galaktik seed

Is that a cat?     It felt like a demon.     That was spooky.

 I was gliding our hunk of steel on the rubber rails that connect my arse to the seat to the car to the road; to the the best of my ability. The i-trip started scratching out. We lost  the ….song . Further crackling. Mysteriously, a new song appeared. A Muslim hymn of sorts had taken over the i-pod and we laughed at the coincidence. No big deal. A few harmless religious jokes flew around the car before we reprogrammed the I-trip back on track. Away we go again.

The funny think about driving at night is, that as I get tired, my eyes start to fuck with my vision.  After a few hours, a simple mound of dirt  in front of a stumpy short post can look surprisingly like a giant dead bunny rolled to one side and a single ear pricked up protruding as if to hear my approach. And as quick as the thought entertains, it’s gone. Flash. Loosing it? No. It’s just my eyes playing tricks on me. What’s that? Another bit of plastic. No it looks like a small child cloaked in the robes of a Hobbit  with a white scarf around the neck. Shit. Eyes playing tricks again. No wait. Heavy fucking swerve without rolling the car. Slow motion. Clearness, lucid.  A fucking black cat with a white face sitting in the middle of the fucking highway. My eyes locked onto the cat, the car locked on a rail with no room for error. Heart saying: “what ever you do, don’t hit the fucking cat; whatever the cost”. Instinct says: “Not dying for a cat”.

It’s the first cat I have ever seen in Lombok and its appeared out of nowhere, and in that split second its glare of ‘back-the-fuck-off’ sent a shivering chill through the car. Eighty Kms an hour and lined up in my headlights this thing just looked back over it’s hunched shoulder like a goblin, a demon, a jenglot. Ok, I admit it was facing the other way and may not have heard the car, but I doubt that very much. This thing, this cat, appeared in front of us for a reason. It may be an Omen, it may be a curse. Alternatively it may have been a freak situation, just a cat huddled in the middle of the road acting not like any other cat on the planet. I very much doubt that this was nothing other than a simple coincidence, a chance happening. Well, possibly by chance, but not without a meaning or a message.

So, what the fuck was the message? And more disturbing, who the fuck sent the message. Who sends that? A fucking cat lined up at breakneck speed on late-night Indonesian highway? I mean what kind of fun is God, Allah, Satan or the Universe having with me here?  Slow down, beware of driving fast? No, definitely not the message. Something tells me it had some spiritual significance encapsulated within the world of Islamic occult. A warning. A gift, that says ‘next time you may not be so lucky’. And lucky I feel. Cause, if I hit that crazy ‘lil feline I was in trouble. That message I got loud and clear. But still, I remain stuck on the question, ‘why the fuck the cat was there in the first place’.  Was it the Muslim jokes? I mean surely Allah is not that pissed off to try and kill three blokes in a car on the way to do some harmless surfing. But, then again, that’s just my interpretation of us. What if we look like infidels, driving with reckless abandonment through life symbolised by travelling in this car. The act of surfing being the ultimate hand slap of rebellious freedom in the face of religious rules… Mosques appear and disappear. Giant cylindrical cones of shining gold, silver and other colours. How could death be glorified in the sake of another’s action, or naivety. I mean, it’s not my fucking intention by having fun and enjoying my life. Must I live by doctrine. Must I sacrifice my individuality for a mass homogenized culture? Am I bad? Do I believe in anything? Or am I part of something new and fresh that says fuck the duality of right or wrong and good or bad. Fuck living within constraint of ancient belief. And yes I mean constraint. Can’t I have my own beliefs? Why do that have to be owned by something grandeur like a religion? We can own our own individuality by first questioning the situations that led you to the now. Then relinquishing those past shackles of neuron programming, cause that’s all it is, and just ‘being present’ and allowing for a true self to appear.

So, again I come back to the cat. Is it the fact that I haven’t let go of my own religious socializations that allow for circumstantial manifestations as a reactive result. And how quickly does all of this happen? Can energy realign and coalesce into matter instantaneously? Was my religious jokes the precursor to my own sub-concious guilt for mocking something that I actually subconsciously believe in? All of this in the space of a few minutes, all culminating in one event to provide a message. The message being, to understand that life is full of depth and the key to finding the answers is to look deep into yourself and believe what is already there and more imporatantly, what is missing. And like the cat, there is no need to be afraid anymore. The darkness has risen. A new world appears. The rising sun of another day. An awakening.