The Voice of Our Rainforest

How is it all okay?

http://amp.channelv.com/AkarUmbi

Here I was listening to a very old woman who died in 1999 singing about the forgotten forest songs and tales of the Temuan people. I could bet most of you don't even know who are the Temuan. You would know them as Orang Asli, the Indigenous People, a convenient group label to destroy the identities of individual ethnicities. Malaysians largely don't bother with them. And the Government continues to rob them of their lands and basic human rights.

Woe are they, truly. A friend told me he partook in a missionary trip to a native village long time ago, and felt sorry for them living in primitive ways. And told me bringing the news of Christ to them is not bad. And here was Minah Angong, affectionately called Mak Minah, singing to her death in despair about her culture's erosion.

It makes her songs the more heart-wrenching. She was a very warm and friendly woman. One immediately conjures up the vision of a good grandmotherly figure reading the obituaries and articles about her. I'm simply glad to have heard her songs. The silent and invisible were made vocal by Mak Minah.

Her songs are proofs of the existence of a belief system in the Temuan. Why are such wrongness made upon them by every level of Malaysian society? There are people who quickly assume they have no beliefs or notion of religion at all. Another friend answered that because they are not educated, thus unable to make decisions for themselves. Islam and Xtianity were forced upon them. Sometimes in the guise of economic and political deliverance from their socalled societal limbo. Could they not think they are happy as they are?

"No. They cannot make decisions for themselves," the educated nationalist would say. They are not expected to understand the concepts of economic policies, national development and Vision 2020. They are promised compensations but forcibly relocated for hydroelectric dams to be built and trees to be lumbered. Even though the last tribe relocated decades ago were not compensated yet.

Outright robbery in governmental levels. And they say crime is hard to fight when the criminals are only taking the highest as example.

Sounds of Bliss

So I've been tinkering my right-side bar so that you can read my blog while listening to a really, really nonintrusive, soul-soothing, evening song. But it won't play when I click play in my bar, but it works fine in its host website.

Sounds of Bliss

Anyways, I really like you to listen to it, because I actually have a soft copy of Bliss's album called Quiet Letters. And I'm telling you it's not the typical lounge music you hear everyday. It's way smoother than a harp-song.

I think most of us tired people would love listening to it after a day's work. If you need a duplicate of the album, you know how to get me. Click the link above in case the side bar doesn't work for you too. Then click any of the two tracks. They are the same song with the first track being the original. The second was changed in minor ways.

The Only Venomous Mammal

From Wikipedia.org:

Many portions of the Wonderland tales can be tied only to sheer whimsy, and while Carroll's life observations do make themselves obvious from time to time, it is possible that "The Walrus and the Carpenter" is not one of them: Carroll's character The Duchess said in Alice's Adventures in Wonderland that "everything's got a moral, if only you can find it".

Go to: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Walrus_and_the_Carpenter

So why is the platypus (which I think is a bundle of cuteness) the only venomous mammal?

Transformers Buffalaxed!

Go to: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MSsXlRytRDs

When It Washes

Red Falls by =jerryhazard on deviantART

This is an absolutely stunning piece of work! How accidents create art!

Good

Creative visualization. I've watched it in The Secret™, and I've read it in a book of that title by Shakti Gawain. It's a term that's been publicized for decades, and only today I truly understand and know what it can do for me.

I am a transformed man. I realized now I am a radiant being. :) And that there is always enough for all in the Universe. In that I am always grateful. In that spirit of gratitutde, I have now the spirit of generosity to give. I am feeling good, and I am good all the time. There is nothing better than being who I am right now at this point of moment in time.

I am calm. Life is effortless. I am the source of my own joy. I know that and I acknowledge that, and I am using that. I cannot be more perfect because I already am! Like attracts like. I am happy to be around people, and people are happy to be around me. There is no better time, no better place to do this but now and here. I love myself and I love you all.

I am a radiant being. I have the spring of inspiration and creativity in me. And I have the power to execute all my inspirations effortlessly. I have it. I have the job I want all along. I am now using my skill of drawing and art to bring this message of love and light and abundance to all who look at them. That is all that matters. To carry this joy and lamp of warmth into all the hearts I touch with my heart. I'm gonna bring that fire to you all!

All I said is true. And this is already benefitting all. *hugs*

Isis + Anubis

Recently, like some months back, I've been using the name of Isis since I bought this magical tome from Borders, KL: http://www.hermeticfellowship.org/Iseum/The_Book.html

I'm largely attracted to Her, firstly, due to my boyfriend's usage of Her Name in some of his more important magical workings (so it could have been subconsciously imbued into my mind / in case u asked, my bf and I each pursue different spiritual paths and only linked romantically), and then it was Her image as the Motherly Lady in White.

A bit of digression here, so please indulge me. I love my Grandma and my Mother a lot, but we, being mere mortals, are subject to human misgivings and feelings of guilt and disappointment. To save you from the dreary storytelling of my love-hate relationships with my mortal maternal figures, I believe my attraction to the Lady Isis is due to a subconscious abstraction of the perfect motherly love.

Anyways, I've been burying my head in Isis Magic from time to time, as it is a substantial peace of literature. The book is largely appealling to the female demography of readers, but the author did try to make the male readers feel part of the "women's club". I think it becomes a bad thing anyways if a book has to "try" to make different segments of the demography to feel accepted "anyways" and "by the ways".

Apart from that, the book dedicated several introductory chapters to the history of Isiac worship. And then the rest of the book is rituals and spells, and a glossary of epithets to Isis.

Alrite, back to my Isiac experience. As I've said before, I've used Her Name in several occasions. During a particular night of attempt to sleep after a day in office, I found myself asking Her to soothe my body aching all over from the daily stress and my soul tired from the daily passion-numbing experience of working in an assembly-line of the animation studio. I envisioned the Mother Isis radiating beams of healing white light all over me, and then I slept like a baby, waking up feeling recharged. The first thing I did after waking up is saying a prayer of gratitude to Her.

In another occasion, as I was about to peak fucking my boyfriend, I impulsively thought of Her Name. Guess what? It was the most amazing orgasm I ever had! Of course, it would be most prolly due to reading a paragraph about Isis as the goddess of sexuality and the passions. Hey, according to the book, a Roman emperor actually tried to ban Isiac worship because of its "pornographic elements", but the religion expanded anyways throughout Europe in PreChristian era.

It might not appear magical to people who watch Charmed, Harry Potter and Supernatural, but magic is actually very much part of our daily lives, and it could be used to uplift us in every second if we choose to.

Isiac magic is prolly a ritualistic endeavor, the book says, but I cannot believe that the Lady Isis could only be honored in one way as She is the Goddess of Ten Thousand Names. Besides, I am not the type of person who memorize the multiplication table, and I am an artist, forgoddesssake!

However, I've been told the Name of Isis, if used, must be compensated. Tit for tat, eh? Remember to provide a sacrifice of white roses, lilies or lotus should you use Her Name. That's all She asked.

About Anubis. It seems to be like a phase. Anubis is my current attraction. I really wonder how my mind works, but as an artist, I tend to accept my impulsiveness more gladly. Or maybe it's my subconsciousness. I believe all our conscious actions and thoughts are issued and sponsored by our subconscious one. Yes, I read and love Jung and his works.

So, Anubis. I gotta admit, my attraction to the Jackal-Headed One is largely artistic and sexual. Somehow I found that a jetblackskinned jackalheaded god is so tantalizing. And that dark and indifferent aura He eminates as an Underworld deity. Who doesn't love a bad boy, eh?

Anyways, I like to rationalize the dual attraction. Anubis is said to be Isis's foster-son, but there are so many versions out there, I don't care to recount it all here, so you might want to google for them. But I am largely in love with the version in which Isis loved Anubis as Her own flesh and blood even though he was the offspring of Her Husband with a different goddess. This says a lot about the character of Isis as a great woman, not just a goddess. This doubly rises my affection and devotion to the Lady Isis for her compassion, unconditional love and selflessness.