I’m a politically incorrect recluse living within a broad range of brainwaves. I created this site as the primary space to find my voice and to keep out the cacophony of the preprogrammed media.

I Was A Person…

The individual has always had to struggle to keep from being overwhelmed by the tribe. If you try it, you will be lonely often, and sometimes frightened. But no price is too high to pay for the privilege of owning yourself.

Friedrich Nietzsche

The duality of the mind is a war zone. It creates a split in psyche, often causing shift in perception. What resides silently in the mind will not be given a chance to tell its own story in its own unique way. Those precious fragments of my mind are the tiny pieces of lucidity excavated from the frozen moments of eternity. Intrusion into one’s mental space will cause the death of those seeds of buoyant brain waves. 

There was no enough space for self-expression until I discovered the “exclusive zone of creativity”, a place of silence, clarity and artistic freedom. How did I manage to get myself into this splendid mental frame? By completely cutting off the clamor of the cancerous social media. I don’t have any close friend and I don’t need any. I’m moving towards sophistication by reducing the sophisticated machines to do the thinking on my behalf. I’ve liberated myself from the cycle of demoralising inner chatter caused by exposure to the weakening points within the web of dehumanization. 

So, the search for meaning within the silence begins. I craved too much for this silence. I hated the cacophony of the false voices. I became a stranger to myself, and in my beguiled mind I wondered why on earth did I spend so much time to conforming to the expectations of those I despised. The various masks of pretensions that I’ve created as a methodically convenient way to compensate for any “aberration” on my part were crumbling before my own eyes. The falsely concocted self was too fragile to stand up to the voice of the oppressor. The false life that I’ve created for myself within the confines of fear have begun to be obsolete.

It’s good to be aberrant. It’s good to be a recluse. Don’t let people to tell you it’s abnormal. The exclusive zone of creativity is a statement ; it stands for the complete refusal to tamper with the world. It’s a hermitage, a way to seclude myself from the constant sensory interpretation of the reality. It’s me denying the legitimacy of the world that humans have created for themselves. It’s the audacity to question what’s normally going on the world. I would like destroy the power structures around me. 

Art As The Revolutionary New Testament

Every act of creation is first an act of destruction.

Pablo Picasso

The articulation of the internal processes which makes up a human being is known as the art. This inner dialogue is reflected on the upon elemental canvas of existence that differentiates a human being from his environment. In a sense, art suggests a separation between the artist and his creation, but artistic process itself is the embodiment of interconnectedness. No one is separate from what he/she is observing. 

The process of creating a piece of art is an act of rebellion ; the artist must “destroy” something in him to give the world a unique perspective of the reality. The thought emanating from a finite conscious self is codified and constructed into an edifice which has come to resemble intelligible forms. However, the subconscious world is the amorphous ocean of energy ; Raw and unprocessed waves of consciousness are highly complex and structured. It’s the willpower that sheds light on the nuances and subtleties, bringing out the true texture of the perception. 

Art is created out of necessity, and it’s a powerful tool of communication. It’s the suppressed voice of the unknown. Art balances the constructive and the destructive elements within the manifested reality. The universe incubates enough darkness for human to use it as the material for his art. There’s more light in the soul of a human than the radiance of the Suns combined together. This act of creativity is directed to the universe and through art, the human race has communed with the higher awareness. 

Theology may form the basis of a human’s religious identity but what could be the voice and the image of the soul? We’re souls incarnated as finite beings occupying the locus of intelligence. Art was there even before the intelligent life begun on earth. It’s the covenant between the human race and the Unknown. It’s a sign that the universe is ready to embrace the souls which fit into the blueprint of the higher awareness. 

Darwin, Sheldrake And The Moon

Creativity gives new forms, new patterns, new ideas, new art forms. And we don’t know where creativity comes from. Is it inspired from above? Welling up from below? Picked up from the air? What? Creativity is a mystery wherever you encounter it.

Rupert Sheldrake

I have tremendous amount of curiosity or the itch to unearth the connection between me and some higher forces while expecting benevolence from some unknown impersonal entities. The splinter of humanness at the back of my head tells me that I’m more than this mortal frame fated for slow decay and death. The universe created by an infallible God couldn’t be such a meaningless chaos, mercilessly consumed by entropy. I wouldn’t be satisfied by gulping down age old theological debacle which explains nothing about the complexity of human reality. It’s unfortunate that the human beings are reduced to mortals who are constantly plaqued war, famine, diseases and oppressive clergymen rearing their ugly heads in some clandestine geopolitical locations. 

The degradation of the human civilization are caused by the sleepwalking people of today who are content with any disposable products (religion, politics, materialism…etc) being hurled at them. But there are silent ones among the crowd and they’re seeking the truth behind the warped worldviews. The inquiry for the truth is an honest endeavour. And, the suppressed voice of intuition will be invoked and nurtured by the evidences at hand. I didn’t stop at the Darwinian “missing link” to humanity. There are few scientists who have understood that the so-called “missing link” is a fallacy and rectified the “Origin of The Species”. 

Darwin And The “Missing Link”

Jean-Baptiste Lamarck envisioned that life is generated in the form of the simplest creatures constantly, and then strive towards complexity and perfection (i.e. humans) through a series of lower forms. In his view, lower animals were simply newcomers on the evolutionary scene. After Darwin’s On the Origin of Species, the idea of “lower animals” representing earlier stages in evolution lingered, as demonstrated in Ernst Haeckel’s figure of the human pedigree. While the vertebrates were then seen as forming a sort of evolutionary sequence, the various classes were distinct, the undiscovered intermediate forms being called “missing links”.

Haeckel claimed that human evolution occurred in 24 stages and that the 23rd stage was a theoretical missing link he named Pithecanthropus alalus (“ape-man lacking speech”). Haeckel claimed the origin of humanity was to be found in Asia. He theorized that the missing link was to be found on the lost continent of Lemuria located in the Indian Ocean. He believed that Lemuria was the home of the first humans and that Asia was the home of many of the earliest primates; he thus supported that Asia was the cradle of hominid evolution. Haeckel argued that humans were closely related to the primates of Southeast Asia and rejected Darwin’s hypothesis of human origins in Africa.

The search for a fossil that connected man and ape was unproductive until the Dutch paleontologist Eugene Dubois went to Indonesia. Between 1886 and 1895 Dubois discovered remains that he later described as “an intermediate species between humans and monkeys”. He named the hominin Pithecanthropus erectus (erect ape-man), which has now been reclassified as Homo erectus. In the media, the Java Man was hailed as the missing link. For instance, the headline of the Philadelphia Inquirer on February 3, 1895, was “The Missing Link: A Dutch Surgeon in Java Unearths the Needed Specimen”.

Here, I need to mention the “scientific heresy”named as the “Morphic Resonance”. I would regard Rupert Sheldrake as a genius whose theory needs serious scientific investigation. Morphic resonance is a process whereby self-organising systems inherit a memory from previous similar systems. In its most general formulation, morphic resonance means that the so-called laws of nature are more like habits. The hypothesis of morphic resonance also leads to a radically new interpretation of memory storage in the brain and of biological inheritance. Memory need not be stored in material traces inside brains, which are more like TV receivers than video recorders, tuning into influences from the past. 

And biological inheritance need not all be coded in the genes, or in epigenetic modifications of the genes; much of it depends on morphic resonance from previous members of the species. Thus each individual inherits a collective memory from past members of the species, and also contributes to the collective memory, affecting other members of the species in the future. Therefore, the human evolution was precisely guided by conscious intelligent system via virtual memory of the hyperspace. This is where I saw the parallel between Rupert Sheldrake’s Morphic Resonance and Christopher Knight’s Unknown Creative Agency. 

Sheldrake’s Morphic Resonance testifies that the universe acting as the intermediary for the formation of intelligent creatures on earth. It’s more of the evolution of the consciousness itself and we are the intelligence’s expression of itself. These are in harmony with the theories proposed by numerous scientists, which demands the total abandonment of traditional belief systems, even if it means abandoning one’s religion. Christopher Knight’s Unknown Creative Agency is a radical theory of the existence of intelligent life forms occupying the universe, acting as the vessel for the universal language of genius to be expressed via genetic materials.

The Creative Intelligent Agency Hypothesis 

1. The Moon was engineered by an unknown agency circa 4.6 billion years ago to act as an incubator to promote intelligent life on Earth.

2. The unknown agency knew that humanoids would be the result of the evolutionary chain.

3. That unknown agency wanted the resulting humanoids to know what had been done and they left a message indicated by the dynamics of the Moon and its relationship with the Earth.

The Moon isn’t a perfect spherical celestial object as the poets saw it. And the Moon just appeared on the scene of humanity miraculously as the philosophers like Aristotle speak in the Constitution of Tages, that the Pelasgian people inhabited the Earth “before the Moon appeared in the heavens .” And the ancient Tibetan texts also say that in the disappeared continent of Gondwana , where ancient Lemuria was, the Moon did not exist . Inmanuel Velikovsky , a Russian researcher, stated in the 1950s that there are no clear records of the Moon in many ancient cultures.

Lemuria was the home of many primates and first humans. So, the Moon could have been built and placed strategically by the UCA in order to guide the newly emerged human race to form civilization. Our ancestors would have looked at the sky and sensed the patterns that hinted at the flow of time. 

The Moon is an artificial satellite built by the Unknown Creative Agency to act the catalysis for the formation of genetic materials which will be interwoven into the morphology of the modern humans. And while delving into the intricate storage area within the nucleus of the human cell, one couldn’t fail to notice that those “junk” DNA materials are tightly guarded by the protective system designed for Homo Sapiens. Perhaps these “junk” DNA are there to shape the next possible evolution of human beings, who knows? 

And I’m beginning to suspect that the so-called “gods” are the gatekeepers who are there to guide human beings to the next phase of evolution. And the esoteric teaching and revelations from these gods (aliens) helped the human race to emerge as the intelligent species equipped with advanced mathematics, astronomy and sciences. Consider Aryabhatta in the Indus valley inventing the first numerical system. Think about the Egyptians who built the pyramids. The ancients were advanced and civillized before the patriarchal God appeared on the scene to destroy the powers that animated our forefathers. Think about it. 


Heresy is the eternal dawn, the morning star, the glittering herald of the day. Heresy is the last and best thought. It is the perpetual New World, the unknown sea, toward which the brave all sail. It is the eternal horizon of progress.
Heresy extends the hospitalities of the brain to a new thought.
Heresy is a cradle; orthodoxy, a coffin.

Robert G. Ingersoll

The denial has placed me deep in the rut and it seems impossible to evade the decay. Conceited by the byproduct of my reasoning , I have descended into this perpetual limbo . I cringed at the slightest evanescent dread. Traumatic imagery has turned off my resilience against the seed of suspicions. Wading through this dreary passage has strained every fiber in my body. And I wonder whether I will live through another rendition. I lost the power to sustain an illusion of smug contentment. This putrid surroundings had callously alienated me.I don’t belong here. All of this means nothing to offer solace or comfort. For those whom have chosen to dwell upon the shallow hope has nothing other than the sniggering voice against the escalating threat . I don’t want to descend with them into tunnel of nonexistence , condemned to rot in infernal dwellings. I have been losing myself because of the stubborn convictions. Why am I defending this paranoid trespasses with lame justifications ? What is this nugatory hoaxes that turned my world upside down? How did I lost the grip on the reality and forced to survive schizophrenic aberrations? The uprising voice in me is silenced . Anger is suffused.

The clairvoyant mental aberrationsmade me revel in confusion. I have often wondered what is the grand scheme of things hidden in the foundation of the world. God seemed to have withdrawn His presence from the world , His is ever more elusive , declined to interfere with the affairs of human beings. He is rather removed from the picture where human race dominates the earth and alters the world beyond recognition. I have insecurities as well as courage to wade the unknown. I had always moved by something rare….I’m propelled by the belief that the world is more than what it appears from the surface. There is something bigger than this degenerative stagnation. The disembodied voices in the mind convicted my frailties. They have dissected my mind to see the backlash against the divine. They are inclined towards the faintest sign of rebellion. They wage war against spirituality , hell-bent to devour the divine spark from my soul before pushing me tumbling downwards towards the abyss , from where there is no respite or redemption. While the truth lies buried under the vicious cycle of sublime war , the shadows acts in a fraction of second to blur the distinction between the truth and lies.

It is beyond my power to make the world make sense. The reality is grayed , made to appear as a mirage so that I would succumb into desperation to end the pain. Inciting the fear , the enemies succeeded to establish their own fallible version of the perception. I have seen the Adversary as the primal energy operating in the smooth , nefarious way. He is hidden in the illusion of sins and yet he is manifested in diseases, war and poverty. His psychic power is unprecedented destructive seed which sways us from the Truth. Should I wait for the saviour who will never materialize , never to come near me and take my hands , guide me to the liberation? Should I wallow in this dark pit forever? This is the self destructive speculation , utter waste of time. I am fighting a lost battle with imaginary enemies , only real in my mind. Is it worth risking my sanity to pour every single remaining bits of the residual strength into this vain warfare? How to justify the wasted time , literally a decade to abdicate the depression , remembering how I fought violently to defend my vanishing existence? The stupendous promises and dogmas that has no actual bearing on the reality would not create the freedom I had envisioned long ago.

Layers of facade blocked my vision and made my heart stiff , unable to grasp the gratuitous beauty or truth. Lacked the tranquil mind made me waver at the encounter with the demanding modern life. Made me vulnerable and fragile. It is my frailty to place confidence in flailing doctrines which serves as the pacifier for the perishing mass to placate them further into discordant situation. Having believed in the hoax disguised as the saving faith , my mind runs on a rut that is impossible to escape without being intercepted into the subtle control mechanism. Rendering the fate as the narrow road into oblivious destination , I could no longer bear the consensus price I need to pay to keep my mind silent at the volatile blind faith. How much longer I can suppress the force that is building up within me to revoke the falsehood absorbed so conveniently? How to locate and destroy the source of this degenerative seed? The denial goes deeper into subliminal level , created the bondage in which I’m trapped.

Unravelled psychic energy would have built the aura of positive energy field in me to fend off the spiritual attack. But those perennial wisdom were rejected and discarded as pagan and heretic debauchery. Therefore every avenue of self awakening is shut , made me to grow weaker and dejected inside of an elusive projection. The divinity ascribed to the beings who had ludicrously vanished the established order and installed a false sense of religiosity, spreading subtle perversion. This is the snare awaiting every single soul that believes in this obliterated sects. My mind was sinking lower into tentative argumentation , infiltrating the essential components that makes up the rationality. Therefore it is an aberration to the healthy functioning of the mental faculty , deprived of the crucial interpretation of the reality. The theology has ingrained deep mental inertia , circumvented the intellectual progress and free expression. The stark stagnation had brought down the ingenuity that would liberate individuals like me.

Those doctrines planted deep into the average minds vested the supernatural fear as the most powerful control mechanism. They obeyed stoicism without question , surrendered their will power and logical thinking. Religion serves as pacifier whenever humanity faces the unknown. The prospect of certain death has been the splinter behind the human brain ; death is mysterious , powerful and subtle. It has the potential to break up lives with egregious speed with time as its faithful ally. Many fail to grasp the death with respect and awe it deserves , they bury the very presence of it with the promises of eternal bliss , until it is too late to act on it. They forget to be truly alive and cherish each moment as extension credited to them until the flame of life extinguished forever. How vain is human life circumcised by religion and traditions which were created by suspicion and fear in the first place? And how placating are the superstitions disguised as religious beliefs ? I don’t believe in those superstitions aimed to destroy my life and indeed , I am proudly a heretic!

Inner Silence

The cacophony of the preprogrammed mind is deafening. The reason for this wretchedness is conformity, the unwavering obedience to the norms, expectations and the gaslighting tactics of the those vested with power. And slowly, a young person learns to assume the identity given by the machine society. Any sense of realness slips from the sanity eventually. The utter meaninglessness of the senseless facade leads to the loss of willpower. This assumed identity comes with preprogrammed stimulus which will quickly transformed into a set of “appropriate” responses. 

This is the curse of the preprogrammed mind. It often strikes the innate voice of the sanity. It attacks the conscience and creates a painful battle, a battle between the soul and the false self. The false self will try to drown the inner voice through noise, but during some rare moments of lucidity, this cacophony will simply fade into background. Many people have lost their ability to connect with the intuitive force due to the disintegration of the precious inner voice. The overwhelming confusion and chaos leads to slow decay. 

This inner voice is the guiding light that ignites the divine flame within, the radiance of the fire that chastises one’s senses will empower and embolden his heart to overthrow the stronghold of falsehood. It’s the first step towards redeeming the soul. The ability to tune out the noise will create more space for silence to dwell in the inner realm of a person. With silence, the inner workings of the mind could pierce the opaque clouds of the false self. Slowly, the impurities which plagued the soul will dissolve and fade away. 

The noise leads to slavery. The mental slavery is very important to uphold the systemic tyranny, both physical and emotional. The reclaim the inner silence, the noise needs to be shut down. It’s by looking upon oneself as the enemy within, the noise will be forced to die out. The war is against the foreign elements imposed upon the soul by the false identity. This is the grand battle to redeem one’s soul. The reflection on the mirror is the faded remembrance of the real self that was alive once. So don’t let the world to tell you who you are. 

Life As A Conscious Choice

Life is either a daring adventure or nothing at all.

Helen Keller

It’s like I’ve arrived at a standpoint, and I’ve stopped here. Observing the void silently and pondering what kind of future it holds for me. If life’s a predestined journey, what’s left for me to anticipate? Life should be lived consciously and not experienced passively. I would like to be an insider within my life’s story, not as the witness to the uncontrollable sets of events happening to me. 

The morbid taste of dangerous freedom isn’t the average adrenaline spike in the bloodstream, but it’s the act of defiance ; and it’s unavailable to those who are lazy to examine their lives. Life is like an unconscious stream of predetermined selection from the “menu” set up by those occupying the power hierarchy. All they’ve done is to say “yes” to one or more of the available options in which they’ll be conducting themselves. 

But a life lived consciously with sanity and conscience is a difficult one. There’s too much independent decision making involved and obviously the choices aren’t the ones approved by societal norms or the power vanguards. It’s not the preprogrammed kind of future but a whole bunch of unpredictable outcomes from daring ventures. The rebellious, audacious spirit fans the flame of individuality.

Society everywhere is in conspiracy against the manhood of every one of its members. The virtue in most request is conformity. Self-reliance is its aversion. It loves not realities and creators, but names and customs.

Ralph Waldo Emerson

Individualism is a revolt against the conformist culture which precipitates the passive consumerism. The conformist culture is firmly rooted in the cowardice of the herd mentality. If life’s to be a daring adventure, each and every single piece of thought must be introspected consciously. There’s no space to fall back into what’s familiar and comforting. One must be willing to forsake comfort in order to reclaim what’s lost. 


The Exclusive Zone of Creativity

This site is devoted to record the odd ruminations flashing as the intuitive force during some rare moments of lucidity.

Streaks of Surrealism

A unique approach to the creative side of mine. A project which began with an idea of transcending the natural borderline between the objective and subjective experiences.