Mas Y Mas recorded this song in Havana last year. It is the first song from their new album La Bala which is due for release at the end of January 2010. The album will be launched at two events: one on the 30th January at the Malt Cross in Nottingham and the other at The Green Note in Camden, London. For more information please see www.masymas.co.uk and www.myspace.com/masymas1
Mas Y Mas: Wayne D. Evans (doublebass & vocals); Richard Kensington (percussion & vocals); Rikki Thomas-Martinez (lead vocals, guitar, songwriting)
Antares and Rikki Thomas-Martinez (lead vocalist and guitarist of Mas Y Mas) at the Rainforest World Music Festival 2007
Richard Kensington (percussion & backing vocals) by Alan Harris
Mas Y Mas by Lucy Killingley
Wayne Evans (upright bass & vocals) by Lucy Killingley
Recent attacks on churches are not a sign of an impending religious war in Malaysia. There is no doubting that in a plural society like ours those incendiary incidents could easily explode out of control. That notwithstanding, these recent ugly acts are merely sub-plots of a much larger and more dangerous drama that is now unfolding, one that is far more consequential and destructive. These are the early skirmishes of an explosive, protracted and very ugly civil war among Malays.
There is a definite pattern between these recent events and earlier ones involving only Malays, specifically the whipping of a young mother for consuming beer and the call for apostasy to be a capital offence. Connect the dots and you have a Malay community in deep conflict.
What struck me most with the recent spate of church arsons were the relatively muted responses from the victims. This reflected not merely a charitable “turning the other cheek” reaction, rather an intuitive realization by non-Muslims that they were not the target but merely innocent victims of a much larger conflict raging under the surface: a vicious Malay civil war. Those poor Christians were caught in a cross-fire in a conflict they did not realize was going on around them.
Contrast the reactions of non-Muslims to those of Malays. No, the Malay vitriol was not directed at non-Muslims rather to fellow Malays. On one side were those who view those attacks as debasing our great faith, and the other, those who consider them as the purest jihad. When commentators use epithets like “idiots,” “racists” and “pengkhianat” (traitors), we know this is a serious matter, beyond the reach of sensible dialogues.
The issue of the use of the word “Allah” is merely a symptom. Today it is over that, yesterday over Ketuanan Melayu versus Ketuanan Rakyat, while much earlier it was the use of English to teach science and mathematics. Tomorrow, God (or Allah) knows what else. Already some of the sultans are weighing in on this Allah issue. Expect another battle soon over the sanctity of the sultan’s titah (command) versus a court decision.
I do not mean to belittle the seriousness of those arson attacks on churches. Indeed it was hard to describe the sinking feeling in the pit of the my stomach as I watched CNN News, and the ticker tape kept blipping the latest newsbreak, “Fourth Church Attacked!” and then, “Fifth Church Arson Attack,” and now the eleventh, and realizing that those were happening not in war-torn Lebanon or strife-ridden Sudan but in our own “Truly Asia” Malaysia.
A more sickening feeling was seeing Home Minister Hishammuddin (left) smugly ‘reassuring’ us that everything was ‘under control.’ That was after the third or fourth arson attack. He could hardly refrain from patting himself on the back for (presumably) a job well done. His “government’s commitment to maintain peace” had averted a major religious catastrophe, he asserted. Obviously to him, the damage wrecked was only the burnt buildings and scorched church doors.
Somebody ought to tell Hishammuddin to wipe the grin off his face, and make him realize that the enormous damage wrecked upon the nation went well beyond the physical defacements of those churches. Those can be readily fixed, with or without government grants. With simple technologies like surveillance cameras, those attacks could also be prevented.
Hishammuddin could not see beyond his broad nose the inevitable enormous economic fallouts, as in scaring away potential tourists and investors. Even a taxi driver realized that, but not Hishammuddin. If he cannot make that connection, I have little faith in his assurance of “everything under control.”
Deeply Polarized Malay Society
Bluntly put, what we are witnessing today are the external manifestations of a deeply divided and conflicted Malay society. This divide is already irreversible and unbridgeable; meaning, expect continuing turmoil with increasingly ugly and brutal skirmishes.
Civil wars are always much more brutal and difficult to resolve. Look at Indonesia. The Aceh insurrection, pitting essentially ethnic Malays against fellow ethnic Malays who are also Muslims, was more protracted, more vicious, and more difficult to resolve then the Irian Jaya conflict of the 1960s and 70s, or the anti-Chinese pogroms of the 1950s. The scars of those later conflicts, which began way after the Aceh rebellion, have all healed, but the wounds of Aceh are still raw, ready to flare up at any moment.
I do not anticipate Malaysia having another May 1969 race riot. Malaysians have come a long away since those dark days. Non-Malays in particular realized that the constraints of the NEP notwithstanding, they could still thrive in Malaysia. There are enough examples of successes to discredit those who would assert otherwise.
For Malays, gone too were the days when we would meekly and almost as a reflex follow our leaders or their dictates. When they tell us that the Christians have nefarious motive in using the word “Allah,” we scoffed at our leaders. Our leaders – hereditary, political, religious, and others – face unprecedented cynicism and scrutiny, and rightly so especially after they have failed us all these years.
What Malaysia faces today is an entirely new and novel challenge: conflict among Malays. We have never experienced that. We are used to considering ‘outsiders’ as enemies, beginning with the colonialists and later the ‘pendatangs’ (newcomers). We therefore cannot fathom much less anticipate this new ‘internal’ danger; it has yet to enter our collective consciousness. This lapse is most noticeable among our leaders; hence their continuing to egg on their followers, oblivious of the dangers.
Malay leaders have also failed to prepare us for the modern age. Instead of acknowledging and learning from their mistakes, these leaders resort to the oldest tricks, of creating phantom external enemies. Today the new enemies are those who would infringe upon our faith, or so our leaders would like us to believe.
There are still sufficient numbers of Malays who believe in rallying around their leaders especially during times of crisis, real or manufactured, the old circling-of-the-wagons instinct. These leaders, specifically in UMNO, are bankrupt of ideas on how to improve our lot. These manufactured enemies help divert our anger away from these leaders, so they hope. Their frequent and misplaced calls for Malay ‘unity’ are also part of this strategy.
As a society we have not learned to disagree agreeably. Again this is the deficiency of our leaders for they too have not demonstrated the ability to disagree among themselves civilly. The Mahathir-Anwar disagreement for example, nearly ripped our society apart, and we have yet to recover from that.
Our leaders lack the intellectual capacity or leadership qualities needed to solve the myriad problems facing our people, from the lack of jobs to rampant crimes, from our failing schools to corrupt institutions. About the only activity they are capable of is to engage in such puerile activities as worrying how the Christians address God.
There is not much that we can do about these leaders; they will continue their ineffective and destructive strategies until they are relieved of their leadership positions. In a democracy, that power resides only with the people. Thus the more we can let our people see through the hollowness of these leaders, and the hoax they are attempting to perpetrate upon us, the faster will these leaders reach their day of reckoning.
In these days of Internet, twitters, blogs and cell phones, the avenues for reaching and educating our people on the emptiness of our leaders are limitless. Thus it behooves us to enlighten our people, and we do this one person at a time. We need not convert everyone, only a sufficient critical mass. Once we reach that, the momentum will carry us through.
Only by getting rid of these incompetent and useless leaders could we ever hope of finding more enlightened ones who could diligently work through our many problems. This is the only route. The alternative would lead us to a civil war and a path of continued destruction.
No, this isn't a photo of me in the ICU - but it could well have been.
Many friends have told me they visited me in the ICU while I was comatose. What they saw was an unconscious man on life support, with tubes coming out of nearly every orifice. My kidneys had failed and I was hooked up to a dialysis machine. I was breathing through a ventilator. It wasn't an optimistic sight, they said.
An old friend, John, told me he prayed for a sign - any sign - of life when he was looking at my inert form at the ICU. And to his relief he saw one of my eyebrows twitch, as if I was trying to wink at him.
When I awoke, I wasn't merely conscious - I was fully conscious.
Now, that's a wonderful state to be in - but it's recommended that you experience it in a "safe" environment where nobody will get alarmed and think you're a madman.
In the 3D Matrix the majority of people are semi-conscious ego-driven automatons subject to unrelenting anxiety and stress. This causes a collective insanity, some symptoms of which are perpetual warfare, religious inquisitions, and a fanatical belief in rules and regulations. Anybody who miraculously gets cured of this insanity will, of course, appear dangerously lunatic to those still caught up in the 3D Matrix. In Russia, anyone who questioned the official ideology was deemed mentally unstable and consigned to the madhouse where their minds were subject to chemical lobotomy.
A fully conscious being has a radiant bioenergetic field and influences everybody and everything around it within a radius of nearly 28 feet. This counter-rotating bioenergetic field is called the Merkaba or Light Body and it manifests a very specific geometry, usually depicted in simplified form as two interlocking tetrahedra.
The activated Merkaba facilitates alignment of all dimensional realities so that one regains access to all levels of consciousness - from the sub-atomic to the transgalactic. Navigating multidimensional hyper-reality requires a calm, gyroscopic center and access to one's genetic memories. It also requires an open, compassionate heart. Those who have completed a specific number of "solo flights" in their Merkabas can be said to have mastered their own destinies.
It's not at all easy to describe multidimensional perception in linear language. I was granted access to nine dimensions - and, of course, a ninth-dimensional perspective includes and encompasses the all the "lower" dimensions. From a 9D viewpoint activities on the 3D level appear flat, mechanical and utterly predictable.
Everybody is lying in the 3D Matrix - because speaking truth is very dangerous in the 3D Matrix. Those trapped in 3D habitually lie even to themselves. This is why we call it the Distortion Field. Every divine revelation that manages to penetrate the density of the 3D Matrix is invariably subject to acute refraction, resulting in massive loss of clarity and definition.
"Seeing through a glass darkly" aptly describes how perception works in the 3D. Little wonder that all spiritual teachings that somehow reach those in the 3D Matrix arrive in grotesquely distorted form and result in further confusion and misunderstanding.
That's the bad news. The good news is that all this is rapidly changing.
There is at this moment sufficient interpenetration of dimensional realities locked into alignment by those who have broken free of the 3D Matrix to allow for vastly enhanced transmission of data throughout the fields of consciousness.
In parallel with advances in digital technology, the information emanating from the "higher" frequency zones can be said to be significantly more accurate and comprehensive - and it is currently being received by physically incarnate mutant humans with far more refined and sensitive receptor networks.
Look at the massive outpouring of essential information now emerging in books and on the web. Twenty years ago it wouldn't have been possible. The ones who are channeling this data from different dimensions are doing so with enormously greater efficiency and at increasingly higher levels of lucidity.
Take Eckhart Tolle (left) for example. This gnomish and good-humored latter-day Buddha has managed to get himself on the Oprah Winfrey show and is teaching millions how to get beyond the limited ego and into the limitlessness of pure consciousness (or the Zen mind). That's certainly a breakthrough. Previously, it would have taken the efforts of a thousand Tibetan lamas over a hundred generations to awaken so many to their own Buddha potential. Today, this charming, clear-headed guy with a gift for putting complex ideas into very simple language can do it just by giving a lecture, taping it, and uploading it on YouTube. I highly recommend plugging into Eckhart Tolle, if you haven't already done so.
It would require too much space, time and energy to delve further into the subject of multidimensionality - although more data might emerge in a future blogpost when I'm inspired to share. For now, I just want to say a great big thank you to all my readers and my friends and family for the tremendous love you showered on me during those two weeks in December 2009. I do believe I couldn't have made it through without your help!
Blogger friends have been waiting for me to recover so I can return to whacking the Blue Meanies in BN... well, guys, I'm keeping tabs on whatever's happening. It's still a roller-coaster ride in the 3D Matrix. However, I don't feel any compulsion at the moment to jump right back into the political cesspool. I don't have anything new to add. What can I say about the great "Allah" diversion? Alamak? I shake my head and wonder how we could all have allowed things to get so bad on this planet...
Yet none of us is to be blamed. We didn't really understand what was going on till very recently, when the gory details began to be circulated on the Internet. That's no more than a decade or so ago. Now we can see very clearly that a bunch of outright criminals have hijacked not only our nation - but the entire planet!
We certainly aren't going to let them get away with it - but it's perhaps wiser and more effective to shift the focus towards clearing and cleansing our own emotional circuitry and upgrading our Operating Systems - so that our perspective becomes even more expanded and our understanding grows deeper and more grounded in compassion. I see no value in getting possessed with hatred, fear and paranoia.
We don't want to become what we hate.
Each of us can become so much more than what we were ten years ago. We can make a quantum jump in consciousness and reclaim our sovereign power and freedom from countless generations of systematic robotization, designed to enslave and exploit us for the benefit of a mere handful of puppetmasters.
This we can and must do - and so long as I consider myself a communicator and a human being, I shall endeavor to help you in any way I can. So be it.
The transition to 2010 was one of the most joyous New Year celebrations within recent memory.
I heard the fireworks go off from my bed in Ward 4A at the Sungai Buloh (Bamboo River) Hospital and felt fully expanded and exultant.
I had just been resurrected, reborn, renewed – after being in a life-and-death medical crisis for nearly a week, most of it spent comatose in Intensive Care.
Now I felt bubbly and sparkly and ready to go… anywhere!
My brain was processing data much faster than usual. I suddenly realized that, between yesterday and today, an entirely new reality option had blossomed. My neural circuitry had been cleansed of gunk and my biocomputer had had a complete systems upgrade.
Whilst a great number of earth humans remain locked in step with the analog world, millions others are now fully functional in the digital universe where information that used to occupy gargantuan libraries can be compressed and stored in a flashdrive smaller than a lipstick.
In the analog world it’s hard work storing and preserving master prints of films, for instance – takes up row and rows of shelves and each film will take up at least two reels weighing several kilos.
In the digital world you can store hundreds of full-length feature movies in a portable drive the size of your wallet. Not only that, you can then compress the data and upload these movies on some videostreaming site where millions can access it either for free or for a small fee.
My adoptive grandfather, holistic visionary R. Buckminster Fuller, was two or three generations ahead of his time. He had speculated on all these possibilities at the midpoint of the 20th century when computers first began to be used for academic research and Macintosh inventor Steve Jobs was but a gleam in his father’s eye.
Bucky spoke excitedly about “more-for-lessing” – achieving greater results with less effort through the savvy use of interactive, interconnected, self-regenerating synergetic circuitry.
You can see how this works via replication: millions of manhours go into initial research and development of new tech, but once the prototype is finetuned and tested, it can be endlessly replicated till the cost of an Intel chip is far lower than that of a chocolate chip cookie. That's why computers that used to cost $10,000 can now be sold for $500 - and yet pack 50,000 times the data processing power.
As Bucky figured so many decades ago, there are actually far more than enough resources to support all life on earth without any necessity for energy competition and conflict.
Lack and poverty can be made obsolete, Bucky realized. They continue to exist only because that makes certain privileged classes feel more fortunate. Old habits die hard. In the digital age, feudal power hierarchies exist only on the inertia of a cruel and murky past.
In recent days more and more people have been dropping Buckminster Fuller’s name – as a result of having attended self-regenerating workshops like Money & You (a program largely inspired by Bucky’s monumentally innovative work).
Perhaps not many actually understand what Bucky was on to – but not wishing to appear slow to others, they have been nodding in agreement. If you truly understood what the man was saying, you’d be floating several inches above the ground in ecstasy, celebrating the end of drudgery, slavery and the unnecessary evil of having to “earn a living” according to the dictates of a top-heavy dinosaurian power structure.
Wide awake in the hospital ward, I had spent hours paying tribute to all the innovators and creative geniuses who have ever touched my life and inspired me. From Walt Disney, Jules Verne, H.G. Wells, Orson Welles, Robert Heinlein, and Robert Anton Wilson - to Mozart, Beethoven, Stravinsky, Zappa, John Lennon, George Gershwin, Leonard Bernstein, and Bobby McFerrin – we are the fortunate heirs to infinitely vast riches of the imagination just ripe for the havesting.
Don’t forget scientific pioneers like Leonardo Da Vinci, Nikola Tesla, Faraday, Graham-Bell and Steve Jobs. Try spending 30 minutes thinking about all these great humans whose work has contributed to making our lives so much easier and potentially more meaningful than those of our remote ancestors who had to constantly worry about mere survival. You’ll undoubtedly begin to feel a profound sense of gratitude for your rich genetic, cultural and spiritual heritage.
Although I have always gravitated towards the arts and humanities, my interest in scientific research and technological innovation keeps me more or less up to date on what’s happening at the cutting edge. When printed circuits appeared they made it possible to miniaturize and transistorize, so that once bulky equipment became more and more portable.
Look at the clutter and tangle of wires and interconnectors in an analog recording studio or film set – and compare it with the tidy elegance of a digital device like Apple’s iPad.
The new generation of Intel chips have achieved superconductivity through the medium of ionized air itself, thereby formally ushering in the Aquarian Age wherein the Water-Bearer symbolizes universal dissemination of life-enhancing information through the element Air, which represents Intelligence itself.
The three most ubiquitous substances on this planet are water, air… and the biomagnetically supercharged gravitational force we infuse with emotional content and call LOVE. That's right, folks - that ambiguous four-letter word we have so glibly tossed around to sell chocolates and roses every Valentine's Day holds the key to our ultimate liberation from what James Joyce called the nightmare of history.
Love - the vital, emotionally-charged gravitational force which holds planets in orbit around suns, and suns in orbit around galactic centers - and which is the underlying basis and reason for Creation itself - is actually all we need. The Beatles were right.
It makes sense that we swiftly phase out the use of fossil fuels (and I include enriched uranium in this category). Apart from the obvious benefits of harnessing solar and wind power, we can derive all manner of power from water simply by learning to control the separation of hydrogen from oxygen.
As we proceed further into the Aquarian Age, our collective thought fields will prove to be a force that can be harnessed like a team of horses. By consciously attuning and harmonizing our collective thought fields, we will attain a telepathically coherent communityhood wherein petty ego conflicts are transcended and our wills focused like a laser to swiftly manifest desired goals.
If we replace our pre-programmed tribal fears, hostilities and suspicions with affection, mutual attraction and profound love for one another – imagine the vast power at our disposal.
That, folks, is the way forward: the path to limitless abundance, beyond lack and scarcity, beyond hunger and homelessness – and existential angst. It is NOT a pipe dream. It’s the blueprint of a New Heaven and a New Earth, restored to pristine health and beauty - and gladly supporting and nourishing all the lifeforms that call her home.
Lying comatose in Intensive Care, I had no visions – although several friends have reported that I either appeared to them in audio or holographic form, and they thought I wanted to say goodbye.
However, once transferred back to the normal ward, I did have lots of visions. Visions of what? Well, they were rather Gothic visions of giant mosquitoes and vampires - reinforced and given a contemporary edge by the fact that several times a day, pretty nurses and efficient doctors armed with syringes would appear before me and take blood samples.
I saw hidden faces in the random folds of curtains that revealed the locations of these bloodsuckers. Shapeshifters were ubiquitous and the hologram became somewhat plastic, constantly transforming from one scenario into another, sometimes comic, other times grotesque.
I began to review the fascinating subject of vampirism and parasitism and their metaphorical and mythical connotations.
Popular legends of aristocratic bloodlines with vampiric tendencies that have come to us via old classics like Dracula and Nosferatu contain secret messages that link with the suppressed story of Earth’s colonization by the Anunnaki.
These off-planetary elite bloodlines have in turn spawned hybrid-human predator families – mostly engaged in banking, real estate, media, pharmaceutical, telecommunications and defense industries - that jealously cling to their privilege and exclusive claims to ownership of everything in sight.
It is in their interest to promote scarcity conditioning - the belief that there isn't enough to go around - which brings out the worst in humans; and their spin-doctors do everything in their power to debunk those who say limitless abundance far more accurately reflects nature’s own tendencies.
This is how they can continue to harness the brute force of a semi-conscious underclass and utilize it as slave labor, ad infinitum.
Scholars like Laurence Gardner have written extensively about the Anunnaki bloodlines and the alchemical secrets they possessed which enabled them to simulate immortality and impose their hereditary rulership over mortal men for countless millennia.
The fall of the Berlin Wall in 1989 triggered the abrupt end of the Ceaușescus’ aristocratic vampirism in Romania (although the deep state mafia wasted no time stepping into their place). This was merely one example of a pattern of power usurpation that can be observed in almost every culture and every nation.
[Editorial insert: when the NWO agenda shifted into high gear in 2020 it revealed the shadowy agents provocateur behind every geopolitical event and as it turns out, Nicolae and Elena Ceaușescu were probably not as tyrannical and incompetent as the CIA-controlled shill media made them out to be!]
Hybrid-human bloodlines are constantly trying to establish their own self-perpetuating dynasties on earth as the new elites. Some label this phenomenon "feeding frenzy" and conclude that it's "natural" for people to scramble to get to the top of the food chain - and then do everything possible to push competitors off.
Examine the roots of feudalism and you will notice the appropriateness of the bloodsucking motif. The ruling elites are a physical manifestation of an astral parasite species.
Karl Marx was aware of this, though he was careful to avoid alluding to the mystical and mythological aspects of elite vampirism in the Communist Manifesto he co-wrote with Friedrich Engels. Marx and Engel’s preferred stance was that of anthropocentric rationalism.
[Recent information has surfaced alluding to the possibility that "leftist" movements inspired by Marx and Engels were secretly sponsored and promoted by the Khazarian-Zionist banking elites, mainly to keep humans divided not only by ethnicity, but also by social class.]
A long time ago I had accepted the fact that I am able to recognize the truth behind the power structure and declare myself “classless” - only because I myself had once been part of the elite bloodlines and had full access to the Big Picture.
Being a parasite or vampire is an easily redeemable condition, and self-awareness is the first step towards self-reform.
James Redfield, in his seminal Celestine Prophecy, observes that everything is energy and that all lifeforms are in energy competition… at least until at a certain point in their evolution when they make a 90-degree shift and begin to align vertically to Energy Source (God or All That Is) whereupon they themselves become Energy Source and no longer feel compelled to steal energy from their environment.
The behavior of royal and aristocratic bloodlines generally conforms to that of parasites and vampires. They only take, never give. Under cover of a great deal of pomp and circumstance - and a whole load of crap about being emblems of tribal sovereignty - they have feasted with impunity for generations and left humans a legacy of moral debility, cynicism, nihilism, and futilism (spelt feudalism).
However, this is but the shadow side of true nobility, which does exist but only rarely at this juncture. The truly noble royal houses serve as moral and spiritual beacons, illuminating the course of human evolution. For the most part the bona fide royal lineages have been driven underground and tend to assert their influence along cultural lines, manifesting as icons of literature, music, the visual arts, dance and theater.
When popular culture heroes like Elvis Presley, Michael Jackson, Sting, Sade, Frank Zappa, Jim Morrison, U2, Beyonce, or The Beatles appear on the scene it’s only natural that the masses look upon and revere them as princes, kings, queens, goddesses and gods incarnate. At least until they have served their purpose as cultural icons - mainly to distract habitual consumers of entertainment from seeing beyond the flickering images on a silver or touch screen.
Of course, the musings prompted by my vampyrean visions were not as linear as I now present them. They were far more fluid and colorful – and even a little spooky.
For instance, in the pre-dawn hours I would often spot a huge bat sitting at the desk beside a nightwatch nurse, quietly sipping on her blood. Hospitals are ideal environments for vampires because there is so much blood being moved around.
The undead are attracted to hospitals, too, because many souls detach from their physical bodies in hospitals.
In such an environment how is one to attain a sense of equanimity and well-being? It was obvious that I couldn’t possibly stay awake the whole time battling my own anxiety and paranoia about being trapped in a hostile environment infested by predatory entities. 5:30am was the cut-off time when all unwholesome activities had to cease as dawn arose.
All I could do was to keep integrating these creatures of the night into my own greater being, accepting and acknowledging them as ultimately part of my own unified field. I extended help to them, letting them know they could secure immediate release from their own individual hells simply by calling upon my name as the physical embodiment of solar intelligence and accepting me as their redeemer and gateway to freedom.
I must confess that more than a few times I indulged myself and annihilated a few of the more obnoxious ones – simply by zapping them with an imaginary spray. Child’s play for a high-tech shaman.
Well, folks, never a dull moment, not even in hospital recuperating from a near-death experience!
For a whole week I was rolling around like a popiah (Chinese spring roll) in my own poo, subjected to the ultimate humiliation of having to be washed every morning like a newborn babe by cute nurses (male as well as female).
To add to my ego’s ultimate defeat, a condom-like device was affixed to my penis and that was how I had to pee, through a catheter and into a plastic bag slung beside my bed. Nothing sexy about this episode.
When I was transferred to the much quieter Room 24 of Ward 4A, I was elated to discover there was a bathroom within shuffling distance of my bed, with a very efficient hot water shower. I wasted no time taking my first solo shower in over a week.
First I dumped the adult diaper I had been made to wear, marveling at its contents. When you’ve been on a largely liquid diet of drips and juices for more than a week, your excrement doesn’t smell at all. Indeed, it appeared to me like some species of primordial ooze. Left undisturbed for a few weeks, new lifeforms might begin to evolve. Why not? Under the right circumstances, they just might - exactly the way some of us did, remember?
I had a fleeting vision of chocolatey homunculi detaching themselves from my poo and running about in abject confusion and despair. I could even hear teeny-weeny high-pitched voices imploring me, their Maker, to save them from eternal damnation: “We are sinners! Save our souls! We adore and worship you!”
My response was to turn the water volume up and watch the last particles flow down the drainhole towards fecal oblivion. What a memorable experience. To luxuriate under a hot shower for nearly an hour with no one knocking on the bathroom door yelling for you to hurry up.
Now I was fresh and clean and had acknowledged and befriended my own shit. I felt wide awake and totally alive.
It really did feel as if I had died and been reborn into a new octave of reality. My neural circuitry was gleaming… cleared of lifetimes of crud, and my Operating System was humming as if a lot more RAM had been integrated.
My data banks, having been thoroughly cleaned out, had been upgraded from petabyte to exabyte (or even zettabyte and yottabyte capacity). You could say I had undergone a complete systems upgrade.
I didn’t really need to sleep. My brain was like a new-generation search engine with unlimited access to past, present and future data beyond the 3D Matrix. It felt like I was operating from the 9th dimension.
There were no taboos implanted in my brain functions. I could think whatever I liked without fear of prosecution. The Judge, the Archon, had retired. And without the Archon, the ancient power hierarchy no longer held sway over me.
The bliss of complete and authentic freedom was mine to enjoy.
I spent hours contemplating the possibility of persuading humans to go beyond vegetarianism into coprophagia – eating each other’s shit. Why not? If your thoughts are pure and your diet healthy, your excreta would pretty much be a protein and mineral-rich form of tofu. This would be the ultimate form of recycling – and it would allow us as a species to stop acting cruelly and violently towards other lifeforms.
We would never again have to destroy another to feed ourselves. Our days of butchery would finally be at an end. Indeed, we would be able to subsist on pure prana – on the Life Force itself – and actual food would always be revered and celebrated as a sacred feast, a veritable Eucharist.
I had fantasies about whose shit I would enjoy preparing for dinner. Have you ever been so turned on by anyone you would gladly eat their shit and then kiss their ass with gratitude?
I have... and I’m not ashamed to say so. Because I have broken all the chains of human convention and, like a Prometheus unbound by Hercules, am no longer chained to the rock of involuntary reincarnation, returning lifetime after lifetime in forgetfulness, futility and fear.
When nothing is censored, nothing disgusts and nothing is obscene.
Mas Y Mas: Wayne D. Evans (doublebass & vocals); Richard Kensington (percussion & vocals); Rikki Thomas-Martinez (lead vocals, guitar, songwriting)
Antares and Rikki Thomas-Martinez (lead vocalist and guitarist of Mas Y Mas) at the Rainforest World Music Festival 2007
Richard Kensington (percussion & backing vocals) by Alan Harris
Mas Y Mas by Lucy Killingley
Wayne Evans (upright bass & vocals) by Lucy Killingley
