Many stories are being told about climbing a mountain; this one's about faith. |
A hearse being pulled by a horse, that's what I recently saw yesterday. Actually, a neighbor just died. He had a stroke abroad, in the States, and the remains were brought to the country frozen. It was an experience because it was my first time I saw a hearse being pulled by a horse. I sensed it was some promo by the owner of the funeral company, but it was some kind of unique. As a writer with "cute" imagination, some ideas played in my crazy imagination - compose a fictional story out of it. But that's another story. I like to focus on that hearse pulled by a horse. By the way I don't know the exact phrase for this (anybody help me) - horse-ridden hearse? I also thought of talking to the owner of the funeral shop or firm. No, there's no death in the family (a cousin in far island just died). I just would like to suggest - maybe he could add another horse, for more fun? But that's a crazy idea. What if the horse/horses had gone wild? What a funeral procession! It could turn into a rampage. PS: I don't know how this goes, but I've read something which goes - A HORSE-DRAWN HEARSE. I think that's fine. |
I have experienced this. It happened before. Everyone experienced this. Why is this? Is this a phenomenon reigning on us? Or maybe just psychological? Sometimes, they are true, and sometimes, too, we think that they are just a product of our imagination. I like to cite one example. Right after my accident when I became a disabled and now on wheelchair, I was thinking that it already happened on me before, maybe in my dreams or in my subconscious. Could it be that my subconscious knew what was going to happen to me, or some spirit or God, because I believe in God, must have sent an angel to precondition my mind or spirit or body to accept my present situation? Maybe so. Perhaps. Could it be? Miracles do happen. And before I would beg a miracle from God, to let me walk again, He already gave me a miracle by preconditioning my mind to accept to being a disabled. Could it be? Could it be not? Déjà vu. A sense being of being here before, and this feeling is very common. I was here before. Yes, this already happened to me. My stocks are working the same again like before. Death. What about death? Can there be déjà vu in death? Maybe so. But certainly. God must be preconditioning our mind to be there so we won’t be too “innocent” when we get there. But He won’t precondition our minds to be in hell, always in heaven. That’s for sure. |
While having a drink with some of my friends, an old neighbor passed by and I overheard him say like this: "Life is short, don't make it shorter." I think he was right in that sense. He was concerned that we would be sick with our drinking of licquor. He was just saying: Do not drink because life is short. But then, there's another school of thought, if you call it this way. Maybe, this is just another alibi: "Drink because life is short!" My neighbor was saying the negative, I'm saying the positive -"drink and drink for tomorrow you will die." Which is the right one? Well, you say - if you want to lengthen your life, take the first one. But if you to shorten life, go ahead enjoy drinking. Which one do you like? I challenge you. |
And the truth of the matter is my upgraded membership will soon expire by the end of the month. That means by the end of the month, I am going to end, I mean my membership with Writing Dot Com. So, I'm asking your forgiveness, I mean, your generosity. GIFT POINTS PLEASE!!! HELP PLEASE!!! |
A wound that never heals September 24, 2005 I’ve just been discharged from the hospital for treatment of my wound. This wound on my left foot has been there since more than a year already. It doesn’t heal so quickly. I got fever because it got infected, swollen. June13, 2006 It’s about a year now, the wound is still here. I don’t know what’s going on with my leg. I know I don’t have diabetes because other wounds heal by themselves. Unlike this one, it heals so slowly. *** The above are entries to my blog in my personal computer. It's private, and I don't allow anyone to view this. Only this time, while I scan my journal, the entry of September 2005 caught my attention. So I added the second statement. Maybe this is God's way of reminding me ... because sometimes I'm so engrossed with material pursuits that I tend to forget that everything has end. We all have an end. But the truth of the matter is we will all meet there. See you there! |
How time work so fast! I can just imagine how I was struggling from dire want. I was a young lad, I didn't know what to do and where to go. My ambitions were numerous - as they say, numerous as the sands of the seashore. Well, that is exaggerating. But, anyway, there were so many things I wanted to do but I just couldn't do any one of those things. Later, I found myself in a worst situation that I couldn't find a way to get out of it anymore. Fast forward to the present and I realize after so many soul-searching situations that there is a purpose for everything. They were made and God allowed them to happen for a purpose. We just have to wait. Yes, wait and be patient. That is the way of God. That is how I should learn, I told myself. More than two decades ago, I was lying in my bed, looking blankly at the ceiling, and imagining horrifying things like death, and blood, and end (the end of me). After an accident, I was totally devastated. But before I want to proceed further, I want to state here that I am now seated on my wheelchair and writing things that inspire me and inspire people. Or, at least I want to inspire people - my family, my friends, and strangers. I thought that a hospital room is next to heaven, or maybe hell. Yes, because people there are always wearing white - white uniform, white bandages, and white faces. So maybe, I told myself, this is a prelude to heaven (if not hell). But that was only because I had not been confined in a hospital for a longer period of time, that the experience was very unforgettable, and traumatic. More traumatic than the actual experience itself. I want to tell people, or you who maybe reading this, that experiences - bad experiences - can be overcome, and the key there is patience. That's right, God wants us to be patient. He has taught us in so many ways to wait for our time. There is a time for everything, He said. Everything under the sun. A time to cry, a time to laugh, a time for healing, a time to be in bed in a hospital, and a time to be happy. But there will always be a time to be in heaven with Him. That's for sure. |
When I was a boy of seven or eight years, my mom would always remind me to always close my mouth when I was in public. Well, I had this habit of having an half-open mouth when listening to somebody, especially when that somebody is talking to an audience. Mom warned that something might enter into my mouth accidentally or some insect might make its crash landing. She said we had no money for a doctor. I remember, on one occasion, when I was in the elementary grade performing as one of the seven dwarfs, we were riding on top a float, and while people were joyously watching us, I saw one of the audience along the road my mom, and she was motioning her finger to her mouth, meaning she was instructing me from afar that it was time for me to close my mouth. I did, slowly. I did not want my “co-dwarfs” to notice that my mom was instructing me to close my mouth. In one of our commencement exercises, again I was one of the seven dwarfs. We were dressing up (our costumes) in public – I can’t remember why - meaning we did it in front of the live audience. One of my co-dwarfs was having a hard time inserting his socks. I was the first one to speak, and when I did so, I didn’t notice he was not yet through with his socks, so he shouted to the top of his voice, “WA PA GANI”, in dialect meaning “It’s not yet time.” The people, mostly composed of parents, roared into laughter. The show served its real purpose, a comedy. |
There are creatures who act like they're not creatures. Or, there are human beings who can not be called humans. They can't even be classified as human beings. The things that happen to them are not enough for them to change. They just have no feelings at all. How is this? Is this really God's own creation? Or the devil's? There is this person who happens to be - I call it - numb. Numb to the world and to people around him. His wife just suffered a stroke, and he didn't even do something to bring his wife to a doctor. Whenever anybody in the family gets sick, he doesn't care. What kind of person is this? He has an extended family, meaning a second wife; he has a son with that woman. He has no means of livelihood. There's no sense of morality now. Things seem to be worse. Maybe, we're nearing the end. God has to end all this immorality and sin, and man's inhumanity to man. |
It's so easy to judge people, and so easy to commit sin. We don't have to think at all. Just look at one man, even a close relative, and there you've judged him or her right there and then. This is the uniqueness of man, to separate him from the beasts. We can judge our fellow man, but we have the power to inhibit from this judging. We can close ourselves to such simple judgment. How? It may take some practice, teaching ourselves to be kind, or be disciplined, to not talk or think ill of others. It's simple, but needs perseverance. |
Writers often ask this question. When does writing become too easy? I often ask this myself, and I say it may never come. But it does come to me once in a while, and writing is sort of automatic. It is important to understand ourselves. In this particular situation, myself. I have to understand myself, that is, I have to understand my mind. Ideas do come easily at times, and not all the time. But ideas are inside me, inside my mind. How can I make my ideas a product of my mind, that is, how can I make it something that I can write about? Or how can I make my ideas a tool for writing? These are two different things: I can write about my ideas, and I can make my ideas a tool for my writing, and my topic can be different. I can also make my ideas enhance other topics which range from the environment and the events that are happening. Writer's block? Why is there such a thing as writer's block when we have all the ideas inside us? Well, writer's block may happen if your ideas are kept inside your mind, and do not go out of your mind. We need to understand what a writer's block is. Meaning, we have to understand why is this so happening. This phenomenon, as I call it, is not at all that we should fear about because it only happens when we fail to understand our mind. If we allow our mind to be influenced by the "outside forces", writer's block comes in. There are many "forces" we ought to avoid, such as: pressures, tension, emotional problems. Although these are "unavoidable" at times, when they happen we ought to "heal" or counter them with some positive feeling. |