A New Year, a New Frequency

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In our book, man is an extremity of the Divine; hence man is a God once in the enlightenment mode, and only a demigod on account of his laziness–his failure to make use of his divine inheritance.  Man and his environment are one, so that what happens in the environment is simultaneously occurring in his self.  If man is in a state of hell, then his environs must also be in that state.

Since man is an extension of the Divine, he has the power to create–to create magnificent things, to create horrible things.  The god-man, who never ceases to wonder, who is in the loop for the next level of truth, is like the ever-moving electron circling around the atom’s nucleus.  The fact of his movement is his truth–for truth is relative according to the frequency in which he operates.

Frequency is defined as the number of cycles per…

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A Radical Solution. . .

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To a Radical Problem. . .

The Leyte-Samar area (Region 8) used to be second to Mindanao in coconut production. With the ravages of Super Typhoon Yolanda, however, the region is back to zero, and with it, the ancillary coconut wine industry for which Leyte and Samar are famous for. Davao and Cebu have their coconut wine, as well, but their product sours up in two days. And Leyte-Samar’s Bahalina has no peer, and the secret is in the tungog (chopped mangrove bark), which imparts the right tannin to the coconut wine and preserves it for good–that is, with the right racking and ageing.

Coconut farmers can replant utilizing the mature coconuts strewn about by Yolanda, and it will take another 10 years before coconuts can be harvested for copra and for them to be tapped for coconut wine production. In the interim, locals should concentrate on cash crops and…

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Our Christmas of 1970

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Now that much of Leyte is decrepit, no thanks to the super typhoon, one would think that Christmas–or any semblance of it–is a goner. Or didn’t you know that life goes in ebbs and flows; that into each life some super typhoon must fall?

We are saying this because adversity is not foreign to us–and neither should it be to you.

Let us start this discourse with a throwback: Unofficially, Guinarona became a parish in 1969, through the efforts of Msgr. Esteban Justimbaste. Fr. Dira was its first parish priest. (On November 5, 1971, with pomp and hoopla, Guinarona was inaugurated as a new parish by Msgr. Manuel Salvador, Bishop of Palo.) Back then, our national highway was a far cry from what is is today–it was a macadam road, very bumpy, very dusty. Our streets were as dark as an ashfall. Carabaos made a mess of them, their dungs…

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A Look Back at 2013

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In our neck of the woods, there were only two events that defined the year 2013.  Call it the yin and the yang, the point and the counterpoint.

Very eventful was 2013–so eventful, in fact, that our paradigms shifted, both in the macro and micro levels. Subtle at first were the occurrences, only to give way to the denouement, namely the Super Typhoon Haiyan (Yolanda). But the monster typhoon was in the cards–it was in the stars as well. Dr. Turi had this reading on his blog, November 3, 5 days before Yolanda’s landfall in the Philippines.

NEW MOON — November 3, 2013: This lunation in Scorpio promises to be very dramatic for many people. A new moon is usually positive. Thus after any form of death there is always a new life in store for all of us. Pluto is the planet of death and rebirth, and all affairs…

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An Upside to ST Yolanda

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Or Guinarona’s Contemporary History Through Peace Corps Volunteer Fred Marinello

If anything, Supertyphoon Yolanda and its aftermath glued people together the world over with the commonality of shared ethos, grief, compassion and charity. People wanted to reconnect with Filipinos in their hour of despair, even only to share their time, to offer encouragement, absent money or anything in kind to give.482925_4064319441094_1174270479_n

Which was what happened to us with Fred Marinello, a former Peace Corps Volunteer, who was assigned to Guinarona in 1963 to teach English and human values. Of course, we were familiar with him, even as we were already in Tacloban for our first year of High School, because we were always in Guinarona on weekends and on school-free days. And who would forget our caroling, with the other kids, at his boarding house on San Pascual Street for two Christmases.

Mr. Marinello was this huge hunk of a…

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