SRI LOVELY - part 2 - From a humble Beginning - 2012

 

Tuan Haji Marzuki was one of those responsible in the setting up of the SRI LOVELY organic farm and through him much of the Government assistance towards the project was procured. He was a very religious man and his Prescence was very stabilizing and highly spiritually charged. This spiritual energy was needed in order to tame the place from it being in a wild untamed environment.   

Kapten Zakaria Amantasha is still the stalwart director of the SRI LOVELY project whose organizational skills and leadership has kept the project alive and flourishing till this date. The Captain who actually was at time a Major in the Malaysian Arm Forces and held the rank of Battalion Commander leading the United Nations Security Forces in Kosovo during the Serbian conflict. He is a man of unique intelligence and determination, an undoubted leader in whatever he chose to undertake. 

When i first arrived at the farm sometime in 2012, there were small huts scattered around build out of mostly bamboo and atap roof and most were in poor state of disrepair and unoccupied except for those used by the local workers who were mostly from the nearby village of Belantik. 

Today more upgraded chalets have replaced these older huts and the facility has seen much growth and improvement making it more safer and comfortable for those who visit the place from foreign countries. However the rustic and living at the edge of the Malaysian forest charm still can be experienced from the moment one wakes up to the sound of gibbons high up in the tall chengal trees and a cacophony birds singing from all around you. It is still a welcome change for those who are looking to experience a rustic life in this modern age.  

Here one is also able to share an authentic Malay culture in the form of food and attend a wedding or two if one is lucky. 

However the main attraction to this facility is being involved in the process of growing the organic rice which is the primary intention of the farm. Learn how rice is grown from a single seedling to become a large clump of rice. 

Learn how to become acquainted with getting one's body and mind soaked into the mud while toiling under the noonday sun.

The Kapten and his wife are till this day still playing the roll of parents to all the young visitors sharing their love and understanding while making any visitor feel at home.

In the evening one can enjoy sharing experiences of travels and of one's home country with fellow visitors and volunteers.

When it gets too hot a dip in the nearby river will guarantee to cool you down

There is so much lessons to be learned and the 'Kapten' is without doubt a man full of knowledge about not only how to grow organic rice but about life itself.

A Trip Long Overdue - SRI LOVELY - Part 1

 

SRI LOVELY the organic farm for many years now since its inception in 2010 has gone International with younger generations of visitors visiting the farm to have a feel for the rustic way of Malaysian farming life especially in the growing of rice. My friend ben Ronjen and I visited the farm and slept overnight where it rained heavily almost all night long giving us the opportunity to enjoy sleeping and meditating to the sound of rain tapping on the zinc roof over our heads.  I woke up a few times throughout the night and sat absorbing the energy of the whole highly charged environment of the surrounding rural area at the foot of the hills at the small village of Kampung Lintang. My first visit to this place was in 2012 and had fallen in love with the place ever since. 

They brought their country flags along with them making the place look like and international convention hall in the forest. 

Sri Lovely or Lintang organic Valley is located about two hours drive from Georgetown, Penang, it is located in the Belantik, Sik area of the State of Kedah, It consists of over 30 acres of land which is predominantly made up of rice patches. The whole area was abandoned by the locals who owned the patches of rice field and later the whole area was brought under one corporation to produce organic rice. Since 2012 I made many visits to the farm just to keep in touch and see what or how it was doing and on this last visit i am very impressed by its growth and development.

In the spirit of healing and fostering, Sri Lovely draws the younger generation from all over seeking to find a peaceful environment to be in tune with nature and to find solace in the midst of a very busy and hectic world.

Local universities and colleges send their students to do practical studies in rice farming and the discipline of being a farmer. So, what's the definition of a 'Farmer'? He is the man 'outstanding in his field! I got this joke from a Polack by the name of Eugene in Green Bay, Wisconsin while were walking to a Packer Game at Lambeau Field sometime in 1975?

Weeding is one of the most crucial activity while the baby plants are growing in the wet soil and it is a very tedious work that has to be done. From the spiritual perspective, I see it as a very good meditation practice in more than one way.

I have known these two young men since 2012 and earned their respect ever  since and now they got to meet Ben the wandering Australian. Jai, wearing the NAVY T' Shirt is now married to a Japanese lady and she is happily adapting to the culture and religion of the locals.  

The Kapten, the man who set it all up and running from the beginning having a deep exchange of ideas with my buddy Ben; meeting of diverse minds. 

 

The End of the Olympics in France - no comments.

 

                                          Bird's eye view of the starting line for four birds of the Apocalypse. The starting line.

The Olympics in France, the genocide in Gaza, the The cry for a 'Third World War is becoming louder and more distinct as humanity is sucked into the whirlpool of self destruction and mayhem. It seems like we are becoming spiritually dead. Religion is being put to the test and the depredation of the Planet is becoming pandemic and the end is in the making. Sad seriously sad but what can be done it is like the fulfilment of a prophecy, that all that has a beginning must have an end. There is no one to point the finger at nor does it matters anymore who is right or who is wrong, we simply have our roles to play, being who we are or what we were destined to be in the course of time. I created my story a long time ago and have been repeating myself like an addict who can never stop at his habit. My stories are more and more ,My Story, How and why I got here or whare I am at, I am stuck in this 'Rat race' just like everyone else and have been trying to skip my way out of this rut so the album can continue on to finish the tune; I, like everyone else am sleep walking my way to my grave and in my case telling my story as I march along, like trying to justify the whys and how of my sorry existence. I am stuck in a karmic rut and I will have to keep telling my stories straight until it is. perhaps having right understanding of who I am will make it easy to erase my karma and become free from the rut to play on.

This array of seashells enclosed in a cabinet in my eldest brother['s living room are more than 50 years old some of them and they were the combine effort of three siblings who dived for these shells along the islands off the coast of Terengganu in the South China Sea. My eldest brother, my twin brother and I spent almost every weekend diving or snorkeling except during the Monsoon season. As teenagers, my twin brother and I were very fortunate to have been taken under the wings of a high ranking government official, a District Officer through whose authority we were able to visit many places all over the state and treated with respect by the kampung folks. This included visiting the islands off the Terengganu coast, Through being mentored by such individuals while in our teenage years my twin and I had a head start in growing into adulthood. Our benefactor later went on to become the personal adviser to the Sultan of Terengganu; his name was Dato' Ariffin Zakaria.

Your Guru does not to be a Rishi or Roshi, he just needs to be someone who is older more mature and well rounded individual who take some interest in your well being. If you are alert, aware and receptive towards what was being taught, instructed, expressed, insinuated, pointed, if you were present in the moment than you have found your Guru, your Teacher and he has found you a student he can transmit his ways to. In life I have had many such great 'Gurus,' #guru #siuthchinasea #monsoon #terengganu

 In this world there will always be beauty and ugliness and it is all upon how one perceives it to be or one can make it to be so. I hate to admit that we are on the road to the end of our human history and albeit physical or spiritual we are never ready to face what lies beyond when we die. It is my hope that i will remain true to seeking the truth as to who i truly am and what my role has been or will be here and the hereafter. I have lived a fulfilling life from the fifties till this date and as such have been witness to some major shifts and changes that the world and humanity has gone through. Those who are not too happy with the status quo will beat the drums of war and gain from the misery of others while those that have seen the light and awakened to reality as is are looking deeper into their own souls for salvation and redemption. The Planet is evolving towards its own demise and in the process it is my hope that a new beginning will arise in the horizon. As the suffering in Gaza continues the Olympics in France has come to an end.  #gaza #france #olympics

Looking back at the best and the worse of times...Happy Birthday to Me...The Dying Ego.

 

There is enough thought formations, projections, dreams and imaginations that I am feeding myself from the YouTube and the rest of the Internet aps. that I do not feel my own thoughts anymore, what or who am I? How did I got into this mess? After 75 years of living and breathing i am still at a lost as to what i am talking about, All I have come to know on this day of my Birthdate is that I am still like a lost child feeling scared of what lies ahead and not know where to escape; karma is chasing me like a shadow. One slip of my emotion or my lapse in consciousness and I am liable to find myself in a sinkhole that just appeared beneath me. I am walking on thin ice and slippery slopes, and I am like a rogue elephant rampaging through the same forest year in year out for the past 75 years, and what glorious years some of it were. It is my Birthday today and there were two of us struggling to leave our mother's womb first and I must have gave in as my twin Brother beat it to me and thus I was born number seven, the youngest in the family. 

                 The Captain had  the nasty habit of scratching his nuts in public, rumor had it.

  I attended Francis Light primary School from standard one to six and hated most my time in school but it was also a time of immense challenge for me to have to make many choices and to begin with I was adopted at birth and was raised twelve years of my life as a Buddhist. I attended the Pali classes every weekend of those years at the Mahindrama Buddhist Temple here in Georgetown located off Air Itam road at Kampar Road. This is one of the oldest Hinayana Buddhist Sri Lankan Temple in South East Asia. My grand father was commissioned to paint the inner and outer facade of the temple walls and ceilings depicting the life of Shakyamuni Buddha. In the main hall lies a twenty feet long Sleeping Buddha looked down upon by the Sitting Buddha equally huge, at least for me when I was four of vie years old. I sat there mesmerized by it all and yet i overcome the childish fears by reminding myself that my grandfather had a hand in creating this illusion, I felt at home after a while just as i felt at home sitting in the mosque back then.

The burnt pages of the Quran was what was left after a fire broke out in Mama's apartment.

 When I look at this picture i took at the fire site of my cousin sister's apartment in KL, it reminds me not to be too sure of of myself when it comes to trying to unravel the mysteries of life if not existence itself, for even the words of God is not safe from destruction if and when it was time. My cousin has passed away and may she find peace, Insha'Allah and we called her Non  short from Norliah. What I am reminded of is, "The Impermanence," of it all, one of the causes of suffering as the Buddha taught. Most of us live in denial of this fact assuming that we live forever if we can attain to the level of an Atma Brahman, the Infinite Complete and perfect embodiment of a Spiritual Being.; we are not and far from it we are living in pure ignorance and accepting our fate as though it belongs to us; we are dream walkers a very few of us are awaken in one cycle of our existence, this why a truly awakened Buddha is a rare specie these day and age.

 A Piece I did while living in Dubai. It was for a friend's living room and consisted of twelve? small  canvasses hung together from the ceiling. The use of small canvasses was to make it easy for the owner to take it with him when he moves. I thought it was a clever idea back then as most of the people I knew in Dubai were Pilots and they moved around more so than most and they had money to splurge.

                                            Oh Well what can I say! Every dog has its day?

Over the seventy five years there were times when the life of pain and suffering seemed just another illusion, there is no pain nor pleasure as there is only pain or pleasure, you are it. If you can dwell in both pain and pleasure in a single moment, you are free from pain and pleasure, this is how you turn and transform your karma from negative into positive from minus into plus. Karma has its claws in you when you are attached to your thoughts and ideas dreams and fantasies to be real. This is known among the awakened as creating karma to remove karma. If you have lost me, don't worry i am not sure of what I am trying to understand here myself. This is what happens when I need to empty the cache of accumulated irrelevant mental formations, I am an addict to information good and bad and I spend hours watching You Tube and Facebook while listening to Maher Zain sing about the Al Quran. 

It is my birthday after all why not? I can dream if I want to and I can project what I want to and when I want to...I feel i have earned the rites of passage somewhere along the road of my life. "Insha'Allah, Insha'Allah, Insha'Allah... I will find my Way... " to the tune of Maher Zain's song.

                           A family that watched the Hockey game together ...Happy Birthday Dad!

Rambling over the past - In relation to the present.

 

The Lion's Gate Portal is happening and it is a matter of how far or how near one is from a deep understanding of what is being revealed here. I what is announced is absolutely accurate then the event that is transpiring today at different stages to different locations of the Planet is indeed a moment to revitalize, rejuvenate and recuperate this form I am in. For a moment staring at the rising sun as I always do, I noticed an extra intense brightness of the Sun like it was lit up from behind by a brighter source of light. I was conscious of this because I felt happy and not afraid if i would loose my sights for staring into this intense brightness for a split second and it was gone...the pigeons were my witness as always. It was later that i stumbled upon the YouTube Video on The Lion's Gate Portal and event that is happening in the cosmos at present and it is an alignment of three planets The Sun, The Earth and Serious the Brightest Sun in the Galaxies. Watch the Video better than me trying to explain, but the crucial thing is to be aware at this moment in time while it is purported to be happening in time, is a giant step towards self liberation. Towards the removal of all baggage's and burden one load on the shoulders, from sleep walking like a lifeless zombie looking for food from within garbage cans, to be liberated from the tedium of doing something over and over for no apparent reason, to be awakened from the sleep of ignorance, from the being a servant to Fear and Lust, from becoming blind inwards and outwards having no faith left in the Mercy of the Greater Self; Who Is Present Here in This Moment?

The celestial event will last through the 8th. to the 12th. of August  which happens to be my Birthday, how awesome is that? It will an interesting birthday for me this year as I pass the 3/4 Century mark of a man's age; I am getting old, no doubt about it and i can feel it telling me all over my body. Age is not just a number, its a number with a vengeance!. Now I know that getting old sucks, what am i to do?

Remember Nino Soprano the pianist at the Lobby of the Saint Peter's or was it St Paul's Hotel where i stayed  when I was in Rome. How old was Nino then? Did he think that growing sucks? He seemed ok by me doing what he loves doing and getting highly paid for it. I am proud of the fact that i was able to buy him a drink and chat with him at the bar. I try not to think too much about ageing however i am acutely in touch with my inner and outer motions and emotions. It is like saying I am spiritual not as much religious by virtue. I love this world and there is no doubt in my mind that i will miss it when I am dead and gone. It may be an illusion, a realm of Maya where all is impermanent and nothing is real, I still feel an attachment to it for it has been a rich experience for me being alive in this world. #ninosoprano #stpeter #maya

When I stood on the main street of the ruins of Pompei I have no feeling good or bad whatsoever, I felt just by being there it has touched my soul this ancient city demolished by the wrath of a volcano that shed six feet thick of ashes covering anything and everything. #pompei #  

I have stood in the hall of the Pantheon in Rome I felt the touch of Western History. #pantheon

Here's Mr. Lawrence Loh, Penang's famous Architect and his son who was about to perform the Kavadhi ceremony and I stumbled into them one day at the Lorong Kulit, also known as Rope Walk where you can buy and sell anything and everything under the sun. This was chosen as the beginning point of the Kavadhi procession. This is where the devotees involved gets pierced and skewered with rods and hooks all over their body parts and then pull a chariot like cart with the Divine Deity by ropes attached to hooked which in turn are attached through the flesh on the backs of the devotee. Awakening pure consciousness through self mortification, through pure pain.  

I was just a witness to this annual event and have attended quite a few since my childhood days. Sometime in 1981-2 I returned to Malaysia to do my final semester program which involved travelling to a location of my choice and I chose to do it in my own country and I was and am glad I did. On one of the occasions I was able to record my own Uncle Ranjan who passed away recently perform the ceremony. So I had the first class seat at taking pictures and proceeded to follow his journey all the way up the one thousand steps Hilltop Temple of Lord Subrmaniam near the Botanical Gardens which  is about six kilometers away. #subramaniam

Some do their Penance while others to simply show a token of gratefulness for the boon received; thank You Lord for the Grace you have showered on me. 

If one Google or check the Internet on the subject of Thaipusam, or Khavadi, you might find some interesting stories written on the subject I do not intend to go any deeper like who is Lord Subramaniam and so forth cause I am positive i have posted this story in the past. 

#thaipusam #lordsubramaniam #Penang

 

Then there were days spent creatively like teaching Art to a bunch of school kids and keeping myself busy making my own artworks. I cannot remember whatever happened to this particular painting, where it is or who got it. It was worth making it while it lasted. I spent hours in the rear end of the Museum Galleri Tuanku Fauziah at USM. I spent a few years of my life hanging out at the Museum but was never officially employed or paid for anything that i did. Which was ok as I enjoyed doing what i was doing and achieved my intention of having a solo exhibition or two without costing me arm and leg while at it.

#galerituankufauziah #usm #museum.

This was a major piece I did while hiding in the rear end of the Museum and it is now the collection of the Museum. I donated quite a few pieces of my works to the Museum when I was working ad hoc as a residence artist and made a few great friends in the process. 

teaching Art was fun for me but i would never make it my career, for one reason , I hate giving grades to students for their efforts. I am not disciplined when it comes to keeping records and evaluating artworks; this is my bad. However I enjoyed teaching every chance i had.

I learned that as I was teaching i was also learning about what I was teaching and once it got underway I am just creating my art in front of a bunch of students and I knew that they were enjoying watching me.

When I teach I made it an effort to not categorize the group of students I was teaching, albeit predominantly Chinese, Malays or Indians, a bunch of rich kids from the International School or a group of Malay girls that came from across the channel, the Mainland, on a school trip.  

So - on we go...into what is Fear"

 

Taking the road to nowhere  ended up in the foothills of Kampung Lintang, about three Kilometers from the main road of the Belantik, and Sik in Kedah. The Malaysian rice bowl.  "It's a Long long Roadd...from which there is no return.. that leads us to where who knows where?"  It took about two hours to drive from Georgetown to Lintang depending on who is driving off course. It's worth it if you are looking to take a break from the humdrum and hussle and bussle of the City life.. if you feel like some natural chilling out... the drive is more than worth it.

Simply put the location on your, SRI LOVELY on the GPS and have some food and beverages in the trunk and before you know it, it is the Farm. It is not the Green Gulch Farm but it had the same energy that drew my attention and kept me there for two months instead of two days as intended. 

I needed to understand what 'Fear' was, was one of my main intention of making this trip with the Kancil. I spent my first two nights camping by the Empangan Muda or the Muda Dam located at a small town of Gubir, a few Kilometers from Kota Aur and next door to the Pedu Dam. 

What happened on the two nights of my stay by the Dam which was over flowing was what horror stories are written from, that and pure ignorance I fled the place with three fingers swollen from the hot wax that i had dipped them into upon waking up at midnight and I even checked my watch on this while in the car, it was exactly midnight. I must havr written this earlier in my Blog, however the gist of the matter was that i spent two nights alone at the edge of the overflowing Muda Dam and was given a first class experience of what fear was!

I had pitched my tent inside a hut that stood a feet below the water level my car was parked a feet from the hut with its front wheels already in the water and I was left alone with no one in the whole area. I learned this only after i have decided to camp there, that everyone left after dark, back to their homes. I was left alone in Gubir and they said a young Chinese girl had died while staying at the guest house located on the other end of the road from where i was. The first night I kept hearing footsteps walking around my tent and followed a rasping scratching sound across the canvass of my tent. It was spooky and I was scared shitless, but i stepped out of the tent and investigated, nothing. After a few times I decided to shout it out! "I am tired! I need to sleep so, fuck you do what you will cause i don't give a shit!" I fell asleep till the sunrise.

On the second night i woke up with the feeling of being burnt alive in my tent which had caught on fire in the inside from the floor. As i sat upright immediately i placed the palm of my right hand into a hot liquid wax that was burning on the floor right next to my feet I was hocked and noticed a large bottle of water by the door and grabbed it and showered the flames. Then I spring on my feet out of the tent anf into the car! Looking at my watch like someone asked me to, I noticed the time to exactly midnight and I can never forget the feeling...what next? Fear! It was a very painful experience it was also an initiation into what fear was club. Fear of the unknown fear of being alone, fear of having no return trip, fear of not knowing what is true and what is not, fear of telling lies to one self and of giving greater hope to the soul when there is none .Fear! Fear of abandoning all hope at the Gates of Hell! Fear; who is afraid?

It was the primeval calling of the small kampung located on the slopes of the hills at the edge of the forest, the calling touched my soul and I felt I was called to service. Here was place that was in need of a helping hand, some gung-ho muscles and zen-like approach, what could go wrong? I always begin my work with 'House Keeping', I earned the Respect and dedication of my peers at the H&H Ship Services in San Francisco for six years as "The Yard Boss" through 'Good Housekeeping'.

or officially the Yard Superintendent answerable only to the President of the Company for six years and it was through being a "House Keeper" and the Devil is still in the details, you just have to have interest in such trivia that you might get the gift of the story. If not don't worry stay cool and stay calm and make believe that is is all not happening ...I started cleaning up the place. I cut and I weed and i burn day and night while my three fingers hurt like a SOB! Nha! call it what you like i was out of my mind or I was not all together there while i was putting myself through these situations like I was a Paranormal Investigator of sort with my own stories to tell on  my own Podcast on YouTube some day! Why not, I can dream can't I?" If you find my dream is boring you can always wake up.  

Gaining the trust and respect of  strangers especially when your presence was in question, this is where one practice self giving rather than self serving, practice to not be intimidated by negativity and it is one of the reasons of your presence to deal with..."I want Harmony in the Yard!" Bill Harris Senior looked at me in the eyes and spoke and I told him, "You make me the Yard Boss I will give you Peace and Harmony in the Yard and then Some and I did. 

The Captain and His Family.

Those who answered the call to making it happen for the Farm.

                                        It is always good to remember of our humble beginning. This was the original kitchen and dining place.

And we learned by trials and errors to make it happen through the best of possible ways, through blood, sweat and tears, through mud and rain, The whole Lintang Valley became 'a field of dreams' for all those who came to the place through chance or preordained, SRI LOVELY is no bout in my book, a Highly charged healing place... and purely organic. #srilovely

You just build it Capt. they will come... and they came and kept coming from all over the world.

Sukardi was the Capt's right hand man and they used to serve in the same regiment with the Capt. being a Major. There was a love hate relationship between the two and i felt it but there was also a deep sense of respect between an officer and his subordinate. Sukardi was always out there tilling the land deep in mud and sweat. We became very good friends. 

What is truly on my mind..beyond the Justifications... Beyond thoughts and consciousness ...Beyond the concept of the Word Beyond.

 And i am back to seek, seek ,seeking for more new and utterly absurd thoughts and ideas just to fill up this garbage bag that is insatiable, with a bottomless pit when it involved thinking. The " i think therefore I am", has taken a full grasp upon its meaning that man is a victim of his thinking mind, a preconditioned/ preconceived thoughts that monopolizes his daily actions and activities while in this cycle of life and death and perhaps for some, rebirth, incarnation and what not. Along comes the Mystique Guru and he declares echoing the ancient Gurus and Rishis, "I am not the Mind nor am I the body!"  Who am I? How am I attached to these parts of me that is not really me. What have I to give up or let go in order to qualify as a potential candidate for the next round of becoming the Awakened One, Yes, like the Buddha? How do I abandon my shadow, my negative energy, my ego and take the step to transcend what is without any thought involved? How do I stop thinking? Why do I need to, {stop thinking!}I cannot even if i want to, do I want to? What for? Who am I trying to prove myself to? I justify so much that I am not even convince of my justifications anymore. How I mend this broken heart this lonely soul this confused and splintered soul? Nah I have yet many miles to walk and many more bridges yet to burn behind me before I will come close to cleansing myself well enough to become a candidate for the next enlightenment award. I have made glimpses into what it can be through stumbling upon insights when I sit and quiet my mind long enough, I do get lightning flashes of wisdom, that is beyond wisdom, no sense in tryin to share these as words will never do justice in trying to the recapture the water that went under the bridge or step into the same river twice, no words can only muddle like I am muddling at the present moment if you are truly following me and my ramblings. Nah! Somethings are best left unsaid even if it is what matters most in my effort at justifying my stance, my so called Dharma Position. 

What is truly bothering me, like weighing me down mentally and spiritually is wondering what have become of my son, Timo. Insha'Allah I have faith that he is doing well for himself and if not he knows he is always welcome here, even if it is just to lick your wounds or heal your wearied mind. I am still alive and is still with a healthy mind.

What is the sense of sharing if the one you most love does not hear a word you say and it is sad to not be able to touch base simply just a word of, hey there! I miss my son, no doubt about it. 

Yes this has been what is bothering me deep inside and I keep shaking it off with other stories like what nonsense i just wrote at the introduction. If i am capable of I would try to get him here along with his eldest brother for a family fathering perhaps the final for me.

His two siblings the younger brother and sister definitely misses him, I know this for sure.

The curry will pour on to the rice is a Malay saying where else would the curry fall on to? The Rice! Oh well what I am trying to say is that among al my four children Timo Fine Arts Talent if I may say like his Dad. He is a multitalented musician and artist and he is sharp and smart! As a father I am happy and proud to have him as a part of who I am.

You are Killing my Ego!

  If you are not ready to die, you better start living...

Humanity's darker nature is looming again in the horizon and Crimson Skies everywhere, collective negative energies are being utilized left and right to bring about destruction and chaos and God has nothing to do with it! Settle your own issues and make it right this time for a third world war is never going to go down well in the history of mankind if there be anymore history to write about. Mankind is glutton for retribution and he is hungry for pain, man will never free himself from himself because he doe not have the will to do so. The will to shout it out that Enough! Is Enough! I have had it with this self mortification crap that mankind is initiating one upon another in the effort to be the Right Man, having the Right Way and the only way to the Source of Creation... and for this I am willing to commit Genocide if need be! I Am the Dark, That I Am! As God is closer to you than your jugular vein. I am even closer; and you hardly know me for you have been trying your best not to notice me and what I am capable of! You have in your darkest moments taken me for granted and initiate all you want to the finbal destruction of this Planet this realm of existence, this Loka, know that you will have to confront me, come through me to get to your final destination: are you prepared to take that chance of loosing it all to nothing, emptiness devoid of essence... are you ready to feel what is true pain and suffering for your blatant display of arrogance and you vicious nature of predator motivated only to kill, you will collectively come into my domain and be embraced by True Darkness... and Pure Evil!; I am That I Am. It is best to get to know and understand me your Shadow, your Ego...your nafs!

And the Prophet of Allah, {pbuh} said, " There is a greater Jihad that you will have to face and it is within you." 

"You see yourself small and insignificant, yet within you is a Universe far greater than you can imagine." The sone in law of the Prophet, {pbuh}Sydina Ali,{ra} reminded Man of his spiritual stature. 

When is enough truly Enough? Why it all has end in a catastrophe of annihilation, what would be enough to keep this total self destruction from happening? Have you ever listened to Estas Tonnes,...Introspection? Music has the quality of carrying you away you are stuck in one dimension and stand to repeat oneself over and over again with questions, unanswerable questions. The obsessive tendencies of needing, craving for, wanting, humanity has lost humility and is trapped in his own delusions of grandiose and self serving. The collective Human Desire today is for an end to this Episode of Life as we know it and if possible replace with a choice of our own. Creating an Illusion to remove and Illusion.... creating karma to destroy Karma; what a vicious circle we live in! I am still lost in Estas Tonnes's fluid guitar notes full bodied and moving iv waves of my consciousness, this too shall pass...and it is in silence that one can hear God. The Divine that is all around, within and without and you seize to exist in the Divine Presence your form becomes emptiness, no eyes , no ears and so forth... and you are gone! gone with the concept of what the word gone is...Amen! I am no more! Only the Divine is Ma'alWujud! Only Allah! You cannot be if Allah is to be One.; this is Fana'.Complete Liberation. This the death of the conditioned self of the Ego {construct}. Only by the death of the Ego can man become his true Nature; Jivan Mukhta the Enlightened One, Al insan Kamil, The Anointed One, The Chosen One, The Son. ##estastonnes #fana #alinsankamil #karma thechosenone

Man was not created for reason less then this! Man is supreme in nature and is the Keeper of the Faith. The First man Adam [Ais} was given the faculty of the full knowledge of this Universe He can name all that can be named. We the children of Adam has this gift within us but chose to bury it under layers of ignorance and blindness, the light that once was is now buried deeply under the debris of our self ignorance. What good is all this if one cannot do a darn thing about the murder and carnage that is happening all over the Planet all in the name of humanity? Man was put on this Planet to become its caretaker, to become its Kaliph, to care and protect its well being and to make sure that Harmony and Happiness prevails like it was in the Garden. We have betrayed this covenant with God we have just about turn His Creation into a shit pile. In this our spiritual story, the Devil is not only in the detail He is the Detail. He is the Shadow, the darker nature of the human spirit, the Dark side of the Moon. #adam #kaliph #creation

"Money! It's a Drag..." Pink Floyd.

"The God that you worship is beneath your feet!" The Sheikh Muhyiddin Ibn. Arabi remarked.

"He asked: "When will the Hour be?' He said: 'The one who is being asked about it does not know more than the one who is asking.' He asked: 'Then what are its signs?' he said: 'When the slave woman gives birth to her mistress' (Waki' said: This means when non-Arabs will give birth to Arabs") 'and when you see barefoot, naked, destitute shepherds competing in constructing tall buildings.' The Prophet (ﷺ) met me three days later and asked me: 'Do you know who that man was? I said" 'Allah and his Messenger know best.' He said: 'That was Jibril, who came to you to teach you your religion.'" - SUNNAH.Com. #allah #jibril #sunnah