ENFEEBLED EGOS & NEIGHBORS FROM HELL (revisited)

FOR 27 YEARS I have dwelled in a physical location that most closely resembles my idea of paradise, At least until the past 9 years, more specifically the past few months.

What happened 9 years ago? Let's just say the village got Umnofied and Jakimized. (For those unfamiliar with these terms, Umno is a codename for racial bigotry and jingoism, while Jakim is a state-sponsored agency charged with Talibanizing the entire country).

About 4 years ago (though it often feels like the torture has been going on forever), our Orang Asli neighbor across the street brought home a karaoke machine - a heavy-duty one like those you find in huge Chinese restaurants. The whole family was delighted, even though not one of them can sing. Simply put, an overpowering whiff of hell was suddenly inserted into my humble hologram of heaven on earth.

To me there is nothing sadder than the sound of really bad music. And believe me, these neighbors from hell suffer from the most atrocious musical taste I have ever encountered.

Bad enough the kind of music they like, but the brain-numbing volume at which they habitually play it, totally oblivious of distortion and atrocious pitch, and the hours they are at it - you have to live here to believe it. One night, for example, the drunken party began very late - or very early - around 3am. At 7am the noise was still going strong. As I write this at 3:30pm the terrible music plays on and on and on, though at a slightly reduced volume (since everyone is presumably awake and there's no satisfaction to be had preventing them from sleep). Well, it's enough to make anyone contemplate migrating.

Have we spoken nicely to the neighbors about the noise pollution? Of course we have, repeatedly. The only response we ever get is an Orcish claim of territorial privilege ("Ini kampung kami, you balik!" This is our village, you go back where you came from!) True, there are many occasions when my nextdoor neighbor Mary or I are driven to such a degree of unmitigated fury we find ourselves yelling at them. "Jangan bising!" (Stop the racket!)

Occasionally the musical torment is augmented by hysterical high-pitched laughter. That's when I find myself shouting, "Monyet!" (Monkeys!) Mary has called the police. They were too lazy to investigate and suggested she lodge a formal report at the station. Mary was convinced the police might decide to arrest her instead - perhaps for insulting local customs or interfering with the Orang Asli's right to free speech.

Incidentally, the noisy neighbor's name is Atan son of Sen - but I bet he signs his name S. Atan. And to think, when I first arrived he was a tiny tot of 12 or 13 running around starkers and looking cute... 

Whatever happened to these once shy and gentle forest-dwellers? Blame it on electrification and the seriously stupefying effects of TV. Alcoholism, glue-sniffing, and the suspected abuse of crystal meth doesn't help either.

We may compare this diabolical manifestation of unmitigated lack of civility or consideration for others with the noise pollution experienced by many who have the misfortune to live near mosques.

It's essentially the same loutish expression of territorial privilege and entitlement common to provincial folk unaccustomed to cultural plurality. Apparently this sort of downright obtuseness and utter insensitivity occurs not only in Malaysia but wherever colonies of Muslim migrants are found.

While looking for images of mosque loudspeakers and karaoke machines, I stumbled on a blogpost by a Mumbai resident named Uma ranting about noise pollution from her neighborhood mosque.

Just as my Orang Asli neighbors from hell have made us feel like miserable intolerant killjoys for objecting to their delight in merrymaking and terrible music, those who insist on broadcasting their religious piety through massive loudspeakers must believe they are doing all their neighbors a great favor by invoking upon them Allah's abundant blessings.

Truth is, they are merely exposing themselves as evolutionary throwbacks - completely lacking in the complex neural circuitry without which internal feedback loops cannot develop, making them react to any and all (perceived) criticism with xenophobic aggression and hostility, instead of learning new behaviors and different survival strategies. Unable or unwilling to adapt to changing circumstances, the only foreseeable fate for such sorry specimens of humanity appears to be ultimate extinction.

I'm certainly disinclined to relocate to a different neighborhood on their account... but I just might consider migrating off-planet if the opportunity presents itself.

Jacques the French Terrorist in Kuala Lumpur...

POSTSCRIPT: The karaoke machine finally packed it in, loudspeakers blown from daily abuse. But our relief was shortlived. A few months later another neighbor across the road, inspired by his drinking buddy, also decided to install a powerful karaoke system in his house. Luckily, he rarely plays music at night, only in the pre-dawn hours (when I'm so tired I could sleep through an earthquake).

Animals That Accidentally Saw You Naked... (repost)

"Until one has loved an animal a part of one's soul remains unawakened." ~ Anatole France

[Forwarded by Olivia de Haulleville. First posted 25 August 2014]

This Has NOTHING To Do With Religion! (revisited)

First published 14 January 2009, but it warrants reposting in view of Kartika Seri Dewi Shukarno's intriguing masochism in requesting to be publicly caned. Is she, apart from being partial to beer, also somewhat kinky? From Malaysiakini, 13 Jan 2009

I was absolutely flabbergasted when I read this report in Malaysiakini. This can't be happening, I thought. It's certainly one of the most absurd - nay, insane - things I've come across thus far outside of Nigeria, Somalia, and Saudi Arabia.

Don't these blithering idiots realize: CORPORAL PUNISHMENT IS A MILLION TIMES MORE "SINFUL" THAN DRINKING BEER?

Can't stand the taste of beer myself but I have lots of friends of all colors and creeds who drink - and not one of them is remotely a "bad" person just because they enjoy a couple of beers.

What's going on here is the ugly face of a dying patriarchy, trying to scare people into obedience to benighted, irrelevant, meaningless and barbaric laws invented by the falsely pious for the sole purpose of controlling others.

The question that springs to mind is this: if we're going to practise "tough love" in the interest of running "a tight ship" - then why not cane those found guilty of willfully destroying the environment for private profit? Or those who have been caught demanding kickbacks and bribes? These are far more serious crimes, with long-term negative consequences that affect the entire nation.

Beer-swigging Muslims are in the same category as pot-smoking teenagers. They number in the hundreds of thousands, if not millions. There aren't enough canes to go around if we're going to start caning every "offender." The National Fatwa Council could advise all Muslims who prefer to imbibe Al-Kohol rather than Al-Koran to keep a cane handy with which to flagellate themselves when they go home. Nevertheless, I think the hangover from overindulgence suffices as punishment.

Every Muslim on this planet has a sacred duty to speak out and defend the honor and integrity of his or her faith from being so hideously besmirched by fundamentalist bigots and time-warped fanatics such as those who advocate corporal punishment for activities some people deem pleasurable and which don't actually cause any harm to anybody (except to their own health if done in excess).

The worst disease plaguing humanity has always been the deformed consciousness of rabid control freaks who hide behind the façade of "morality" in their obscene lust for power over others.

I'd rather be in the company of a boisterous platoon of beer-drinkers than spend even one minute with any human whose worldview resembles that of a Spanish Inquisitor.

May God in her wisdom terminate once and for all the bloodlines of these hypocritical killjoys - unless their children end up marrying Germans. So be it!


Some quarters are now clamoring for Oktoberfest to be banned. Well, I just have to soothe my nerves with some gratuitous images of buxom beer-swilling Bavarian beauties. Prost!

[Reposted 22 August 2009 & 7 October 2014 & 7 July 2016]

WHY NOT TAKE ALL OF ME? (Turning tragedy into triumph)

Two extraordinary airplane disasters within four months. That’s what Malaysians have had to endure thus far in 2014 (apart from the foul reek of religious bigots spewing forth unmitigated malice in the accursed name of racial supremacy) – and who knows what else is in store for the rest of the world? I have a feeling July 2014 has got a few more surprises up its sleeves… but there are just too many probabilities for me to predict which will manifest on what level.

Debris from Flight MH17 (Reuters)

How reality options unfold is in our own hands – or, rather, our own mindsets and mental attitudes. Remember we inhabit a hologram populated by souls at different degrees of consciousness – and while some are acutely aware that we each experience “reality” according to our perspectives and programming, many others are still looking outside themselves for expert guidance or scientific proof. In these tumultuous times of massive transition, anyone who passes himself or herself off as an expert is more than likely just another spiritual carpetbagger.

Looking for bodies in a field of sunflowers (AP/Dmitry Lovetsky) 

Indeed, these are times when the line between apocalypse and epiphany becomes so fine you might encounter both heavenly and hellish scenarios sitting next to each other on the last train to Clarkesville. On my facebook newsfeed, for instance, I read about a friend’s glorious yacht vacation in the Mediterranean; and the very next post is a video uploaded from Gaza that shows an anguished father hugging the body of his dead daughter who can’t be more than five. Even as some make plans to trance-dance in Koh Phangan or indulge themselves at a luxury spa in Phuket, others in Iraq, Syria, Palestine, and the Ukraine are experiencing hell on earth.

When flight MH370 from Kuala Lumpur to Beijing vanished off the radar in the wee hours of March 8th the whole world entered into the Twilight Zone. What began as a routine red-eye flight turned into an episode right out of The X-Files. Many hypotheses (with varying degrees of plausibility) have been circulated on the internet but none has been definitive or conclusive (I personally prefer the most "implausible" ones, simply because the realm of the plausible tends to be thoroughly mundane). The missing Malaysian Airlines Boeing 777 has earned its place among the “10 greatest mysteries in aviation history.” Five years after Flight MH370 disappeared with 239 on board, not a single clue has surfaced as to its whereabouts or exactly what befell the ill-fated aircraft.

At least with Flight MH17 there can be no doubt that somebody launched a villainous attack that took 298 lives – leaving hundreds, even thousands more in shock, grief, and horror. 

Latest reports indicate that at least 80 passengers were children, including 3 infants. Animals too were blown out of the sky – birds, dogs, probably a few cats. Anyone of us could have been on that plane. Air travel has become as routine as hopping on a crosstown bus or taxi. With word spreading at near lightspeed over the internet, billions have surely been impacted – at a deep emotional level – by this terrible man-made calamity. 

While millions have responded by bursting into tears, lighting candles, observing silence, or praying for the dead, many others have focused on cushioning the blow of abrupt and massive loss of life by visualizing the most positive outcome for all.

Lost in transit

Transcending the anguish I feel for friends and relatives traumatized by this horrific bereavement, I open my heart to embrace them all as fragments of my own being.

8-year-old Margaux van den Hende was on MH17
with her parents & two siblings

From the perspective of those whose earthly lives were so rudely ended - once they got over the initial shock of spontaneous release from their physical bodies - nothing tragic occurred.

Indeed, each soul found itself reunited with its astral twin, attaining wholeness and, along with it, perfect clarity. As a bonus, all residual karma was instantly erased, and totally fresh vistas of experience have become available to those who found themselves literally translated into cosmic rapture. They can opt to swiftly return as full-fledged masters and serve as evolutionary guides. Or merge ecstatically with Everything and become Nothing.

The experience of transition is, of course, nothing new. Whether or not each of us is aware of this, all of us have experienced multitudes of embodiments – in one form or another. Those of us who consciously remember parallel incarnations, or who have reconnected with our core essence, will be receptive to the revelation that death is as transient and illusory as life within the manifest worlds.

When the fragile form is shattered, our immortal substance is freed. In ages past a vast majority of souls found themselves harvested and recycled through a cunningly crafted mechanical process akin to what goes on in our factories. Occasionally a few souls were able to escape the endless cycle of death and rebirth, attaining illumination and self-mastery. Many of these would then opt to reinsert themselves into the dense and murky domains of mortal being as spiritual guides and teachers, or bodhisattvas, driven by pure compassion and love.

I can now state with absolute certainty that this scenario no longer applies. The seals have been broken, dimensional portals reactivated and reopened, and souls are free to come and go with minimal interference. To explain how this became possible would require serious effort and a great deal of background information which exceeds the scope of this essay. Suffice to say, those so inclined will find this data resonant with their core beings – and for the hardnosed sceptics, no amount of persuasion will sway them from their doubt and intellectual disdain.

In effect, the so-called Archons of Destiny (whose human agents are known as the Elite Cabals) no longer control the game. They have yet to realize this, but the harder they try to inject more fear into the 3D Matrix, the more malicious destruction they wreak upon Mother Earth and her beloved life-forms, the feebler their stranglehold on the human psyche becomes. Their delinquent actions will merely serve to increase the velocity of metamorphic transformation across the spectrum. Even if they run completely amok and kill a billion people, they will find themselves neutralized by the spiritual awakening of their own descendants, who shall be overlighted by master souls born of their own attempts to retain control.

It’s sometimes exasperating to witness some aspect of your own being cutting off its nose to spite its face, as the old proverb goes. But we must keep reminding ourselves that the vilest evil emanates from our own unresolved traumas and manifests as “the enemy” or “opponent” – which is exactly what shaitan means in Arabic and Hebrew.

Ultimately every single atom is integral to the whole of existence – without exception. We cannot destroy the illusion of Evil. But we can learn to reverse our spells (and our spelling) so we can simply Live.

Why fear the Archons of Destiny? They are no more than a few coagulated clots of our own immature selves that seem to have gone overboard with their Halloween costumes.

Blessings upon All for we are in truth One. As Ol’ Blue Eyes once sang:

“All of me
Why not take all of me
Can't you see
I'm no good without you”

[Originally posted on 20 July 2014]

Upgrading Your Biocomputer Software & Reconnecting With Your Core Essence

A weekend masterclass with Darien Nagle & Antares Maitreya

Darien Nagle and Antares Maitreya are initiating a masterclass unlike any other that has ever taken place on earth.

It won't be for everybody. Only a maximum of twelve self-selected individuals at a time, whose unique energy signatures will help shape the structure and content of what might otherwise become an open-ended ramble through a forest of issues. Those who hear the call and respond will be ready to reclaim their own sovereignty and molecular integrity, unlearning and reassessing everything they have been conditioned to accept as truth since they arrived on the planet. They would have already done their own research into various religious doctrines, and begun to explore the mystical, metaphysical dimensions of the reality spectrum. Having outgrown institutionalized belief systems, they will be discerning about what notions to value as meaningful, yet receptive to fresh inputs. They will be courageous and clearheaded enough to reset their personal agendas, and rescript their own destinies. They will be passionate seekers, looking for answers to the questions deep in their hearts: "Who am I? Why am I here? What can I do in this moment to obtain emotional equilibrium and an authentic sense of fulfillment?" Most importantly, they will cherish their own autonomy and freedom from the dictates of external authority.

As facilitators, the role of Darien & Antares would be to create and maintain a safe, non-judgmental, non-punitive space and a clear, coherent field in which participants can shed their protective masks and social conditioning - in a friendly, supportive atmosphere wherein they can relax, reconnect with their own core essence and reveal themselves to themselves. We'll share some practical spiritual tools you can experience and take away with you. We promise you won't be bored!

For more details, please download the pdf, look through it and then decide if this could be the perfect opportunity for you to take a quantum jump into a whole new earthly adventure. 

Click here to download registration form. The first Masterclass at The Fusion Longhouse, Pertak Village (near Kuala Kubu Bharu, Malaysia) is scheduled from 29-31 March 2019.

BRIEF BIOS

Darien Nagle is a seasoned advanced skills trainer who left his well-paid job as a Technical Director and Sales Specialist with Microsoft to dedicate himself to helping others escape “The 3D Matrix.” He began awakening to his own true nature about seven years ago and has been getting stellar “downloads” which have recalibrated his own neural circuitry, enhancing his ability to retrieve data from “The Cloud” and gain experiential access to many lifetimes of service as part of a “search and rescue” team operating on this planet. Married to a Malaysian, Darien commutes between Kuala Lumpur and Australia when he isn’t on call as a Cloud computing consultant and trainer to giant tech companies in the Asia-Pacific region.

Having explored various meditation techniques, Darien has devised his own method, aimed at helping others quickly and effortlessly plug into their own inner selves, easing their journey from confusion back to conscious fusion with Source.

Antares Maitreya was born in 1950 to English-speaking middle-class Chinese parents in a small southern town called Batu Pahat. He got a job in advertising and moved to Kuala Lumpur at age 20, where he became known as “Kit Leee” through his involvement with theater and music. In 1989 his first book, ADOI! was published by Times Books International and it became a national bestseller. Three years later, apparently turning his back on fame, fortune and the bright lights, he relocated to the Pertak forest reserve in Ulu Selangor where he claimed “Antares” as his new User ID and became the Ceremonial Guardian of Magick River.

For the next seven years he lived without electricity and no fixed income, unlearning everything he thought he knew and learning how to simplify his life. He also kept himself busy producing hours of music, writing and illustrating books, making documentaries, and freely sharing his mystical insights and visions with those receptive to his counsel. In 2018 he built The Fusion Longhouse to provide a simple but charming venue for retreats, workshops and masterclasses. [See Antares’s full resumé at http://www.magickriver.net/antaresbio.htm] 

Front Deck of The Fusion Longhouse @ Magick River

 

View from the Upper Deck

The Green Walkway

Family Dorm for Five

 Hot shower, anyone?

 

Pertak Village seen from the bridge at the end of the Selangor Dam lake

Resurrected at last, after 28 years in my filing cabinet!

Labies & Genitalmen, we proudly present...

CLICK HERE TO VIEW!


[First posted 12 August 2011, reposted 24 November 2013]

THEY SAY THE GOOD DIE YOUNG... (repost)

This 21-year-old would rather be alive than "good."

Malaysian Yong Vui Kong was only 19 when he was arrested in Singapore in June 2007 and charged with trafficking 47gm of heroin. He was sentenced in January 2009 under the Misuse of Drugs Act which carries a mandatory death sentence for anyone caught trafficking more than 15gm of heroin, 30gm of cocaine or 500gm of cannabis. Yong's lawyer Ravi Madasamy has urged a moratorium on the mandatory death penalty in Singapore until the outcome of his appeal is decided.

From the Online Citizen...

By Koh Yi Na

SINGAPORE, Wednesday, 9 December 2009 - In a surprise decision, the Court of Appeal has granted [Sabah-born] Yong Vui Kong, who faces execution for a drug trafficking conviction, an opportunity to have his appeal heard.

Following an hour-long hearing on Tuesday morning, the judges nullified his previous withdrawal of appeal and accepted Yong’s application for an extension of time. This would allow him to file an appeal against his conviction and death sentence.

Yong’s lawyer, Ravi Madasamy, had initially been pessimistic about securing the extension of time, given the nature of previous decisions and his own experience with capital cases. While he knew “the present judiciary is forward-looking,” he did not know how the Court would react to his arguments.

Therefore when the judge ruled in favour of hearing the appeal, he was pleasantly surprised, describing it as a “fantastic outcome.”

No date has been set for the appeal hearing, but it could be as early as next month, according to Mr Ravi. He has been informed by the registrar to go to court this Friday to set a date for it.

His execution is stayed pending the outcome of this appeal.
[Read the full story here and here.]


World Day Against The Death Penalty (Singapore)


Watch the entire forum on YouTube!

My personal view on the absurdity (not to mention the inhumanity) of trying to fight "the drug menace" by hanging traffickers...

Heroin is a psychic painkiller derived from morphine, a physical painkiller that gained popular use during the First World War for acute battle injuries. Every heroin addict I have met actually suffers from severe emotional trauma and feel they have to take something to numb their psychic pain.

Those of us strong enough to soldier on without painkillers can consider ourselves fortunate, but we don’t have to become unfeeling and soulless about our less robust friends.

Alas, almost every form of therapy for addictive personalities (whether the drug be heroin, alcohol, crystal amphetamine or cocaine) has turned out unpredictable with at least 50% of regressions. This leads me to conclude that, ultimately, addictive personalities become a burden on their families and communities only when the substance to which they are addicted becomes exorbitantly priced.

In effect, the more illegal the substance, the higher its street value. Having researched the subject for years I’ve drawn the inevitable conclusion that criminalizing any kind of drug is actually a racket – a game being played by very powerful crime syndicates working in cahoots with law enforcement agencies.

Sometimes I suspect governments deliberately allow a certain percentage of their youth to become addicted, so they won’t turn to political activism and topple an unjust system.

One can never be too cynical about big business, big government and big crime – because only too often it’s the same cast of control freaks switching roles. For example, it’s becoming clear that the most efficient drug smuggling operations on earth are being carried out by the CIA who work in tandem with the Mafia. The money is often laundered through innocuous fronts like the Vatican Bank and used to finance black ops to keep certain political dynasties in power.

It’s a very complicated subject but I’d like more people to start giving what I say some serious thought. Google the subject if you wish but be warned that your worldview will never again be the same!

In conclusion, I advocate the decriminalization of all drugs. No punishment, no crime. No official ban, no big profits, no thrill of rebellion against paternal authority from consuming illicit substances. Within a few years, no drug problem.

Those already hooked will be able to maintain their habits without turning to crime – and anytime they wish to quit they can be offered emotional therapy to heal their wounded souls. Every life has value.

[First posted 10 December 2009]