Judul lengkap buku terjemahan Bahasa Indonesia ini adalah The Divine Message of The DNA: Tuhan Dalam Gen, ditulis oleh seorang professor yang pernah memenangkan Max Planck Research Award (1990) dan Japan Academy Prize (1996), beliau bernama Kazuo Murakami, Ph.D. yaitu seorang ahli genetika terkemuka di dunia. Menurut cerita bab pendahuluan di buku ini, Dalai Lama juga sangat menyukai pemaparan yang diberikan Kazuo Murakami, Ph.D. tentang Genetika Tuhan.
Saya tidak memberi highlight kuning apapun saat membaca buku ini, karena alasan melihat buku ini hanya 199 halaman, mungkin akan menjadi light reading karena cukup tipis. Tapi ada beberapa kutipan yang saya sukai, saya cukup menyesal karena tidak menandainya, hehehehehe… makanya harus membuka lembarannya lagi untuk mencari kutipan tersebut sembari menulis blog ini.
Lucunya, saya membaca buku ini saat bersamaan menonton acara TV Series Netflix berjudul Altered Carbon, yah.. ternyata mengandung kesamaan topik tentang ilmu genetika. Di antara dua media ini saya menemukan kesamaan adanya ilmu cloning (atau duplikasi tubuh fisik dengan cara mengambil sampel DNA subjek yang dituju) pada manusia.
Artinya topik ini patut untuk dipelajari, terutama bagi orang awam seperti saya hehe. Namun begitu, buku tentang genetika ini tidak akan membahas secara jauh dari sisi sains, justru buku ini menjabarkan hubungan erat antara sains dan spiritualitas. Para pembaca akan menemukan sisi filosofis dari tulisan beliau tentang makna dibalik “Genetika Tuhan” dalam diri manusia, atau istilah populer di barat adalah God’s Divine Particle.
There are many secrets in this life. Ones can only achieve the matters by learning persistently. From all the subject of metaphysical, there is one basic study underneath everything, which known as Vibe.
The word “vibe” usually means as an energy vibration that radiates from an entity or object, which reveals a true color in a form of feeling and touch that emits from that entity or object.
In certain circumstances, we probably once heard someone suddenly said something like this in the room, whether he/she said it consciously or not:
I don’t like his bad vibe.
She gives me a good vibe.
He carries a strange vibe that makes people exhausted.
She has a bright vibe that gives people positive energy.
What do you think these words mean? These words sound like common phrases to express how someone feels toward the person that he/she sees at the time.
In that case, have you ever said one of those phrases before? If you did, what kind of vibe did you feel at the time? Was it feeling positive or negative? Either of the feeling surely would emit such a vibration that the sages commonly refer as energy. Not to be confused between vibe and energy, although both of the word mean similar, but the word “vibe” is more common to be expressed in the conversation these days. When we use the word “energy”, it is as if we talk in a language of science rather than metaphysical. However, both are the terms to address similar subject. Continue reading “The Secret that Psychic People Don’t Tell You about “Vibe””→
As for today, I can finally announce this news to you; my book, “Royal Arcanum” from Book 1 of the Royal Arcanum series has already moved to Inkitt, perhaps for a while, or who knows for how long?
Royal Arcanum has been on Inkitt since 11 January 2018, I supposed? Yeah, about almost three weeks ago that the voice inside my head said, “Throw all the lucks”, perhaps the book will find its own way to the world, where its needs to be there, and demands to be heard.
For a while, Royal Arcanum won’t be available in any online retailers, but you can still purchase for the paperback version if you live in Indonesia.
Thereafter, Royal Arcanum is totally free to read on Inkitt, to find its own avid readers out there, who share similar love, passion, interest, and likeness with the story in the book.
If you’re out there, if you’re the one, and if you’re meant to be, you shall read Royal Arcanum… not only reading it by eyes, but if you really feel familiar with the vibe by heart, you’ll understand what I mean. It’s like this bell’s ringing in my head, and someone whispers in my ear; destiny’s calling. I still have no idea what does that mean until this second I write this to you, but everything happens for a reason, right? I believe in destiny. If it’s meant to be, it will be.
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People kept on humming their melancholy chanting. Their eyes were heavy with tears and anger. People were obligated to wear black coat in this Remembrance Day of Lydia Brimham’s Death. Those who won’t obey the rule would be ostracized by the folks here. It was like a culture—black symbolized respect upon her death.
The sky turned kind of dark at nine a.m. in Time Square. The Gregorian chanting was ended at the same time the snowstorm came uproar, and slowly, people dismissed themselves.
There was one who covered her neck with a red scarf, walking confidently among the crowd. Her long straight hair mingled with the snow color. Her emerald green eyes stared at the avenue, sharp and eager. She knew best how to approach, and in the count of three, she came.
Sylvie Elle was hiding her face under the red umbrella, walking in the middle of the crowd when the sky had turned bright again. She wore a black coat and a red scarf.
She had to help restoring the perfect puzzle, and her mission was to be continued. She knew how to find the right person. But then, it came a distraction, her mind went off when something wasn’t fall into place.
A week ago, she had observed the place before this Remembrance Day was held. It took place in a coffee shop with a brown canopy across the road. He was there every morning, sitting alone with the latest newspaper and a bitter cup of coffee. She always noticed his movement with her hawk eyes. And behind the glass window, she had waited for him.
Five minutes later, he walked out from the coffee shop. He was an old man, carrying newspaper in his armpit. He wore a gray flat cap and a black coat. When Elle followed him walking from behind, he turned his back suddenly to notice that something was off.
“How long have you been following me around, angel?” His voice sounded hoarse, and he chuckled afterward. “Well, if you call yourself an angel.”
She chuckled sarcastically.
“What is it that you want?” He approached her a little closer “—but firstly, I knew that you’ve been following me for a while. I don’t think such an angel would have time to grab a coffee.”
“You’ve noticed,” she murmured.
“Oh, so you think I wouldn’t know even you covered your pretty face behind your umbrella, and watching in the corner of the pavement from afar?”
“You’re smart, but—” she smiled, “life won’t just stop there. The political issue and family matters, which you couldn’t run away from all that.”
“I saw them on the television these days, still as phenomenal as they used to be,” his eyes stared away at the tall building next to them as he spoke “—making a huge mistake that goes public. They are poor little souls.”
“You’re right, it is a matter that related to your family—the Aloise,” she shouted agreed with him. “You need to be there for them.”
He glanced sorrowfully at her, but he decided to take a deep breath and just left her behind. Nonetheless, Elle followed him persistently.
“How’s she?” He asked without staring back at her. “My affection for her will be unjust with this partition between us.”
Elle could read his thought like a shallow river, since she knew instantly of whom he was referring, “Catherine is doing fine.”
He stopped walking to face her, and his mouth went crumpled along with his wrinkled forehead, and he spoke, “I don’t know if I’ll be able to meet her before I die. I’m too old for this matter.”
Elle stared pitifully at him, “You’ll find out when the time is right.”
Her favorite place in here was the backyard terrace, which added with a beautiful view full of lavender flowers and the invigorating smell. New Rochelle neighborhood was only a temporary living place for her. This was Aunt Sarah’s place, located in the Bronx.
Her eyes stared boldly at the pretty flowers, looking for inspirations, and the words suddenly echoed on her mind, it was something that Elle had said before she disappeared, “You might have wondered, why this life has been leading you to a new perspective. This is the real world.”
After that day, it felt like a fresh start, as if everything had been erased from her mind. She almost forgot all of the sadness and tragedy that happened in the past. However, she felt something was missing, but she didn’t know what it was, like there was a hole in her heart.
The strangest thing, she couldn’t retrieve some moments she had with Elle and Marissa. All that she could remember that they were the caretaker of the Aloise family by now.
But after all, it was just her own thought that bothered her.
There was no precise thought at the time, especially for leaving her Dad alone in Brooklyn. She hadn’t made up her mind about what to do with her apartment in Bronx, so she decided to live with Aunt Sarah for a while.
She had been attending college regularly, so ordinary, and boring. She was in the middle of her third semester now.
Life had changed swiftly. She would turn nineteen soon this October 2013. She hadn’t planned anything significant for her future, but she already had a part-time job twice a week as an errand girl. Life seemed hard at the time that she had no idea of what to do next.
The news had propagated around New York like no other oddity ever posted. The murder case wasn’t the only number rank in the providence company. They never played an easy game, but a dangerous one. People clamored out their name, not their tantrum.
The rumor was between the truth and lie that no one could deny their power, since the ordinary exception could be touched by anyone for the momentary phenomenon, and the extraordinary perspective was going to become one of their contemporaneity guilty.
The acknowledgment had everything dealt with the winner. People always thought about it as the higher stratum, infinity, and coldness.
On the other side, the reporters wouldn’t want to catch that, they rather gained a real tantrum and an episode of dying, because they were all believed in the oddity.
Grievously, the kindness didn’t come from the frightening assemblage of White Foxes.
1. THE BEGINNING
The apartment had a good skyscraper prospect of brown building. The yellow cab taxis were parked against some small shops that seemingly dimmed out from the lights. The state that they called the Bronx was the fourth largest population in New York City’s five boroughs.
On the first Saturday of July, both of them finally decided to come to the Bronx after moved out from the Rose Hill neighborhood in the city of New Rochelle where Sarah lived. Eventually, Haile was the one who insisted to leave with peace. She was in the state of worriment, although she had a thought to have a short meditation in a mountain hill that might help, it seemed profoundly too much since her decision was final.
The lobby was truly simplicity even it looked extensive from the main entrance, merely in the Parkchester Apartment. A few residents just walked out from the elevator with their depressing faces. The new city seemingly filled with some of ignorant people, which was way different from many of smiley townsman in Bisbee. At least, there would always be someone who was kind-hearted to a new neighbor.
Cathy came up with another box to the fifth floor. At the same time she arrived, her mom thanked an old bald man who just lifted a heavy box to their door.
“Oh, let me introduce my daughter—Cathy,” and vice versa, she introduced him to her, “and this is Mr. Donald—our smiley-nice-neighbor.”
They got giggled together with his new nickname.
Swiss Donald was sixty-year-old bald man who lived next door. He was a strong man for someone at his age, and surely he had manner as he was very generous at their first arrival.
“Oh, let me bring it for you,” he forced to take away the box from her arms.
Cathy accidentally sounded jerking, “No, please,” and felt guilty about it, she quickly smiled, “I can bring it by myself, I don’t want to burden you.”
“Come on, I don’t feel that way,” he insisted and took the box away from her. “As soon as I knew there would be a new neighbor, I was so excited.”
It seemed that they were the only living people in this fifth floor. However, she felt really lucky on this first day of moving out, to have him as the man next door that unlike the rest of neighbors here, who pretended acting nescience.
Under the dark sky, only the moon shone over the strange ravine. All that she saw was a girl who called out her name. If only she could tell who that white-haired girl was. She had a pale white skin covered with brown collared shirt. Her emerald-green eyes were remarkably bright within the darkness, staring intensely from afar.
Dreaming had never been so painful when it felt like sadness. She wanted to cry from all the things that had been terrifying her in the past three months. The haunting dreams felt like the projection of the past. She felt every moment when she saw that beautiful girl, but just—something wasn’t human about her.
If this was real, she might scream and ran away from the dream, because the girl kept on echoing one name; Kathleen.
CHAPTER 1—SENIOR YEAR
Everything was dark as the moon covered behind the black clouds. The sky blurred and turned into the white ceiling in her bedroom. She screamed out and coughed painfully. It got worse once she realized that a warm hand had been patting her shoulder.
“Hey, wake up!” Her mom worried. “What happened?”
She tried to sit steady and woke up with her messy brown-mahogany hair and bad eye-bags.
Her mom sat worriedly beside her, bewildering. “It seems you have a bad dream.”
“I did,” she stared back at her mom’s brown eyes that looked deep and sharp. “The same dream almost every night. I told you.”
Her mom kissed her head, and went to open the curtains. “Come downstairs after you take a shower, the breakfast is ready.”
She already pushed the door open, but she held still when she could feel her daughter’s restless feeling.
“She’s calling me Kathleen for million times,” her voice was hoarse. “Precisely, my name is Cathy, short for Catherine.”
“You had been consuming too much fairy tale in the past few months, it might manifest into a dream.”
“Those books and this dream are not the same—”
“If you want to discuss the superstition with me, you should stop and hurry to take a shower.”
Cathy annoyed when her mom slammed the door. It was useless to tell her about what happened in those strange recurring dreams. Her mom wasn’t the type who believed in any kind of metaphysical stories.
But what more absurd at this time, she felt waking up as if she had not slept at all since it happened. Although it was hard to ignore, she had to rise from bed.
When she took her cell phone, Josh had sent her a picture—the one that was taken with his grandmother in Austria.
He was her best friend, the best man who had been her closest friend since they were in elementary school. She smiled, looking at their happiness. She missed the good holiday, and there was just no time for the family trip since her dad was super busied with his work. At least, she enjoyed spending last month school holiday with reading books. Nevertheless, she finally felt ready to welcome her senior year. Continue reading “Book Excerpt: Royal Arcanum”→
Note: The book that I’ve read was published in 2000 by Philosophical Research Society, Inc. The book itself registered as the version of 2010 edition, written by Manly P. Hall.
• The word “Gnostic” derived from the Greek “Gnosis” usually translated as “knowledge” and its antonym, “agnostic” means a non-knower, the one who denies all knowledge of ultimate realities, while a Gnostic is one who professes knowledge of such things. ~Chapter Introduction, The knowers and Their Knowledge, Pg.8
• The British scholar E.R Dodds has suggested as long as forty years ago that the writings of Gnostic derived from mystical experience. ~Chapter Introduction, Pg.9
• Orthodox Christians are agreed that we live in a fallen world which we shall leave behind at our death. ~Chapter Introduction, Concerning the Cosmos, Pg.11
• To properly appreciate the Gnostic view of Deity, one must remember that the Gnostic originated within the Semitic Monotheistic religious matrix…
… the greatest of all questions the Gnostic asked was this: Is this flawed creator truly the ultimate, true and good God? Or might he be a lesser deity, a sort of large, but nor very wise angel, who has become either ignorant of a greater power beyond himself or is an imposter, impersonating the universal God?
The Gnostic answered these questions by saying that this creator is obviously not the ultimate, the God, but rather a demiurges (craftsman), an intermediate secondary deity. ~Chapter Introduction, Concerning the Cosmos, Pg.12
• Within the humor dwells a “divine spark”, a spirit that is older than the created world and all in it. Much of the time we are ignorant of the divine spark resident within us. ~Chapter Introduction, The Humans Predicament, Pg. 13
• The great Messengers of the Light come to stimulate this potential and they do so not by their death but by their lives. The ministry of these Messengers is twofold: first, they bring us teachings which lead our minds and heart to Gnosis: and, second, they confer liberating mysteries, which with their mystic grace bring the fullness of liberating Gnosis which is thus sealed in our spirits forever. ~Chapter Introduction, Pg. 16
[Note: Chapter Introduction was written by Stephen A. Haeller.]
• Spirit which is the common substance of universals, likewise exists according to states…
Energy, or force as it was known in old times, is likewise as extension of spirit, but this extension is subject to greater limitations than intellect because it is definable. ~Chapter 1. Gnosticism, the Key to Esoteric Christianity, Pg.21
• He (Plato) used the analogy of light and darkness; Light is principle, darkness is not a principle—it is merely the absence of light. ~Chapter 1, Pg.22-23
• Did light precede darkness or did darkness precede light? … … Most systems inter that darkness preceded light and is therefore more ancient, more universal, and more real… …
Is absence then greater than presence? Presence always exists in a field consisting of the absence of itself. One condition is not definable without the other. They are “co-eternal” and “co-dependent”, with absence always in excess of presence…
It is like the problem of food and appetite. Hunger is the absence of food. Food is the solution of hunger. Food is real and definable. Hunger has no dimension or appearance. Which then, is the reality? … …
If light is food and darkness is hunger, which is the more real? Food is a temporary solution to an eternal problem. All this is very confusing. ~Chapter 1, Pg.23
Roses Bones is the third installment in the Royal Arcanum Series, will be published online via Amazon in 07 September 2017, and the paperback version will be published around the third week of September.
Here’s the first look at the synopsis of Roses Bones;
Once upon a time, there were mystical roses.
There’s an ancient story about Roses Bones; the wooden box of royal treasure that contains with the forbidden knowledge from the hands of archangel, and one of the knowledge tells a tale about the mystical Black Roses that can help to rectify the past.
Ever since Cathy Charlotte fears the mystery of the future, she has a strong urge to seek for Roses Bones. And with all the madness that can happen within House of Aloise, she wants to believe in the power of Black Roses that can save her royal family from the dark hearts.
But there’s a hole in her memory, like something’s gone missing. It prevents her from recalling all of the supernatural things that happened before, but everything makes perfect sense once she encounters Sylvia Elle again, who admitted as the one who erased her memories.
The angel says; you can’t save those who don’t want to be saved.
But for Cathy, she wants to believe in her own faith. Apparently, she has to encounter a terrifying journey before she can seek for the truth.
The unexplainable feeling of longing for a place, that one does not even know and never feel like to relate with that place before, it can be a sign of recognizing the identity of a soul. Seeing a picture of a certain place may trigger a soul to feel the great longing, the feeling like they have been there before. The spiritualists believe oneself may experience the feeling similar to déjà vu, while it is also called as recognizing the true home of the soul. It sounds like soul-searching, and maybe it is.
When the unknown feeling suddenly appears, it feels like a myth that needs a body of proof. Some says it is the feeling of loneliness, but some say it is probably a strange feeling that’s called saudade. The spiritualists, and also for those who believe more about God and everything metaphysical tends to prefer the latter. Have you ever felt a weird feeling in your chest, the heavy and strong feeling of longing about something you are not sure about?
According to the Wikipedia.com; Saudade is a deep emotional state of nostalgic or profound melancholic longing for an absent something or someone that one loves. Moreover, it often carries a repressed knowledge that the object of longing might never return.
If one has experienced the feeling of misplace about where one currently resides, there is a possibility that the soul wants to feel the nostalgia of being somewhere out there.
The first origin nature of the soul knows what it wants, but the outer mind can’t process the unknown images that are never been there before. It is the absence of the mind that prevents the soul from reaching its peak to release a deep emotional state and melancholy. Thereafter, the feeling can baffle the mind from understanding the situation.
Maybe there are people out there, who come across with a picture of a beautiful place on the internet, and suddenly their tears start falling out of nonsense. It such nonsense to cry for nothing, but maybe it is the soul who cries, longing for a place that once called home.
Take this for example; a woman wants to go travelling, but she isn’t sure where to go, and so, when she tries to look on the internet, she comes across with many of beautiful places. Until then, she found a certain place she never saw before in Italy. Through the images, her eyes lingered, and tears starts falling. Her mind cannot process why she cries for a place she has never seen before, but she feels really relate to that place.
There are probably people that have a strange feeling of wanting something, like an urge to go away from anyone, locking themselves up from the world for a while. Sometimes a person wants to hide away somewhere far away, don’t feel like losing oneself in an alleyway. Many people won’t understand with being in a state of isolation, because it’s such an unusual thing to be happened.
That’s why it is called as the feeling of saudade. It’s not understandable, being melancholy without a reason to be known. But perhaps, one day, the person who has experienced the feeling itself can find the reason why. Since it is a matter of heart, each soul has the answer. Every journey will lead someone to learn about something.
It’s been a year since these books (my babies & lovers as well 😘) have been published in 2016. Some days ago, Smashwords sent me an email, informing me about their books sale event. And then I thought, why not celebrate it together then?
My books (eBooks) are participating for Smashwords Summer/Winter Books Sale during July 2017. All for 50% off!
The Salt Prejudice: $ 1.50 USD (Regular Price $ 4.99 USD)
Royal Arcanum: $ 2.50 USD (Regular Price $ 4.99 USD)
White Foxes: $ 2.50 USD (Regular Price $ 2.99 USD)