Wall Street Monkeys (revisited)

I found this posted on a now defunct blog called The Might Of The Pen....

If you have difficulty understanding the current world financial situation, the following story should help...

Once upon a time in a village in India, a man announced to the villagers that he would buy monkeys for $10.

The villagers, seeing there were many monkeys around, went out to the forest and started catching them.

The man bought thousands at $10, but, as the supply started to diminish, the villagers stopped their efforts. The man further announced that he would now buy at $20. This renewed the efforts of the villagers and they started catching monkeys again.


Soon the supply diminished even further and people started going back to their farms. The offer rate increased to $25 and the supply of monkeys became so scarce that it was an effort to even see a monkey, let alone catch it!

The man now announced that he would buy monkeys at $50! However, since he had to go to the city on some business, his assistant would now act as buyer, on his behalf.

In the absence of the man, the assistant told the villagers: "Look at all these monkeys in the big cage that the man has collected. I will sell them to you at $35 and when he returns from the city, you can sell them back to him for $50."

The villagers squeezed together their savings and bought all the monkeys.

They never saw the man or his assistant again, only monkeys everywhere...

Welcome to Wall Street.


[First posted 13 October 2008. Reposted 2 October 2014]

Mak Minah, Uncrowned Queen of the Temuan (repost)

"Minah Angong" by Andy Maguire (oil on fiberboard, 10" X 8")

Yes, I am pleased to tell you my story. But as I cannot write things down, I will ask my friend to help. He is among those who knew me well in my last years on this earth. I whisper these words in his mind’s ear, for he is still in the world of the living, while I am already back in the realm of spirit, and happily so.

Minah Angong's gravestone

My bones now lie buried on top of a hill overlooking the saddest sight you can imagine. Majestic hills stripped of trees, mountains blown up to make a dam. I may be dead but my spirit lives on in my songs, and in the sacred (and now badly scarred) landscape I love so dearly.  One day my songs will be heard and they will soften the hardened hearts of the greedy ones who destroy more than they construct. When men’s hearts heal, so will the land.

I was born in Pertak, Ulu Selangor, between two world wars, into the Temuan tribe. The identity card issued by the government says I arrived on September 14, 1930, and records my name at birth as Menah Anak Kuntom.  People knew me as Mak Minah because that was my stage name as lead singer with a band called Akar Umbi. Perhaps the most exciting moment of my life was when we performed before 42,000 people at the biggest stadium in Selangor. Afterwards, so many people came and congratulated me. I had a photograph taken with Sharifah Aini and Sahara Yaacob, who were also performing that night. We looked like three queens together!

Anyway, Menah or Minah makes little difference to me, since I can’t spell. Our names keep changing as we change. But once we write anything down, it becomes harder to change. Take my sister’s name: although we have the same father and mother, her name is recorded in her identity card as Indah Anak Merkol, after our  stepfather. My mother’s name was Beresih but all her children called her Mui, which is the Temuan word for Mak or Mother.

As a child I remember life was carefree and fun. Fish was abundant in the streams, and the forest supplied all our needs, except for luxuries like sugar, salt, and milled rice. Fresh meat was easily available as there were many animals that could be hunted or trapped.  We Orang Asli can eat anything, with or without legs or wings, as long as it’s not poisonous (we even know how to remove the poison from some wild plants so that they become edible). Apart from fish and wild boar, we also eat porcupines, pythons, leaf monkeys, deer, birds, and bamboo rats (whose flesh is very clean and sweet, as they feed only on bamboo shoots). These are all gifts of the Great Spirit That Dwells In Everything.

Mak Minah with younger sister Indah (1997) 

The only education I received was from my grandmother, who enjoyed telling us stories. She explained how human beings were seeded on Tanah Tujuh (which is what we call this physical world) by Mamak and Inak Bongsu, a brother and sister who survived the Great Flood by clinging to the top of a gaharu tree on Gunung Raja. 

My grandmother was full of wonderful tales about the beautiful elven races (Orang Halus) who left the planet for the higher heavens when the Difficult Times began. Some chose to remain, because they had grown to love the earth, but they gradually became invisible to human eyes.

Minah claimed she could summon the dragon,
totem of her tribal lineage (Peter Lau)

People ask me if Orang Asli have any religion. I always reply that we don’t need religion because our God is not separate from the everyday world in which we live. The Great Spirit That Dwells In Everything takes all forms and speaks to us as the song of the wind in the bamboo grove, or as the neverending gossip of the river. Sometimes it is the distant call of a mist-covered mountain. Other times, it is as close as a sleeping child breathing gently in its mother’s ear.

During my lifetime I saw how people became blinded by ambition and greed. They began to mine the earth for metals and log the forest for wood. With each passing year the land became hotter and the rivers became dirtier, so we could no longer drink the water without boiling it first.  With each passing year we had to walk farther and farther to find some bamboo or catch some fish because people would come into the forest and take out more than they needed. And with each passing year we saw more and more wilderness cleared so that towns could be built.

I enjoyed going to town where many things could be bought, but to do that we had to sell durians, petai, bamboo, cane (manao) and aromatic wood (gaharu) for cash. Yet I could never imagine myself living in a town where it’s always so noisy and hot. Like all Orang Asli, I dearly love the jungle which is our natural home and hunting ground. I would rather die than be forced to live in a town.

Japanese soldier in Malaya, 1942

When I was 12 the world turned upside down. Planes dropped bombs in the jungle to destroy bridges and railway tracks. We had to hide in caves on the slopes of mountains. For many years my family stayed hidden deep in the forest, for fear that we may be captured or killed by the invaders. During those war years we missed the taste of salt and sugar. We lived in the middle of the Malay Peninsula - far from the sea – and had grown accustomed to flavoring our food with salt bought from the Chinese merchants.  My mother taught me how to make cooking oil from the perah nut.

After the war life became even worse for us. The government put us all in detention camps, surrounded by barbed wire, and guarded by soldiers. They said it was to protect us from the communist guerrillas. Unused to suddenly being confined in a small space so close to town, many of our people became depressed, fell sick, and died. This is how I lost both my parents.

Sembo, Minah's favorite granddaughter

But I was already an attractive young woman with many admirers. My life stretched ahead of me like a newly laid road, and I had a taste for adventure. I found myself married to a man I hardly knew. At least he could take me away from the confines of the resettlement camp. We ran back to our beloved jungle and built a hut along the river, along with many others who could no longer bear living within a fence.

My first marriage was a tragedy. I was too young to be a dutiful mother. My children died of illness and my husband left me. For a while, I flirted with the idea of becoming a white man’s mistress. Then I met Angong who had recently become the Batin (headman) of Kampong Gerachi. He was a patient man with great wisdom. It was he who taught me the ceremonial songs passed down to him by his ancestors. Angong taught me to be proud of my noble naga (dragon) lineage. Not every family has an animal totem. Only those with some knowledge of jungle medicine (jampi) or who possess magical powers (dukun) have special allies in the animal kingdom. 

I bore Angong five children and greatly missed him when he returned to Pulau Buah, where souls go after they drop their physical bodies (which we call baju, or clothes). When my children grew up and started their own families, I moved to Kampong Pertak to live with my younger sister Indah and her husband Rasid. My elder brothers, Diap and Utat, lived nearby.  My eldest son, Ramsit, took over as Batin of Gerachi.

Minah Angong & Nai Anak Lahai with Akar Umbi lineup in August 1995

Mak Minah with Antares & Chandrabhanu
after performing 'Birthplace Reclaimed'
in 1993 (photo by Rafique Rashid)

It was fated that my life would begin to change in 1992. I met a few people from the big city who happened to be musicians. They heard me singing and decided to record my voice, adding musical instruments to give my traditional sawai (healing) songs a modern sound. The first song we created together was called Burung Meniyun. I was asked to sing it on stage during a performance by a famous dancer named Chandrabhanu who lived in Australia. I was surprised and touched that people in the big city would receive my humble song with such open hearts.  Never before had I sung for so many strangers in such a large hall! Chandrabhanu himself was quite a colorful character, dressed up as some kind of witch doctor with all sorts of strange objects dangling from his body. I found it exciting to meet so many new friends who were delighted to hear my ancient songs. 

It all happened so quickly. One moment I was just an Orang Asli widow gathering firewood and tapioca leaves in the forest and going fishing with my sister. Then suddenly I was on national TV singing for thousands of people in a huge stadium! I shall never forget the pleasure of hearing the loud applause and shaking hands with everybody afterwards. I felt proud to be able to please so many people with my simple songs. For once I could feel that no one was looking down on me, or ignoring me, for being an uneducated Orang Asli. 

Can you imagine how it feels to be recognized by someone in Ulu Langat who had seen my performance on TV?  When I went to the market in town, people came up to me and congratulated me on my performance. But back in Kampong Pertak, I was greeted with a mixture of wholehearted support and suspicion. Some whispered behind my back that I was soon going to be too sombong (proud) to be their friend. That really hurt my heart.

Minah performs at the first Rainforest World Music
Festival in Sarawak, August 1998 (Wayne Tarman)

I enjoy singing for people, and my late husband taught me that these songs handed down from our ancestors carry healing power. They are medicine songs. When I sing I can feel my spirit expand like a strong wind blowing through a tree. Naik angin, we call it.  Once I start I must carry on until the wind becomes a breeze and goes quietly on its way. If I don’t let the spirit wind flow (lepas angin) I can get very sick.

My first experience of flying was when Akar Umbi performed in Sarawak at the Rainforest World Music Festival. I had such a grand time and made even more friends. I returned to Sarawak with Akar Umbi the next year, for the last time. At the party after the close of the festival, my newfound friends sang me a rousing Iban farewell. My heart was light and heavy at the same time. Perhaps I knew this was our last meeting on this earth.

Photo by Roland Takeshi

Even as I felt the pleasure of being applauded, I could feel the pain of losing our past and future. The dam project would soon destroy Kampong Gerachi and its durian orchards. A man-made lake would fill the Selangor River Valley, drowning a once-beautiful forest, along with our ancestral graves. I could not imagine anyone so foolish as to declare war against the forces of nature.  Did they have no understanding of, or respect for, our deep love of the land? Were they totally unaware that destroying the land would mean the end of our livelihood and future?  We are the land. If the land dies, we die. 

My sister Indah and brothers Diap and Utat felt the same way that I did. We cherished our traditions and would never lose our heart connection to the land, even if we were offered vast amounts of money.  The Temuan tribe has lived here for many thousands of years; the hills and valleys and rivers are much, much older than that. Our fruit trees can live for over a hundred years and as long as we keep planting new ones, our great-great-grandchildren will never starve. But if they destroy the wilderness and put our people in housing estates and make us work in factories, our tribe will be disappear within a generation. Our nenek-moyang (ancestors) told us: “When Orang Asli are no longer visible on this earth, the sea will rise, the sky will fall, and everything will perish.”

Minah Angong by Antares (1999)

It all seemed hopeless. My own son, as headman, had signed an agreement with the dam builders and loggers, allowing the destruction to begin.  I tried to talk him out of it, but he silenced me, his own mother.  My sorrow ran deep.  Before it had even started the dam project had split our families apart. 

But there were thousands of voices raised against the dam, and I was glad that we had so many friends, people who knew the true value of the rainforest and fought hard to stop the destruction.  I was interviewed by many reporters and I told them how I felt about seeing our way of life being taken from us.  One reporter asked me: “Don’t you want to see your grandchildren getting a good education, which they can only get when development reaches the rural areas?” I replied: “All those who cut down the trees and make the hills bare, causing landslides and floods, aren’t they educated too? If that’s what being educated means, then we Orang Asli don’t want to be educated!” The reporter had nothing to say to that.

Minah gazes at the Indian Ocean at Batu Ferringhi, Penang, 1993 (photo: Rafique Rashid)

In a way, I’m glad I didn’t live to see the bulldozers and excavators arrive. Three weeks after I performed in Sarawak, I fell ill and surrendered my body to the earth. It has become part of the sacred landscape of my ancestors. But my spirit is reunited at last with the Great Spirit That Dwells In Everything and I am happy.

[Originally published in Off The Edge © Antares 2002, first posted 21 September 2014. Reposted 14 September 2016, 14 September 2017 & 24 September 2019]

AKAR UMBI ~ Songs of the Dragon

LET THE ANARCHY BEGIN... (Reprise)

From "Joan Danvers' College Years" (davidchess.com)

A TV talkshow host* once asked me point-blank during a panel discussion if I were an anarchist.

“Of course,” I unhesitatingly replied, which took him aback. He quickly changed the subject. I guess the talkshow host, like most people I meet, was unaware what “anarchy” actually means.

My Oxford Concise Dictionary tautologically defines anarchy as “a society or political system founded on the principles of anarchism.” And how does it define anarchism? “Belief in the abolition of all government and the organization of society on a voluntary, cooperative basis.”

The Concise Oxford Dictionary is a bit off the mark here. It fails to distinguish between internal and external government. There’s a vast difference between self-imposed discipline and discipline enforced upon us by those who claim to know what’s best. The true anarchist is a self-governing entity who attains freedom from external dictates through rigorous integrity and transparency. As Bob Dylan wryly observed: “To live outside the law you gotta be honest.”

And how does one become honest?

Very simple. First you have to replace the concept of a judgmental and punitive parent-deity with an essentially loving, non-judgmental and extremely friendly notion of divinity - sort of a best buddy and trusted confidant(e). The problem is that souls evolve at different rates – and at this point in time the grossly immature ones appear to outnumber the ones who have made it through to self-governance.

(Incidentally the word “govern” comes from the Latin gubernare - “to steer or rule” – borrowed from the original Greek word kubernan, which simply means “to steer.”) This makes anarchism a difficult, if not impossible, ideal.**

Which explains why the word “anarchy” has been commonly misinterpreted as “disorder and general unruliness.”

In truth, anarchy is the final state to which monarchy aspires. How so? An enlightened ruler’s essential function is to be a shining example of dignity, nobility, and self-control for his or her subjects to emulate (just as a real teacher would be fulfilled to watch his or her students graduate as teachers in their own right).

Governance begins with monarchy and evolves through a whole gamut of isms before it finally achieves anarchism – the glorious state wherein “political parties” are defined as grand public celebrations at which everybody eats, drinks, and makes merry – and the human race transforms into the human dance.

As children we learn to lie in order to avoid punishment from grown-ups who would never understand why we do the things we do. Remove the punishment and – voila! – the crime disappears. But... but... but... I can hear the vociferous objections from the peanut gallery.

My old pal Socrates postulated that one sure way of telling true from false authority is simply this: false authority inevitably resorts to coercion, while true authority has all the patience in the world, since it emanates from the timeless realm.

Politics is fond of posing as a self-improving system of governance but we all know it actually boils down to who calls the shots. People mistake FORCE for POWER. If you disagree with me, I’ll nuke you! That’s FORCE of the crudest order. If you criticize my management style I’ll throw you in jail! That’s FORCE too, even if it takes the form of a threat.

So how does TRUE POWER reveal itself?

It encourages and inspires. It loves and loves. Note that the words "encourage" and "inspire" have powerful etymologies. Courage derives from corage, to give heart; and inspirare means to “breathe or blow into” (and that’s how we get the word spiritus).

To inspire is to fill others with spirit, semangat. That’s the proper definition of TRUE POWER. Love as a verb, not just a noun.

In short, politics as it is practiced on this planet is largely a grotesque travesty of real (and royal) values. Look what’s happening in America (“Home of the Brave, Land of the Free”) – electoral fraud and skullduggery got Dubya the presidency twice... then came Barack Obama and little changed... now American voters are over a barrel with an utterly dysfunctional two-party system, both corrupted by campaign funders with deep pockets. When business jumps into bed with politics guess who gets thoroughly screwed?

Taxpayers of the world, start governing yourselves! George Harrison once sang about the ones “who gain the world and lose their souls.” Well, do you fancy being governed by the soulless? I bet not! However, no need to rush out into the streets to get water-cannoned, tear-gassed, pepper-sprayed, bludgeoned, finger-printed, incarcerated and tortured.

Evolution, not revolution!

Deactivate your reptilian fear programming in the privacy of your own mind! The fewer fears you cling to, the more you’ll be able to empathize, understand, and love. When you mature as conscious souls, you’ll find you actually have no enemies. You’ll outgrow the need to scapegoat, to pin the blame on somebody else. You’ll no longer create demons to appease, obey, or be tormented by - or a Big Brother to protect you from your own shadow self.

For a start, wean yourself off your addiction to that lethal dose of daily news from the mainstream media – you know who controls the programming, don’t you? The stuff is psychically toxic, designed to slowly, imperceptibly poison your sense of well-being like arsenic mixed into the paintwork.

When you finally locate the innermost core of your being, you’ll find your sovereign self regally seated on your own throne. You’ll know the meaning of dignity, integrity, nobility – and, above all, compassion. As each individual attains this blessed state of divine sovereignty, the brutal stupidity of politics will be expelled like so much stinky flatus by the transmutative power of internal, chromosomal, genetic change – the only real (and royal) change there is.



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*That TV talkshow host, incidentally, was a smooth-talking young fella named Khairy Jamaluddin, who subsequently married the Prime Minister's daughter and became an extraordinarily rich shit-stirrer in Umno Youth (the Malaysian version of Mussolini's Blackshirts).

**Attaining true anarchy may be "difficult, if not impossible" - but do bear in mind that prior to 8 March 2008 most Malaysians believed that depriving the Barisan Nasional of their parliamentary two-thirds majority was well nigh "impossible."

[Published in VIDA! January 2005 © Antares; first published in this blog, 17 May 2007, reposted 2 November 2008 & 15 October 2016]

Sensational News: They Have Arrived!

THE 2025 COLLECTION
OF SUPERCOOL SHADES
BY GUCCI

[Courtesy of Demetrious Addonis, first posted 23 November 2010, reposted 12 October 2016]

Admit it. This was much easier on your eyes than a glistening gob of spit aimed at bad government.

John Kaminski on José Argüelles (repost)

José Argüelles: the Pythagoras of our time

Architect of the human future on the path beyond technology

'WE ARE BECOMING BIOSOLAR TELEPATHS'

"The finest thing of all is singing." ~ Pythagoras

By John Kaminski

Master and servant. Master of the Law of Time, and servant of the universal vibe.

He was the Pythagoras of our time, whose impact on the future will compare with Newton, Tesla and Jung. Among 20th century philosopher/explorers of new realms of human consciousness, his achievements exceeded even Krishnamurti, who refused to be the Illuminati god, and Castaneda, who confirmed communication with inorganic beings.

José Argüelles, gracious bearer of the gift of natural time, died Wednesday in Australia at the age of 72.

A man's greatness is measured by the duration of his ideas — Euclidean geometry, Newtonian physics, Platonic solids. Pythagoras, for those who don't know, was the ancient Greek who gave us a system of knowledge that developed into modern mathematics and a concept of sacred geometry still ardently practiced today.


Argüelles, this eclectic Mayan mystic artist, rescued us from the unrealized tyranny of artificial time and established a fully functioning system of natural time already well developed among his thousands of followers throughout the world, seeping into people's minds as the obvious truth once you understand what he discovered, which is a clear pathway to a future of delightful and naturally occurring synchronicity and trust.

He left a happy memory of consciousness expanding events across the blazing trail of his life — foundation of Earth Day, 1987 Harmonic Convergence, the Arcturus Probe, the Telektonon prophecies, but best of all, he left us the 13-moon calendar, and the Dreamspell, that smile-generating board game that makes us realize the hollowness of the artificial systems that rule our lives as well as the heights to which our consciousness is about to expand. Argüelles spent his entire life telling us to pay attention to the natural systems we can perceive.

An untiring servant of the universal vibe, Argüelles expanded human consciousness to a degree that will be revered among the highest components of human knowledge in the centuries to come. He leaves us with the gift of natural time, many thousands of followers, and a new, encouraging view of the future.

With a Ph.D. in art history from the University of Chicago, he wrote Earth Ascending in the 1970s. The worldwide celebration of Harmonic Convergence was followed shortly thereafter by the fall of the Berlin Wall. The Dreamspell game became a cult among the very intelligent, whose view of things began to expand greatly with the ever available assistance of universal synchronicity.

In his stunning interview with Regina Meredith just last December ("José Argüelles and the Mayan Calendar"), he left us with a forecast for the future of humanity that can only leave you breathlessly optimistic. We are becoming "biosolar telepaths", whole systems (universes?) unto ourselves who will get our nourishment directly from the Sun yet be connected by telepathy and empathy to everyone and everything.

" . . . our biological nature is totally hooked up to our solar nature. This is what the ancients spoke of as the coming sixth sign of consciousness of the new Solar Age. The new Solar Age is when we realize that our consciousness is intimately related to the Sun, to the solar radiation and the information rays of the Sun. So we are biological nature, that our consciousness is tuned into and regulated by solar pulsations, and that when we integrate the biological and the solar elements we activate our telepathic powers and we become biosolar telepaths."

Son of Mexican immigrants who grew up in Minnesota, the effects of Jung's concept of synchroncity were to mysteriously guide each step in the passage of his life into focusing on the subject of time. As a teenager, he ran all the way to the top of the Teotihuacan pyramid the first time he saw it and experienced a white light he was able to later identify as cosmic knowledge. Shortly thereafter working in a library he chanced across Sylvanus Morley's treatise on Mayan mathematics, and then received a Mayan calendar from Lakota writer Tony Shearer, but the real epiphany came in a clock museum in Geneva, Switzerland.

"I was in the Clock Museum and I realized after two hours that the whole of modern civilization is based on a frequency 12, like the 12 hours that you have on the face of any clock, that you find anywhere; 60 minutes and also the 12-month Gregorian calendar. I knew in a flash; I saw this is the reason why modern civilization is going to fall off the edge of the cliff.

"I was able to see what it was. This Mayan Time is cosmic; it’s universal; it’s endless cycles that put you in the rhythms of Nature.

Artificial time " . . . separates us from Nature. It makes, it separates us from our own souls. It makes us more and more alienated from ourselves. It makes us more and more alienated from Nature. The more alienated from Nature we become the easier it is for us to just deplete the resources and use them for our own goods to make money or to spend our money on. So, I could say that’s just a truck without brakes heading for a brick wall.


"The actual nature of Time is synchronicity, OK. That’s the nature of Time. Everything in the universe is synchronized with itself. The Moon is synchronized going around the Earth; the Earth is synchronized going around the Sun; the Sun is synchronized with its constellation in the local, with the galaxy in going around the galaxy. The whole galaxy cluster is synchronized, and so on, and so forth. So, everything is synchronized. When the birds wake up in the morning, when the first rays of the Sun come up, they stop their tweet-tweet-tweeting when the Sun goes down and everything is a big synchronistic symphony from the point of view of the Earth, the Earth is a whole. If you get out in Space and look at the Earth, sure, one side is dark and one side is light, but it’s always turning. But to the Earth as a whole thing it’s one same moment in Time all the time.

"OK, it’s one same moment in Time all the time. Everything from the Earth’s point of view everything is in a state of synchronicity. But we live in an artificial bubble, so we can’t recognize that. Jung came up with the concept of synchronicity in 1952. That was like starting to scratch at the surface, that the edges were wearing out. You know synchronicity and then we got things like LSD and stuff like that that popped a couple more new holes in the veil there, you know. Then by the time you get to the 1980s, and “The Police” (Rock Music Band) put out an album called Synchronicity, and nowadays people are seeing synchronistic experiences becoming more “normal,” OK, because the fabric of artificial time is wearing out, and people are looking for ways out now. People have synchronistic experiences that’s telling them oh, wait; there is another reality.

"It should be our every day, every moment experience. So, the only way you can get out of it is to stop the clock."

Argüelles thought that the 12:60 system was imposed from without. "Exactly. And in my understanding of it this is precisely, then, why the Mayans incarnated on the other side of the planet to establish the fundamentals of what I call the Mayan Time science.

"Let’s put it this way, that the galactic Mayan surveillance team, let’s say, watching this part of the what I call experimental zone of the universe, this solar system here, they are watching this, they saw that what we might call a karmic stream from a previous world system that wanted to capture, let’s say, a particular planet, inject with this Babylonian/Sumerian idea of Time being based on the 12 and the 60, and that happened.


"And it’s interesting that the Sumerians knew that exactly at what we call the beginning of the Mayan Great Cycle, 3100 BC. So, that’s exactly when that occurred. You have evidence of that existing at that time. So, the Mayans, then, came in at the right time and said OK, well, we have to see where that’s at; we see where that’s going to go. It’s going to create disaster. The only thing that we can do is come down here and plant seeds of the correct timing sensibility, the correct mathematics of Time and pray that like at the right moment all of this gets discovered and that we’ll realize what it is, inject the data in there. I think that they were so uncannily intelligent that they knew that even though what we call 2012 in the Mayan long calendar, mathematically speaking, is 13.0.0.0.0. They don’t have a fixed starting point date. Everything is different cycles.

"Once we get past this 2012 hump our destiny is to become biosolar telepaths." The key hurdle is realizing this is the wisdom of the ancients. "This is something of what, say for instance, the ancient Mayans or Mexicans or Incas or Egyptians when the so called Sun Worshipers, that they actually knew that the Sun is the regulator of human consciousness, and that’s why they were paying attention to it.

"You know the ancient Mayans knew about this. [That’s] why I refer to them as the galactic wise ones who incarnated here and established themselves as the Mayans, here. They knew about this and they had a very sophisticated language to describe it. And one of the terms that they use is Tinkanata, (sic) which is the paranormal or telepathic powers that the human being has that are directly connected to the solar radiation. Tinkanata. Telepathy and solar radiation have a common ality, they are a kind of media."

Interviewer Regina Meredith asked José: "Looking at technology in the future, there was an interesting event yesterday, where Lynn Roberts led the group into a meditation and you could put yourself into the future and what it looked like. And, I interviewed Barbara Marx Hubbard right after that, and she and I had essentially the same visions, with slight variances, where it was this very organic sense of Time, organic sense of life in close companionship with the Earth, highly telepathic. But, we were in the presence of computer monitors, but it was connecting us with everything that’s possible, is. Anyone you needed to be in communion with anywhere on the planet and beyond was right there. So, it is quite possible, it seemed to me, it seemed quite harmonious and beautiful that even the types of technologies that have in its now primitive form have been given birth to, are going to work very well with the organic sense of Time down the road."

Argüelles agreed and delivered a diagnosis of the technological extravagance run by moral morons that threatens the future of humanity.


" . . . we’ve been too immature to deal with them (high tech inventions); we’ve become infatuated with the clock, developed a runaway system that we never tested, and it’s making morons and obese freaks out of us.

"So, we have to look at that. So, there has to be some kind of moratorium on all of this so we can recalibrate our intelligence and see what it is that we actually do need. Because the thing is, like I always say, wow, that’s really funny for 25,900 years Homo Sapiens did very well without cars and then now can’t do without them.

"So, it’s like you know so hey, wait a minute, we gotta, we have to stop this process. It’s a runaway technology that’s having all sorts of effects on our psyche, on our social psyche and our personal psyche that we can’t even control, and we’re all kind of just like sitting around helpless, you know, and watch our kids go crazy.

"Money is just like an illusion. Don’t worry; we’ve lived without this technology all this time. Just learn to grow a garden and relax. It’s all going to get better."

The doorway to the future is definitely located at the Foundation for the Law of Time.

Jose and I exchanged a few letters back in the early '90s in my pre-destabilization template days, sufficient to make me feel like his younger brother. I had triggered the connection after I read a line in his 1986 book, The Mayan Factor: Path Beyond Technology.

The line went: "The key to integrity is admitting your faults." My life took a significant turn for the better once I integrated that into my paradigm. In large part, it has led me to where I am today, telling you all this. In fact, I'd always planned on meeting him on the Rainbow Bridge, and judging by his website, I may still.

So, as the hunch playing pseudoepidemiologist you know I am, I'm making the bold prediction that the sooner the world comprehends and follows the humble directives of this inspirational servant of the universal vibe, better known in some circles at Valum Votan, president of the Foundation of the Law of Time, the better off we all will be. And I say the sooner the better.

Beloved Memnosis, master of cosmic memory (his persona in The Arcturus Probe).

Bon voyáge, José. We're right behind you, and we'll see you there. Thanks for the guidance.

John Kaminski is a writer who lives on the Gulf Coast of Florida, eternally grateful for the graceful souls who pass through this world and leave gifts that make this life worth living. First posted 26 March 2011. Reposted 7 September 2017.

The Origins of Muscle-Brained Male Chauvinism?

When will this sort of obscurantist patriarchal crap end?

When women whip off their fig leafs, I guess!

[Thanks to Pat Goh for sending me this excellent cartoon. Whoever the artist is, bravo!

First posted 22 September 2011]

Star Trails Across The Australian Outback (reprise)

Extremely long exposure: Photographer endures 15-hour shoots in the wintry Australian outback to snare stunning images of star trails in the night sky

By STEPHEN HULL
30th August 2011

At first glance these spectacular swirls of colour may look like clever computer graphics or the result of faulty camera work. They are, in fact, the product of hour after hour of painstaking night-time shooting by photographer Lincoln Harrison. His stunning pictures of star trails across the Australian night sky were taken over periods of up to 15 hours. Read more here!

Pheeeeeew! Well done, Lincoln!

[First posted 16 Semptember 2011]