Little Miss Buddha (?)

I write a lot about my ideas, experiences, what I do----including my recreational activities.  A lot of people know I love to walk (and sometimes run), since many people spot me doing so.  Wherever I go, in all the places and neighborhoods I have lived at.... either I am the only one or at least one of the common sightings, walking and running about always at lengths.  I can swear I have never seen anyone else other than myself and my eldest sister seriously walking/running.  In all the places I've lived, whenever I bump into other walkers/runners, they're walking their dogs, walking out of leisure.... and I never ever see them again.   The only exemption would be when I was in California (2006 and 2008) and there were always health buffs everywhere.

I never go out and walk for only 30 minutes.  The only exemptions to that are: 1) losing my shoes, and having had to minimize going out for walks at all; 2) prioritizing my activities, ever since I decided to give up the corporate world and become my own boss.

I've quit being grumpy about not being able to go out for long walks and runs.  And I've actually learned the Lotus Flower----my latest addiction, since January or February.  I virtually look forward to each day just being able to sit quietly like this.

For those wondering:  Am I wanting to become an official wayshower by occupation?  A real full-pledge ascension guide one of these days?  Or perhaps a Yogi/Tai Chi teacher?  Or start charging for healing and divination?

The answer is a big NO.

Walking for good health, sunshine,
fresh air, and Vitamin D. 
Care to #WalkForACause??

IF these should ever be asked and presented to me by the divine, well.... as far back as I can tell, God never asks any of us anything that won't happen.  When God asks.... it is because it is about to happen or already happening, without our realizing it.

However, I do not really aspire for those.  There are already too many teachers and healers (among other reasons).  I am quite happy wayshowering in my own way.  My focus is really about empowering people to fully accept their innate abilities----and realize they can heal themselves, activate their skills themselves, and do just about everything I've been doing all by themselves.  Maybe they have to read or study.  Maybe I do provide ways to really help trigger those.  But the ultimate teacher and activator is the individual----because I and others can go around yackyackyacking all day about what is possible or how to do all of it.... but unless a person actually does it, nothing will ever happen or work.

I do what I do because it brings me joy and fulfillment.  I do what I do because of the inner force that bursts inside of me, with or without reason.

I don't do any of this, because of some hidden agenda or ultimate goal towards fame and more money.  Those are wonderful things to acquire.  Yes.  But it's not just the fame or the money.  But the energy of joy and fulfillment in them----both of which can be acquired in many different ways.  And that's the difference.

That is the difference between working out of survival and needs, in contrast to the spark of creation out of sheer possibilities, ability, wonder, and awe.  It brings fulfillment.... but what's interesting is that fulfillment is not something searched for desperately.  Fulfillment is there at the very beginning and throughout the process.  Love, joy, passion, creativity, idea, desire.... all of these are not accomplished as the result of having created or achieved something----instead, they have all been there; and not something gained or acquired. 

Yes, I recognize the requisites of physical existence.  But I don't aspire or do something because of the desperation to subsist.

The day you can sit like this even just for five seconds, and yet open your eyes with deep knowing, fully connected with yourself.... no one will ever have to explain anything in words for you.  You will stop searching for the words or for explanations.  You will walk through the earth, throbbing in oneness with your being, breathing a force of wholeness that neither asks or seeks.

Buddha in the making??  No.  I'm pretty fine being me.

Sand, Sun, and Sun-Kissed

On the beach at night....
Something there is more immortal even than the stars....
Something that shall endure longer even than lustrous Jupiter
Longer than sun or any revolving satellite....
W.W.

Sister and I.  Taking Sentosa in for a storm.

Breatharian: Fact or Fiction

So, time to figure out a few things about breatharianism.

Personally, I believe it's a natural occurrence.  Nobody just shifts or transitions to it.  And that's because we all are technically breatharians.  Of course, becoming 100% breatharian would be a different thing.

Why?  How did any of us become breatharian in the first place?

We all naturally breathe and absorb air and sunlight.  And we do it consciously or unconsciously.  Regardless of your awareness, regardless of whether you recognize it or not, all of these (and everything in our environment) contain energies and particles, which our bodies "can" take in.  And these are physiologically processed, just as air and water are.  I discussed the basics in the book "Keep It Light".

Here are simple ways to improve energy absorption from air and sunlight:

1.  Definitely, keeping the air/atmosphere in your environment is a must.  And that means tidying up, and ensuring cleanliness and orderliness at all times.

2.  Go for burning homemade potpourri out of herbs (either in their natural raw or dried form), instead of artificial/manufactured scents.  Manufactured scents (oils or incense) contain chemicals, which I do not recommend.  As much as possible, keep it all as natural as you can.  Manufactured products have their convenience.  But once you try natural/dried herbs, you will notice the huge difference. 

Another challenge is looking for a good brand.  Most of the brands I've tried leave "clogs" in the air.  They also stick to the walls, fabric, skin, and hair.  It's not really advisable to light them up everyday indoors, especially for long hours, because you also wind up inhaling all the smoke and tiny particles drifting in the air.

3.  Lighting plain candles and smudging/saging as needed.

4.  Sungazing.

5.  Sunbathing.

6.  Moonbaking.  The moon reflects back light from the sun.  So, moonbaking is a good idea, if you find the sun too harsh.

7.  Meditation.

I use to be a night owl.  I use to hate too much sun, because I wind up with migraines.

Then, it just happened for me.

I was living with my parents in the city.  Our house was still under construction.  So, we shared a room that was literally soaking in sunlight.  There was nothing I can do about it.... except enjoy it.

Then, in two or three months, I was addicted to soaking in the sun.

Now, there are a couple of people who claim they are full-pledge breatharians.  But there are a number of articles out in the web contradicting their claims, saying they have been busted.  They've been caught eating----even enjoying fine dining in public.

I won't contest or attest to any of that.

But I will say that becoming 100% breatharian is possible.  I really believe in that.  That is because there comes a point when you eat not because you need food, but because you appreciate food.  As simple as that.

And I sincerely believe that being breatharian is quintessentially directly relative to intuitiveness/intuition.

Bottom line:  whether people accept it or not, we all are breatharians.... some of us are just breatharians who are also meatlovers, vegetarians, and vegans.  Then, there are those who say they are 100% breatharians.

Yes, I do seriously allot a couple of minutes sitting like this.  And when I really get into the vibe, I can sit like this for hours.... almost endless, if I didn't do all my housework (and work) myself.  Back when I was on "parially house-bound", I would sit like this an average of three hours upon waking.  That's the minimum for a day.  And yet, that was the time I managed to publish nine books in an estimated timeframe of 1.2 years.

Open to Receive

My card that came along with my gifted water.  I really loved how the design and theme coincide with the times.

Simple Pleasures

Light-based diet is no longer a goal.... at some point, it just 'becomes".

I practically do not ignore meat, whenever I am at the palengke or grocery.  I don't even notice it or think about it----well, except for the foul odor.

What used to be snacks and desserts have become main courses.  I can pick up a fruit and munch on it.  That is good enough for my lunch or dinner.

A healthy, nutritious diet is not a target I strive hard to achieve.  It's not something I am forcing, frustrating over, struggling to adopt.

And I do it naturally and with ease.

I think what made it easy for me to convert to light-based nutrition is that I did for myself.  I did not do it thinking of becoming sexy (which I was anyway HAHAHAHA), or becoming more attractive for a partner.

When I say "light-based", I am not only referring to vegetarian-vegan.  Instead, there are times when I actually incorporate breatharian.  As you can tell, there is some "spiritual" motivation, though I prefer not to use the term "spiritual".  For me, it is something innate and does not require such label.  When we use that word, it almost sounds like it is something separate from what we naturally are.

What's the best thing about hanging out with vegan/light-based eaters? Most likely, they know how to cook.  We almost cannot (or choose not to) eat anything in the usual restaurants, diners, cafes, fast food chains.  Often, we have to prepare our meals and baons from scratch.

There are passionate vegans who have delivery services.  And there are diners.  But most of these are "by schedule" basis or located in the inskirts of the metropolis.  Unless you live in a highly vegan area (such as certain Muslim/Buddhist countries), they are still uncommon.

What Light-Based Is For Me

 

I AM

Master Stillness masters stillness.  Morning meditation and communion.  Visiting the home of a half-Pinoy-half-Middle-Eastern family at Ilagan City (2015).

You don't have to try to understand or accept me.  That is because I do not ask you to understand.  Nor do I seek your approval or acceptance.  I can go on, I can be—regardless of your ability to comprehend.

We don't have to talk about the years that passed.  The time long gone.  The opportunities lost in abyss.

Though I feel, see, hear all those yearnings, desires... the struggle to fathom and for reconciliation.  Those burgeoning questions and emotions within you.

I do not even ask you to let me be—because I can... with or without you letting me be.  And for that, I neither offer or seek apologies.

And if you ask... yes... with no pretenses... yes, indeed: I AM Happy.  I AM Grateful.  I AM and I AM Now.

This is Me.  Now. 

This is My Life.

Most of all:  This is My Truth.

My heart out and comfortable in my skin.

What you see is what you get.

My Gratitude

I normally don't do this.  But I was surprised, and my heart skipped a beat, when I read this message from my publisher of two years.  It definitely put a smile on my face.

It has been a long day, so I decided to make an exemption.  Thus, sharing these wonderful words.  And a huge THANK YOU to everyone who has bought a copy and/or read my books.

Thank you.  Love Light.

Blessed Be.

Thank you, Mendon Cottage Books, JD-Biz Publishing, and John Davidson.  Blessed Be.

Out My Window, Nature Follows

I was (sort of) unexpectedly blessed to make a trip during this Full Moon phase.  And I am delighted about the wonderful place I am blessed to spend the entire period at.  For one, it reminds me so much of the home I grew up in.  From the very layout of the home to the location of the garden... it is exactly as how it was:  my room at the second floor, in the east side, with glass/sliding windows on the north and south, overlooking a partially natural and man-made garden with palm/coconut trees...

All it's missing would be a magical fairy tree, where I use to hang out as my personal sanctuary.

Upon remarking how identical the place is to my previous home, I could not help but realize that nature always flourishes where I am.  Be it one sturdy tree or a whole garden... the Almighty always leaves a "footprint" of its presence.

Honoring Nature.  Celebrating Creation.  Thanking the God Almighty.

I AM Blessed.

Past Forward----Real Time Rambles, Baby

A few months ago, I mentioned how, at times, I have the habit of lighting up a candle when I work.  It brings in more clarity... or just simply "more light".

Yesterday, we had the usual weekly power interruption.  So, I had some fun in the dark.

Mostly, the photos were taken with my low-res tablet.  It was not as pitch dark as it seems.  My desk is close to the windows----I never seem to work anywhere that has none.  I love windows.  I love the fresh air.  And I often look out, enjoying the view between breaks.

My desk has accumulated a pile, since I cleared it up.  And I no longer have a space for travel magazines (I usually keep them on my desk as "windows to distant lands").  Nevertheless, the real-life, real-time view keeps me grounded and connected.  Why go for the photograph, when I have a mountain and garden right out my window?

However, that does not really console me.  Back in June, I was asked to run some errands at the church.  I walked into the wrong building, and found myself at the monsignor parish priest's office.  All alone, too.  Though the interior was somewhat bare, I still took a minute or more to look around.  I had to admire the huge wooden desk he has.  I wanted to run my hands through it, and just admire the wood work.  Nothing fanciful.  No "burloloy".  Just good plain real wood.  Even from a distance, I could not help murmuring, "Oh, yes, I would love that one or something as huge and even more to my liking, please."

I digress...

As I was going over my notes and pushing pens (I kid,  everyone knows I love my job) in the dark, I felt like I just warped back in time.  And I wondered to myself, "Back in 19-kopong-kopong (a colloquial term used to refer to the olden times), this is what it must have been like for heroes."

The thought put a smile on my face.

As most (or some) know, a lot of our national heroes who had the opportunity to study abroad were members of mason or occult groups.  There is a number rumored to be esoteric or psychic themselves.

Thus, I thought it apt that, a few hours later, I went online (thank God, I managed to charge up my phone and pocket Wi-Fi) and found out through my FB feeds that the occult world happened to be celebrating some kind of occasion that involves Crowley.  The way I say that, I bet you can tell I belong to the faction that is not much of a fanatic over the dubbed Thelema Prophet.  Gee whiz, to think that Thelema most antagonize Christianity (who mostly worship Yeshua as the messenger and savior).  I think they should reconsider contesting Muhammad, the Islamic acclaimed Prophet, for holding the same title.

Anyway, as I always say, I am apparently not much of a fan of anyone, dead or alive.  I am often very light with my words.  I often use them loosely.  But here, I do use the word "fan" strongly for what it fully means, by essence and by definition.  I can easily appreciate the life a person led, or the ideals s/he might have dedicated his/her life for.  But hero-worship and fanaticism are not my cup of tea.

I do not judge.  I tell you.  I can let some things be.  But I never tolerate that which my mind cannot fathom, grasp, muster, comprehend.  There are many things in this world that do not require the test of logic.  In fact, foolishness often bypasses logic and gets "free passes", merely because it has a degree, certificate, license, title... or ends with a Ph. D.  A lot of people have cunningly and shamelessly used their titles and the art of argumentation, to evade truth and integrity.

Who certified who?  Everybody seems to be getting certified nowadays.  As though you cannot even guarantee you exist, if you don't have one.

As an old acquaintance joked, "Certified gwapo?  Saan ba nakakakuha ng ganun?"  By which he meant, "Seriously???????"

These days, discernment is a virtue and an ally.  I do not see why people should fall prey to dupery.  Or why anyone should accept the ideals of another, solely by argument that s/he has a certificate to flaunt.

Personally, if your nonsense cannot pass through common sense and the radar of clarity, you get marked and barred.

Speaking of boundaries, of which some Thelema members I have come across supposedly take pride in...  I draw lines.

It does interest me, because it so happens that Aleister is not his true name.  And he is considered by others as merely a "ceremonial magician".  I would deduce, "craft man", in a somewhat sarcastic way.  I would choose to refrain from calling him as such, as I do respect true practitioners of the craft.

It is easy to find people who shrink in comparison to the achievements of the dead and gone.  I wonder at that.  Their legacy is worth being grateful for.  But... you know... they are dead and, most of all, gone.

I light up when I meet people who know how alive they are, and their existence throbs and reverberates in every thing they do, in every breath they take, in every thought they speak.

I love people who see their brilliance, and shine fiercely.

I endure among the insightful----those who can see through falsehood and deceptions.

Rare qualities.  We do talk about unique-hood.  We do search for the real.  How about starting with the alive, awake, and bursting with ardor?

I admire truthfulness.

I fall in love with your truth.

Light in the dark.

My New Toy

It is called the "arnis".

I've passed it by several times at the grocery. But just a few days ago, I was somewhat tempted to buy myself a pair.

I picked one of the sticks up, and played with it... and I was like, "I gotta bring you home!" But, I got myself a three-pound weight that was sitting next to the arnis sticks----which was the original intention why I happened to be at that corner of the store that day anyway.

Today, I had to run some errands... and found myself at the grocery again. I really didn't have it in mind. I was too preoccupied with some mundane matters.

But then I happened to pass by down its isle, and I almost couldn't resist.

I looked at all of the sticks left, and there were only two of the same dimensions.  They were all laid out, and not in pairs.  So, one would be lucky to find two that were identical.  I couldn't help telling myself, "Must have been meant for me."

I took one to the counter and had the cashier check the price.  I could not help lighting up with a smile on my face, when she told me it was just PhP 35 per stick.  I swear I smized.  That's not even a dollar.  So, I asked her to keep an eye on my cart.  I must have skipped like a little kid, as I went back to get its pair.  I just knew I had to get those two as a pair home today!

Everyone was so amused with my purchase, even the baggers could not help spinning it around a few times just before they had to hand them back to me.

When I got home, I had them smudged and blessed----something I don't always do.  Just too happy!  Keeping them on my altar for now.

Agyamanak

With the Solstice past and my birthday approaching, I had been reminiscing on the numerous blessings that came my way.

Most of 2015 had seen much movement, going from east to west, north to south. I had traveled from one town to another and to several cities and back. Each trip deeply treasured.  And for those who had been so close and dear to me, you know all the details for such a "hectic 2015"----hectic being an understatement.

Many kinds of experiences can change our lives.  But I found nothing compares to what a life changer it is, when you find yourself facing your bleakest hour... just when you thought there is nothing else worse that can possibly happen.

Nothing is ever little or small... or bigger than others. Everything is equally, incomparably precious.

Thank you for all the unconditional love and light... and also for the doors that opened, literally and figuratively.

I had hoped to celebrate my Earth incarnation at my birthplace. Perhaps grab a backpack and make a spur-of-the-moment trip. There had been several sites I was hoping to explore, which I had not been able to last year. But I surrender everything to the Divine.

After finally settling in at my current abode to recover (I’ve shared how my last trip to the metropolis was too energetically intoxicating, that I ended up falling ill. Not to mention how I had to address several situations under such health condition), this year had been quite peaceful. Though my recovery requires more time than I thought, I am still grateful for the progress I had been making.

I am also grateful for the numerous blessings that have been flowing in and manifesting continously and abundantly. I cherish and honor the gifts, both material and abstract. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

And I hold dear all the acquaintances, friendships... all the new relations formed, and past relations strengthened. And for those whom I probably will never cross paths with again, I thank you for having been there at the most perfect, opportune moment in my life. May it be that our synchronicity brought profound blessings in your life, as it did to mine.

Gracias.  Merci.  Grazie.  Danke.  Thank you.  Salamat.  Agyamanak.

Immeasurably.

My Love and My Light
Blessed Be
Jonalyn


My new website: http://jonalyn.netau.net (do pardon the ongoing update)

Getting Busy With It

My latest addition:  an improvised lamp I found at the local market, for only P25.  Ingenious.  We don't usually get power interruptions, but I figured it would come in handy.

Back in October, I purchased a rechargeable LED flashlight on sale.  It had warranty with it.  So, I thought, "Why not?"

Three months later, after using it only for a couple of times, I would discover that it's already busted.  And the warranty?  Well, things happen.  I left a box and luggage at my former abode, still unable to make a trip back since I returned to my hometown.

No complaints.

At times, I would light up a candle and have it next to me.  It helps clear away the cobwebs.  It helps me see things a little bit more clearly.

Things are getting a little busier around here.  I still have several ascension articles to finish up.  Jam-packed.  Already, there's a whole list lined up.

Excited.

Anticipation.

Standing Up for the Men

The original article below was completed in December.  However, I have been too preoccupied (as I mentioned in the previous article.)  But at around 3 a.m., I woke up from one of those dreams that remind me why I am still alive and breathing and sticking it out in here.  And in the midst of the discourse (that spanned from talks of human history, to the inner battles of the masculine and feminine throughout the eons, to what has become of the vicious cyclic love-war games of the modern men and women), I remembered this.  And I remembered the cadet I met, about this time last year.  It is not everyday that you meet someone pure, steadfast to his beliefs, like it's the most normal thing in the world just like breathing.  The world finds a way to "test" people like that, and see how far they can go on believing and living in the confines of principles.  I was only in my second year out of university when someone told me, "Idealism is for students.  The corporate world will eat away at your dreams."  When I look back at that time those words were said to me, I can't help thinking it was Life hinting me... a heed of warning that it was time----time to put me through the flames that would forge and strengthen my obstinacy, resoluteness, and stubbornness.  For a decade since, I have been watching people fall away and this world crumble apart.  Meeting him was like a breath of fresh air.  I know what the academy's like.  And I bet what he goes through must be tough.  I would have no idea how he's holding up.  But I've always believed that life does not give us anything we are not capable of.

Please do not mistake this.  I am not in love with him.  Nor do I fancy him.  There's a lot of twisted minds, but thank goodness I'm no pedophile.

Another reason why I was reminded of this article...

There's this current craze over a young man named Jeyrick Sigmaton, dubbed The Carrot Man.  I'm not in the mood to re-write the story behind this.  I give you liberty of going through the details I posted in my Facebook page.

Moving on...

I mention Jeyrick, not in relation with the man above, but because I wanted to give away a collective reading today.  Yes, I have an ascension article due.  But Love is always a reason worth squeezing some room for, especially if it might (just might) bring together more brave, unwavering, pure hearts somewhere out there looking for true love.

Playing Cupid and aiming my arrows.

The media is putting a lot of hype and banking on Jeyrick's sturdy built form, dimpled smile, and innocent cuteness.  But truth be told, his mass appeal is not rooted to any of his physical attributes.  Instead, women (and gaymen) took notice of him (and of men like him) because of an inner subconscious thought brewing deep within their hearts.  When people look at Jeyrick, they see, feel, hear innocence.  And everybody drooling over him want to go back in time, reminisce and wish they could pull those days of innocence out of their dreams and into this present day reality filled with nightmares.  It is no coincidence that Jeyrick was discovered by a female tourist, who found him in the mountains during a trip away from the city.  And it just adds more flavor to the romanticism behind this true to life fantasy.

The subconscious thought and emotion raging within women are: "I'm fed up.  I'm tired.  I'm exhausted."

In at least the past three to five decades, women learned to rise up as breadwinners and to flank and populate the ladder of success.  Back then, they no longer wanted to be chained to a house.  And so they wanted to walk, live, breathe among the men.  And have a whiff and taste of everything they have.

And I think that was a pretty good move in history.  Why?

Because after three to five decades, both men and women are now muttering the same things deep inside:  "I'm fed up.  I'm tired.  I'm exhausted."

A great number of women are now financially secure and comfortable in their skin.  Many of them do not realize it, yet.  But truth be told, they are tired of playing the mind and relationship games.  They have seen to much untruth, they just want someone who can show them, tell them, make them believe there is still incorruptible truth somewhere.  And so the unwed mother goes home to her child.  The bleeding heart goes to her social battles for upliftment.  The devout goes on seclusion in a convent.

In the story of Twin Souls and Twin Flames (if you believe in them), it turns out that many headstrong women happen to be the runners.  But the men are just as confused and baffled, that they believe they are running away, too.

That’s what happens, when you are born and trained to believe in happy endings.  But you grow up and you learn quite the opposite.  Life’s Parody.  It’s like stepping into the biggest brothel of them all, and watching the ultimate live show unfolding before your eyes.  You wonder to yourself, “What the hell is going on here?  Why won’t people wake up?”

Then, all you can do is go on watching.  Sunlight fades away and darkness looms.  The businessmen and wannabes in corporate jackets meet in dimly lit hideouts, where they think nobody's looking.  So they unzip their pants.  And when they're through, they share some wine and cigars and close their deals.  You shake your head vigorously hoping that would shake away all the imagery.  And go for a walk.  But just before you can turn at the street corner, those men driving by with dark-tinted car windows (yes those porn/fuck tints, as they say) pass by honking their horns, on the lookout to pick up hookers or bang some random stranger.

And thus, just like men, women learned to pay for hotel rooms or own secret condo units to meet fuckbuddies, go on casual dates, or hire special services.

As if that weren’t enough, they’ve learned to frequent spas, saunas, and other forms of “specialty shops” to whet their numbing hearts and minds that can no longer make sense of the insanity.

And that’s not even half the story.

I guess it’s the reason why the population obsessed with, desiring, wanting, searching for virgin men is rising.  We’d like to believe that there’s incorruptible truth and purity somewhere.  And you know what?  Even straight men are searching for them... wishing they are out there.  Not because they want them... but because they want to know there's someone out there who did what they couldn't do.  Or at least there's someone out there pure and true, and maybe marry their daughters and sisters, and give them happy endings they deserve.

"I'll save you, brother, because I want to spare you.  Just don't say a word,"  they whisper to one another.

As I was going through this before posting, the real reason I put this article aside for three months came to me.  I just don’t believe in such wretchedness any longer.  I was born Awake, yes.  But “waking up completely” changes you.  I reason out everyday that the whole world can move on to the new… without anyone having to write about such misery.  I reasoned that I can write, and I don't need the fuel of agony and intoxication.

But I wrote about it anyway.

When Life asks you to, you never say no.  You say yes.  You say a Big Yes, with your head and heart nodding.  And you ask for seconds, thirds, and fourths.  You say, “Bring it on!  And keep the ball rolling!  Thank you!  Thank you!  Thank you for such honor!”

Why was I asked to write?  The same reason why any of us are asked to do anything:  Because somebody has to.  And why does it have to be written?  Because people no longer want to write about melancholy and desolation.  Everybody wants to paint pretty pictures in their heads... as an escape.  How are you suppose to clear out the demons left in your closet, if you're too afraid to look into their eyes?

I am tempted to inject Earth historical details and aspects that came along with writing this (I refer to events that transpired long before our written history, or at least the history handed down to us) because they explain much about current collective mentality and reality.  But I will have to save it for a suitable article as lightwork requests.

Thus, I end this otherwise extensive introduction.

Both sides now.

Standing Up for the Men

I know too many Rocker Chicks.  And most of them are single, either because they cannot stand Boy Band Types, or they've given up believing in a Rock Star Fairy Tale Ending.

I am sharing this story (actual events) not because I think there are too many single ladies.  Instead, I am sharing this because I read too many status updates and memes that are ruthless and harsh towards men.

What happened to the people who had been talking about and reading The Law of Attraction, which really seemed to be a real big hit a few years ago?

Well...

Life seems to be taking on a twist of fate.  Everywhere I seem to go these days, I am surrounded by men talking about peace, or reading the Bible.  And I am not talking about your Jehovah's Witnesses and Mormon backpackers, walking around handing out flyers.

For instance, I swung by 711 for a cup of coffee, when a guy sat next to me.  He laid out his snack before him.  Then, before getting started, he pulled out a Bible.  This was no Spick and Span, Clean Cut Well-Shaven Blue-Collared Mr. Goodie Two Shoes.  He was sporting the stereotypical rocking black shirt and blue jeans, perfectly matched with an authentic All Star sneakers.

I wondered to myself, "God, are you taunting me?"

Just a few days ago, I decided to drop by a cafe and check what's going on with world.  That was the day I posted this, https://goo.gl/56UC6i.  A few hours after that was posted, a group of about 20 sat next to me.  I could not help remarking that they were all men.  I thought to myself, "What can bring 20 decent men, aged 20 to 40, into a coffee shop on a Friday night, and a pay day?"

As if heaven mocks me, the head of the pack started explaining, "For those new here, just so you know we talk about peace, etc., etc."

Well, yeah, I could have fallen off my seat right there.

Upon hearing those words, I could not help scanning the group again, taking mental notes here and there.  "Potential rocker, potential rocker, boy band type, that one's pretty much a macho-type...  for whatever it's worth, God, thank you for letting me know such men talk about Peace."  Then, I went on with my work.

But a few moments later, more men would arrive.  Just then, I was distracted from my work and overheard one speaker saying, "Sabi niya sa kin: Pare, I trust in you.  Dun ko nasabi sa sarili ko, 'God has a purpose.'"

I swallowed hard a bit.  I felt as though I was suddenly intruding.  That's when I wished I could excuse myself for being there, but I really wanted to know what exactly they are about.  (Sorry, but that's what writers are all about.  Everything's a curiosity.  And everything worth writing about is worth knowing more about.)

These men did not look like they needed to or came from rehab, Anger Management, or Alcoholics Anonymous.  And they were pretty serious about their stuff.

Naturally, the next questions that came to mind was:  Why aren't they convening at church instead?  Or talking to their girlfriends or wives?  Why do they have to take their thing out at a coffee shop on a Friday night----a pay day?

The answers were simple:  They really want to say, "Hindi ako ganun."*

They aren't at church because the church no longer provides them with answers.

They are at a coffee shop on a Friday night (a pay day) because "hindi sila ganun."

They aren't out on a date or at home with their girlfriends or wives because:

1) They'd rather be around each other talking about "their stuff" and World Peace, than listen to another round of replays of an accusing/nagging wife/gf.

2) They are single.

3) "Hindi sila ganun."

Dear Single Ladies,

If you have been asking God, "Meron pa ba akong mahahanap na matinong lalaki sa panahon ngayon?"  This one's for you.  Don't go on defensive denial mode because you cannot really hide anything from psychics.

"They do exist and they are out there.  Dagdagan ang Tiwala at araw-arawin ang panata."

God is good.

God provides.

And most of all...

God is the Best Matchmaker.

Just don't be too desperate.  To be quite frank, it is easier to re-learn loving yourself.  It is easier to build a relationship with all of creation.  It is easier to fall back in love with God (or whatever it is you conceive God to be).  It is easier to become a breadwinner.  It is easier to rebuild your dreams and get your career back on track.  And when you manage to do all these...  you'll find... falling in love with another breathing, thinking, dreaming person is the scariest thing in the world.  But it is the scariest thing not because of the fear and delusions that made you build fortresses against Love.  You get scared because it's God showing you the door, the way back to Love and you don't want God to break your heart.

But for sure, the generation of men who no longer want to lie, who want to break the chain and cycles of deception are here.  They are born... alive, breathing, dreaming... and grasping, clinging to the same idealism with so much passion and ardor.

Men are just as caught up in their own disenchantment.

The dreamer busied himself. To build himself.  Because one day, he hopes to find you, take off with you, and runaway from the claws of all the madness.

Going back to what I had written earlier, there is a social concern here that had remained unaddressed.  This compelled me to write the story back in December, despite probabilities that my intentions would be misunderstood.

We have a lot of movements talking about saving women against men.  But very few talk about the fact that the population of men who experience trauma, abuse, and violence has been equal to----if not higher than----that of women and children.

Not to mention that we ourselves have been pretty unforgiving with our labels and prejudices against men.

Even men are pretty merciless and vindictive against their own kind.  Some in very discreet ways, others in the most blatant, aggressive ways possible.

One of the reasons (and also the main reason) why I am calling the attention of women and sharing this openly is because, as an intuitive, I do believe in the concepts of The Law of Attraction, even if I haven't read the book.  A bulk of my own works talk about such concepts.

Think of something often enough, believe in it unerringly and steadfastly, and one day you will surprise yourself that you have manifested it into your life.

We gravitate towards that which our hearts and minds reverberate the most.

Think about how the world is filled and blessed with good, peaceful, loving men... and one day, we will surely have nothing less than good, peaceful, loving men.

To come to think of it, we all have male friends, especially the homosexuals who play the part of your bestfriend, who want so much to say, "Stop selling yourself.  Stop making a cheap porn show of yourself."  They all just want to put your clothes back on, wrap you in the tightest hug, and tell you, "I want so much to be the one to love you... I really wish I was straight enough to be the one to love you."

You know what?  That straight man is out there.  And he will do what your gay bestfriend can't do.

Now, the answer is really Love.

In reality, we are not looking for Peace or Meaning or Purpose even.  Neither is it really about God or spiritual movements.

The Answer Is Love.

Keeping myself together.  (Our ancestral home has been quite lonely for more than a decade.  As you can see, the wall behind me can use a bit of retouching.  Thus, for those who wonder in disbelief... it is why I don't have time for TV.  There's too much to preoccupy my mind.)  I've moved from dancing, Yoga, Tai Chi, running, walking... just about anything.  But what do you do when circumstance steals away your favorite workout shoe for three years?  And God says, "No running for you, dear.  At least not in the next three years."  Everyone can run.  Everyone can punch bags.  Everyone can kick, jump, and throw balls.  But stillness and silence... I found that's where you find true refuge.  The ability to sit still is a haven.  I have found my sanctuary.

*Please read https://goo.gl/56UC6i to comprehend the context.