CHAPTER 9 – THE THREE STOOGES

CHAPTER 9 – THE THREE STOOGES
by: afterdark
proof reading by: miss.hh and akkuzio

So this is what it had come to... My average life as a normal dude who earns a living from nine to five has ended. Since AnwarGate 1998 I spent a great deal of time covering my tracks to make sure 'AfterDark' only exists in the make believe world of the world wide web. But now, in just a single month, the people I have tried to avoid has now suddenly appeared from the realm of Internet searching for me.

First, there was this sexy Jesuit with her five million ringgit who came to my office. Then, a bunch of guys from the Watchers group sent their greetings to me. Now, as I’m driving my car to the most Freemason infested state of Malaysia, I cannot help but to wonder what else may lie ahead.

I turned my head slightly to my left to see Syafiqah snoring at the passenger seat like a cow. A minute ago I was unfortunate enough to witness her - in her sleeping state - licking her drool of the tip of her lips. There is a joke saying that men wake up as good-looking as they went to sleep but women somehow deteriorate during that process.

The car radio was playing a song by Whitney Houston when my mind went back to what happened today when Syafiqah told me about her encounter with the Watchers Group.

In Chapter Five I have explained that there were several sub-groups in the Watchers Group. This is inevitable because the group itself were basically multi-religious and multi racial. We have Americans with their secular point of view. Then there are Europeans and Christians from some Asian countries with their bible based argument. We the Muslims stick to our hadith and Al-Quran’s perspective although I did occasionally mixed scientific and religious points of view too.

For reason which is too difficult for me to explain, I have always sensed that many of my peers in the Watchers group have this aura of either secrecy or militancy in them. Take MGS for example with her espionage duty for the Vatican and I rest my case. I also sensed the same with several of my Muslims counterparts. For example, there was this guy from the middle east of whom I am quite certain a member of the Palestinian Hamas Brigade. Then there were several characters within the group whom I'm pretty sure are from National Security and armed forces.

When Fatimah was about to be buried a group of three guys appeared from no where to assist the burial. Their appearance did not attract any suspicion from the rest of the crowd because they seemed helpful. Some even thought they were friends of Fatimah from the city. However, when Fatimah's corpse mysteriously gained weight, one of them came forward and offered his advice. He was the Ustaz who later torched all Fatimah's belonging into ashes.

Later that afternoon before saying goodbye, he told Syafiqah that someone might come later with the answer she desperately needed. According to him, that person - whom turned out to be me - is a stinking rich Internet blogger under payroll to negotiate a compensation settlement.

The words 'stinking rich' means that my money stink, which was metaphorically correct because it was the Jesuit’s money to begin with. So I guess they have figured out whom I was currently working for.

But lucky for me, Syafiqah did not notice this hidden meaning. I was relieved to know that the man who had spoken to Syafiqah did not show any signs of animosity towards me other than a bad joke on how bad my grammar was in my blog.

(P/S: English is not exactly my first language. Being a local graduate, I have been struggling with my grammar since my days in school. In fact, I had gotten myself a C during my SRP. The only reason why I choose to write in English is to share this novel with my friends in the Watchers group).

Based on what Syafiqah had told me, I was convinced the three men who visited Syafiqah that day was the Muslims group within the Watchers group. There are twelve Malaysian Muslim Watchers, I just have to figure out which three from the group came in contact with Syafiqah.

Anyway, to cut the story short, I had no choice but to strike a deal with Syafiqah later. Whoever these men are, they told Syafiqah that I would be investigating Fatimah’s death and that led to Syafiqah's decision to tag along with me to Penang. At first I tried to resist her demands but in the end I ran out of excuses and energy to make up new ones.

Damn this group! With these pictures of dead Fatimah as proof, clearly they as members of the Watchers group and they would have known that Syafiqah and I were now venturing towards the dark side of the Illuminati.

Since day one when I wrote 'Novus Ordos Seclorum & The All Seeing Eye' for Mykmu.Net, the loudest dissenting opinion I've received from some of my readers was that the Illuminati had no interest to come here because Malaysia had nothing to offer. This is the most naive stupid opinion one could come up with. It is the same as saying that there's no Satan in Malaysia because this country has nothing that Satan wants. Uh heloooo? Even Satan would disagree with that.

However, some readers did managed to throw a more challenging question. Because the Illuminati is basically all about bloodline, then logic dictates that in order to become one, the wannabes must be related in some way to the ruling hierarchy of the Illuminati aristocracies.

If that is true, does that mean that the bloodline are here too? In Malaysia? Who?

Anwar Ibrahim?

My answer on that is : Nothing is impossible but still highly unlikely.

Whereas I am certain that Anwar Ibrahim is a Freemason and a Luciferian, I don't think he has the blood in him to join the ranks of the pure blood. The fact that the Illuminati allows him to campaign his goal to be a Prime Minister does not mean that he is the boss, it just goes to show that he is being controlled by one.

A good example is Barrack Obama. Other than the fact this his mother is a jewish cousin of vice-president Dick Cheney's wife Lynne Cheney, Barack Obama did not share any Illuminati bloodline to entitle him as a part of the family. However, as a servant he did get selected by the Tri-Lateral Commission, the CFR and The Bildeberger Group, who picks and chooses who get to be nominated for presidency.

You see, the Illuminati's agenda nowadays is not on winning a popularity contest. They have no problem with someone else being a poster boy as long as they can dictate the agenda. In fact, the last true blood who ran for US presidency was John F Kennedy and look what that had gotten him into? Two bullets shot through his brain.

The Kennedy story was fascinating. There are so many conspiracy theories out there on his death. There is a story of him being killed by the mob, or the Cuban, or the Russian etc. But all these theories failed to take one important clue, John F. Kennedy was a true blood from the Kennedys family. No one kills Illuminati aristocracies except the Illuminati themselves. Five years later his brother Robert was killed by Sirhan Sirhan in a clear attempt to stop him from winning the US Presidency.

I will repeat this to make my point clear, it's impossible to kill a president and a presidential candidate unless the killings was sanctioned by the Illuminati, and there is only one reason why the Illuminati would want to kill their own - a threat of exposure.

Which brings us to what John and Robert had done which earn them both a death warrant?

Ever heard about the 1962 Cuban Missile Crisis? No? Well, The Cuban Missile Crisis was a confrontation between the Soviet Union and Cuba on one side and the United States on the other in October 1962 and is generally regarded as the moment in which the Cold War came closest to turning into a nuclear holocaust.

President Kennedy's respond to the crisis was a shocking flip from the master plan. Some even said that the ending of the crisis greatly influenced the domino effect that led to the fate of USSR in later years.

According to plan, John F Kennedy as a pure blood President would dance along with Russian President Nikita Khrushchev to escalate the crisis that should then led to millions of people perished in nuclear war. However, to the anger of other pure blood families, John refused to allow the nuke from flying. Instead, it was the USSR that had retreated from Cuba willingly.

Up to this day, many people still wonder why mother Russia allowed herself to be embarrassed that way. Is its true that the Russian President had lost the 'chicken game' with one of the youngest president in American History?

The truth is, the war was aborted because the Illuminati had been blackmailed, and the only human being on earth that can blackmail all 13 families of the Illuminati is of course - a family member of the Illuminati itself. In order to force the Illuminati to abort their biggest project of the 20th century, John and Robert both threatened to appear on national television to expose themselves, their bloodline, and the entire Illuminati royal families to the world.

Can you imagine how such announcement by the US president (John) and US Attorney General (Robert) could change the course of our history?

So now you know why John and his brother was swiftly assassinated. The Illuminati was such in a hurry to kill him, they didn't even bother to come up with a good plan. In the end, because of the poor planning, many loose ends were left untied and hence the conspiracy theory was born.

There are currently 13 families bloodlines of the Illuminati namely;

1. Astor,
2. Bundy,
3. Collins,
4. DuPont,
5. Freeman,
6. Kennedy,
7. Li,
8. Onassis,
9. Reynolds,
10. Rockefeller,
11. Rothschild,
12. Russell, and finally
13. Van Duyn Bloodline.

So far I have yet to find any trail of evidence suggesting that Anwar Ibrahim has the royal blood in him but that can be explained. If I'm the Illuminati I would take my lesson from the Kennedy incident that is not to employ your immediate family members to work under you because if he betrays you it will be difficult to dispose him. I once employed one of my wife's cousin to work for my firm. It turned out to be a bad decision because when her temper caused one developer company to walk out from the panel ship agreement, I found it difficult to fire that bitch. So if I'm the Illuminati, it would be better to employ someone more expandable. Take Benazir Bhutto for example, they funded her and used her to destabilize Pakistan and when they were done with her, they just bombed her to smithereens. Now, that’s a good way to do business the Illuminati way.

So, if Anwar Ibrahim is just a sheep, then who's the shepherd?

We have to refer to history to make an intelligent guess. Here's a clue as suggested by one of my colleagues in the Watchers Group - what does Singapore and Penang have in common?

When asked this question, the first thing that comes to everyone’s mind would be that both are islands. Geographically, that's true. However, the question is not about their similarity but what these two islands really have to offer.

No, the answer needs to be searched from historical and political point of views.

In the early paragraph of this chapter, I did say that the Illuminati's agenda nowadays are not about winning popularity contest. I also said that a good way to do business is not to employ your immediate family members. The Illuminati adopts this policy when selecting a candidate to contest for political office but this policy of flying below radar only came to place after President Kennedy betrayed them in 1960’s. Prior to that, the Illuminati have no problem letting the Illuminati bloodlines appear on public radar. In fact, they even insisted for it in the area where no such radar exists.

One area in this globe where no such radar exists in the 60’s is South East Asia. Frankly speaking, public awareness on the existence of the Illuminati is so low in this region that you can candidly walk to a person and ask him/her whether he/she knows what Illuminati is and the respond to that question would be “is that food or something?”

If the awareness is low in the 21st century, then such awareness was almost non-existent in 1960’s. Only a few people would know about it by then. Therefore it is correct to say that in 1960’s no one knew that amongst the 13 royal families of the Illuminati, there are two Asian families. One of them is known as ‘The Li Family’.

To understand about the Li’s connection, one has to understand how the Chinese name are joined. A Chinese name is made up of a family name (surname), which is written first, and then comes the personal name. Family names are usually of one character each and the surname Li is amongst the 5 top families in mainland China (others are Chen, Zhang, He, and Huang).

According to the Chinese dictionary of surnames (the Xing Zuan), the Li surname has a long history which goes back to Emperor Zhuanzu who was the first Li and lived before 2000 B.C. Then there was Li Yuan as the founder of the Tang Dynasty that lasted from 618 to 906 A.D. His son who ruled after him was Li Shimin. In their dynasty, printing and paper money were introduced to China.

It was during the Tang Dynasty that about 15 different surnames were given the honour of having the Li surname. One of these surnames is Lin.

A Chinese who with the same surname has more loyalty to someone else who has the same surname. For instance, two Chinese with the Li name would consider themselves relatives even if they were totally strangers. Even if two people have no blood ties, if they have the same surname it is generally considered incestuous to marry each other in China.

As some of the Li and Lin migrated to other continents, the spelling changed too. Hence, in Singapore and countries of South East Asia, the Li family name is spelled Lee. Alternate Romanizations include Lai (in Cantonese), Lý (Vietnam), Lí (Vietnam), Lei (Macau), Lie (Indonesia), and Lê (Vietnam).

I guess the fact that LEE Kuan Yew (of Singapore) also share the same surname proves nothing at all at this point. Taken collectively, these surnames make Li the most common surname in the world and I’m sure we have met some Lee’s in our own neighbourhood and it proves nothing but biology.

But then again, we have to take into account the historical background of PAP and it’s connection to the Li’s family who controls Mainland China. If there’s a connection between PAP and the red party in China, then definitely there’s a connection between the LEEs in Singapore and the LIs who controls China.


Not many people would know this, but when PAP was inaugurated in November 1954, the communists and the Freemasons were invited as VIPs. The VIPs representing China’s communists are Fang Chuang Pi ('the Plen'), Lim Chin Siong and Fong Swee Suan. Then there’s Devan Nair as pro-Communist and also present was our Masonic Prime Minister Tunku Abdul Rahman (read my previous article “Commenting on COMMENTING ON TAN SRI SANUSI JUNID'S MENTION ON FREEMASON to learn more on Tunku).

In his later memoirs, Lee Kuan Yew admitted that it was the communists who supported him in becoming the Prime Minister in 1959. This is an important admission because that means the Li dynasty in China was responsible in putting the Lee dynasty in Singapore to power.

The Li dynasty in China is certainly a force of power to reckon with. When the Premier Li Peng goes to New York City, amongst his top agenda was meeting another prominent Illuminati dynasty - the Rockefellers. Of all the dictators in this world, Li Peng was amongst a few whom somehow managed to escape media persecutions by the West despite being the person behind the "Tiananmen Square Massacre". Li Peng also shamelessly make use of his premiership to enrich the Li’s family. He spent much of his premiership staffing the State Power Corp with his relatives. Li's management effectively transformed China's energy industry into a "family fiefdom". At its height, Li's power company controlled 72% of all energy-producing assets in China, and was ranked as the sixtieth-largest company in the world by US magazine Fortune. Two of Li's children, Li Xiaopeng and Li Xiaolin, inherited and ran two of China's electrical monopolies.

Another Li currently in power is the Li Ka-shing . This richest person of East Asian is the eleventh richest person in the world with an estimated wealth of US$ 22 billion as of 2011. Presently, he is the Chairman of Hutchison Whampoa Limited (HWL) and Cheung Kong Holdings; through them, he is the world's largest operator of container terminals and the world's largest health and beauty retailer.

The trend continues in Singapore. Lee Kuan Yew’s youngest son, Lee Hsien Yang, was a former President and Chief Executive Officer of SingTel - one of the largest mobile network operators in the world. He is currently the Non-Executive Director and Chairman of F&N Limited - a company with total assets of over S$13 billion and employed over 13,000 people in 20 countries. Lee Kuan Yew’s daughter, Lee Wei Ling, runs the National Neuroscience Institute while Lee Hsien Loong's wife, Ho Ching, is the Executive Director and CEO of Temasek Holdings - an investment company owned by the government of Singapore with a portfolio of about S$193 billion (US$157 billion), end of March 2011.

So, if there’s a connection between the Li’s in China and the Lee’s in Singapore, then what’s the connection between the Lee’s in Singapore with the Island of Penang?

This might come as a surprise, but while the Li surname has evolved into Lee in South East Asia, so does the surname Lin. The Lin surname is sometimes pronounced as LIM in Singapore and Malaysia.

Do you know the most famous LIM in Malaysia?

Do you know the most famous LIM in Malaysia?

I bet you do.. Hehe

We know now that the Penang Democratic Action Party (DAP) was originally the Malaysian branch of the Singapore People's Action Party (PAP). However, Singapore seceded from the federation in 1965, many of the Malaysian PAP members were instructed to continue the party, including future President of Singapore Devan Nair who stayed in Malaysia to form the DAP in October 1965.

Ever since its formation, DAP has one member who happens to be a relative of PAP leader Lee Kuan Yew. His name is Lim Kit Siang, and in the early years when Lee Kuan Yew was studying in a High School in Batu Pahat, Lim Kit Siang was also schooling there and stayed with Lee Kuan Yew and his family (the historical fact about Lew Kuan Yew’s stay in Johore has been deleted from Singapore texts. So don’t bother yourself seeking verification. If you need corroborative evidence, ask the old folks at Batu Pahat).

I guess you can already guess where I am going with this. Yes, Lee Kuan Yew and Lim Kit Siang are related or at least as close as a relatives as can be. It’s already known in public that Lee Kuan Yew was Lim Kit Siang‘s mentor.

I’m still investigating whether the Lim’s family in Penang has any relationship with the two Lims whom was instrumental in Lee Kuan Yew rise to power. The first one is Lim Chin Siong who is amongst the three founder members of the PAP. He was supposed to be Singapore’s Prime Minister but his political career was assassinated by Lee Kuan Yew who accused him of being a Communist (Note: Lee Kuan Yew only recently admitted in his memoir that the communist put him on power. In 1956 he used communism as an excuse to arrest his political challengers). The other one is Lim Yew Hock, the Minister for Labour and Welfare in 1956 who arrested Lim Chin Siong and put him to jail. In 1956 he blamed Lim Chin Siong for the infamous Hock Lee bus riots and jailed him. In 1964 Tunku Abdul Rahman appointed him as the Malaysian High Commissioner to Canberra, Australia where he went missing for 10 days in June 1966. His wife and daughters went on national television to plead for his safe return after a massive police search was unsuccessful in locating him. Then, just as mysteriously as he had disappeared, a passing stranger had discovered him ill, wandering at Sydney street 10 days later. The stranger then drove him to Canberra to return him to the High Commission.

“Are we in Penang already?”

Her voice took me away from my wandering mind. The Rock’s fan has awakened from sleep.

There was no need for me to answer that because our car was now travelling on the famous Penang Bridge. Certainly she recognized the bridge even if it’s in the middle of the night. We are now entering the Island where the first Freemason had landed in Tanah Melayu.

“What’s the plan for tomorrow?” She demanded to know my schedule tomorrow.

I didn't answer that also. Actually, I’m still clueless of my next game plan for tomorrow. Before Syafiqah forced her way (with her mouth) into this trip, I had come up with a brilliant plan to bribe my way into completing my mission. But now the loud mouth is here, I think I might need to find a place to ditch her before I can meet up with the witnesses who could tell me how Fatimah died.

“So what’s our plan for tomorrow?” She repeated her question when I did not answer the first. I grimaced to hear the word “our” in the question.

“I don’t know yet” I answered her question. I lied of course. What I will do is to find a nice hotel for us to stay for the night and by dusk tomorrow I will drive away leaving her behind still snoring in her room.

“You don’t know?” I heard her voice rising. Her eyebrow must be rising up by now.

“I don’t know.. YET” I emphasized on the word “yet” this time because I already sensed some nagging was coming. If that’s the case, my experience with my mom has taught me that the safest course of action is to shut my mouth and momentarily shut down my brain as well.

“We drove this far and you-don’t-know-what-to-do-tomorrow?” She deliberately annoyed me with her syntax.

Actually I’m the one doing the driving while she was busy snoring...

“You guys are hopeless..” She declared while looking through the windshield. "That’s why I need to tag along in this trip.. Otherwise it’ll take forever for you to investigate my sister’s death”

I smiled when I heard her saying that. I was doing fine on my own without her tagging along, thank you. My mouth twitched this time to say something aloud but I sustain the will to remain silent.

“This is your first time in Penang right? Do you even know how to drive there?”

Apparently she is not aware of Nokia N95 and its GPS function. But I was not so mean to make fun of her ‘kampung’ background. I really was trying to avoid an argument. The way the ladies think, an argument for them is actually just a discussion that occurs when they already think they are right, and that it’s just that men just have not realized it yet. If I could represent the men of the world I will beg to differ, but I know there is no winning because a woman always want to have the last word in any argument, anything a man says to her after that is just the beginning of a new argument.

“Not.. yet..” This time I answered. I was trying to play safe and as a lawyer I think this answer seems to be the vaguest answer I could come up with.

“Do you know why the children of Israel wandered around the desert for 40 years? Because even in biblical times, men wouldn’t ask for directions” her voice sounded serious as she told me that.

Ladies in general do not realize that nagging while travelling is not helpful either. Often at the risk of making men having heart attacks or causing motor vehicle accidents, nagging made the men lose focus in finding directions – of which probably why the Israelites have been lost since the day of Moses.

But I continue zipping my lips. Play safe! Play safe! Memandu dengan selamat, ingat orang tersayang.

“Let me ask you something, where would all men be today if it were not for us women?”

In the Garden of Eden eating strawberries! That’s where!

“Why haven’t you spoken to me yet in the past 10 minutes?” She was finally annoyed with my muteness.

“I tried.. But I didn’t like to interrupt you…”

I could almost hear the sound of her blood pressure rising after I gave her that answer. I’m sure she was about to give a piece of her mind about me when my Nokia N95 (I bought one after seeing how good it performed in Fatimah’s case) phone suddenly rang. Saved by the bell! Hurray!

But now, who would be calling me at this hour?

I picked up the phone and said “Hello?”

“Assalammualaikum dan selamat malam.. eeh la ni duk malam lagi ka, dah kira masuk jam 12 tengah pagi? Lantaklah.. Hang apa habaq nooo..” (Peace upon you and good night.. Eeh is it still at night or already passed 12am? Whatever.. How are you?) A man’s voice was at the end of the phone with a heavy Penangite accent..

“Waalaikum salam.. Encik ni siapa? (Peace on you too.. Who are you?)” I didn’t recognize the cheerful voice.

“Aku laaaa si cacamarba… Hang kenai kaaaa dak? Eh betoi jugak kan, konpom la hang tak kenai aku yang hensem ni sebab kita tak pernah sembang lagi.. tapi kita dah pernah chat kat chatroom Watchers Group.. takkan lupa kot. Raplah betoi hang ni. (This is me, cacamerba.. don’t you recognise me? Of course you don’t because this is the first time we speak to each other. But we chatted before via online in the Watchers Group channel, remember?”)

Now I remember him, he is one of the juniors in the Watchers group. Imam Ali recommended him into the Muslims group and later he was allowed to sign in as one of us. He’s bubbly one and he dare to reveal too much information about himself than one is allowed to. He is a pure Penangite and that is quite evident from the accent he was using with me now. I really don’t know why Imam Ali brought him to the group other than the fact that he is also a blogger like most of us in the Watchers group. You too can read his blog at http://good-stuff-bad-stuff.blogspot.com/. Quite a nice guy and we have been chatting online several times discussing Malaysian politics. He’s a joker and he called me “Bai” (that’s generic name for every male in Penang, I guess) and return, he didn’t mind me calling him “Lahabau” (Lahabau is a slang for “Dam It”. So it is sort of like calling someone “Hey Dam It”. I’m not from Malacca but since he called me “Bai” without my consent, then I see nothing wrong calling him “Lahabau” occasionally. He didn’t mind at all)

“Oh kau ke Lahabau? First time kita borak. Kau kat mana seka… “
(Is it you Lahabau? This is our first time talking. Where are you..?)

Then it hit me, how the hell did he get my number???

“Tunggu sekejap! Bagaimana kau tau nombor handpone aku hah?!”
(Wait minute! How did you get my number?)

Silent. Then..

“Errr.. Takkan Imam Ali tak bagi tau hang lagi? Aku ingat dia dah call”
(Errr.. Didn’t Imam Ali called you yet? I thought he has) His voice sounded surprised now.

What the hell is going on? No one is supposed to know my number except for MGS and I was sure she didn’t share that information with anyone else.

“Tak ada pun.. Lagipun Imam Ali pun tak tau nombor aku.. Takda siapa dalam Watchers tau nombor aku..”
(Nope.. And Imam Ali does not know my number... No one in the Watchers Group knows my number)

He stuttered when he replied “I gave him your number two days ago.. He said yesterday he’ll give you a call this morning, so I figure I’ll say hi as a follow up”

My voice changed into a murderous tone. “YOU-TRACKED-DOWN-MY-NUMBER? HOW?”

Silent again.. From the other end of the line I thought I heard someone said `mampuih dah aku’ before I heard a reply. “I work for a Telecommunication Company? Remember?”

Oh, now I get why Imam Ali wanted him in the group. I’m a profiler, he on the other hand is a tracker. As a profiler I make intelligent guess on a person based on how he writes and behaves. Tracker on the other hand is people who has access to the system and thus is in a position to track down any individual if sufficient information is available. Cacamarba did announced in the forum once that he works for the largest Telecommunication Company in this country. If enough information can be gathered about me, that should be enough for him to find me amongst millions of names in the nationwide user database.

“Who else know my number?!”

“No one.. just me and Imam Ali and Mojo” From the sound of his voice, I was sure he regretted making a phone call to me.

Mojo? That Mojo guy from “Nonsensical Insight”? (http://mojowatcher.blogspot.com/)

“You’ve met Mojo Jojo?.. and told him my number?” I was hissing through my teeth.

There was a nervous chuckle from the end of the line.

“I don’t think Mojo will like you adding Jojo to his name.. and chill out bro… Imam Ali, Mojo and I went to see that Syafiqah chick weeks ago… Pretty hot chick eh? Is she with you now?”

I took a quick look at Syafiqah. She was doing the eyebrow thing again.

“Yes..”

“Let’s have lunch tomorrow with them, shall we? There’s a good restaurant in GeorgeTown you wouldn’t want to miss. Mojo is coming and Imam Ali is paying for the treat… and bring her along..”

“I’m busy.. I’ll think about it later..” I really have no desire to actually meet the three stooges whom I really do not know anything about except for their supposedly existence in the Internet. Furthermore, I would not know how to explain to them why I have agreed to be employed by the Jesuits.

Cacamerba was saying something when I switched off the phone.

CHAPTER 1 and 2

Hi it's me again. Since I'm too lazy to write down any new materials, I decided to release the first 2 chapters on my novel JEREJAK. I would like to thank Ms.HH, The½EmptyParadox & Siti for their help in assisting me completing these chapters.

CHAPTER 1 - PROLOGUE
Author: AfterDark
Gammar Correction: The½EmptyParadox

It was pitch black yet I saw it happening around me.

The things you see when people fight, and the gush of fear that hits them. That’s me in the center of the ring. That’s me, in fear. Like a coward. And its my first time in the ring. Being a target. And wailing like a walrus in fear.

What a mess…

My name is Muhammad. In the internet I am known as AfterDark.

This is my story.

CHAPTER 2 - I BLAME FOX MULDER & DANA SCULLY
Author: AfterDark
Grammar Correction By: Ms.HH, The½EmptyParadox & Siti

So how in the world did I get myself into this mess?

Well, for a start I would very much like to blame the creator of the television series “the X-files” for the chain of events. In 1993, Chris Carter from the Fox Network came up with the 90’s cult TV series ‘The X-Files’. I believe many people of my generation (the 30 something) still remember the show about FBI agents Fox Mulder (played by actor David Duchovny) and Dana Scully (played by the beautiful redhead Gillian Anderson). In the series, the two agents were assigned to investigate some paranormal stuffs and government conspiracies which involved the highest order within a Secret Organisation.

The show depicts the general idea that there’s a bunch of very powerful men out there controlling the world. I guess the idea is not even new to most people. Since the 70’s Hollywood came out with James Bond movies portraying several villains who are all out for world domination. However, the ideas behind these villains are all wrong and clearly impossible to exist in real life. The villain in James Bond movies would usually be just one man against the world. These villains (in all the James Bond movies) were very wealthy up to the point where they could own spaceship or stealth submarine or nuclear warhead without the film having to explain where the funds came from. Therefore the idea that such super villains exist is clearly laughable. It goes without saying that Bond films in the 70’s were as dumb as the blonde characters portrayed in them. Men thronged into theatres not to work their brains out, instead they were just there to watch the Bond ladies in skimpy dress, cool Bond gadgets and the highly entertaining action packed scenes.

The X-Files is much, much different. It amplified the whispers in the ‘underground’ that the United States government was not what it seemed to be. The idea itself was ‘modified’ here and there to spread misinformation to the general population. Nonetheless the world was captivated by an idea that the government was actually controlled by a few very powerful men in expensive suits who could determine who should live and who should die. To the American public, who had long been told about the assassination of JFK and the Roswell Conspiracy, the idea behind the X-Files came to as no surprise. But for those who live outside United States, the X-Files gave them the inspiration to learn more about what was happening in their own country.

I am one of those very few people. Interested to know more about the X-Files in my own country, I began to read. In the era where the internet was only 14.4 kpbs at its best, finding information was definitely scarce. In fact, I relied on my dad to tell me a few bits about what was happening in the world which could give me the general idea of what I was looking for.

It was from my dad that I knew about the arrest of Siddiq Mohamad Ghouse in 1981 for his alleged involvement with the KGB. Three other Soviet officers were also expelled in connection with the case. Later in his memoir ‘A Doctor in the House’, the former Prime Minister wrote that the then Security Minister Tan Sri Ghazali had shown him several pictures of Siddiq Ghouse meeting with several Singaporeans. This was the first time I heard about Singaporeans clandestine activities in our country that had stirred up an interest in me to know more.

I will further explain more in this book about how this new found obsession had sunk me further into the underground world especially in my involvement with a group known as the ‘Watchers group’.

In 1998, I was in my fourth year studying Law in one of the local universities. This was a memorable year because a year before that the whole South East Asia was economically attacked by currency traders in what was known as ‘The Asian Currency Crisis’. Despite the fact that the Internet was still 28.8 kbps at that time in Malaysia, our law library was sufficiently equipped with enough bandwidth for students to browse the Internet for news of what was happening in Indonesia and the rest of Asian countries affected by the attack. To avoid congested traffic in our university Internet server, I performed Maghrib prayer in the faculty surau before I started my daily ritual of reading the news of the world. At dusk, very few people were utilising the Internet and therefore the speed improved significantly.

To address the economic woes, the then Deputy Prime Minister of Malaysia Mr. Anwar Ibrahim adopted a wrong strategy. Being his admirer back then, at first I thought these errors were unintentionally made. But later I came to believe that the so called ‘errors’ were all intended. Not long after that he was dismissed from the Cabinet by our Prime Minister and lost all his privileges. This is when I began to realise that he was up to no good. Being an avid reader of this horrible thing that had happened in Indonesia consequent to the currency crisis, I was horrified to learn that Anwar had adopted the same strategy to topple down the government.

It is worthy to note here that the Indonesian riot happened sometime between 13-15 May 1998. The riots were triggered by the 1997 currency crisis which subsequently led to food shortages and mass unemployment, and eventually the resignation of President Suharto and the fall of the government. A government minister reported on the damages or destruction of 2,479 shop-houses, 1,026 ordinary houses, 1,604 shops, 383 private offices, 65 bank offices, 45 workshops, 40 shopping malls, 13 markets, and 12 hotels.

In terms of human misery, it is reported that more than five thousand people died in the riots, at least 168 rape cases were reported, and material damages were valued at more than Rp 3.1 trillion. However, the actual numbers of rape cases alone were in thousands.

Overall, the Indonesian riot on 13th May 1998 is far worse than 13th May 1969 riot in Malaysia.

For me, the decision by the said Anwar Ibrahim to follow the Indonesian so-called ‘Reformasi’ is the only reason I needed to convince myself that this lunatic is no longer worthy of my admiration. It was merely 7 days after the Indonesian riot and I managed to access the news and stories posted in the Internet about the murders, rapes and devastation that had engulfed Indonesia in the aftermath of the political demonstration turned riot. Therefore it really struck me to realise that a Deputy Prime Minister whom I assumed had better access to these information would choose to follow the same path of destruction for my country. Hypothetically, it was like seeing your neighbour set his house on fire in May and then oddly enough you decided to do exactly the same in September, how was that making sense at all?

My dad told me that the 13th May riot in Malaysia was orchestrated by ‘outsiders’ who were back then trying to destabilise the new Malaysia. For me, this was no longer rumours but a fact. Unfortunately in 1969 the media was still at its infancy and therefore not much information was properly recorded to prove this. But thanks to the Internet and new age media, there are plenty of information about the riot in Indonesia to back up the allegation that the riots was meticulously planned. Evidence about the rapes proven that the whole thing was orchestrated. The rape victims’ age ranges from ten to fifty where it was executed systematically and well-organised, since most of the perpetrators were not from the area, but came from elsewhere in groups.

The Indonesian riot was triggered by the fatal shooting of four students from Trisakti University who partook in a demonstration against the Government on 12th May 1998. It was reported that the shooting was deliberately done by several unknown men on motorcycles who appeared on the flyover which overlooked Trisakti. The identities of these men were never known until today.

It was many months later, a theory surfaced upon which the instigators to these riots were from the military itself. An independent investigation into the events managed to record a testimony from a taxi driver reported hearing a man in a military helicopter encouraging people on the ground to carry out looting; shop-owners at a Plaza claimed that, before the riots, military officers tried to extract protection money; a teenager claimed he and thousands of others had been trained as protesters; a street child alleged that Kopassus officers ordered him and his friends to become rioters; there was a report of soldiers being dressed up as students and then taking part in rioting; eyewitnesses spoke of muscular men with short haircuts arriving in military-style trucks and directing attacks on Chinese homes and businesses.

It was later believed that the mastermind behind these riots was the Illuminist General Prabowo Subianto. Prabowo who was lionised by his American counterparts as a future national leader, was believed to have used Kopassus and the army in general as the instrument to trigger the chaos. It was also later implicated that Prabowo was the man behind the formation of 'ninja squads', presumably the same squad behind the murder of numerous religious men in Banyuwangi and the one operated by the paramilitary groups in East Timor.

Prabowo and his billionaire brother Hashim were also the men behind the formation of 'Partai Gerakan Indonesia Raya' or Gerindra in short. The purpose behind the formation of Gerindra was somewhat similar to Anwar Ibrahim’s PKR party in Malaysia, namely to promote Prabowo as the next President of Indonesia. After he failed in his attempt to be nominated as presidential candidate for Golkar Party, he egress Golkra and instead used Gerindra to nominate him as the Presidential candidate for the 2009 General Election. However due to his history which was perceived as a liability against his chances, he was advised by his advisor Alex Castinallos (a U.S. Republican Party political media consultant and also top media adviser to Bush Cheney '04) to shift his strategy by agreeing to be nominated as vice president alongside Megawati Suekarnoputri as Presidential candidate against Susilo-Boediono team. It is very interesting to note that Prabowo like Anwar Ibrahim seemed unable to escape the influence of Illuminati even for a minor detail such as choosing the logo of his party. Whereas Anwar Ibrahim had chosen the "all seeing eye" as the logo for Parti Keadilan Rakyat, Prabowo had chosen an emblem very similar to the Illuminati's eagle emblem. Coincidence you say? I think not.

On 3rd September 1998, Anwar Ibrahim was dismissed from being the second most powerful man in Malaysia. The man I would like to say thanks to this is none other than the previous number one most powerful man in Malaysia - Tun Dr Mahathir Mohammad. However, from the information I later gathered from my friends in the Group, I learnt that Anwar Ibrahim’s ‘reformasi’ movement was not a result of his dismissal. In fact, a group member who was there joining groups of a thousand people who surrounded the UMNO headquarter that night (the night Anwar was sacked) had told me that the tendency for violence was clearly visible by then. Remembering that night, he now believes that Anwar’s dismissal from the cabinet was anticipated by Anwar himself, by which he planned to use that as a pretext to start street violence in Malaysia. In fact, a day before his dismissal, Anwar had already moved his propaganda agenda/‘machine‘, in comparing the Indonesian Reformasi and Malaysia.

Anwar Ibrahim was certainly a drama king that night. Despite the full opportunity given to him to defend the homosexual allegation alleged against him, he chose not to proof his innocence. Instead, he was barking on irrelevant topics such as the so-called political conspiracy against him. Down below on the street, his propaganda machine led by Dr. Rahim Ghouse started the hate campaign against the government via the spreading of poison letters and flyers to the crowd. It was clear to my friend by then that Anwar’s propaganda machine had long been prepared to create havoc in Malaysia similar to the chaotic situation in Indonesia.

Alarmed by Anwar’s clear intention to ‘import’ the Indonesian style of violence into Malaysia, it took me a while before I eventually started my own battle against the Malaysian ‘Reformasi’ movement. I went to Imbi Plaza at Bukit Bintang, Kuala Lumpur and bought myself a pirated software of the most basic HTML editor I could find and learned to create my website. After two days of self-learning, I registered myself with a free account at Geocities.com and began writing.

And hence ‘AnwarGate’ website was born.

I’m still quite proud with my achievements through AnwarGate. I can honestly say that ‘AnwarGate’ was the first Anti-Anwar ever to emerge in the Internet. By that time the Internet was filled with several Pro-Anwar websites led by a website known as `MahaZalim’ and these websites were clocking thousands of visitors. By comparison, AnwarGate was virtually unknown and didn’t even manage to clock any visitor 36 hours after I posted my first article. So I decided to be creative. I spammed my first article to hundreds of email address I could find in the Internet forum. That really helped started the traffic to my website.

It was through AnwarGate I hurled my first innuendo that Anwar was recruited by the CIA. I found this picture of an American Eagle in the internet so I pasted Anwar’s picture below it and wrote a big bold sentence above it “THE EAGLE HAS LANDED”. I then uploaded the picture onto my website so that anyone can download it for free as their PC’s wallpaper. Needless to say, I received almost 145 emails from Anwar’s fans condemning me. That lifted my spirit and made me spend several more nights designing several other wallpapers. One particular wallpaper even had the CIA emblem on it.

Unfortunately ‘AnwarGate’ only managed to survive for a year. Anwar Ibrahim went to jail not long after that and Tun Mahathir were still there to lead the government into general election victory. I wrote my last article in 1999 before saying goodbye. Some mystery guy from PERWAJA actually offered to buy the website from me and I said yes for a cash of RM5,000.00 (Hey, I was graduating that year and I needed money to spend while looking for a job) but before the deal was closed my account got hacked and the password was changed. That effectively ended AnwarGate for good.

Apparently, that was not the end of this story.

YOUTUBE: RISING SUN OVER MALAYA

The Second World War in Malaya from 1941-1945 was a time of darkness and despair - where innocent lives were lost and blood ran freely. The Japanese rule with an iron hand, slaughtering tens of thousands of Chinese citizens. They force young women to work as sex slaves, or ‘comfort women’ and trick others into working on the notorious ‘Death Railway’. The people of Malaya struggle for survival. When the Japanese surrender in 1945, Malaya plunges into a period of turmoil that brings it to the brink of civil war. But amidst the fire and ruins, sparks of resilience and courage grew. The painful war experience gave a great impetus to a new awakening. “Rising Sun Over Malaya” tells this little known story through the eyes of the people of Malaysia who had a personal observation of the occupation.

AfterDark: I hope Novista won't mind me uploading this documentary in YouTube. If anyone from Novista contact me wanting me to pulled off this documentary from youtube and this blog, I will swiftly comply.

CHAPTER 8: THE GIRL WITH THE SCARY EYEBROW

Assalamualaikum and Hi again to all my readers.

Here's the next chapter of my upcoming novel. I would be grateful if anyone could point out my grammar mistakes. Just copy and paste the paragraph with grammatical mistakes in the Comments section together with your correction.

Selected comments will be included in the novel itself.

Now, I must put forward in advance that not everything in the novel is based on the true events. Because the intention was to promote an idea about Illuminati in Malaysia, then I have no choice but to fictionalized 25% of the stories to keep your interest. This chapter is an example of such fiction.

However, the rest 75% was either true or based on the true story. The story about how Fatimah died in Chapter 7 is within that 75% eventhough I did changed the name and the venue where she took her last breath.

Enjoy the story and Chapter 9 will entails some very interesting information about the Luciferians.

Update: Akkuzio helps out with grammar correction today (12/02/2012).. HURRAAAHHH!
Update: Miss.HH also helps improving the wordings today (12/02/2012).. YIPPEEEE!

CHAPTER 8
THE GIRL WITH THE SCARY EYEBROW
Grammar Correction by Akkuzio on 12 February 2012 14:59
Additional suggestion by Miss.HH on 12 February 2012 22:25

It’s 10.30 am, and I was standing on a yard outside a wooden house where Fatimah’s family lives.

It’s my first time being in Kedah, and so far I think visit is okay but nothing fancy.. maybe the average first impression was caused by the hotel I’m staying in.

For reasons which only God and my taxi driver knew, of all the good places I can afford in Kedah, I ended up renting a room at a budget hotel - Flora Inn. Don’t get me wrong, the hotel was.. errr … okay I guess. It’s been awhile since I last seen a toilet where you have to squat!.

Maybe God was punishing me for receiving payment from the Jesuits, or maybe it’s because I was looking shabby when I boarded the flight to Langkawi on my way to Kedah. I was merely wearing my favorite t-shirt and a khaki trouser during my first visit to this island. When the taxi driver asked me where I would like to go, I merely told him to drive me to any hotel in Kedah with the biggest room.

Usually, the words `the biggest room’ would properly convey my wishes that I was looking for the most expensive hotel around. But for the old fellow behind the steering, he was probably looking at my shabby clothes and figured that I’m a budget traveller, so he took me to this budget hotel with a large room originally built as apartments.

I made a mental note of googling the Internet tonight. I might be a shabby looking guy, but for now I’m too rich to stay in any budget hotel regardless of how good the service might be.

Oh.. and speaking of rich, there was five million ringgit in my accounts right now. Miss Pang, abide by my request to deposit RM816,666.00 to each of my six savings accounts (Maybank, CIMB, Bank Islam, Standard Chartered, Public Bank and Alliance Bank) while the remaining RM100,000.00 is paid cash to cover my initial expenses. I just discovered that a thousand notes of RM100 was quite handful to put in my wallet, hence I only carried 40 notes in my wallet while the rest was tucked somewhere in my beg pack.

A week ago, I decided to take the job offered by Miss Pang, since I figured it would not hurt anyone or led to any major sin. Furthermore, what I’m going to do was quite a win-win situation for all parties involved.

My task was straightforward yet harmless. The ultimate goal was to meet with Fatimah’s family and persuades them not to litigate the matter. It turned out that Fatimah has younger sisters and one of them had written a letter to the hotel demanding explanation on Fatimah's death. Because Fatimah had died due to unknown causes less than 24 hours after she was admitted to the hospital, her death had been classified as ‘sudden death’ and the police got involved. No thanks to Miss Pang’s presence at the Hospital that morning, the hospital knew who Fatimah’s employer were and the police waste no time of paying a visit to the hotel management. Within a short period of time, the police managed to contact Fatimah’s family and notified them of her death.

By now Robert was already missing and no one knew of his whereabouts. The hotel management had no choice but to inform the police that according to their records Fatimah was last seen accompanying Robert on a working trip to Jerejak Island (no one knew about the Pang’s involvement within 24 hours before her death). So the police began their manhunt for Robert.

One thing led to another and a week later Fatimah’s sister had written a letter to the hotel management demanding details of Fatimah’s last working trip with Robert. So far her letter was polite but the Pangs smelled litigation on its way. The Pangs were not worried about paying hefty compensation to Fatimah’s family for death occurred during employment. What the Pangs main concern was for the possibility that the litigation might reveal their role in Fatimah’s apostasy.

At this point when I re-evaluate Miss Pang’s instruction, I began to sense that there’s something she was not telling me. When I reconsider the story, I knew that there could be no way that Fatimah death could jeopardize the hotel’s reputation. Even if Fatimah’s family hurled allegation that the Fatimah’s had died apostate, such allegation has no bearing whatsoever from a civil point of view. In fact, in the court's papers the best they can throw was saying that Fatimah had died while on duty and seek monetary compensation for it. If that happens The Pangs were more than eager to sign a big fat cheque in order to sweep this issue under the carpet.

But for whatever reason she was not telling me, Miss Pang wanted me to stop the fire long before the spark was ignited. I sensed her urgency of wanting this rumour to die out, a rumors which according to her, was now circulating around about Fatimah dying as infidel.

It turned out that something had happened during Fatimah’s funeral that had started the people talking. Bearing in mind that she kicked her mother out of her house when she was 25 and died at the age of 35, thus 10 years had passed in between these two events. By the time she died, both of her parents have passed away. Despite her sister’s plea for her to return home to visit their dying parent (no one in her family knew Fatimah was an apostate), Fatimah simply refused to make the final visit.

At the time of her death, Fatimah’s only surviving next of kin were her sisters Syafiqah and Harnita. When Syafiqa went to the hospital, only she can closed Fatimah’s dead eyes. Syafiqah didn’t bring Harnita to the morgue. Harnita was instead told to go to Fatimah’s house and collect all her belongings.

But that’s not all. At home in the village the corpse mysteriously gained weight when she was about to be lifted and brought to the graveyard. Not even the biggest guy amongst the crowd could lift her up. The situation was chaotic enough that an ustaz emerged amongst the crowd to offer his advice. Upon seeing the corpse himself, the ustaz called Harnita and forced her to reveal a secret. Sobbing, the youngest sister confessed that she had found in Fatimah’s house pictures of Jesus framed on the wall, several cross and a bible on Fatimah's bed.

Totally stumped by the discovery, Harnita hid her discovery from Syafiqah to protect her dead sister’s reputation. The ustaz then told the sisters that all those items must not be in the house of any Muslims. So Harnita was ordered to bring out the bag where all those items were hidden and gasoline was poured over it before it was torched and burnt.

It’s hard to imagine the devastation felt by the sisters. Both sisters were hugging each other and wailing in despair and humiliation. Despite the good intention of the ustaz to burn the items at a secluded area behind the house, the sound of the wailing makes it impossible not to attract attention from visitors who gathered at the front.

To make the story short, the crowd were only able to lift Fatimah’s body after all her items turned to ashes. No thanks to the unfolding drama, the burial only completed at 5.12pm, a very late burial indeed.

There’s not much information made available to me on Fatimah’s sisters but I do know that up to a month ago Syafiqah was holding a teaching job at a primary school in Alor Setar, Kedah. She resigned after the death of her parent and went back to stay with the family in the village at Kuala Ketil, Kedah..

She's the one I was trying to persuade today.

The goal was to persuade the family to forget and forgive but Miss Pang was already thought that the chance of that ever happening was merely 10%. Her pessimism was actually realistic when taken into account the Malay’s sensitivity when it comes to religion.

Therefore there’s a backup plan in place should my meeting with Syafiqah today ended with disappointment.

From the information given to me, I know that Syafiqah's came from a working class family. Before their death, her dad was a retired teacher of the nearby Primary School while her mom used to operate a 'warung' (small restaurant). I wasn't sure why Syafiqah resigned from her previous employment as a teacher. I just assumed she had no choice but to return to the village since her parents passed on. After all, it is just Syafiqah and her youngest 17 year old sister, Harnita whom she needed to look after.

With such a basic information, I knew that Syafiqah will have no financial means to travel far in order to investigate her sister's death. That explained why she wrote to the hotel herself instead of hiring a lawyer to issue a threatening letter of demand.

Her financial difficulties gave me a huge advantage. Unlike her, I was armed with five million ringgit at my disposal. Therefore should she rejected my proposal for an amicable settlement, I will immediately traveled to Penang to bribe some witnesses in order to defeat Syafiqah's attempt of ever finding the truth about her late sister. Unlike Syafiqah who was still in the dark about her sister’s last trip to Jerejak Island, I already knew that there were three witnesses and I have their addresses. With such a huge sum of money available at my disposal, I already did my maths and I believe a bribe of RM250,000 per person should be enough to make them signed an affidavit denying everything. With them under my payout, there would be no trails of good evidence and the cover up would be completed.

I know what I was about to do was wrong. But I planned to pay Syafiqah's RM250,000 anyway as compensation. I figured that once I secured false evidence from the material witnesses then the Pang will have nothing to worry about.

Today I will try to offer Syafiqah a hefty RM950,000 as settlement money. If she refuse then I’ll go to Penang tomorrow and do my bribing, Once this is settled, all I have to do is knock the door again and just gave Syafiqah or Harnita a a cheque for a lesser some of RM250,000 on a pretext that the money was some sort of employee insurance money. If they still refuse, then I’ll deposit the money into Syafiqah’s BSN bank account without her knowledge. How Miss Pang was able to find out Syafiqah’s account numbers is something I will ask Miss Pang later.

Overall, paying four people RM250,000 each will still leave me with 4 million Ringgit to pocket. I’m not here to brag, but I do think that was a wickedly brilliant plan.

I was standing in the yard of this large wooden house and I wondered how on earth a girl like Fatimah could have ended dead in Penang with her tongue protruding black. Simply being here told me that she was.. at least used to be a typical village girl.. I mean, this village I’m in is as traditional as in the movies with coconuts trees and paddy field still around. Lucky for me that Miss Pang also had provided me with the GPS location of Fatimah’s house (that’s also something I will definitely ask Miss Pang later) or otherwise I could spend the whole day driving my rental car and would never be able to find this place out.

“Assalamualaikum! Are you looking for someone?”

Opocot! I was jumping aside in surprise of hearing a lady’s voice behind me. Where the hell did she came from? I turned 180 degrees and came face to face with this beautiful young girl whom I immediately knew as my target of today. Syafiqa stood there staring at me with a big question mark on her face.

“Err.. Walaikumsalam... Miss Syafiqa right? My apology for the intrusion but I came here to meet you”

I knew immediately I made a huuugee blunder there!

“O yeah!? And who are you and how do you know my name?”

Syafiqah was now staring at me menacingly. Even more menacing, her left eyebrow cocked down while the right one went up. It should be funny I guess, but at that moment I was scared shit of seeing that eyebrow. I've seen eyebrow like that somewhere but couldn't remember where.

Then I noticed the long sleeve t-shirt she was wearing. Printed across the front was a face of a famous WWF Wrestler Dwayne Johnson and the words:-

"DO YOU SMEEEEEELLLL.. WHAT THE ROCK IS COOK'IN!"

Yup, standing in front of me was the Rock's fan and she's doing a perfect impersonation of the Rock's famous eyebrow. With that menacing eyebrow on her forehead, in my imagination I could almost hear the Rock's music theme in the air.

(Wikipedia: Dwayne Douglas Johnson (born May 2, 1972), also known by his ring name The Rock, is an American actor and professional wrestler who is signed to WWE, appearing on the Raw brand. He is often credited as Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson".)

I was stumped for a second but I know I need to come up with something convincing quickly. Nothing to worry about! I was telling myself, I would lie and she would believe my cover story. Lying to her certainly would be easier than lying to a High Court Judge in murder case.

The Rock's fan did the eyebrow thing again. Oh man.. I better gave her something before she started calling me 'Jabroni' and send my 'Candy Ass' to the 'Smack Down Hotel' (you have to be a fan of the Rock to understand some of The Rock's famous words. I suggest you utilize Youtube now).

"I'm Muhammad. I'm representing the hotel where your sister used to work"

Great! There goes my grand plan to lie.

"It doesn't matter to me what's your name are. What do you want?" the Rock's fan voice still flat.

I decided to adopt the strategy of telling half true and half a lie.

"I'm here to discuss about the letter you've sent to the management a month ago. I have read your late sister's resumee and she stated there that she had two other siblings and the youngest is still a teenager. I just assumed you're Shafiqah because you certainly don’t look young enough to be a teenager".

I wait for her to say something but nothing came out from her. I do sensed that she's not exactly exhibiting hostility. Cautious maybe.

She was now moving toward the shade under the nearby mango tree where where was a tree trunk big enough for her to sit. I now noticed that she's holding a grocery bag with her right hand. There was also an old scooter nearby. She must have been returning from the nearby store when she found me standing on the yard a moment ago.

"Miss Syafiqah, I come in good faith to express the management condolences on your sister's demise. Can we talk about your letter inside?" i just said that to see if she would invite me into the house. I was curious because the house sounded awfully quite.

"My sister is out of town for the moment. it's just me here so forgive me for not inviting you in. This is a kampung (village) so I don't want the neighbors to start gossiping. we can talk here". She was cute, yet stern. That's sexy in its own way.

"Fair enough" I said and continued "The management offers their deepest sympathy and traditionally will financially assist famil..."

She interrupted me and said "It doesn't matter what you're here for! I just want to know what was my sister doing in Jerejak island before she died. That's what I asked in my letter to your management, remember?"

I inhaled before answering her "The management had bought a piece of land on the island for development. She was just accompanying the assistant manager on a trip to survey the site. That's all. I don't think the trip has anything to do with your sister's death".

"Oh really?" She was smiling. Beautiful yet I could identify the sarcasm in the her smile.

"Yup" I held my ground.

"Then how come the police are looking for your assistant manager?"

Fortunately, I was well prepared to answer this "The management will leave it to the police to shed the light behind Mr.Robert's disappearance. However, your sister and Mr.Robert was sent there strictly to survey the area. If Mr.Robert have anything to do with your sister's death, the doctor would have identified her cause of death by now. Furthermore, even if Mr.Robert did something, the management bears no blame on something which Mr.Robert may have done against the company's instruction".

The beautiful girl sitting before me sighed. I sensed no signs of defeat there. It's more like she wasn't listening to me at all and was thinking about something else.

"However, like I said before, the company is willing to financially assist your family by.. "

The beautiful girl sitting before me sighed again. This time I sensed her frustration mixed with boredom. Apparently nothing I said attracted her interest. I have heard some of my friends telling me how bad my communication skill was when it come to talking to the ladies. But i always assume that I can compensate that by talking about money. My oratory skills must have been worse that I thought.

"Err.. Miss Syafiqah.. Am I bothering you, or am I boring you?" I asked her. I would prefer if she think I'm annoying rather then boring.

The girl in front of me smiled but her face clearly exhibits the sarcasm within. Finally, she spoke.

"They told me you would come, you know.. And they told me you would come offering money.."

They? They who?

"I guess you won't understand unless I've shown it to you. They told me to show it to you"

I was about to ask her about 'they' when she stood up. "wait here, I'm going inside to get something for you to see"

So I waited.

And waited.. standing

And waited.. squatting

I was already looking for a place to lie down on the ground by the time she finally emerged from her house. She had changed her clothes into a long sleeve t shirt and a track suite. She also brought with her a sport bagpack. It seems to me like she's traveling to somewhere.

"Let's go" She issued her order.

"What? Wait.. Go where?"

She took me by surprise again. So I stood up and was about to seek clarification when she handed to me an envelope.

"what's in it?" I questioned her.

She did the 'Rock' thing with her eyebrow again. "They said you should see this and it'll be self explanatory to you. It's pictures of my late sister Fatimah".

Oh great, more pictures of Fatimah. I've seen more than enough pictures of her digitized in the thumb drive. I've even seen the porn side of her. So what else is new?

I was expecting to see some pictures of Fatimah from the family album when it turned out the be the dead picture of her!

"What the hell?" I simply couldn't stop myself from saying that. There were 15 close up pictures of her there - already dead and lying naked. Normally, pictures of naked body would either came from the crime scene or the morgue as post mortem pictures. Clearly these were not post mortem pictures on her because these pictures were taken at home.

“Who took these pictures?”

“I did, they told me it might come handy” She replied. Her eyes on the pictures now in my hand. Unless I'm mistaken, I detected sadness in her voice.

“They who?” I need to know who ‘they’ are.

“We’ll come to that later. Just look at the pictures and tell me now what you think”

I flipped half way through the pictures and a mystery began to unfold. All over her body there were skin contusions which I've seen before and I'm sure most of my readers have seen it as well.

I’m talking about demon bite wounds.

Demon bite wounds show up on the skin as a physical bite mark, or sometimes a pattern of tiny spots of red, called petechiae, in a circular pattern. It usually appears on one's thigh or arms. It appeared on my arm once and at several time on my sister's thigh after she spent some time outside the house at dusk.

You know that a demon had bitten you when these bruises appears for no apparent reason and produced no pain. In all cases the pattern is circular. However, in some cases - like what happened to my own sister - there’s even teeth mark on it.

Another type of demonic wound that is very common is a physical injury for which you have no memory of its origin. Frequently it is a significant cut somewhere and one will have no memory of when the cut occurred.

People who spent a lot of time strolling at night will most likely be bitten as the demons become much more active at dusk and throughout the night. My sister and I used to have this habit of going to shopping complex at night so no wonder we’ve both been bitten. Because of lack of knowledge at that time coupled with the fact that there’s no pain at all, I simply ignored it.

However, whereas ordinary people usually suffers a single bite or two in a year, the bites appeared on Fatimah body were the worst I've ever seen. There were probably over one hundred bite marks all over her body starting from her legs all the way up to her neck. If you ask me, it seems like she had been mauled instead of bitten.

Interesting!

But as excited as I was, the five million dollars managed to remind me not to react like a kid getting candies. Whereas the real me would probably start bouncing up and down over the excitement, the other me being the representative for the hotel stayed calm and composed.

The mask I was wearing remains intact. In fact, I even managed to furrow my forehead as though I did not know what I was looking for.

“I appreciates your willingness to show me these pictures but what am I supposed to look at?”

That's probably not what she expected to hear from me.

"Don't give me that crap! Didn't you see the bruises? What caused it?"

Yes sweetheart, I see them but those are not bruises. SATAN HAD BITTEN YOUR APOSTATE SISTER! The real me wanted to say that aloud but fortunately didn't. Thank God I was still able to put on my poker face.

"Miss Syafiqah, that question should be directed to the doctors instead of me. Have you asked for post mortem report?"

"No, the contusions only appears after we bathed my sister for funeral. There's several more pictures I wanted to show you, but since you are not the person I think you are then you better leave now". She was clearly upset now. She began to turned around wanting to walk back into her house.

"Wait Syafiqah, I'm here on behalf of the company to offer nine hundred fifty thousand ringgit!"

She stopped but didn't turned her back "You know jabroni.. They told me someone is coming to offer me a lot of money and answers my question. They said I can only trusted that person. If you are not that person, then I cannot trust you even if you offers me five million ringgit!"

It felt like blood rushes to my head and entered my brain when she mentioned 'five million ringgit'. Did she knows about my deal with the Jesuits? Were they here first?

"Who are they?" I pressed her for answer.

"Go away" she continues walking towards the house.

"Syafiqah, please tell me"

She merely turned her head to stick her tongue out at me. "No" she said and continue walking.

"Oh come on.."

"Nope"

"Pleaseeeeee..."

"smell the cook'in!" and she gave me the finger.

"FINE!!" I almost shouted at her. I thought I can keep my mouth shut for the sake of money but unfortunately my Internet alter ego 'AfterDark' was dying to know who these mysterious group of people were. " I'll tell you what those bruises are! But first you must tell me who they are!"

She stopped and turned. We are now 10 metres facing each other. The wind was blowing, leafs were falling and her hair was all over her face. We were both like gunslingers about to duel in the movie.

10 seconds passed before she opened her mouth.

"So?"

"So what?" I responded.

"Tell me now who killed my sister"

"It's not who, but what killed your sister, and I will share what I know right after you tell me who they are and what they have told you about me"

The Rock's eyebrow returned.

"Okay.. But you have to swear.."

I HAVE TO DO WHAT??

"I have to do what?" and from my brain it went to my mouth.

"You must swear" She replied "They said that's the only way to know whether I'm meeting the right person. I must make you swear or otherwise you're not to be trusted at all"

This was getting weirder than fiction, I thought.

"And how should I do it? Would rising my right hand be enough?" I was actually being sarcastic.

"They told me to make you perform Muhabalah.. Whatever that is"

At that exact moment I felt like blood had been drained from my body. It was now dawned on me what this is all about. This has something to do with satanic cult and I knew only one group of people who would insist others to performs muhabalah in order to proof he/she is not a satanist..

"The Watcher's Group.. They were here?"

Syafiqah's face lit up. She smiled brilliantly at me and replied "Yes, and they told me to say hi to AfterDark for them and to tell you that your grammar sucks!"

Oh crap! crap! crap! crap! crap! crap! crap! crap! crap!

MOJO WRITES! : Something That Cannot Be Seen Is There

Muahahahahahah! The great Mojo Jojo.. Ops sorry.. Mojo Watcher writes again.. and he kindly took some time to answer my question whether it's possible for two dimensional entities could coexist on the same spot (like Bunian do).

This time I have his permission to repost his writing here.. However, I took the liberty of adding few pictures to make it pretty.. It's all just cosmetics for marketing purpose you know, the Malay will only drink Jamu if it's wrapped in colorful package..

Anyway, make sure you visit his blog here http://mojowatcher.blogspot.com/. There's not many blogger like him out there who tries to explains supernatural from a science point of view.. I Like!



SOMETHING THAT CANNOT BE SEEN IS THERE

In religion, having a consistent faith takes a challenge. We also hear common saying that "something that cannot be seen doesn't mean it is not there". This is not valid anymore. We should say that "something that cannot be seen is there".

Understanding the universe we live in, the sciences that relate to creation, the law of physics and chemistry and many more has never been so astounding, fascinating, mystery and very stimulating when studying and understanding light.

Just like water, light provides the essense for all living things needed to live. Light provides energy, heat, vision, sight, perspective, perception, growth, survival etc. We always think that light provides visibility alone. People don't realize there exist another component of light classification. Dark light is the terminology used in today's advanced communication system, military applications, space telescope, medical scanners, night vision and so many applications. Dark light has no relationship to satanism. It is pure science in understanding the universe our Creator has created for us.

Recently we managed to harvest dark light potential. It was dark light system that brought down the most advanced spy plane in the world intact, when the spy plane was detected by this rogue nation's dark light detection system using dark light bulbs. The dark light detection system was so simple and usually termed as the most favorite high school project title in the west. Again simple technology and simple approach defeated the most complex and advanced system created by the arrogant men without kind nation. Now the term "Something cannot be seen is there" is giving lots of headaches to this one particular paranoid nation and it's allies. "Something cannot been seen is there" has very high tactical impact and security advantages. Now night missions and sorties are no longer safe and highly suicidal. Those advanced RADAR system and search lights are history.

Now what relates this to us? Humans have fears over something they are not sure and cannot see. It's like we have fear over those so-called scary ghosts and paranormal things. Something we are not sure and we cannot see visibly. It's like giving tactical advantages to these dark entities. If we are sure what we are looking and have ways to see them visibly, then it might make them fear of our presence and not the other way round.

Studying and understanding dark matter, dark light and invisibility using dark light sensors provided us better understanding about the creations around us and the vast universe we live in. Understanding dark matter provide us in-depth nderstanding about invisibility and how light behaves. Dark matters are everywhere on earth. Scientists are eager to study dark matter outside our world while there are plenty of dark matter subjects on earth.

A blog writer asked me whether it is possible for two different dimensional entities to live side by side. One of the entities is invisible to the other entity but we know its presence. The answer is how you look at things and things you want to look at. We all live in the same dimensional space. The simplest experiment to prove the answer is by putting your thumb up in front of your eyesight. When you focus your eyesight, with two eyes, on the thumb, you can see the thumb very clearly and the background behind the thumb is out of focus. When you look over and around the thumb and focus your eyesight at the background, the thumb appears to be invisible. Now use your invisible eye, your feeling to see beyond to have sharpened sight at what your are looking at. The sight will be astounding experience.

Now the question, how it is possible for the thumb that blocks the line of sight of the background but you are able to see the background clearly, sight penetrating the thumb. The simplest answer is that we are using two eyes. One eye is helping another eye to see what is unclearly seen, non-blocking sight. When one eye's sight is blocked, then the other eye is there to assist the sight of the other eye thus allowing you to see around the blocked sight, to see the truth of the background. The experiment fails if you use one eye.

One eye is a symbol related to evil doing, hatred, revenge, fear, deception and anything that is bad that destroys the very true essence of human creation by our Creator. There are specific reasons we are given two eyes and two ears but single tongue and mouth. Two eyes and two ears help us to perceive the truth, to do good judgement and have balance perspective. Our single tongue and mouth is to communicate and relay the truth about the creation. Now, the question why so much hate, fear, deception etc by two-eyed human beings to destroy one another. The answer is that they are not seeing beyond what they see, the truth. They only see the thumb that blocks their sight beyond the thumb, the truth about their surrounding.

Back to the question to whether two different dimensional entities could coexist and live on top each other, like we know the other entity is there, but we can only see dense jungle. The answer is possible. We need to go back to "something cannot be seen is there" which has been proven scientifically. There was a classified experiment conducted to understand dark matter using solely on human eyesight. When was it conducted is classified. The result was very intriguing as we had successfully break the barrier. Human eyes have light detecting rods capable of capturing light energy in visible light spectrum and beyond dark light spectrum. In fact, human eye's sensitivity is very much sensitive than those night vision camera if properly selected. Volunteers with good vision 20/20 and with healthy diet for sight were selected for the experiment for dark light sensitivity hence seeing dark light entities and matter. Seeing dark light enities during daylight was used as control. Volunteers could pick up motion of nocturnal animals like snakes, sloths and squirrels over an area with dense vegetation. The volunteers were asked to see beyond using another important eye, feeling and they could see what were classified as dark light entities with random motion. Night vision camera could not detect the dark light entities as night vision camera has limited dark light spectrum capability compared to human eyes. The dark light entities were invisible to night vision camera. This explains why those ghost and paranormal chasers were unsuccessful in their quests. Wider spectrum dark light sensors were used to confirm the volunteers sightings. The volunteers gave different types of dark light entities they saw when they saw beyond their normal focus. Each volunteer described different shapes of the same dark light entity captured by the dark light sensors. The conclusion was we could not be ascertained what these dark light entities' shape.

Our brain provided some aid in giving automatic interpretation of the target object and what we want to see from our experience in our memory banks. The energy reading of the dark light entities was significant than the surroundings. They were many in one very concentrated area. There were dark light entities that ignored our presence, and they were some aggressive ones. The experiment concluded that they were dark light entities behaving like living things. The experiment proved the sensors worked to design specification. The sensors will provide us very tactical advantages for current and future classified application. We could see them using natural sight and by science. The experiment proved dark light entities and dark matter exist using science. To have sharpened images, we need to use our feeling, emotional vision, to see beyond.

Now, why do we want to chase and see these dark light entities, when we could not see beyond the truth using our two eyes. We could if we want to. The problem is we close the other eye i.e. our feeling to see the truth.

Popular beliefs that these dark entities have bad intentions and bad traits because they see with one physical vision and fail to see the truth. The fact that, they dont have the most important eye, the feeling, the emotional vision for knowing our Creator. This makes Human creation special. Our Creator gave us two eyes to see beyond for the truth, physical vision and emotional vision.