Monday, Dec 10th, 2007.
Manic Monday the Bangles sang.

And so it was when the energy shifted at 4.00pm and the pace of work exploded. The wires buzzed hot with news of a world in transition. It was 2.30am before I felt I could sit back and breathe deep.

I found the end to be a unique beginning.

A true Malaysian, said our prime minister, understood very well the impact of careless words and actions.
A true Malaysian, said our prime minister, was acutely aware of who would be provoked into retaliation and who would actually suffer the consequences.
A true Malaysian, said our prime minister, would try to be judicious in word and deed, even when striving for change.
“We understand that our situation demands balance, conscientiousness and a sense of accountability…” he said. “I’m willing to sacrifice public freedoms for the sake of national stability… We must never ever take our peace for granted.”

Monday, Dec 10th, 2007.
Walking Down Your Street the Bangles sang.

It was a tranquil start to the day. People smiled everywhere I went. From the Nepali security guards at my gatehouse to the Chinese owner of the restaurant where I ordered lunch, from the Malay pakcik cabbie who drove me to work to the Indian security guards there on road duty.

Monday, Dec 10th, 2007.
Walk Like An Egyptian the Bangles sang.

I walked in the drizzle, honouring the walk of the Phoenicians, and felt the energy rise through the ashes of universal discord, seeking the peace that would become the Order of the Universal Day.

Monday, Dec 10th, 2007.
Following Michael of the Bangles sang.

It’s the guitar again. Pa promised me one as a kid. Never got it, and I held it against him even after he passed on a year later ‘cos I loved the way it sounded. But now its chords were haunting me; had been since sleeptime Sunday.

HE sang to me in the silkiness of the dark early morn, teasing my eye open even as my eyes slumbered shut. A distant figure spotlighted alone and seated.
Looking straight ahead he strummed his guitar. “Time goes by so slowly and time can do so much. ARE YOU STILL MINE?”
The words pierced deep, jolting my senses to an awakeness and an awareness. THAT voice.

“Bugger you,” I thought Sunday. “What now?” But I felt cosseted.

Come Monday, I dawdled in the drizzle, hoping for an empty elevator for a few more precious moments of aloneness.

But I could dawdle no longer, it was close to 2pm, the bewitching hour when duty called. I stepped out in haste onto the second floor foyer and found out “what now”.

Six feet and more of meat and bones that I’d referred to as a Jackass with an opinion umpteen moons ago was ambling its way into reception, thwarting my urge to barrel straight through.

And the words of Wise Council, written for down the road, came to me: “There is a season everything turns around and consciousness wakes up ignited every day. The Panther as the Quantum Mechanic sets the (white) tone in the home (of the GreenBlue Gate).”

As I stepped into line, Wise Council continued: “There are particles of choice that work always when entering the house of lite, and those aligned wear it well.”

I stared straight ahead, unsmiling.

“SLEEPING BEAUTY returns and wakes up refreshed, aligned, and in hands of team mates ready to move Project Peace into motion. Accentuating this fact are those unafraid of truth and its Sacred Presence on land.”

Oh heavens, subtlety is not an attribute of Modern Heaven either.

“The rays combine efforts in physical union and join together what is properly intended. This takes a little more effort on the earth beings part to make haste and ’step out’ more where you are led by the heavens to be. At any given time your entire life could change based on a multitude of songs. The world is your juke box, and it is THE COIN you put it in that plays the celestial songnote.”

Monday, Dec 10th, 2007.
The Bangles sing Eternal Flame.

There’s a revolution going on, don’t you see?