Tuesday, November 28, 2006
LIFE - Mind Of A Mankind - Chapter One
I AM JOE
Millions of spiritual creatures
Walk the earth,
Both when we wake,
And when we sleep.
What if earth and heaven
Be to each other like
More than on earth is thought?
What if you slept?
And what if,
In your sleep,
You dreamed?
And what if,
In your dream,
You went to heaven
And there plucked a beautiful flower?
And what if,
When you awoke,
You had the flower in your hand?
Ah...What then?
(Sorry, from a book I quoted while in imprisonment. I could not remember the title)
My name is Joe. Joe is my nickname or a pet name called by my parents, siblings, relatives and close childhood friends.
Many psychics behave strangely, talking to themselves silently or openly when they converse with unseen souls in the unseen world. The great paranormal Edger Cayce was in a tranced and unconscious when he prescribed remedies for his patients. The Englishwoman, Doris Stokes, communicated with the souls of loved ones in Hereafter for her audiences to comfort and healed the hearts of those who had lost their loved ones in death. George Anderson wrote and drew pictures on paper while he conducted a seance or discernment or communicating with the loved ones from Hereafter for his visitors. Ruth Montgomery the former journalist practiced automatic writing to communicate with her former close friend Arthur Fort from Hereafter to write many books about the unseen world. Jane Roberts was in a tranced when she let 'Seth' the unseen spirit to use her body and mind to write many books too and usually Seth would dictate and Jane's husband, Roberts, would write down all the words that Seth spoke. I know many past prophets were branded as crazy men and accused of being possessed by the evil spirits by many unbelievers of God from the various faiths too. The Scientists, Physicians, Theologians and others would need to look at these people closely before they branded these gifted human beings as mad or Schizophreniacs.
There are many Psychologists and Psychiatrists in United States of America that performed retrogression hypnosis to some of their patients to analyse their patients' psychosomatic behaviours and some began to wonder sbout the different individual psyche that spoke to them. There was a woman with sixteen different multi-split personalities that was going through therapy and her physician wrote a book titled 'SYBIL' for her own researched work. I could not recall the physician's name and perhaps you could enquire the nearest bookshop about her book.
There was a physician, Dr. Whitton, who found out something about the life of human souls in 'Life Betwen Life' or the 'Bardo' after he stumbled upon a soul who described to him about the life of human souls in Hereafter before their numerous reincarnations into human beings again. The 'Bardo' means an island or a place where the souls return to or a state of consciousness and condition of souls would be like after their death. The Tibetan Buddhists believed in the scripture of 'The Tibetan Book of the Dead' recorded by many Tibetan Buddhist monks for many centuries in their researched works and findings about the soul journey in Hereafter. Dr. Whitton did his researched works and recorded his findings pertinent to this matter for twenty years before he decided to let Joe Fisher wrote 'Life Between Life' based upon his researched works and discoveries. Dr. Whitton's researched works on discoveries corroborated with many other Physicians like Dr. Raymond Moody researched works on patients experiencing 'Near Death Experience and Out of the Body Experience'; and Dr. Elisabeth Kubler Ross own experience in dealing with the terminally ill patients who were dying; and Dr. Ian Stevenson's researched works and studies pertinent to reincarnation of the human souls.
These were some of the professionals and intelligent people who were willing to look into such phenomena with scientific evaluations and methods. They were not so easily influenced by faith or superstition beliefs and you would be surprise of their commentaries and conclusions.
I mentioned all these for you to find out for yourself and perhaps you could do your own researched works about people who could converse with the unseen beings from the unseen realms; endeavour to know about your own soul within you; read more different religious scriptures plus read scientific researched works by doctors or scientists on matters pertaining to the soul existence after death of the physical human body; and asked questions about the existence of the soul, world of Hereafter and God with people who are well verse in these subjects. I am not asking you to believe all the informations that you have gathered as true but you must know how to filter the logic and facts from the informations you have attained. You will see for yourself whether they are fictitious or truths because as you read their researched works and discoveries, you would question their integrity. Sometimes you need to give them a benefit of doubts because you do not know or understand it until you experience it yourself. All these would actually help you to understand about yourself and other people better. You would be surprise the change within you as you do your own researched works and you would discover many interesting things that you thought never existed or you felt was a fallacy. Your own perceptions about things you do not understand would make you see with some clarity why you are alive, the meaning of your life as human beings and perhaps the cerebration of your own mind. It would help you to grow instead ofliving as a human being without any purpose. I think I would like to recommend you to read a book written by a man named Ian Curry who wrote 'Immortality'. He too did his own researched works and discovered many answers to his questions.
In this chapter I am writing based on my own experience. Some of the names are fictitious to protect their privacy and identity. This is my story.
I was born on Friday the 21st of June 1963 at 5.30 p.m. at the residence of my maternal aunt's at Jalan Buntu, Singapore. The area was called Kampung Pagak at that period of time. Maybe those who remembered this area would recall the kampung, which were mainly Malay inhabitants. My parents' house was at Lorong Ternak, off Kampung Ladang, near the vicinity of Singapore Paya Lebar International Airport, which was about eight kilometres away from my maternal aunt's house at Kampung Pagak. The day I was born, my parents were there for a social visit. Then my mother went into labour and they had no other choice but to let my mother to give birth at her sister's house. A Midwife was called upon to attend for this task to take place.
My mother Salmah Bte Eusope was only twenty-eight years old and my father Mahmood Bin Hussein was only thirty years old at the time of my birth. I was born into a Malay Muslim family and I have other siblings, two elder brothers and three elder sisters. I was number six in the family. Later I have a younger brother and a younger sister but my younger sister, Zainab, passed away at a very tender age. She was born on Saturday the 14th of May 1966 at 6.35 p.m. and later she passed away at the age of five months and twelve days due to milk poisoning or Gastro Entritis on Wednesday the 26th of October 1966.
I do not know much about my paternal Grandfather Hussein Bin Hassan (Alias Komeng Bin Omar) and Grandmother Aisha Binte Ismail (Second Wife) who stayed in Singapore and Grandmother Milah (First Wife) who stayed in West Malaysia, at Segamat in Johore State. They passed away before my birth and and my Grandmother Milah in the year 2000.
About my maternal Foster Grandfather, Eusope Bin Kassim and Foster Grandmother Zainab Binte Midoon, they too passed away before my birth.
I remembered only seeing my maternal biological Chinese Grandmother who was very old and I met her few times before she passed over. I never knew my maternal biological Chinese Grandfather. I do not know what had happened to him because my mother never told me anything about him. I heard from my father that he was a trishaw rider. I saw three of my maternal biological Chinese Aunties and they usually came to visit us when we were living at Kampung Ladang.
Later, when I was only a teenager of 14 years old, my father told me that he had a half-brother, Osman Bin Komeng borne from the first wife of my paternal Grandfather Hussein (alias Komeng). My uncle Osman was forced to serve in the Army of Imperial Japan during World War Two. Then one day he was send to some place for a military mission that his family did not know where the mission was going to be carried out. They managed to bid Osman farewell and prayed for him to return home to them safely but Osman did not return home to them after the war ended. The family did not know what had happened to him, whether he was alive or dead. They waited for him to return but nobody knew about his fate. My Father told me probably Osman was send to Burma and probably he failed to survive the war. I saw my father's mien was sorrowful and I saw his tears when he told me about Osman. So when my father told me about my uncle Osman, I was so surprised to know about him because I never thought that my own past member was involved on the side of the enemy of mankind during World War Two. The information about my uncle Osman was not a bad news to me or disappointed me because I saw the face of my father and I realised he loves Osman regardless of his involvement with the Japanese Army. It was not important on who won the war but it was important for him to know whether Osman is in Heaven.
I have always looked up at the United States of America and British military forces as the Heroes of World War Two. I have always thought highly of the Americans as the saviours of the Asian people during World War Two, especially in the Pacific Ocean region. Without their involvement, Imperial Japan would not have been defeated and the American have sacrificed many young men for the freedom of the Asian people under the Japanese Power during World War Two. That admiration is still present in my heart for those young men of United States of America who had been killed in action in that war.
My favourite ideal General was General Douglas McArthur. He was a brilliant General and he saved the world from destruction by the Japanese Imperialist and his phrased to the Filipinos, "I Shall Return" was the action he fulfilled to the Filipinos, which I found very noble and a gentleman. He gave a speech to the West Point Academy cadets, "An old soldier never dies but he just fade away' was good for the morale of any soldiers who have served in the Army. He was like the Father for those United States Marines who served under his command and they loved him for his courage, duty, honour and country commitments as a General and a man of goodness. I loved him because of his commitments to fight for the freedom of mankind during World War Two.
When I was a little boy, I usually drew pages and pages of battle scenes of U.S. Marines fighting the Japanese Army during World War Two. Most of the times I would draw the Americans winning and annihilating the Japanese Army. I regarded the Japanese soldiers as the worst enemy of mankind. I also drew pages and pages of German soldiers fighting the British soldiers and the American GIs. I drew the German soldiers were slaughtered by the Britishs and Americans. I drew tanks, fighter planes and battleships pounding the enemies of mankind, the Japanese and the German soldiers. I drew and drew with zest until my own parents and siblings were wondering why I drew so much war scenes. I loved watching war movies and my favourite serial films were 'Combat', 'The World At War' and 'Ba Ba Black Sheeps.' I loved the American fire powers especially the marines of U.S.A. fighter planes and battleships. I loved playing war games with my kampung childhood friends and I loved wearing Scout uniform, imagining the Scout uniform as the military fatigue of U.S. Marines with the drinking mug strapped to my waist, which would resembled as the water-bottle. I loved to play with toy soldiers. I loved to make wooden rifles and the rifles would resemble as GI Sergeant Vick Morrow's machine-gun. I loved to draw when I was young and I drew non-stop without realising that I used up many exercise books for my drawings. It is funny though, I seemed to like or got impressed with the Germans uniform because it looked fierce and very smart too. It is like contradicting my own hatred for them in World War Two atrocities that they had committed against the Jews.
I was very physical and aggressive when I was a little boy of eight years old and I liked to fight with my childhood friends when they provoked me. That usually happened when I could no longer expressed my words and I would lose control of my anger with them. I was the small fighter and I fought those who bullied my sisters too, regardless whether my opponents were bigger or smaller than I was. When I lost control of my temper, I would go into a wild frenzy and I would punch those childhood friends of mine who had angered me. When I was in Secondary Two, there were two occasions whereby I controlled of my temper. I used my hands to punch my third elder sister on her face and my younger brother on his stomach. Once I nearly punched my own mother who was accusing me of something that I did not do. Later my own second elder brother punished me. He grabbed my hair and slapped me really hard on my face. He heard about my anger towards our mother but I did not retaliate because I knew I was guilty and he was stronger than I was. Our mother stopped the fight. That night there was a feeling of dissatisfaction within me, furious with myself for not fighting back and I was actually wishing to have another fight with him. In my mind I was imagining of throwing a few punches at him. That was my anger but I managed to control it and let it go. My last fight was when I was in Secondary Three whereby I fought against three Chinese boys because of roughed tackles in a soccer match. Then after that incident I mellowed down and never fought again. I managed to control my anger and decided that fighting was not the answer to solving my arguments or disagreements.
Millions of spiritual creatures
Walk the earth,
Both when we wake,
And when we sleep.
What if earth and heaven
Be to each other like
More than on earth is thought?
What if you slept?
And what if,
In your sleep,
You dreamed?
And what if,
In your dream,
You went to heaven
And there plucked a beautiful flower?
And what if,
When you awoke,
You had the flower in your hand?
Ah...What then?
(Sorry, from a book I quoted while in imprisonment. I could not remember the title)
My name is Joe. Joe is my nickname or a pet name called by my parents, siblings, relatives and close childhood friends.
Many psychics behave strangely, talking to themselves silently or openly when they converse with unseen souls in the unseen world. The great paranormal Edger Cayce was in a tranced and unconscious when he prescribed remedies for his patients. The Englishwoman, Doris Stokes, communicated with the souls of loved ones in Hereafter for her audiences to comfort and healed the hearts of those who had lost their loved ones in death. George Anderson wrote and drew pictures on paper while he conducted a seance or discernment or communicating with the loved ones from Hereafter for his visitors. Ruth Montgomery the former journalist practiced automatic writing to communicate with her former close friend Arthur Fort from Hereafter to write many books about the unseen world. Jane Roberts was in a tranced when she let 'Seth' the unseen spirit to use her body and mind to write many books too and usually Seth would dictate and Jane's husband, Roberts, would write down all the words that Seth spoke. I know many past prophets were branded as crazy men and accused of being possessed by the evil spirits by many unbelievers of God from the various faiths too. The Scientists, Physicians, Theologians and others would need to look at these people closely before they branded these gifted human beings as mad or Schizophreniacs.
There are many Psychologists and Psychiatrists in United States of America that performed retrogression hypnosis to some of their patients to analyse their patients' psychosomatic behaviours and some began to wonder sbout the different individual psyche that spoke to them. There was a woman with sixteen different multi-split personalities that was going through therapy and her physician wrote a book titled 'SYBIL' for her own researched work. I could not recall the physician's name and perhaps you could enquire the nearest bookshop about her book.
There was a physician, Dr. Whitton, who found out something about the life of human souls in 'Life Betwen Life' or the 'Bardo' after he stumbled upon a soul who described to him about the life of human souls in Hereafter before their numerous reincarnations into human beings again. The 'Bardo' means an island or a place where the souls return to or a state of consciousness and condition of souls would be like after their death. The Tibetan Buddhists believed in the scripture of 'The Tibetan Book of the Dead' recorded by many Tibetan Buddhist monks for many centuries in their researched works and findings about the soul journey in Hereafter. Dr. Whitton did his researched works and recorded his findings pertinent to this matter for twenty years before he decided to let Joe Fisher wrote 'Life Between Life' based upon his researched works and discoveries. Dr. Whitton's researched works on discoveries corroborated with many other Physicians like Dr. Raymond Moody researched works on patients experiencing 'Near Death Experience and Out of the Body Experience'; and Dr. Elisabeth Kubler Ross own experience in dealing with the terminally ill patients who were dying; and Dr. Ian Stevenson's researched works and studies pertinent to reincarnation of the human souls.
These were some of the professionals and intelligent people who were willing to look into such phenomena with scientific evaluations and methods. They were not so easily influenced by faith or superstition beliefs and you would be surprise of their commentaries and conclusions.
I mentioned all these for you to find out for yourself and perhaps you could do your own researched works about people who could converse with the unseen beings from the unseen realms; endeavour to know about your own soul within you; read more different religious scriptures plus read scientific researched works by doctors or scientists on matters pertaining to the soul existence after death of the physical human body; and asked questions about the existence of the soul, world of Hereafter and God with people who are well verse in these subjects. I am not asking you to believe all the informations that you have gathered as true but you must know how to filter the logic and facts from the informations you have attained. You will see for yourself whether they are fictitious or truths because as you read their researched works and discoveries, you would question their integrity. Sometimes you need to give them a benefit of doubts because you do not know or understand it until you experience it yourself. All these would actually help you to understand about yourself and other people better. You would be surprise the change within you as you do your own researched works and you would discover many interesting things that you thought never existed or you felt was a fallacy. Your own perceptions about things you do not understand would make you see with some clarity why you are alive, the meaning of your life as human beings and perhaps the cerebration of your own mind. It would help you to grow instead ofliving as a human being without any purpose. I think I would like to recommend you to read a book written by a man named Ian Curry who wrote 'Immortality'. He too did his own researched works and discovered many answers to his questions.
In this chapter I am writing based on my own experience. Some of the names are fictitious to protect their privacy and identity. This is my story.
I was born on Friday the 21st of June 1963 at 5.30 p.m. at the residence of my maternal aunt's at Jalan Buntu, Singapore. The area was called Kampung Pagak at that period of time. Maybe those who remembered this area would recall the kampung, which were mainly Malay inhabitants. My parents' house was at Lorong Ternak, off Kampung Ladang, near the vicinity of Singapore Paya Lebar International Airport, which was about eight kilometres away from my maternal aunt's house at Kampung Pagak. The day I was born, my parents were there for a social visit. Then my mother went into labour and they had no other choice but to let my mother to give birth at her sister's house. A Midwife was called upon to attend for this task to take place.
My mother Salmah Bte Eusope was only twenty-eight years old and my father Mahmood Bin Hussein was only thirty years old at the time of my birth. I was born into a Malay Muslim family and I have other siblings, two elder brothers and three elder sisters. I was number six in the family. Later I have a younger brother and a younger sister but my younger sister, Zainab, passed away at a very tender age. She was born on Saturday the 14th of May 1966 at 6.35 p.m. and later she passed away at the age of five months and twelve days due to milk poisoning or Gastro Entritis on Wednesday the 26th of October 1966.
I do not know much about my paternal Grandfather Hussein Bin Hassan (Alias Komeng Bin Omar) and Grandmother Aisha Binte Ismail (Second Wife) who stayed in Singapore and Grandmother Milah (First Wife) who stayed in West Malaysia, at Segamat in Johore State. They passed away before my birth and and my Grandmother Milah in the year 2000.
About my maternal Foster Grandfather, Eusope Bin Kassim and Foster Grandmother Zainab Binte Midoon, they too passed away before my birth.
I remembered only seeing my maternal biological Chinese Grandmother who was very old and I met her few times before she passed over. I never knew my maternal biological Chinese Grandfather. I do not know what had happened to him because my mother never told me anything about him. I heard from my father that he was a trishaw rider. I saw three of my maternal biological Chinese Aunties and they usually came to visit us when we were living at Kampung Ladang.
Later, when I was only a teenager of 14 years old, my father told me that he had a half-brother, Osman Bin Komeng borne from the first wife of my paternal Grandfather Hussein (alias Komeng). My uncle Osman was forced to serve in the Army of Imperial Japan during World War Two. Then one day he was send to some place for a military mission that his family did not know where the mission was going to be carried out. They managed to bid Osman farewell and prayed for him to return home to them safely but Osman did not return home to them after the war ended. The family did not know what had happened to him, whether he was alive or dead. They waited for him to return but nobody knew about his fate. My Father told me probably Osman was send to Burma and probably he failed to survive the war. I saw my father's mien was sorrowful and I saw his tears when he told me about Osman. So when my father told me about my uncle Osman, I was so surprised to know about him because I never thought that my own past member was involved on the side of the enemy of mankind during World War Two. The information about my uncle Osman was not a bad news to me or disappointed me because I saw the face of my father and I realised he loves Osman regardless of his involvement with the Japanese Army. It was not important on who won the war but it was important for him to know whether Osman is in Heaven.
I have always looked up at the United States of America and British military forces as the Heroes of World War Two. I have always thought highly of the Americans as the saviours of the Asian people during World War Two, especially in the Pacific Ocean region. Without their involvement, Imperial Japan would not have been defeated and the American have sacrificed many young men for the freedom of the Asian people under the Japanese Power during World War Two. That admiration is still present in my heart for those young men of United States of America who had been killed in action in that war.
My favourite ideal General was General Douglas McArthur. He was a brilliant General and he saved the world from destruction by the Japanese Imperialist and his phrased to the Filipinos, "I Shall Return" was the action he fulfilled to the Filipinos, which I found very noble and a gentleman. He gave a speech to the West Point Academy cadets, "An old soldier never dies but he just fade away' was good for the morale of any soldiers who have served in the Army. He was like the Father for those United States Marines who served under his command and they loved him for his courage, duty, honour and country commitments as a General and a man of goodness. I loved him because of his commitments to fight for the freedom of mankind during World War Two.
When I was a little boy, I usually drew pages and pages of battle scenes of U.S. Marines fighting the Japanese Army during World War Two. Most of the times I would draw the Americans winning and annihilating the Japanese Army. I regarded the Japanese soldiers as the worst enemy of mankind. I also drew pages and pages of German soldiers fighting the British soldiers and the American GIs. I drew the German soldiers were slaughtered by the Britishs and Americans. I drew tanks, fighter planes and battleships pounding the enemies of mankind, the Japanese and the German soldiers. I drew and drew with zest until my own parents and siblings were wondering why I drew so much war scenes. I loved watching war movies and my favourite serial films were 'Combat', 'The World At War' and 'Ba Ba Black Sheeps.' I loved the American fire powers especially the marines of U.S.A. fighter planes and battleships. I loved playing war games with my kampung childhood friends and I loved wearing Scout uniform, imagining the Scout uniform as the military fatigue of U.S. Marines with the drinking mug strapped to my waist, which would resembled as the water-bottle. I loved to play with toy soldiers. I loved to make wooden rifles and the rifles would resemble as GI Sergeant Vick Morrow's machine-gun. I loved to draw when I was young and I drew non-stop without realising that I used up many exercise books for my drawings. It is funny though, I seemed to like or got impressed with the Germans uniform because it looked fierce and very smart too. It is like contradicting my own hatred for them in World War Two atrocities that they had committed against the Jews.
I was very physical and aggressive when I was a little boy of eight years old and I liked to fight with my childhood friends when they provoked me. That usually happened when I could no longer expressed my words and I would lose control of my anger with them. I was the small fighter and I fought those who bullied my sisters too, regardless whether my opponents were bigger or smaller than I was. When I lost control of my temper, I would go into a wild frenzy and I would punch those childhood friends of mine who had angered me. When I was in Secondary Two, there were two occasions whereby I controlled of my temper. I used my hands to punch my third elder sister on her face and my younger brother on his stomach. Once I nearly punched my own mother who was accusing me of something that I did not do. Later my own second elder brother punished me. He grabbed my hair and slapped me really hard on my face. He heard about my anger towards our mother but I did not retaliate because I knew I was guilty and he was stronger than I was. Our mother stopped the fight. That night there was a feeling of dissatisfaction within me, furious with myself for not fighting back and I was actually wishing to have another fight with him. In my mind I was imagining of throwing a few punches at him. That was my anger but I managed to control it and let it go. My last fight was when I was in Secondary Three whereby I fought against three Chinese boys because of roughed tackles in a soccer match. Then after that incident I mellowed down and never fought again. I managed to control my anger and decided that fighting was not the answer to solving my arguments or disagreements.
# posted by Zulkifli @ 12:19 AM 
