Have a Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!
If you are among the millions of bloggers who are writing for a better world, remember that change comes from within.
Art Therapy for the soul. A general practitioner writes to your heart with his pen and brush.
Have a Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!
If you are among the millions of bloggers who are writing for a better world, remember that change comes from within.
It is not uncommon for people to state that they belong to a certain religion and yet hold one or more views that are contrary to what he or she believes. I can tell you that I am a Christian and that I belong to a certain denomination. Yet, my belief system, is a synthesis of ancient Greek philosophy, post-modern existentialism plus some other Eastern thoughts besides the Christian creed. Yes, it does look more like a case of confused identity! Besides, there is so much more to learn in life. I guess, the best method to reveal who you really are, your thoughts and belief system, is to write them down, as what I am doing now online.
It's that most wonderful time of the year again. Today I'm going to reveal my rebellious side on the issue of celebrating a unique event in a religiously correct manner. I'm talking about Christmas, of course, which for many people will mark the beginning of a week long holiday all the way to New Year's Day. And despite all the ground rules telling me to look at this Christian calendar in a true and reflective Christian perspective, I'm still going to celebrate it in full pagan style, as I've always done so in the past.
This blog does not provide commentary on the latest issues as published in the mainstream news about the political landscape of our country. However, looking at the reaction of the people from other blogs, I think it is indeed sad and somewhat alarming. Some people will say, why worry about it? Why not just live the good life? Because your country's future is, after all, your own future as well. Anyway, it is good that people are talking and blogging about it because it helps to keep some public figures on their toes. The pen is indeed mightier than the sword, or any other weapon for that matter!
The West had utter contempt for justice
The society is guided by money
What is real?
Does reality mean only external things - the happenings around us? Or does reality consist of what is without as well as within? Do we take into account our thoughts and ideas, our dreams and visions, our emotions? If yes, how are we to verify whether the spiritual experiences, for example as expressed by the mystics, are real? Many of us can relate to the testimonials of the mystics as if they are ours, especially pertaining to theme of the oneness of the universe, even though we come from different beliefs. However, we cannot subject these testimonies to scientific experimentation nor can we disapprove of them as untrue.
What if you take reality to be represented by a timeline? I was eating at a crowded mamak corner when this man whom I was sharing a table with opened up a conversation about his concept of reality being the here and now - this very moment. It seems from the Big Bang till many generations ahead of us, the only reality that matters is this very moment when I am breathing the air and holding the cup. He seems like a preacher full of fiery enthusiasm, and he was actually practising what he had preached, trying to convince me that this very second is the only reality - and if he were to squash my brain between the palm of his hands, I would (obviously) cease to exist. But we don't live for the moment. We are creatures that can reflect, dream, enjoy music, appreciate art, marvel at the Twin Towers, get angry when we miss a U turn, get frightened when we lost our way!
'What is real?' , asked the Rabbit one day when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender before Nana came to tidy the room. 'Does it mean having things that buzz inside you or a stickout handle?'
'Real isn't how you were made,' said the Skin Horse, 'It is a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with but really loves you, then you become real.'
'Does it hurt?', asked the Rabbit
'Sometimes', said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful, 'When you are real, you don't mind being hurt.'
'Does it happen all at once, or bit by bit?'
'It doesn't happen all at once', said the Skin Horse, 'you become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are real, most of your hairs have been loved off, and your eyes drop out, and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all because once you are real, you can't be ugly except to people who don't understand.'