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Hajiani Sara Sona (Brock) Barnes

Launching Toodle Oo Doodles

Maasha Allah, alhamdulillah

Toodle Oo Doodles

The First WordPress.com Doodle Site!

My doodle Spot
The view from the top is the same

-– I Thought I’d Strip for My 45th Birthday -–

My Arangetram
The Open Kimono
Free Show
Peep Show

Lifting and showing what’s within veils of darkness
Soft launch of weblogs

Reaching Out
The Unlettered Bard

Toodle Oo Doodles

A growing collection exceeding the span of a decade.
Hand drawn and computer generated pictures of poignant moments in my life
after seeing the
sunrise atop Adam’s Peak in Sri Lanka 
and performing
Hajj Pilgrimage
to Mecca.

My View

Background music MUST:


      -– The Maha Sona Collection -–

Details of each artwork to follow in posts
in sha Allah

More views here:

Reaching Out
The Unlettered Bard

 Face Book

Adam’s Peak
the mountain in Sri Lanka
My homeland
My terrain
My views.

The view from the top…

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Sona Exposes!

I’m exposing myself to complete strangers…

Black Magic Woman style


I won’t show you my body.
I’ll show you my soul.

If you think you can handle that
visit my weblogs:

Reaching Out
The Unlettered Bard
Toodle Oo Doodles


Hajiani Sara Sona (Brock) Barnes

Something is Happening

I thought I’d Strip for my 45th Birthday

My Free Show

Visit my weblogs:

Reaching Out
The Unlettered Bard
Toodle Oo Doodles

I’m lifting the veils of ignorance for all the world to see


Hajiani Sara Sona (Brock) Barnes

The Strangled Squawk

If there’s one thing good about these thrashing harvesting times, it’s that the wheat is being separated from the chaff.

Unity must NOT be misunderstood.
Wheat will unite with wheat.
Chaff will unite with chaff.
It’s not about kith and kin.
It’s about kindred spirits…

Birds of a feather, WILL flock together…
… although it must NEVER be forgotten:

opposites do attract.

The last few of an endangered species…
That’s what they are attracted to.

So they will come by the flocks to flock for a while until the pretence becomes unendurable… that’s when they flap their wings and takeoff in the wake of a flurry in a puff of dust… and then they turn the neck to utter a strangled squawk and disappear round the bend into oblivion.
Never to return again.

And so the dross gets separated from the gold… the chaff flies away until it’s time to fall down to earth and die and decompose – like everything else, including the endangered species.

Everything must die.

It is Allah’s will the endangered species will leave the earth first.
The endangered species will not witness the end of the world.
Only the dross will.

My eldest brother tried to ‘cure’ me of being an endangered species when I was a child. He meant well. I know that. It worried him that I belonged to the ‘Bruce Lee specimen’ and Bruce Lee died young. He called me brilliant, but delicate, so what’s the use? He queried, with weighted sorrow.

Islam is the act of effectively saying – ‘So be it my Lord, thank you for letting me choose.’
We choose who we are, what we become and where we are going.
It’s amazing how – powerful – each of us really IS!

Warding off bolts of high energy machine gun fire hatred isn’t easy.
The endangered bird must continue to fly, when necessary.

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It’s an endangered species because it does not utter strangled squawks even, when it is dying.

That’s the difference between wheat and chaff.

Hajiani Sara Sona (Brock) Barnes

In Another World …

On Casual Terms with Bruce Lee


What can I say to the great man who was my childhood hero?

I say ‘Os, master and beloved teacher…you were true, so I remained true.’ I would say it with the hint of a knowing, slightly foolish blush…

You pointed at the truth and the importance of excellence and high quality during my formative years, and tuned my psyche for the reception that was to come…

Let the music tell you how. Listen and read on

The tuning was done. I had to take it from there.

How and why did I figure out (with absolute certainty) that Bruce Lee was a physical demonstration of how to deal with matters of the metaphysical world?

I looked for and found the mind behind the movie-star.

With all due respect to his family, sure, I spent time ogling his spectacular sexy body and dashing good looks…

He certainly attracted me with both eyes… and a wink…


I liked the eye he winked.

It alluringly said, ‘Follow me into the dark alley. I’ll show you mine, if you’ll show me yours.’

He drew sensuously and then slapped the truth into you, mercifully, mercilessly.
You are the last dragon.

The truth never fails to look conspicuously ridiculous wrapped. Like covering poo with a hat…

For as long as I remember, I was acutely conscience and mesmerized by the metaphysical realm within me. I speedily learnt where fairytales ended and reality began. That’s where I lived during my childhood. That’s where I live today. There were no children in the neighbourhood to play with. Those at school were at best, boring.

I was Alice in Wonderland…

I began pondering the difference between aloneness and loneliness when I became aware of the metaphysical world.

Through this world Allah communicates with us via the medium of the angel Mulhim (ilham). Angels are made of Allah’s Light. It is also the same world of the Jinn. We become aware of our Shaitan Qarin Jinnee. It’s a terrifying world and yet, the most comforting. It’s indeed a magical world – you can actually change things at will – through the simple medium of decisive choice – like saying ‘be’ and it is…


A karate chop through bricks… the magic power of mind over matter.

It is a beautiful dimension in time where years of ailing heal within split seconds, and yet it still feels like you’ve been there for ages…

Learning the magic words is to learn how Allah programmed it.
Waving the wand is knowing why…

The metaphysical world also has a landscape – it is full of cemeteries of loved ones – fast asleep in their graves… Ghosts are not ghosts, but a ‘tangible,’ intangible reality of the metaphysical world…

Sometimes the inhabitants of the graves push their way through to the surface – gasping for air – make a loud statement and then vanish back into the physical world, leaving you to go – oops that must have hurt…


You view the whole scene with both eyes with sparkling clean vision.
Purity in the innocence of childhood…?

Walk stoned through the house of horror…
I loved school carnivals because of the house of horror stall.

As an adult, returning to the wonderful realm of the metaphysical world, to realize that the whole thing about life is death, isn’t easy. Preparing for the next stage – the grave. And most importantly, the consequent final stage – Judgement Day and finally the Bridge over Hellfire (Jahannam) leading to Paradise (Jannah)…

Jahannam is a carnivorous creature of Allah that consumes man and Jinn.


Is Fluffy, Allah’s watchdog?

I see the poetry: Jahannam is the smoldering  moat beneath Paradise (Jannah)…

Allah is above all creation. Allah does not dwell within creation. Allah is self-sufficient. Jannah and Jahannam are creations wherein creation must eternally reside in another dimension of space and time.

Allah is beyond creature comprehension – simply because only Allah is not created.

To those seeking comprehension of this, I say be realistic and know where to get off, lest you invite insanity, pondering what cannot be pondered. We do not possess the fundamental capacity to ponder it, because we don’t have the all important component of being not-created. You will never have that proof of evidence. Allah will reveal Himself to you, and yet remain forever veiled before mesmerized, swooning eyes…

Is Paradise really paradise and the Hellfire actually hell?
Is Hellfire the only answer to those who wanted Allah unveiled?
Is Paradise for those who are content with secondary evidence and therefore nearer to the Truth – Al-Haq – Allah?

Is it hell to know, or not know?

Is ignorance bliss?

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I dive into deep, dark waters illuminated by the Light of Allah… But wait a minute… what’s talk about God doing in a Bruce Lee story…?

All point to the moon to view the heavenly glory, isn’t it?

What does it mean?

The lessons are varied and numerous. Take the metaphor in viewing the light of the sun through the moon (secondary evidence).

You can only view God through both eyes, and that too from behind a veil.

What is Islamic Spirituality (Ihsan)?

Islam is a religion (way) of pointing – of uniting and facing one direction and then pointing together at the declaration of the oneness of God…

It is to perceive Allah as if you see Allah, although you do not see Allah, with the knowledge that Allah sees you.
So rise up through excellence.


Bruce Lee – Unleash The Last Dragon

Join Bruce Lee
Fight falsehood



Hajiani Sara Sona (Brock) Barnes

Daily Prompt: The Artist’s Eye

Is there a painting or sculpture you’re drawn to? What does it say to you? Describe the experience. (Or, if art doesn’t speak to you, tell us why.)

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Art does not ‘speak’ to me?
I’m an artist.
Art is my speech.

If you don’t mind an artist’s view on the subject, let me take a swooping dive and dip my quill…

The artist’s eye is the harmonious combination of all the senses, all seven that is. The five physical senses as well as Second Sight: insight; the eyes and ears of the soul. Soulshine – the heart of the soul.

Ha! Indeed, the heart of the matter.

I’m drawn to an artists’ work, when the artist speaks to me through the artwork. I smell the voice behind the barrier; taste the sound within the silence; hear death in life beat; feel the doubt in certainty; and see the creator behind the creation…

Through the artist’s eye; that’s probably why, once blind, but now I see… All praise to The Creator of creation!

How apt.

Artists do not suffer blind myopic Darwinism. They have no cause to entertain the notion, artworks happen out of pure chance without a designer behind the scene. The thought of the  Great Sphinx of Giza being the result of eons of chanced desert sandstorms, is simply – offensive. Not forgetting dear old Eiffel Tower – no, an artist wouldn’t dare stoop to the belief, that iron and steel were harvested and processed by chance from the earth, and then painstakingly erected to mathematic precision, by the infamous ‘chance god.’

Artists see the artist behind the artwork.

Is it recognition, or an art of the eye…?

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It is simply, the art of using both eyes – the physical and the metaphysical.


That’s the art in the artist’s eye.

Hajiani Sara Sona (Brock) Barnes