By Deborah Dawson
- July, 19, 2001
Moltar is born.
The year 1989 in the Indian Ocean lays a remote area named Psunuci; this
is the birthplace of the one named Moltar.
Myar believed she had some remnant of a recent bout of sickness that was
plaguing the village leaving her bloated and uncomfortable. She didnt
have any inkling that she could be "sniefre" (pregnant), since
she had no activity to render her in that condition. Her best friends
mother Pissa, the town snoop, noticed Myars bulging belly. Not an
opportunity passed, when she was in Myars presence, that she didnt
inquire about the father of the unborn child nor ask how Myar had been
spending her free time (of which she hardly had any.) Myar became increasingly
annoyed with Pissas questioning and decided to confront her.
Myar, half-crying half-speaking, tried to explain that she was still recovering
from her recent sickness, "Im still ill with fever and it is
so cruel for you to torment me; I am not with child. How dare you
tease me this way?" Almost laughing in Myars face, Pissa thought
better of it realizing that the young girl really didnt understand
that she was pregnant. In a momentary motherly moment Pissa showed a glimpse
of compassion and gently discussed symptoms of pregnancy. "Myar I
thought you knew! Dear child how did this happen to you?" Like a
thunderbolt it struck Myar, she knew that it was really true. Her lack
of normal periods, her tender breasts, and her longing for foods that
she normally hated; it all added up. "But how could this be?"
she asked herself. " I have been no where near a man, Im awaiting
to be selected as a bride and took an oath" ;as this was part of
ritual and cultural heritage for the Psunuci people.
Myar was totally shocked when she realized that her bulging belly encased
a baby, yet to be born, since she never had sexual intercourse. Being
a spiritual person, she concluded that destiny chose her to be the mother
of a special child. But, she had no idea why she was chosen and for what
Even in these modern times in terms of Psunuci culture, her friends and
neighbors ostracized Myar. Now she was forever banished from the small
village where she made her home, where she lived since becoming an orphan
at the age of 10. She fled to the sparsely inhabited countryside and built
a straw hut to accommodate herself and the her awaiting child.
Until her unforeseen pregnancy, Myar made her living in the marketplace
selling intricately woven baskets and bags made from thrush. Now that
her fate had been forever altered, she was forced to create new means
for basic survival. Banishment made it impossible for her to make a living
in the traditional way,the way that she had learned after her abandonment,
after her parents died. Resorting to begging and the kindness of strangers
to keep from starving, she was determined to find her way for her sake
and the baby.
Myar gave birth, all
alone, to this cherubic black-haired, black-eyed, pink skinned beautiful
round infant. As a newborn it was surprising that he was already cooing
and making lovely musical lilting sounds, enrapturing all who came near
the little boy. There was something so special about this child and Myar
knew this. Actually she knew that there was something unique about her
baby, but yet was not been able to place it.
Loving this child, more than life itself, Myar held him to feed at her
breast, as love and contentment washed over her. Her entire being exploded
with joy and compassion, having far surpassed anything she ever felt before.
You may think that perhaps what she experienced was natural, that it was
what all mothers feel. But somehow this was different and she knew it
and it seemed like the tiny Moltar knew it too. Actually anyone who met
this child knew that there was something extraordinarily different about
him. No one could gaze upon his face without having an altered disposition.
He seemed to have an extremely positive affect on anyone who laid eyes
Myar struggled to keep them both fed and clothed after he was born, but
this would not be for long. As this child was growing-up it was evident
that he possessed special powers and as Moltars abilities materialized
it became easier for his Mother. If his mother needed food, Moltar would
ask her to tell him exactly what she wanted. He would then concentrate
intently and go into a daze, like a trance. Within hours the specific
food and items that Myar wanted was set by her doorstep. It seemed that
all Moltar had to do was to think about something and he could manifest
As he grew, it became evident that Moltar was determined to make people
happy and content, and this became his life purpose. Now in the year 2001,
Moltar, still a child at 12 years old, thinks like an adult, along with
the gift of having extraordinary abilities. He is ecstatic when kindness,
compassion and goodness abides and he creates it wherever he goes, in
spite of the most difficult and trying circumstances.
In addition Moltar can travel through time and space without bounds. He
can walk into books, poems and other forms of literature, becoming part
of the story and can drastically change the outcome.
Recently he stepped
into Ingolstadt, Germany, where he came upon a scene in which Frankenstein
had just completed his creation of the ghastly beast. If you recall, the
monster lifted up his hand to Frankenstein, which caused Mr. F to flee
from the horror of this, his creation's first stirring. With one look
Moltar, who was standing outside Frankensteins building, riveted
the dazed fleeing Frankenstein, stopping him in his tracks. Frankenstein,
breathless, cried "dont I know you"? To which Moltar replied
"yes and no."
Frightened and now puzzled, Frankenstein gave Moltar a strange look. Moltar
explained "You know me through my qualities and although I am a stranger
to you, I represent goodness, the goodness inherent in all of us, when
we allow ourselves to see, think and feel as clearly as a child, unprejudiced
by outside influences."
"Please let me see your creation, kind sir" Moltar requested
and to which, Frankenstein agreed. They walked up the stairs to the flat
and there the creature was spread out on the bed crying. " Why do
you weep so?" Moltar begins
. "My creator has abandoned
me on this day, the day of my birth. I am a creature without a name, so
wretched as to not even have been properly named, woe is me." Moltar
turned to Frankenstein and asked "Why did you bring this being into
existence? " "To prove it can be accomplished and to save mankind"
Frankenstein replied. Moltar continued, "Now that this is evident
my kind sir, does this meet your expectations?"
Frankenstein reflected on this, revealed his distress on his pained face,
recounted his position and stated plainly "I have made a mistake
of the greatest proportion by not considering any negative consequences
of my actions. But my biggest regret is that I have not considered the
humanity of the beast, for he is the one most affected by me, his creator.
I made him, gave him life and that is the height of irresponsibility.
I now know that this "monster" is my child and as such I will
care for him and perhaps, just perhaps, we can both do good for humankind.
Thank you." And before his very eyes Moltar vanished and when he
looked at the monster he too was transformed. His ugly scars faded and
his whole being re-formed into a beautiful round lovely baby boy.
Molar Meets Jekyll
Moltars mission is to replace evil with good and to that end he
ventures through our time and space here on earth. As you are already
aware, anyone that comes in contact with this special spirit is profoundly
affected by his presence; just one look at Moltar lifts the spirit of
those around him and leaves each with a feeling of joy and contentment.
Traveling within Stevensons "Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde",
Moltar begins to question his ability to manifest his mission within this
to himself) This man Hyde represents the evil dwelling in humankind
and to negate him is tantamount to killing him. How can I rationalize
killing Hyde and yet remain true to my convictions? Moltar decides to
seek the counsel of his respected adviser, Asnay the medicine man, and
goes back to his birthplace in Psunnuci to meet with him. Having heard
of his great powers, the townspeople flock to his side upon his arrival.
They regard him as a G-d and have encouraged worship in his name.
Moltar: (enraged) This is not my plan; there is no benefit
in creating another religion to have more disparity and discord among
people. I am not interested in developing a new set of rituals to thrust
upon the world. Time and time again religions have shown that they're
no more than belief systems that foster war and turn one against another.
This is far inferior to what I want created in the world.
his approach) Take me to see Asnay; I beseech you to discontinue any
rituals to honor me and my message.
(having arrived at Asnay's dwelling) Asnay, I am faced with the dilemma
of good versus evil, which dwells in all humans. If I remove Hyde the
harbinger of evil, am I not executing the one that I want to safeguard?
Asnay: My son, your faith and your powers of goodness do not betray
you since you need to develop the goodness in the evil one. Do not blame
him, do not cast him out; instead embrace and envelop him in your love.
Moltar: How can I deal with such an evil force? It's inconceivable
to think that love will change someone who is so entrenched in malevolence.
Asnay: Go back to the time when Hyde came into existence, prior to
committing his first misdeed. If you show him the path that lies ahead,
he will acquiesce. Stay strong and centered!
Moltar: (goes back in time to Jekyll's lab) Hyde, let me introduce
myself; the name is Moltar.
Hyde: (startled and dazed) How did you enter here; no one
was at the door? I must be dreaming or imagining you.
Not at all. Please be sure that I am here to assist you in your life.
Your path is replete with misery and pain; I would like to protect you
and prevent disaster for yourself and all that may be touched by you.
Hyde: Go away fool, I am delighted to be so invigorated. For the
first time, in a long time, I feel free.
Moltar: Does freedom mean destruction and murder.
Moltar and the
Moltar is summoned by an overwhelming urge to reach into the recesses
of time and place in the world of fiction, in the late 1800's. Drawn to
situations that is fraught with injustice, Moltar the "do-gooder"
has now traveled through the pages of "The Invisible Man" and
meets up with a family from the town of Iping, who are suffering terribly.
Hearing cries, and seeing some locals run for their lives, through black
clouds of smoke, others lined up, in an assembly line to dispense water
buckets, Moltar feels their agony and inquires of one of the escapees
of this calamity.
Moltar: How did this catastrophe occur?
Simpson: Dunno, seems, sir like down at the inn, in one of the
rooms, some great accident happened in the house, just ignited, just like
lots o' strange things happening.
Moltar: No idea what caused this?
Simpson: Well, sir, no, not exactly. But strange goings on around
ere. You must of heard
..the man who cant be seen? Iping
has been invaded by a ghost and people are acting, acting crazy like....
Moltar: What matter of man could this be? How do you know he exists?
he been seen, been seen by his clothes, all wrapped up with nothin under,
no body, no skin; its an abomination. Yuh see he came to town with
clothes, next thing yuh know hes in the inn takes off a glove and
no arm, no face, like I said no body
cant splain any better
Im not the only one who seen it, others, there are others. Wrecked
the whole holiday, he did, that one.
Moltar: (holding back his tears, recognizing the devastation
that has occurred and the inherent possibilities of someone so dangerous.)
Where are the occupants of the inn?
Simpson: They're scared, 'fraid for their lives and they said they
going back to Poland. Where the only fear is the Poles, but they can at
least see 'em, sir.
Moltar: (thinks to himself) This has to change. I cannot
allow such evil to survive and the poor soul; this invisible man, he's
deranged, damaged. I need to go to the source.
Moltar goes back to the earlier days, when Griffith (invisible man) is
a child of 10 years old, and Moltar witnesses, first hand, the relationship
with father and son. The mother died when Griffith was 4 years old; he
can barely remember her. Griffith is now about 10 years old.
Griffith, Sr.: No dinner for you son. You didn't complete your chores
and now you have to pay the consequences.
Griffith: But father
..last night, no dinner last night either
couldn't even lift my head today, (crying) I'm starving. The last
meal I ate was 2 days ago and then it was only gruel.
Griffith, Sr: Why should you get special treatment? You're aware
of the rules; no work, no dinner
just get into bed! (Now yelling
at the top of his lungs) Now get up and work now; go out to the field
and pull the crop, you dumb imbecile!
Griffith: (weeping and pulling at his father's clothes)
Father I cannot. How can I see in the dark. I'm scared
won't. I will not father.
Griffth, Sr not speaking a word, goes to the barn and pulls out the
whip that he uses for the oxen. He calls out for his son, while Moltar
watches and is increasingly tormented with father's response to his son.
Moltar: (overcome with pain, he feels the blows of the whip
before it strikes) Stop this insanity Mr. Griffith.
Griffth, Sr.: (caught totally by surprise) Where the hell
did you come from?
Moltar: (totally disgusted with the elder) That's not of
any import. Why, tell me, why do you treat this child so
Griffth, Sr.: (his demeanor softens, he becomes pensive) A
child without a mother, he can get in some deep trouble, like myself as
a child. He needs the discipline otherwise he'll be nothing, worse than
Moltar: (realizing that he found his vulnerability) But
what about his nurturing, doesn't that count for something?
Griffth, Sr.: (getting angry again) But me
and my father
that's what he did, and look at me!
Yes let's look at you. Youre angry, mean, deceitful, mistrusting
and your soul is damaged.
Griffth, Sr.: (he reacts with a knowing look) You struck
me in my gut. I know that this is true, I've been terribly wronged and
now, and now my child, my child suffers and I must go to now. Thank you
In the streets
of London on a foggy evening Moltar lost his way, mostly due to his state
of mind. Discontent with life now; he was struggling, struggling to get
the balance that he needed. His sensitive nature was both his friend and
his enemy and the enemy was winning; sucking out Moltars life force.
Moltar: (slipped on mud and fell face down, he was hurt, but
continued on mumbling to himself) Im possessed of special powers
to, to create good on the
. heal those in need but for me
, but for me
Knowing he needed something or someone to get to the other side of
his feelings, he was relentlessly hard on himself; his head was heavy
in thought, tormenting himself to find solutions.
Moltar: (whispering to himself) So alone, no one for me
to turn to
(as he came upon a body lying in the street)
Moltar: (looking at this disheveled woman, surprised that he
knew her face)
Miss, Miss are you alright?
Woman: (slightly stirring, moaning below her breath.) Go
Moltar: (undaunted, Moltar persists in his softest, kindest
voice) Mam I can
help; please let me!
Woman: (becoming more awake) Help? What the hell makes you
think I need
help and even if I did what business is that of yours. Get your stinking
face outta here.
Moltar: (surprised and visibly shaken, Moltar starts to tremble
and hes trying to hold back tears) Miss, there is something
wrong, not with you, but rather with me. I fear that Im the one
that needs a hand, at least for today.
Woman: You are quite the man arent you?. Perhaps youre
a little touched in
the ead, waking me up, a total stranger and all to tell me, whose
lying in the streets, that youre in need. You must be bonkers, go
and stop your bothering me.
Moltar: You look so familiar to me
do you know me? I come
from lands far
..so strange this feeling overcoming me
.. (he passes
Woman: What's going on, get up and outta here
trouble with the
old man. Who needs this crap?
Moltar: (apparently unconscious making undistinguishable
something like Muda
obviously meaning Mother
sobs uncontrollably, with his eyes still closed.)
Woman: This cannot be, not 'im, I lost 'im years ago maybe 40-50
.I must be crazed
too little to eat
just crazy I am.
Passerby: (looks at the scene in amazement, and pities them.
Throws an over-
ripened banana their way.)
Woman: What makes you think we needs your hand-me-down food, you
looney. Why don't you just open your purse and gives us some coins and
if not just mind your damn business.
Moltar: Mother, it's me your son, I never thought to see you again.
Here I am Moltar at twelve
in this world Im doomed to delve
into lives well-Iived or not,
Im doing good on the spot.
You think this strange, bazaar and more,
well kind sir you arent alone in your
Unfortunately the way we live in the here
and now, makes no sense anyhow,
cept for what we could do for each other
there is nothing else worth bother.
So whether or not you agree,
theres no other road for me.
I am doomed I say, doomed I say,
to make my way, to make my way,
through this labyrinth of men, women and children
to give them what I can, what I can and more.
MOLTAR MUSES CYBER
I, Moltar, like people the way we are,
with regular brains, blood and guts.
When you talk of cyber implants it
kind of makes me nuts.
Not that we dont need to improve, to
fix the sick and cure disease,
but you see if were no longer people,
who are we, for me this doesnt please.
Music is pure most certainly for sure,
lyrics and melody are here to endure
and for this Im eternally grateful for what a bleak
place, without the grace,
of this form of art and expression,
we would surely be deprived
and perhaps think, "is it worth it to be alive?"
Right now the peoples in Palestine,
think they are entitled to divine rights,
each in their way thinks its theirs
they explode, torment and kill,
all to proclaim "this is G-ds will".
I must go there to save them from themselves,
must teach them to love, and nurture and trust.
Thus is the challenge to touch those
embittered in war, blind to others,
the challenge to bring them together
as human species on the planet,
to embrace that and their oneness,
along with their differences.
on life as he is interviewed by Barbara Walters - A Fable
Barbara: Moltar, what was your reaction to "AI"?
Moltar: You know it isnt that far-fetched, what happened
in this film. Science and technology are closer and closer to making,
I mean creating new life forms that can be programmed to react to people
and their surroundings and even seem to be human. Sad, very, very, sad
the movie, I mean. This robot child was merely a pet to his adoptive family
and yet his creator left an indelible "human" mark. Once programmed
to know his mother, the robot gave her his love completely and unconditionally,
and so cruel, his feelings for her could not be reversed, ever. If his
adoptive "parents" ever gave him up, he would have to be returned
to then be destroyed as he was rendered invalid, no longer worthy of "life".
Barbara: But certainly Moltar, he had no real feelings he was just
programmed. He was a prototype, so it was just a glitch in their coding,
and theyd be able to improve on this in later models. They would
then be able to undo it.
Moltar: I think not, Barbara. They modeled the boy after us. In
fact, this whole idea of programming, where do you think it originated?
With the "Univac"? No, no dear, humankind has been programmed
since the beginning of existence and we are only now starting to unlock
and unravel the genetic codes..
Barbara: Yes, thats true, but he was just a robot, programmed
to react like humans, he was still a robot. Nest-ce pas?
Moltar: Oiu et non, mademoiselle Walters. You see who we are emotionally
can be directly linked to what we were taught or in other words "programmed."
Youve heard that American expression; "the apple doesnt
fall far from the tree" havent you? Where, Barbara, do you
think that comes from?
Barbara: Well look whos interviewing who now, you clever
Moltar: Look Barbara, I am not trying to be cute; Im only attempting
to get my point across. You see people have feelings, and act and react
due to having been programmed, both intentionally and unintentionally,
to behave that way, by the ones around them
teachers, etc. and of course by their genes, which we now know is an elaborate
and complex set of biological instructions. So
we can be duplicated.
Barbara: Very interesting, I never quite saw it this way. Makes
me feel that I have more in common with that little robot boy than I realized.
Moltar: Thats the idea, so as I was saying the movie left
me with a sad feeling.
Barbara: This is incredible, Moltar, at such an early age you see
beyond your years, actually beyond most of our years. Is it true that
you have special powers?
Moltar: Dear one, the powers, that most people refer to are indeed
special. I can travel through time and space and walk through literature
the way others go through their lives. But my major special power is within
all humans and this, my benevolent host, is the supreme and the most treasured
Barbara: Now youve aroused my curiosity, Moltar. Tell me
about this supreme power.
Moltar: Its quite simple, its the power of love coupled
with unconditional forgiveness.
Barbara: Moltar this seems not just simple, but please forgive
me for saying it seems simplistic. Have you heard this comment before?
Moltar: Oh yes Barbara, by the way its quite all right, your
comment I mean. Most of humanity responds this way. Yet this power is
undeniable. Did you have the good fortune of being loved by your Mother.
Do you know what I mean the kind of love that is unconditional and forgiving?
Barbara: Caught you; interviewing me again?
Moltar: Barbara the love of mother, thats what Im describing
heals, nourishes and provides renewal. Try to imagine, just everyday interactions
and encounters with others; transformation occurs effortlessly, miraculously.
Barbara: I see; what else can you share about this?
Moltar: For now this is all I can reveal. You and your viewers
need to just absorb this simple concept: love and forgiveness, the kind
your Mother gave or for some of the unlucky ones the kind she should have
Barbara: Come back soon, Moltar, will you?
Moltar: Yes Barbara, soon. Goodnight.