Otherworldly Experience

People may refer what i just experienced on March 6 as Sleep Paralysis, but believe me, I know the difference between SP and SP-like state during sleep. I've experienced some SP episodes before in my lifetime, but this was different.

Approximately, it was 12.43 AM (+7 GMT), I was just trying to sleep, laying on my left side with my blanket covering my body well (because usually i have SP when I dont wear my coverlet well), but then suddenly I felt my conscious was slowly dominated by unknown state like when you do on daydreaming. I got very drowsy, but still awake and had my eyes half opened. Very vulnerable condition. I finally closed my eyes. Then my heart beats went faster, I knew that the SP was beginning like the ones I had before. However, I thought it's strange because I wore my blanket well. Then the voices started like a man talking in a strong voice inside my head but I couldn't understand what he’s saying.

Along with the man’s voice, there’s another voice like a drum in a war movie and electromagnetic sound. The drum sound was in constant speed, but the electromagnetic sound rose and sunk. I kept listening to the sound. My right hand felt like i was holding someone’s finger, a long finger. My right hand at that time was beneath my left side body so the finger might come from the right side of my bed. I tried to let go of my pointing finger from the unknown finger to prove whether its real or my imagination only. But still, my other fingers could feel it while I was removing my pointing finger. I didnt try to move my body because my fast heartbeats prevented me. The strange sound was still there. I started to have a vision of a place, like a room, but only I couldnt make out the complete detail like it’s not fully opened for me to go in. It’s like a bedroom but i cant recognize where it was.

I opened my eyes finally, What’s left was the strange sound. the man’s talking had vanished. I stared at my room. Nothings strange, only above my body there’s like subtle waves that distorted my vision and the constant feeling of extraneous presence. I tried to remember the sound so when I was released I could replicate the sound to find out what that was. I was pretty awake that i could make small movement like moving my finger, toes and my five senses worked out pretty well, but other part of my brain was occupied by unknown state.

I gave in myself to the unknown state. My heartbeat still went fast and the strange sound was still there. I began to scare and forced myself to wake up. After several attempts, I woke up and got really scared like I wouldnt sleep again, but I work in the morning. I don't mean to be dramatic, like a child crying about a monster in the closet. But this time, if you perceive what I experienced is SP, well, this is the most excruciating SP I’ve ever had. I assumed that lasted about 10 minutes and no change on my body except a headache like you have been exposed by radiation from phone or other machine. Well maybe because a friend of mine called me then I got the radiation from my cellphone, I'm not sure.

I am trying to get some simple logic here.

Many scientific explanations try to elaborate the nature of Sleeping Paralysis. For instance, exhausted body and mind cause angst and that affects an individual during the sleep. Almost people at least once in their lifetime have experienced SP.

Initially, you take into account of paranormal phenomenon to explain SP you've just experienced. Then some people, who claim themselves as logical beings (but truthfully, they're merely some primates who received an award for successfully proving the color of banana is yellow, not red, because red is the color of rose), come to distort what you've seen beyond physical thing.

Just because they can not explain a thing with their human senses, that does not mean it is not true. We are not everything, we are not the greatest being. We have very limited capability to grasp the knowledge beyond universe. So why do we have to think that everything that can not be logically explained is a myth or simply an imgination? Isn't that our life entirely on earth an illusion as well?

Well, we never know.

But I know something for sure. Just because human science has not been able yet to give explanation about something and call it metaphysic or paranormal subject, it does not mean the event is less true. I know, we are too primitive and proud to come and perceive it. A myth, is one way to perceive unexplained thing without less believing the truth, where science is to limit one's self by choosing the only thing they want to believe and put aside the other things they're too superficial to understand.

Think about this. One day you have an unusual experience that logic can't explain it, such as seeing a monster or a spiritual being. Just because you found nothing in your school text book, do you think your feeling of fear, anxiety, and shock is not true?

Well, some scientific explanation are able to describe in scientific way about formerly called as myth or cultural misinterpretation.

But answer this to yourself: Don't you think you still have that question on mind? The one that even the most scientific method can't suffice it.

Otherworldly experience.

Not FAQ, but EAQ (Eternally Asked Questions)

What is the use of having a faith in a religion, if we hurt each other, the creations of our Creator ? If we believe in God, we must believe that our God creates whatever around us in this universe. So why would we hurt each other? Why do we put hatred on someone? Is that how we worship God?

What is the use of defending the religion by doing war, dispersing the anymosity? Isn't that what the angels worried about, that human would only destroy and make war, by the time God was planning to create human beings to live on earth? If God is the Almighty, then God is not about the good only, as the bad could be God's opposite. We know, if God is The Almighty, nothing goes opposite to God. The Oneness. God is beyond positive and minus.

If only what's left to go into The Light is our spirit, would we concern about our favourite foods and beautiful sexual partner? The idea of heaven and hell would be too human. Craving, painful, blissful, desperate, and other adjectives are human. So where's the divine feelings? Will it be only the feeling of hunger, that we want to eat anything we like in Heaven? Will it be only the feeling of pain, that we receive from the punishment in Hell, the pain of being burnt? What's it all about? What's life all about? Who are we and why are we human?

Anyway, have u ever felt empty somewhere, inside? That's exactly what defines us! Emptiness. We are mortal, we're empty jar given illusion of amount. We think we are busy with homework, drama, politics, looking for a love, or simply busy with cleaning the dishes. But we are empty. This life is only an illusion since life is mundane.

How could those teachers at school never teach us about the illusion of life?

The ephemeral beats of heart, the temporal duty for our lungs to pump, for our brains to think, and for me, to breath. The illusion of being human.

Where are we heading to?

A Little Credo for The Rhapsody of Life

Perfection is the scariest thing in this world. I won’t let that happen.
If the perfect life came, then what would happen at that time was an emptiness.
No will.no desire.no aim.no existence.

Where numbers come to nought.
Even no one can extrapolate whether the nought is left alone or just never be there.
Believe me. This world was created not to welcome the perfection.
Perfection should be avoided. BALANCE is what we need.
Pro and con. Life and death. Evil and good. Up and down.Rich and poor. Bliss and misery. Friendly and reserved.
All been created to keep the scale on the center position. Get the consequence of left and right. There will be always the center. The center is what we want eventually, the answer for all actions. The place where the justness is found. The fettle where two axes work together to get one thing. Getting the aims.
Perfection
Perfection
Perfection
Perfection means the death. Even worse. When it came, even someone couldn’t breath. Not
inasmuch as the incapability, the human just doesn’t want to. No desire, rite?No aim.No purpose to live. Perfection came when the dream has been achieved. No dream was left wanted.
No dream, no life.
But what is it that we see as perfection?

(Friday, May 29, 2009 at 5:31pm)

Clouds Across The Moon

Now, when I look at the clouds across the moon here at the night, I just hope and pray that soon, baby, you'll hurry home to me :)

If you are for me, then you are

You will come home to me, tomorrow, next year, or maybe in the next life.

I am too good for you now and you know it.

Good bye, I'll try again next year.

Good bye :)

Sunday Lesson

Never ruin a good song with bad reminiscences.

Someday, In Santorini

I'm gonna tell you a story.

Waking up in the late morning on the bed with small floral patterned sheets and coverlet inside a cozy room in a small house between warm sunray and chill blue sea on the mountains, she looked at her window, smelling the air of Greece.

Looking blue and white. Ready to open the shop. No need to take a bath. As usual.

Thera.

A beautiful divine island. The most beautiful one, the used-to-be-called, Kalliste.

Living on that a person who's longing to find serenity, somewhere, someday, in solitude.

Owning a cozy small home with a balcony to scrupulously enjoy the scenery of the vast sky and the wide blue sea, she enjoyed feeling chilled by the ocean air.

Tranquility.

As the sun shone at its very level, she was painting her feeling with colors on her patio at the back of her house. Suddenly came the thought : "What's for lunch?"

Hmm, she's thinking about egg foo yung, or fried chicken in lemon and honey sauce with waffles?

"Buttered Broccoli and Asparagus with Mashed Potato" her fridge answered.

She's so thankful. Abundant olive oil and peppers!

It's 3 in the afternoon, could not help herself to take her camera, walking through the neighborhood that led her to the hill, capturing the reality and waiting until the sun hid and swallowed by the sea as the stars were starting to show up.

Twilight.

At night, sipping peppermint tea from a big white mug with some preserved citrus fruits, she was sitting comfortably on a soft couch and updating her twitter from her phone:

"I run a blissful handy craft shop at my house. I do photography. I'm celibate and live in Santorini. Which beauty could I deny?".

Smooth jazz songs with sax, piano, guitar, and bass were surrounding her from her stereo in the living room, heard up to the balcony.

Diana Krall came to sing "Corcovado" from the playlist. "Quiet nights of quiet stars. Quiet chords from my guitar..."

She'd really like to grab her guitar, but too lazy to get up. She lit the match, smoking her cigar. "Cliche" she said.

The song went on...

"Quiet thoughts and quiet dreams. Quiet walks by quiet streams, and the window looking on the mountains and the sea how lovely. This is where i want to be. Here with you so close to me, until the final flicker of life's ember..."

There's no urge for another drama she thought.

People come and go then come again in remorse.

Tho the feeling might stay, why not enjoying the affair with the universe alone without any hope and sadness, she added. A soliloquy.

Tiresome.

That's not how she ended the night. The night was not yet to come for her.

She continued dilly dallying and the playlist kept playing. It's the turn for Kem.

He brought "Inside" to her ears.

"I'm gonna do the best I can. To be your ever after man. I'm living inside your love. Taking it day by day loving you this way. I'm living inside your love. After all this time, I'm giving you a love so fine..."

A careless talk, she thought. There's no such thing as "Ever After Man". Living in hell.

She just revived her sarcastic side she's been burying this long. Not intending to ruin her mood, she distracted her thought counting how many houses with the lights on, figuring out what they're doing tonight inside. Happy? Broken hearted? Disappointed? Soothed?

Teased?

She felt teased by how the universe schemed her life. Then she's really tired.

Enough with the mental trinket. As Kem finished his "Inside", she came inside her house.

Taking off all the clothes she's wearing and hit the bed, crawling inside the warm coverlet.

Calm and smiling. Her mind was healing.

The night was on and she's off.

The story is not even yet to the end when she's dreaming.

Because it's my dream, someday in Santorini.

Holy History

Religion is a part of history about how people live in the past. Just like folklore, only written. Just like what parents pass to children.