这本书的变化

December 17, 2009

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The Book of Changes | Le Livre de Changements — I woke up with a fright. For a moment I didn’t know whether it was a dream, or whether it was a dream.

When newagers talk about the snapping of the ‘umbilical cord’ when one astral travels, it does happen. It can happen, so when someone tells you that it will never happen, take it with a pinch of salt — and you’d have to be ready with some answers to steer you back if you want to come back to earth, not that you’ll not leave it.

You’ll just be ‘living’ in a different dimension if at all. Sometimes between reveries, that thin line is stretched to the limit, like the fœtal membrane until it pops and then you’re just living within a holographic nightmare.

From the heavens Penang looked rather small. The future, when waters will ravage the little peninsula leaving a strip of it from South to North, pushed me even higher. Penang will only have what seemed like a 1 inch strip of high ground {as seen from the Heavens} before it ultimately drowns in the Indian Ocean, or would that be the Straits of Malacca since it is flanked by both Peninsula, and Indonesia.

As much as one may poke fun at Global Warming, and Climate Change, your world is undergoing a stressful time. She is really your mother who has had too much nonsense from her children, these ingrates that ought to be sloshed into the barren earth, deep into her belly and burnt for all eternity! The more you bomb her with experiments from nuclear heads to the latest quantum gadgetries, the more you maim the women in your world, for the fate of mother earth is in their bellies.

The more you rape women, and not respect them, as you do not respect Mother Earth, the less you’ll have a chance of living ‘heaven’ on earth, and trust me, that coming from ME is not poppycock tales of bygone eras. My story is your future.

A four-band baguette cut diamonds arranged in heart-shaped sapphires, emeralds and rubies, side by side made its way to my marriage finger. I was fondly looking at it only to realise that I’m to be bewed. Good heavens, and to whom? A human apparently, and when that does happen, what will become of your World? Surely you would know, as you’d read herein, that all these, are imageries – every word herein The Alchemist of the Soul, is about your journey herein this ‘reality’ you cling fervently like a leech to sumptuous goodness. If you’d want eternal goodness, you would have to cross the threshold of life — really!

The superior man considers a rich possession of moral principles to be honor and peace in his person to be wealth. Therefore he is always at peace and is never discontented. To him carriages and ceremonial caps {symbols of honor} are as light as cash, and gold and jade are as tiny as a speck of dust. Nothing can be added to the great value {of rich possession of moral principle and peace in the person}.

And that brought me to another scene… just minutes away from another local disaster, somewhere in the “future” in-time of this great nation and to avert it, Malaysia can only command democracy if all other ‘political’ parties dissolve themselves. Meaning all opposition parties will have to be reflective of their Cause. MIC will be an NGO in support of Malaysians of Indian & Hindu origin; MCA will be an NGO in support of Malaysians of Chinese & Buddhist/Taoist origin; PAS will be an NGO in support of Malaysian Muslims irrespective whether they’re Chinese, Malays, Indians, Kadazans inclusive of the Minorities; and Barisan Nasional would then be the Umbrella that will govern the country justly as it should. Now where do we put the Christians, Jews and Illuminatis?

A leader is best when people barely know he exists, when his work is done, his aim fulfilled, they will say: “We did it ourselves” — Lao Tse.

As to UMNO, it shouldn’t be there in the first place. If its there it is there because Malays restrain themselves as the spineless race, and they will never get out of the rut, unless they dis-allow themselves the convenience and complacency to grant themselves confutation as a weaker race, both economically and spiritually. But to come to that, there might be a clash of civilization. As of writing – the melting pot wants something out of someone in Office, and this conniving has to stop once and for all!

Governing a great nation is like cooking a small fish – too much handling will spoil it — Lao Tse.

Is it really that difficult to manage a company or govern a country?