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Reaching Out –
Exploring Beyond the Senses
https://middlepathofmoderation.wordpress.com/

‘Wait a minute… don’t make me open my mouth and wave my wand’, was my response, when the war on Islam  washed up on the exquisitely  beautiful, yet, filthy shores of the land of my birth  – Paradise Island – Sri Lanka.
Swine cast before the Pearl of the Indian Ocean
Trash washed up.

View Sri Lanka through the eyes of Duran Duran

Save a Prayer

Wake Up Sri Lanka

This was seriously dangerous trash.
operation 969 sri lankaA poisonous, ruthless, monolithic monster had leaped out of the carved stone with finicky tastes and ravenous appetite:
It salivated at the succulent tender flesh of Muslims:
Those who isolate Allah alone for worship.
It liked me.
Yikes…
Eek!

The Gog and Magog – Ya’jooj and Ma’jooj – Death Eaters had arrived.
Tom Riddle alias Lord Voldemort – the Antichrist Dajjal – was on his way.

OMG – I WAS Harry Potter!
I had the heritage:
I had pottered with all sorts of things…
I came from the land of Adam’s Peak!
I had the Celestine Prophecy
I had the biography.
I couldn’t avoid it.

Damned if You Do, Damned if You Don’t

I had the scar of the childhood hex, thanks to my family.
I was the mystical Jimi Hendrix – Voodoo Child – Stone Free, Manic Depression, in a Purple Haze, but Hey Joe, there was a Red House on the yonder – where my baby stayed…

I was experienced.

I was a Punk:

Enter Maha Sona the Punk 16-yearsI was the Deep Purple Child in Time:
I knew the Led Zeppelin Stairway to Heaven.
I was Leonard Cohen – Suzanne.

I was the Best Creative Head Hairdresser of the Year – the Cutting Crew barber of Colombo, Sri Lanka.
I knew barbershop harmony.
I was Cat Stevens – Yusuf Islam – Sitting and singing Where Are You, Peace Train – in Kathmandu…

In the Garden of Gethsemane,
I was the definition of genius:
1% inspiration
99% perspiration –
I was Jesus!
Jesus Christ Superstar – as the Andrew Lyod Webber opera had taught me;
I was Cassias Clay – Muhammad Ali
Simon and Garfunkle – The Boxer…
The famous Bridge Over troubled Waters – as love gave birth to me…

I was Bruce Lee – as my father had taught me.
Red Hot Chillie Pepper – as my mother, described me.

Muhammad Ali – Black Superman Song

I was Ishmaeel – the answer to (my great-grandfather’s) prayer – as my noble grandma had reminded me.
My father had sacrificed me to God and my life had been spared – to serve a higher purpose:
I was Shine On You Crazy Diamond – Pink Floyd
the unlettered bard –  the ummi!
I had to rise like a prophet –
as my eldest brother had noted, with dark irritation towards me…
and shine like a Grand Vizier, as he’d quip, when his mood was bright and chirpy.

I was the curse
born after the eclipse baby
– the middle child –
my other brother.
I was the youngest,
the holy ghost
of the Barnes sibling trinity!

So bless my soul,
I was Spooky –
as friends and colleagues identified me.

In the Interview with the Vampire; I was the ghost of Cathy haunting Heathcliff –
in Emily Bronte’s Wuthering Heights classic:
I am Heathcliff.
You’ll have to wait weight
Hajiani Sara – Prophet Abraham’ first wife –
mother of the Christian branch!

I am the enlightened one –
the golden (child)
– Sona
One of Sri Lanka’s Ten Giants – the legendary hero devil
Maha Sona.

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The sack ghost phantom of lore – the fabled gonibilla.

My ship had arrived – I was in the Tri-wizard Tournament – Armageddon
OMG war!
Outcome: the wand
Bismillah,
In the name of God,
it was my turn to lead solo!

Outcome: the guitar
serenade the event, Santana,
Oya Como Wa

Easy, Lional Ritchie:
Enter the Dragon:
Be like water, Bruce Lee –
God, is your friend.

I was an element bending avatar – the bloodbending  Avatar Maha Sona  – a most dreadful thing!

Avatar Maha Sona
I was the big mouth Sona, t
he proverbial Cacofonix – The Unlettered BardReaching Out
with musical string…

Join Reaching Out
I had a song to sing.

I was indeed,
in deed –
the most unwanted
wanted thing.

‘Believe in the unseen to see’ – Sona-ism

The weblog  Reaching Out is a five-month-old baby, with three-month-old younger sibling,
The Unlettered Bard

Thank You

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You, dear reader are not a statistic to me, but a real, living, breathing, human being – with thoughts and feelings.
My sincere thanks to each and every one of you – need I say why?
Lovely people; for caring enough to share this very personal journey with me.

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I opened the door to my heart and soul on the internet, and YOU walked in.
Of course, you are very special to me.
I can’t help it –

I’ll Have To Say I Love You

Enjoy the song!

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Reaching Out – Exploring Beyond the Senses

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Fear

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My fear is over.
It already happened.
Get over it.
Wake up.
Conquer the vampire within.

May Allah make it easy for all of us.

In addition to the poem Forbidden Fruit Punch, I drew a picture too yesterday:

Seeing Stars Opening Both Eyes - Sona - 21 September 2013

Seeing Stars Opening Both Eyes
– Sona –
21 September 2013

When you untwist the tangled rope, you are left with just the rope.
You can use it to hang yourself, or escape.
The choice is always yours.

Hajiani Sara Sona (Brock) Barnes

Purify My Love

Just my thoughts!
Marlon couldn’t have said it better…
Love his stuff

Sounds of the Son

Purify my love
Strengthen my will
Deepen my commitment
Make my mind still

Sharpen my logic
Round out my heart
Shave off my excess
Give me new start

Flatten my fears
Dispatch my defence
Lift up my life
Make it make sense

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The Makings of History

To be silent is to comply… Excellent bit of writing by Michael Mendis!

ironing undertaken

I posted this on Facebook yesterday (16th April, 2013). It seemed to resonate with a few of my friends and a few of their friends. So here we are.

As I write this, I feel a deep and unsettling sense of foreboding. Nearly ten years we have given our current administration, and in those ten years much has changed. We have come out of a war, and with our egress we have swollen in jingoism, in defiance, and in irresponsibility. Drunk with the idea of peace — conceived as the absence of the shock of bombs and sudden death — we have sold out on some ground moralities. A vocal, vociferous group “representing” the ethnic majority of our country has declared themselves the unequivocal enemies of yet another minority: this time, the Muslims — and we have done or said nothing substantial, in response. We have watched the…

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