Death of a Warrior

Life

This is in memory of a Adhikara Prama. A friend from Indonesia whom I have never met in person, yet know so well. He was the second person to join my clan in the online game Age of Legends. We played the game for longer than a year together and through this interaction of have gleamed some glimpses of the Warrior I only knew as Machaya which was his characters name. As a clan we war together and due to his time zone he would get up in the morning at 3:00 am to join the clan. Whenever somebody needed something he was there to help and assist. As a consequence of our game play we often had a chat over BlackBerry. He recently became the proud father of a new son. We shared in that enthusiasm of his and he shared his dreams for his boy. We shared his holiday away through the photo’s he took next to the see of him lying in a hammock.  He inspired me with his sense of loyalty and commitment and his enthusiasm for life was contagious.

I am sad about his death but can think how he would react with a quip like: “That is life!”. In his own way he has imparted values we shared deeper into my life. I think today of his young wife and boy who will no longer have the privilege of  his presence. I know that he love them very much and that they were central to his life. I know that he worshiped Allah and was devoted to his faith.

For us life is continuing…we continue to war as a clan…his position will soon be filled with another player. Life goes on. But I would like to remember this man for the quality he brought in my life even if it was only through an online friendship.

May Adhikara Prama, the Warrior Machaya from the clan Wizard-Warriors rest in peace and forever know that he inspired us with his approach towards life. May peace profound surround him and his family.

Eight Pieces Brocade

Health

1)      Pressing the heaven : Air —,—,—

2)      Drawing the bow: Wind  —,—,- -

3)      Separating heaven and earth: Earth – -,- -,- -

4)      Wise Owl gaze:  Water – -,—,- -

5)      Big bear turns: Mountain —,- -,- -

6)      Punching with angry Gaze: Fire —,- -, —

7)      Touching toes and bending backwards: Lake – -,—,—

8)      Shaking the body: Thunder – -,- -,—

Death: The birth of a new beginning

Family

My father is critically ill in hospital for the last week or two. My sister sent me the attached picture. He has been battling cancer in his thought and kidney for a while now and he is receiving chemo treatment. Although we are still hoping that he will pull through the situation is dire. Ultimately when we are long enough on Xanga we have to write about sickness and death. Seeing my father suffering is heart breaking. He was an independent individual his whole life and it is the first time I see him as weak and unable to look after himself. I always had the greatest of respect for my father. Despite my father being ill this photo say much about my mother’s care for my father. I don’t just see my dad lying still in bed but I see the pain and concern in my Mother’s eyes.  In a sense my father is lucky to still have my mother with him to care and hold his hands. There are many in similar situations who do not have the companionship of another.  Having such companionship must be a blessing from God to him. It must be a thousand times more dreadful to face such a battle on your own and alone.

Looking at my father, I have to face again the reality of death. The reality of old age that we might all be facing one day where our youthful life vitality will no longer be there to keep us the healthy self sufficient individuals that we are. My belief in reincarnation and my assertion that life continues beyond the death of the body gives me a different perspective. I can see now that death is not the end but the birth into a new life. For some this might come very quick and for some it is long and painful. I can look back at my father’s life and see how he grew as a person. I can value is never ending willingness and eagerness to work. I have not met anybody in my life that has my father’s work ethic. I can look at the essence he accumulated in the one life to carry forward into the next. My hope is not just the hope that he might pull through with this illness and add a few years into his life but my hope is in the eternal justice that life never seize but continue to evolve.  He might be at the birth of a new life on the spiritual plane of being.

Even though I am far from him in his moment of need I could link into the cosmic and connect with him and bring within him a greater sense of harmony and a sense of peacefulness. It is invisible but a tangible manner of being there. However the time has come for me to travel back to my house and be there in physical reality.