Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Kali festival on the cards

This morning being quite cool, I visited her abode in Sg Pari and was surprised to learn from the 1st Mrs Kumar - her name's Selvi - that the 1st week of March should mark the start of a festival celebrating the Mother Goddess.

She did not seem quite clear about the dates but from what I gathered, there would be a short weekend of festivities involving a goat sacrifice. A couple of weeks later, devotees would throng another temple dedicated to Kali down Jalan Sg Pari opposite the Buntong Police Station. With a climactic finish at the 'male' temple dedicated to Muneshwar just a stone's throw away.

"That seems to coincide with my birthday next month. Are the temples within walking distance?" I could hardly believe this dramatic news: I made this 2nd visit on just a whim.

"They are just 20 minutes away if you walk briskly!" Selvi challenged.

When I returned from my trek down Jalan Sg Pari, I was not surprised to see Kumar, having been told by Selvi that he would usually drop by mornings.

Apparently he's no longer trancing as deeply as he used to. The reason? He's had a toe removed a year ago, a necessary operation brought about by diabetes. He grumbled about it to Kali who reminded him to take care of his bodily health.

One benefit, if one could call it that, to visitors who seek Kali's advice is that the Mother Goddess now speaks in English through Kumar while he remains in a light trance. 

"She's right beside him," Selvi reassured me. "It's just that no one is able to see her."

"People come for help from Penang to Johor Bahru and Singapore, and from as far away as England," Kumar confirmed. "They write emails to the temple address." 

"How do people know of Kali's power and chrisma?" I asked.

"By word of mouth, from references by grateful people who have benefited from Amma's advice and guidance. Wayward children have reformed, got on with their studies and prospered. And needless to say, we all have to exercise patience in the face of life's adversities."

"Ah, so her power remains undiminished since I first met you in the '80s. I wonder if I may introduce a friend who seems unsure of her future direction."

"By all means, just give me a call, and I would be ever willing to help," Kumar empathized. "When she turns up, I'll need to know her date of birth for a start."

"Thank you Kumar for your kind offer. I shall try to arrange a meeting later."

With that, we said goodbye. He hopped on his motor-bike and shot off. 

The equally mild-mannered Selvi proceeded, with the help of an assistant, to push her 3-wheeled cart up the short slope out of the temple grounds: she sells iced drinks at the nearby school.

Another world, that of the WWW and computer games, exists at the cyber cafe where I write this. But you may not encounter there the serenity and contentment of those who live quite simply with Kali for companionship, down in that quiet lane in the shadow of Sg Pari Tower.

I'll confirm the festival details later but meanwhile here's a link to the temple locations.

Lord Muneshwar resplendent in his temple

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Of "dreaming big and never giving up"

The trouble with 'dreaming big' - as I found - starts when the Universe delivers *exactly* what you want, not just once but again and again. 
Then you have to start all over but you don't really mind because you would (or should) have developed a healthy sense of humor about yourself by then.

Seth / Jane Roberts' refers to this as 'keeping appointments long forgotten' which of course has nothing to do with fate, but underscores his edict that 'You get what you concentrate upon.' from Session 617.

I dream a dream as big
As God's Universe and beyond,

Of being everything and no-thing,
To feel all shades of Hate and Love and In-between.

I miss the point of course
Of Here and Now:

There's nowhen else I really want or need to be.
~ from Design & Other Illusions by Shaoming Wang 

In case you missed it, Dallas Clayton's books are a most charming read.

Tuesday February 15, 2011

Dallas Clayton's awesome adventure
By ANN MARIE CHANDY
startwo@thestar.com.my

Three years ago, American author/artist Dallas Clayton unwittingly embarked
on the dream journey of a lifetime.


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My unValentine story

It's strange how dormant memories turn up with the right stimulus.

I was 17, in Form 6 and a committee member of a science society, in all probability a lowly class representative. A few of us perhaps 6 or 7 had a
meeting in one of the lab / classrooms and the Hon Secretary proceeded to
read at an incredibly rapid but understandable speed, minutes of the previous meeting.


So the Prez with the thickest pair of glasses ever seen asked, as any good Prez should, "Does anyone have anything to add?"

"I wish the Secretary would read a little slower," I ventured innocently.
Everybody - except studious Ms Hon Sec whom I'd never ever seen smiling - laughed out loud. But the minutes were passed without further comment.

Now you might think this was just another school club meeting. Of course it
was, but the next day, when school was over and I went to the motor-bike
park, who should be there but the oh so serious Ms.


She had her books crooked in her arms, and standing wordlessly in front of and a little to the side of my bike - I now wonder how she knew  - and without a word I started it up and scooted off home.

This went on for a few days in succession and I never acknowledged her presence: I suppose she got tired and stopped turning up.


I can see her now in my mind's eye, in the ACS school uniform of the day,
light blue blouse with a dark blue skirt.
She's of small build, slim of hips and pretty with short hair and boyish features: if she dressed in shirt and pants,
you might even mistake her for one. 


I suppose she had a school-girl crush on me but I do not know why. To this
day, I do not pretend to understand women and the emotional spaces in which they live, move and have their being. In any case I have become rather
more interested in 'Things of the Mind' as the tone of my posts would have shown.

 
PS: She's the daughter of a school teacher who lived in Greentown and ran a very popular Maths tuition center: there were invariably scores of bicycles parked in the porch. I eventually learned she's now a doctor.

PPS: A retired teacher of English recalled such a young woman who was very good at sprinting. So was it in her psyche to do things at high speed? But as I remember her, she was so cool, calm and self-contained.