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