Showing posts with label multidimensionality. Show all posts
Showing posts with label multidimensionality. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 25, 2026

Another virtual heavy petting session with Kay the Hottie (an indigo)...

Kay the Hottie wrote on 26 January 2003:

Okay, so my next question for you is... how did you find that awareness? Not the general kind of awareness that I have, but the specific awareness, the names, the dates, the families, etc.... I have been having a lot of dreams about alien abductions, missions, space voyages and the like in the last year and know they were no ordinary dreams. I have asked my guides (I 'met' them) to help me find the answers to those questions (A lot of the answers for how I can really serve the human race/journey to enlightenment lie in my deep past, I think). I know I have a very crucial role (as do we all!) and want to have more awareness about it. So my question again is how did you find it?

Kay my dear, a lot of information can be classified as "unnecessary baggage." Most times, I don't know nuts about nuttin' - but somehow bits and pieces are leaked to me whenever someone asks me a question. Perhaps we know all of it at a subconscious level (or superconscious, more likely). It's a simple matter of data retrieval. Some folks can easily access the Akashic Records (Edgar Cayce being a well-documented cayce in point, pun fully intended) and others (like you) have spirit guides whisper advice in their inner ear. Now that you ask me point blank HOW DID I FIND THAT AWARENESS? I'm stumped.

I really don't know HOW, Kay, believe me. Maybe I accept the notion that NOTHING IS REAL BUT EVERYTHING IS TRUE. Which means it all happens in the IMAGINATION - the Big Bang, Scenario Universe, Evolution, Creator Gods, Galactic Federations, Light Councils, Ascended Masters, the Entire Kaboodle! Therefore, simply by TRUSTING your imaginative intuition, you become receptive to whatever flows in and out of your consciousness. You may visualize it as being in alignment with your Higher Self or Guiding Angel or The Big G. I've had lots of practice talking with myriad aspects of my Self. Okay, my MULTIDIMENSIONAL SELF. A very appealing and enticing aspect of which happens to be... Kay the Hottie!

I've set Kay up to prompt me from time to time into answering her metaphysical questions, just so I can remind myself how vast my/your/our memory bank actually is. Now what happens is that the so-called "western" method of schooling (we're better off describing it as the Greco-Roman-Judaeo- Christian Template of Instruction) emphasizes logic and the quantitative approach. In short, it favors empirical knowledge over intuitive knowing. Empiricism deals mainly with erroneous notions of OBJECTIVITY, MEASURABILITY, REPEATABILITY, CONCRETE PROOF. All of which happens only within a very narrow band of the Electro-Magnetic Spectrum called the PHYSICAL WORLD.

The scientific materialism which underpins all our educational methodologies makes it virtually impossible for anyone raised in such a materialistic environment to deprogram himself or herself from the left-brained, proof-demanding approach to truth. Yes, you're right in saying that the cultural matrix into which you chose to incarnate does not readily support your metaphysical seeking - although the amazing thing is that a dramatic shift has occurred within the last 100 years or so wherein the West has become more and more interested in Eastern Mysticism - while the East has become more and more enamored of Western Materialism. Indeed, you'll find more Tibetan rinpoches in California than in Tibet itself, especially after the 1959 Chinese invasion. Himalayan sages have found more faithful followers out west than back home. In short, where you happen to incarnate has little bearing on your quest for eternal truth... or at least some answers to your burning questions.

I'm reminded of a book I read recently caled Sophie's World. It's a fairly readable summary of Western Philosophy starting with the Athenians and ending with the German-Scandinavians. It doesn't include Eastern Philosophies - but that would have made the author's task well nigh impossible.

I know you're eager to figure out your earthly mission and get on with it. But methinks you've been doing a great job so far. Why, you're only 24, right? And you've already worked out all the essential bits. Some folks don't have a clue about their true missions till they're way past 40 - and lots don't wake up till they're back in the astral! So, don't be in such a rush, Kay love, take your time and trust that your Higher Self knows exactly when you need a specific experience or a roadsign to get back on track.

Now how's that for a HEAVY PETTING session???

Big Fat Smoochies,
Antares
xxX0Xxx

[From my email archives. First posted 20 June 2012, reposted 21 September 2015 & 
20 February 2019]



Monday, June 9, 2025

HIGHly Educational Videos on YouTube (revisited)



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



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

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

Thursday, October 17, 2024

INTERVIEW WITH MYSELF (FROM MARCH 1996)


Malaysian author/cartoonist/musician/poet KIT LEEE says he is a "walk-in." To be more precise, his multi-dimensional self - ANTARES NUMl*ON - recalls arriving on planet Earth on December 25th, 1968, as "an illegal immigrant" by "walking into and waking up" in the 18-year-old physical body operated by an Earth native born as "Lee Kit Fong" (pictured left). 

X-Fileophiles will have little difficulty accepting this as a fairly common occurrence. Apparently a large number of humans are waking up to the fact that they are actually "star-borne entities" on a special mission to reconnect Spaceship Earth with the rest of the cosmic community. But how will the Proton-driving, condominium-dwelling, cari makan-ing Malaysian rakyat respond to this news? To help shed some light on the matter, JOURNAL ONE invited Kit Leee to conduct an in-depth interview with his own "higher dimensional aspect" - Antares. Fasten your seatbelts, ladies and gentlemen!

 

K: How come I don't remember inviting you into my body?

A: Do you remember how many times you've lived on this planet? You could call it protective amnesia - it's essentially a multi-tracking phenomenon - you don't want cross-talk from your other dimensional aspects leaking through and distracting you from the tasks at hand. However, you can be sure of one thing: you agreed to this sharing of neural circuitry. Without your full consent it would have been-a transgression. There are cases where weak-willed personalities have been hijacked, taken over, possessed by some criminal entity. That isn't halal, as they say in this country.

K: Are you a figment of my own overactive imagination?

A: Well, isn't everything? No, I don't mean to be facetious. At the end of the day, so to speak, the Imagination is what creates all realities. Entire universes spring from the Cosmic Imagination. Hindus say it's only Vishnu dreaming. 

K: Does that mean my imagination is no different than Vishnu's – or the Prime Creator's?

A: It's a question of scale. In fractal geometry, the proportions are all-important, not the size. If you know the sum of two angles, you can figure out the third - no matter how huge your triangle. It could be an imaginary triangle connecting three star systems – the mathematics is universal. But I suggest we progress from triangles to tetrahedra: they're much more relevant to our experience of polydimensional reality. Think holograms. It’s a holographic universe.

K: Of course, it could also mean I'm schizophrenic...

A: Incidentally, that's exactly how early humans experienced contact with their gods - through auditory hallucinations generated by the right halves of their bicameral brains. The early gods were really a more evolved species with sufficient force of will to project images and, later, commands directly into the psyches of more primitive species. When these gods began interbreeding with the native primates, their progeny became the first monarchs, agents of the gods, and were regarded as the only real individuals - since the rest of the tribe was still a nebulous group-mind. The word "real" originally meant "royal." So much for reality. As for the syndrome labeled "schizophrenia" by psychiatrists, it all arises from a well-meaning but misguided attempt to define ourselves in terms of a stable, static, predictable - and controllable - social persona. The "normal' self is the product of wishful thinking, derived from genetic imprinting and sociocultural programming. Your name, address, occupation, passport and phone number... all that is just a convenient coordinate system to locate an individual within a particular social context. If you view Prime Creator or God or All That ls as the Supreme Personality, you're confronted with the archetypal case of schizophrenia - simply because that's how the One fragments into the Many.

K: Heavy stuff. Let's stick with more magazine-style questions, if you don't mind.

A: Why should I mind? I have no chip on my shoulder. You're the chap with the shoulders - and the chips.

K: Perhaps I'll quit trying to figure out what's happening on this planet and start a shouIders'n'chips franchise instead.

A: Provide your own canned laughter.

K: Right, er... Antares... where do you originate? Can I think of you as an extraterrestrial entity?

A: Everything comes from the One. l appreciate that you may find such a statement annoyingly vague. But it's the simplest and most precise response. l know you'd prefer some juicy so-called facts.

K: How about some nice, juicy so-called facts?

A: Sure. The name "Antares" connects you with stellar frequencies. Antares is also the name of a binary stargate. In Greek it means "counterforce to Mars (Ares), the divider"; and in Sanskrit it mean "interlink" (as in “antara” or 'between"). My most recent education was acquired in the Pleiadian star cluster - of which, by the way, our solar system is part - but I have intimate links with many other stellar concentrations of Consciousness. Being multidimensional means one can tune into several "lives" in several different frequency zones without shorting any circuits, so to speak. Venus is one of my favorite vacation spots in this system, and Satum is almost a second home. Earthbound science cannot as yet access the frequencies where sentient life is to be contacted on these planets. Remember, the present range of human sensory perceptions is extremely limited; and even the most advanced technical devices can only extend that range a little. Some of you are swiftly mutating, however, and are already able to pick up astral, angelic and higher mental octaves. You call such individuals psychics, clairvoyants, seers, channels. Humanity as a whole will experience a dramatic paradigm shift when enough of you let go of your rigid mindsets: that's the only barrier keeping you caught up in a tunnel reality that's seemingly futile, meaningless, and purposeless. In truth no external authority can keep you under post-hypnotic control forever. For most of us, the cage doors of consciousness are already unlocked. However, many have been "jailbirds" for so long, they're afraid to fly beyond the bars of visible reality.

K: Obviously, you can't stay away from the heavy prattle.

A: Heavy? This is light stuff. The annual report of Perwaja Steel - now that's what I would call "heavy."

K: How would you know about the corporate world?

A: Only as much as you know, plus I have access to the larger context in which these limited-objective games are being played. Glad to say, it's just a phase humanity has had to pass through. It's almost over, folks.

K: Would it be correct to regard you as my personal access to the Cosmic Internet?

A: Good analogy. Most of the Universe is already on-line, except for Earth - which is only now beginning to realize the vast possibilities of initiation into the interplanetary community. The Intergalactic Confederation? Not just yet... but let's say it's a matter of Time.

K: I'm editing out your chuckle.

A: That's fine.

K: Do you have the power to operate independently? l mean, could you coax me into doing something I would not do as the personality called "Kit Leee"?

A: We are NOT separate entities. Since you have only recently become fully conscious of your higher dimensional aspects, you're still in the habit of thinking in terms of "above and below," "higher and lower" - which is only true in a very limited sense. The expanded truth is: as your capacity for love increases, so does your empathy level - and that's the interface where we meet and fuse. Soon there shall be no visible splice between our programs: the personal and the transpersonal frequencies will be completely integrated.

K: Does that mean the demise of "Kit Leee"?

A: I have to point out that "Kit Leee" never actually existed as anything other than a form of station identification. Your essential being operates beyond names. It is, to add to the mystery, ineffable.

K: Ineffable? In-eff-able. You mean unfuckable.

A: I am unshockable. Words, words, words. The more the merrier in your case - since this magazine pays by the word. So go ahead and crack your feeble jokes. You've just earned RM1.5O, congratulations.

K: To change the subject abruptly, why are there still moments when I think the hardheaded pragmatists could be right after all? I mean, when l read the papers or talk with people, conditions on this planet appear to be worsening, not improving.

A: Appear - that's the key word. Haven't you heard? Appearances are deceptive. There's never been a finer epoch in Earth's history – by which I'm referring to the last 5,000 odd spins around the Sun. You realize, of course, that the Earth is ready to consciously accept the privilege and the responsibility of birthing the Divine Child – a brand new humanity endowed with the intellectual integrity of a Buddha, the physical agility of a Nadarajah, the compassion of a Christ - in perfect harmony with the Will of Allah (and therefore muslim in the essential meaning of the term, to be at one with the One).

K: Sounds too good to be true, what you say. l meet a lot of people who see life as a scary tightrope walk across an endless ocean of profound shit.

A: A very amusing and graphic metaphor. Gary Larson could go to town on that one. The fact that we find it funny means that it strikes a chord, cuts close to the bone - and, no doubt, such a perception of reality has been the "norm" for a very, very long time. Don't forget the Hindus call such a period of hellish darkness the Kali yuga. The good news is that a large percentage of humans have successfully broken through to higher consciousness, thereby rendering the experience of pain, horror, tragedy, and helplessness merely optional.

K: You mean we're free to change channels, so to speak?

A: Something like that. What has been happening with you, for instance, can be described as such a breakthrough. Your anxiety level has generally dropped to an unprecedented level; and you're no longer feeling chronic hostility towards emblems of external authority. Isn't that so?

K: You're right. But l continue to feel irked by events occurring on the mundane level. You know, Big Business, Big Government, Big Con Games like Wawasan 2020 or Agenda 2030. It's hard to keep quiet and watch ecocidal and genocidal projects being implemented. Look, how can we put an end to horrible scenarios like the Bakun Dam and blaming Climate Change on carbon dioxide?

A: It's all part of your final exam as a species. Humans are still wrapped up in economic and political power struggles - because the direct experience of Spirit has been effectively limited to a handful of holy rollers, hermits, aborigines, shamans, yogis, madmen, and so on. The last 500 years of scientific materialism and industrial development were a violent reaction against the preceding ages of superstition and tyrannical control by various priesthoods. Humans are now ready to find the right balance between faith and knowledge. Looking at it from a cosmic perspective, it's not really a question of who's right and who's wrong - or whether dams or windmills are necessary for your continued development. The key issue is: what are you striving to achieve, how are you using your energy? Are you perpetuating a social and economic system where only a tiny minority attains a lifestyle of unmitigated luxury, while the vast majority continue to struggle blindly, ignorantly, hopelessly, just to survive? If that is the case, then you have a moral obligation to swiftly outgrow the fearful, egocentric mindset that fosters such destructive and iniquitous activities. Just say "Boo!" and the specter of powerlessness will fade away. In other words, empower yourself, locate the spiritual center within, and kowtow to no false gods.

K: Easier said than done.

A: Even easier left unsaid.

K: You realize that this conversation could go on interminably.

A: It does. Isn't it wonderful to have a friend?

K: Damn right. Especially one who doesn't cadge smokes off me.

A: How little you know... oh well, a habit l picked up on Vulcan. Right, time for a ciggie break!

 

19 March 1996 (First posted 29 September 2023)

Friday, January 12, 2024

THE BEGINNING NEVER ENDS (revisited)



It was definitely worth the wait.

26,000 years... was that how long it took? Then... ZAP! Nightmare over. The Dream Come True. Dripping wet.

Got to get rid of the old skepticism. Survival mechanism. No need for that anymore. Well, maybe a hint of irony now and again won't hurt. Call me a sentimental old fool. I still have a calendar from the Old Reality. It's in a rusty filing cabinet along with ancient letters, photographs, yellowed newspaper articles from the 1980s; personal memorabilia from the days when I was still a "person."

There it is: the last United World College Global Concerns Calendar, marked 2030. Whew, what a year THAT was...

Noia, ink'ala ne hav'la vo ki'a. Vek'ila ya nei'a, a'vo?

Aion gazed at his young wife and smiled.

She looked up from the VR monitor and winked at him. Fascinating stuff, the early history of the Pleiades. I was just starting on Merope.

Aion had been wedded to Noia long enough to receive her thought signals with almost full resolution. She'd never really been into speech all that much though when she felt particularly cheerful she was known to babble like a mountain brook.

Watch out! You've inspired another poem, Aion flashed back at his mate. He kissed her smooth brown shoulder and rested his hand on her belly. "I'm hungry, how about you?" he asked, vocally.

Noia cocked her head and then nodded enthusiastically, hitting the pause control on her Virtual Reality console. They strolled out into the palace gardens, hand in hand, clucking to the cockatoos who were, as usual, clowning around with Saint Peter the pangolin.

"Eh Pedro, getting more than a little cocky, aren't you?" Aion quipped, bending to tickle the scaly anteater under his furry snout. The gentle creature licked Aion's hand with lazy flicks of its sticky tongue and gazed affectionately at the humans. Noia giggled and flung off her pareo, enjoying the perfect sunshine on this truest of blue-sky days.

"And to think you used to keep your sarong on in the shower," Aion laughed and followed suit - only he wasn't wearing a pareo but his favorite Chinese silk loon pants.

Aion and Noia had met and married back in the mid-Nineties, just before the Old Reality phased itself out. She had been a mere 22 Earth years and he already a well-preserved 44. Age was a major concern in the Age of Death, Disease, and Decay.

Incredible, really, to have witnessed and participated in the Transition. Never before in the entire history of Creation had such a phenomenon been experienced. Linear Time quantum-jumping the Spiral of Galactic Synchronization and bursting forth into Spherical Time. Science fantasy, sword and sorcery, fairy tale and News of the World all rolled into one. Real estate, insurance, politics, banks, and bureaucracy all a thing of the so-called Past... ha, remember when there were lawyers all over this planet? There were even humans who played the role of Judges. They sometimes sentenced other humans to death. Unbelievable... but it wasn't all that long ago, to use an old-fashioned and now totally meaningless phrase.

"Let's see... what shall we eat?" Aion said, more to himself than to Noia, who was already keying in her order at the dining pavilion. He scanned the day's menu on the smoky quartz screen built into the oval table of polished stone. Broccoli with cheese sauce? Chee cheong fun with cordyceps? Ghee rice with pumpkin curry? Macaroni soup and asparagus spears? Wild honey on buttered toast? How about some good old yong tow foo?

Noia was grinning impishly when Aion glanced up at her. On the grail table sat two tempting plates of Hainanese chicken rice, two steaming bowls of leek soup, and a side serving of juicy bean sprouts. Feeling a touch nostalgic for the vanished ways, after all that history! "What's your drink? Preserved kumquat and honey?"

Aion had to smile. "Why not?" Back in the old 3-dimensional reality, humans ate a fantastic amount of chicken. Billions of birds were slaughtered each day to feed the "dominant species." Incubator-hatched from eggs and raised in "scientifically designed” batteries, the poor fowls never once got to peck at real dirt in a farmyard. The same foul treatment was meted out to pigs, goats, cattle, fish, sheep, and even plant species.

And if you consider that inhuman, you won't believe some of the ways humans treated other humans - especially those deemed inferior or a potential threat to their excessive lifestyles.

As they tucked into the totally delicious, molecularly reconstituted meal, Aion slipped briefly into a meditative retroscan of the amazing breakthrough in +2026 O.R. (Old Reality) when a critical mass of humans, determined to stop exploiting other lifeforms, began expressing their collective will. This resulted in a switch to the trinary code (IAO) which made it possible to obtain holographically perfect digital samples of all bio-matter on the planet and store it permanently in the crystalline hard memory of the Earth - dubbed the Diamond Sutra - and retrieve the information at will for high-speed organic reconstitution and 3D printing.

For instance, we were able to extract a complete hologram sample of the healthiest, happiest hen that ever ranged freely on a well-kept farm - and use the basic data to generate an infinite supply of chicken to every finger-lickin' chicken-lover in the universe - without ever having to catch a live specimen and kill it and boil the feathers off and so on. The same technique was applied to pigs, goats, cattle, fish, sheep, and every edible plant species on the planet.

This was how we ushered in the Age of Abundance, which instantly rendered all previous notions of strategic survival behavior irrelevant and obsolete. The Quest for the Grail was finally over: the sacred vessel that sustained all life, the proverbial cornucopia, the fountain of eternal renewal had been discovered - and her name was Gaia-Sophia, also known as planet Earth.

People still planted vegetables and flowers and kept poultry and other animals around their yards; and sheep and cattle continued to graze on green pastures. And fish continued to swim in streams and lakes and oceans. Everything carried on more or less as before. But now no lifeform existed merely to play a part in the endless food chain. Now they existed for the sheer pleasure of it.

And when that wore thin, each could seek out a Transmutation Vortex where its vital force could release itself into new adventures, while the organic structures were destructured and recycled into the energy-matter continuum ad infinitum.

It wasn't till +2033 that humans embarked on the process of translating themselves into pure trinary encodings and immersing themselves wholly in the Diamond Sutra, thus freeing themselves of their dense hydrocarbon-protein spacesuits - which could be swiftly reconstituted and worn anytime they felt like an excursion into the lower frequency zones.

Just for "old time's sake," Aion lit a reconstituted cigarette and leaned back contentedly. Noia cleared the grail table with a few deft movements of her right index finger on the recessed keyboard. DELETE LUNCH? OK. Done. Then she burst into an expression of radiant joy. "Oy, tengok siapa datang!" she broke out in her ancient mother tongue. Look who's here!

"Chuen!" Aion leapt to his feet and hugged his 29-year-old son, who had reconstituted his physical form in the garden. Noia lost no time joining the embrace: One again! Divine bliss rippled through the dimensions, causing some single-celled organisms somewhere in a different universe to divide and reproduce prolifically.

Chuen had just returned from his latest mission in some remote Hypoallergenic Zone of the galaxy where diehard divisionists with chronic dystopia were insistent on living by the deadly laws of Duality. Even the Corpus Christi had to endure the occasional breakout of moral scabies.

At 29 Chuen was the youngest Star Commander of the ICYF (Intergalactic Confederation Youth Fleet). He grinned, impish just like his mother, and wrinkled his nose at his father's tobacco smoke. "Long time since I indulged," he said in English (one of 17 languages at his command) and accepted a nicotine stick from his never-aging Old Man. Chuen took a long drag and exhaled like some retro French movie star. "Hey, how about a nice cup of tea to go with this?"

"Susu mau?" Aion looked up from the grail keyboard. Milky tea for everyone? Noia and Chuen nodded, and plonked themselves into a giant hammock under the mango trees.

Knew I'd find you both frolicking in your favorite paradise program. Chuen generally communicated telepathically with his mother. Noia kissed her son on his nose. You know we're comfortable here, but it would be great to have you with us more often.

Aion came over with three mugs of tea and placed two on the mossy turf below the hammock. "Room for one more?"

Noia gave Chuen a wet kiss and wriggled out of the hammock. "You can take my place, darling. I promised to meet Sembo, Hani, Maye, Halus and Titit at the waterfall. Women's splashabout, but you two are most welcome. I'm sure the girls would be surprised and delighted to see Chuen."

"Give me a few moments with Daddy," Chuen said. "I have information for him to download. Metaphysical stuff, Mum. Hey, don't tell the girls I'm here. I want to play a little trick on them."

You were well named, Chuen the monkey!
Noia tweaked both their noses affectionately and danced off towards the river, singing.

Aion snuggled into the hammock beside Chuen, sipped his tea, and sighed. "Okay, I'm ready." Chuen put down his mug of tea and placed his right hand on Aion's upturned left palm. He waited till his father's breathing rhythm was in perfect synchronization with his own, and then began downloading.

Soon Aion could feel a tingle in his forebrain as Chuen locked frequencies with him. A huge videoscreen lit up in Aion's mind's eye. Chuen was in his Sananda aspect, the one he favored when transmitting factual information. It was a sort of pharaonic face: gentle, wise, and bearded like the archaic Jesus icons. Chuen chose his Sananda image because he knew Aion's deep memory would be more receptive to inputs from an archetypally recognizable source.

The dreamtime documentary was in 5th dimensional hypertext and cybernetically compressed. Only certain fragments of it can be stepped down into linear language.

All that pain and suffering and seemingly endless horror was necessary, though not inevitable. The experiment could have taken a very different turn. Which it did, in another time track, now flowing concurrently with the present.

What people called "the stony path" - the pilgrimage through the Valley of Death - provided valuable tactile experience which has enriched all realities everywhere. Especially now that it is accessible in mesonic code and no longer virulent to nascent intelligence.

In the separation of inner from outer lies the origins of the self-exploratory game of Us vs Them. Each camp locked in perpetual conflict with its illusory opposite, its Nemesis, each struggling for dominance over the other, the outcome always doomed from the outset - since each would transform into the other at the height of its hostility or fear.

However, the bi-polar combustion was the engine for the Earth's emotional evolution. As she awoke to her true nature, she was able to transmute the fission energy into fusion force, and project her inner crystalline form outward into the heliocosm.

Thus did the Earth attain radiant illumination and initiation into the stellar community via the higher intelligence network within her mineral core and upon the semi-elastic surface of her Dream Body. As she emerged from the Density Beam that marked "recorded history" (i.e., the period from -3113 to +2023 O.R.) the Cosmic Context was reinstated in her consciousness.

Every sentient being on the planet that was receptive to the surge of expanded frequencies was able to ride the crest of that electromagnetic tidal wave into the subtle dimensions beyond the third. The rigid structures upholding economic and political systems rapidly buckled as the electromagnetic grid realigned itself with the Galactic Core and sociocultural control mechanisms immediately broke down. Artificial barriers evaporated like mirages and ancient taboos turned on their heels and died of shock.

You have a question: what became of the tinpot despots, the trigger-happy generalissimos, the secret policemen, and the brigand chiefs? Yes... just a moment. Well, the ones working consciously as anchor points were easily debriefed and transferred to the harmonic heavens on Level Eleven. The ones operating in total unconsciousness are still shadow-boxing in their sleep, safe in their own Quarantine Area, along with others unwilling to let go of their predator programming.

What was the casualty rate? As far as we know, only one-seventh of the human population chose to remain in the Old Reality. For them nothing has happened. The illusion of linear time and history continues to bind them in oscillating melodrama for another 26,000-year Evolutionary Cycle. Or at least till they realize what the Game Plan is all about and release their fearful deathgrip on their inner beings.

Incredible revelations had been accumulating since the final years of the 19th century and by +2019 there was no longer any excuse for any human being anywhere on Earth to plead ignorance. News of clandestine genetic experiments conducted on human and animal specimens by deluded aliens and sanctioned by a secret government had broken. The fantastic origins of the Sphinx and the Great Pyramid Complex at Giza had been disclosed and discussed with excitement around the planet. The mysterious designs on the Nazca plains, the magical calibrations on Mayan monuments, the universal resonance of aboriginal myths and legends had been pointed out and publicly disseminated.

T'he last of the media moguls had converted to the truth - and had committed themselves wholeheartedly to alerting the entire human population to the gigantic electromagnetic tidal wave rippling out from the Alpha and Omega points of the Galactic Core, as our Sun began to merge with its etheric double to form a Greater Central Sun.

Rainbow warrior tribes which had been gathering for two generations were already anchored in their various bioregions, awaiting the signal to take over responsibility as members of the Earth Council for Solar-Planetary Affairs. Over many decades their concerted campaign for the Earth had successfully cushioned the impact of ecocidal destruction, keeping it to a survivable limit.

The Masters had coordinated one final mass illumination exercise in December +2024 when millions of incarnate stellar emissaries ascended amidst celestial displays of unimaginable beauty. Their missions accomplished, they were home free at last. You have only partial recall of that initiation because of your addiction to physical sensory data, but I am helping you to transmute gradually.


Remember when the Temples of Mammon were converted to Community Arts Centers wherein the aesthetically handicapped were able to rehabilitate their perceptions in a colossal celebration of the Creative Spirit? Well, all of this seemingly happened overnight, over a 23-hour period between one Frequency Zone and the next. There will be much deep memory diving to be performed for those of you who were caught in the thick of the action and experienced the Dimensional Shift in semi-trance states.

The final segment of the session required Aion and Chuen to connect breaths and fuse their etheric bodies into a disc-shaped ball of Light. By this means Chuen piloted his beloved father to a Midway Station where a lively conference was in progress.

Aion had attended a few of these celestial powwows before, even in the Old Reality. But the impressions had usually faded like fax images by the time he regained "normal" consciousness on the physical plane. On this occasion Aion was thrilled to return with the energy imprints intact. He felt euphoric and supercharged.

Noia had sneaked up and squeezed herself between Aion and Chuen on the hammock. She giggled like the child she still was in particularly happy moments, hair wet from the waterfall. "Liars! I waited an hour for you two to show up! It was getting too cold."

"Eeesh! You're cold and wet!" Aion yelled, biting her on the nape of her elegant neck. Chuen laughed and laid his curly-haired head on his mother's bosom, sighing with pleasure.

After dinner Noia went off with Chuen to the Sanctuary for some deep healing on her leg. It had been slightly deformed by infantile poliomyelitis - a common disease in the Old Reality - but was now rapidly regaining its proper form and function under Chuen's loving ministrations.

Aion decided to treat himself to some virtual 3D loveplay on the Bionet. Life's a ball, as they used to say, and forever may it be so.


...THE BEGINNING...

[Originally published in JOURNAL ONE, May 1996 © Antares. First posted 2 May 2007, reposted 27 December 2017 & 24 December 2020]

Sunday, July 23, 2023

Drunvalo Melchizedek's extraordinary mission on Planet Earth! (reprise

Immortal Teachings of
The Flower of Life
by Antares

How often have you looked at the stars on a clear night and wondered: "This is so beautiful, so inspiring... but what does it mean to my life on this tiny planet?"

And then have you not wished, for a whimsical moment, that a very ancient and wise person would magically appear and tell you the story of how Life came to be on Earth, and the Purpose of it all, if any?

What if such a Person did appear and told you the true story of Earth and her place among the stars... would you believe any of it? Or would your "scientific" education prevent you from listening with your heart and remembering the stories that already live within your cells, like a wondrous tapestry of evolutionary tales woven with the very strands of your DNA?

Well, a very wise and ancient person appeared before Drunvalo Melchizedek in 1972, not long after Drunvalo "arrived" on this planet. This phantasmal being gazed intensely with babylike eyes at Drunvalo, as if scrutinizing him without judgement... and then disappeared.

Twelve years later on November 1, 1984 (Drunvalo seems very specific about particular dates), the strange apparition appeared again, at first in the form of a golden, egg-shaped light; and then as a compact, brown-skinned, twinkling-eyed man. This time, Drunvalo was ready to receive his distinguished visitor, whose name - or one of them at least - was Thoth.

His mission, it turned out, was to transmit to Drunvalo (and whoever was interested) everything he knew of Earth's tumultuous history since 50,000 B.C., when he was a mighty Atlantean king named Chiquetet Arelich Vomalitos. Actually, Thoth was a bit of a Time Traveler and had juicy information dating back 5.5 million years. Beyond that point, Thoth said, the Akashic Records had been scratched or completely deleted by an inexplicable occurrence.

Now, any mystic worth his sacred mantram will tell you that every thought, word and deed is indelibly imprinted in the akasha (etheric timetrack). What could possibly have happened 5.5. million years ago around this planet to have obliterated the records? Oh well, never mind the hoary past but what of the future?

Thoth wasn't too concerned about that, since he was looking forward to completing his mission and departing this Dimensional Octave altogether. Which he did, according to Drunvalo, with 31 other Ascended Masters on May 4, 1991 (if these precise dates have any significance, I have yet to discover it).

Goodbye, Thoth! Hello, Drunvalo! But this won't be the last you'll be hearing of Thoth. Indeed, much of the historical data presented by Drunvalo Melchizedek in his extraordinary Flower of Life workshop comes directly from Thoth's vast memory banks. No wonder the early Egyptians worshiped Thoth as the God of Scribes, depicting him with an ibis head. Later he incarnated in Greece as Hermes Trismegistus (the Thrice-Bom Master) and initiated Pythagoras into the Great Mysteries. The Romans called him Mercury, Messenger of the Sun (and, by extension, the Stars).

You see, Thoth succeeded in penetrating the Veils of Time and Space, and ascended to Immortality about 52,000 years ago. He could have moved on to other realities but chose instead to stay close to Earthbound humanity till every laggard soul was ripe for graduation to "higher levels" of consciousness.

The fact that Thoth and his wife have finally fused with a soul group of Ascended Masters and zoomed off way beyond the Time-Space Horizon augurs very well indeed for all of us. It means we are nearing the Time of Completion in our evolution.


Between now and January 2013, hints Drunvalo, every human being will have made it through the proverbial Eye of the Needle - even the grossly overweight ones (although some very drastic transformations of lifestyles and perceptions may be necessary).

What about the rest of the planet - the oceans, the forests, the plants and animals, the indigenous peoples? Don't worry about them, Drunvalo advises, they're perfectly fine; it's the technology-addicted human race that's going through a major initiation. We simply have to lay down our weapons and quit judging or trying to control other people's behavior or beliefs.

Not at all an easy order to fill. But we really have to think and act and play WIN-WIN for EVERYONE - and we've got to do it NOW. Or else? Or else we won't know what hit us when the Earth's magnetic field collapses, erasing our synthetic realities and our memories.

Is that an inevitable scenario? "Don’t ask me, I only work here," Drunvalo quips impishly. "Actually, nobody knows anymore, not even the Ascended Masters. Events are accelerating way beyond predictability. But it's no use worrying. Just open up your heart and activate your living Merkaba field. It's no big deal - we've only forgotten how to do it, that's all - because we stopped breathing prana directly when we 'fell' about 13,000 years ago.”


In March 1994, at the Archangel Michael Conclave in Banff, Canada, Drunvalo Melchizedek broke the Good News: The aeons-long war between Good and Evil is OVER! 

At least on the "higher levels" it's over - even if a few stragglers are still roaming the jungles of dense reality, sniping at imaginary enemies and dodging illusory bullets. The Great Archangels Lucifer and Michael have reached a special new understanding. The drama of duality has finally played itself out. Heroes and villains will share the stage with the entire chorus at the curtain call, while the audience jumps to its feet for a standing ovation.

And we can all celebrate with a drink of ambrosia (what else?) afterwards - although questions of "before" and "after" will get trickier and trickier when linear time transforms itself into spiral or even spherical time (which could mean No-Time at all!)

Er.. can you PROVE any of this?

Actually, no, Mr Jones. However, that's not really a problem. Picture it this way: what sort of proof could you show a frog living under a coconut shell that there's a whole reality "out there" which is utterly beyond its conception? Or how do you explain to a tankful of aquarium fish that their "owner" has moved house - and that they're in fact in a completely different city? City? What's a "city"? See what I mean? Now if you’ve been experiencing weird intimations that there’s a whole lot more going on around here than meets the socially conditioned “I” – or you’ve had vivid dreams which make you feel that waking reality may not be all that real – you won’t be demanding any concrete proof, just validation and elaboration.

Drunvalo Melchizedek doesn't know everything. After all, he's only been on this planet twice. But what he says, and the way he says it, resonates with my own feelings about reality. His stories, Thoth's stories, stir the depths of my soul, bringing to light a great many long-forgotten truths. I can recognize the SHAPE and the SOUND of what's “true.” I don't need an official document to prove I am who I am.

So what else did I learn in 6 long days (from 9 a.m. to 9 p.m.)? Well, for one thing, I learned how God or Prime Creator or Great Spirit managed to generate a universe in 6 simple movements. That's the great secret concealed in the Flower of Life emblem. It's all holographic. The great contains the small and vice versa. Or, as Hermes succinctly put it to Pythagoras: "As above, so below." Sacred geometry - or synergetic-energetic geometry, in Buckminister Fuller's terms - explains it best.

The original Flower of Life workshop included 44 hours of videos. In six days I watched more videos than I have since the advent of television (I believe someone has compressed and edited the info to less than 33 hours now). The participants took turns nodding off (there were only four of us, owing to last-minute cancellations, so it was easy to keep tabs on who was asleep and who wasn't. 

Korton (aka Lloyd Taylor) our greybearded, grandfatherly, bighearted facilitator from Maleny, Queensland, told us not to worry about "missing" some segments. "Trust that your Higher Self knows when to knock out your conscious mind so your subconscious can record it for later use."

What came across most powerfully, watching Drunvalo's impeccable classroom manner during a couple of FOL workshops conducted in 1992 and 1993, was how he so seamlessly merged the Scientist and the Mystic in his personal being. Here was a man who had started out studying Physics and Mathematics, only to switch abruptly to Fine Arts; and then Alchemy, followed by crash courses in Judaism, Sufism, Hinduism, Tantrism, Tibetan Buddhism, Islam, Shamanism, Sacred Geometry, the Kaballah, Mineralogy, Crystallography... not bad for someone who began his present life as a Roman Catholic.

Thermodynamic Horizon by Adam Scott Miller
As Drunvalo candidly explains, he "walked" into his physical body on April 10, 1972 (he doesn't say what time) by prior arrangement with the previous tenant. As a new-kid-on-the-block by earthly standards, Drunvalo needed a fully customized vehicle to ease his entry into the density and complexity of 3-dimensional living. Prior to accepting this assignment, Drunvalo remembers his free and formless state in the 13th Dimension (but only vaguely, or the nostalgia would have been too painful to endure). He’s a Melchizedek from outside the System, from beyond the 12 Dimensions of our Reality Octave.

Unity Consciousness is the Alpha and Omega state of being, and Drunvalo originally knew no Polarity (he has since learned a hell of a lot about it, he says with a wry grin). That's precisely why he was chosen for this special mission by the Great White Brotherhood (on the recommendation of his great-great-great-grandfather Machiavinda Melchizedek, the very same Mysterious Melchizedek mentioned casually in the Bible as a powerful Priest-King of Salem).

As you may have guessed, the Great White Brotherhood (not to be confused with the Ku Klux Klan, a degenerate modern mutation of an ancient Druidic clan of Melchizedek Initiates) has nothing to do with racist notions of Black or White. Branches of the GWB have also been called the Brotherhood of Light or the White Lodge - and its ordained task has ever been to assist in the evolution of Consciousness throughout the Cosmos.

Now this traditionally placed the GWB at odds with the Great Dark Brotherhood or the Dark Lodge, whose avowed objective has been to thwart the evolutionary process by preying on less conscious lifeforms and arresting their spiritual growth. You can think of it as the intricate interplay of footwork between accelerator and brake pedals. Or some suspenseful species of intergalactic James Bond movie - complete with Spectre and SMERSH Agents, MI6, the CIA, KGB, Mossad, Dr No, and Secret Cabals. As above, so below.

BUT THEN CAME A DIVINE TWIST IN THE PLOT. IT HAPPENED IN 1972. YES, THE YEAR DRUNVALO MELCHIZEDEK SHIPPED IN... THE YEAR LIFE ALMOST ENDED IN OUR SOLAR SYSTEM... THE YEAR EARTH WAS BORN ANEW… THANKS TO "DADDY" AND "MUMMY'... AND A WHOLE BUNCH OF DOTING "AUNTS" AND "UNCLES" FROM THE STARRY REALMS…

In order to even begin to sense the relevance and truth of everything Drunvalo discusses in the FOL teachings, one needs to quickly scan the general outline of the curriculum and get a rough idea of the wild assortment of heavy topics we're grappling with... sorry, I mean LIGHT topics! Ready for this?



Although starseeds began germinating on this planet about 500 million years ago, most of these early civilizations have evolved beyond the Waveform Universe. Their stories are inaccessible to us at this juncture, but perhaps at some point in our distant future we shall reconnect with our remote past and gain direct experience of life processes at this level.

However, it is possible to get a glimpse of the numerous Great Cycles our Earth has passed through in the last 5.5 million years once our consciousness has broken through the dense shell of 3D Time-Space. It's the most recent 200,000 years that directly affects us - especially the last 13,000 years since the Great Deluge that came in the wake of the Atlantean Disaster.

A specific landmark year was 1972, the year our Sun underwent an unscheduled Pole Shift. The resulting solar wind would have obliterated all lifeforms on the physical plane - had it not been for timely extraterrestrial intervention sanctioned by the highest Spiritual Authority. Those deemed responsible for our genesis undertook a radical experiment, hoping to save at least two or three Earthian humans from annihilation. As events turned out, the results exceeded all expectations. Not only was the human race saved in biological terms, we are now potential saviors in the theological sense.


Thanks to this deus ex machina Holographic Virtual Reality Insert, humanity is now a species on the very brink of attaining Christ-consciousness en masse (I know the evidence from consensus reality makes it virtually impossible to believe this, but this is veritably the darkest hour before the New Dawn). In fact, millions have already experienced this mysterious effect without understanding what it's all about.

In the Hebrew scriptures, the beings behind our creation were called the Elohim and the Nephilim. But we may call them by their more "upbeat" names - how about Sirians (from the Dog Star Sirius) and Nibiruans (from the 4th-dimensional planet Nibiru, known in Greek mythology as Typhon?... and even as I write this, swiftly approaching the Earth in its 3,600-year orbit around our Sun).

These were indeed the Sky Gods described in the Sumerian cuneiform clay tablets as Anunnaki (Those Who From Heaven To Earth Descended) - the saga was subsequently paraphrased as the Book of Genesis in the Old Testament (read Zecharia Sitchin's extensive studies on the subject of the 12th Planet available from Bear & Co).

While Drunvalo makes no mention of the role of the Pleiadians in our planet's life history, I feel that a very significant aspect of our "higher selves" originates from what the Maya/Inca and other indigenous peoples regard as our original home constellation. Stay tuned for further revelations...


[First published 1997 in JOURNAL ONE. Posted 11 June 2012 & 1 August 2014]

Sunday, January 16, 2022

Bogus gods spawn bogus monarchies (revisited)


Bogus gods spawn bogus monarchies, and bogus monarchies create bogus aristocracies, which then give rise to bogus ministers and administrations. Bog help us!


Unlike Farish Noor whose academic roots ground him in the empirical approach to truth-speaking, my own perspective on "reality" (and, incidentally, the word "real" itself means very little unless one understands it as pertaining to true royalness or regality; in effect, to be honorable, noble and in total integrity) is not necessarily confined to the flatlands of 3rd dimensional physicality.


Our sensory organs and scientific instruments can only access approximately 0.01% of the entire electromagnetic spectrum. 99.99% of "reality" occurs in what we might call the realm of metaphysics - the domain of thoughts, feelings, ideas and memories unbounded by our familiar spacetime continuum.

Indeed, we began as omnidimensional extensions of the Unified Field of Consciousness (call it GOOD if you will, not GOD!) but voluntarily stepped ourselves down deeper and deeper into static density and specific gravity in order to experience and explore the weird and wonderful worlds of form and structure.

Being trapped for millions of millennia in ever more compressed energy packets made us forget our original limitlessness. Limits became "the norm" for us and we began taking boundaries too seriously.

The first boundary we take too seriously is our personal ego, our definition of individual existence.

The second boundary pertains to our concept of kinship, our blood relations and extended family or clan.

The third boundary is called the tribe, and the fourth is the collectivity of tribes that constitutes our sense of nationhood.

As we evolve to the fifth boundary and see ourselves as inhabitants of various biocultural regions (Asia, Europe, North and South America, and so on), we begin to approach planetary consciousness as global citizens.

One more step and we attain galactic alignment, i.e., the awareness that our nearest star is a member of hundreds of billions of stars that comprise our local galaxy.


I wonder what Jamal Md Yusof would do if offered galactic citizenship - despite his obvious unsuitability for such an adventure, at his present level of consciousness. There's nothing problematic about Jamal as potential GOOD in human form; however, the software he's running became obsolete several generations ago. Well, he obviously missed the 21 December 2012 deadline to upgrade his operating system and integrate it with the impending quantum shift that will propel humanity beyond win-lose zero-sum games into workable win-win scenarios. But then, Jamal is far from being the only one who has missed the boat of onward evolution beyond the fallen angel and modified ape dichotomy.

"Grand Universe" by Antifan Real


Farish Noor: Still dreaming of a Malaysia to call Home 


[First posted 14 August 2011, reposted 15 February 2017]

Friday, February 21, 2014

Return from Bamboo River ~ a report from beyond the veil!


Friends have been coming to me with pieces of a vast, multidimensional jigsaw that's still in the process of being assembled.

Where was I during the five days in December 2009 I spent comatose in the Intensive Care Unit of Sungai Buloh Hospital? (I can't call it the ICU after seeing Avatar without fantasizing about the beautiful blue-skinned Neyteri...)


My beloved friend Selina - whose eyes can penetrate the many veils of reality - said she meditated with the Blue Buddha mantra as soundtrack and found herself looking at my lifeless body all hooked up to life support equipment. There was nobody in. So she searched the astral planes for me... and eventually found me sitting on a rock, looking very relaxed in a sarong, with a cup of tea.

We had a long conversation and I conveyed to her that I was utterly fed up with the entropic, apparently deteriorating conditions in the 3D Matrix. She used the full force of her feminine charms and persuasive powers to convince me that it was worthwhile returning to my physical body. "You don't want to miss the grand celebration when all of us break through to the next level!" she said (or something to the effect) and offered me her hand. My expression softened at that point, she said, and I reached out to touch her.

Well, I was pleased to hear Selina's report - though I can't confirm if this astral encounter really did occur. Another friend - a Puerto Rican shaman named Rafael - later informed me that he, too, had searched for me in the astral and, like Selina, was relieved to find me sitting on a rock by the river. Seeing I was in fine form, he left me alone.

Around the time Selina had this vivid vision, thousands of other people - immediate family, close friends and total strangers from around the world - were praying for me or sending positive vibes. For sure, my soul must have felt the massive force of all this love and was humbled by it. Perhaps falling ill was my soul's way of sulking, but such an outpouring of concern would certainly have convinced me that life on earth wasn't all that terrible and that I really ought to renew my earthly visa and return to physical embodiment.


A couple of friends - a practising shaman and spiritual master from Germany named Rainer and his angel-voiced wife Karin - visited Magick River with six other pilgrims in tow and stayed 13 days, about a week after I was discharged from the hospital. Rainer and Karin came with many messages for me: essentially, they wanted me to be aware that I was embarked on a whole new phase of my earthly mission with dramatically enhanced powers - and that it would require some time for me to fully integrate the new software.

I was grateful for Rainer and Karin's inspired insights and their magnanimous friendship. Seems ironic to me that the people closest to me physically are the most reluctant to acknowledge me for what I am - and that it takes a group of relative strangers coming from halfway round the planet to recognize and appreciate my gifts. In any case, I felt richly rewarded by Rainer, Karin and their friends' wonderful company.

I was required to report back to the hospital on 14 January to get a clean bill of health from the doctor in charge of my case - but when I showed up he was nowhere to be found. The nurses said he was busy on his rounds, so I distributed the thank-you cards and fancy chocolates I had brought (courtesy of my daughter Belle) and checked in with Dr Zulkifli, head of the psychiatric unit, who had said he wanted to see me.

Dr Zul wasn't in a chatty mood. He sat me down in his office and told me I had MDP. "What's that?" I asked. "Manic depressive personality," he said laconically. I wasn't in the mood to argue with Dr Zul who struck me as essentially a decent guy, even if he appeared completely caught up in his role as drug-dispensing psychiatrist and arbiter of sanity. I detected a trace of the Inquisitor in his ego-field and knew at once he wasn't keen to hear my opinion of psychiatry.

Dr Zul's prescription was 2 mg Risperidone to be taken twice daily. I knew from Dr Zul's expression that he was utterly convinced it was his moral and professional duty to slow down my brain functions and return me safely to the 3D Matrix where I could take my place amongst billions of other well-adjusted tax-paying robots.

Now, the question is: I was admitted to the hospital for malaria. So how did the shrinks insert themselves into the story?

As I have already narrated in earlier segments of this report, I emerged from my 5-day coma completely renewed, with gleaming neural circuitry and upgraded software. My brain functions were crystalline and I was able to navigate several dimensions simultaneously (imagine being promoted from driving a 4-wheeled internal combustion earthbound vehicle to piloting a flying saucer).

Naturally I was ecstatic and ebullient. Dr Zul's assistant, Dr Siti, had come around to interview me after the nurses reported on my being awake most nights. She subsequently told my daughter: "Your father is too happy." Belle found that amusing. "Isn't it a good thing that he's happy?" Dr Siti's enigmatic reply was: "Yes, but not too happy."

So, because I was too happy, I needed to be tranquilized, sedated and occasionally strapped to my bed whenever I did anything to upset the normal routine (for example, on two occasions, I tested the staff's response time by pulling on the emergency cord in the shower. Both times they took nearly five minutes to arrive on the scene and were chided by me. They must have taken offence when I suggested that the only acceptable response time was one minute. That would make the difference between life and death for whoever needed help.)

I must confess that I've always considered myself a top-level Quality Control Inspector whose job is to ensure that all systems are running perfectly. Hence the terrible frustration I have felt most of my life on this planet where dimwitted mediocrity still rules in so many areas - especially the country I chose as my operating base.

Why was I so over-the-top happy?


Simply because I had glimpsed the inevitable outcome of all evolutionary threads - and it was an extremely happy one. Our destiny is to be fully conscious in the body and free of all robotic indoctrination. We are not fated to remain semi-conscious, semi-intelligent slaves to any system. Indeed, we are baby gods who will someday take over the management of the entire universe - when we have become totally compassionate and infinitely patient.

Of course, the fast-crumbling and benighted power structure would like us humans to remain sheep-like and half-asleep forever. After all, it depends entirely on us for "manpower." The so-called ruling elite have for countless generations fattened themselves off the blood, sweat and tears of so many species. To them we are merely farm animals, their property. That's what feudalism is all about: a gross misunderstanding of the nature and ultimate purpose of existence.


However, there is absolutely no call to hate or resent the ruling elite - because they are only maintaining a misguided tradition inherited from their distant ancestors, the not-so-noble Creator Gods who established the early civilizations on this planet. And these were indeed great civilizations with astonishingly advanced architecture and a complex bureaucracy. Without their tutelage, we would be without written language, mathematics and technology. Not such a bad thing, actually, since the introduction of alphanumeric symbols eventually led to a left-brain-dominant culture at the expense of our animal instincts and intuition.

Those who believe they wield ultimate power on earth are, in truth, terrified of their own shadows - which explains why they allocate almost two-thirds of their time and resources to defence systems and live in a perpetual Green Zone behind barricades and barbed wire. They are trapped in their own compulsive, paranoid need for secrecy, gathering data through covert agencies and 24/7 electronic surveillance of the population at large. Take away their protective armor and sophisticated killing machines - and what you get is an increasingly desperate and bewildered bunch of overaged delinquents, totally panicked by the prospect of losing control over what is essentially uncontrollable. It is beginning to dawn on some of the brighter ones that money, power and prestige will not get them through the frequency gates. The qualities that will - compassion, empathy, integrity, and the capacity for love - cannot be acquired through reptilian cunning and public relations.

But there's no way back - only the way forward.

From simplicity we became enmeshed in complexity; and now it's time for us to evolve to another level of simplicity - the Zen state of Buddhic consciousness so lucidly described by modern mystics like Eckhart Tolle.

pic courtesy of dpchallenge

In my beatific state of fully expanded awareness, I could see all humanity finally released from drudgery and meaningless toil; from cruelty, injustice and oppression. Freed from mechanical routine, we would swiftly blossom into cosmically conscious beings and take our place in ever larger constellations of sentient beings as galactic citizens.

It would be the end of disease, debt, decay and death. Physical immortality (or at least indefinite life extension) would become an option. We would regain our childlike curiosity and sense of wonder and many of us would choose to become adventurers and explorers (but not colonizers, that's a big no-no), beyond the confines of our native planet. Yes, the promise and prophecy of Star Trek would be fulfilled!


From my expanded perspective, the political shenanigans taking up so much bandwidth were nothing more than a ruckus in the schoolyard. Even the most villainous players became mere manga characters in an X-rated cartoon universe.

PlayStation wasn't invented when I was a kid - but I now found myself in a 4D virtual reality game in which I could gleefully immerse myself with absolutely no fear of getting hurt. Within the confines of the 4D Matrix, all objects and characters appear 3D. Humans are programmed to behave in specific ways and whatever they say is scripted. And because the fictitious deity they invented happens to be a punitive and vengeful one,  they have become compulsive liars in order to avoid - or at least postpone - punishment.


If you're a truth-speaking entity in virtual world populated by congenital liars, you'll definitely be viewed as a serious MDP case. MDP is what Dr Zulkifli chose to call my "condition." Other shrinks might have labeled it dementia praecox, schizophrenia or bi-polar disorder.

Truth is, my clinical death and resurrection experience had cleared my cache and made room for a massive file some might call the God Program. I wouldn't call it that for the simple reason that every time anyone installs that particular software and attempts to run it in public, they either get crucified for blasphemy or incarcerated in a madhouse.

Binder dundat.

[First published 7 February 2010]