AainaA wishes you, she, them, they, he, your cat, his dog, their bankers, and politicians, a warm reflective Christmas, Eid Adha… and a joyous, less-brainwashed 2009. To all the Saints, and Sinners, let 2009 bring fireworks in your lives… maybe by June things will crescendo for all. Either way, the Dharma turns like breath, the dance the World revolves, as the Sun and Moon… and planet Mars for those who are awestruck… in an hourglass awaiting…
Berishonah…It is the second third of December two thousand, and eight – its time to recap what had happened just for the sake of digitizing the slates with the hope that one day, I’ll not bump into it, and wished it had {not} happened – like 
stepping on the tails and heads of those with froth in their mouths, like some rabid dog or mad-cow, spitting-ly proclaiming being faithful to the gods they worship serving… « hu-man-ity » or the seemingly populated unemployed caste. I shan’t belittle these … an infamous quote in Italian… « Un idiota è un idiota. Due idioti sono due idioti. Diecimila idioti sono un partito politico. » – I can do better – sparing insult would be « in » justice, if not for the blasted herrings in the oceans slowly disappearing from fish nets, and .. all due to some ecological disaster these beings have imposed on what is known, in the 21st century – a better life… modernity so to speak.
Even if you fly or run at thirty-eight km/hour you’re still in suspension, between here… and there. Now… and never! and yet we’ve traveled the dimensions, cities and loved a million heartbeats!
Ach! Another label to a thick-skinned human is nothing much – just create a layer of fantasies, they’ll die in their cocoons, revel-ing what is and isn’t reality, and Life. Would you love to re-live the moments every time you pass through the gates of death? I shan’t touch the karmaic conundrum herein, but for the sake of contemplation … coming back as any other than your ’self’ would seem a tad too cliché non?
One does not need to be in an open space facing the Sun, or Sea to see the horizon – try looking at the horizon in one’s own lounge, and decipher, how immaculate reality is!
I write in short quips – its better copy writing so it seems according to a client – obviously trained in the upper dysfunctional state called the US… apparently more comprehensible to some who have sent emails saying my writing is a tad too incomprehensible for simple minds. Simple minds do not read my writings, nor my articles – at best, they pretend to enjoy something they do not comprehend..the likes of Monty Python or some lustful movie pumping pleasures between groins, just so they can write in and blast their grievances, going off tangent by at least a 100 miles above their heads. I sometimes query, maybe when a drop of light hit their heads, perhaps they’ll perchance to be ‘enlightened’ – heck, who cares? I certainly don’t – after all these years living on planet Earth, I’ve finally stopped caring. If there can be a better word to express my state-of-soul, it would be printed here. As it is, there’s none in the contemporary dictionary. Finally, I’m brave enough to be downright blunt – if one doesn’t like it, there’s always another blog to absorb, another series of articles they can plagiarize and re-blog to their hearts’ content!
Is this going to be a long post? Let us see… is the ’story’ Bush and his once-administration, a short story? Compared to eternity perhaps, but for now, this is a very very short note…
After an onslaught of mis-happenings… from being dismissed unjustly from work because I knew too much the workings of a charlatan, and the passing-on of my beloved father, next to dealing with the Shariah Court in Malaysia.. amongst others – the savants of an ancient secret replays in mind, that you invite the events you want in life … yeah tell that to an endeared soul, and it’ll most likely blast bluntly that events get into the perimeters of one’s existence when one has 
become ‘One’ with ‘existence’ – in other words, you, me, he, she, they, and all the saints and sinners are ‘One’.. and then as a mushroom pod or some Sunflower blossoming in South of France, not only does it absorb the essence around its roots, but literally « embraces » the ’space’ around it, fading into that space, like falling from a window in the sky… becoming ‘One’ onto the kitchen islands, and dining rooms the world over, again being labeled and pressed into crystal bottles in a fantasy game humans tirelessly love to gloat amongst the Jones’ just so to ’show’ who is holier-than-thou.. or whom-the-fairer-is. Don’t you know, the mirror never lies? If you perceive beyond the corporeal, you would be in awe of every single interlocking, interweaving fiber of the cosmos, and be utterly dumbstruck!
Pas besoin de communiqué, tous ces cons, j’en ai rien à foutre !
It’ll be Christmas soon if everything goes well – meaning if some idiotic American does not go on a frenzy killing spree, and instigate a war with Syria or Iran, or poking Israel to blast the Palestinians to whatever is left of the strip of land they’ve been fighting to get their nation back on track to some sanity dignity – edging the latter into genocide-annihilation. The world doesn’t bloody care if the Palestinians are murdered or if the Iraqis are raped! You’d seriously need to figure out why one whole nation sent almost 80 percent of its populace to Afghanistan just so that Osama ben Laden is captured, or at best – beheaded! If that is not Hollywood in play… and how gullible the world can be, I will never know. Nor does the crisis hurt the majority of the world’s populace {esp. those earning less than 1 Euro daily} – have you seen how the wealthiest amongst the lot, cry out for pennies when their offshore banks are suddenly taken a hiccup, loosing a trillion here and there ?
Its all these media frenzy that is keeping you alert at night, because suddenly you thought for once, after working say for fifteen years, your investments in Forex or some Commodities would have reaped but suddenly the State {of Israel}, springs a surprise for you, and them.
And who is there to blame whom? A dollar is worthless then, as it will be tomorrow – The Sterling should stay Sterling, the French Franc unEuro-ised! and that goes for the rest of the European world – go for GOLD I’d say {and I’ll say it a quadrillion times more!}, implement the Dinar O Muslim nations – and reap what you sow! Thank you for trusting the 
other, instead of listening to the inner voice telling you to listen to Me instead! Oh! one never listens to the Goddess… because her words are too incomprehensible to digest, and would churn a cancerous ideology… Darling, it’s a bit too late to cry over spilled milk don’t you think? Here’s a slice of lemon – squeeze that and produce some yogurt for the masses – at least you’ll gain back your losses, if not for the pleasures of the family, at least now with no blubber to be found since whales are practically ‘dead’, it makes for a good substitute!
Pharmaceutically, and cosmetically too! Its an anti-aging agent … well what are you waiting for? The blasted skies to fall?
Thank gawd I’m not American – had I been gleefully addicted to one definite label, I’d definitely not want to be one!… and please for crying out loud, stop sending those blasted Green Lottery emails! but if you really must insist I partake in such frivolities, the least you can do, is send me the blasted papers already, and let me work with Obama and his lot – I know the world craves for change, but Obama is a man just like your neighbour, and as all humans are quite apt to fail… 
hopefully he’s not as inane as the previous Presidents of the US of bloody A! ‘Osama, Obama, Osama, Obama’… would he then be the ‘Osama’ of the new nation, when it plunders to the ground, forsaken by the WORLD community? I don’t want to be American – hell, I’ve got a blasted Queen’s English accent when in company of American expats slurring their thick accents trying hard to convey me messages. As if that’s not enough, everything must change – even French doesn’t sound quite right when an American speaks it {everything just gets ‘Americanized’ or as a friend likes to say… ‘bastardized!’ – unless s/he has conveniently drained her/himself off American blood, and embraced the European, savoir vivre, et faire!
The only American invention that I still enjoy is Walt’s idea of what Shangri-la should be, for children.
While I’m still apt at pointing out notes to some, here’s one for the Malaysian Government – Please for Faust’s sake, grow up. I don’t care which Minister’s charity-case-bought-over-spouse literally had someone murdered because the latter was in the way to her fortune – just get her blasted here, before she dies a million and one deaths in the hereafter – I don’t care if the world screams at this insult – just rule the world as it is already! instead of telling the world what to do next – rule the blasted world like the Majapahit Kingdom did once… a very long time ago. I don’t care if you propagate 
Islaam Hadhari, but at least be true to the foundations of Usuluddin! – remember metaphoric Islaam is not Islaam! Without the foundation of AtTauhiid, Malaysia’s brand of Islaam is still blasphemy in my eyes, and albeit the eyes of the One that holds the forelocks of Abraham, Moses, Isa {Jesus}, Buddha, Dalai Lama, Nik Aziz, Tun Mahathir, and the names of all the creatures in the forests of Taman Negara! and the invisible creatures beneath your feet you stomp gleefully day in night out 24/7/365! If you must do away with Yoga, you’d be surprised at the cultures of the Malays – soon, they’ll be stripped off everything – from the 30-day Eid Celebration, to the ‘merenjis-ing of air mawar’ at weddings, the ‘Mak Yong’ through a plethora of adopted cultures of the Hindu, and the Hang Li Po, and Maharanis of Pondicherry!
Anything which is an innovation is Bid’ah, so do away with all the comforts of the world, if one must be holier-than-the-’Kun’, of the Beloved and Merciful Lord AlMighty!
Did the opposition party led by Nik Aziz have anything to say about it so far? … and if not, why? Opps! and yes, the end has started – and someone once said we’ll still have another five hundred years to go – let’s downplay the number shall we ? Would that be 500 or 50 years, 5 months or less? And talking of numbers, Malaysians must assure themselves the joys, this coming seventh month – if you’re not ready for it, who will?
I can be bloody frank – how blunt do you want my tongue to lash? Have you tried cutting a steak with a blunt tool? Or have you tried searing the throats of those prisoners-of-war with a blunt knife? It must be pretty annoying, and disturbing for the prisoner{s} non?
2008 has been there, and almost out of sight – I have to admit that I have not liked it much – but there’s a reason to it. I have, after all prayed for a just world. But now, I don’t give a shit! Who cares if the authorities have decided to changed the name of the neighborhood where I live – I don’t. I have stopped caring to the point, that I have literally stopped praying for you, for them, he, she, your grandmother, your bank manager, your dearest puppy or your enemy. I’ve stopped doing it not because I care any less, but because I believe you lot, calling yourselves humans, do not deserve it one bit! A tsunami here, and a melting of the ice-caps there; a mardi-gras here, and a crucifixion there, a plea for rain here in this blistering heat, and a complaint or two of the terrible weather there; a show of concern here… and where’s the blasted ‘media’ to cover this show of blasphemy there… – blast it! Have there never been a whisper of gratitude or an act of random kindness without the blasted press making it into a red-carpet event? Trying to raise funds for non-profits have fallen upon deaf ears – yes they have heard our pleas, read our emails, and snail-mail un-ruled letters typed out neatly in Corona type, but if there’s not one wee bit for them in return, however minute that return is… they turn their smiles into frowns, and snort their nostrils in the air, as if asking.. pleading is a crime, of the worst degree!
Fancy being a Fund Raiser – think twice – the nature of the job in it itself, is proof to be a tough mantle for some! Trust me – been there, and done that! {more than once}. I’ve yet to feel it today! We’ve still twenty three…two days before Christmas. Perhaps you’ll feel a whisper of gratitude from within your walls, or the open space in your Universe. Joyeux Noël and Eid Adha, Et have a wonderful, reflective 2009 – hopefully, you’ll still have a job, and be grateful for the little that you have to share it without making a mountain out of a molehill. One might misconstrue this short blog to be bitter – oh non, mes chéris… non, pas du tout…
If I were to begin life again, I should want it as it was. I would only open my eyes a little bit more ~ Jules Renard
Ad me’ah v’esrim shana! ♥♥♥ AA
