Circle of Beings
By Patrick Morgan
I had the same experience as Theo with a circle of beings that were with me for years, although I haven't "seen" them lately. They are mysterious, I must say! It started when I began doing Transcendental Meditation when I was 16 and then at times during latihan or at home when I was going to sleep or resting. That story you published in the last edition of Reminders was the first time I heard of anyone experiencing anything similar.
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Aspects of God
It came to me that there is the Essence of God, the Existence of God, and the Personality of God.
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Fasting and Prayer
By Emmanuel Williams
I think of fasting as a way of telling oneself – i.e. the various forces and habits within one – "I'm really serious about this… I mean this." It's a deep focusing, a summoning or pulling together of energies with a specific intention– finding a home, a better job, friendship, more love in a relationship… and in my experience, it works. To be honest I don't quite understand how. I'm not a sage or a guru. I'm an elder.
When fasting is combined with prayer then the outcome can be quite significant.
Our world is experiencing grave problems – global heating, the growth of authoritarianism, the suffering of millions of children. I believe that one way to respond to what's going on around us – and within us – is fasting and prayer. It’s a kind of spiritual activism. The material energy is growing increasingly dominant, and the higher energies are losing their influence. I believe that committing oneself to repeated and regular fasting and prayer can and will bring the energies in the world back to how they should be. And the greater the number of people doing this, the greater the potential for positive change.
The practical details are up to each one of us. How often we fast, how long we fast, the prayers that we speak, silently or aloud, alone or with others…all this is according to our choice and capacity. My own inclination is to fast on Sundays, on what used to be called the Sabbath. No food from sunrise to sunset – if I can make it. No TV. No texting or emailing. Quiet walks. Good books to read. Glorious music to listen to.
Because I worked for much of my life as a teacher, I intend to pray for the well-being the world's children, that they may be given the love and security they need to thrive. But that's my choice.
I'm hoping and praying that as many of my brothers and sisters – not just Subud members - will be moved to fast and pray for our human race and for our home.
May God bless us and help us.
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Reconciling the Spiritual Events and Insights By Lucas Horton
This piece is a part of me reconciling the spiritual events and insights that have come to me from doing this latihan for 45 years, these insights have also intensified in the last three to four years as being part of the Zone 3 KC dewan. They have had profound consequences for how I see the world and form a backdrop for my everyday life. I have been looking for meaning, or rather looking for a deeper meaning to life and therefore my own life. So please bear with me.
I suspect that when human beings were created we were given a number of inner organs, at least three, maybe more. The energising of these inner organs is what has driven our evolution from primitive animal-like behaviours. The heart and mind have been just two of these, and they have helped us move away from the forests of Africa to the International Space Station. The heart and mind are both organs of discretion, allowing us to use our physical senses and develop our physical lives.
I am convinced that we are now in another evolutionary phase where another inner organ is being energised, one that has been in us from the beginning, but has been dormant or only activated by a few.
That is the organ of surrender. This organ is different from the heart and mind in that it is not an organ of discretion. It is an organ of inner spiritual connection. When activated we are connected to something outside our physical lives. Through this inner organ we can feel peace and love in our body and become a channel for higher powers to come into our lives and through our lives into the whole world. It is also an organ that allows us to find a new way to connect with each other. We can connect at this spiritual level rather than just physically.
There are many things happening in the world that show signs of this evolutionary step change. One that is obvious is on a social level is about the unity and equality amongst all of mankind. Irrespective of race, religion, gender, sexual preferences.
However back to the insights described below, they are really for me by me but others may find them interesting, or it may stimulate others to bring forth their own insights, which I would look forward to reading and adding to my own.
More than anything else it is important for me to be honest, both with myself and with others.
This is me, this is who I am, this is how I was made.
The First Spiritual Event: The Awakening.
The first event happened on the day I was opened in Subud
In truth, I had been looking for it for some time, this searching for meaning. I first thought that I had found it when I first read about Subud in books, then not so when I actually met Subud members.
However six months later I realised that Subud did have what I was looking for, even if the evidence wasn’t really there in the Subud members that I met.
Standing there in that first latihan, I felt that I didn’t really feel anything other than that at one point I had a feeling that I was on the ceiling looking down at myself in the room. It seemed like a small thing at the time but now I realise that it was the awakening of something spiritual. The spiritual me. That spiritual me is still here, forming a bridge between this physical world and a wider spiritual world.
The following insights are and were the experiences of this spiritual being who was awakened on that day. The process of the last 45 years has been about integrating this spiritual being with this physical life that I lead which is what I am doing now writing this. I now know that this spiritual being had and has a life beyond the confines of this body which will surely soon die as all physical bodies do.
The Second Spiritual Event: The Throne of God.
This experience is worth mentioning, but for many years I didn’t really believe it. It was when my spirit was taken to the throne of God. I understand that this picture is in a form that my limited brain can understand.
I was taken to the side of the throne which was endlessly tall and seemed to be made of stone but was also in continuous internal motion in a way that scrambled my visual perceptions. Fluid and solid at the same time. As I watched this side of the throne it was like looking at the veiled (in stone) entrance to another world. The motion slowed, then congealed and finally stopped and a creature came out of the throne, human in shape but not human. He/she came out of the throne and entered my chest. No introductions or anything like that.
One of the curious things about this particular spiritual event was the circumstances of what I was doing at the time. It was in the time that I was running Premier Hotels and I had a Jacuzzi in the swimming pool area that I had built on the side of my house in Scotland.
After a week of living and working in London with non stop business meetings I would return to the family home on a Friday night, and would do a few lengths of the pool and then chill out in the Jacuzzi. It was on one of these occasions that I had this experience whilst I was sitting in the Jacuzzi alone.
There was no flying through the heavens, doing prayers, seeing Bapak or anything like that, just one second chilling out in the Jacuzzi, the next second at the throne of God meeting my guide, and then back in the Jacuzzi.
So this was in the 1990’s, at least 25 years ago.
The Third Spiritual Event: The Angel Gabriel Tells it Straight.
It was soon afterwards, certainly after Bapak had died, that I was taken to witness a meeting between the Angel Gabriel and some Subud members. The Angel, complete with huge wings, was standing tall, explaining to the Subud members that they could not hold onto Bapak’s legacy any more for it was already out in the world.
Why I was taken to witness this I do not know, other than maybe to chronicle it now. For it is only now that I have become curious or understanding about the experience.
Bapak’s legacy being ‘out in the world’ has profound consequences not just for me but for Subud and Subud members at this time. Indeed, it has even more profound consequences for all of mankind.
The Fourth Spiritual Event: Kippure - What the Latihan Is and what the Latihan Does.
It was in one of the general latihans that we were doing in one of the houses in the early days of this dewan, when I was shown what was happening with the latihan.
I was moved to the window and looked out onto the hillside. I watched as the latihan descended like a sparkling concentrated rain. Firstly the latihan was manifesting in the world because we were doing latihan together. There were three distinct things that I became aware of that the latihan was doing.
Firstly it descended at a physical level and radiated out in the landscape, affecting all the land and everything in it.
Secondly it radiated out into all the people in the immediate vicinity, irrespective of whether they were Subud members or not.
Thirdly because it came from the realm beyond time, it radiated out in time, into the past and into the future.
This insight has many consequences. Mainly it is about the effect of the latihan on the general landscape and on the general population.
The Fifth Spiritual Event: Poland -The Latihan Radiating out into the Universe.
During one of the morning latihans I became aware that the strength of the latihan was radiating out into the universe far beyond the earth, out into space. I could see this vibrating latihan like a radio signal radiating out from a loudspeaker, out into the cosmos.
Watching as this wave radiated out I saw in odd isolated places four or five heads poking into this wave from the outside as if they had been alerted to something going on and were curious to take a look. Here I heard the following ‘Behold the upgrade of the Human Race’.
The Sixth Spiritual Event: Lisbon - My Life Purpose.
It was part of a test that we were doing about what was the purpose of the meeting, and as sometimes happens with me a small question has a big answer, my receiving was not what is the purpose of the meeting but ‘What was the purpose of my life’. The answer was twofold.
Firstly, it was to surrender as deeply and as often as possible, which included doing a few minutes latihan every day and being really wide inside, this width was the important thing, and also going for longer walks where I have developed a walking latihan where I feel the vibration of the latihan in my body as I walk.
That was powerful enough, but the second half of the receiving was also very specific and clear. I was to make connection with others and to reach below the levels of the likes and dislikes to where we are all equal and where we are all human.
In that picture the connections were made with everyone in the room and when enough of us were connected together like that we became like a loudspeaker, where we take in the vibration of the latihan and reradiate it out into the world, and in this way we become amplifiers of the Grace.
Since this receiving I have had the insight that this is actually why human beings were created, to go out and take on corporeal form, then to come together so that we become not only channels for Grace but amplifiers of that Grace everywhere in the physically created universe.
The Seventh Spiritual Event: Orgiva - Twenty Human Beings.
In the very first latihan at one of our meetings in Orgiva, it was like someone saying to me the following: “If only twenty of you could become true human beings this world that you live in would be transformed”.
So apart from the normal day to day activities of being me, resolving all these insights into an understanding of what is really going on has become my principal occupation and why I am always writing stuff. I am trying to make sense of it all. I now feel that I need to share this with others at least so that people can understand what I am going through and to link up with like-minded people.
All these spiritual events and insights have but one aim, to show the direction I need to go in to become a human being. For me this is a clear message, and becomes clearer every day. Through all this my faith in the latihan has strengthened, and once I accept the insights the world becomes a safer and more positive place.
When I start to look out in the world for Bapak’s legacy, I am shown what he did rather than what he said. What he did was that he travelled the world many times with this wide feeling inside allowing the latihan to radiate from him wherever he went.
His latihan opened the world, and his latihan radiated out healing, planting seeds in the local land and in the local population. He also connected with all of us on his travels. Recently while in Holland we watched a video of Bapak in 1981 giving a talk where he blew into everyone’s ears from the inside, amongst other things. He could do this because he was connected to all of us in that deep inner place whilst being really wide inside.
It was not magic, it is something we should all aspire to. We can only manage it when we have that deep spiritual connection to each other whilst being in a state of surrender.
Lastly these insights have given methis understanding that there are other beings out there in the universe, who are sensitive enough to know what is going on here.
I feel very grateful to be alive at this time in the world when the first stirrings of this new way of life - of surrender and connection - is beginning to manifest, and that there are others who are also on the same or a similar path.
So forgive me for this if any of this makes people feel uncomfortable. It has been a cathartic experience for me to get it down on paper, and there may even be some truths here.
In any event I feel it appropriate to share it with my fellow KC’s.
It’s what we do. We surrender, we share, we connect.
All praise be to Almighty God.
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By Iljas Jamiesen
On Christmas Eve 1974, tropical Cyclone Tracy devastated the city of Darwin in the Northern Territory of Australia while I was living there. It was a category four cyclone and destroyed Darwin in a few hours causing $624 million dollars in damage. Fortunately, most of the 40,000 population were away on Christmas leave, including the two senior ladies from our Subud group.
After living in Jakarta for a year, I asked Bapak where I should go and he’d sent me to Australia, and when my plane landed in that little multicultural city, I decided to stay. Darwin, once known as a wild frontier town of searing heat, crocodiles, eccentric misfits and booze, is situated on the Timor Sea at the very top end of Australia. I rented a tropical, wooden house on high stumps, a typical one with a steep pitched iron roof in Searcy Street behind the Post Office and let a couple of rooms to fellow travellers. I joined the small Subud group and found employment cleaning planes at the airport. Eighteen months later, I’d bought a half share in a small business and had just started flying lessons, when Tracy slammed into the place and the airport and planes were damaged.
During this terrifying and noisy experience, where the winds at their worst broke the wind measuring device at 300 miles, many people were killed, a lot of them decapitated by flying sheets of corrugated iron roofs and windows. Hundreds suffered horrific injuries, probably to die later. Whole houses were lifted up and smashed into other homes and cars flew about. Tracy stayed hovering over the city and was at its worst from midnight to six in the morning. It rattled and rocked houses until nails, nuts and bolts came loose so that buildings fell apart and with the pressure many structures just exploded. It was reported that people sheltering in cars were picked up into the air, blown a few hundred yards and then dumped down again.
The myriad sheets of corrugated iron flying around and scraping along the ground sounded like a thousand violins playing out of tune and a man I knew who’d been living on a yacht in the inner harbour, was washed overboard during the cyclone and was swept across the harbour into some mangrove swamps where he’d hung unconscious all night. He was discovered still unconscious the next day. Hanging in the mangroves had kept him safe from crocodiles.
I’d been a post-graduate student at the Architecture Asscn in London at a time when Subud member Michael Lloyd was Principal and this informed my first move which was to stop the roof on my house from popping. Because there had been a false cyclone warning a week earlier for a cyclone that didn’t arrive, I’d bought an extremely large tarpaulin to manage the winds. We covered the windward side of the house with the tarpaulin and opened all the windows on the leeward side, so that the pressure under the roof could be released. As a result, we were ready when the cyclone struck, had the only roof in the street and the house held together well. The eye of the storm arrived at 3 a.m. and all became silent and still. I’d read that the winds come from the opposite side after the eye passes over and so there we were at 3 a.m. hurriedly moving that tarpaulin to the other side, opening the other windows and shutting those which we’d previously opened. Sure enough, 15 minutes later, all hell broke loose!
Here I am, forty-four years later writing this with tears streaming down my face, such was the trauma of Cyclone Tracy. Although it was a frightening experience, I was aware of the strength and clarity of the latihan within and how it was keeping me steady, directed and alert. I felt able to be focussed and calm-- I needed to be, because the place soon became absolute bedlam.
Broken glass was literally everywhere and homeless people were drifting around with unprotected cut feet. One of the boarders in my house had been an Army Medic and I’d been a Nurse’s Aid in my youth, so we decided to set up a first aid station. I put notices at both ends of the street with arrows announcing FIRST AID STATION. I strongly felt that it was incumbent on me, after all the blessings I’d had since I was opened and my wayward life turned around, to look after people to the best of my ability because the hospital was a mile out of town.
We were told to contact some nuns, who gave us bandages and a supply of rubber sandals which had been given to them. Woolworths also gave me their entire stock of rubber sandals, a hamburger place owned by a Subud member passed over all the food from his shop. People came for first aid, water, food, footwear and comforting. There was no running water or electricity. The prisoners either broke out of or were released from Gunn Point Prison Farm outside of town and they’d helped themselves to a truck and come to town. Eventually eight of them moved in with us. They were helpful and managed to find large plastic barrels and fill them with fresh water which was a precious commodity by this time. Eventually there were 36 men and women living in and under the house, also six children. During the worst of the cyclone, I put the children in the bathroom sleeping between two big mattresses.
Before Tracy, in our front garden, had been four huge palm trees. Three had now blown away completely and only one was left standing at an angle of 45 degrees. A nearby steel power pylon had been literally flattened so that it was bent to 90 degrees resting 18 inches above the ground and, of all things, a World War 2 style British Army helmet had blown into our garden.
The day after the worst of it, I needed to check on my little shop where I had been making made-to-measure leather sandals, so I set off on my pushbike, wearing an army camouflage rain cape somebody lent me and I donned the tin army helmet. After the completely separate cyclone alert that had arrived seven days before, I’d taped all the windows in the shop and the house and only a couple of windows in the shop had broken and the shop and the stock were intact. However, because there were looters around, I arranged for the stock to be removed to my house. I must have looked like authority riding along in the camouflage gear and helmet, because I noticed looters ducking out of sight.
The heat was intense because this was near the Equator and also this was the wet season, so it was around 96 degrees Farenheit with humidity extremely high (Darwin only knows two seasons wet and dry because it is very hot all year round). Tempers also ran high. When one of the prisoners, a French drug dealer, indulged himself by climbing into one of those big barrels of what was intended to be drinking water and gave himself a bath, an infuriated Italian started a knife fight. At this point in the midst of wild weather and wild men, I was given inner command to stop these people fighting and I ordered them to vacate the premises which, to my surprise, they did!
I say to my surprise, because I’d always been an unassertive person. Although highly educated, here I was, a skinny hippie from London in a steamy frontier town among these wild characters. After that experience, I exercised control over and rationed the clean drinking water and just as well because shortage of water was soon to be a major problem everywhere.
Two drunks were sleeping in the back garden and I didn’t like them. Because of the heat and no running water, after a few days quite a lot of us went swimming in the sea not giving any thought to salt-water crocs and I confess those drunks were so awful, that I wished they would drown, but no - instead, I got my just desserts and was stung by some broken off sea wasp tentacle and the poison from that was enough to hospitalize me with dangerous temperatures and agonizing pain. The wound had to be dowsed with methylated spirits every half hour and I bore the scars for three years. Instant karma.
For a while, Darwin was dangerous. The Air Force were issued with weapons to shoot looters who were now breaking into surviving houses and I took to carrying a rifle over my arm. A gun dealer whose shoes I was mending sold me a .22 rifle and ammunition and gave me a certificate to show the police. At five o’clock one morning, the looters eventually came to my house. I appeared with the rifle over my arm and coolly said “Can I help you?” and off they went.
There were usually tribal Aboriginals in town, but following their human instincts, they’d sensed the winds coming and left well before Tracy struck. I’d had an invitation at the home of some Indonesian friends for Eid al-Adha which was on Christmas Day, and I arrived to find that fortunately they still had a roof and had not missed a beat. If they needed the toilet, they just went into the garden; they’d husked some coconuts, made an oil lamp, lit a fire and were stewing the meal in coconut water, as originally planned. It was a relaxed atmosphere and a break from the stress elsewhere. They didn’t seem to see a cyclone as a traumatic event.
It soon became urgent that everybody had to be evacuated to avoid disease and also because the Army and Navy needed to get on with their tasks. America sent in giant Starlifters, a plane much larger than anything Australia possessed, and Indonesia also sent many planes. The rest of the airlift was undertaken by Air Force Hercules transports, commercial airliners and small aircraft constantly landing and taking off, bound for all major airports around the country. Air traffic control was being conducted from Katherine about 300 kilometres away from Darwin. A man had been seconded from retirement because they needed the old style air traffic controllers who could visualise the plane positions now that technology was no help. Apparently there were many near misses in the skies above, which were full with planes coming and going in bad weather.
One Air Force Hercules full of evacuees was hit by lightning one hour after takeoff and had to turn back. However, all instrumentation and communications at Darwin airport were blown out from the cyclone and with no electricity for lights, the pilots couldn’t see the airport. The crew of that Hercules was also having to rely on their old navigation skills without the use of instruments because of the lightning strike. The night being stormy, navigation by the stars was no help. So with Darwin blacked out they couldn't make a sighting and with no Hercules' communication system Katherine couldn't help either. Apparently they droned about in the skies for seven hours looking for some indication of Darwin and just as fuel was becoming a concern, the crew spotted car lights that appeared to be highlighting an airstrip. Night flying had been forbidden but someone had heard the Hercules droning around in circles for hours, maybe in trouble or maybe lost, so the decision had been made to light up the runway with cars turning on their headlights, much as country people do for the Royal Flying Doctor Service.
The shock to those poor passengers to find themselves landed back in Darwin after hours of flying, and to realise their very lucky deliverance, caused some people on that flight to have hysterics. Apparently there were many sobbing women and the Airport staff were trying to calm them. Everybody was still in shock from the cyclone and to have this happen, well, it was just too much.
After the evacuations had taken place, I stayed behind with others and helped with the cleanup. Among other tasks, I tidied up the library in the Community College, rescued books and dried out what I could. The temperature was very high so I was asked to cut the long grass at the college because of fire risk. Money felt useless and I gave some of mine to a prisoner who was headed south. (Now that they were out they were out, and nobody attempted to lock them up again as far as I know.) I was given a ticket to fly out six weeks later and stayed away for two weeks. I then returned to live in Darwin for another sixteen months teaching Indonesian at the High School before permanently moving South. At the time, newspapers Australia-wide were reporting only 42 dead. I don’t know why this was under-reported, because a police officer I knew told me that with the help of eighteen prisoners from Fanny Bay Jail, they’d collected bodies for thirty six hours.
When I’d looked around, I noted that the Catholic and Anglican churches were destroyed, yet the Seventh Day Adventist and Jehovah’s Witness churches were still standing, as though God was on the side of the non-mainstream churches. The school rented for group latihan by Subud Darwin was completely intact and only the house of one Subud man, an American who was away at the time and never returned, was damaged. .When I looked over his house, everything was destroyed except his Koran, which I still have to this day if ever he wants to come and collect it.
I really cannot imagine what the Cyclone Tracy experience would have been like for me without the latihan. It just seemed to provide all necessary Guidance.
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