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

~^@^~

++X++

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]