The First Battle
The economic crisis
In 1997 – 1998, the Asian economic crisis hit Indonesia. By 1st January 1998, the Rupiah’s nominal value was down to only 30% of what it had been in June 1997 and still went further South. This resulted in bankruptcies of thousands of Indonesian corporations who had off-shore loans, which suddenly multiplied by a factor of four. Around 60 million people were out of a job.
We lived in Kemang, South Jakarta, Indonesia where a lot of expatriates lived, surrounded by ‘kampungs’ where average Indonesians lived. Every morning on my way to the office I always saw a lot of people on the side of the road waiting to be picked up by trucks for their daily jobs digging trenches or other construction works. Week by week fewer and fewer trucks came along and people started to fight to get on to the trucks to earn their daily meals for their family.
One day due to the economic crisis, construction activities seemed to stop, and no trucks came. No trucks, no work, no money, but people still needed to eat. Those people are my neighbours, they are my people, and they suffer. I can imagine how a father, as the breadwinner of the family would feel when his children cried and were hungry. My wife and her friends from ANZA (Australian New Zealand Association) took the initiative distributing rice, sugar, coffee, instant noodles etc. around the kampungs in our neighbourhood.
That experience hit me really deep in my soul. I still cry as I wrote this passage 20 years on. Meanwhile, in Indonesia, things were still getting worse. Not only that millions of people had lost their jobs, but due to the rupiah devaluation everything was getting more and more expensive, and life was getting harder and harder. In May 1998 I came back to Jakarta from our project site in Kalimantan. From the air I saw smoke in many places. Jakarta was burning. And as I landed at the airport, I couldn’t find any taxi to get home. I rang home to make sure my wife is all right and to tell her that I am stuck at the airport with no way to get out.
Luckily someone with a car wanted to earn some money and offered me a trip home. As soon as I got home, we packed and went back to the airport to take a flight to Bali. Meanwhile, I rang my ex-wife to get herself and our sons to meet us at the airport. Thanks to the generosity of the company I work for to cover all the expenses, as well as my Personal Assistant in the office for arranging flight tickets and hotel booking for all five of us. It was an awkward situation to stay in one hotel with my wife and my ex since they do not get along with each other. As my ex and I were Chinese, we are a target during that riot. If anything is wrong with the economy, the Chinese are always to blame. My wife understood that and tolerated that I took my ex and my sons with us out of Jakarta. It was these historical riots that brought down the Suharto regime after 30 years in power.
After that, the situation is not getting any better. People live in anger and fear. The energetic field around the area is not healthy. Every now and then I started to experience a panic attack and heart palpitation. I felt like my energy is being sucked out of me and left me with cold sweat and I nearly fainted. I went to the doctor, even went back to Australia to see a cardiologist, but they couldn’t find anything wrong with me.
Reiki attunement
In October that year, at an ANZA party in Jakarta I met a friend of my wife, who looked at me and said that something is wrong with my aura. She happened to be a Reiki Master and offered to help me. She thought that I had a psychic attack.
At the agreed day and time, I went to see her for a Reiki treatment. She put me on a massage bed, told me to relax and started to do the treatment. As she put her palms on my crown chakra/top of my head, I started feeling the energy going through my body. It got stronger and stronger, and at a particular stage, my body was jolting uncontrollably on the bed. At the same time, I was crying unstoppably. Not because of sadness, but of indescribable feeling that I never felt before. I felt the tremendous energy of love that is so overwhelming.
I am crying because I think that I would not even deserve to be loved like that. I am far from perfect. I’ve made a lot of mischiefs, knowingly and unknowingly and yet all that didn’t matter. Everything is ‘automatically’ forgiven as if there is absolutely nothing to be forgiven. The energy of LOVE is so great, so unconditional and so limitless. I felt that this is the ultimate LOVE, The Cosmic Love that anyone can experience if they are open to it. Unfortunately we, humans are so conditioned that we think we don’t even deserve to be loved so much, so unconditionally and so limitless. After a while, I started to calm down and fell asleep. I don’t know how long I was asleep, but when I woke up, I felt so good and refreshed. I got up from the massage bed to thank her for the treatment.
In response, she also said thank you to me for the experience. She said; she never experienced such energy in her 8 years of practising Reiki. She also told me that there was a ‘Golden Being’ hovering above my body during the treatment. And that Golden Being asked her to do a Reiki Attunement on me over the next three consecutive days.
When the three days are over, I thank her for all she has done, but she said that she was only the instrument for that Reiki Attunement. That Golden Being was the one who initiated me, she said.
Through the internet, I came into contact with some esoteric groups of people who told me that there are fifth density thought forms that are ‘harvesting’ negative energy around the place. Usually, they attack those who ‘shine’ to protect others, hence my psychic attack. Now that all my chakras are opened through the Reiki attunement, I could channel the Cosmic Love energy to those who need it without being exhausted myself. We, Reiki practitioners only function as a channel or pipeline for the Universal energy. The more energy flows through us the better the pipeline/channel.
The hostile energetic field around Jakarta somehow subsided, but life was still tough. Outside Jakarta, the situation was critical and super sensitive. Anything could trigger the situation into uncontrollable riots.
Interreligious conflict
In February – March 1999, a very bloody civil strife between Muslims and Christians blew up in Ambon, The Moluccas, East Indonesia. In the city of Ambon alone, it was reported that more than a thousand people had been killed, 18 Mosques and 18 Churches burned down and more than 3500 houses and 1000 shops destroyed. The whole island, with a population of only 400,000, is a mosaic of roughly 40% Muslim and 60% Christian, and they are savagely destroying one another.
As I heard the news, I felt compelled to do something about it. I drafted a letter, an appeal to everyone who is touched by the atrocities in Ambon to meditate together creating a “Bridge of Light” between the religious and ethnic groups. I sent the appeal letter in the Indonesian language to some esoteric and mystical group in Indonesia on 14th March 1999, and the next day a friend of mine from The Planetary Awakening Group broadcast my letter in English through his global network.
The “Bridge of Light Meditation” supposed to start on 17th March 1999, on a New Moon – the Hindu-Balinese New Year’s eve, Saka year 1921, through the Full Moon of 2ndApril 1999, a Judaeo-Christian Passover – Good Friday, and ending on a New Moon on 16th April, a Muslim New Year’s eve, Hijriyah year 1420.
Within a week I received hundreds “Expression of Love” from people, groups of people as well as Network of Groups from all around the world with a total number of potential participants exceeding 25 million people. Over 7 million are from Indonesian Groups like Satria Nusantara, Merpati Putih, Subud, some Ashrams as well as the group of Kundalini, Reiki and Shing-Chi practitioners etc. To support the event, I created a website and call it: “IN-Light – Indonesian Network of Light-workers”.
One week into the meditation period, on 24th March 1999 NATO struck Yugoslavia and started the Kosovo war. Hundreds of Websites popped up through the internet appealing for Global Peace Meditation. Some of those groups are still continuing till this day.
Back to Indonesia, we were facing an election campaign period that was predicted to be bloody due to the existing political tension and economic hardship. The Indonesian Network of Light-workers formed for the previous Bridge of Light meditation decided to continue with our meditation every day at noon for a peaceful election.
In May 1999 I was invited to come to Yogyakarta to attend a gathering initiated by Sultan Hamengku Buwono X (the King of Yogyakarta) to pray for a peaceful election at his palace scheduled for Sunday 16th May 1999. I took the opportunity to come earlier and spend the weekend with my friends there and to do my pilgrimage to the three temples. On Saturday mid-morning I did my pilgrimage to Mendut and Pawon temples and then to Borobudur. At Borobudur temple, I walked in meditation around the temple level by level until I reach the top level at the big stupa just before noon, the right time to do our synchronised meditation.
As I meditated on top of the temple at the central Stupa, I felt and saw with my minds eye a beam of white light coming from far above, and another beam of white greenish light coming from the centre of the Earth, meeting at my heart chakra like two big welding electrodes creating a huge spark of light to every direction, reaching distances as far as the end of Java or maybe more. I feel the beautiful energy, peaceful and full of love emanating from my heart chakra covering the whole temple and beyond. I stayed there for a few minutes enjoying the beautiful energy.
As I closed off my meditation and walked down the temple, I still felt the beautiful energy surround me, blessing every tourist and souvenir sellers around the temple. The next morning, Sunday 16th May 1999, I went together with my friends to attend the gathering at the Sultan’s palace. Around 3,000 people turned up representing all political parties, social organisations including the military and police corps as well as religious groups and other belief systems. After the opening ceremony and some speeches from the organiser and Sri Sultan Hamengku Buwono X, we did our prayers in eight different ways, according to the eight different religious groups represented in that gathering. A few mystical ballads were sung by the palace’s choir group accompanied by gamelan music. To close the gathering, we held hands with those next to us forming an unbroken chain of a brotherhood of all of us.
Mystic Reflections 
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