Unparalleled Parallel Worlds Collide

sometimes, things aren't what they seem

unexpected


my draft for the second chapter was corrupted yesterday:/ just when I was about to finish everything, something unexpected happened😦 I got part of the draft here on my blog but I guess I will have to rewrite most of the post T_T

Ang Kulto ni Batman


“BAHALA NA SI BATMAN!”

disclaimer: pictures posted here are not of my own creation or ideas. you can click on the pictures and see where they came from😛

(This post is loooong overdue and was saved in my drafts for over 3 years, I guess now is the time to make this public😀 )

Most of you would find this first picture blasphemous. but before you react, let me give you some ideas that would make your head spin 360 degrees.

Sa inaraw-araw na ginawa ng Diyos, sinong pilipino ang hindi nagsasabing “Bahala na si Batman?” Mula sa kaliit liit na desisyon katulad ng pag plano ng lakwatsa hanggat sa malaking desisyon tulad ng paghanap ng trabaho at pagkuha ng mga exams ng mga estudyante at pagtaya sa sugal eh nakakabit ang katagang yan sa mga bibig ng pilipino. ops ops, wag mag malinis… ‘Wag mong sasabihin ni isang beses sa buhay mo bilang Pilipino eh hindi mo nabanggit yan? :))

Naglalaro sa isip ko palagi kung san nanggaling ang mga katagang “bahala na si batman”. ayun sa nakalap kong research, ang salitang “bahala na” ay nagmula sa “BATHALA NA” na ang ibig sabihin ay “si Bathala na ang bahala”. Eto ang mga katagang lagi nating nababanggit kapag tayo at napepressure,  kapag nagawa na natin ang lahat ng ating makakaya to the best of our abilities pero inde tayo ganun ka satisfied o kabilib sa mga naging resulta. Minsan nababanggit din ang mga katagang ito out of “fearless abandon” to what ever things that may still come your way unexpectedly.

Pero…. baket maraming sumasampalataya kay batman? At paano naikabit ang pangalan ni batman sa mga katagang “bahala na”? Ihihimay-ihimay ko ang mga haka-haka kong naiisip na dahilan kung baket bukod tangi si batman ang nagiging biktima para pag-iwanan ng mga problema ng sandamakmak na Pilipino:

Unang-una: Isang kataga mula sa wikipedia tungkol keh Batman:

Unlike most superheroes, he does not possess any superpowers; he makes use of intellect, detective skills, science and technology, wealth, physical prowess, martial arts skills, an indomitable will and intimidation in his continuous war on crime.” dahil tao lang din si batman at nagagawa nya ang ipagtanggol ang mga naapi sa sarili nyang kakayahan, madami sigurong napapag isip na kaya din nila gawin yun. nagkakaroon tayo ng katiting na inspirasyon na pwede din tayong maging tulad ni Batman na ginagamit lahat ng maaring magamit na paraan para umasenso o malampasan ang bawat pagsubok natin sa buhay. Ngunit hindi naman lahat ng tao eh kasing talino, marnunong mag martial arts, may common sense,  at may yaman ni Bruce Wayne a.k.a Batman. Masyadong IMBA si batman sa mga ganyang aspeto kung kaya maaring madaming nag sasabing “sige na, ikaw na talaga!”

Pangalawa: “Batman makes it seem like fighting crime is as easy as a finger snap” More often than not, when we are presented with a challenge we tend to say “Ah! Madali lang yan! Yakang-yaka ko yan!” We tend to overlook details and miss the bigger picture or see the bigger picture and overlook the small details so when worse comes to worst, we give up trying or we tried but felt it wasn’t good enough because we thought it was easier done than said.  again, when we get fed up with all the pressure we just say “BAHALA NA SI BATMAN!!!”

Pangatlo: “A name that’s more tangible to be an escape goat but doesn’t sound to be as blasphemous” Minsan mas madaling sabihin na bahala na si Batman kesa bahala na si Lord maslalo na kapag may ginagawa kang kabalastugan. Ika-nga , ‘di ba, “Do not take the Lord’s name in vain.”

Pero dahil kung minsan nasasapian tayo ng espiritu ni Juan Tamad, ipinapasa natin keh Batman ang lahat. Nawawalan tayo ng control sa ating mga pansariling desisyon at diskarte sa ating mga pang araw-araw na gawain sa buhay kung kaya’t maya’t-maya eh maraming nakikisapi sa kulto ni Batman para mapadali ang buhay nila. Batman is then elevated into “God Status” dahil siya ang sagot sa lahat ng problema. Si Batman at si Batman lang ang salbasyon sa lahat ng kapalpakan at kabalbalan na hindi natin kayang akuin ng buong buo at masasandalan sa oras ng pangangailangan ng lakas ng loob at tiwala sa sarili. Kung tutal naman eh hindi naman siguro makakaangal si Batman kasi kahit mayaman si Batman eh wala naman siyang teleporter and, when all else fails, madali sisihin si Batman kasi wala siyang supersonic hearing para irescue tayong mga Pilipino sa mga katangahan na pinag-iwanan natin sa kanya at kesa sisihin natin ang ating sarili eh di “BAHALA NALANG SI BATMAN”, ‘di ba? :))

Chapter 1 Part 1: Pahiwatig (Inkling)


 

It’s been a few years now since I’ve written anything in here about what has been happening on my spiritual journey. In the past 3 years, there had been so much experiences that i’ve literally lost count and lost sight of them from time to time because they’ve been occurring all too often thus taking away the wonder and the novelty of the experience.

But then again, yesterday I was “instructed” to write again. For what purpose, I don’t really know just yet. I was just told to write all of my experiences down.

It not really as easy as it’s supposed to be since I have to recall everything as detailed as possible and sometimes… I’m not really good at remembering details. -___-

I guess I need to do a recap first. I don’t even know who’s viewing or who’s going to view my posts in the future but I guess that doesn’t really matter much anymore. Maybe the Fates would handle whatever it is as long as I write what I needed to write. Right?

 

Let’s start with a little recent topic I had a week ago. My parents finally put up my most avoided question:

“Am I still Catholic?”

….

Given that I was born and raised as a Catholic, my family and relatives are very much devout themselves. But somehow, most of it didn’t ever made sense to me. There’s nothing much wrong with it, I guess. But then again, I never did like how things were set up like: God loves you but He’ll condemn you to hell fire if you do something that would displease Him. I just couldn’t understand why they’ll have to put so much guilt and shame on you if you somehow have different ideas and beliefs of things. I don’t like ever have to live with so much unnecessary guilt and people telling me how to live my life when they’re not even willing to listen or see how you want to live yours. It’s none of their business to begin with, IMHOP.

At first I just allowed myself to be strung along and see where it goes. But there’s always this niggling feeling that pulls at me, telling me that things are not what they seem. Ever since I was a kid, I was always fascinated with the unknown. I loved listening to urban tales about the undead/aswangs and tales about vengeful spirits that reside in abandoned homes. Back then, I never gave much thought that I’d probably take them seriously in my adult life and wouldn’t want much to do with them since they scared me so much as they keep me hung up with wanting to really experience them first hand.

After my near death experience during my teens (I had dengue fever on stage 3 which I miraculously survived), I started having experiences that do not fit the “Catholic Mold”. Things like communing with the dead, having my first out of the body experience, seeing nature spirits and alike, interpreting dreams for friends and I somehow learned how to give readings with cards. I started doing readings with ordinary playing cards until a friend gave me a tarot deck as a gift. Back then, I was basing some of the numerology vibrations along with the ordinary cards but somehow I know that there’s just this feeling or voice inside my head telling me what to say and how to say them. When I started with my tarot deck, the voice grew louder until I had learned to have  “doubt-trust” issues with myself whenever I give readings. :))

Since I was in a charismatic group for teens back then, I’ve also been exposed to those “spiritual battle” stuff like having to exorcise demonic entities from afflicted friends during prayer sessions and having to sense these presence even before they attack. I was afraid and elated at the same time whenever I had these experiences and it also led me to question my own beliefs and what’s really on the other side. Is it all just black and white? Are the things that we cannot understand had to be labeled as something as simple as:

E-V-I-L?

Back in high school and early college, I had this one high school classmate who always talked to me about how flawed the bible was and how things we’re messed up and how it had so much loop holes and stuff. He was even called a satanist by another friend of mine since she saw him reading Alister Crowely’s works :)) But he wasn’t really a satanist, I think? At that time I really couldn’t understand why he was talking to me about stuff but I guess somewhere along the line, it opened a door for me to explore other possibilities from the other side.

During my college years, I began to seek answers to my questions. I’ve developed another skilled called “automatic writing” which I still doubt if it’s really true or maybe I had a split personality kind of thing going on. :)) Then I came upon this book in my college library called “Conversations with God” by Neale Donald Walsch. The title is a bit misleading though since it doesn’t really talk about Jesus and bible stuff but a lot of other things NOT related to RELIGION and, what do you know? This guy wrote everything down through automatic writing! I was really wondering how it ended up being there because my school was ran by Benedictine monks :)) I read all three books and of course, my thirst for getting more information only deepened.  I began having the same automatic writing experiences that the author had experienced and kept a journal of it whenever I’m being called to “write”. It’s this tingling sensation in your hand and the words just flow out as you write them down, not even thinking if everything ever made sense as you wrote them down on paper. All of these information come flowing in freely whenever I just quiet down and jot them down.

Then came weird dreams where I thought were real. I’ve kept a journal of these dreams for 4 years and I’ve noticed that these weird dreams mostly surfaced during the middle of the year. I felt that these dreams where memories from my past lives. There was one where I was in a pyramid and we were keeping scrolls down there for safe keeping. There was also one where I was a knight in search for a lost king to revive a dying city. And one where I was a sorceress who bade goodbye to her lover who was off to a war in which he may never come back from. And a lot more, actually. Some I’ve even written down in this blog years ago. My fascination with past lives grew and until one time I’ve even met a college professor of mine who was writing a book about past lives and tried to have a consultation with him if he could “read” through my past with the help of his spirit guides. Until now I’m still wondering about what he meant by “You didn’t really die in your last life, you just ‘passed’ on.” It could actually mean a lot of things like maybe going on into another life time as souls do or really not dying and really just moving from one body to another? LOL! I’m really not sure. There was another session with this said professor but I guess that will be written on another post.

My repertoire with the occult grew as time went by. My fear of being discovered by my family also grew along side it. But I told my dad a few tales of my adventures from time to time since he somehow keeps an open mind about these things but doesn’t really want to get involve in them. There was even one time that a friend of mine recommended me to do an interview for a TV show on channel 9 called “K na Tayo” in which their topic for discussion was about the “Inner Mind”. The segment for that show was also done along side Mr. Jaime Licauco’s insight about the topic.  I actually didn’t want to go through with the interview but my friend insisted since she said they couldn’t get any “Psychic” to do an interview for them.

“Me, a psychic?” I couldn’t really believe i’d be labeled as such but there it was on television when they aired my interview. At that point in time, I never gave much thought about going deep into the occult since I felt it was nothing but a novelty for me. A few special “powers” to make me feel unique and special and somehow I felt kind of “untouchable” in a sense.

Was it really something special that only a few people could have? No, I guess not.  It’s only a matter of heeding that voice inside you. Everybody has the power to tap into this Source of “Divine” Information. It is a part of us and it not something only the “chosen ones” have because there is no such thing as “chosen ones”, it’s only the people who are stubborn enough not to listen and continue feeling disconnected from themselves as they keep themselves separated from the Divine.

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So much more to write but as of now, I guess I should stop since I need to collate and organize my thoughts.:)

Monsters out of the closet and on the roll


No, they aren’t related to skeletons in the closet. They’re actually real. They be like people — a pack mentality kind of thing.

Well sometimes they do hide in their little cubby-holes and do what they’re really good at:

  • berating people and reducing them into itty-bitty-specks of nothingness (they’re really good at those spills like “you don’t have an ounce of shame on you! How dare you talk back at me?” and all those other things that would make you feel insignificant);
    • sit in front of the TV for countless of hours with the volume turned up so loud while even having their little technology devices on hand (which makes watching TV AND having a tablet/laptop on hand as a special skill), talk about nonsensical stuff they see on television that isn’t even relevant to their everyday living and probably punch in a good drama kick (oh the typical scripts on soaps like an illogical flow of crying over something that isn’t important, spewing insults, minding other peoples’ businesses like control freaks and getting upset over them because they don’t meet their expectations, etc.) on somebody unsuspecting;
    • indulgently devouring away unhealthy snacks like it’s a normal thing to do (not to mention doing this EVERYDAY);
    • hates authority/hates the world/hates almost everybody but then promotes peace through words and scriptures but never really in deeds or acts of kindness (it’s a little bit hard to put into words, but i guess some people would understand what I mean here.) ;
    • unable to, or more accurately, not willing to cope up with changes that would help them better themselves or would help them acquire more skills and knowledge due to the mentality that they feel far more superior and important in their own little/big way (not to mention quitting a job and hoping that the company offers/owes them something big when they haven’t really proved their worth in a few months of being there, having no track record or credentials to support their claim to fame);
    • falsely saying they miss you but actually, they just want something from you and when you can’t give what they want, you are nothing to them and they wouldn’t really even bother to hang around you;
    • loathing over their body, illness, unwanted traits and pestering people about it over and over like a broken record stuck on “poor me” and making them feel responsible for them when they’re entirely not;

etc.;

Oh God, there’s so much more and it’s really tiring to enumerate each and every one of their traits >_<

But the point is, each and everyone of us isn’t really perfect. BUT — yes there’s a huge BUT– there is a choice of having to be aware of what we do to ourselves and how it affects other people and really doing something about it.

I’ve been one of those monsters out of the closet and on the roll. Let me emphasize on the BEEN part though i’m still a half way to go to being totally “de-monster-ing” myself. It was a horrible thing to do to be stuck being like a lifeless blob full of drama and self made intrigue and living a life of unhealthy choices/decisions/relationships. I had BEEN looking for a way to get out of such a cycle only to find out that you just have to make a commitment to actually just change your mindset and go take the plunge:

  • decide that you don’t want to feel like shit or be treated like shit — stand up and be proud of your “bare”-self. You have every right to de-weed your life’s garden with toxic people and things. You’ll thank yourself later.
    • decide that you are finally be able to take full responsibility over your own actions/feelings AND beliefs (because it’s what you want to make of them and not what others would make you to feel/do/believe);
    • decide that you don’t let the berating bother you because you know yourself better and you are not what they claim you are (not to mention restraining the urge to engage in pointless bantering);
    • decide that you want to stay happily active: eat healthy (eating veggies isn’t that bad, it’s not like a punishment game, you just need to learn how to cook them right and tasty and you’re in for a treat! You’ll definitely won’t be craving for so much meat given the right flavors😉 ), have a healthy discipline of daily routines (such as sleeping early and getting a good dose of sunshine early in the morning to boost those serotonin levels), exercise regularly, engage yourself wit the right people who will inspire you and not expire you;
    • decide that you have your own personal path and no doctrine/dogma/society stereotyping will dictate on how you’re supposed to live your life — your life is yours to live and not theirs so be aware of your actions and thoughts as you reap what you sow (chances are people would be mad at you but they’re secretly wishing they could do what you do);
    • decide that you should show gratitude to every single thing: be it an experience, a person, a lesson, a bad day (yes, a bad day would make you more aware of the world and yourself), a good day, etc. and really mean it from the bottom of your heart.
    • decide that you should be open to every new opportunity and experience to further your skills — upgrade yourself. Staying complacent is never a good thing because it could lead you to self-decay/degeneration. You could learn a new habit or stop a habit and that in itself becomes a new skill (if somebody criticizes you for what you do, take a step back and look at it objectively and stop being emotional about it because you might learn something new to help you be better)
    • decide that you will  never stop the search for truth — everything new turns up everyday, what might be true today may not be true tomorrow

and I guess more importantly, always be true to yourself. Listen to your inner/higher being. Do not be afraid to indulge in the quiet recesses of your inner mind. Embrace all the shadows that you have within you because they are a part of you. NEVER EVER shun them out of your mind, use them to your advantage. Being friends with your dark side has it’s own advantages😉 You have what you need inside you for you are a divine and magickal being, claim your birthright.

P.S. I haven’t been writing in a while. A little bit busy trying to find myself and I guess the search is almost over and I’m building myself up to be a better and stronger version of myself:) i guess i’ll start writing again. This time less drama, more positive stuff😀

The Fifrildi Edda (Part 7) In between decisions


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“Have you completely lost your mind??!” Said the Caterpillar, exasperated from the thought of what She had just said.

 

“Maybe. Maybe I have and maybe I have not. But most probably if I did, that’s when I realized the true sense of freedom. I am not this painted portrait on the wall. I am not this sculpture set up on that pedestal. This is me. Theses images in the broken pieces I see before me is me. I am what I have created for myself be it evil or good. I am a product of these decisions that I had made for myself whether I chose to be aware of it or not. I cannot play a victim of what has transpired.”

“Then I take it that you’ve decided  the answer to this riddle?”

“Yes.”

She then again reads the inscription on the sand “‘To take into heart what the universe has conspired, I face the precipice of fire with a shard of ice. I plant the seed of the Frozen Dream into the raging currents of time.”

She then picks up a sliver of the broken Mirror of Dreams and sets of find the tides of bevissthetsstrøm.

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I haven’t decided on names yet >_> i’d probably need another dose of domestic drama to get the story out of my head :))

Slowly everything is falling into place.

Everything’s a rough sketch but the hazy lines would probably flow out more fluently after another epiphany. I wonder if i could ever get this story published though >_<

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