My on-line journal: continued from tonyperezphilippinescyberspacebook32.blogspot.com (October 9, 2016 - March 13, 2017)
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Friday, June 30, 2017
Thursday, June 29, 2017
Some examples of Philippine power animals:
Bat
Cat
Carabao, Water Buffalo
Cobra
Cow
Crow
Deer
Dog
Dove
Dugong
Eagle
Fish (specify)
Goat
Hawk
Horse
Lizard, Gecko, Salamander
Martinez
Pig
Python
Rat
Rice Bird
Rooster, Hen
Philippine sea creatures, such as Eel
Tamaraw
Tarsier
Turtle
Wild Boar
Wild Cat
All animals in the Chinese zodiac may be included.
I have also observed cases in which insects manifested as power animals.
Bat
Cat
Carabao, Water Buffalo
Cobra
Cow
Crow
Deer
Dog
Dove
Dugong
Eagle
Fish (specify)
Goat
Hawk
Horse
Lizard, Gecko, Salamander
Martinez
Pig
Python
Rat
Rice Bird
Rooster, Hen
Philippine sea creatures, such as Eel
Tamaraw
Tarsier
Turtle
Wild Boar
Wild Cat
All animals in the Chinese zodiac may be included.
I have also observed cases in which insects manifested as power animals.
The power animal in front of you leads, and paves the way before you. It is the persona of all your power animals, and is that which people see and by which they form an impression of you.
The power animal behind you follows and protects you. It is your Shadow Animal.
The power animal on your right works with you and helps you get things done.
The power animal on your left nourishes your wishes, dreams, and secret desires, and helps make them become reality.
The power animal above you should have wings, and guides you through your life journey and your careers.
The power animal below you helps you keep stealthy and well grounded.
The power animal within you is your medicine animal. It harnesses all your power animals, heals you when you are ill, and prevents you from psychosis. (Sociopaths are said to have power animals within them that are injured, dying, or dead.) Note that, in many cases, a person always moves like the power animal within him/her and even takes on the eyes and gaze of that animal.
The power animal behind you follows and protects you. It is your Shadow Animal.
The power animal on your right works with you and helps you get things done.
The power animal on your left nourishes your wishes, dreams, and secret desires, and helps make them become reality.
The power animal above you should have wings, and guides you through your life journey and your careers.
The power animal below you helps you keep stealthy and well grounded.
The power animal within you is your medicine animal. It harnesses all your power animals, heals you when you are ill, and prevents you from psychosis. (Sociopaths are said to have power animals within them that are injured, dying, or dead.) Note that, in many cases, a person always moves like the power animal within him/her and even takes on the eyes and gaze of that animal.
Wednesday, June 28, 2017
When the rain let up the first time today, I brought my granddaughters to the family dentist's, sat with them awhile, then went window-shopping for glass cloches and lanterns. Afterward I sat in the smoking area of the Cubao Hogwarts Espresso Station with a slice of lemon praline and a glass of pink guava juice. Went back to the dentist's to pick up my granddaughters afterward. Dinner and dessert.
Tuesday, June 27, 2017
Monday, June 26, 2017
There are times when the embrace of another human being is not enough. There is the love of the divine within you and the love of the divine within the other. Yet, you yearn even more strongly for the actual and physical touch of the divine, and are terrified with the possibility that you could spend an entire lifetime waiting for it.
Thunder rolls to the east of Cubao.
Whenever the sky sends signals, the primordial man within me looks upward or out the window, and my consciousness rises above the rooftops to scan the neighborhood and the city beyond it. I think of loved ones far and near. I wonder whether the gods and goddesses are displeased about someone or something.
I light a scented candle and take consolation in its steady and unwavering flame.
Whenever the sky sends signals, the primordial man within me looks upward or out the window, and my consciousness rises above the rooftops to scan the neighborhood and the city beyond it. I think of loved ones far and near. I wonder whether the gods and goddesses are displeased about someone or something.
I light a scented candle and take consolation in its steady and unwavering flame.
One of the most wonderful effects that Masterchef Australia has on its contestants is that they start out awkward and camera shy and then end up being veteran TV performers who know how to control their hair, their facial expressions, and their body movements, so that they jump right out of the TV screens and unto your lap.
You need to give your children:
--Love
--Security
--A house/home
--Nutritious food
--Good food
--Education and career opportunities
--The development of their talents
--Religious and moral values
--Avenues to express themselves
All of this they may need to provide themselves after you have gone. And provide their own children as you provided for them.
--Love
--Security
--A house/home
--Nutritious food
--Good food
--Education and career opportunities
--The development of their talents
--Religious and moral values
--Avenues to express themselves
All of this they may need to provide themselves after you have gone. And provide their own children as you provided for them.
Sunday, June 25, 2017
Reflect on the type of face you usually have a crush on.
Go back in time, year by year, and identify one such type you encountered per year.
Go back further, to your early childhood, doing the same.
You will find that that type of face is directly related to a young father, a young mother, a young father's friend, or a young mother's friend--and someone who carried you, played with you, or smiled at you during a happy occasion, such as a children's party.
Go back in time, year by year, and identify one such type you encountered per year.
Go back further, to your early childhood, doing the same.
You will find that that type of face is directly related to a young father, a young mother, a young father's friend, or a young mother's friend--and someone who carried you, played with you, or smiled at you during a happy occasion, such as a children's party.
Reflect on the activities you do.
--How many of them are really meant to call attention to yourself rather than to the people you serve?
--How many of them actually please you and give you a sense of self-fulfillment?
--How many of them do you do merely to make money?
--How many of them can you actually live without?
--How many of them ironically make you feel insecure and unsure of yourself?
--If you had to streamline your activities, which one would you willingly give up first?
--How many of them are really meant to call attention to yourself rather than to the people you serve?
--How many of them actually please you and give you a sense of self-fulfillment?
--How many of them do you do merely to make money?
--How many of them can you actually live without?
--How many of them ironically make you feel insecure and unsure of yourself?
--If you had to streamline your activities, which one would you willingly give up first?
Saturday, June 24, 2017
The logo and sign of Memo Cafe has a subliminal line that reads "Eat Meet Drink".
The workshop participants asked me: Why not "Eat Drink Meet" since it is logical to eat and drink and then meet and discuss affairs with people.
My answer: The implication of "Eat Meet Drink" is that you eat at the cafe, meet a special someone, have a drink together...and who knows what follows.
The workshop participants asked me: Why not "Eat Drink Meet" since it is logical to eat and drink and then meet and discuss affairs with people.
My answer: The implication of "Eat Meet Drink" is that you eat at the cafe, meet a special someone, have a drink together...and who knows what follows.
I haven't had a whirlwind affair (pun intended) with the wind in a long, long time. The only other times I recall were when I was a graduate student at university, enrolled in a master's degree course in Clinical Psychology, and when I was a special teacher and stranded one afternoon at Saint Joseph of Cupertino School, both in the 70s; and during my third visit to the Kabayan Mummy Caves as cultural affairs specialist for the Ambassador's Fund for Cultural Preservation in 2012.
During those times I felt that the wind was sexier than anyone I'd ever known, and I wished that it would never stop.
During those times I felt that the wind was sexier than anyone I'd ever known, and I wished that it would never stop.
Friday, June 23, 2017
Night Classes
When I announce night classes I no longer specify a time. I discovered that people attend the classes any time within a 48-hour period after my announcement. Some will feel like they attended a two-hour session within only 30 minutes of sleeping; others like they attended only briefly within eight hours of sleeping. Time is fluid when one is on the astral plane.
All classes are held on my roof deck.
If you sleep with any one of the 36 Wands, your lesson will be on weather changes.
If you sleep with anything else I gave you, such as a book, a medallion, a stone, or a piece of wood, your lesson will be about magic in general.
Thursday, June 22, 2017
Your Messenger message:
"Hi Sir Tony, I just had a vivid memory of my dream last night. I was going to our project site (condo project) in which I was greeted by the owner of our general contactor. He lead to a car, in which he seems to give me. Seems like a black honda accord, not so new but seems okay. Gave me the keys and I drove it. It was a manual transmission car. As I was driving down the rocky ramp of the project site, I was only driving a the first gear. I also noticed the the gear shift stick is attached via a wire. As I approached the highway the wire attaching the gear shift was removed, however I was still able to drive it back to the project site's parking even though Im stuck at 1st gear. By the way the car interior was pretty much very second hand but serviceable. I found it weird since i not know how to drive a manual car and I really had a very real and vivid memory of my feet working the clutch and gear shifts. Hope you could help me interpret such a dream. Good day Sir."
My reply:
Hello _____!
At this time in your life you desire independence and believe that you are ready for it, but your psyche is reminding you that you should never acquire independence at the cost of sacrificing your family.
Your dream seems to indicate a streak of ruthlessness within you. Because of this, you tend to make rash, impulsive decisions. Alas, such decision-making will only lead you to lesser heavens that may not at all give you the happiness you envision, and will merely endow you with regret and resentment.
"Hi Sir Tony, I just had a vivid memory of my dream last night. I was going to our project site (condo project) in which I was greeted by the owner of our general contactor. He lead to a car, in which he seems to give me. Seems like a black honda accord, not so new but seems okay. Gave me the keys and I drove it. It was a manual transmission car. As I was driving down the rocky ramp of the project site, I was only driving a the first gear. I also noticed the the gear shift stick is attached via a wire. As I approached the highway the wire attaching the gear shift was removed, however I was still able to drive it back to the project site's parking even though Im stuck at 1st gear. By the way the car interior was pretty much very second hand but serviceable. I found it weird since i not know how to drive a manual car and I really had a very real and vivid memory of my feet working the clutch and gear shifts. Hope you could help me interpret such a dream. Good day Sir."
My reply:
Hello _____!
At this time in your life you desire independence and believe that you are ready for it, but your psyche is reminding you that you should never acquire independence at the cost of sacrificing your family.
Your dream seems to indicate a streak of ruthlessness within you. Because of this, you tend to make rash, impulsive decisions. Alas, such decision-making will only lead you to lesser heavens that may not at all give you the happiness you envision, and will merely endow you with regret and resentment.
Wednesday, June 21, 2017
Criminals, while imprisoned, can be conditioned to become more useful than citizens who are not criminals because they were easily conditioned to become criminals in the first place, and so their psychological and moral state can always be reversed and undone.
Such a program, however, would cost millions, and society is unwilling both to shell out the money and to extend such compassion.
Such a program, however, would cost millions, and society is unwilling both to shell out the money and to extend such compassion.
Tuesday, June 20, 2017
One of the things I could never understand about my former co-workers is their spending hours after work going bowling, playing volleyball, and drinking without giving up time they could have been spending with their families.
Had I done the same I would have become a total stranger to my family, not to mention being too exhausted for anything else upon getting home.
Had I done the same I would have become a total stranger to my family, not to mention being too exhausted for anything else upon getting home.
I remember a time--in the 70s I think--when atchays were scandalized by champagne fountains and chocolate fountains at parties. They must have thought that the champagne and the chocolate abundantly flowed and overflowed and got libated to the earth.
Now that those atchays themselves are buying terracotta water fountains by the roadside, they know that the champagne and the chocolate are recycled in their vessels, and so they have managed to shut up.
Now that those atchays themselves are buying terracotta water fountains by the roadside, they know that the champagne and the chocolate are recycled in their vessels, and so they have managed to shut up.
There are two ways of building a collection: thinking carefully of everything you want and buying them one at a time; and buying everything you can possibly buy and discarding what you don't want later.
The latter is more expensive, but it gives you more peace of mind. You have the benefit of experiencing all your purchases firsthand, and you don't torment yourself with ruminations such as "WHAT IF I bought the other one instead?"
Take care, though, not to have the same attitude toward people.
The latter is more expensive, but it gives you more peace of mind. You have the benefit of experiencing all your purchases firsthand, and you don't torment yourself with ruminations such as "WHAT IF I bought the other one instead?"
Take care, though, not to have the same attitude toward people.
Monday, June 19, 2017
If you are discombobulated and disturbed whenever you look at a boy who likes like a girl and discover that he is a boy or you look at a girl who looks like a boy and discover that she is a girl, you are incapable of gender-less thinking, and probably always look at strangers as potential sex objects.
I believe that I may have subconsciously trained myself to be using the water dispenser at the exact moment when it runs out of water. Only I and sometimes J. can lift the heavy refill and put it on. When the granddaughters are at home without me and J. they have to ask one of the security guards to do it for them.
Sunday, June 18, 2017
Your Messenger message:
"Good evening, sir. I would like to consult with you a dream I had today which I feel is of great importance in my present situation. If you have the time to read it, I will be deeply grateful.
"June 18, during the day.
"I was not able to write it down right upon waking because I had to eat for iftar first. "I was with H. (a law student from another school in the city) in what looks like an open auditorium to me. Some friends were teasing because he appears to have a crush on me. So did I in that particular dream. I felt the same way towards him. He was not showing much affection but I somehow knew he cared for me. We were walking; he was right beside me. We went upstairs a sturdy staircase, then went down before finally arriving in our destination. That auditorium was more like inside a mall. I bought something at Watson's. Apparently, I got more than what I paid for when the Cashier mistakenly wrapped the things I took, but later on decided, not to purchase. I did not pay for it. I discreetly took it even though I knew of the case. I left my two bags by the counter (one which I paid for on top of the one I did not). I left it with the thought it might send warning alarms ringing because of the unpaid items. Sneaky, I know.
"Good evening, sir. I would like to consult with you a dream I had today which I feel is of great importance in my present situation. If you have the time to read it, I will be deeply grateful.
"June 18, during the day.
"I was not able to write it down right upon waking because I had to eat for iftar first. "I was with H. (a law student from another school in the city) in what looks like an open auditorium to me. Some friends were teasing because he appears to have a crush on me. So did I in that particular dream. I felt the same way towards him. He was not showing much affection but I somehow knew he cared for me. We were walking; he was right beside me. We went upstairs a sturdy staircase, then went down before finally arriving in our destination. That auditorium was more like inside a mall. I bought something at Watson's. Apparently, I got more than what I paid for when the Cashier mistakenly wrapped the things I took, but later on decided, not to purchase. I did not pay for it. I discreetly took it even though I knew of the case. I left my two bags by the counter (one which I paid for on top of the one I did not). I left it with the thought it might send warning alarms ringing because of the unpaid items. Sneaky, I know.
"*Little segue interpretation just so I do not forget. H. is a law student from another school. This dream may suggest my law school life. I may have been cheating on myself, to carry on in my present school. The items I bought were my tuition fees that I paid for. I did not pay the obvious free bag that I got but still grabbed it. Dean initially allowed me to enroll even if there was a possibility that I may have flunked a few subjects last semester that could cause me to be kicked out of the program. That was the free bag, I guess. I was hesitant to bring it over or to carry on as it may give warnings that could put embarrass me in school in worst case scenario. I fear that I may not be able to continue studying in my present school because of the subjects I flunked. That is why I left the bags on the counter. I decided to go with H. Meaning, I was considering transferring to another school. It will be a smooth journey based on my dream. I will be able to obtain my law degree with ease. Except, with regret of wanting to go back and starting over.
"In my dream, I went back to where I left my bags because I felt the importance of that free bag. It only meant one thing. I will regret not making use wisely of the free bag that I got from the Dean, himself.
"On my way back, I was in this sort of parade where everyone looked like a puppet. Pres. Duterte is the leader. Everyone was unhappy and was just going along with his commands. There were soldiers all over the place with no faces to show. I saw H. from the 2nd storey building, watching over me in case anything goes wrong. I lost my way, though. I cannot remember exactly if I was able to get back the free bag. All I know was I was on my way back to the staircase (this time, it was not sturdy but an old rundown kind of staircase). There was a boy sitting on one of the steps. He had no face. My instinct told me that he will run after me when I get to the peak, and he did just that. He followed me through until I was able to descend the next staircase. I confronted him. He stopped. He did not actually harm me. But I did not know what he felt at the moment since he had no face to show. The rundown staircase was just a challenge for me, I thought. I instinctively tore down that particular place like a piece of paper. I tore down layer upon layers of paper until I saw the light. It was a beautiful scenery. It was like a fairytale come true. That concluded that particular dream.
"Other parts of the dream which are not related or have different themes include:
"1. There was a study lamp on the table, a bright one. I improvised and put a glass-like bulb below it to make it even brighter.
"2. I was with my nephew running on the mud. Someone was chasing us.
"3. I rode a tricycle when the driver brought me somewhere I was not familiar with. His tricycle broke down so I left. He was whipping me with a human-sized hair tie and told me to go back. I was crying. I said I will because I had no intention of going elsewhere. The crying felt like an act, though. *This particular dream rooted from an unpleasant experience I had commuting which I had to act to be safe.
"Then there was this dream that included my parents which I could not remember. The weird thing is, it was the dream that I had right before waking up. I am still trying to remember what it's about.
"I realized, Sir Tony, that more than what I want to admit, I need help. I cannot seem to break free from my self-destructive behavioral pattern. I lost the will to fight for my dreams. I used to love to improve on every aspect in my life. I just lost the will to do so now. I have been considering your suggestion to look for an open-minded psychologist. I just have not find one yet whom I could talk to without fearing to be judged. I know only a handful of psychologists in the area, and I am not particularly close to any one of them. Am I manifesting any sort of mental illness?"
My reply:
Hello _____!
Your interpretation of the first part of the dream is correct. The dreamer is usually the best interpreter of his/her dream.
Note that, in most of your dreams, there is usually a staircase leading to an upper floor (your higher consciousness), and that the dreams set there are direct messages from your psyche. You and H. are one and the same person--you the trickster part of yourself and H. the sober and responsible part of yourself. The boy without a face is also you. He represents your future, which you are still unable to satisfactorily define.
The episode about the parade seems to indicate your awareness that, while you would like to obtain a law degree and have a successful career, you see that you live in a country in which your practice of law may not be as fulfilling as you want it to be because many people are like puppets who act mechanically and do not think for themselves. Your tearing down the scene that follows reflects the defense mechanism denial.
Your act of making the study lamp brighter is a good thing. It shows your positive attitude toward higher learning.
The episode in the tricycle means that you have no recourse but to stay where you are and continue studying well. Just in case you have been feeling that you are in the wrong country.
You could not recall the final episode, involving your parents, because it might have been painful for your ego to remember it. This could mean that, thus far, you have been a disappointment to your parents, perhaps because of your uncertainty or lack of direction. Or maybe they do not share the same vision that you have for yourself.
Dreams are never indications of mental illness especially if their messages are clear. They are beacons in themselves and function as psychological guides. I suggest that you read up on dreamwork and dream analysis, beginning with the works of Strephon Kaplan Williams.
Saturday, June 17, 2017
Friday, June 16, 2017
Your e-mail message:
"Dear Mr. Tony,
"Dear Mr. Tony,
I have a... dream that i am hoping you can interpret but this one happened a long time ago, maybe when i was still at my early teens. I always dream about cementeries. But I have never been in those cementeries in reality nor did i see those in any tv, movies or print. I always traversed these cementeries with no purpose (as far as i remember) i just walk through this and would wake up after i reached the outside.
Thanks in advance
p.s. i stopped dreaming about cementeries when i entered college until now (i remember this detail because occasionally in those dreams i happen to encounter some of my elementary friends along walking through these cementeries)
My reply:
Hello _______!
I have two possible interpretations for this dream:
1) You feel disconnected from your ancestors. This is a typical dream of adopted children who wish that they knew who their ancestors were.
2) Whether you are an adopted child or not, it could mean that you wish you had a different set of parents and relatives altogether.
The family you are born into and are raised by is pretty much a karmic situation. You have to embrace it and learn whatever lessons you can learn from it. And, as Robert Frost put it, "Home is where, when you go there, they have to take you in."
A neighbor and I rescued an abandoned kitten today. I'd seen it mewling in the driveway the past two days and hoped that someone would like it enough to pick it up and keep it. Apparently no one did. According to L., who manages my nephew's tenement houses on the compound, it had a sibling who got run over by a car.
This afternoon my neighbor found the kitten covered with ants outside D.'s convenience store. He picked it up and brought it back into the compound. Someone had apparently stepped on its left hind leg because it was limping. It was a friendly kitten, I must say. Despite its weakness it tried to follow the children who were playing in the driveway. It was already too weak to mewl.
I brought out a dish of water mixed with washed sugar. My neighbor wiped the kitten clean and fed it. I was quite glad that he decided to keep it. I gave him a pink basket and lined it with paper, a dish, a dropper, and a can of milk. I hope the kitten grows up to be a happy, healthy cat in its new home.
This afternoon my neighbor found the kitten covered with ants outside D.'s convenience store. He picked it up and brought it back into the compound. Someone had apparently stepped on its left hind leg because it was limping. It was a friendly kitten, I must say. Despite its weakness it tried to follow the children who were playing in the driveway. It was already too weak to mewl.
I brought out a dish of water mixed with washed sugar. My neighbor wiped the kitten clean and fed it. I was quite glad that he decided to keep it. I gave him a pink basket and lined it with paper, a dish, a dropper, and a can of milk. I hope the kitten grows up to be a happy, healthy cat in its new home.
Thursday, June 15, 2017
Wednesday, June 14, 2017
Tuesday, June 13, 2017
Your e-mail message:
"Good Afternoon,
"Good Afternoon,
"For several months I've been dreaming several scenarios like being a member of a syndicate then double crossing the mastermind of the syndicate and i would end up running away.
"what bothers me is that:
"1. at some point in my dream my physical self change into another person but i am still aware that that is me only with different looks. this happens when i started my escape from the mastermind. its like im watching the scene as a movie viewer (outsider) but i know that one of the character is me.
"2. whenever i decide to runaway i became concious that i am in a dream but i just continue dreaming.
"thank you.:
My reply:
Hello ______!
Your dream indicates that your frequently used defense mechanism is self-sabotage. Whenever you are in control and about to accomplish something, your lack of faith in yourself makes you, albeit subconsciously, destroy everything you have done and bring yourself back to Square One.
Always see things through. Do not be afraid to be the grand prize winner just because you love your co-competitors. You need to be selfish from time to time.
Monday, June 12, 2017
At the theatre, while waiting for workshop participants to arrive, I look at windows I'd been seeing but never looked out from for the past four years. I decide to approach one. I see a portion of the street I've passed many times before, on the way from the hotel to the theatre. I wonder if anyone has ever seen me walking on that street from that window, as I visualize myself walking on that street from where I am standing, at the window.
I am here and I am there, and so are we all, if only we bother to stand up, come close, and look.
I am here and I am there, and so are we all, if only we bother to stand up, come close, and look.
"Counseling" is an office term used as a weapon by supervisors who are displeased with their subordinates. When a subordinate does not "conform" to what a supervisor wants, he/she is immediately placed on "counseling".
The use of this term is an insult to clinical psychology, because all counseling is client-centered rather than counselor-centered. The correct term that should be used in offices is "brainwashing". Because that is what it really is.
The use of this term is an insult to clinical psychology, because all counseling is client-centered rather than counselor-centered. The correct term that should be used in offices is "brainwashing". Because that is what it really is.
Movies influence how people talk and behave. As a matter of fact, mere trailers even do.
Teenagers walked out of screenings of the first version of Carrie spouting "Shit".
A lot of men are now saying "Yeah" while swallowing the word, as in the latest Spiderman.
And did you ever see women who kept their mouths hanging open the way Natalie Portman did in a Star Wars episode?
Teenagers walked out of screenings of the first version of Carrie spouting "Shit".
A lot of men are now saying "Yeah" while swallowing the word, as in the latest Spiderman.
And did you ever see women who kept their mouths hanging open the way Natalie Portman did in a Star Wars episode?
Sunday, June 11, 2017
Watched a replay of Ghostbusters on HBO. I enjoyed it, and I wonder if many other people did. There is something off about females playing trickster roles. In ancient history, trickster archetypes are male. There are no female tricksters, from African mythology all the way to the anthropology of Joseph Campbell and the depth psychology of Carl Jung.
Saturday, June 10, 2017
Friday, June 9, 2017
Friday afternoon in the smoking area of the Cubao Hogwarts Espresso Station. Angelique is sitting with a chocolate hazelnut drink inside the cafe. We are both waiting for Aubrey to text-message that her session with our family dentist is over.
It is a rainy afternoon. I have never sat here like this before. I am mulling over the fact that the care of children's teeth, when taken seriously, is as expensive as their tuition.
The sky is a dirty white. From where I am I see a brightly lighted, red "Full" sign at the entrance to a parking basement. Above, I see the phrase "IS THE LORD" on top of a building. The tiles on the pavement are as wet and as slick as mirrors. White frangipani flowers fall in a shower like bridal confetti.
The cloud mothers tell me that they scudded all the way from Singapore, where it also rained, and where some of my workshop participants were also sitting down to coffee.
I almost feel as though the workshop participants will walk by me.
Because I am here and I am there.
It is a rainy afternoon. I have never sat here like this before. I am mulling over the fact that the care of children's teeth, when taken seriously, is as expensive as their tuition.
The sky is a dirty white. From where I am I see a brightly lighted, red "Full" sign at the entrance to a parking basement. Above, I see the phrase "IS THE LORD" on top of a building. The tiles on the pavement are as wet and as slick as mirrors. White frangipani flowers fall in a shower like bridal confetti.
The cloud mothers tell me that they scudded all the way from Singapore, where it also rained, and where some of my workshop participants were also sitting down to coffee.
I almost feel as though the workshop participants will walk by me.
Because I am here and I am there.
Back from jalan-jalan. Neither Henry nor SM has the table I want. Paid our phone bill, then met up with the granddaughters at the family dentist's. Angelique and I sauntered over to the Cubao Hogwarts Espresso Station while waiting for Aubrey's braces to be adjusted. Bought a brush wallet and several brushes at National Book Store. Gave the granddaughters money to do groceries and buy their girl stuff. Dinner at Inasal after. Grab car going home.
Last messages for workshop participants:
Sunday, June 4, 2017
Beverly: I will be your teacher longer than you think.
Danial: Magic can make impossible things happen.
Eleanor: Curiosity does not kill a cat. It opens doors for it.
Eve: It is safe to be a mother or a sister, but it is more exciting to be a lover.
Ivan: The ball is in your court.
Jasmine: I can see the tears on your pillow. Take life one dream at a time.
Jean: Yes, I know.
Helmi: When one is in love, one loves everyone.
Min: Never feel like the right person in the wrong country.
Sarah: Because you fear break-ups, you break up first. Break the pattern.
Wai Leng: Everybody deserves to have fun.
Wisely: Ask before you receive.
Yvonne: You will never look at things the same way again.
Sunday, June 4, 2017
Beverly: I will be your teacher longer than you think.
Danial: Magic can make impossible things happen.
Eleanor: Curiosity does not kill a cat. It opens doors for it.
Eve: It is safe to be a mother or a sister, but it is more exciting to be a lover.
Ivan: The ball is in your court.
Jasmine: I can see the tears on your pillow. Take life one dream at a time.
Jean: Yes, I know.
Helmi: When one is in love, one loves everyone.
Min: Never feel like the right person in the wrong country.
Sarah: Because you fear break-ups, you break up first. Break the pattern.
Wai Leng: Everybody deserves to have fun.
Wisely: Ask before you receive.
Yvonne: You will never look at things the same way again.
Coming Home
Luggage in airport car
Door shuts closed
What am I taking home with me?
Memories of boys like birds
With broken wings, in need of healing
Bright colors of painted temple gods
The scent of cumin
Love unspoken by a fearful heart
The house glows with lamplight
The night sings
My bedroom takes me in its arms
And shakes the dust off the sheets
But long into dawn
I think of you, of the love unspoken
By your fearful heart
Luggage in airport car
Door shuts closed
What am I taking home with me?
Memories of boys like birds
With broken wings, in need of healing
Bright colors of painted temple gods
The scent of cumin
Love unspoken by a fearful heart
The house glows with lamplight
The night sings
My bedroom takes me in its arms
And shakes the dust off the sheets
But long into dawn
I think of you, of the love unspoken
By your fearful heart
Singapore - Manila, Monday, June 5, 2017
A cup of Robert Timms coffee.
Sat on the balcony after breakfast. The caterer's Filipino waiter employee is at the omelette counter. Actually he looks Chinese; I have no idea that he is FIlipino. When I say, "Omelette, all in" he responds "All in po?" and I am perplexed. Only after he asks "Are you a Filipino?" do I realize what he means. He worked at UAE before coming to Singapore; he likes it in Singapore better because, he says, the pay is higher.
A blackbird goes for the cheese on one of the buffet tables.
Zi Yan picks me up 11:15 M. We check out from the hotel and take a taxi to the airport. We see a flyer seat sample on the way. I do some souvenir shopping for my sister Alice, Angelique, Aubrey, and J. I see a lot of Korean jade jewelry and remember that I have a pendant like that at home.
I drink a root beer and some water before checking into the departure room.
On the plane I watch parts of _The Great Wall_ (nothing but a video game), an Indian movie titled _Budhia Singh_ (an Indian _Karate Kid_?), and another Indian film titled _Akira_ (interesting treatment).
Since there was a slight delay in boarding, we are due to arrive in Manila 5:40 PM.
I take an airport taxi and arrive home 9:00 PM. The granddaughters and Cerefina meet me at the door.
A cup of Robert Timms coffee.
Sat on the balcony after breakfast. The caterer's Filipino waiter employee is at the omelette counter. Actually he looks Chinese; I have no idea that he is FIlipino. When I say, "Omelette, all in" he responds "All in po?" and I am perplexed. Only after he asks "Are you a Filipino?" do I realize what he means. He worked at UAE before coming to Singapore; he likes it in Singapore better because, he says, the pay is higher.
A blackbird goes for the cheese on one of the buffet tables.
Zi Yan picks me up 11:15 M. We check out from the hotel and take a taxi to the airport. We see a flyer seat sample on the way. I do some souvenir shopping for my sister Alice, Angelique, Aubrey, and J. I see a lot of Korean jade jewelry and remember that I have a pendant like that at home.
I drink a root beer and some water before checking into the departure room.
On the plane I watch parts of _The Great Wall_ (nothing but a video game), an Indian movie titled _Budhia Singh_ (an Indian _Karate Kid_?), and another Indian film titled _Akira_ (interesting treatment).
Since there was a slight delay in boarding, we are due to arrive in Manila 5:40 PM.
I take an airport taxi and arrive home 9:00 PM. The granddaughters and Cerefina meet me at the door.
Day 6, Writing from The Heart workshop, Sunday, June 4, 2017
I rise at 8:00 AM and make ready for the 10:00 AM beginning of today's workshop session.
10:00 AM - 13:00 PM Morning session
I take Teow Li and Zi Yan up to the hotel room. Teow Li brings me the Starbucks mugs that my Sylvia asked me to buy for her. Then we take a taxi to Little India.
A late lunch at the hawkers' center in Little India. I buy the shivalingam.
Taxi back to the theatre.
Teow Li observes some exercises, including an emotional truth exercise.
1:00 - 7:00 PM, Afternoon session. We are due to wrap up at 5:00 PM but extend the workshop by two hours.
Dinner with Helmi and workshop participants and staff at BarBar restaurant.
I walk back to the hotel 9:45 PM and pack for tomorrow's flight.
I sleep 1:30 AM - 8:30 AM.
I rise at 8:00 AM and make ready for the 10:00 AM beginning of today's workshop session.
10:00 AM - 13:00 PM Morning session
I take Teow Li and Zi Yan up to the hotel room. Teow Li brings me the Starbucks mugs that my Sylvia asked me to buy for her. Then we take a taxi to Little India.
A late lunch at the hawkers' center in Little India. I buy the shivalingam.
Taxi back to the theatre.
Teow Li observes some exercises, including an emotional truth exercise.
1:00 - 7:00 PM, Afternoon session. We are due to wrap up at 5:00 PM but extend the workshop by two hours.
Dinner with Helmi and workshop participants and staff at BarBar restaurant.
I walk back to the hotel 9:45 PM and pack for tomorrow's flight.
I sleep 1:30 AM - 8:30 AM.
Thursday, June 8, 2017
Dramatized readings of plays by last year's workshop participants, Saturday, June 3, 2017
I rise at 8:00 AM.
A cup of Robert Timms coffee and a slice of rice cake.
Hotel breakfast. I sit with the caterer on the balcony again.
I use one of the hotel computers on the second floor briefly. I post guidelines and Message Angelique, Jerwin, and a few close friends. It is nice to know that everything is all right back home.
At the theatre I see De Jun, a workshop participant from three years ago, who is fulfilling his Army conscription, which will end November 2018. He was 16 when he joined that workshop; he is 19 now and taller than I am. We have lunch at the bak kut teh stand.
2:00 - 4:00 PM, Dramatized reading of Isaac's play.
5:00 - 7:00 PM, Dramatized reading of Mae Shen's play.
8:00 - 10:00 PM, Dramatized reading of Beverly's play.
It is a long day but Zi Yan managed to purchase the gold- and silver-backed mahjong sets for me in the morning, and I am happy and excited, like a little boy who just received his much-wanted toys.
I do a brief psychic reading of De Jun.
I am back in my hotel room by 11:00 PM.
I sleep 12:00 MN - 8:00 AM.
I rise at 8:00 AM.
A cup of Robert Timms coffee and a slice of rice cake.
Hotel breakfast. I sit with the caterer on the balcony again.
I use one of the hotel computers on the second floor briefly. I post guidelines and Message Angelique, Jerwin, and a few close friends. It is nice to know that everything is all right back home.
At the theatre I see De Jun, a workshop participant from three years ago, who is fulfilling his Army conscription, which will end November 2018. He was 16 when he joined that workshop; he is 19 now and taller than I am. We have lunch at the bak kut teh stand.
2:00 - 4:00 PM, Dramatized reading of Isaac's play.
5:00 - 7:00 PM, Dramatized reading of Mae Shen's play.
8:00 - 10:00 PM, Dramatized reading of Beverly's play.
It is a long day but Zi Yan managed to purchase the gold- and silver-backed mahjong sets for me in the morning, and I am happy and excited, like a little boy who just received his much-wanted toys.
I do a brief psychic reading of De Jun.
I am back in my hotel room by 11:00 PM.
I sleep 12:00 MN - 8:00 AM.
Our family jeweler visits.
Ordered a pair of gold creole earrings for Aubrey, who wants an ear pierced before classes begin.
Considered going back to wearing gold necklaces again, which was the in thing here in the mid-90s. They went out of fashion for more than two decades, but hey, gold is gold and no one can tell me what to wear and not wear.
Ordered a pair of gold creole earrings for Aubrey, who wants an ear pierced before classes begin.
Considered going back to wearing gold necklaces again, which was the in thing here in the mid-90s. They went out of fashion for more than two decades, but hey, gold is gold and no one can tell me what to wear and not wear.
Day 5, Writing from The Heart workshop, Friday, June 2, 2017
A late breakfast. Zi Yan delivers a new sheaf of scripts, printed out from last night, to the hotel.
I sit in the swimming pool area while the housekeeping person does my room.
I have two dramaturgy sessions in the afternoon--first with Jacky, then with Kai.
Quite strangely, I have a pang of homesickness. This is something I never felt when Ivy was still with us. I then felt free to take off and do workshops, knowing that she would take care of the house and the granddaughters. Now there are only the granddaughters, plus J., whom I asked to visit the house more often than usual when I am away. I console myself with the thought that this is an opportunity for the granddaughters to take care of the house, their meals, and the pets without my assistance.
Important messages from the O.s and the K.T.s.
Good fifth workshop session.
A late breakfast. Zi Yan delivers a new sheaf of scripts, printed out from last night, to the hotel.
I sit in the swimming pool area while the housekeeping person does my room.
I have two dramaturgy sessions in the afternoon--first with Jacky, then with Kai.
Quite strangely, I have a pang of homesickness. This is something I never felt when Ivy was still with us. I then felt free to take off and do workshops, knowing that she would take care of the house and the granddaughters. Now there are only the granddaughters, plus J., whom I asked to visit the house more often than usual when I am away. I console myself with the thought that this is an opportunity for the granddaughters to take care of the house, their meals, and the pets without my assistance.
Important messages from the O.s and the K.T.s.
Good fifth workshop session.
Day 4, Writing from The Heart workshop, Thursday, June 1, 2017
Hotel breakfast. Sat with the caterer on the balcony again. A double espresso and cigarettes.
12:00 NN dramaturgy session with Pamela, who dipped out of work on her lunch break just to meet with me. Pamela's play won the grand prize in last year's 24-Hour Playwriting Competition. She is moving to Boston with her husband soon but, of course, we will keep in touch within the next year or two.
I always says "a year or two" to the workshop participants even if we actually remain in touch much longer, for the rest of our lives, forever.
Lunch with TT and Zi Yan in Little India. I accepted a dangerous invitation. When I use the rest room, which is way out in the back of the restaurant, I discover a long row of shops selling Indian stuff and I immediately want to spend my money on everything. I control myself.
Zi Yan takes me back to the hotel.
Later, on the way to the theatre to conduct the fourth workshop session, I discover a soda vending machine. The prices are lower than the usual, and so I buy two root beers for later.
Hotel breakfast. Sat with the caterer on the balcony again. A double espresso and cigarettes.
12:00 NN dramaturgy session with Pamela, who dipped out of work on her lunch break just to meet with me. Pamela's play won the grand prize in last year's 24-Hour Playwriting Competition. She is moving to Boston with her husband soon but, of course, we will keep in touch within the next year or two.
I always says "a year or two" to the workshop participants even if we actually remain in touch much longer, for the rest of our lives, forever.
Lunch with TT and Zi Yan in Little India. I accepted a dangerous invitation. When I use the rest room, which is way out in the back of the restaurant, I discover a long row of shops selling Indian stuff and I immediately want to spend my money on everything. I control myself.
Zi Yan takes me back to the hotel.
Later, on the way to the theatre to conduct the fourth workshop session, I discover a soda vending machine. The prices are lower than the usual, and so I buy two root beers for later.
Day 3, Writing from The Heart workshop, Wednesday, May 31, 2017.
Rose at 9:00 AM.
Read all of the drafts that the participants wrote and sent to the theatre printer last night. Quite good; I am extremely pleased with their output.
A sunny day. Walked to the theatre at 2:00 PM. Dramaturgy session with Nanda. We resume in August because he needs time to write and defend his dissertation.
Couldn't nap today. Watched the news on TV. Marawi is always being featured.
Prepared props for the evening's session.
Rose at 9:00 AM.
Read all of the drafts that the participants wrote and sent to the theatre printer last night. Quite good; I am extremely pleased with their output.
A sunny day. Walked to the theatre at 2:00 PM. Dramaturgy session with Nanda. We resume in August because he needs time to write and defend his dissertation.
Couldn't nap today. Watched the news on TV. Marawi is always being featured.
Prepared props for the evening's session.
Last night I did a regression exercise and went back to a previous lifetime. I thought that I would find myself in a foreign country but I saw that I was still in the Philippines. I was a 12-year-old boy--a Sikh (?), because even at that age I was already being required by my father to wear a dark turban. My turban was navy blue. I felt that I was in the 1600s (there were no calendars around where I was). I had a friend, a Mexican seafarer, from whom I ordered a small, silver dagger inlaid with turquoise. It took six months for the dagger to arrive. Other people ordered stuff as well, and everyone looked forward to the coming of the ships. I was still anchored in my conscious, and I thought to myself, "The Mexican Galleon Trade is the amazon.com of the time."
When I opened my eyes a spirit guide told me that comatose patients usually revisit their previous lifetimes as well, but linger in the most crucial one, and not all of them are able to consciously assess what they see.
When I opened my eyes a spirit guide told me that comatose patients usually revisit their previous lifetimes as well, but linger in the most crucial one, and not all of them are able to consciously assess what they see.
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