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Monday, December 16, 2019
Saturday, December 14, 2019
In Loving Memory of Mak Timah Bidan of Sungai Pinang.
I have no stomach for politics, never had and I feel sorry for politicians while at the same time admire them for what they have to and are willing to do just to get things go their ways. One has to be a genius, a crook and a shyster all wrapped in one to become a good politician and I have seen enough of them come and go in one life time since I was a child growing up in Georgetown, Penang. Our home located on the junction of Jalan Sungai and Sungai Pinang Road was not too long ago the headquarters for UMNO the predominantly Malay led party that was recently and finally defeated in the last election by an alliance of parties led by the former Prime Minister who ran the country for more than 22 years prior to being elected again to the same seat in the last General election and they say fools never learn. Thanks to my late auntie who was a midwife in her entire life having delivered at least three generations of Malays, Chinese and Indian families, her call was heeded for anyone to run for a seat in UMNO; she was a confidant to Tunku Abdul Rahman, the founding father of this nation. For those who doubt me my claims do some research on this lady whose name alone, Mak Timah Bidan, can make or break you as a politician. And today these ungrateful could not even name a small road after her.
Jalan Sungai, the road that runs alongside the house that still bears her name, and ends up at the junction of Jalan Sungai Pinang, is simply a translation of its original name in English which was River Road. For all that she has done for the Sungai Pinang and Jelutong community especially during the dark days of the Malays and Chinese going for each other's as in the May 13th 1969 incident, not many knows the truth of how together with the Penghulu of Sungai Pinang, or the Head man known to most young and old as the late Chik Mat Penghulu, the most feared if not respected in the community, my Auntie was instrument in halting a blood bath between the Chinese of Jelutong and Bakau Street and the Malays of the same area. It was said that during the dark days of racil tensions between the Chinese and the Malays in Penang only Mak Timah Bidan was allowed free passage to visit all the different racial communities because of her responsibility as the most sought after Midwife at the time. For those who think I am making this up check your local history while the old folks are still alive to verify.
Why do I hate politicians, especially the Malay ones? Because I may not like any of them but I grew up watching them very closely taking advantage with impunity over whatever and whoever that is advantageous to their agenda. With sweet words and empty promises they walk all over the community after they have attained their goals of ripping off the very same people that had put their trust and elected them. In Sungai Pinang we have once reminded one such a politician by dumping a bucketful of crap in his doorway, that was the Sungai Pinang I grew up in. It is a shame that the names such as Lim Chong Yu and Karpal Singh got merit having Drives and Highways named and them not to mention lesser deserving street names all over the town and the name of someone who had brought into this world three generation of life in all three racial communities is slowly fading into oblivion.
Jalan Sungai, the road that runs alongside the house that still bears her name, and ends up at the junction of Jalan Sungai Pinang, is simply a translation of its original name in English which was River Road. For all that she has done for the Sungai Pinang and Jelutong community especially during the dark days of the Malays and Chinese going for each other's as in the May 13th 1969 incident, not many knows the truth of how together with the Penghulu of Sungai Pinang, or the Head man known to most young and old as the late Chik Mat Penghulu, the most feared if not respected in the community, my Auntie was instrument in halting a blood bath between the Chinese of Jelutong and Bakau Street and the Malays of the same area. It was said that during the dark days of racil tensions between the Chinese and the Malays in Penang only Mak Timah Bidan was allowed free passage to visit all the different racial communities because of her responsibility as the most sought after Midwife at the time. For those who think I am making this up check your local history while the old folks are still alive to verify.
Why do I hate politicians, especially the Malay ones? Because I may not like any of them but I grew up watching them very closely taking advantage with impunity over whatever and whoever that is advantageous to their agenda. With sweet words and empty promises they walk all over the community after they have attained their goals of ripping off the very same people that had put their trust and elected them. In Sungai Pinang we have once reminded one such a politician by dumping a bucketful of crap in his doorway, that was the Sungai Pinang I grew up in. It is a shame that the names such as Lim Chong Yu and Karpal Singh got merit having Drives and Highways named and them not to mention lesser deserving street names all over the town and the name of someone who had brought into this world three generation of life in all three racial communities is slowly fading into oblivion.
Friday, December 13, 2019
The Trial of Genocide- Aung San Suk Yi -2
It is not my intention to be defending any wrong doings against the Rohingyas or the Palestinians or those who are collateral victims of the Syrian domestic civil strife; no sir, but it is my conscience as part of this human race telling me that The International Court of Justice can do much better than to allow for a scapegoat being created for the wrong doings of the real culprits; go after the fingers that pulls the trigger or better still those who gave the orders. For every life of a child taken by whatever means and for whatever reason I am responsible as much as the rest of humanity for there is no justification strong enough to account for this horrendous acts of wanton blood lust except that man has become beasts that claims himself civilized. Humanity as a whole has become comfortably numb to the atrocities that prevails all round him like a cancer virus that is spreading and becoming a great cause for concern. We are being led into a nightmare that we will in the end find it very difficult to wake up from until it is too late.
The United Nation, the collective body created to safeguard the well being of all of humanity on this Planet should be held responsible for each and every tragedy that is haunting the human race today. The failure to take appropriate actions by the UN security forces has allowed for those in power in many countries to exercise their will over their own people or impose their will over weaker nations at gunpoint. The UN Security Council made up of permanent members of so called super powers should be disbanded as it has been the major obstruction towards any collective military intervention into many conflicts that could have been resolved had it not been for the disagreement by these powers that suits their own agenda of hegemony in these conflicts. Had it not been for the self serving interests of these permanent members in the Security Council, unilateral action could have been take to diffuse many potential conflicts on this planet in the past and today.
There is no doubt in my mind that this would be a mere wishful thinking of a naive citizen of this planet but I believe that if there is any trials that should take place in the International Court of Justice it should be the UN; those holding the key roles in these matters be called to task. The rest of humanity deserves to know where lies the true course of the UN in carrying out its duty towards attaining peace throughout the world. As French President Emmanuel Macron is said to have said of NATO recently that, " NATO is brain dead," the UN too is not any more different in its present state of helplessness. It must have taken a whole lot discerning if not judicious courage for the Gambia government to undertake the litigation action against Myanmar as it has really nothing to gain by doing so except for a humanitarian act to bring the world's attention to the genocide issues perpetrated by the accused nation. If nothng, it has helped to open the doors of opportunity for the UN to further carry out monitory actions in Myanmar. Failing to follow up on this opportunity would tantamount to yet another failure in the UN to carry out its assigned duties to the world.
Aung San Suk Yi may or may not be guilty in this matter that concerns her country, however she should and must never end up a scapegoat allowing for those who are truly the culprits to walk Scot free and continuing doing what they have been doing with impunity. Being a devout Buddhist country most Burmese would have to reflect upon the Karmic consequences of the nation's transgressions towards the Rohingy as and it is upon their conscience that this crime lies. Aung San Suk Yi is but an innocent martyr for a cause that her country as her father was and would have wanted her to do.
# Aung San Suk Yi,# The international Court of Justice, #The UN, The Rohingyas.
The United Nation, the collective body created to safeguard the well being of all of humanity on this Planet should be held responsible for each and every tragedy that is haunting the human race today. The failure to take appropriate actions by the UN security forces has allowed for those in power in many countries to exercise their will over their own people or impose their will over weaker nations at gunpoint. The UN Security Council made up of permanent members of so called super powers should be disbanded as it has been the major obstruction towards any collective military intervention into many conflicts that could have been resolved had it not been for the disagreement by these powers that suits their own agenda of hegemony in these conflicts. Had it not been for the self serving interests of these permanent members in the Security Council, unilateral action could have been take to diffuse many potential conflicts on this planet in the past and today.
There is no doubt in my mind that this would be a mere wishful thinking of a naive citizen of this planet but I believe that if there is any trials that should take place in the International Court of Justice it should be the UN; those holding the key roles in these matters be called to task. The rest of humanity deserves to know where lies the true course of the UN in carrying out its duty towards attaining peace throughout the world. As French President Emmanuel Macron is said to have said of NATO recently that, " NATO is brain dead," the UN too is not any more different in its present state of helplessness. It must have taken a whole lot discerning if not judicious courage for the Gambia government to undertake the litigation action against Myanmar as it has really nothing to gain by doing so except for a humanitarian act to bring the world's attention to the genocide issues perpetrated by the accused nation. If nothng, it has helped to open the doors of opportunity for the UN to further carry out monitory actions in Myanmar. Failing to follow up on this opportunity would tantamount to yet another failure in the UN to carry out its assigned duties to the world.
Aung San Suk Yi may or may not be guilty in this matter that concerns her country, however she should and must never end up a scapegoat allowing for those who are truly the culprits to walk Scot free and continuing doing what they have been doing with impunity. Being a devout Buddhist country most Burmese would have to reflect upon the Karmic consequences of the nation's transgressions towards the Rohingy as and it is upon their conscience that this crime lies. Aung San Suk Yi is but an innocent martyr for a cause that her country as her father was and would have wanted her to do.
# Aung San Suk Yi,# The international Court of Justice, #The UN, The Rohingyas.
Wednesday, December 11, 2019
My two cents worth - Aung San Suk YI
"Aung San Suu Kyi is a Burmese politician, diplomat, author, and Nobel Peace Prize laureate ..... Such claims were rejected by Brig-General Khin Yi, Chief of Myanmar Police Force (MPF). On 18 ... 27 May 2008: House arrest extended for another year, which is illegal under both international law and Burma's (Miyanmar) own law."
Wikepedia..
Today this icon figure of a fighter for democracy and elected leader of the country, is in the limelight as she faces the International Court of Justice accused of turning a blind eye over the fate of the Rohingya at the hands of the Burmese Military and the Burmese themselves. She must have felt like a cucumber in having to deal with the issue right from the start as either way she rolls she is bound to be cut. In Malay we have a saying, "Telan mati Emak, ludah mati bapa," which means if you swallow you kill your mother, and if you spit it out, you kill your father. The democracy she is set to defend is at an infant stage as the country has been under military rule for decades and the generals that held the power were determined to keep it by tooth and nails. Although the people are mostly behind her they are still not one hundred percent with her as yet due to years of being under the domination of the military junta and thus any misjudgment on her part could swing the whole country back into the military state.
Suk Yi is no Nelson Mandela nor is she Mahatma Gandhi as she was not ready to go the whole nine yards in facing the powerful and influential generals who still wields a strong hold over the nation; she has to compromise. She has to buy her time until the people are awakened enough to stand by her as a whole in facing what confronts her. If she had taken any stance against the tragedy of the Rohingya she would have jeopardized her position to make any changes in her short rule. Myanmar is a predominantly Buddhist country and as such the threat of the Muslim Rohingya is yet another factor that has to be contented with. Although Buddhism abhors the taking another life of a sentient being, the Burmese people were influenced by those in power to take matters into their own hands. The Rohingyas occupies the Rakine region where there is an abundance of natural resources to be exploited by the powers that be and this too is a contributing factor towards the carnage that had fallen over the Rohingya.
There are other factors that can be pointed out other than these major issues, however it is not right to blame the newly elected leader for not taking a more drastic action against these genocidal events. The people may be behind her but the military is still under control of the Generals any choice she had to stop the bloody mess would pitch the people against the military which means the death of innocent Burmese and dismantling of the hard worn democratic party. Stuck between the devil and the deep, time was all she had and time it seems is not on her side a she faces a worldwide condemnation for her lack of action. Her only recourse in justifying the fate of the Rohingyas is that it is the fight against terrorist and this is a lame excuse in the eyes of the world. Let us hope that she can redeem herself and her country at the International Court of Justice with a better reasoning for er sake and for the people of Myanmar. It is not just Suk Yi or the Burmese people that are being judged here but the fate of democracy itself is at stake.
#Mynamar, #Aung San Suk Yi, #International Court of Justice
Saturday, December 07, 2019
Why oh Why?!
I was staring into the blazing morning sun until it became a clear orb in my forehead like my third eye as alighted. When someone describe to you what they see as a blinding light when they meditate or at the point of dying, perhaps try this and you will feel for what they are trying to share. I do this as often as I can just to see if I could burn away the cataract build up in my eyes and save the costly amount to them operated on; I think it works as at my age i can still read and drive with no problem. If you wish to stare back at the sun, drop your sun glasses and stare into the light and absorb the light into your whole being especially your heart area,. Allow the warmth of the sun to penetrate throughout your entire being and thus the healing begins, as you allow the warmth of the sun to spread you can direct your attention to where you wish to heal, like your joint areas, or you spine, send energies in to your brain to turn on neurons and electrical charges, trust that this will happen and it will help to regenerate and revitalize your mind and body every time you do this; just don't over do it. I do this often but not every day, I do it when the sun is on the horizon and rising or setting and I notice that the setting sun has a more soothing effect than the intense morning sun. Does it burn away my cataract? God only knows, I never had my eyes tested except once and I was told I needed an eye operation of which I could not afford, so I stare at the sun to create my own laser beam and remove whatever is building up over my eyes.
If you sneeze allot in the morning it is cool and don't assume it is because you are coming down with a cold or flu. No it is good for your lungs as it forces you to breath or at least makes you conscious that you are breathing, forcefully perhaps but that's what PranayamaYoga tries to teach you in a more disciplined and perhaps safer way. What is important is to be aware every time you wake that you do a little breathing exercise just so you move your energy throughout you body after having laid on the bed for hours. Taking a few minutes to become conscious of your breath upon waking up helps you more than you know, it clears your head, your lungs, moves you energy in your lower abdomen and other extremities, it keeps you alive longer. Breath is the bridge between the here and the hereafter, the mundane and the Divine, life and physical death; as it is you should be concern that you're breathing properly for it is the most important aspect of life that you cannot afford to loose touch of. Always breath as though it is your last and you will live forever, don't take my word for it, try it.
As Gandhi wrote, 'Life is an experiment.' I agree and have been experimenting with my life at every turn I make, I dissect myself physically, mentally and spiritually everyday with every thought that is generated out of my head. It does gets tiresome and often rather dead boring, but it is worse when I am not. I have a very over active mind that would run riots in my head and likes to create the worse case scenarios out of the blue; it is a melodramatic mind that would shame Shakespeare. Some I feel like insanity is just around the corner for me and it has been a scary feeling over the years to be confronted the prospect of loosing my head through having an over active mind. Perhaps as a lyric in one of Pink Floyd's song said, "You reach for the secret too soon, You cry for the moon...shine on you Crazy Diamond!" When I first heard this song in Green Bay, Wisconsin, I cried to myself laying there on the floor of my Thai student buddy's living room floor with head phones on. It had hit me so hard the whole song that I simply cried myself to sleep; I was alone, I felt alone, I felt lonely.
I realized then that, yes I had reached for the secret too soon. I had been awakened to the realities and illusions of life at a very young age almost to the day i was born as a part of a twins and soon handed over to be adopted by my uncle, thus began my life living in dichotomy. The plot thickened as the years went and i was thrown into a life of living to please all those around me or face their retribution. I was raised from childhood both as a Buddhist as well as a Muslim for twelve years of my childhood life, to become one of the best student as an artist and tortured daily in my mathematics classes, are among the landscape of my psycho-infantile upbringing and it got worse as I moved into my teen years. I had to reach for the secret to life especially how to survive form becoming insane; I had to find the answers for myself, Who am I?
If you sneeze allot in the morning it is cool and don't assume it is because you are coming down with a cold or flu. No it is good for your lungs as it forces you to breath or at least makes you conscious that you are breathing, forcefully perhaps but that's what PranayamaYoga tries to teach you in a more disciplined and perhaps safer way. What is important is to be aware every time you wake that you do a little breathing exercise just so you move your energy throughout you body after having laid on the bed for hours. Taking a few minutes to become conscious of your breath upon waking up helps you more than you know, it clears your head, your lungs, moves you energy in your lower abdomen and other extremities, it keeps you alive longer. Breath is the bridge between the here and the hereafter, the mundane and the Divine, life and physical death; as it is you should be concern that you're breathing properly for it is the most important aspect of life that you cannot afford to loose touch of. Always breath as though it is your last and you will live forever, don't take my word for it, try it.
As Gandhi wrote, 'Life is an experiment.' I agree and have been experimenting with my life at every turn I make, I dissect myself physically, mentally and spiritually everyday with every thought that is generated out of my head. It does gets tiresome and often rather dead boring, but it is worse when I am not. I have a very over active mind that would run riots in my head and likes to create the worse case scenarios out of the blue; it is a melodramatic mind that would shame Shakespeare. Some I feel like insanity is just around the corner for me and it has been a scary feeling over the years to be confronted the prospect of loosing my head through having an over active mind. Perhaps as a lyric in one of Pink Floyd's song said, "You reach for the secret too soon, You cry for the moon...shine on you Crazy Diamond!" When I first heard this song in Green Bay, Wisconsin, I cried to myself laying there on the floor of my Thai student buddy's living room floor with head phones on. It had hit me so hard the whole song that I simply cried myself to sleep; I was alone, I felt alone, I felt lonely.
I realized then that, yes I had reached for the secret too soon. I had been awakened to the realities and illusions of life at a very young age almost to the day i was born as a part of a twins and soon handed over to be adopted by my uncle, thus began my life living in dichotomy. The plot thickened as the years went and i was thrown into a life of living to please all those around me or face their retribution. I was raised from childhood both as a Buddhist as well as a Muslim for twelve years of my childhood life, to become one of the best student as an artist and tortured daily in my mathematics classes, are among the landscape of my psycho-infantile upbringing and it got worse as I moved into my teen years. I had to reach for the secret to life especially how to survive form becoming insane; I had to find the answers for myself, Who am I?
Thursday, December 05, 2019
Gasho! Gratitude to All who had led me here.
After having spent numerous hours of my time listening to spiritual talks given by the Hindu Gurus, Tibetan Lamas, Zen Masters, Sufi Masters,modern day Science cum Spiritual Teachers and the list goes on, I have come to realize one thing, that they all points to one factor;Self Realization. Who am I or What am I? This realization has happened quite a long time ago for me, conscious or unconsciously. Like a broken record I never fail to keep repeating myself of this fact, but I never tire of feeding more information into my mind for more confirmation as to whether I am right or wrong or if I am on the right track or otherwise. I was woken up at 4 am. by my cat and decided to sit on my bed as I always do and again I arrive at the same conclusion as I always did, I just have to quit accumulating more knowledge and instead put it to practice more as my mind is a mind of an addict. I realize that whatever I do I tend to become extreme, enough is never enough, just like posting this Blog which is now numbering over 2300 posts thus far.
Although my original intention was to improve on my writing skills and be able to share my life experience, to date it has dominated a good part of my time like an addiction. I used to believe that to be real good at any endeavor one has to become addicted to it so much so that one cannot live without it like to coffee or cigarettes. Wisdom says that one has become attached to and is dependent upon one's addiction and hence it is time to break free from it. I tried, but to no avail and i am still writing and what is worse, I am affected by how many hits my posts receives every time I make a post. My ego has again taken control over what I have been trying to cultivate throughout my writings, which primarily is to remove the sense of egotistical tendencies. During my meditation or sittings I have watched how from so much ramblings that happens in my head I was able to bring the mind to silence, however out of the blue a thought would slip in and off i go on again rambling away. A word,a thought, a memory of something that had happened earlier, anything and I lose my solitude or silence to 'the monkey mind.' However I am happy to say that I am able to remove the discursive thoughts in a few minutes much faster than it used to be and the simple truth is by not entertaining them one way or another which is something I had learned while a student at the Zen Monastery. It may sound easy, it is not, as most who meditates would tell you. the egoic mind is more slippery than an eel.
I am eternally grateful to have been blessed with having found my salvation through the Zen school. I was definitely a lost soul before I entered the Zen monastery at Green Gulch Farm, in Marin County, County, California. I was at a cross road towards becoming totally lost or regaining my sanity and my fellow Zen students were most helpful despite the fact that I was more of a pain to them. Perhaps the All Mighty in all His infinite Compassion had set my course towards healing myself of all my negative traits through the simple practice of Sitting Meditation. Today I may not have totally cleansed myself of all my bad habits and my addictions, but I feel a whole lot better of who I am than I ever did before. I hope and pray that the same is true of all those who sat with me at 'The Farm' and my gratitude to all my Teachers who had pointed the Way for me. Gasho!
# Green Gulch Farm, # Sitting meditaiton, #Zazen,
"Bahari! Wake up! Stay Awake!"
Junpo Kelly, (My first Zen Teacher).
Although my original intention was to improve on my writing skills and be able to share my life experience, to date it has dominated a good part of my time like an addiction. I used to believe that to be real good at any endeavor one has to become addicted to it so much so that one cannot live without it like to coffee or cigarettes. Wisdom says that one has become attached to and is dependent upon one's addiction and hence it is time to break free from it. I tried, but to no avail and i am still writing and what is worse, I am affected by how many hits my posts receives every time I make a post. My ego has again taken control over what I have been trying to cultivate throughout my writings, which primarily is to remove the sense of egotistical tendencies. During my meditation or sittings I have watched how from so much ramblings that happens in my head I was able to bring the mind to silence, however out of the blue a thought would slip in and off i go on again rambling away. A word,a thought, a memory of something that had happened earlier, anything and I lose my solitude or silence to 'the monkey mind.' However I am happy to say that I am able to remove the discursive thoughts in a few minutes much faster than it used to be and the simple truth is by not entertaining them one way or another which is something I had learned while a student at the Zen Monastery. It may sound easy, it is not, as most who meditates would tell you. the egoic mind is more slippery than an eel.
I am eternally grateful to have been blessed with having found my salvation through the Zen school. I was definitely a lost soul before I entered the Zen monastery at Green Gulch Farm, in Marin County, County, California. I was at a cross road towards becoming totally lost or regaining my sanity and my fellow Zen students were most helpful despite the fact that I was more of a pain to them. Perhaps the All Mighty in all His infinite Compassion had set my course towards healing myself of all my negative traits through the simple practice of Sitting Meditation. Today I may not have totally cleansed myself of all my bad habits and my addictions, but I feel a whole lot better of who I am than I ever did before. I hope and pray that the same is true of all those who sat with me at 'The Farm' and my gratitude to all my Teachers who had pointed the Way for me. Gasho!
# Green Gulch Farm, # Sitting meditaiton, #Zazen,
"Bahari! Wake up! Stay Awake!"
Junpo Kelly, (My first Zen Teacher).
Wednesday, December 04, 2019
How well have you spent you the time of your life?
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| I cannot claim myself to be an artist in the normal sense of one who produces works of art like paintings and sculpture that sells for zillions of dollars at Art auctions, but I do not deny that i can or could have been one. But I am creative in more ways than one, I like to draw ans sketch wherever and whenever while at the same time I collect my thoughts as notes while this act is happening. I call them notes to myself. |
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| I enjoy fishing even if I do not catch any as it gives me time to relax and meditate on the horizon. I only fish when I get the chance to but do not make extra effort to really go fishing . Oddly enough I always feel guilty sticking a live worm or shrimp on to the hook, I feel the pain I cause to the bait and to the fish I caught. |
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| I enjoy playing the flute and the guitar but am not really good at either, just enough to entertain myself and others when the occasion presents itself. I try to master a song or two just for the moment when I am asked to play and I enjoy singing with it. |
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| I have often made it my effort to visit the rural areas where life is more physical and challenging. Meeting the local folks and getting to know their life and day to day activities. has always given me great pleasure and much to learn that books and videos does not convey. |
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| Working on my art has kept me from feeling bored or in need of something to do. I allows me to express myself while focusing my mind on the activity at hand. I feel sorry for those who are of retirement age and at a loss as to how to keep themselves busy. Most will take up gardening around their home, while others travels if they have the means and health to do so. The more fortunate ones are those who have taken on a hobby or two all along which can in their retirement days become more entertaining if not rewarding. |
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| Staring out into the wilderness and the hills, the lakes and the rivers, is another of my favorite past time and I try to make the effort to do this every chance I get. I would allow my mind to wander to the far distant shores and imagine myself walking among the bushes and smelling the landscape around me. The question, what it would be like will call out for me to venture to where my eyes can explore only from the distance. Even the white clouds above me becomes a scenario for my exploration. I like to feed my senses with the vast expanse of the nature around me. |
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| Planting rice seedlings into the muddy field is an experience that all those who eat rice daily. thus helps to remind one of how hard it is a job to grow the food and give us thoughts on why it is bad to waste food. |
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| Being able to revisit places that had been at one time or another my |
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| This was oe of my most special moments when I sat on this boat cleaning the fish that I had caught for dinner. A small group of us had been camping along the river for five days and it was located deep in the jungle. By looking at this picture I am reminded of all the exciting moments that took place while we were there. In essence all the pictures I have taken are reminders of events and episodes in time of my life; not easily forgotten. #sketching and drawing,# rice planting,# meditation |
Tuesday, December 03, 2019
What have you done with your Life?
It is often said by great minds and especially modern day human consciousness researchers that we should stop dwelling in the past and create the future. I agree, and if I do why do i keep postings the events that had happened in my past life? Am I dwelling gin my past experiences or am I attached to them that i cannot let go of them, like posting the sketches that I did some twenty of thirty years ago? Perhaps I am, but I have me reasons, my reasons were formulated when I decided when I first decided to keep an on going art/journal which has now culminated into this Blogging; my reasons were preconceived when I decided to embark upon this journey of self discovery. All the episodes, the dramas, the successes and failures that I have experienced , I have tried to keep a record of albeit in writing, paintings and sketches, or in pictures, I have kept an ongoing documentation that they had happened and I have kept a proof of these events in case I were to be asked to verify my claims. Have you really lived in the Aleutians, or have you really lived and practiced in a Zen Buddhist Monastery?
The other reason to this is that i wish to share a different approach or perspective as an artist for those who are looking for a meaningful approach to being an artist other than just painting in a studio and having numerous art shows and selling great art pieces. I set out to live life itself as an artist as I often call it- The Art of Living. I had graduated from the University of Wisconsin( Green Bay) with a self designed program that allowed me to leave the campus every smester and travel the world as an artist. This was how i started to keep an ongoing journal or sketchbooks that had I had encountered in my travels. These later continued into my life even when I was working at various jobs and moments that I was able to capture on my daily activities. I have tried to keep as many of these journals as i could even when I made my move from the United States to Japan and then back to Malaysia, however sadly enough a few were lost or misplaced along the transitions.
It was my intention from the beginning to try and keep a documentation of my progress or regress as I get older such that I may someday be able to make them as a reference in and when I decide to write my own autobiography. It is also my intention that my biography be illustrated with my own creative expressions through my ability to draw and paint. I enjoyed very much in taking pictures for as long as i can remember and with the introduction of the digital camera this became an even more exciting venue for me to capture moments and keep them on record. My Google+ archive had over one million hits at one time until I am no more able to excess this link for some odd reason, but i am used to loses like this and perhaps the link can be tracked down by those more savvy with the Internet than me. I am just as happy that this Blog itself has over half a million hits to date internationally and I hope that in some small way I am able to share with those who read my Blog an insight or two as to what I have shared. It is gratifying enough to learn that there are those who devoted a little of their time in following my postings.
We all wish to leave a footprint behind when we exit this life, mine is this legacy of having lived life according to my specifications and not being contained or controlled by others; this is the legacy I leave behind for my children. This Blogging is firmly contained in the Internet and it would not be easily erased for whatever reason, not in the near future and thus it is a part and parcel of one man's journey no matter how insignificant it may seem to some it may be a pleasant read for others. If my maker were to ask me, "what did you do with the life and talent that I had given you all those years?" I would simply tell Him to read my Blog.
The other reason to this is that i wish to share a different approach or perspective as an artist for those who are looking for a meaningful approach to being an artist other than just painting in a studio and having numerous art shows and selling great art pieces. I set out to live life itself as an artist as I often call it- The Art of Living. I had graduated from the University of Wisconsin( Green Bay) with a self designed program that allowed me to leave the campus every smester and travel the world as an artist. This was how i started to keep an ongoing journal or sketchbooks that had I had encountered in my travels. These later continued into my life even when I was working at various jobs and moments that I was able to capture on my daily activities. I have tried to keep as many of these journals as i could even when I made my move from the United States to Japan and then back to Malaysia, however sadly enough a few were lost or misplaced along the transitions.
It was my intention from the beginning to try and keep a documentation of my progress or regress as I get older such that I may someday be able to make them as a reference in and when I decide to write my own autobiography. It is also my intention that my biography be illustrated with my own creative expressions through my ability to draw and paint. I enjoyed very much in taking pictures for as long as i can remember and with the introduction of the digital camera this became an even more exciting venue for me to capture moments and keep them on record. My Google+ archive had over one million hits at one time until I am no more able to excess this link for some odd reason, but i am used to loses like this and perhaps the link can be tracked down by those more savvy with the Internet than me. I am just as happy that this Blog itself has over half a million hits to date internationally and I hope that in some small way I am able to share with those who read my Blog an insight or two as to what I have shared. It is gratifying enough to learn that there are those who devoted a little of their time in following my postings.
We all wish to leave a footprint behind when we exit this life, mine is this legacy of having lived life according to my specifications and not being contained or controlled by others; this is the legacy I leave behind for my children. This Blogging is firmly contained in the Internet and it would not be easily erased for whatever reason, not in the near future and thus it is a part and parcel of one man's journey no matter how insignificant it may seem to some it may be a pleasant read for others. If my maker were to ask me, "what did you do with the life and talent that I had given you all those years?" I would simply tell Him to read my Blog.
Monday, December 02, 2019
My Endless Doodles -2
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There a time when I needed to have a companion to provide check balance over all my thoughts and actions, lest I transgressed and commit myself to actions i could not retract or become a victim of my own errors and thus i created "The Bug" a small insignificant entity but yet carries a potent impact over me the thinker. I had created the "Zen Stick," even before i was familiar with the Ways of Zen .
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| 'The Bug' had always been there as Nemeses to the CB Buddha, the alter Ego that keeps reminding me of not gettig out of hand or thinking beyond what is my limitations. I created the Bug ALMOST THIRTY YEARS AGO! |
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| When things got way out of hand or i really loose my sense of perspective as to who I am and what my limitations were, the 'Bug' would remind me that the smallest of my manifestations can become my nightmare. This was how i checked my egotistical tendencies not to get carried away. |
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| 20 -30 years ago my mind was doing what it is doing today, it never really grew or matured, it is still asking questions and looking for answers. I am my own worse critique in this life. The bug is my way making things less tense. |
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| The 'Bug' was created as a yet another entity of my subconscious mind that every now and then materializes to make a statement of point out a weakness, or act as a catalyst for an on going issue affecting my self. It is a bug bugging. # doodling, #sketching |
My Endless doodles.
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| This quote, "It is easier to eat off your belly than off your back, " was uttered by 'Gus' and Native American of the Enuit Tribe or was t Tilinket? It was referred to the a discussion on how Sea Otters have their meals while floating on their backs and crushing the shells of the crabs or whatever else that needed the shells removed with a stone that the otters had. |
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| There are voices in my head and sometimes it was necessary to give them names, like the Cheeseburger Buddha , the Bug and so forth. This is so, by identifying them I get a better sense of who is saying what and for what purpose. |
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| I did this sketch while waiting at the Denver Airport Transit Lounge. For lack of anything else to do i tried to while my time away creating stories in my head while capturing the scene around me. |
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| I believe I was on my way to Green Bay, Wisconsin |
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| This sketch might have been from an ad I saw at the Airport, a Happening in Jackson, Mississippi. |
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