawson in February 2017

I was traveling with my 13-year-old daughter Belle in Nepal, December 1984, when I bumped into Shanthini and Dave Cawson at the Biman office in Kathmandu. Our flight back to Kuala Lumpur involved a compulsory 3-day stopover in Dhaka, Bangladesh, hotel paid for by the airline. We ended up marooned in the Blue Nile (a no-budget dive on New Elephant Road) chatting a lot. 

Dave, Mary & Shanthini

Discovered that Shanthini's dad Kandiah was once based in Batu Pahat and he was my dad's drinking buddy. Dave was a fan of John C. Lilly (pioneer in dolphin intelligence research and inventor of the Samadhi Tank) and so was I. 

Mary Maguire met Dave and Shanthini in 1989 soon after she met me... and here we are, many adventures later, still a bunch of jolly good friends! ❤ ❤ ❤

What first drew me to Dave was the astounding similarity of our vision quests. My awakening in 1969 and his in 1971 looked like "nervous breakdowns" from the outside but were, in truth, powerful breakthroughs. This led Dave to explore the depths of his own psyche via metaphysical teachings preserved by the Rosicrucians and, later, through a funky Dane turned Karma Kagyu lama named Ole Nydahl. Over the decades, our orbits have intersected in a slow dance of telepathic resonances and synchronicities.

In keeping with his priestly lineage, Dave has always been more cautious, more conservative in his approach to the mysteries than I am inclined to be. Our deep soul connection has been one where Dave would listen in astonishment to my stories but he would always reserve judgment, opting to adopt a more Apollonian outlook (as opposed to my Dionysian proclivities).

Dave and I haven't been in regular contact for quite a few years but on October 31st, 2020, I received an email from him which profoundly touched my soul:

Dear Friend,

How fare thee? Many good wishes for your health, wealth and happiness. Long have I wanted to write this to you but so many times the hand is stayed and rightly so. The heart is now fully open, thusly the rest. How could it be otherwise?

Many places have I known you and much have I marvelled at your radiance. Always accepting the other's weakness you exemplify the expansion of human love into divine love. The threshold of realisation - the gateless gate - indeed the eye of the needle. The paradigm shift explicable at last. You always had the words, you shone like the sun itself, but veiled from the profane - exactly! So great is god that you as a manifestation are indeed god. Already you know - like the Eagles' "She can't take you anywhere you don't already know how to go." 

So, my appreciation of your presence in my life is the illustration of my consciousness, not a subtle attempt to propitiate - ah that devious ego - but no that finally collapsed when I stepped in fiery embers two weeks ago. I'm only now able to walk - totter actually. Phew - firewalkers raise their vibes so high they can and do walk through fire. So this one found out the truth that day and it penetrated - so what we think is the end after years of trying is actually only the first step on an infinite path. A platitude, a truism to the wise.

Today we fly without having to leave the ground. Soon you'll turn around, who is that in my peripheral, but once again nothing. Ah then slowly, we hold without looking, but knowing and looking. Maybe today, maybe not, maybe another time, maybe never, maybe always. I gotta work on my firewalking -  what a trip. What a long strange trip it's been. 

In eternality,

Arcturus

31 October 2020

My response was immediate:

My beloved friend from beyond the spacetime continuum, Hail Arcturus, good old Dave!

Only a tiny handful of friends left who write me the occasional juicy email, we're so accustomed to quick messages via whatsapp & FB messenger these days. 

Thank you for the special treat & the heartfelt & deeply appreciated positive feedback. You are among, literally, a handful of human associates with the necessary advanced perceptual faculties to see beyond outward appearances & are thus able, at precisely the right moment, to provide me with just the right amount of reassurance for me to soldier on, regardless. I've been lucky to have encountered a few random humans gifted with the sight who have reported seeing the full extent of my energy field. 

In February 2019 I reconnected with another Nefertiti embodiment who has the clairvoyant ability to observe an impressive range of frequencies. She told me she was shocked to accidentally catch a glimpse of my true form, which she described as an 11th Dimensional entity! That was nice to hear & we did have a go at reconnecting as husband & wife, for old times' sake, but that only lasted a few months. She was always seeing dragons around the area & told me she saw us both transforming into dragons when our energy fields merged.

How did you end up walking on hot coals (leftover bonfire in the garden?) Fortunately my first & only experience of firewalking occurred under the flamboyant auspices of Tony Robbins in 2005, when Belle treated her Daddyums to a 5-day Unleash the Power Within seminar in Sydney (even paying for airfare & accommodation). The event started at 2:30PM with around 3,000 participants & Tony was able, by 9:30PM to persuade nearly 2,000 newbies to attempt the firewalk. I just had to experience it & boy am I glad I did! There were 22 lanes of smoldering embers tended by professional teams & it was a brilliant way to give the group a peak experience on the very first day.

There's too much to tell & yet nothing at all. The Time Compression Effect we've been feeling since 2012 makes everything appear like a blur, one day becoming the next & each month merging into another & the only way we can tell we've been traveling at all is when we look in the mirror & notice the wear & tear on our vehicles. Nevertheless, I for one am extremely grateful I can still hop from rock to rock & imagine myself immortal (though for some years now my third leg can only maintain the pace with a little bit of help from Ali's Cane).

With Love Supreme & Eternal,

Antares

~^@^~

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31 Oct 2020

I celebrate the beautiful soul bonds that keep some of us connected over multiple incarnations - and it is always a thrill when we encounter someone we know we have known since the beginning of our adventures in the physical realms. 

To the deathlessness of friendship and love beyond appearances.

AA Midway Station – Arcturus/Antares Midway station, located interdimensionally above the planetary midpoint between Jupiter and Maldek (Asteroid Belt). Also known as “the Mother Ship” the AA Midway station is the location of the particular unit of the Galactic Federation assigned to monitoring the star system Velatropa 24.3, scene of the final dramas of the Free Will experiment.

READ ABOUT SOME OF OUR EARTHLY ADVENTURES HERE!

[First posted 25 February2021, reposted 7 March 2024]

My Pilgrimage to Bamboo River (Part 1)

The female malaria-bearing anopheles mosquito (courtesy of National Geographic)

I want to record, first of all, my profound love for and pride in my family members - especially my daughters Belle and Moon, their supportive spouses; my soul-buddy and Magick River co-founder Mary Maguire; and Lily Fu (my ever-loving first wife and the feisty mother of my two glittering gems) - for their impeccable managing of my medical crisis in December 2009, triggered by the unsolicited kiss of a female Anopheles mosquito which left an unprecedented amount of deadly plasmodium parasites in my bloodstream.

Yes, it was indeed a vicious Vampire Attack - if you choose to put it in such colorful terms. I am told the plasmodium count in my blood samples broke all previous records in the history of malaria in the Malayan Peninsula. The doctors soberly informed my family that the mortality rate for this particular species of malaria varies between 60-80%.

On Christmas Eve my family was unable to celebrate because it appeared that I was not going to pull through. However, the next day the plasmodium count dramatically plunged and - with the help of dialysis machines, ventilators, catheters, a tangle of tubes and drips - I began my rapid and miraculous recovery. I was later informed that thousands of friends - including my Orang Asli relatives - were praying for me. It's not every day that one can feel such unmitigated gratitude to be so widely loved and deeply cared for.

View of the hospital grounds from my 4th-floor ward

The Sungai Buloh (Bamboo River) Hospital is staffed with some of the most competent doctors and lab technicians you will find anywhere on this planet. The hospital is extremely well maintained and has as pleasant an atmosphere as any of the best private ones. For Malaysian citizens, it only costs RM3 a day to receive 5-star treatment there; and for malaria cases, it's gratis.

I'm very grateful, of course, to the professionals at Sungai Buloh Hospital who took such excellent care of me during my unplanned two-week sojourn there.

My jolly joy boy Ahau visits his dad at Ward 4A

I intend to record my inner pilgrimage during the days leading up to my sudden hospitalization and much of what follows will, of necessity, be rather self-indulgent and perhaps even shocking to genteel sensibilities. I make no apologies for that. What I'm interested in is a truthful and accurate narrative - one that might illuminate for my own benefit - and possibly others' - what significance this strange pilgrimage from Magick River to Bamboo River and back will have on the rest of my life.

So stay tuned, folks!

[Part 2]

Loosely Speaking: A Compilation of Facebook Comments Worth Archiving (repost)

Response to a virtual friend's Facebook video on how shaken she felt after being diagnosed with cancer

The predominant paradigms of Western "civilization" (founded on the Abrahamic Agenda, i.e., the Book Religions) have effectively severed our minds from our bodies and infected our souls with the concept of sin, of Judgement Day, external saviors and scary talk of hellfire and brimstone.

Fear and Guilt have proved to be powerful tools of control, blinding us to our own mysterious origins, the fractal nature of everything, our intimate, electromagnetic interconnectedness with the entire spectrum of life. It has produced money-driven, relentlessly expanding cities that devour the natural environment, destroying intricate ecosystems, literally turning paradises into parking lots, lush landscapes into spiritual wastelands, shopping malls, battlefields, toxic zones.

That's what cancer is really about - cell growth that has gone out of whack with our own coherent fields and become incoherent, subject to entropy and disintegration. I have long viewed cancer as a manifestation of human psychopathy on a massive scale. Imagine a species that meekly allows governments to spend a million times more money on warfare than welfare, that glorifies extravagant lifestyles even as homelessness and hunger proliferate all around. Well, that's one perspective on what cancer symbolizes and how we might go about reversing entropy within our psyches and physical bodies.

There are many other factors to consider - including unresolved emotional trauma, genetic and karmic legacies, even ancestral parasitism. It's alarming that humans have been systematically disempowered by disingenuous institutions to rely almost exclusively, allopathically, on the surgical and pharmacological solutions to health problems - while pooh-poohing or ignoring far more profound and meaningful approaches to restoring our emotional, psychological, physical and metaphysical equilibrium.

I'm so impressed by your courage and honesty... to do a facebook video openly confessing to your bouts of depression and fear is the mark of a true warrior and reveals that you're well positioned to demonstrate the veracity of that old adage: what doesn't kill you will make you stronger.

Please do a bit of research into the benefits of detoxing with C60 and if you're willing to consider a session or two of deep emotional healing, I know a few masterful practitioners of cellular and soulular releasing and reintegration. Yes, I'm an unabashed advocate of "hippy-dippy" notions that true healing must include the realignment of left brain, right brain and heart into a coherent organic vision of wholeness regained. Please consider yourself seriously hugged.

On life extension, population culling & immortality

We live in an era when cell regeneration and rejuvenation, age reversal methods and so on are emerging from the realm of sci-fi and slowly becoming available to humans at large.

It wouldn't surprise me that in the next 10 years (perhaps less) you will find the average human lifespan extendable beyond 150. What's hindering this possibility is that the Elite Cabal are obsessed with culling the population (which they consider cannon fodder and "useless eaters" - rather than nurturing and upgrading human intelligence). Believe me, humans will achieve "genius" potential when someone enlightened and benevolent is put in charge of the education system.

The Polarizing Effect of Two-Party Politics

Perhaps it has to do with age - though I choose to label it maturity - but in recent years I find the self-righteous rhetoric of "leftwing liberals" becoming increasingly abrasive, divisive, judgmental, even hysterical. They pretend to condemn identity politics, but they are themselves the most vociferous promoters of political factionalism (often, alas, in the guise of "minority rights").

I bet they're mostly intractable Trump-deplorers, which suggests that they continue to be mesmerized by the sophisticated mendacity of the Zionist/CIA shill media, blind to the fake progressiveness of the Clinton/Obama camp.

Cunning versus Cleverness

Too bad so many here continue to mistake cunning for cleverness. They seem incapable of independent or original thought, and so they constantly plagiarize, steal and misappropriate.

They are too shallow to have mystical visions, so they settle for superstition and taboos handed down from generations past. They neither have the courage nor the determination to stand on their own, so they hide under the sarongs of those they perceive as the high-and-mighty... who, in truth, are their enemies and oppressors.

Epiphany over Apocalypse

We URGENTLY need to look within, explore, and retrieve our own cellular memory banks; and experience epiphany upon epiphany... as a counterforce to the apocalyptic deathwish implanted in our collective psyches by astral parasites that feed off our negative emotional discharge.

Fake News Alert!

No concrete evidence that Mr & Mrs MO1 are in any way linked to Kevin Morais's grisly murder. And the malicious story that Hussain Najadi was gunned down for sounding the alarm about Najib's AMB accounts is full of holes. Altantuya Shaariibuu executed for trying to blackmail her corrupt lovers? Blown all out of proportion.

Mammon & Moloch

For thousands upon thousands of generations humankind has been seduced (or hijacked) into worshiping the Archdemons Mammon and Moloch (Money and Power) while pretending to fear or love an invisible off-planet (or otherworldly) jealous male god they refer to as Allah, Yahweh, Heavenly Father, Our Lord, or simply Him.

The ancient visionaries (pre-Abrahamic era) had a mystical heart connection with the breathing fertile land that birthed and nourished them and knew her as the Great Mother Goddess (originally from the Galactic Core). I am of that lineage, have always been (even if I did seem to lose my bearings in several incarnations but it turns out the detours were necessary field research).

Politics as we know it is all about Money and Power. Those who remain true to their life purpose follow the call of Beauty and Truth, nothing else. In a world infested with ugly lies, we are the keepers of the immortal spark. Our task is to anchor the primordial vision of E pluribus unum (Unity in Diversity), serving as conscious conduits for the mystical experience of One Becoming Many and Many Becoming One.

So please don't ask me to enter the political fray. You want me to put on a suit and a fake grin and shake the hands of the unawake for a few paltry bucks a month? As the Sultan of Johor famously roared: "Do you expect me to survive on a measly RM27,000 a month?"

Please listen to this intense conversation all the way and you'll understand better where I'm coming from!

Truth is beauty, beauty truth

I am instinctively, naturally drawn to all things beautiful, and continue to maintain, like John Keats, that Beauty and Truth are inextricably entwined, just as Ethics and Aesthetics serve as concave and convex surfaces of a sphere.

Tragically, the long-term effects of Archontization of the Human Psyche has led to ugly urbanization with dull, angular, inorganic structures - monuments to corporate greed that cast a deep shadow of poverty and ghettodom - not to forget the crudification (and crucifixion) of the physical senses (and sensuousness) that has resulted in "scientific materialism" and the modern priesthood of Evil Empiricism that Stephen Hawking perfectly personified.

In defence of Katy Perry

In the last few years I've noticed that "issues" we discuss on social media are revolving more and more narrowly around memes generated as red-herring topics concocted by corporate shills churning out well-crafted magazine features which promote political correctness and "progressive" revisionism.

This has the observable effect of catalyzing heated and hostile debate on Facebook, bringing out the worst in argumentative ego-driven humans who now have the easy option of unfriending each other and enjoying a daily fix of adrenaline and dopamine.

Meanwhile, the forest gets obscured by the trees - truly crucial issues get sidelined, ignored and forgotten - issues that have the potential to unify humanity in a collective effort to address and resolve them, e.g., the radioactive pollution of the oceans from Fukushima and the increasing use of false flag operations to distract the masses from grotesque corruption and to pump up fear and paranoia on a global scale.

What about Google's sneaky use of algorithms to influence popular opinion and Facebook's complicity with covert agencies to gather data on users? Instead, we get incensed when a 19-year-old boy whose desire to save his kisses for some fictional one true love is traumatized and violated by a tantalizingly debauched celebrity cougar on a talent show. We must unite and pass new laws against such insensitive public behavior!

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When Sukhbir began posting in binary

Of late, I have become fearful to share my opinions out in the open. Because having differing views can lead the world to ostracize, vilify, demonize, criticize, and, hilariously, unfriend me. It's like we're all children again. Only, a lot less carefree and more politically correct about the usage of words and how we frame our questions to the world. It's sad because deep, deep down we all want "a better world" to live in and yet we are all divided about how the ideal world should be. From now on, I'll be sharing my thoughts in binary. If the world is really interested, it will make an effort to convert my words into ASCII text. 

Androids are incapable of original thought and independent action, unlike human beings. They are programmed from birth to conform and adopt consensus opinions as their own. Once a young child is formatted to decode alphanumeric symbols, the rest is easy. It's called school, college, or university.

Just be glad we are NOT androids. You can tell right away from three key issues whether someone is capable of independent thought: first is whether they unquestioningly accept the validity of vaccinations (because scientists says so)... second is whether they are easily drawn into identity politics (issues of race, religion, gender, even football club affiliation)... third is whether they feel guilty about their own sexuality and social "vices" like smoking in public.

The Globalist Cabal has primed the millennial mind to be easily influenced by cleverly constructed "street savvy" magazine features (especially of the type you find in BuzzFeed or Huffington Post). Just to be accepted by their peers, they become afraid to express what they really feel about things. In the guise of ersatz "liberalism" an insidious and zombifying totalitarianism has been creeping in since the advent of social media.

Stories, Folklore, Legends, Mythology

Over the many decades I have been researching the esoteric (no less than 50 years) I have encountered and temporarily adopted many different stories - about how Existence came to be, how the Universe began, the age of our Solar System, whether life on earth spontaneously appeared as an anomaly, or we as a species evolved from the primates or were genetically modified by technologically advanced time or space traveling races. Interestingly, the more I learn, the less I know.

All I know for sure is that everything is a story. Our lives are stories and "history" has been a feeble attempt to document the briefest span of time (no more than 13,000 terrestrial years or so) from the male perspective - that's why it's called "his story" - which mostly revolves around invasion (penetration), domination (might-as-right) and colonization (impregnation), hence the supremacy of warlord bloodlines on this planet and the ridiculous amount of energy and resources squandered on unnecessary, mutually destructive conflict.

In effect, once we acknowledge that it's all just stories, we can begin to reclaim our inner authority as creators of our own stories - and our freedom to rewrite, edit and modify those stories. So as one who by nature prefers Happy Endings, I am in the process of rewriting my own story, and as I expand my sense of Self to include and incorporate the entire Cosmos, I am also rewriting the Story of Life.

And I can attest that I am 100% convinced that all religions and priesthoods serve only one purpose - that is to shock and awe the innocent, gullible human psyche into an inherited fear of invisible and almighty forces or powers, so humans will never gain enough self-mastery to rebel against established external authority, i.e., God, Government and Gurus.

In short, I totally reject all scriptures - especially the so-called Book Religions or Abrahamic Agenda - as puerile nonsense nobody in their right mind needs to waste their time taking seriously.

My personal credo can be summed up thus: the only true god/goddess is the one you see in the mirror. All other representations of "divinity" must be questioned - but you may take for granted that All Life Is Sacred, as it is generated from a Supersentient Galactic Matrix - or what some might call the Sacred Feminine or Aeonic Creator known to the Gnostics as Sophia - better known today as Gaia-Sophia.

[First posted 29 May 2019]