Year of the Black Water Snake ~ Lethal to those who fear loss of status & power!

The black water snake is never aggressive unless provoked.
It glides effortlessly through the water but is equally at home on dry land.
It rarely attacks but when it does its poison is fast-acting and fatal.
Those who are pure of heart have nothing to fear
from this guardian of our emotional well-being.

HAPPY NEW LUNAR EAR, FOLKS!

Silver serpent on onyx wand from the Sacred Valley of the Incas

"CHILDREN FULL OF LIFE" ~ a different kind of school

"In the award-winning documentary Children Full of Life, a fourth-grade class in a primary school in Kanazawa, northwest of Tokyo, learn lessons about compassion from their homeroom teacher, Toshiro Kanamori. He instructs each to write their true inner feelings in a letter, and read it aloud in front of the class. By sharing their lives, the children begin to realize the importance of caring for their classmates."

[Brought to my attention by Mooza Mohd]

Orang Asli turned into temporary leaseholders on their own ancestral lands!

As some of you may know I married Anoora Chapek, a Temuan lady, almost 18 years ago. Her tribe, second largest in the Malayan peninsula, once roamed the whole of Selangor, Negri Sembilan and parts of Pahang.

In 1999 the Temuan population was estimated at 18,560. I'm not aware if there is a current census, but I know there are fewer than 170 of them in Kampong Pertak, where I have resided since 2002 when a new settlement was constructed by Gamuda to relocate the villagers for the Selangor Dam project.

Note how Anoora (assigned the name Noorhayati binti Chapek by some
Jabatan Orang Asli officer, and later shortened to Noor) has been given a Muslim
identity through the insertion of "binti" instead of "anak" before her father's name.

In 2004 each household received a grant from the Land Office entitling the house owner to a 99-year lease on the 1,101 square meters where their homes stood - plus an additional 0.3 hectare for general use, also on a 99-year temporary lease. In total each householder was required to pay RM70 per year towards the lease.

During the negotiations for the resettlement of the Temuan in connection with the Selangor Dam project, the Orang Asli of Pertak were promised freehold titles to their land. Nothing was said about the 282 hectares of ancestral lands "approved for gazetting" in February 1965. They had waited nearly 40 years for their tanah pusaka to be formally gazetted as an Orang Asli permanent reserve. This did not happen. Instead, the Jabatan Hal Ehwal Orang Asli (now renamed Jabatan Kemajuan Orang Asli) conspired with the Land Office to turn the Orang Asli into 99-year leaseholders on their own ancestral lands.

This entitles my wife to 0.3 hectare of agricultural land on a 99-year lease
whose exact location has never been made known to anyone in the village.

When I read the grant and realized what was happening, I had a long chat with the Tok Batin of Pertak, Bida Chik, who expressed profound anger and distress at being compelled to pay rent to occupy their own ancestral lands. He felt it was a barefaced insult for Orang Asli to be labeled "leaseholders" on lands their ancestors had inhabited for countless generations. Nobody knows exactly how long the Temuan tribe has been around - but many Orang Asli tribes can lay claim to having lived in the Malayan Peninsula for up to 40,000 years - possibly much more.

Batin Bida Chik

I asked Bida Chik if he was prepared to file a class action against the state government for trampling on their inherent right to continue inhabiting their ancestral lands ad infinitum. He balked at the idea at having to take legal action on his own. At the time he was confronted with a renegade faction of pro-BN villagers who were directly under the influence of the Jabatan Orang Asli and who made a point of ignoring or deriding Bida Chik's authority as Batin (headman).

"So far we have not been asked to pay a single cent," Bida noted. "The day they start demanding money, we will consider our legal options." That was more than 8 years ago. Householders in Kampong Pertak received bills from the Land Office about a week ago. The bills are for five years of assessment, 2008-2012. As far as I know, nobody was billed for the preceding years. Perhaps, as a small concession, the Orang asli were given a brief respite of four years.

One bill for the lease of 1,101 square meters of residential land amounts to RM462.90. The other is for RM45 towards the lease of 0.3 hectare of agricultural land - the exact location of which has never been made clear to anyone in the village. Not even the headman knows where his 0.3 hectare is supposed to be. The Orang Asli - or at least the Temuan of Pertak - have never been keen on farming and their present crop of rubber trees was planted for them in the mid-1960s by RISDA (Rubber Industry Smallholders Development Authority). Together the bills total RM507.90 (with a RM32.30 rebate offered for early payment).

Pic by Peter Walker

Some Temuan households are relatively well-off - especially immediately after a bumper harvest of durians. Many can afford a monthly subscription to Astro. A small handful even own cars and vans and almost every household has a motorcycle plus a couple of handphones. However, income levels are extremely uneven and we also have widows and elderly folk who depend on financial help from relatives - and a meager RM300 monthly welfare cheque from the Welfare Department.

My nextdoor neighbor Nuak @ Shima, for instance, is a mother of three tiny tots whose ages range from 2 to 5 years. Her Indonesian-born husband, Azman Izhak, was diagnosed with colon cancer last year and now has to commute between home and the Sungai Buloh hospital two hours away. He has been unable to work for more than a full year. He applied for welfare assistance many months ago - but the last time I asked, not a cent had been forthcoming.

In effect, some Orang Asli households will have little trouble forking out RM507.90 for five years' lease - while others will find the amount a staggering, if not impossible, burden.

As a former urbanite accustomed to paying rent, being asked to pay RM70 a year for the privilege of living in Kampong Pertak is hardly worth complaining about, as far as I'm concerned. That's the same amount I fork out for my annual road tax.

However, it's against all principles of fair play and justice for an already marginalized community to be turned by legislative sleight-of-hand into temporary leaseholders on lands they can lay claim to for literally hundreds, if not thousands of generations.

Last week I had another discussion with Batin Bida Chik about this issue. He was of the opinion that none of the villagers would wish to pay lease for what they perceive to be their own ancestral lands - even if they could afford it. They regard it as humiliating, insulting and a clear attempt to deprive them of their ancestral lands. He asked if I could bring the matter to public attention - and hopefully solicit the assistance of the Bar Council or any human rights lawyers to take the matter to court. And this is precisely what I am doing. If anybody reading this can help, kindly get in touch via email. Thank you.

Dedicated to the memory of William Yau Zhen Zhong...

On 25 January 2013 the badly decomposed body of a child was found floating near a jetty in Klang. It has since been identified by the boy's parents as William. At this point nobody knows how young William met such an unfortunate end. Was he kidnapped, abused and murdered?  Or could it have been a freak accident, as police have suggested, with the kid falling into a monsoon drain and getting swept 30km down the Klang River? We may never know what befell William Yau. However, the massive outpouring of public concern, followed by profound and collective grief upon hearing the terrible news, shows that all humans share the same love for their offspring... and that when any child goes missing, all parents feel the same pangs of acute anxiety...

Nurin Jazlin Jazimin was only eight when she went missing on the night of August 20th, 2007. Twenty-six days later a young girl's naked body was found stuffed into a gym bag and dumped outside a shophouse. DNA tests indicated that the dead child was indeed Nurin. The cruel, perverted manner in which the child was molested and killed traumatized the entire nation. Apparently, Nurin's abductors had violated her with such vicious force, the poor child suffered internal hemorrhage from a ruptured rectum and succumbed to bacterial infection.

To date, Nurin's abductors and murderers have yet to be apprehended and brought to justice. Four men and a woman were picked up, questioned and subsequently released for lack of evidence linking them to the hideous crime. Then a 23-year-old Indonesian woman was arrested in Nilai, whereupon she swallowed a SIM card. She was admitted to the Universiti Malaya Medical Center where she refused to eat for days, but nurses finally managed to get her to purge the evidence. We'll never know what the Indonesian woman was trying to conceal because any data on the SIM card she swallowed proved unretrievable after prolonged immersion in her gastric juices. In any case I have found no follow-up reports on the results of the police investigation. What happened to the SIM-card-swallowing woman? Who was she anyway?

It would appear there are a lot of dark, dire secrets and unsolved murders in Malaysia - perhaps because the trail sometimes leads where it isn't supposed to go.

Like everybody else, I was deeply troubled by reports of Nurin's disappearance and the nightmarish manner in which she was murdered. And, sadly, Nurin just happens to be the most sensational case in recent years of child abduction, rape and murder - perhaps because she looked so utterly adorable. Everybody saw in Nurin a vision of their own precious and beloved child. To me, Nurin was the perfect symbol of the whole country - a beautiful, innocent soul with infinite potential, embodying all the exotic charm and irresistible allure of the Orient, and carrying the great hope in all our hearts for a wonderfully bright and joyful future.

Nurin was Malaysia's poster child, the fragrant flower of a dozen family trees and five hundred generations of fortuitous miscegenation. Only good things were supposed to happen to Nurin Jazlin Jazimin, not a fate so macabre you wouldn't wish it upon your worst enemy's children.

So who killed Nurin?

Nurin's dad, Jazimin Abdul Jalil, buries another dream; meanwhile, criticized for his incompetence, Police Inspector-General Musa Hassan threatens to charge Nurin's parents with "negligence."

It was the distillation of all the unresolved anger, moral debility, hypocrisy, unmitigated greed, powerlust, resentment, disillusionment, repressed and thwarted sexuality in our collective unconscious. The accumulated psychosis of century upon century of unexpressed hostility against the order of the day. All the behavioral shortcomings of megalomaniacal monarchs and their willing minions; every cover-up of every transgression that has ever been perpetrated against the helpless, powerless, and the vulnerable. Every disrespectful act ever directed against the Sacred Feminine by a misogynist patriarchy, more concerned about maintaining its public image than with correcting its private misdemeanors. Every untruth ever uttered by a politician, every erotic indiscretion denied or glossed over, every malicious thought harbored in the minds of those that misgovern, every instance of hubristic and ruthless power abuse by control freaks in high office who were granted the authority to inspire and lead - but instead misused their status to exploit, enslave and disenfranchise.

DEAD OR MISSING, PRESUMED DEAD: what's the link between sexual repression and child murder-rape?

Indeed, it was all the sins of all the Fathers visited upon one excruciatingly adorable child. And the Mothers, too, for silently abetting and conniving with, over so many centuries, this systematic rape of innocence and beauty and truth.

Every one of us is guilty of murdering Nurin who keeps quiet and shrugs whenever an unjust law is legislated into being by myopic, pusillanimous, self-serving parliamentarians - laws like the Internal Security and Police Acts that allow the State to arrest, torture and detain political dissenters without habeas corpus and forcibly disperse peaceful public gatherings.

Censorship policies that favor violence over eroticism: wherein it is permitted to view humans being punched, kicked, knifed, shot and blown to smithereens - but scenes of tender passion like lovers kissing and harmless amorous acts expressing affection are strictly forbidden, labeled "immoral" or "sinful" by religious hypocrites.

In a nation where a grown man or woman can be accused, publicly humiliated, subject to a mock trial and sentenced to nine years' jail for allegedly indulging in consensual anal or oral sex - but fabricators of evidence with evil and malicious intent are promoted to top positions in government where they are given the power of life or death over others - there is little chance of survival for the beauty, truth, and innocence that Nurin symbolized.

Here we are, shedding crocodile tears for victims of our own moral apathy - whether they be abductable 8-year-old nymphettes or street-savvy 22-year-old urban guerrillas with suspected links to criminal syndicates - while the most corrupt, spendthrift and murderously vindictive woman in the country preens herself before a gilded mirror in preparation for her debauched spouse's anticipated rise to the highest position in the land...

Just knowing that millions (perhaps even billions) of ringgit have been squandered to prop up this grotesque travesty of human decency, truth and justice makes me shudder. And whenever I hear people robotically sing the praises of our "great" former leader, Dr Mahathir - the man who gave us Putrajaya, the Petronas Twin Towers, and massive delusions of grandeur, in exchange for the nation's soul - I make it a point to take a dozen deep breaths... access my genetic archives... reclaim my divine heritage... and declare to the entire cosmos...

HELL, NO! HEAVEN, YES!!!

[First published 3 February 2009]

A rainbow ocean of humanity @ Independence Stadium...

When people of all walks and dances of life physically converge as an expression of their will to freedom from tyranny and oppression, the true and humble joy of being human in a humane, compassionate, inclusive and evolving world becomes manifest.

[Courtesy of PAStv]

Photo courtesy of Hawkeye Jack

Photo courtesy of PDRM

THE GOOD NEWS ~ uplifting quotes collected by Michael Dean

“A great miracle is coming for planet Earth, 

and the time is now.

A new consciousness will be created 

by the children of the Sun

as they ascend with the Earth 

to a new place among the stars.”

The Mayan Oracle: Return Path to the Stars

Ariel Spillsbury & Michael Bryner

“This event will be of greater power than any the Earth has ever seen. 

More energy will be released in a very few moments than is typically released 

upon the surface of the Earth in many years.

This energy will take the form of heightened perception

and deepened emotional connection,

rejoining the individual and God.”

Ken Carey

Starseed: The Third Millennium

“We have already entered the first outer set of gates

and are now in the passageway that leads to the inner gates.

The passage through this vestibule is sacred: 

it leads into a new way of being altogether.

And we can already feel that, once we go

through the inner gates, our lives will be

irrevocably changed.”

Solara

01.01.2002

“Each one of you is now an ambassador

between Earth and Heaven. Each of you can now say,

‘The new world that is being born today begins here,

with me. I am a co-architect of the new civilization.

The example I set today will be followed

by countless people tomorrow.’”

Dr Martin Luther King

“A vast work of purification is upon us to cleanse and beautify Earth 

as one would beautify and enrobe a bride before her marriage.

And so we greet Earth in her time of joy and accomplishment.

We ask you to uplift her in the joy, in the laughter and in the love

of this great celebration. We recognize that you are still in the

outworking of this great event - while to us

it is already accomplished. “

David Spangler

Links With Space

“Right now, the Doorway stands open. The pathway is clearly

before us. The old road draws to an end. Why wait any longer? 

Here we are, tossed to and fro on the sea of uncertainty,

with no plans, no identity, formless, waiting,

dancing on the spaces in between.

“And as we do, the empty spaces become more full; 

the seen fades away, the unseen is revealed 

as we dance from one spiral to

the next, into the unknown, 

into the New which beckons.

“The Great Work has just begun. 

This is what we came here to do, 

so long, long ago.”

Solara

"This moment signals the beginning of yet another chapter in the drama. 

You are about to rediscover your real identity, your inner powers, 

and the purpose of your tenancy of this lovely world. 

You are about to discover what the Universe really is - and who you really are.

You will soon communicate with beings from other worlds, other dimensions. 

You will release the Creator in yourselves. 

‘Ordinary’ people, so-called, will daily perform what you now call miracles.

All this will unleash a tidal wave of joy, relief and goodwill 

that will sweep away much of your pain, your suffering and your guilt. 

And when that happens, listen hard, my friends - 

and you will hear the whole Creation singing: 

‘Halleluiah! They are coming home!’"

Merlin

London, 1977

“We honor you, we recognize you, 

and we are here to assist you.

We are all here as one family, 

to help Earth to become a new star,

a radiant wing of the Living Library, 

a new Light on the horizon of many sentient worlds. 

We wait for your past to intersect our present 

and catapult all existence into a new octave,

a higher octave of being.”

Barbara Marciniak

Bringers Of The Dawn

“You remember deep within you that we would come.

It was an agreement that was made: You would go and play

your part, we would assist, and then at an appointed time we

would come. Your cells came alive as you remembered.

You laughed, you rejoiced, you lived from that time.

Keep tuning in to this reality. The co-workers on Earth

have prepared the way, have lit the path, have raised the vibrations,

so that soon we can come, we can join you, you can join us -

in Earth, in Heaven, in light, in music, in living.”

Received by Heather Hopkins in a Wiltshire

crop circle during the summer of 1994.

“You are all being born into a higher consciousness:

this is the first glimmer of all the light to come.

You are only a few inches into this new portal of expansion.

In the next five years, you will be accessing encoded places

inside yourself that hold the secrets of the Universe.

Never, ever in your human guise have you

entertained such possibilities.

“These encodings are your prime property.

They are the treasures that you seek - the treasures

that you innately know are yours.

As humans you look for these treasures

externally as money, inheritances, lottery winnings -

yet these innate treasures are what you so urgently seek:

these treasures are your heart’s desire.

They are your God Codes.”

The Pleiadian Council

October 25, 2011

"We know that this mission is not easy.

We also know that many tears have been shed in

the awesome process of its unfoldment.

Be consoled in the knowing that all tears are soon to be

wiped from your eyes and all your pain dismissed and forgotten.

The glory and joy of what is about to transpire will render all

you have endured a minor expense, a price you would

be more than willing to pay again.

We bless you for all your courage and your commitment

and we honor you for your achievements on this plane.

Take heart in the knowledge that your task is almost over.

This carbon-based planet will shortly burst into a diamond,

a gem in the crown of this solar system’s skies.

The celebration will then begin.

This is Mission Control.

Over and out."

Mission Control and Diana Luppi

The Cosmic Instruction Manual

July, 1990

I've been wishing I could share this extraordinary video with everybody for many years. Now you can view it for free!

What About Me?  is the second album by UK duo Jamie Catto and Duncan Bridgeman under the name 1 Giant Leap. The duo traveled around the world recording vocals and music by artists of various genres. The DVD/CD version of the album was released in March 2009.

I consider the 1 Giant Leap  project among the most brilliant and accomplished independent productions since the start of the Digital Era. A must-watch, especially now it's on YouTube!

Stories Old and New... That's Right, Folks... It's Just Stories!

My Family Constellation
(with 3 missing siblings who didn't survive entry)

HIStory is just the story of the Father Principle - which, many thousands of years ago supplanted HERstory, the story of the Mother Principle. When the Father and Mother Principles realign, reattune and reharmonize - we experience the Sacred Union of Sun and Moon, Yang and Yin, Male and Female. 

Then the world - or our collective experience of reality - becomes OURstory (although such a word and such a world does not yet exist, but as soon you have read and understood this sentence, it shall!)... and then I can continue to write MYstory, which has always been, and shall always be, a Mystery.

On the fourth day of the 11th Gate Master Cylinder, Solara got all of us into small groups so we could write the closing chapter of our Old Stories. Then one day after the Activation Ceremony, we got together again to write the first chapter of our New Stories. Every one of us is essentially a Story - either well or badly told but nonetheless a Story. A Story badly told can be rewritten so it becomes readable. A Story well told will eventually be made into a Blockbuster!

LAST CHAPTER OF MY OLD STORY

Blessings upon my  Godfather (Dr Peter Tong) for pointing out the stars to me when I was just a few months old - and for igniting in me the spark of intelligence.

I was pretty normal until my 18th year when I stumbled upon the Book of Tao, read the first verse, and had goosebumps.

A year later I realized - much to my surprise and delight - that I was, in truth, God incarnate.

That got me in the mental asylum for three months. The only way I could secure my release was to renounce my divinity.

The next 20 years of my life were a slow process of reassembling the scattered pieces of the gigantic jjgsaw puzzle of my multidimensional being.

Finally most of the pieces fell into place and I regained access to the whole enchilada.

The problem now was, I was afraid to reveal who I truly was - in case I got put away again.

Just as well, because my 40 years in the desert gave other aspects of myself time to awaken and reclaim their vastness - so it became safe to finally proclaim my Godhood - safety in numbers!

But the greatest joke of all, it was no longer necessary, no longer important nor significant to be "divine" or to even identify with any primordial, deific, or noble lineage.

I was content to simply be a human being.

I still am. And although I'm a little curious about how it might feel to NOT exist, I'm in no hurry to experience the Ultimate Nothingness - since that's where it all began.

End of my old story. Time for tea. And, yes, a cigarette break is always welcome.

Antares Maitreya
(formerly known as the Ancient of Days)
18 November 2012

FIRST CHAPTER OF MY NEW STORY

What next? Who knows and who cares? Well, I do.

I know the meaning and purpose of my life - all Life! And I care for every living atom of it. Why? Simply because all of it is ME.

On a more "personal" level I want nothing - and everything. I know that acceptance, recognition and reward for being what I am and who I am is already flowing in, like the first rush of water from taps that have long been dry (or just dripping).

I know that whatever happens - or doesn't - to the financial system will make no difference to the abundance that I have finally, consciously, learned to receive - and to recirculate freely and universally.

I know that the planetary awakening of which my own has been an integral part will accelerate at the speed of love.

As more souls emerge from their cocoons, they will go in search of guidance and advice - and I will be here to serve in my own unique capacity.

I enjoy teaching and also learning. Aeons of ignorance and misapprehension of what Reality is all about have to be cleared. I happily lend my energies towards this joyful task.

I can't think of any specific desires I wish fulfilled - but whatever I wish for will manifest much more swiftly now that I no longer resist being all that I am and more.

At this juncture, it makes little difference whether I continue using my physical vehicle a little longer and then surrender it to the elements - or if I will be among the ones granted immortality through complete transmutation of my molecular structure.

Immortality is only acceptable in a self-regenerating, self-rejuvenating, non-degrading physical body. In a body subject to constant wear and tear, extreme longevity may not be such a  pleasant prospect - unless the body remains capable of enjoying everything bodies were designed to enjoy.

Antares
~^@^~

2:30PM
23 November 2012