In Love, In God

Genuine love is genuine altruism. Genuine love is loving without necessarily expecting the other party to reciprocate. God is Love. Love is God. God is zero. Love, therefore is zero. “Love” in etymology means nothing, space, vacuum. That is why in the game of tennis or badminton, zero score is love. Can we say then that love is nothing? In fact, the answer is yes. Love is nothing because nothing is everything. Paradoxically speaking, when we are in the state of nothingness, we are in the state of full and heightened awareness, where everything is known to us—nothing hidden or lied upon. In the state of love where nothing exists but our omnipresence, omnipotence, and omniscience, there is the euphoric experience of being God—a spiritual experience Abraham Maslow calls “peak experience.” It is oftentimes referred to as transcendence. If love is nothingness and is a spiritual experience of viewing humanity in God’s eyes, why do we feel pain when we love? Why do we hurt the ones we love?

Love in itself is perfect, but it has been tainted and contaminated with humanity’s imperfection. When love is exercised by humans, it becomes imperfect. We aren’t humans experiencing spiritual experiences, but spiritual people experiencing the amazing human condition. But we see things the other way around. We were conditioned to believe that we are nothing more than human beings capable of experiencing all human conditions such as pain, anger, frustration, disgust, happiness, joy, excitement and so on without realizing that we are more than that. The only reason why we experience human condition is due to this conditioning—a linear thinking wherein our mind is not initially branded for. This conditioning is the culprit to all types of emotional dysfunction.

Love is perfect. Loving someone is almost perfect, if one doesn’t love back, it is incomplete but still, the love is genuine. If the other party loves back, it is what defines completeness, not perfect but still genuine. Love can only be perfect with the coexistence of equity. What defines justice is the mere fact that what I offer, I shall also get. If I offer this much, I should and must get the same amount of energy. If I love this much, the same amount of love I shall get. This is the notion of perfection and justice, but this isn’t genuine. For me there is no such thing as a perfect love while experiencing the human condition because no one can truly love someone in the same amount the other party has given.

“Loving someone is like holding sand. Grasp it tightly then it slips from your fingertips until you loosen your hold, and you are left in the cold. Loving you is knowing you’re free to stay or go away.” Loving someone is not about owning a person. A person is a separate entity. We have boundaries that define our individuality. We cannot expect the people we love to be there forever. We all go through different paths. I have my own to make, as they have their own to make too.

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While undergoing the human condition, we are all separate individuals. When we are in a spiritual experience—that is experiencing our own spirituality in a trance—we all become one. We are no longer separate but one and in unity with the universe. Sex is union between man and woman, where they are in unity with all nature and universe. Lust is a human condition, but sexual intercourse together with the love we feel with the one who we are united with is a spiritual experience. In sexual intercourse, we are spirits in a spiritual trance. Sex is holy. Pornography has changed this universal principle. Pornography is a violation and a deliberate offensive act to our own spirituality.

Who does this? Humans do, not the spirit. Hence, our humanity is in constant battle with our spirituality, when they shouldn’t be in the first place. It is the body that feels lust, but it is the spirit that loves. I am not saying that we should deny our desires because that would be denial to our individuality. Both entities must coordinate together because they are both interconnected and hence interdependent with one anther.

Perfection, perfect love, absolute and genuine love is possible only in the spirit but not in the human flesh. The flesh is merely a separate aesthetic tool with its own limited awareness. The spirit is the perfect transcendental entity of the highest awareness, capable of infinite possibilities. The spirit is boundless, limitless, and infinite.

The body, which brings about our humanity must be in coordination with the spirit to reach this so called peak experience. Buddhists call this a “satori” or an “aha!” experience where everything seems transparent before our eyes. It is like looking at the world and the worlds beyond worlds in God’s eyes. The mystery of the existence of God has been unlocked. God is within us. He ain’t somewhere in heaven or nirvana as places of the afterlife, but in all of us.

God is Zero. God is Love. Love is Zero. Love is nothing. Love is everything. People are connected in love and in God.

In Memory of my White Bird

My white bird named T-Rex was devoured by a hungry black snake this morning. T-Rex is one of my tamed and isolated birds because of its peculiar personality. I didn't really know what happened except for the fact that yesterday at dusk, my birds were freaking out. I feel guilty for having failed to respond to their call for help.

T-Rex is named after the person that I love so much. I have so many good memories of this white bird. T-Rex will never be forgotten just like the rest my birds that died. I wanted to cry but tears won't fall. It's apathy, I bet. I have seen dead birds so this ain't new to me, the same way Victor Frankl had seen many corpses. His, however, is different, inhuman, and difficult than mine. Frankl had not seen dead birds, but dead people.

Anyway, I miss T-Rex, and this blog is for him/her.


The Real Thing

Making money isn't exactly what I aimed for, but isn't this the reason why I pursued college despite my laziness and this creeping procrastinating soul inside me? haha. Well, of course the greater priority is to learn. Studying isn't about the grades. In fact, I don't study for grades. I would rather sleep in class when I know that I am better than my teacher. But that would be unrespectful to the educator giving time to talk non-stop in class for me, and for me alone. I feel guilty. To study for live is my objective. I don't care if I get rich or not as long as I am living--alive, and kicking.

Recently, a close friend of mine invited me out. We talked with another friend (his friend). this other friend motivated me to make money at a very young age. Making money at 22? OMG! that's totally FTW! I can start investing and making money. That makes me the boss of my business. I am to engage, and shall engage in this new opportunity. I wouldn't let it pass. Who knows, this might be the real thing. The universe has answered my prayer. As of now, I need a capital to start it with. I am waiting and it shall be given to me. I am so overwhelmed. :)

Again, I am constantly living life in whim. I love it.


Jeel Christine "i am the center of my universe and i do not measure my self by the standards of others."-Jeel Christine
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He said, “I won’t leave you. I promise.”

Chief and Kinse singing "Like A Rose" @ VICTO, 2007
I drowned when I was seven. I didn’t know how to swim at that time, and a boy pushed me to a 5 ft. pool. My father rescued me after long minutes of me struggling for my own survival. I thought that was the end of me. God is so generous and gave me another chance. From then on, my phobia started. I do not fear water. I love water. In fact, in water I feel calm and peace. It is the drowning that I am afraid of.

At the time when Sir Glenn (my second father, my friend, my mentor, and the only person who understood me without me saying anything) made me face my phobia with the use of psychoanalysis and exposure therapy. It was final phase at Oslob with my Kinse friends. We were on our siesta moments due to the very stressful activities we had that morning. He called out for me, and asked me to wear swimming gear. He said he was going to teach me to swim. I need to learn swimming because in our future trainings, we will be crossing rivers, seas, and so on, and he figured if anything happens, at least I can save myself. I felt nervous and woozy. I couldn’t say no. Chief (Glenn) was insistent and wouldn’t accept any compromise. So, I did change to my swimming gear.

As I headed through the pool, I felt my heart beat rose so fast. My hands started trembling and then my arms and my legs and my whole body. I only said “FUCK.” I felt nauseated. My sweat was heavy. I only want one thing at the time and that is to flee.

When I was at the water, I could only hear my fear and could only feel my tremors. He said he was going to teach me how float first before the swimming lessons. He knew there was a problem then. He is, first and foremost, a psychological practitioner. He reads body language, and most of all he reads what I am not saying.  He made me go back to the surface and made me lie down, with my hands open wide on my sides, and my legs together. He asked me how it felt like lying there. Honestly, I felt relieved to be away from the water. He told me that I should do that same position in the water. DARNNN!!! I was very fearful.

When I was in the water again I started crying, and crying, and trembling. He asked me “Why are you crying?” I didn’t respond, instead, I cried more. Some friends saw me. It was really embarrassing but at that time I cared less. Chief guessed that maybe I drowned in the past. I only nodded. He was a very good pacifier, and he made me believe him. I trusted him. He processed my experience and my feelings. I cried the whole time. And he made me float. I only listened to his voice, and did as he said. I think I was under hypnosis trance at the time. The only thing that kept me in the water for the first 50 and 100 counts was a prayer.

Yes! It was my first step for recovery. I did float. I kept counting until I heared no more sounds but my voice. I couldn’t hear him anymore. He wasn’t there anymore. It frightened me even more. When I started to struggle, I felt him again. He said, “I won’t leave you. I promise.” That was the only security I had. I had to believe him. I believed him.

Guess what? I made it for thirty minutes just floating in the water without him. Hahaha. I know thirty minute's ain't that long but it's a good start. :)

What’s so amazing about this event was that during the processing, I came to know the root of my phobia. I already had this fear inside me even before I drowned. It was the drowning that provoked the fear from latent to manifest---from unconscious to conscious. It was memorable. So now, I still carry with me the fear that defined who I am now. It sucks. I wished I had recovered then, but recovery takes years. I don’t even know if there is such thing as recovery. Maybe there is remission but not total recovery. When a damage is done, it can never be undone. Things will never be the same as they were before. When wounds heal, scars remain.

“I won’t leave you. I promise.” A lot of people say the same words all the time, but only a few of them meant those words. Chief meant those words when he said them. Though chief is now in Manila, his words still echo, as if he is still there saying those exact words. Only in him did I ever feel that I am not left behind. He spared the wounded little girl, and changed her life forever. From then on, the girl started trusting and believing again. But since there is no such thing as recovery, the girl will stay cautious until she tests the waters no more. 

My life in contentment

I look really thin here. But, this is my latest photo so far, and this is genuine happiness.
(written on NOV.17, 2010)

Big sigh. Time check 10:00 PM.

Life is beautiful. Life is good. This year I have been blessed with so much. This year is about to end, and another year is about to start. The next year will give me abundance in my professional and personal life. But future is nothing. Present is everything.

Yesterday I received a good news. It was the best gift I received for this year. I am so happy I could go the highest floor of Crown Regency and shout to the whole world how happy I am. Speaking of, I went to Tower 2 (Club Ultima) yesterday. I had a great time. I will be there in the next seven weeks or so. I love the people. I love the place. I love everything.

People remembered my special day, though this day ain't at all special. It feels like just any ordinary day but one person made it extraordinary. I love what he did. He made me smile and the thought of it makes me smile now. Thank you so much. You made my day. 

I am so happy. I feel contented with what I have now, not anymore wanting what I don’t have but having what I want (Haha.. makes sense??). I live my life as if it is my last. I seize the moment while I am still alive. I enjoy the company of others while they are still here. I love while I am loved, and love unconditionally even if I am not anymore loved. I make friends and treat them well. I cherish my friends, my real and true friends (Liki Society and FC Kinse) and my best friends. I make my life as happy as a best friend would. I am as nice to me as anyone I know.  I eat, drink, sleep, read, laugh, smile, sing, dance, cry, love, and so on. I give and share, and ask not anything in return. 

I can. I can do anything without boundaries. I am limitless and boundless. I am made up of what makes up the universe. Hence, I am the universe. I am the I. I am I. I am. I.

Peace begins in me.  I am at peace now. I am peace.



jeelchristine "in the beginning there was time and space, and from their union born the universe. in the end where the universe will cease to exist, time and space will remain constant."-jeelchristine
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Just Another Satori

photo taken on 2009 in Manila

Well, it is still 3 in the morning of November 7, 2010. For the past few days, I haven’t had enough sleep. I’ve been having insomnia since the break-up, probably since two weeks ago or so. And my period’s killing me at some point. I’ve been having my menstruation for a week now. At least I don’t feel queasy anymore, and i regained my appetite in food. That’s an improvement. I’m always tired. My eyes feel heavy all the time though I am not having any pain except minor cramps in menstruation. Yesterday (November 6, 2010), I kind of blamed my mom for waking me up when I was already asleep (partly asleep). If I’m not mistaken, I haven’t reached yet stage 3 sleep (the deepest sleep) yet. Earlier, about 9:15 in the evening, just before I went to sleep I told my mom not to ever wake me again, otherwise I won’t be able to go back to sleep. I have already suffered onset insomnia enough to suffer another type of insomnia, maintenance insomnia, for that matter.

I’m glad my mom didn’t wake me. In fact, I just had the best sleep in my life since God-knows-when I last had one. Anyway, I woke up from a dream and now I couldn’t go back to sleep anymore. I just had the weirdest dream since I last had one. I always forget my dream. Truth is, I don’t remember all the details in my dream, except for few and yet meaningful details. All I could remember is the last scene where I was shopping for things we will be needing in our travel with my mom. When I got home, I took a bath. My mom said to my cousin that she will be cooking “bam-e” so that my other cousin will win a contest he is joining. The contest happened to be a motorcycle exhibit. Anyway, there was one insignificant boy in my dream who joined me in my bath. Don’t worry I wasn’t naked. I was bathing with my clothes on. One detail I remember was that there was no shower. I shower most to the time in the real life. Well, truth is, in my dream, we weren’t in our current home. We were in our previous home in McArthur. We never had shower back then. All the details I could remember in our previous home were exactly the same, including where the kitchen and dining is, and where the rest room bowl located or the pales and so on and so forth.

Somehow, my memories of the past helped in the dream manifestation. Anyway, what’s weird is the boy. I do not know the boy. I tried recalling. I must have met that boy in the past but I must have forgotten. Anyway, I failed to see his face in detail so I couldn’t make recollection.

Dreams are significant. I just have to interpret it the way I used to when I was in training with FC. The thing about interpreting your own dreams is the risk of bias and denial. Earlier in my advanced personality class, we talked about Sigmund Freud’s “Interpretation of Dreams.” I read the book back in college. Although his symbolisms have been criticised until the present time, I still think his is useful. During the training I had in Client-Centered therapy, Logotherapy and Gestalt therapy, at the back of my mind there are those symbols when I am doing counselling or even when we are processing feelings and catharsis with clients. It’s like automatic to me to think about those things subconsciously. The thing Freud is that he was misunderstood. Although I am not Freudian or neo-Freudian (I am a Jungian Humanist and Existentialist) I believe in him somehow. His critics did not understand the dynamics of dream interpretation. They did not understand that those symbols though how sexual they may be are the keys to understanding the human psyche---its complexities and unconscious, subconscious and preconscious dynamics.

Anyway, that’s not just it. Like I said, I only remember the last scene in my dream. I couldn’t remember the first scene. But somehow, I remember the feeling. It was a “satori” as Zen Buddhists call it. Upon awakening, when my senses were finally re-awakening, I felt the urge to write and send a significant person a message. I know, its dawn. It was probably past 2 o’clock when I sent the message.

Somehow, I am making sense of things. Things that are happening to me are making sense now. I found the answers to the question that I have been looking for. Carl Jung found the answers to his questions in his dreams. It was as a result of his interpretation of his dream that built his theory on the unconscious and collective unconscious mind, which he became famous of. I am not saying I am going to be famous with this satori of mine. What I am trying to say is that just like him I found answers to the questions that have kept me in the dark for a while. Somehow I knew the answer in me but I was too afraid to know the answer. Because this unconscious material is anxiety-provoking on my part, I repressed it into latency. It manifested through the dream.

Again, that’s just not it. I do believe at some point that the divine or  this God, or this invincible higher intelligence, this force (whatever you want to call it) is trying to communicate to us through this “gap” the Hindu quantum mechanics/physics public speaker and Indian physician Deepak Chopra calls. This force communicates to us when we are in this non-local awareness (higher awareness). Although in sleep, our body is totally in paralysis, there are still billions of firings in our brain that gives instruction to our cells, our hormones, and organs in our body. This series of firings in the brain makes us see images, feel, smell, hear, taste without the senses such as that in dreaming. Sleep is unconsciousness, as we know it. When I say “unconsciousness,” I refer to the medical term such as when someone is in coma, or when someone has fainted or when someone has been knocked on the head. In other words, when are totally stripped of our awareness. But, sleep and in sleep, particularly in REM (rapid-eye-movement) sleep, that is when we dream, is not unconsciousness but non-local awareness. Dreaming is the road to the unconscious as Freud declared it. What we see in our dreams are all materials manifesting from our unconscious mind. In other words, the unconscious is non-local awareness. The unconscious is not only a reservoir for all sexually-threatening and anxiety-provoking thoughts, wishes, fears and so on, but also a gap---a spiritual gap where the this invincible higher intelligence speaks to us.

Dr. Ihalaekala Hew Len, a Hawaiian Psychologist, and a Self-I-dentity-through Ho’oponopono practitioner and guru believed that there is no such thing as “out there” There is only “in here.” He believes that the physical world is a creation of the mind or of the person. We, as human beings, are not in the world. The world is in us. We aren’t inside the body. The body is inside us. We aren’t human beings going through spiritual experience, but spiritual beings experiencing the amazing human condition of anger, depression, fear, distrust, sorrow, happiness, excitement, lust, love and so on. WOW! I can only say wow! But take note, Love is not a human condition, but a spiritual one.

Furthermore, how does this connect to my/our dreaming and so on? It is simple. Dreams are “in here” and not “out there.” If we dream of a snake, we might think that someone from the outside is going to betray us. Perhaps, but truth is there is no outside to begin with. The world is within us. We make our world. Whatever we think, it materializes. So, if we put a crap on this belief that we are to be betrayed or if we anticipate betrayal, it will materialize.

But somehow; we can use our beliefs, our superstitions, our attitudes, our perception of the world though how positive or negative they may be; to our advantage. This invincible higher intelligence speaks to us through dreams. We can consider our dreams either as caution or inspiration from the divine. If we dream of the snake, we can use this snake to twist our mind’s own coding system through neuro-linguistic programming. Instead of thinking about betrayal, we should think about trust and honesty. It is not being incautious. It is about being positive. Take note that if a negative mind is chaotic, so is a positive mind. I can testify to that. I am so positive I got tired and regressed back to my old habits. All the things I worked hard for totally gone into trash because of my regression. It sucks. Take note also that a positive mind is even better than a negative one. Trust me.

But what is better mind then? You might ask. A better mind is a silent mind, where there are no thoughts flying around working memory. Silence. Thus, when we dream of something threatening to us, it is good to be positive, but it is better to be silent, and let all the anticipations, expectations, fears and so on fly by in working memory. LET GO. It is like closing all windows and browsers in a computer and leaving nothing on virtual memory. You shall never see chaos in that. Famous Hindu spiritual personality Maharishi Mayesh Yogi said that by nothing we can accomplish everything. By not thinking is almost like not doing. By not thinking, we can accomplish everything. Waaaiiiiitttt!!! Where is the sense in that? I am not saying that we shouldn’t think at ALL! I am saying that we should give ourselves a break from thinking. From there, inspiration comes in. I remember an artist (someone I am following in twitter and facebook because I like his paintings) who tweeted once that he now has a real inspiration in months. The inspiration came to him when he was in silence.

Some people may find silence or doing nothing very tedious a task. Some people cannot shut their mouths, or just couldn’t stay in silence (sometimes I am guilty of this). But if you give it try, silence is not exactly tedious at all. If dreaming is a gap where the divine inters, so is silence. The difference between the two is that silence is not a manifestation of our unconscious wishes, dreams, desires, fears like in dreaming. Another difference is that sometimes we forget our dreams, and dreams are oftentimes distorted. It is difficult to understand dreams.  Both dreaming and silence are states of consciousness where the divine manifests. Silence is a non-local awareness (omnipotence, omniscience, omnipresence). In other words, we think without limits by not thinking at all. We become all-knowing in silence. We become all-knowing in dreaming when we aren’t doing anything but sleeping, where the body is shut down for drive-reduction, and energy reviving.

Okay! Speaking of drive-reduction and energy reviving, I need to crawl back in bed. I need to go back to homeostasis. Time check is 5:45 Haha. Good morning everyone!           

Consumed


Hello again world.

It is exactly 12 AM of October 27, says my wall clock, and its supposed to be mine and my ex boyfriend's sixth month-sary celebration, but obviously we broke up, so it's a no celebration day. 27, now, is like any ordinary day. So what about now? Nothing amazing is particularly happening now except that I'm having my daily onset insomnia period. 

I ate my dinner very late at night because I had no appetite for food. Earlier I felt woozy and queasy, and I ate ice cream. Ice cream helps boost my appetite. Unfortunately, there's no ice cream left in the fridge. Kudos to me, I ate the last pint. I ate it all! Don't wanna act food douche , you know. Food nowadays just doesn't taste good or I don't taste the food at all. Essence all gone. Period! This is what happens when sorrow eats you. You don't eat. You get eaten. 

My internet sucks. It goes Access Denied everytime I open a page. And I am so bored, I cannot sleep. Sheesh!!!

I found Love

Hello world.

For the past few weeks I have been crying about my boyfriend's insensitivity, and about his no care for me. On the next few days I found my self crying again because my boyfriend decided to end the intimate relationship. It broke me and killed me big time.Yes, just another death, the fourth, I guess. Still, life is whim. I felt the urge to continue reading my pending books TO READ. I started with Joe Vitale's "Zero Limits" (audio book) and ended with Love. Yes, I found love. 

I figured we need to be friends, so I suggested to him with all humility (eating my pride) that we should be friends and he agreed. The thought about him and I not talking and ignoring each other as if we never existed pains me. I was happy, and I still am happy with what we have now.

The next day, he accused me of a crime I did not do. Later, I considered the idea that he wasn't accusing me at all. I started cleaning, cleaning, and cleaning. It is all that I care about at this point in my life---cleaning my self with the darkness in me. Since the physical world is a reflection of my self, something happening in me is causing dis-ease in the world around me. Anyway, yesterday, I was really sad. I tried cleaning by saying the simple  prayer I learned, but still I found my self "tulala" always. At least I'm not crying anymore. That's an improvement, I thought. Then, I saw him. He smiled at me. That made me feel good inside. The day ended good (at least for me). 

Right now, I am happy. I think about him always and I am happy. I know he is happy and contented with what we have now. At least we both aren't suffering anymore of our imperfect and broken relationship. In time we will heal, until everything in our world heals. 

...............
in the zero state
with love and peace,
Jeel Christine (Owau Noka Ih)

Pua mai au mai ka po iloko o ka malamalama,
Owau no ka ha, ka mauli ola,
Owau no ka poho, ke ka'ele mawaho a'e o no ike apau.
Ka I, Ke Kino Iho, na Mea Apau.
Ka a'e au i ku'u pi'o o na anuenue mawaho a'e o na kai a pau,
Ka ho'omaumau o na mana'o ame na mea a pau.
Owau no ka "Ho", a me ka "Ha"
He huna ka makani nahenahe,
Ka "Hua" huna o Kumulipo.
Owau no ka "I".

D260, my new best friend




Other than its the only thing I can afford as of the moment, it shall complement with my 21 inched desktop LCD. For 23,900 pesos, I can still say that this baby's a new best friend. This one's for faculty use.
Acer has just announced its latest netbook, the Acer Aspire One D260, available in a Pantone spectrum of surprisingly cute colors.
The D260 boasts Intel’s latest Atom N4551.66GHz processor, and comes with up to 2GB OF RAM. Display wise, the D260 isn’t as interesting: it’s a standard 1024 x 600 10.1-inch panel, driven by a GMA 3150 integrated GPU.
Other specs include 802.11 b/g/n WiFi, optional quadband 3G/UMTS, BlueTooth 3.0+HS and 10/100 ethernet, along with three USB 2.0 ports, VGA, audio in/out, and a memory card reader. You can choose between a 160GB or 250GB hard drive.
Battery life is a bit substandard, unfortunately. You have a choice between a 3-cell battery for up to 4 hours of run time, or a 6-cell battery for up to 8 hours. That’s a good twenty percent less than we usually consider acceptable for a netbook of this type. 

far from true!


My long time overdue driving lessons is still far from realization. The past has offered me choices. Had I chosen, opportunities wouldn't have been wasted. I feel barren. Anyway, the good side is I can still aspire for future driving lessons.. hahaha



Jeel Christine "recovery centers call it a slip. teenagers call it breaking rules. i call it carpe diem. hallelujah!"-Jeel Christine
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Project 101: Ranimer L'âme Moribonde

Recently, I have decided on doing something I haven't done before, and something I want doing. It could be anything a project, a journey or just about anything. Perhaps I have been blessed with so much, and I am yet again given the opportunity to do something beautiful. Indeed, it was the universe that lead me to what I have been trying to attract.
After my class on tuesday, I went home early and I did want to go elsewhere, somewhere I could revive my spirit, and the universe knew exactly what would revive me . . . BOOKS . . . and books it was . . .
I went to Booksale in GT (Gaisano Feista Mall - Tabunok, named as such by USJ-R basak campus students), my third favorite place in Cebu. I didn't know what exactly what I was looking for and found this. It's a workbook actually---a workbook on the History of Arts. I love the arts so much I believe I know so much about its history (the fact that I'm teaching Humanities, I have gained so much knowledge on the subjcet matter). The book is really cheap. Dili jud sakit sa bulsa, so I bought it.
It has 207 pages---pages with names of different artworks from different periods and movements of arts, with blank pages where I could write information on each artworks. I know it sounds boring but I want to test my knowledge by completing all blanks, and maybe I could paste more photos of the arts to add colors on the monotonous pages of the book. This, I know, will vivify me. Its not that I am not happy because the truth is I am really happy, much happier than ever before, but some things are just missing, and finding those things will make me even happier. Or maybe it'll find me then.
....I know, because the creator is on my side. :)

Inspirited

For the couple of days, i feel frustrated though i don't wanna think about it that way, i just couldn't deny the truth. what frustrates me the most is that i haven't started writing anything for the aspirant blog, or i haven't started painting since God-knows-when was the last time i created something beautiful. I just couldn't work my hands to paint again. geez, isn't that frustrating?
I finished reading Peck's book, and i have moved on to the next book by U.S. Anderson, but i haven't read the next chapter since i began reading the prior chapters last week. its not that i have not the time, but because i feel inspirited as if my soul has been taken away from me, but of course im just exagerating...dude...

My Spiritual Trascendence

I know that my Catholic Religion is only limiting my spiritual growth so i'd rather do away with religion which was introjected into my young mind as the only true religion. I'd rather search the truth on my own. From there i am positive that i can grow spiritually. In fact, ever since i gave up my religion, I feel like i am a whole person--free from all things that is limiting my capability to transcend beyond my humanity. My negative perspective of the world as violent and sinful totally changed into something beautiful, peaceful, abundant, loving and happy. I feel good for the very first time in my entire life. :)

The Red Book

I am attracting The Red Book. I am sending a signal to the universe that I want it more than anything else now. This video I am sharing so that I will not forget that this is what I want. I will be able to grasp it soon in the right time. :)

Sonu Shamdasani Introduces The Red Book





Veronika decides to die (2009) movie trailer

From my favorite book to my favorite movie, Veronika decides to die once again.






Delaying Gratification

Delaying gratification as described in the book The Road Less Traveled is the process of scheduling the pain and pleasure of life in such a way as to enhance the pleasure by meeting and experiencing the pain first and getting it over with. Which means that if I want to enhance my pleasure (extend pleasure and happiness in a way that follows the recency effect principle) I have to take the pain first and delay the pleasure.
An example of delaying gratification is when I am eating the puto (cake) first before the cheese in a puto cheese, because I like the cheese better. Another example is when I am checking test papers right after giving my students examination, because I want to enjoy other things than prolong the agony of checking papers (lol). But sometimes I cannot delay gratification due to the fact that I am a procrastinator, which means that I do not make use of my time very well. It's such a sad thing that I'm big fat procrastinator, with the internet as my creative tool for procrastination. *sigh
But now I am trying really hard to make use of my time better, practice time management which I can only do through discipline and pleasure delay. I know this sounds like a new year resolution but I don't want to think of it that way because of the fact that resolutions are only made to be broken. So I'd rather think about it as a future resolve to my procrastination, which I am trying really hard to get used to with.
Okay let's just say I am an substance addict trying to make a better life by being sober, trying to prevent relapse from happening, or a medical patient calling medical attention to cure my disease, or a manic depressive undergoing psychotherapy to relieve me from my depression.

Space and Time

My Freakin Obsession

Every word is priceless. Every thought is power. :)






Quantum Physics Explanation of The Secret

The video is a deleted scene of the original The Secret movie. To be honest with you, all that has been said sound more like Plato's Theory of Ideals, only in quantum physics explanation--more acceptable or rather more parallel to the spirit of the generation than metaphysics.

I've learned to be patient

Due to the circumstances I have undergone lately, with keen observation and the use of in depth analytical skills, I have made yet another realization. We've heard of the law of attraction as the greatest secret ever disclosed during 2009. Although the secret has been known in the past earth years, it is only during the 21st century when it became open to the public. And thanks to the Secret Team/The Secret Alliance for making this possible.
Perhaps we do not know how the law of attraction works, however, based on previous experiences the universe revealed to me an important principle the law of the universe follows. When you want something and believe in your mind without single doubt that you will get what you want, then you will grasp it. But how does it work?
The Law operates under the principle of space and time. Both space and time are abstract principles for the reason that both cannot be felt or seen. Although what we see outside earth is called space, the word merely means "empty" therefore, in the grounds of logic, empty is anything that cannot be seen since there is nothing there. It's void, null and empty. It is nothing. 
Yesterday, I woke up very late but was able to catch up with time through haste, and was able to ride the jeepney. The traffic was okay until we reached highway fatima where traffic was displeasing. On the moment I called upon the law of attraction, and did not question or doubt a bit. However due to my free will, which call upon abandonment to the law, I have finally chosen a fate/road for which the universe has opted me to choose among options. I have chosen what I think is the easiest and smartest way to be able to reach my destination on time. I was merely acting on my instinct to do something rather than wait for a miracle.
So, I got off the jeepney and decided walking in the hopes of reaching my destination before my class starts. While I just got off, traffic became fixed okay! 
Because of my free will I came to class late for two minutes.
Had I stayed inside the jeepney, I would have arrived at my destination earlier.
In other words, time is a basic truth for which the law of attraction operates at. Had I been patient and waited for its power to actualize, I would have gotten what I wanted. On the contrary, I followed a different path. Fate exists but we still make our own destiny. Even if an individual is already predetermined as to the road he must take, he/she has free will for which is innate in him/her. This free will influences his/her destiny. Hence, man and woman alike, creates his/her destiny. 
What I learned in that experience is to be patient and wait for the perfect time. There is a reason why time is existent. Without it, the world will be in chaos.

My Existential Death and Rebirth

I have died many times since I was conceived in the world as a separate entity--separate from the universe, and from everything that exists. Although lately as I search for the truth, I have come to  a realization that there is a force in the universe that connects mandkind into oness with the universe. Such force could be the collective unconscious of which my favorite Carl Gustav Jung himself theorized and named as it is, which is a part of the unconscious mind that connects people with one another, especially with his/her forefathers. Some others call this the law of attraction, but I call this a cosmic ability, a cosmic force.
As to my dead, yes I have died not a physical death but on emotional and spiritual aspects. The first time I fell in love was also the first time (which I am conscious of) I died on the emotional aspect. It was too painful that I died but then after my death there was a new life. Erick Fromm wrote "..and what will amaze you even more, throughout life one must learn to die." Hence, it was as if I have been conceived the second time of which my creator before my conception already predetermined my essense as an individual. With the new life that was given to me, a new goal not anymore on the bases of my own illusions. After the pain was new life. I started letting go and moving own and I did it not only to free the other party but especially to free my self.
The second time I died was when I joined the Facilitator Circle of which I became an active member, but before my membership I whole-heartedly faced the challenges necessary for me to undergo for it was an SOP in the organization for its future members/facilitators. Within the two year training I died many times for being in pain means dying. From there I freed my self from all that's preventing me to my own self-actualization and individuation. One is the fact that I have been manipulated by the people around me and worst is that I allowed them to manipulate me. I became active for two years and started to gradually cut my self due to a new realization against the organization it self. I still love the organization because it has been a family to me and forever will be, but I have made a decision to be in a low profile. I realized that its about time I let go, and move forward to independence from the herd and figure the world for my self. The fact that if I will limit my self to it, I cannot progress further and instead be stagnant and even regress. I notice that some members are stagnating themselves unconsciously and others are regressing. Some members do not the understand our principles for which I do claimed to have understood. Perhaps that's another reason for my departure.
The third time I died was when I have chosen to give up my own religion. In other words, I have no exclusive religion, although I was raised Catholic. I died spiritually but then I was reborn the third time. Because to question the every existence of God is a actually path to spiritual growth. It is ideally essential to every human being to question in order for truth to be realized. Many are called to join the effort but only a few are chosen, and perhaps only a few have responded to the call. Just like the rest of the Philosophers and Psychologists, they too have there own story, and been to spiritual death in order to grow again spiritually. I am now on the process of knowing something I considered truth, but this search for truth is a never ending search. What I claim truth now, I believe the universe openned me to it. It's like a slap to my face, yes, painful to know the truth, because truth hurts. But the more it hurts, the more I am tolerant to pain. The once difficult is now becoming easy and easier.
So that's my story.
And I would probably die again soon....
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