Showing posts with label heavenly hologram. Show all posts
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Friday, December 21, 2012

My Journey through the 11:11 Doorway (Part One)

Mary Maguire and a bunyip named Ahau
1989 was for me a pivotal year. My first book, ADOI!, came out in April and it was at the launch that I met Mary Maguire – my lifelong buddy who’s now my neighbor. In any case, a great deal of psychic excitement happened when Mary and I got together which led to a spontaneous retrieval of many “reincarnational” memories – though I prefer to describe it as a realignment of parallel lives.

With Marilya at Magick River (1990)
This was also the year I collaborated musically with Marilya Corbot – a Brazilian-born shamanic performance artist who divided her time between Tokyo, Los Angeles and Kuala Lumpur (where I recorded the many hours of music she commissioned). It was Marilya who passed me a copy of a shiny book called The Star-Borne ~ A Remembrance for the Awakened Ones by Solara. Marilya suggested I read it quickly because she was leaving in a week and wanted the book back.

I went through Solara’s book over the next couple of days, felt absolutely no resistance to what she was saying, and photocopied it for leisurely reference. Months later, when I decided to re-read Star-Borne, I discovered more than a dozen pages missing – the photocopy shop had done a very sloppy job. However, the credits page was intact and it had a postal address for Star-Borne Unlimited, so I decided on an impulse to write Solara, apologizing for having had to photocopy her book and asking her very sweetly if she would kindly send me photocopies of the missing pages. Cheeky, huh?

In this instance, audacity paid off handsomely. A few weeks later I got a parcel in the post. It bore the shiny Star-Borne logo on the return address sticker. With quiet elation I opened the package and found three books and a booklet by Solara Antara Amaa-Ra, with a beautiful handwritten note enclosed. The energy emanating from the parcel was unlike anything I had ever felt. It felt new, completely new, like something that had never before existed on this planet. And it felt lovingly true and real.

Solara had generously chosen to gift all her published works to me, starting with Invoking Your Celestial Guardians (a booklet published in 1986); The Legend of Altazar: A Fragment of the True History of Planet Earth (1987); EL*AN*RA ~ The Healing of Orion (1988); and, of course, The Star-Borne~ A Remembrance for the Awakened Ones (1989, updated and reissued in 2012).

Needless to say, I read them all in rapid succession and felt deeply comforted by them. I remember writing a nice long letter to thank Solara and we may have corresponded, off and on, for a while. Those were snail-mail days and people often wrote long, lyrical letters – sometimes by hand, though I generally preferred to use my trusty typewriter, to spare my readers’ eyesight. Around that time word processors began taking over, along with floppy disks and dot-matrix printers. I remember Mary’s first Toshiba laptop with a metallic blue screen and blinking cursor… but let’s not digress too much.

The very next year, 1991, saw me off on a 23-day whirlwind tour of 5 Australian cities (Sydney, Brisbane, Canberra, Adelaide and Melbourne) sponsored by the Department of Foreign Affairs. It was what they call a Cultural Award, aimed at fostering closer ties between Malaysian and Australian arts practitioners. In Adelaide, my host was a poet named Anne-Marie Mykyta who had planned a small dinner party, so I could meet some of her friends. She even cooked a green curry in my honor. I subsequently learnt that Anne-Marie and her affable husband Irush Mykyta (a Ukrainian migrant) had suffered the worst imaginable family tragedy in 1977 when their 16-year-old daughter Julie became the third victim of a psychopathic serial killer who managed to murder another 4 young women before he got killed in a car accident a month later.

Among Anne-Marie’s friends was a buxom blonde who introduced herself to me as Beylara Ra. “Is that an angelic name?” I asked, whereupon Beylara’s baby blue eyes widened in astonishment and she performed an elegant and elaborate mudra. As she was doing so, I had a fleeting glimpse of an 18-foot tall golden winged being. When she heard I would be in Melbourne next, Beylara passed me the address and phone number of someone named Azuria Luminaria, who she said was Solara’s 11:11 coordinator in Australia. “In fact, Solara just did a workshop in Melbourne a couple of weeks ago!”

Azuria as a "good witch"
Well, how could I not call on Azuria Luminaria when I had some time off in Melbourne? My old friend Harb Gill (formerly from KL) kindly chauffeured me to the quiet suburb where Azuria lived with her 19-year-old son. As her name would suggest, Azuria turned out to be the gentlest, sweetest good witch anyone could ever hope to meet. Her library was spilling over with metaphysical works, notably all of H.P. Blavatsky’s massive tomes (Isis Unveiled, The Secret Doctrine), and she had also baked the best butter cake I ever tasted. We had a wonderful chat over tea and Azuria handed me some leaflets announcing the Opening of the 11:11 Doorway in Egypt at the Giza Pyramids on 11 January 1992.

Mario Schoenmaker (1929-1997)
Before I left Melbourne, Harb also introduced me to the Rev.Mario Schoenmaker, founder of the Independent Church of Australia, and his impressive daughter Antoinette. Harb told me Mario Schoenmaker was a gifted clairvoyant, particularly good at reading auras. She also said there was a long waiting list of people wanting their auras read, but since I was on a short stay, she hoped he might let me jump the queue. In the end there was no aura reading but the meeting with Mario and Antoinette led to a long friendship which endured till his death on 12 January 1997.

Colin S. Read (1944-1999)
In 1994 Mario and his closest colleague, the Rev. Colin Read, chartered a taxi all the way from KL to visit me at Magick River. It was a memorable visit from two immensely elevated souls, special emissaries from the Order of Melchizedek, who came to bestow a blessing on me in lieu of the aura reading Mario had promised (he explained that he had stopped doing such work some time ago, as it was too draining). I was very touched to be invited by the Rev. Colin Read to contribute a personal eulogy to a special issue of the Church’s journal celebrating Mario Schoenmaker’s extraordinary life and work. Two years later, Antoinette wrote me about Colin Read’s passing. Two great human angels were finally reunited.

Magick River ~ hologram of heaven on earth!

Magick River Phase III ~ Bamboo Palace in 2006
Anyway, towards the end of 1991, Mary Maguire and I decided to initiate an alternative community called Magick River – to be located on an exquisite 3½-acre property overlooking the Chiling River in Pertak, where Mavis and Clifford D’Cruz had built their dream house, Maycliff, in 1984. As they had relocated to Melbourne to be closer to their granddaughters, they were willing to rent the spacious bungalow to us. The lease was to begin in April 1992 but we arranged to use the property for a week, so I could celebrate my birthday on January 7th as well as anchor the Opening of the 11:11 Doorway on the 11th.

What an amazing, life-changing week that was!



Monday, May 7, 2012

Saga of the Burning Palace: Le palais est mort, vive le palais!

Bamboo Palace: 10:10PM, 6 May 2012
Stunning spectacle of a Burning Palace, seconds later...
Within 10 minutes, only the skeleton remains... then the gas cylinder erupts into flames!
The sad aftermath...
Completely demolished by fire
Amerpal photographing the remains of his luggage (the sink survived!)
The Bamboo Palace in its heyday (December 2009?)
Last portrait of the Bamboo Palace: 11 April 2012 (photo: Dorota Nierzwicka)


The Bamboo Palace began in flames and, exactly seven years later, ended in flames.

In January 2005, I accidentally started a bush fire behind my house. As the flames swept up the overgrown slope I rushed over with a bucket of water in a futile attempt to douse the conflagration. Then I heard the voice of the fire deva: "Hey, stop it... we're only trying to help you clear the site for your future guesthouse!" I was concerned that the fire would destroy my neighbor's wooden shed - it was where Anoora's uncle Utat slept when he got too feeble to live in his own shanty 40 minutes' walk from the village. The fire deva reassured me "Don't worry, we know what we're doing. We'll clear just enough space for you to start building!"

May 2005: The Bamboo Palace up and running
So I immediately sat down with a few sheets of A4 paper and began sketching the basic plan for a thatch-roofed guesthouse with bamboo walls and floors. It would have two large bedrooms and a spacious veranda overlooking the misty hills in the distance. A couple of fishing net hammocks, a few mats and assorted cushions.... what else? Oh, one day after the Bamboo Palace was completed, I was given a free 25" TV set plus a DVD player (courtesy of Makro, after I wrote a letter of complaint to the managing director). A year later I got my broadband connection and so another dream came true - I could offer my guests internet access from their hammocks.

Norah Jones serenades Anoora while she has an afternoon siesta
The ultimate in jungle luxury
Ahau loved napping at the Bamboo Palace
View from the hammock
The full moon of 6 May 2012 was at perigee, meaning it was as close to the Earth as it could get. We bought dinner in town and returned around 9:15. Nobody was in the Palace but the veranda light was on (a young couple had been chilling out all day but they had gone to town for a bite). About an hour later I was distracted by a bright orange glow at my study window - for an instant I fancied a UFO was hovering overhead - but when I opened the window I felt a blast of hot air and saw the roof of the Bamboo Palace was ablaze.

I rushed out to see what I could do, and remembered to grab my camera to document this dramatic turn of events. Glad I did, because it was all over within 20 minutes. Burnt right down to the ground. A few scary moments when the gas cylinder erupted in a spectacular fireball but didn't explode. I had thought of rushing into the kitchen, disconnecting the gas and kicking the cylinder away from the burning structure - but as I reached the top step flaming attap began raining down and I decided to turn back and observe from a safe distance.

It's a complete mystery how the fire began. My neighbor later reported seeing a lit candle on the veranda - but my guests were adamant that they weren't using any candles. Whatever caused the fire, it did its job so thoroughly there's absolutely nothing left to salvage (except possibly the kitchen sink).

This morning I received Solara's Surf Report for May 2012 and these words jumped right out at me:

Since the 'A Mu'a began, it has felt as if a huge bonfire has burned away much of what was there before. We are beginning to see and feel the monumental in-depth changes that are now taking place both within us and within our outer lives. During the 'A Mu'a Ceremony, we didn't just seed the New Moon with the 'A Mu'a energies of Going Forward, but we seeded ourselves and our True Lives with 'A Mu'a. We have now entered a phase when a series of powerful tsunamis will sweep into our lives. These 'A Mu'a Tsunamis are bringing us massive, unprecedented, core level change, transformation, deepened love and forward movement so we can finally live True Lives as True Ones. 

The Bamboo Palace has given shelter and succor to hundreds in the seven years of its existence. Friends and strangers have twice donated to keeping its roof intact - but after the last repair job, leaks began appearing everywhere, and it seemed like time to move on from building with natural materials. 

It's obvious now that the Bamboo Palace was a firetrap - good thing it didn't happen in the middle of the night with half-a-dozen sleeping bodies to worry about. I was beginning to feel a wee bit fatigued from having to contend with an almost non-stop flow of visitors (some of whom abused my hospitality by leaving behind a mess). 

What next? Who knows! The same can be said about reality across the spectrum - whether we're talking about our own lives, our countries, our beloved planet, or the entire galaxy...




A tribute to the Bamboo Palace @ Magick River by Núria Tolós

Friday, December 10, 2010

Meanwhile, back at Magick River...


It's been a bit wet for the past few weeks. This is how the forest looks after a storm. 
Can you hear the roar of the river?

Roger Reginald Putra in his usual Lion King pose.

The Bamboo Palace on a sunny afternoon (pic by Meesh)


Village kids Koi and Kuku pretending to be savages. One day they painted 
their hands bright blue. What's that all about, I asked. "We are Na'vi!" they solemnly declared.

Atamuna or Atan for short - cute but incorrigibly mischievous!


Climbing all over Pierrick, erstwhile manager of the Bamboo Palace 
and the last member of the Love Bus to leave...


Pierrick became part of the landscape after he arrived in April. 
He finally packed his stuff and left for Cambodia at the end of November...


... but he might return pretty soon to clear up some unfinished business! 
That's Tiphaine next to Pierrick. A fairy princess he found in Batu Arang, of all places...



Flashback to April 2010 when Pierrick arrived at Magick River 
to meet Love Bus buddies Moses and Mitch.


After 4 years away, Arakah returns to Magick River with a new look and a new name.

Sexy tree spotted by Marissa Giannake

My internet was down from midnight, 30 November, till around noon on 9 December. I did consider drafting a heavy-duty essay to upload from the cybercafe... but life and love got in the way... sorry! Maybe it's just as well I didn't force myself to address some of the murky issues oozing out of the political sewers. Others like Dean Johns and Mariam Mokhtar are already doing so diligently and eloquently - and I feel no compulsion to go over the same old ground.

However, I must say something about the utterly messed-up situation in Malaysia - and the US government's outrageous attempt to silence WikiLeaks by arresting site founder Julian Assange on absurd rape charges - reminiscent of the ludicrous sodomy trials of Anwar Ibrahim.

Murder can never be justified as a means to any end. What WikiLeaks has achieved with its bold disclosure of the absolute barbarity and monstrosity of the US-led military campaigns in Afghanistan and Iraq is that there can no longer be the slightest shred of doubt that Anglo-American Imperialism is so out-of-sync with humanity's spiritual evolution it has turned into a putrefying corpse whose reek can be smelt throughout the universe. There can be no more business-as-usual justification for the cynical spin and diabolical misbehavior so many have exposed but nobody has better documented than WikiLeaks.

The New World Order agenda must be resisted and derailed by the majority of awakening humans - or we shall be consigning ourselves, our children and grandchildren to Hell - literally!

Similarly, we in Malaysia must resolve right now to vote Barisan Najis out of power in the upcoming elections. We have no other option - believe me, folks. Murder has become the modus operandi of Najib Razak's desperate regime - murder, not only of human individuals but also of all possibility of democratic government ever arising in this country.

Zero tolerance for tyrannical leaders with blood on their hands! 
Let that be our battlecry for 2011!