Your Messenger message: "Dear Sir Tony, Good morning. A friend told me a few days ago the beads could be responsible for my illness(es). I was sick for a month (flu, asthma, aches and pains, etc). Do you think that is possible? How can I shield myself, sir?" My reply: The beads were not responsible. You caused yourself stress. After stranding one necklace, relax and do other things. Don't go into overdrive and strand three or four more. You end up not enjoying your work. When you don't enjoy your work, you get sick. It might also be a good idea to wash the beads or soak them in soapy water after arriving from the bead market. Those beads were handled by hundreds of hands. If what your friend meant was something supernatural, he or she is wrong. Because, if that were so, no one would be making bead necklaces--or wearing them--any longer.
I am quite satisfied that Jaymark has been working slowly but surely. Three rooms are thoroughly cleaned, and we have four more rooms to do on the ground floor.
I send Jaymark home to his family every night and he reports every morning at 11:00 AM. He is only 16, and I believe that he should spend time with his family. The first day he reported for work, his two-year-old sister cried, thinking that she would never see him again.
I require Jaymark to eat with us at table and take an afternoon nap everyday. Whatever excess food we have, I ask him to take home to his family. Tonight he received his first salary.
I recall when my godson and nephew Raymond was in grade school in Sydney, Australia. He took on a summer job installing feathers in arrows at an archery shop. We thank God that his supervisor was most kind to him.
Maybe that is why I try to be most kind to Jaymark.
And I thank God also that I have the ground floor all to myself at night, enabling me to make progress on my novel.
We had sodas at M.'s cafe, then went to the living room, where the space ship above us made us stay until sundown, even if I wasn't very entertaining because I was still spaced out from writing my novel. Pun intended.
I always tell the Spirit Questors: NEVER take a person's narrative of a supernatural experience literally. It has probably been edited profusely in his or her unconscious, especially to impress you.
--Read between the lines. What is the person really saying? What does the person want from you?
--Is the person bipolar or schizoid?
--Is the person under some kind of medication?
--What are the person's family problems or dysfunctions?
--What is the person's lifestyle?
--What are the person's ambitions and frustrations?
--Is the person lonely?
--Is the person searching for a father/mother figure?
--How derivative is the person's story of similar elements in horror movies or horror stories?
REMEMBER that such narratives are taken by TV programs and are HYPED. You are to do the exact OPPOSITE.
This is the reason why I always ask such persons to send me an e-mail message describing their situation. In composing the message the person is COMPELLED to organize his or her thoughts and translate the experience to a rational description, and most of the time ends up deciding that there wasn't any problem after all. This saves me a lot of trouble and gives me the time to do other, constructive things, such as creative writing and painting.
God bless Farmers Plaza. Children in costume are allowed to go from shop to shop for trick-or-treating.
Such a far cry from what Rustan's Superstore did years ago, when Angelique was but a little girl. We dressed her up in a costume and had her registered for participation, and what was it all about? The children were made to parade through the store, and that was it. No candy, no snacks, no toys. We swore never to participate in Rustan's Superstore activities since then.
While going jalan-jalan at the center, I noted that, while thousands have already gone to their hometowns for All Souls Day, even more thousands stayed behind. I was swept away by the crowds and felt as I did when I was in school and did walkabout, going nowhere in particular.
I observe that college-age girls frequent the smoking areas of coffee shops (where I usually go) and go from table to table trying to solicit money from people. I know that, whatever reason they give, it is to augment expenses for their schooling. I thank God that none of my grandchildren are like that, and I pity grandparents who have grandchildren like that.
Thank you for the invitation, but, sorry, I refuse to appear on shows designed to scare, or pretend to scare, audiences. It confuses people, it gives them the wrong ideas about spirituality, and, frankly, it is against every religion I know.
Back from the center before sundown. Did some groceries and checked out the Christmas bazaar outside the Coliseum. A good place to shop for decor instead of at Divisoria. Someone bought a really big Santa Claus. There were puto bumbong ovens too.
I saw a few charming creches in little houses made of pinewood, with roofs, pillars, back walling, and floors, but decided to pass on them because, like all Christmas decor, everything will just end up as so much junk. Christmas decor is the primary evidence that the Christmas season is ephemeral.
Also passed on the fat black cats at Clipper because I know that they will eventually get misshapen and look horrid.
Bought three bottles of paraffin oil at the hardware store. When I went to the cashier I saw Aldrin, a Sitio Catacutan neighbor and visual artist, there. He was about to pay for carpenter's measuring tape and then saw me as his salvation. He begged and pleaded with me to pay for his measuring tape. It didn't cost much, and so I did. How much does it cost anyway to make one person happy for an afternoon?
Angelique and J. just arrived. Angelique stayed overnight at Cath's to work on their thesis. Now Aubrey has gone to her classmate's house to work on their group project but will be back for dinner tonight.
When M. talked about the 144,000 who will be chosen to go to heaven, I wondered whether his elders really meant the selected population that will eventually be transported to live on the planet Mars. Everyone else, presumably, will be left behind on Earth.
Last month also finished watching "Chapter Three: Holly, Jolly" from Stranger Things. This episode should have been the point of attack, and I had to wait three episodes to find it. It is also when the audience finally gets hooked.
Love the crisp photography. The chapter titles are odd, though. They are neither helpful nor appropriate.
Last month I watched "Chapter Two: The Weirdo on Maple Street" from Stranger Things. Getting interesting, but my least favorite character is that teenage girl who keeps playing hooky and giving in to her lust.
If you are an artist, don't just say that your favorite color is "purple". There are shades of purple that, when seen side by side, are specifically different: red-violet, cranberry, plum, mauve, lilac, and so on.
"Purple" is a tertiary color and is mixed in varying degrees.
"I'd like to know if you conduct 'house cleansing'? You see, a month ago, we bought an old house in ___________, __________. However, there are times when I feel something's off, and I get goosebumps.
"If yes, I'd like to know how we'd get about this, your requirements, and fee. I'd appreciate a response from you soon. Thank you very much.
"In my humble opinion, it is urgent that our new house undergo 'cleansing' because my eldest child is under medication (for depression and anxiety) and I wouldn't want his condition to worsen by his exposure to whatever negative energy there is in our house. Thank you very much.
I am able to help you. However, you need to pick me up from my house and then bring me home afterward.
You also need to answer the following questions:
1) Have you consulted other psychics who have already checked out your home? If you have done that, I do not wish to have to go there and undo what they have done.
2) Are the other residents of your house experiencing the same things that you are experiencing? If you are the only one, why do you think that this is so?
3) Since there are other residents in your house, have you asked their permission to ask me to visit you, or is this one of those instances in which, when I arrive, your husband will be completely surprised at my presence?
"Aside from lighting candles, what's a good way to pray for the deceased and wandering spirits. Thank you" My reply: Hello _____! Offer on your altar any, some, or all of the following: 1) Fresh flowers 2) A glass of drinking water, preferably with a lid. If no lid, cover the top with cling-wrap as you would food in bowls and drinks in glasses offered during the Festival of Hungry Ghosts. 3) Colored lights 4) Framed photographs of the deceased 5) Joss sticks or frankincense (can be tedious or messy) All of the above are symbolic forms of prayer.
"The werewolf bit you, and you are mine forever." --Tony Perez
Congratulations to Pamela Tham (_Waiting for Marimekko_), who won First Prize under the Open Category in the recent 24-Hour Playwriting Competition sponsored by TheatreWorks Singapore! Congratulations also to Clara Chow (_Birth Days_) and Jason Montes (_Gigantocmachy_), who won Merit awards under the same category! Pamela, Clara, and Jason were my students in the _Writing from The Heart_ workshops I conducted in Singapore.
The oracle battery I am using over the weekend, October 2016:
--The whimsical The Halloween Tarot deck, a gift from Anthony M. Juan, Jr. many years ago and a definite favorite
--The Leonardo da Vinci Tarot, to counterbalance the whimsy with its serious art and symbolism
--The Decameron Tarot, a pornographic deck that channels excess sex energy
--Madame Lenormand Oracle Cards_, to ground me because of its strict guidelines, and
--Oracolo di Marsiglia, as a backstop and as validation.
Every reading takes one full hour. My readings are invitational only. And, sorry, I am fully booked this year. No exceptions.
It is out of sheer habit, of course, but, every year, as the Halloween week approaches, I find myself organizing my collection of oracles and taking into my bedroom whichever I should be using October 30 - November 3.
Watched The Scorpion King 3: Battle for Redemption on Universal last night. As the series evolves, the performers become more and more obscure. I like some of the props and, believe it or not, the atypical extras, but not the production design, which seems to be a fusion of the West's ideas of what different exotic cultures are. And why is it that, in most movies about magic, there is much ado about a book and a medallion, when true magic is actually in the psyche of every mage?
Been watching Teen Wolf on Sony, and I am probably one of the few Filipinos who do so because it airs here past midnight. I like the adventures in the series, the well-planned production design, and the special effects. The two, young, male leads (Scott and Stiles), however, sometimes come across to me as Frodo and Sam in the _Lord of the Rings_ trilogy because of the way they talk and the way they behave toward each other. Other times they could just as well be the Hardy boys with a werewolf twist. As in other series, the finest performances are by the supports. The leads are too hung up on their self-developed mannerisms--especially their predictable facial expressions.
Happiness neither comes nor goes. It is always within you. It is the treasure you must learn to unearth from within your heart. Once you have done so, you discover that there is no other treasure out there.
We are richer in our personal fantasies than in our personal reality, because we have no idea how insurmountable our problems would be if we were really rich, and have no clue that the truly happy are those who are not-rich but not-poor.
In the Philippines, many people dread getting sick and being hospitalized not because of possible physical pain and the probability of death, but because of the steep costs of medication and hospitalization. Some of them would even rather just roll over and die.
Congratulations to Pamela Tham (_Waiting for Marimekko_), who won First Prize under the Open Category in the recent 24-Hour Playwriting Competition sponsored by TheatreWorks Singapore! Congratulations also to Clara Chow (_Birth Days_) and Jason Montes (_Gigantocmachy_), who won Merit awards under the same category!
Pamela, Clara, and Jason were my students in the _Writing from The Heart_ workshops I conducted in Singapore.
Stopped watching TV. Bedroom silence is bliss. Got sick and tired of the same old news, the same old faces, the same old voices. I decided that all of these were bogging down my life and my personal evolution.
Had a full meal alone in the kitchen 2:00 AM last night. The werewolf was suddenly ravenous.
Finished reading The Chinese Maze Murders. Loved it, and was quite sad to have closed the last Judge Dee book in my possession. But then again it's back to writing my novel, and I hope I can do that today.
"magandang gabi po sir. medyo weird ang panaginip ko. nanaginip po kasi ako na nananaginip po ako tapos po sa panaginip ko haharap ako sa may reflection (salamin) tapos sinasabi ko nananaginip ka.. tapos itinutuloy ko ... after na parang magigising ako sa panaginip ko tapos mananaginip ulit tapos pag nakakachance na makita ko sarili ko sa reflection sa location ngbpanaginip ko sinasabi ko nanaginip ako tapos tinutuloy ko ulit. tapos po nagising ako sa panaginip ko (pero tulog pa rin ako) kaya kinuha ko phone ko para magising ako sa (ilaw) .. pagkakuha nagising na ko ngbtuluyan." My reply: Hi ______! Maybe you read one of my poems on the end papers of my book _Cubao-Kalaw Kalaw-Cubao_. Whether you did or not, however, my analyses are: --You are ready to practice lucid dreaming. Google-search the topic if you do not know what this is. --In your waking life, you are unable to face your problems head on. You have become too accustomed to resolving conflicts indirectly.
Your Messenger message: "Hi sir, I just wanted to ask for some advice. I'm currently in my second year in ____________, and I've been struggling and questioning myself. I don't want to throw it all away because this is all that I've ever wanted, but I'm afraid of failing the semester. So far, it's been okay, but I've been disheartened the last few weeks and I don't know how to cope. I'm really sorry for bothering you, I just need some advice. Thank you." My reply: Hi ____! Remember college? Second year was also the worst year. Graduate school has that crunch year too. Don't drop out. Be tenacious. See yourself in an overall picture. You can always repeat subjects if you have to, or ask your professors how you can make up for low grades. After everything, it is what you do as a professional, not how high your grades were, that will really count.
I enrolled for an M.A. in Clinical Psychology at a time when communication was a commodity and an instrument of power-tripping. Everything cost something and nothing was for free. I recall that all departments had access to a telephone outside line only via a secret switch near the telephone that only the secretaries knew. The secretaries turned on the switch only for themselves and those whom they favored.
I wonder what they are power-tripping on now that everyone has wi-fi and can read this posting in cyberspace.
Your Messenger message: "I've been having feelings that my home back in _________ might be in danger.... Though my family is very prayerful. However I had a dream that a snake might coil up to my niece and it already happened this year that a snake jumped to my mother's back after she swam and was on her way to the bathroom. I'm afraid that one of these days another snake might enter our house and it might be because some one wanted it to harm my family. "Here's some picture of my family's house in __________... Should it be cleansed immediately?" My reply: Hello ________! 1. Dreams are usually symbolic rather than literal. It is possible that what happened to your mother has psychologically grafted itself to your niece. Explore what your psyche perceives your mother and your niece to have in common. Also explore what a snake really means to you. Although, as you say, you have psychic abilities, there are many instances in which common sense must rule. What do home owners in _________ do, for instance, to prevent snakes from entering their compounds? 2. "...it might be because someone wanted it to harm my family": You need to be specific. I want to know who did what, if any, to warrant such an action.
Jeff has, at long last, found a regular job, and so he has gone home to his family. He is the eldest and needs to help his parents provide for his siblings.
This afternoon Grace, who used to work for my father in San Jose, Occidental Mindoro, brought me her 16-year-old grandson, Jaymark, to help me clean the house, help me cook our meals, and sort of take care of me. He will be treated, of course, like part of the family.
Back from the center. Paid a utility bill and bought two leather-bound notebooks, two packs of ten-hour tea lights for bedrooms, a chicken for dinner, rock salt, and other stuff.
Not a day of solitude. When I arrived home my antique dealer from Mindanao was there waiting for me. He brought me an antique, brass, Lumad bell. I think I'll hang it in the small loggia, since our foyer is decorated with other items from Mindanao. D., if you're reading this, I know that I promised to buy your bell and I haven't forgotten! The problem is that you are so far away from me.
Chito, Chevy, and Vinci arrived. A late lunch. Gave them old Halloween costumes stashed away in my elder son Nelson's walk-in closet. Bought Chevy and Vinci chips and candy.
Finished e-mailing my interview answers to Teng Ongpin, whose husband was my student at De La Salle University long ago. The interview will be in her new lifestyle site called Liv, featuring travel, food, interesting people, animal friends, and other topics. Teng asked if she could feature me for her Halloween issue.
Her site is at www.livph.comand my feature will be available for viewing Saturday, October 29.
Bogart is currently "on vacation". A man and a woman, cafe clients who are vets, took him to their place and are giving him medical treatment. We are all pretending that he is in a hospital suite and would like flowers. It sounds impressive.
Back from the Sitio Catacutan Market. Bought meat stock.
I love going to the marketplace as much as I love going to mall shops. I meet people who tell me interesting stories with equally interesting speech patterns. I also see a lot of tempting stuff. Couldn't resist buying these jack-o'-lanterns which would have cost a lot in department stores. I can always use them as paper baskets later.
The night of a potential typhoon hit, worse than the night of a full moon. Many men will be taken over by Eros, as they are during a volcanic eruption. They will behave as though this were the last night of their lives. Many will take to drink. Many will splurge. Many will tear up their masterpieces in their subconscious desire to create more works.
As for the werewolf, he will curl up in bed in his cozy, captain's cabin bedroom and continue reading Judge Dee to his heart's content.
I could not comprehend my feeling at the TV station this afternoon. Something was significantly different, but I could not pinpoint exactly what it was until I got home. Then it dawned on me--it was a feeling of complete freedom.
This time I could say anything that I wanted on TV, without worrying about what my supervisors would think.
It's been years since my last public appearance. In 2011 I decided to be a hermit and be seen and heard only in cyberspace.
Today I broke that for a friend, a colleague, and a former co-worker, Agnes. She is consultant to a GMA-7 talk show Mars. I couldn't say no to her. The episode will air Tuesday, All Saints Day, November 1, 2016. The show is hosted by Suzi Abrera and Camille Pratts. Guests with me were Mayton Eugenio and TJ Trinidad. Our topic was "Deathbed Visions".
When I was a little boy, some of the most magical moments I recall were the evenings when my parents dressed up for formal events. My mother would be in a gown with sparkly accents. Her hair would be coiffed and she would have make-up on. My father was in his Army colonel's gala uniform. They were engrossed in trying to look as perfect as possible in front of the mirror. During those times they were also engrossed only in each other. They were no longer my mother and my father. I did not exist. The years turned back swiftly and they were newlyweds once again.
They would kiss me and my younger sister good night, and they even smelled different then. My mother had perfume, my father cologne.
On evenings like those there was nothing else for me to do but sleep because I knew that my parents would be coming home very late.
The magic was always broken the next day, when my mother and my father would be the same persons I knew them to be all over again.
I wonder if, when I had to dress for a formal event, my sons and my grandchildren ever looked at me that way.
When I was in graduate school for Clinical Psychology, I observed that the Group Dynamics program had the least transparency and the most pretensions, delusions of grandeur, power-tripping, and inappropriate exclusivity.
Should you happen to have dollhouse-dolls or miniature figurines and you are leaving the house for an important event, arrange the dolls/figurines on your magic altar in a tableau symbolic of what you want to happen.
If you don't have dolls/figurines, you can easily cut paper dolls from magazines and fold them in position.
Whenever I am half-asleep or half-napping in my bedroom I love to hear the sound of a stick broom sweeping the driveway outside. It makes me feel that life is simple, that there is nothing as soothing as the thought of a person joyfully performing an everyday task like sweeping, that there is also something truly centering about the Japanese artists' acts of sweeping sand in deliberate patterns--both for the artists and for the beholders of their art.
I believe that I do have social media privacy. When someone Clicks on Like or Comments on a posting that I made, it doesn't mean that they went on my Wall. It means that the posting randomly popped up on Newsfeed and that they happened to see it as they were Scrolling through.
That is why my accounts continue to be my electronic diaries.
Back from groceries at the center. The lines were long even at the cashier for senior citizens. Jeff and I were there a good two hours. A baby slept in its mother's arms the entire time, completely oblivious to its surroundings.
Managed to fill up a promo coupon with five stamps and bought a stainless steel chopper for crackling pork at a discount.
Bought a novelty rubber stamp set. And, of course, two more Spandex shorts.
Until about the age of nine, boys believe that the world is theirs for the taking. After that they go through a prepubescent crisis during which they learn that other men, including their own brothers, are out to compete with them and even kill them in order to win. Some of these boys subconsciously submit to the domination of those other men and end up as weaklings who no longer value leadership and heroism.
Sometimes I feel that the only solution is for them never to trust their fellow men.
Until about the age of nine, girls are self-expressive, effusive, outspoken, and ready to fight valiantly for right against wrong. After that something happens. They undergo a prepubescent crisis during which they see how women are discriminated against in this world, even at the hands of their own fathers, and something dies inside them.
Sometimes I feel that the only solution is for them never to fall in love with men.
"Good morning, sir. It has been so long since I've had an interaction again with other entities in my almost out of body experiences. (I just consider it "almost" since I have never left my room from the multiple OBE's I've had in the past.) Just before I woke up today, something happened which haven't before. I was not aware that I was actually having an OBE. I thought I was just having a really bad headache from trying to get up from bed. Even when I saw the red energy emitting from my pink bag and purple ones right across the upper bed bunk, I still was not aware. Then, there were two ladies knocking at my door in which I told them to open since I am not able to do it myself. I was not able to see their faces even if, I think, I was looking straight at them. But their voices were so clear that when they closed the door, I heard them saying "Sino yung maganda na yun? (Sorry, I had to say it even if it is embarrassing as I do not want to miss a single detail.) Ba't sya napunta dito?" I am very curious as to the second sentence. Of course, I was in here because it is my room. I don't understand how they seemed to be perplexed. Then, I grabbed my phones. I tried to look at the time. My sight was not really good, this time. I could not read anything from the screen because my vision was blurry. Unaware that I was not in my reality, I tried over and over sitting on my bed until I am relieved of my headache slowly. I woke up an hour ago but I still feel a little pressure in my head right now. I wonder what made this experience slightly different from the ones that i have experienced in the past. Thank you for your help." My reply: Hello ____________! Headaches are a natural side effect of astral travel if your body is not hydrated. You had difficulty coming back to consciousness because you entered a dimension that the two ladies belong to in their location, and they entered the dimension you belong to in your location. If you can conceive of it, it was somewhat like an out-of-location experience as well as an out-of-body experience. The two ladies are not astral travelers. They are spirits of the deceased. They mistook you for a deceased person too.
Granddaughters in their bedrooms upstairs, Jeff in his studio bedroom, I in my captain's cabin bedroom, Kichiro in the family room, Cerefina curled up behind my writing desk, and the TV on storm watch.
Reading The Phantom of the Temple. Actually, rereading, because I read this novel more than once many years ago. Now rereading until I can read no more. One quaint vignette leads to another. I am such a die-hard fan that I even think that I AM Judge Dee.
7:50 PM. Everyone home, at last. Getting drizzly. We just ordered food from Chow King and bought fresh mangoes at the Sitio Catacutan fruit stand.
Minimal TV for me tonight. I'm devouring one of the Judge Dee books that arrived this afternoon. I love losing myself in stories of ancient China. It is something that no other Filipino writer I know of enjoys. I must have been a mandarin in one of my past lives.
"Maestro can you please help me get a reading on the card, when i look at it feels like, i'm looking at a mirror and seeing myself holding back... Thank you for your time."
What you showed me was an image created by dripping ink on a piece of paper, after which the paper is folded in half to create a symmetrical image. This image functions as a projective technique, in which, via the defense mechanism of projection and using the image as a stimulus, you elicit from yourself certain memories and associations.
Projective techniques do not work employing one image alone. I suggest that you visit a psychometrician who can administer to you the entire series of Rorschach's Inkblots.