Marky Stories: Ancient Soul
According to the history of the province, the indigenous Kabihug people were the first people to live in Camarines Norte, formerly called Abiyan but now called Kabihug. Kabihug belong to the Ita race so they have dark skin, curly hair but low and small in their half live in different provinces of the Philippines.
" Pagrot "is what you heard", said Nana Nelia, my father's cousin when I recounted the incident that I was very surprised while resting on a part of our land in barangay Pag-asa, Labo town, Camarines Norte.
"You're not kidding, inherited?" I seriously urirat to my father's cousin-cousin who also lived in the said barangay not far from our land.
“I believe what I am saying, nephew. Pagrot is what you heard because you are not the only one who told me about the strange noise that is heard in part of your land in Talapsuan ”, replied my father's cousin again, calling barangay Pag-asa by its former name.
"I will not be mistaken because I have heard many times the noise created by the soul of Abiyan", added Nana Nelia who used the term Abiyan where she met the native Kabihug.
"Fortunately, the soul of Kabihug did not show me", I replied feeling horrible because I was alone in my place where I heard the beating.
I was living in Malabon City, Metro Manila when this experience took place when I returned to the barangay that temporarily became our family's home in the early 60s. I was currently doing research on the traditions and culture of the indigenous Kabihug people, 2005 to 2007 entitled “Ita ng Camarines Norte” and “Ethnography of Kabihug” my projects with the National Commission for Culture and the Arts (NCCA).
According to Nana Nelia, the so-called noise created by the soul of the native Kabihug can be compared to the strong evaporation of bad air in the human stomach called "flatulence". Based on the explanation of my father's cousin, the soul of the Kabihugs does this as a sign of temporary residence in the place where they have lived or been buried for a long time.
According to my father Lorenzo Sr., the natives made part of our land a home where I heard the strange noise created by the soul of the indigenous Kabihug called pagrot. Although there are no signs in our land where the Kabihug natives built their little house called botokan, my father was right because I saw them when I was young and our family lived in the area.
Although a long time has passed, from time to time, I would like to return to our land in barangay Pag-asa to hear again the noise created by the soul of the native Kabihug, the pagrot. Noise when I first heard, I was shocked and tried to find out the story as part of the social research I was conducting on the tradition and culture of the aforementioned indigenous people.
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Marky Stories: Ancient Grave
This experience of mine took place when I was still in elementary school and our family lived in barangay Bayan-bayan, on the land of my grandfather on the side of his father Pablo Villaflor Villagracia which was turned into a cattle ranch. Since there was more wood in the nearby areas, my father often asked because it was better to use it for cooking than coconut shells.
And because he often asked for big and long wood, my father tied it to a car pulled by a buffalo called "tow" after removing the luggage compartment. Because of this method, even the large and long wood he brings to our house to be fueled when the rainy season arrives.
But a mysterious event took place, the buffalo came to our house running fast followed by my father who no longer had the wooden part attached to our pet as well as the wood. Out of curiosity, I approached my father and mother, who were talking about a mysterious event.
"I don't know", my father's story. "Suddenly Toro (we call the pet buffalo man) runs non-stop and fast in front of the grave of the native Kabihug!"
"My God", my mother replied. "Maybe Toro did something to scare the souls of the natives of Kabihug!"
Not only did my father agree with what my mother said, if not everyone knew about the incident so they feared the graves of the natives in my grandfather's neighboring land. The fear of the people in the area increased even more when the incident happened in one of our neighbors who was riding a buffalo who also ran fast and without stopping to pass through the grave of the Kabihug natives.
Due to the incident, the fear of the people in the tombs of the natives of Kabihug increased so even though I love to shoot birds and lizards exposing the stump during the summer in the area, I could not do it out of fear. Events also paved the way for the evacuation of people from the nearby barangay to the center of barangay Bayan-bayan.
But over the course of the day, the owner of the kaingin discovered the reason for the rapid and relentless running of our buffalo and the buffalo of the barangays passing through the graves of the natives. According to the owner of the kaingin, there is a house of beetles, a type of bee that painfully bites into the ground hole in the grave of the native Kabihug who bite the buffalo.
Bitten by the owner of the kaingin, he searched the house for the bee sting and set it on fire to kill the herd of brave insects. Since then, no buffalo has been running fast and non-stop when passing through the graves of the native Kabihug, but even though the mystery was solved, the fear remained in my mind so I could not pass through the place beyond the darkness.
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Marky Stories: School of Darkness
This experience of mine took place in the early 60s while living in my grandfather's house on Calle Real, Labo, Camarines Norte which is now known as Villaflores Street. Because I was born with a natural curiosity and interest in strange things and events, I went with my cousin and some children to play in the old school at Labo Elementary School not far from our grandfather's house.
Although I felt scared because of the ghost story in the old school called the Gabaldon building, I joined in the play that the children in the area do when the moon is full. The old building is made of wood not far from the opening of the wide yard of Labo Elementary School which was raised to the ground and was said to have been built during the American era.
"What if the ghost is there?" I asked a child with me who was my age.
"We will not run away quickly and you will never be left behind", he replied to me.
"Why?" I asked worried because of the horror stories I heard in the old building we were playing with.
"The ghost will imprison you at school, you will not be released", replied the person I was talking to in a speech tone, intimidating.
Even though I felt scared because I had in mind the ghost story in the old Gabaldon building, I was participating in a hide-and-seek game that was very popular back then and was a favorite toy of children during the full moon. According to the stories, the ghost makes noise in the old school such as wailing, crashing inside the building and noise with a chain link.
In the building, we came across some children playing hide-and-seek so we decided to watch them play in the building dreaded believing in ghosts because some people had died and Japanese soldiers during World War II. Because the building is very old, a child is able to enter the classroom by passing through the broken part of the wooden wall to hide there.
"When their game is over, we will play", said our roommate like me and the rest of us, in the corridor of the old Gabaldon building.
But our plan to play did not go ahead because a child was crying while inside one of the three rooms of the old building and hiding. And along with the loud crying of the boy in the group we were playing with, he quickly slipped through the broken part of the wall and was told that a ghost had hugged him inside the old school.
After the child's story, there was a loud bang inside the school that signaled the fear of all the children running out and away from the old Gabaldon building. Currently, the old building is gone because it has been replaced by a building made of stone, sand and cement but I still remember what happened and whether or not the ghost in the Gabaldon building is true, I do not know, I know the big one is true fear engulfed me.
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Marky Stories: Garbage Noises
I am among the many provincial people who ventured to Metro Manila to fulfill their dreams and aspirations in life that I know will not be fulfilled in the remote barangay in our province where I was born. And because of these aspirations, I went to a fun but noisy place and lived in an old house in part of Manila, a place of informal settlers.
"Daniel, do not have a drink with those who hang out in the alley to come to us", said Nana Linda, a distant relative of mine who lived in Metro Manila. "Those people are often addicted to drugs!"
"Oh," I replied. "It's hard for me to face them once because they will definitely invite me every time I pass by their seat!"
Even though I am not used to the changing working hours because the schedule is shifting, I am very satisfied because with people like me who come from the province, the minimum wage is already huge. And because I was aware of what was happening in the environment, I focused on one of the many problems facing the Philippines, the cleanliness of the environment that is in my mind, there is the answer, the lack of discipline and concern.
"A few days when the garbage is piled up, the odor has not been hauled and the odor has intensified" I said observing the things that not only caused irritation to my eyes but also to the smell.
But when I passed the garbage heap, I heard a noise in my heart, there was a baby taking the place that when I passed by, covering my nose and trying to avoid looking. Because of the pinch in my heart I felt, I decided to go back to the pile of trash to help the little angel.
And with the help of the light coming from the flashlight of my cellphone, I turned my eyes to the piles of garbage to find the baby that was making noise and because it was night, I could clearly hear. But I failed to see the little angel whose noise pinched my heart so I decided to continue walking to finally get away from the pile of garbage.
"Certainly, I was just imagining the noise I heard because the news about the baby thrown in the trash was deeply ingrained in my brain", I whispered as I continued walking away from the pile of garbage.
But over the course of the day, I realized that I could not imagine the noise I could hear in the pile of rubbish in the corner of the crossroads because every time I passed by, I could hear more at night. Nana Linda said that once I told her about the noise I heard, it was done by babies thrown in the trash who died because they were not found immediately.
Out of pity for the little angel who created the noise that made my heart ache, I decided to offer a prayer to the poor infants when they went to church to fulfill their sacred role as Catholics. And I was so happy because after a few weeks of going to church and offering prayers to stop the noise in the pile of garbage made by the baby, I never heard it again.
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Blog: Unconditional Love?
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I been so very busy on my Marky Story series, I didn't even post a blog on the Valentines day, for my valuable viewers and subscribers, I know all of us been inlove, sometimes It's called love but mostly it's somekind of Unconditional Love, where we don't really know what does that mean, so that here's a very short blog explaining waht is Unconditional Love.
"Love Is Not A Commercial Transaction"
If you say the words "I love you" and EXPECT a response back like "me too", it makes no difference in a commercial transaction. Giving while expecting something in return is NOT LOVE, it is bartering. This is the most wrong view of man in love, to always expect others to love as much as the love they also give. How many people will even ask "And you, do you love me?" It seems like they are still wondering if it works when they say "I love you" ..
LOVE is not about you, it is not about the welfare you get from someone, because love means "GIVING", 'giving yourself without expecting anything in return'. You do not expect anything in return, not even a few things, not even the word "thank you". If you already love someone, they will naturally give love even if you do not expect it.
LOVE is respecting a person's "freedom" and "right", you will not force him, force him, hurt him mentally or physically, or intimidate and do the things you want just to show that you love him. Love is not about you, so it is looking for happiness for the person you love and not your own happiness. That is what is called UNCONDITIONAL LOVE. You should even be happy because you see the person you love happy.
If, for example, you two are just now fighting or you have things that have not been agreed upon, that is a sign that the day will come when you will no longer be comfortable with each other but your marriage will be just hell. This is a FAKE LOVE.
True love is only to give the happiness of the beloved, for the pleasure of loving, by saying "I love you" without any expectation. We should not demand love from others but we should just give when we give, let us show them by gesture or word. Let us not force them into anything they do not like. Let's give the things where they will be happy, in other words, if you love each other you should learn to be happy together. That's a TRUE LOVE.
"I love you" these words are delicious to say for our own pleasure and for that of the other. The words ’own melody is so beautiful. It is wonderful to say it when they are close to you.
Let us show love not only to someone but also to family, friends, neighbors, or the person who is fighting you. Let us feel love for everyone, be it animals, the environment, nature, and everything, because love does not just depend on someone, but on the connection from everything.
When you learn to love things, only then will you be able to love 100% someone you meet or like unconditionally.
Belated Happy Valentine's Day!
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Blog: Clitoraid For FGM Victims
Clitoraid is a non-profit organization that aims to help all victims of the barbaric tradition of "clitoral excision" or "female genital mutilation" (FGM) practiced on women especially girls in Africa. It is a project developed in 2005 under the leadership of Maitreya Rael, a spiritual leader of the Raelian Movement and human rights activist. The repair of the clitoris (a part of the vagina) began on March 8, 2014 at Kamkaso Hospital in Burkino Faso, West Africa built by the Raelian Movement. Here more than a million FGM victims want to be helped by the Clitoraid group, it is done through a clitoral repair surgery, and now thousands of african women have undergone surgery and everything went well after the operation . This operation is free, in fact, each surgery costs 25,500 pesos equivalent to 1 to 2 years salary of an African.
Female genital mutilation is performed on some ethnic groups in Africa without anesthesia, mostly here but there are also a few countries around the world that perform FGM and in the Philippines there are also such as Yakan tribes. Although it is not part of religious exercise but it happens in Christian, Muslim and Jewish communities. According to UNICEF data in 2016, about 200 million women in 30 countries have experienced it. One of the goals of FGM is to curb sexual desire or desire to have sex with a woman before marriage.
There are four types of female genital mutilation / cutting:
First, female circumcision is done by removing the clitoris or in Tagalog called clitoris or manî which can be seen on the upper part of the woman's vagina, cutting it with a blade or knife, also removing the hood around the clitoris and because there is no anesthesia, it is very painful. This procedure is known as clitoridectomy and is the first type of FGM.
Second type, here the patient will undergo excision, cut the clitoris and clitoris hood with a blade and cut the upper part of the inner labia of the skin of vulva, a genital organ on the side of the vagina, then sew until it condenses.
Third type, the clitoris along with the hood part will be removed with a blade or knife then the entire inner and outer labia will be cut and then sewn to close the vagina but they will leave a small hole for urination and menstruation. This type 3 procedure is called infabulation. This clogged skin will only be cut once the woman has had sex.
Four types, this is the most harmful procedure to the female genitalia performed in the southern and eastern parts of Africa, here you can cut, burn or burn the clitoris, the labia and vagina. Pierced, pierced, sliced, sliced, burned, scarred and so on. It hurts a lot especially without anesthesia.
There are no medical evidences if FGM has health benefits, and such rituals or beliefs are too harmful to undergone for girls where they can harm you. In fact, there are many side effects of FGM such as excessive vaginal bleeding, pregnancy complications, infections, severe pain, urinary problems, menstrual problems and problems during sex, mental health issues, shock and possibly death. It also has adverse effects emotionally, socially and psychologically. FGM is a Violence Against Women and Girls, Child Abuse, and Sexual Assault so many want to ban it.
In 1997, the World Health Organization (WHO) issued a joint statement against the practice of FGM with the United Nations Children’s Fund (UNICEF) and the United Nations Population Fund (UNFPA). They want to stop this practice, and they are calling on the governments of various countries to educate women about its harmful effects on health and to enact legislation for it. It was supported by the UN General Assembly in 2012 as well as several groups or individuals, and one of our Clitoraids has been at the forefront and wholeheartedly opposed to this task until now, not only in the fight but also in helping to restore women's clitoris.
The Raelian Clitoraid project is part of a humanitarian mission that wants to inspire everyone to promote the Humanitarianism system. What are the main goals of Clitoraid? First, Clitoraid enables FGM victims to help them reach their first orgasm. Second, it aims for women to have sexual freedom and pleasure from their sexual part. Third, Clitoraid is promoting a campaign for people to help fight female excision as well. Clitoraid is about promoting free sexuality and exploring their right to masturbation, Clitoraid wants to make it clear that masturbation is not bad and is not rude in this matter. Clitoraid is about sharing pleasure, hope, kindness and femininity.
So far, Clitoraid has been helping Africa to a large extent, it has trained doctors since 2006 and apart from Kamkaso (Pleasure) Hospital, our organization wants to build more hospitals and train doctors for some parts of Africa such as Kenya, the Gambia, Egypt or Nigeria where there are large numbers of FGM victims. We hope that the day will come when this primitive work around the world will also be stopped.
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Marky Stories: Coconut Tree's Fairy
It was not just a few children who talked about the fairy often seen on the coconut tree at the gate of a house not far from the Tullahan river so the owner of the house believed it would be true. Based on the story, they see a child in a coconut tree who suddenly disappears when they turn their eyes in another direction so they scare the place, more at night.
"Certainly, the fairy I saw when I was a child is what they saw in that place", said an elderly woman who lives in a house with a coconut tree planted at the gate.
"Definitely", replied Aling Inez, the owner of the house. "And I believe because so many kids told me about this phenomenon!"
According to Aling Inez, there were times when a child told her that the child she saw on the coconut tree pushed her when she tried to talk but she did not get up. There is also a story that the boy waved to the coconut tree to approach but suddenly lost the approach so he believes he saw a fairy.
But this is not the only story that Aling Inez heard because even in the lower part of their house they were divided into a rental room, there was a story with a fairy. According to Lesley, one of the girls who lived in the room, sometimes, she was very surprised because she had not yet entered the room, she heard a giggle that she must have created by the children playing.
"I did not see any children in the room", Lesley told Aling Inez.
"Maybe you are tired and awake because you worked overtime", Aling Inez replied that the story is not contradicted if you just do not want to know other details.
"No," Lesley replied. "I could really hear the giggles of the children playing in our room because I was in front of the door and it was opening!"
"And this is not the only mysterious event I experienced in the room", Lesley continued. "When I sleep, there are children playing on the bed so I wake up, but I see nothing!"
There was an explanation for the phenomenon that took place in the house when Aling Inez told the mysterious incident to an elderly woman who lived in their house, Nana Dela. Apart from the fact that Nana Dela knows how to massage, she also knows how to cut so she knows a lot about only lands that are also called fairies.
"Certainly, the fairy living in the covered stream shows the coconut tree at the gate and playing inside Lesley's room", explained Nana Dela. "Because just like any other land, the fairy returns to the place where they used to live and live!"
Aling Inez agreed with Nana Dela's explanation because the others who lived in their house with knowledge of earth only said the same thing. And another reason, the areas in their yard and the house where the fairy shows up are actually creeks, just by moving the flow of water to the canal made behind their house.
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Commentary: Why Christians Perform Baptism And What Is Its Purpose Really?
The Raelian Movement also has a version of the practice of baptism similar to that of other religions.
It symbolizes recognizing our Elohim as our creator.
For Raelians that baptism has a purpose and why it needs to be performed.
They call this the "Transmission of the Cellular Plan" (TCP).
In my own understanding TCP is a type of wireless transmission to deliver our copy of the "genetic code" or genome through our brainwaves every time a ceremony is performed to a computer set database orbiting a part of space belonging to our Elohim.
This DNA sent from a person will be saved on Elohim's advance giant computer so that if that person dies on earth they will have a copy of its DNA available to recreate or revive in due course along with others .
TCP is conducted four times a year: the first week of April, August 6, October 7 and December 13.
This can only be done for anyone aged 15 years and over, who has read Elohim's message from Rael's book "Intelligent Design", as long as he understands and accepts the message without hesitation, and recognizes Elohim as creator and Rael as the last prophet, and understand that there is no God or soul ...
In 1979, Marcel Terrusse, a chemical engineer and Raelian Guide, theorized that the time would come when science would also discover the technology of how to read the human "genome" through a special type of spectral analysis. , that each person's DNA has different vibrational properties.
This theory was rejected by the majority of scientists at that time.
Now, 35 years later, a Russian Scientist reportedly discovered how the DNA molecule can be read based on how it vibrates.
According to his research, DNA oligonucleotides resonate at a frequency range of "terahertz", which changes depending on the DNA sequence.
At the moment this type of procedure is still at the basic step or low level because it is not yet possible to read the full length of the actual DNA fragments because it can only reach from 50 to 100 nucleotides so far (which could improve it next time).
And since we have entered the beginning of this knowledge, a few years from now it will be possible to read the human chromosomes completely and completely and even the entirety of our genomes just by recording our resonance vibrations.
Currently, the DNA sequencing technique is just beginning with a very short fragment that takes 3 days to read.
And because of the ongoing experiments on DNA sequencing, it is possible that three decades from now it will be possible to resonate DNA vibrational properties in just one hour.
Raelians are happy with this report because another part of Elohim's message through Rael has been validated (or given weight) as evidence from Modern Science.
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Commentary: The Entry of the "Age of Aquarius" (Part 3)
RAEL was born in France (WESTERN Europe) in September 1946 under the name Claude Vorilhon, he became a former French sport journalist and later became a founder and spiritual leader of the Raelian Movement, this was after his please encounter with Eloah (God) or known as Yahweh on December 13, 1973 aboard a UFO spaceship. According to the book Intelligent Design, Rael was assigned a mission to inform mankind of the truth about our origin and our future. Eloah also gave him facts and ways on things especially on how the earth would be organized and paradise. Eloah said to Rael:
"You, Claude Rael, you are our ambassador to the Earth, and the people who believe in you must give you the ability to carry out your mission."
"You are the last prophet before the Judgment, you are the prophet of the religion of the religions, the one who will remove the mystery and oscurantism and shepherd of the shepherds. You are the one whose coming was announced by the previous prophets, our representatives, to all of religion. "
"You are the one who returns to the shepherds before the water is poured out, the one who returns the creatures to the creator. The one who has ears can hear, the one who has eyes can see. developed in a scientific way. Primitive people will not understand everything you say. " - Intelligent Design, p.176.
On page 101 of Intelligent Design, Eloah told Rael:
"... TELL the whole world that I am lucky and repeat everything I told you. Smart people will listen to you. Many will consider you a lunatic or a visionary but I have already explained to you what most fools should think. "
"... If there are ENOUGH people following you, we will openly come. (Elohim returns to earth with Jesus)"
Anyway, the "age of Aquarius" is a time when the various high technologies will gradually GROW, science will flourish; from genetic engineering, nanotechnology, space exploration, biological robots, communication, even in the field of medicine and developing advance inventions and much more.
Gradually, poverty, crime, human knowledge will increase, knowledge will grow, and people will gradually become free and happy.
During this time, old churches like Islam, Hinduism, Christianity / Roman Catholic (as well as denominations such as Protestant, JW, SDA, INC, ADD, etc.) will gradually and or will gradually weaken. increasingly soluble and corrosive. The day will come when no one will believe in them, no one will believe in SUPERNATURAL god, mystcism, miracles, old traditions, some vain cultures or superstitions and so on. Through science the MISTAKES of the Church will gradually emerge.
Daniel 12: 4 "... THE BOOK SHALL BE KEEPED UNTIL THE TIME OF THE END. MANY WILL COME AND COME, AND TRUE KNOWLEDGE WILL BE ABUNDANT."
The age of Aquarius is a sign that we are about to enter a period called the "golden age" (probably in the year 2160 begins) where we are FREE to do the things we want to do without having to work to earn, no need to go to school to learn or obey the orders of others to live. Able to do all this through science and technology, such as nano-tech, computers, machines, advanced artificial intelligence and more. Maybe you are wondering how, but in the future you will see ... little by little.
Now try to be updated always regarding the latest science discoveries, inventions and technologies and try to feel and understand our future humanity. Here you can see that cars are flying, mobile phones are holographic and transparent, then science at that time was able to resurrect the dead (human cloning), restore the old thinking and memory of man (transhumanism) , extend life (anti-aging technology), create new species (genetic engineering), even travel in space at the speed of light and more. Here future human beings can live "forever" like the Gods of the Bible only through the knowledge of SCIENCE.
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Marky Stories: Candles
Like many ordinary people who immigrated to Metro Manila, I do not have my own house so I rent a house that is often in the courtyard or area of the informal settler because the rent is low. During my long stay in Metro Manila, I rented in Quezon City, Pasay City and other cities and currently, I live in an old and large house that is divided into a rental room in Caloocan City .
"Naldo, someone has died in the room you are renting so it will definitely make you feel better", Mang Isko warned me while we were eating his favorite wine genus.
"It's okay", I replied while translating a drink intoxicating into a toaster. "It would be nice if he made me feel, I will have a roommate!"
“Aren't you afraid of ghosts? In the soul? ” Mang Isko asked staring at me as if he was grasping the truth with the words that came out of my mouth.
"No," I replied. "My grandfather said, when a person is afraid of a soul or a ghost, he will be really scared!"
But honestly, I only said that because I encourage myself not to feel afraid of what Mang Isko is saying which is said to be the longest living in the old and big house among the people living today. But like many of us we talked about, I forgot Mang Isko's scary story because I immediately fell asleep because we were the only two who consumed a bottle of herbal wine which is also called stainless.
Once, I went home at midnight because I had delivered the maid I was courting so the light in the houses on the side of the alley was off causing darkness to obscure the place I was going to cross to the old and big house. I did not continue to abduct the cellphone in my small bag to make a walking torch because suddenly a candle appeared in the alley near the gate of the house I was renting a room.
Because of the lighted candle, I quickly continued walking down the alley to get to the house where I lived to sleep because I was coming in the next morning. But after I passed the candle and entered the gate, I was surprised because it suddenly disappeared which I was very surprised because I did not see or emerge anyone who would do the event I was so surprised by.
"There is no sign of a candle being lit here", I said looking at the place where I saw the candle lit in the alley last night. "It is impossible for me to imagine or see the candle that illuminated me last night while walking in this place last night!"
I also found out from Mang Isko the explanation for the mystery that happened, it is certain that the soul of the man killed in the alley helped me with the appearance of a lighted candle to illuminate my path covered in darkness. According to the old man, this miracle did not happen to me but to many who pass by the alley when the night is deep and alone.
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Commentary: The Entry of the "Age of Aquarius" (Part 2)
An Aquarian is the type of person who will not restrain their desires, no matter how many spears or tanks you block them will do and they will do what they want. So the brand is often given to those like them who are stubborn, reprehensible and stubborn. But honestly that is not true. Because what works in their brains is "So we live is to have fun and have fun, do what we feel" That is what really runs through their minds. That is one of the signs that will be the system of this new age, in the time of Aquarius.
But the question is, what exactly is the exact year of the entry of the "age of Aquarius" and what will be the future of mankind?
According to RAEL's book, the beginning of the "Age of Aquarius" began as early as 1946, 'the FIRST YEAR of the new era'. This is a sign from the stars after the US bombings in Hiroshima and Nagazaki, Japan. This period is the end of the "Age of Pisces" (the time of Christ) and the beginning of the so-called "End of the World" in which wars, earthquakes caused by missiles and nuclear bombs, extreme famines, misery, bondage, greed, the love of money, the selfish and many others (Matthew 24: 6-8 and 2 Timothy 3: 1-5).
The portal of Pisces is the tunnel during Aquarius (Zephaniah 1:10), the moment when the Sun rises on the earth (on the day of the vernal equinox in the constellation of Aquarius), it is accompanied by the so-called revelation. where during this time different Knowledge will sprout slowly and people will know the TRUE Truth, about our origin, about the creator and of things.
At the same time, the prophecy of the re-establishment or formation of the state of Israel (Isaiah 43: 5-7) began with Truman in 1946 and ended in May 1948. There was also a first session in 1946 for the UN General Assembly. establish a Universal Declaration of Human Rights that protects the rights and freedoms of all people, the effect of the events of the WWll era and the enslavements of the past. This year, many great leaders or celebrities were born, players, politicians, philanthropists, astronauts, scientists, inventors, prime ministers, presidents, activists, and business owners, including spiritual leaders and founder of the International Raelian Movement Maitreya RAEL. 9 years ago after 1946 there were space races between the Soviet Union and the United States that led to the US sending man to the moon in 1969. This space race ended in 1975 and many more.
If the age of Pisces is the time of Christ, and if the age of Aries is the time of Moses, then should the age of Aquarius be born a new and last prophet or a spiritual leader according to past prophets? If so, WHO ???
The "End of the World" (end of the age of Pisces) has long been predicted from ancient times like Hinduism, Buddhism, Judaism, Christianity, Islam and others. Does anyone know when this thing will happen? The Bible says that only the father knows (Matthew 24:36), while the Qu'ran says only Allah knows (Qu'ran 31:34). Buddhism and Hinduism say that there is a person who will be born as a god and the last avatar of Vishnu or as a new Buddha. According to the Buddhist scripture Digha Nikaya here a MAITREYA BUDDHA will be born in the west after the so-called "chaos" (wars, famines, poverty, crime and so on) ... it is not possible that the Maitreya Buddha referred to is Maitreya RAEL? So the question is, who is Maitreya RAEL?
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Commentary: The Entry of the "Age of Aquarius" (Part 1)
Aquarius is one of the "12 astrological signs" between the constellation of Pisces and Capricorn, these are the 12 signs with 30 ° sectors of the ecliptic or celestial sphere. It looks like a sack that encloses with a drawstring. Astrological signs or zodiac signs can be seen directly in our world through telescopes as if they were around the sun and earth where the movement of each other is relative while both are traveling in space.
We know that zodiac signs influence a person's personality depending on what time of birth or day of birth you are. For example, the day of my birth is January 23, so it will appear on the zodiac signs that I am Capricorn under Aquarius, although, it is not pure Capricorn or pure Aquarius, it is called "hybrid birth sign". This happens if the day of your birth coincides between the days of 19 to 26. Because my sign is hybrid it will result in two characteristics and personalities from Capricorn and Aquarius. If you were born between the days of 27 to 28, for example, You have 30 so your sign will be pure Gemini and the Gemini personality will be your personality as well. Therefore, if these 12 zodiac signs influence the personality of people, it also means that they can also influence the world system, it is called the "astrological age".
The "astrological age" enters the twelve seasons like age of Aries, age of Pisces, age of Aquarius, or the age of Capricorn, and so on. Each of these periods consists of 2,160 years and the number of these people is based on the precessional rotation of the earth rotating on its own axis which consists of 25,920 years (one Great Year), it is called "precession of the equinoxes". 25,920-year period of precession / 12 zodiac signs = 2,160 years. The astrological ages reverse the cycle, instead of Aries to Pisces the cycle is Pisces to Aries, so the next age of Pisces is the AGE OF AQUARIUS.
The "age of Aquarius" has no official year in which it began. Experts are still debating it to this day. Some say that the earth is still in the transitional phase, it is not yet in the new age. Some say that it may have started in the 1960s, although there is no exact year but in these years the new age has become the talk of the town due to the emergence of hippies and Woodstock who are famous and attended by many people. A group of hippies even has a song about "The Age Of Aquarius". During these years, some spiritual leaders and gurus with deep philosophical and political views also came out. At the same time appeared some ancient astronauts theorists such as Jean Sendy, Zacharia Sitchin, Erich von Daniken, Robert Charroux, Le Poer Trench, and others, also appeared during this period the founder of the Raelian Movement and new prophet of the new age Claude Rael. Some say that the new age began in the year 2012 based on the ancient Mayan calendar where a statement was issued that the world would be destroyed. This year social media has become very popular with people. In fact, the majority of astrologers believe that the earth is at a new age, the time of Aquarius, where one sign is the technologies.
However, for many, the age of Aquarius refers to the rise of electricity, high-technology, computers, democracy, freedom, humanitarianism, idealism, modernization, and more. During this time people can travel to faraway places freely and will be able to enjoy as if happy go lucky just one of the personalities of Aquarians. You can attend a concert with your favorite idol, you can vlog, take selfies and do various things you like or you can also participate in contests at school, on television, in barangays, etc.
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Marky Stories: Black Cat's Power
This story took place in the late 60s while our family lived in barangay Bayan-bayan, Labo, Camarines Norte. The story revolves around a black cat that is being cared for by older brother Berto, brother Jaime's brother who is the family, my grandfather's caretaker in the coconut he turned into a cattle ranch for additional income on the land.When I go to their house not far from our house, I pay attention to the care of brother Berto who is a black cat because at this time, the cat is sometimes this color. I was very surprised when Berto said that he intends to make the cat into a cock with a blackish-black cat, as well as the eyes and nails.
"You mean, you're going to bury your pet cat alive and pick up the bones when Good Friday comes?" I asked because I had repeatedly heard the story about the black cat that makes amulets in cockfighting.
"Yes", replied brother Berto. "And it will definitely be an effective amulet for cockfighting because the color of the feathers, eyes and nails is so black!"
"Just use another amulet for cockfighting, brother Berto", I said with mixed pleas due to the great pity for the cat. "Pity your pet!"
"I'm sorry", replied brother Berto. "That's really my plan so I asked our relatives in town!"
Because of my great pity for the black cat, I once again repeated the request to brother Berto to use another amulet but he did not listen. A few days later, I did not see the black cat when I went to their house so I did not ask because I already knew what had happened, the animal of life was buried to make amulets in cockfighting.
Kuya Berto's burial of the life of his black foster cat became an important event for me so I waited for the arrival of Good Friday, the day he would dig the buried animal to take the bones and make amulets with cockfighting. So when the day I was waiting for came, I went to Jaime's house to see the cock amulet from the bones of a black cat.
"Sure, I will win one by one as I will use an amulet from the bones of a black cat", brother Berto assured as he watched the bones soaked in a jar of water.
"Hopefully, so that the sacrifice of your pet cat will not be wasted", I replied once again pinching the heart of great pity for the animal.
I can no longer remember what happened to the alleged black cat amulet bones because I had no interest in this hobby because I felt sorry for the chickens that fought until they died with a sharp and sharp dagger weapon. Brother Berto sowed the seeds he used to use the aforementioned amulet in the sheep that was often made in barangay Bayan-bayan at that time.
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Marky Stories: Dark Wings
Like many provinces who lived in Metro Manila to give the family a comfortable and prosperous life, Pauleen and I were excited when Easter came because we were going home to my native barangay in Bicol. Vacation is not a problem for us because she has not yet given birth to our first child who she is six months pregnant with.
"Carl, I'm terrified and my hair stands on end when I remember the story you told of a husband who roamed your area when you were young", said Pauleen while we were on the bus.
"What are you afraid of?" I asked my wife next to the chair.
"I heard a story that smelled like a baby in the womb", Pauleen replied stroking her bulging stomach.
"It's been a long time", I replied. "And if that story is true, that husband is probably dead!"
As I said, Pauleen felt at ease that because she was not used to traveling far, she leaned on my shoulder to fall asleep. It was late in the afternoon when the bus we were traveling in arrived at our remote barangay near the national highway and because my parents already knew we were coming, a delicious dinner was prepared, fried native chicken called "hubod".
After a hearty dinner, Pauleen and I slept soundly on a mat made of wild plant leaves. But at midnight, he woke me up with a loud shaking, he said he heard the flapping of the wings that he suspected of being the wife.
"To scare the husband, I will make the sound of this whip made of the tail of the page", I said waving loudly the weapon feared by creatures from the world of wonder and darkness.
"I hope that wife left," Pauleen replied. "Maybe when I sleep soundly, slip the elongated tongue into the roof and pull the baby out of my stomach!"
"That will not happen, Pauleen", I said. "All right, go to sleep and I will watch to make sure that plague does not come near you!"
Unable to travel far, Pauleen fell asleep soundly with her rosary shield wrapped around her hand against the creation of the world of wonder and darkness. The next day, I opened the window near the place where my wife heard the flapping of the wings and I laughed at what I saw.
"What the hell did you hear last night is not fast", I said like Pauleen, looking at the banana tree whose heart was blooming. "Big bats burning in the heart of the banana!"
"You are right", Pauleen replied immediately agreeing with what I said.
But even though I made sure that the wing flaps that Pauleen heard last night were not made by the asuwang, I did not prepare the weapon only with the whip of the page, if not even mentally and with a bamboo spear. In the corner of my brain, there is still the stored dread and fear of the created soul which is also called the plague of darkness that was planted deep when I was young.
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Marky Stories: Horrible Death
It was in the late 80's when the story took place that caused a horrible death (if true) to a person who valued alcoholic beverages more than anything else in the world. A story that has long been the subject of conversation in various corners of barangay *Tulay na Lupa, Labo, Camarines Norte*, my hometown.
When I was still working at the Post Office and living in this barangay, I often saw a person called Villados sleeping in a shop that, according to many I spoke to, was building a boat. But because of his excessive love of alcohol, he neglected his job and did nothing but drink at the store of his older brother Digoy where he slept in extreme intoxication.
"What happened to him, brother Digoy?" I asked while looking at Villados who seemed to be motionless while lying on the long bench.
"As before, he is dead from drunkenness", replied older brother Digoy who glanced at the man called Villados.
Although, the villager of Tulay na Lupa strongly condemns Villados' being a batsman or buratsoy (our place is called the person who is addicted to alcohol), I felt pity while watching his sleep on the long bench in kuya Digoy's shop . Due to the fact that life in the world is really complicated, I moved to Labo town, Camarines Norte so I can no longer monitor the life of the person who put alcohol first in anything in the world.
1992 was a big test in my life so I went back to the Land Bridge to live there again. Because my parents are originally from Labo, I have many relatives in the barangay on the side of my father and mother so while entertaining myself in preparation for returning to Metro Manila to continue writing, I often hang out with them.
As I hung out, as usual, we talked about various topics, including the tragic events that took place in Villados that became the root of his tragic death. According to the story, because the man who was a slave to alcohol did not move, the people of the Land Bridge decided to bury him in the belief that he was dead.
"What happened to Villados was horrible," my older brother Efren, a relative of my mother's side, told me. "Still alive, buried in the supposed dead!"
"It is impossible for that to happen, brother Efren", I replied. "No one can afford to bury life!"
"I believe what I say, Bobby", replied brother Efren. “Someone heard Villados crash into the coffin to get out but was scared to dig again!
I believe there is a good chance that the story will be true because it was not only my older brother Efren that I heard about the tragic death of the person called buratsero or buratsoy. I repeatedly talked to older brother Digoy for the elusive truth, the owner of the store where Villados was found to be motionless so he was buried but his answers to me were not serious.
I once wrote this story in a tabloid newspaper, but my pupil forced me to rewrite it because it deserved to be written. Whether or not Villados' tragic death is true, a question that only those who buried him can answer.
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Marky Stories: Sleeping Consciousness
Almost at the same time as I learned of the gruesome death of a person called Villados when this story took place until now I am looking for the truth whether the cold wind is a hint or an act of the soul or a ghost. This incident happened in 1993 while I was living in barangay *Tulay na Lupa*, after I passed a severe test in life, the illness of nervous breakdown.
I was with Nilo, a relative who, although younger than me, became my best friend so we often went together to places we wanted to visit. One afternoon the sun was shining with intense heat, we agreed to go to the fountain owned by their clan, the Magana family in the said barangay.
This is not a common spring because barangay Tulay na Lupa draws water and provides additional water to Boro-buro Spring which supplies water to many towns in the province of Camarines Norte. Again, as I once came to the spring, I was amazed and amazed at the crystalline, clear and clean water gushing out of the large Acid tree trapped in the water reservoir.
As I watched the water, which seemed to be blue, blossoming in the Makaasim trunk, I felt the cold air blow because we were in a secluded place, I thought there was a mystery. And as I searched for the answer, I was struck by the tragic event that took place in the late 70's where a man's corpse was dumped in the reservoir and decomposed.
This tragic event became a big event in barangay Tulay na Lupa because almost everyone in the barangay draws water from the spring owned by the Magana family, drank water and just stopped because it could no longer smell and have a slimy taste. I was lucky not to drink because when I came home from the town of Daet where I was studying in college, the water supply from the spring was stopped because the decomposing corpse of Paterno Poblete had been found.
According to the story, Mr. Poblete was intercepted, beaten, killed and dumped in a spring in a water reservoir with crystalline, clear and clean water gushing out of a large Makaasim tree. A horrible and heinous crime that, although solved, left a disgusting experience to many people in barangay Tulay na Lupa who drank water where the decomposing corpse was soaked.
As I continued to examine the very cold air that hit me, I could not be sure if it was a hint or an act of the soul of the person who soaked the corpse in the water reservoir or the air just got cold because of the very cold atmosphere of the spring. Another answer that flashed through my mind, my deepest consciousness in the brain dictated the belief that "hints or actions of ghosts or souls" were the touch of the cold air in which it remained lying.
"That's probably what happened", according to some of my storytellers on this topic. Suddenly a deep awareness flashes through your brain in the belief that the cold wind is a hint or an act of the soul or a ghost! ”
"That is really the acceptable explanation for this mysterious event", I replied trying to accept the thing that flashed in my mind in the very cold air that touched me while on the edge of the spring locked in the water reservoir. This spring in the water district of Camarines Norte has not yet provided additional water when this incident occurred.
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Marky Stories: Fairies Habitat
After several years of working abroad, I saved money to fulfill my dream of buying a lot for my dream home. Together with my husband, we meant the lot with a house that had been occupied for a long time because the owner had gone abroad and lived there.
"The location and place are okay", I said looking at the house. "That's why I'm wondering about this house!"
"What are you wondering, Daniel?" My wife Lorena asked.
"The house is not destroyed even if there is no one living for a long time", I replied, keeping my eyes focused on the house.
"Is that a big deal?" Lorena asked again.
"In hindsight, the incident was a big deal because it is really easy to ruin a house when no one is living", I replied. "And I have been thinking about this mysterious event for a long time!"
"There is a point you said", Lorena replied with her eyes focused on. "It's really easy to ruin a house when no one lives!"
To Mang Andong, the albularyo, I asked to have an explanation for the mystery I discovered in the house that I plan to buy and build my dream house. According to the old albularyo, he is sure that the abandoned house has been turned into a dwelling by the fairies so that it will not be destroyed even for a long time without anyone living.
"That's really what's happening in the house that was made the residence of the fairies, it is not destroyed even if no one lives for a long time", concluded Mang Andong.
"I like the location of the lot", I replied. "What can fairies do if I demolish the house when I buy the lot?"
"I can not say the persecution that fairies can do to you and your family", said Mang Andong. "As far as I'm sure, they will not miss what you did in their home."
"Mang Andong, how can the fairies get rid of that house?" I asked again.
"When the house is damaged and destroyed in a man-made way like a strong typhoon", replied Mang Andong.
Despite the bad intentions of the old albularyo, I secretly wanted the storm to destroy the abandoned wooden house so that the fairies could leave. And while I was working abroad, a strong storm passed through our area, destroying many houses that were not made of stone and cement, including an abandoned house that I was planning to buy.
Since Lorena told me what had happened to the fairy house, even though my contract had not yet ended, I was on vacation with the intention of not being overtaken by buying an abandoned house. I did not have a hard time talking to the owner of the lot because they have been selling it for a long time because they live abroad and have no intention of returning to the Philippines.
And albularyong Mang Andong is right, because when I built the house, no fairy made any noise or action to hinder my construction of my dream house. He added that because the abandoned house was damaged by the common occurrence, it was easily accepted by the fairies.
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Dear Marky: Workmates Lover?
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In love with a Cute and Sweet worker even if she is married
*Dear Marky,*
*I already have a husband but I still fall in love with my co-worker. Because he is cute and also sweet. What will I do? - Celeste*
Celeste,
If you have a husband, be faithful to him. Don't look at other men because I assure you that you will only make a sin. Therefore, you say you are already in love with him. If you still have conscience stay away. Failure to do so will inevitably lead to disaster. You will even be told bad words by those around you. Maybe you don’t want to be told ‘Slut’, right? Why it hurts. It turns out that you are not the type to be contented with a man.
If you and your spouse live on the same roof and share the same bed, why do you need to be attracted to another man? It would be okay if you admire an actor, singer, or politician but at least you didn't love them because you are in love but because they are handsome or somewhat. However, it is another matter if the man is with you in the office. Certainly not just a simple admiration you feel. You said you are already in love.
What if that guy felt that he is the type of man you want and he criticized your cuteness, would you give up? I think ‘yes’ will be your answer. That is not impossible. I'm sure you can't ignore him because you really like him. Whereas if you have just resisted your feelings, you will never make a mistake again.
So, while it is still early, do the right thing. It is not bad to admire but it is better to just glance at him and do not stare because I assure you that your guilt will begin there. I'm sure you can say that he is sweet because you entertain him. You let him show you are concerned about him.
Do you know the ‘big mess’ you are doing? I am sure your husband will not be happy knowing that you entertained another man. I’m sure he is not dumb that he doesn’t know you have someone else to like. Unless, of course, you're really good at pretending. Is that type when you face him he does not know that you have someone that you really like. That's why, there's no secret is not revealed so I am sure that one day if you did not stop entertaining your co-worker, your husband will surely know that too.
If you have a child with your husband, it would be good if you think of them. It may be that by then your brain has determined what you really like. Hopefully, you are not the type of woman who will just do whatever she wants even if she hurt the people who really love her, because someday you might regret everything you did.
Please remember, no matter how kind a person your husband is when you let go of his patience, I am sure he will give up too. Not only will he be angry, but he will also even hurt. So, do not let that get you to that point. Just now, avoid it if you know you will make a sin.
The girlfriend is in a high position, so the security guard bf has been used
*Dear Marky,*
*I was a security guard and fall in love with an employee I worked for. Her position is high so we can't shout about our relationship. I understand her in case I feel like she is just fooling me. She just always ask to buy things for her. Will I continue this relationship? - Raffy*
Raffy,
If you already know that she is just fooling you, why would you continue to have a relationship with her? You are only hurting yourself. Don't be like that. Even if you love a woman, you must also respect yourself. That will only happen if you do not allow her to just spin, use, and play because, in the end, you too will be miserable.
Don’t think that she loves you too. Maybe she’s just flirting with you so she just asks to buy things. Oh my, If you think so, there will be no one but you. If you already feel like she is just using you to get what she wants, do not ignore that feeling. That instinct so you have to listen. You do not even have to fool yourself if you see signs that she is just using you.
If you can love other people, love yourself more. You do not deserve a woman like her no matter how beautiful and sexy she is. Your physical appearance will not always be the basis for choosing a loved one, she must also have good manners and I think, that woman is not like that. Raffy, please listen to me. You do not need a user all you need is someone who will truly love you. So, you better break up with her too.
Even if you say you love her, if she doesn't love you, it doesn't matter. If her only goal is to buy you something, you will suffer. Or, would you like that? I’m sure not, so you better do the right thing. Also, even if you have a relationship, she will not be able to make you proud of anyone.
It may not be because of her higher position but because you are in the same company. It may be because it is forbidden for the company to have a relationship. Or maybe because the relationship she wants to introduce is something she can be more proud of.
He does not love you so do not feel pain. You too will be miserable later. All you have to do is understand your job, don't let it affect your presence. Your family should be the inspiration and not that woman I will be just a distraction to you. There is an advantage to you when others do not know your relationship. And at least you didn't go down without explaining yourself first.
In time you will find the woman destined for you. You will be accepted and truly loved. Your relationship will not give you that now so it is better to accept now that you are not for each other. If you are in pain right now, that is natural. But, the pain you feel will disappear in time so, do not be bored.
***I thought of making this series for the broken-hearted to have a chance to release the pain they are feeling. So, if you are frustrated with love, it is better to just say a problem here so that I can advise you. I know it will help a lot then to make the pain you feel okay, in this series I will advise you on what I know and experience but the best way to release the pain is to pray and talk to God about what is best for you.***
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Marky Story: Secluded barangay
In almost every place in the Philippines and around the world, there are calls for landforms and waterways that are unique to neighboring provinces or regions. In our area, in barangay Bayan-bayan, Labo, Camarines Norte, the spring of water is called "bung-aw" which seems to be a cave that during the rainy season there is water flowing but not in the summer.
And like every form of land and water that is different or unique, there is always an associated story revolving around creations from the world of wonders and darkness and other magical events. In the coconut of my grandfather we call Dad or Grandpa Ambo of my fellow grandchildren, there is a spring that belongs to the form of land called bung-aw.
I have come to know the various stories in this area of the people who live on my grandfather’s land as a herdsman or a coconut farmer with a mysterious event taking place in this land form. Mysterious events related to creations from the world of wonders and darkness as well as events related to amulets or amulets.
This event took place at a time when my brain was beginning to get preoccupied with the events going on around it related to various things and events that attracted my interest. Among these incidents is the story of a farmer in our barangay who worked on my grandfather's coconut as a conspirator who got an amulet in the cave.
"Bobby, it is true that an amulet was found in this cave", my young son told me of my grandfather's caretaker of his coconut and cattle while we were both sitting in the cave slowly when the water dries up because of the approaching summer.
"What amulet?" I will ask.
"Floating black stone", replied my childhood.
"What did he do with the black stone?" I asked again.
"He made an amulet in cockfighting", replied my childhood. "And because of the amulet, almost all of her pets will be attacked, became herdsmen in the shelter!"
Because of the story, I also wanted to get an amulet in the mouth but not for use in cockfighting, if not make an amulet that will give me more strength and other characteristics of the man in my view, I lack. And since many of the stories I heard about the cave took place in connection with the amulet during Easter, I decided to watch the cave on Good Friday.
"I hope there is an amulet floating in the water of the cave", I said looking at the big hole in the ground during the rainy season, there is water flowing but during the summer it disappears.
But even though I spent the day patiently watching the cave for the floating amulet, my dream did not come true. And because I believe that the stories I heard in the gulf related to wonders and talismans are true, I spent a few Good Fridays watching the appearance of this thing in a strange form of water.
"You are not lucky to have an amulet from the cave", said Lolo Ambo when we once discussed in conversation how to get an amulet from the cave.
Over time, my time and mind were focused on the many trials of life and preparation for the future so I lost in my brain the mysterious events taking place in the abyss full of wonders and mysteries. But in the time of loneliness and recollection of what has happened in my life in the past, this event that I consider an old story in a remote barangay that may or may not be true also comes to mind.
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Commentary: Is it true that there are Dragons?
*The word Dragon is derived from the Latin "draconem" meaning "huge serpent" or "giant snake", draconem comes from the Ancient Greek "drákõn" and means "I see" or described with a "deadly glance". "or with" sharp "eyes.*
In Western and Eastern cultures, the dragon is seen as having four legs, flying, and emitting fire. This creature has thick and strong scales, red eyes and sharp teeth.
The story of the Dragons has long been talked about since ancient times, in various ancient civilizations, such as in Mesopotamia where there are ancient art and literature about it. Giant Dragons and stories about it have been circulating in people's mouths and seem to have spread to almost every country in the world, until now.
Throughout the Indo-European and Near Eastern countries there are some mythological stories about the gods that came from heaven where the Dragons they created were also killed by them because of the danger that Dragons may bring to humans. This is because it is one of the most feared and powerful animals, even more, powerful than the dinosaurs we know.
Dragons have long been mentioned in the holy scriptures of various religions such as Judaism, Christianism, Hinduism, and Islam, as well as in some Greek, Egyptian and Norse mythologies where they are described as giant monsters and enemies of people.
In the Philippines there is also a story of a Dragon, it is called a vaccine. The Chinese, Japanese, and Koreans also have their own stories and beliefs about it.
Currently, Dragons are depicted and seen in some shows as a fierce and scary monster, sometimes it has wings and sometimes it does not. There is a Dragon who is kind and serves as a helper of the people. This item has become part of some traditions, especially during the Chinese New Year or Spring Festival.
But the question is, is it true that there is a Dragon?
So far, there is no evidence or evidence that scientists have found to prove the existence of Dragons, not even one. All are stories and beliefs from ancient people.
But if my personal belief is asked if there is a Dragon, my answer is Yes. I truly believe there was a Dragon, then literally. Their description is not the same as the shows we watch and the mystical ideas that the Dragon possesses the power. To me the Dragon is like the dinosaurs, the difference is that the Dragon is even more ferocious than other dinosaurs.
Logically speaking, if you believe in the Bible you must also believe in the Dragon, if you believe in the Koran, the Tanakh, the Vedas, the Sumerian tablets and so on you must believe that is true. These ancient scriptures and tablets are supported by some evidence, so if the history of the Bible is true then there really was a Dragon then.
There is a lot of evidence historically that men in ancient times believed 100% that there were giant creatures (dragons), not because of the stories but because they actually saw it themselves. Almost every country has stories about the Dragon and can't say that those things suddenly came to people's minds? Even the Dragon in ANCIENT mythologies is possibly true where these kinds of stories are possibly deeply rooted and not just fiction and for entertainment. In fact, almost all descriptions of different countries seem to be consistent.
Now let's find out what the Bible describes as a Dragon ...
The Dragon in the Bible is called a 'giant behemoth' (Job 40:15), and this behemoth was created by God (Elohim). He has a tail as hard as cedarwood and his feet look like steel. It lives in the mountains with other behemoths and cannot be cared for as a small bird (so does it mean it flies?), Because of its size and severity, no one can catch it.
If the behemoth is disturbed or disturbed, no one will be able to survive. Even if you fight it, it will not win because its head and skin are not immediately hit by any sword or knife, in other words, it is not just a sword.
Its nose and mouth are said to have fire and smoke coming out, as in glowing, the eyes are as red as dusk, and its whole body is so hard that it has thick scales that are very sharp. This behemoth is said to have nothing to fear and of all animals, the behemoth is the strongest.
Let's find out what Raelian believes ...
The Raelians are extraterrestrial believers, these extraterrestrial beings are called in Hebrew Elohim (plural form), meaning they are the gods that people recognize in the Bible. According to the book of Raelism, the Elohim created a variety of life on Earth long ago 25,000 years ago by mastering Genetic Engineering .. animals, fish, birds, plants, and humans. One of the species created by Elohim (scientists) is the dinosaurs or brontosaurus or what we call the Dragon.
The creation of these giant creatures has long been forbidden on the planet by Elohim because of the danger it can pose to the people on their planet. According to Rael's book, their creation was the reason why Elohim explored space and here they found our planet (Earth). Here on Earth, they continued to create various life forms with scary and giant creatures, the dinosaurs, brontosaurus or Dragon maybe it was part of their progress or development.
The time came when the number of people they created increased .. they seemed to realize that dinosaurs and dragons could be a threat to humans. According to ancient mythologies, the gods killed these monsters (Dragon) including all the dinosaurs where in my interpretation they only inhabited millions of species that are not so dangerous. This is why dinosaurs and the giant Dragon disappeared all over the world. All that is left are their bones that we find today.
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Marky Story: Mysterious Vision
I was still young when this experience happened to me until now I keep thinking in my mind whether it is true or just the result of playful fantasies or imagination. I was currently herding buffalo in the vast pastures according to the story of my family members, part of the vast hacienda.
I did not reach this event because when my mind became conscious, the hacienda was divided and my grandfather, who was among the trustees of the vast land according to the story, owned by a foreigner, had a share. And because the land granted near my grandfather's land went abroad, it was neglected so it became a vast wasteland.
"It's really okay to make this pasture a buffalo pasture, bow immediately", I said while watching our pet animal eating grass.
"Fortunately, it continues to be neglected so the weeds continue to grow", I added while still staring at the buffalo while in the small hut erected on the part of the land that went to my grandfather.
But while looking at our pet, a young woman and a young man suddenly appeared in the wide wasteland and happily chased after my young mind, in a relationship. Their happy pursuit continued until they reached the large narra tree in the middle of the vast prairie formerly part of the vast hacienda.
"Can I believe what I saw?" I asked myself while in a small hut standing on my grandfather's land and looking at the big tree.
It was not just once that the scene of a young man and a young girl happily chasing the vast wilderness and reaching the big narra tree, disappeared and I did not know where it went. Because I was so intrigued by the sight I saw that I did not know if it was real or just a fantasy or imagination, I told my grandfather who owns a vacation land from Metro Manila.
"Grandpa, suddenly a young man and a young girl appear happily chasing the vast meadow in the adjacent lot and disappearing when it comes to the big narra tree", I told Grandpa Gardo.
"Grandson, surely the couple who used to own this land were the ones you saw in the vast wilderness when they were just lovers", explained Lolo Gardo. "You are not the only one who saw this vision if not your uncles who also guarded the buffalo in that area!"
As Grandpa Gardo continued, he said that just as the soul returns to the place where they died or lived for a long time, so does the soul return to the place where the happiest moments of their lives took place. I was sure that my grandfather's story would be true because the costumes and appearance of the young man and girl who were chasing the vast expanse were disappearing when they reached the big narra tree.
And still out of curiosity to know the other events in the mysterious vision, I meant the big tree in the vast wasteland that used to be part of the vast hacienda. And in the big tree, I saw another thing that would prove that Grandpa Gardo's story would be true, it was the carved name of the man and woman imprisoned in the heart of the big tree.
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Marky Stories: Mystery in the old building
This incident took place in the 70s while I was working on an old garment made by sewing clothes somewhere in Malabon City. Even though I hadn’t even started working, I already knew about the horrors going on in the building because it was so close to our house.
"Tess, you might faint with fear when you see or feel the horror going on in this building", warned one of my co-workers who is older than me.
"I will admit, I am scared but I will try to fight because I need to apply what I learned in sewing", I replied
"It's up to you", replied my co-worker.
The stories surrounding the old building also include strange screams, crashes, falling objects and other noises that cause horror. According to the story, these events do not only take place at night, but also during the day, so no female worker goes alone to the restroom.
"Will the horror stories in this restroom be true?" I asked one of my co-workers while we were in the dreaded area of the old building.
"Probably", he replied like me, in the long sink that serves as a place for workers to wash, brush, wash utensils and other hygiene-related activities.
Until one night we were overtime to fill the order with the company, I suddenly felt the call of nature to reduce body water. Maybe because I was tired, I forgot about the horrors going on in the restroom so I went alone.
"Someone is using the faucet" I said continuously to the restroom. "That's right, I have someone with me!"
And as I used to go to the restroom, I slowly pushed the iron door to enter the place where I would meet the call of nature of the body. But I was prevented from entering because there were men lined up in the long washbasin while putting their helmets on the side.
Since the horrors in the old building did not flicker in my mind, I did not feel scared, instead, I stayed at the door of the restroom to wait for the men to come out. As I continued to watch the men wash, I focused on the helmets that made me feel scared because they resembled what the Japanese soldiers used.
And as I continued to observe, I noticed that the men were wearing khaki clothes that were in no way different from the uniform of the Japanese soldier that I often saw in trendy movies in the 70s. And my fear increased when I caught a glimpse in the glasses in front of the men because they had no face so I quickly ran away from the restroom.
According to those I spoke to who worked in the old building for a long time, I saw the souls of Japanese soldiers in the restroom because some of our co-workers also often see this mysterious guest. Based on the stories circulating in the factory, the Japanese soldiers turned the old building into a residence so that the souls of those who died here were often lost.
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Marky Stories: Tulli Papyrus
Many stories of events related to UFOs or unidentified flying objects have taken place in different parts of the world since ancient times translated and talked like legends. And even in the Philippines, this incident is happening because there is a lot of news floating around seeing this thing that challenges the minds of many Filipinos to find out the truth.
Among the mysterious UFO-related events around the world is the story in a document called the Tulli Papyrus that took place in Egypt in the year 22. Among the articles written by Alberto Tulli, director of the Egyptian Museum in Vatican City to the UFOs from the old document they found a brother priest in an Egyptian city.
According to the story, the sighting of the UFO took place in the third month during the winter and the sixth hour of the day witnessed by one of the recognized leaders of ancient Egypt, Pharaoh Thutmose III. The event was first witnessed by the writers of the palace, the appearance of a mysterious round object that was rapidly plunging from the sky.
According to the Tulli Papyrus document, there is a circular part of the mysterious fiery substance that gives rise to a pungent odor that seems to be the foul breath that the writers and Pharaoh Thutmose III smelled. Based on the document that can be considered a legend of ancient times, the fiery round object has no part to be considered a head and no noise can be created but it has a body like a large stick or rod.
According to the document, the burning objects floated in the sky but after a while, they traveled together towards the South until they disappeared from the sight of Pharaoh and the writers. It was not only the round objects that were enveloped in fire that shocked the witnesses, but also the rain of piles of fish and birds that came from the round fire that Mr. Tulli considered a spaceship or UFO.
The aforementioned old document is said to have been found by Alberto Tulli and his brother the priest from the Vatican during their visit to the city of Cairo in Egypt in 1934. Because the brothers did not have enough money to buy the document, they decided to copy the contents of the Tulli Papyrus and on their return to the Egyptian Museum in the Vatican, they performed translations into various languages recognized around the world.
But since the documents were lost in the death of Alberto Tulli, it was not fully examined by the authorities to prove the truth in the sky witnessed by the palace writers and Pharaoh Thutmose III during his tenure as king of Egypt in 1479 BC to 1425 BC But perhaps like the thing that has formed the brain of many who have read the aforementioned document, after my research and writing of this story, the question flies to my pupil the question is UFO true?
In my opinion, the UFO is true because, like many, I believe that the Great Creator did not just make the planet Earth to be the abode of his living creatures in humans. So surely, in one corner of this space, there are planets like our world inhabited by living creatures.
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Marky Stories: Tikbalang
The root of this story is the stories of Lola Pilo, Felomena Jamito Villaluz, my grandmother on my mother's side about tikbalang, tiyanak and other creatures from the world of wonders such as asbo, orokotok and tambulislis believed in and around Camarines Norte province. She does storytelling to give pleasure to her grandchildren when they sleep in their house in barangay Napaod, Labo, Camarines Norte.
Because Napaod is the only barangay next to the barangay where we live, my mother and I often go there and spend the night visiting our parents. During our visit, Uncle Ebot (Adolfo Villaluz), my mother's younger brother, invited me to take a bath in the Mabilo creek near their house.
Apart from the rocky, there is a steep part of the Mabilo creek where the forest still surrounds both banks of that time so it is inevitable that creatures from the world of wonders like the tikbalang content of Lola Pilo's story come back to my mind. According to his story in this creature, when the creek fades in good weather, there is a tikbalang that fills the creek.
"In fishing, the tikbalang makes the wide testicles a catch to catch shrimp's favorite food", said Lola Pilo. "And because he is strong, he digs the rocks to release the hippos that live there so the creek is fading!"
While bathing, I noticed that the water of the Mabilo stream was fading so I told my younger brother and sister of my mother what was happening that the reason, the tikbalang creature, was already playing in my mind. I don't know if uncle Ebot is scared or seriously say we should take a quick bath because the tikbalang is in the river and fishing so the water is fading.
"When the tikbalang comes to us, we will be captured and taken to that forest", said Uncle Ebot who was accompanied by a teaching in the forest on the side of the creek not far from the part where we bathed.
"Probably so", I replied believing what Uncle Ebot said. "So, go ahead, I'm going to rinse, I don't want to be captured by the tikbalang in the forest!"
Because of the great fear of the tikbalang, I quickly finished bathing and getting dressed so that my uncle, who also quickly got dressed to leave the Mabilo creek, would not be left behind as the water continued to fade. When I got home, I told Lola Pilo what happened that immediately gave the right comment we did because the tikbalang who lives in the forest on the side of the Mabilo river is probably fishing so the water is fading. awareness.
But as the days went by, I discovered that there were many reasons why the water of a creek faded even though it was sunny and the weather was good. The reason is that it rains on the other side, bathing animals like buffaloes and other man-made things so whether this incident is true or not that scared my young mind, I can not draw a conclusion, the important thing is, the stored is free that story in my consciousness.
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Marky Story: Left part of the skeleton, returned to the soul
Although I was in the sixth grade of elementary school when this incident happened while our family was still living in the province, I clearly remembered the details because it instilled great fear in my mind. Fear caused me to appreciate every part of the human skeleton because it would result in an event full of mystery and horror.
"Did you go out last night, Domeng?" I remember our mother asking our father on the balcony and caressing his pet.
"No, why? Our father's answer and answer.
"I saw someone lying here on the balcony last night while weaving clothes in the living room", said our mother. "I didn't wear it because I thought you were!"
"I did not go out last night", replied our father. "I can no longer get up because I feel bad, I feel like I have a fever!"
Because of the frightening topic of conversation between our parents, I made the decision to find out if what our mother was calling our neighbor, Aling Ester, was true. So before I went to sleep in the living room, which was attached to the balcony of our house, I often peeked through this section to see if our mother's story was true.
"My God, that's right", I said nervously as I watched a man sitting on a bamboo bench through the crack in the wall. "Someone is hanging out on the balcony!"
Out of sheer fear, I quickly covered myself with a blanket and forced myself to sleep to forget the man lying on our balcony. And in the morning, I immediately told my family members what I had seen on the balcony of our house which caused me great fear.
"I will be the guard tonight, I will find out if what Daniel and your mother are saying is true" said our father. "Maybe it's true because they've both seen it!"
The next day, our father told us that he had also seen the man our mother and I had seen lying on the balcony of our house. According to our father, he did not see the man's face so he made sure that his soul had something important to return to the place where our house was located which our mother did not oppose because it was a belief in our place.
"Certainly, he was returning part of the skeleton because there was no house in this area in the past", assured our father who decided to dig the ground opposite the balcony of our house.
Our father's suspicion was not wrong because he found part of the human skeleton in the pit he made in front of the balcony of our house. And when he asked the first owner of the land on which our house was located, he found out about the crime that took place here so he included the skeletal part in the grave of the victim who was transferred to the cemetery.
Since our father took the missing part of the skeleton and placed it in the victim's grave, we have not seen the person hanging on the balcony of our house. And like my siblings, my parents' beliefs were deeply ingrained in my mind so we valued them and passed them on to our children.
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Marky Story: Gold is on the Ground (Part 3)
“Why, Josephine? Do you feel bad for me because of what happened on vacation? Last summer? When we last talked in the field because I criticized you social and rich people here in our town! ”
“No! "Josephine smirked at what I said. She looks like a girl who was robbed of cotton candy.
“Why is that? Don't you know that it is evil to plant resentment in your neighbor? Whatever that resentment is! All right, if you don't say the reason, I will stand up. I will never ignore you again. ”
Josephine's face saddened at what I said. Footsteps on the paved road. We are just ignore to other passing motorists. Suppose there is a lover’s quarrel that they see a scene.
“It’s you! the same as you. You suddenly disappear. You didn't even tell me that you would stop your studies two years ago. You just made me hope! ”
“What hope? I do not understand you, haller! What do you hope for? ”
“Because… you courted me then. Case, you did not proceed. I thought you love me? Why didn't we become! ” Josephine blushing at what was being said.
“Wow! Your trouble ha! Are you the one who misled me to ask me that question? If what I did not give a continuation of the courtship I did to you is the reason you snobbish me, that's it! Is that the reason? ” I said smiling.
Josephine nodded. That was his reason.
"It's you. You pay more attention to your farm than to me! You prefer even with the buffaloes, goats, chickens there on your farm. You don't even visit me at the troop shelter in the fishery. You're annoying!"
“I need a Facebook account to send you a message. My old cellphone, I know. Already taken hostage. What a problem there! It’s my life, you know! And why are you so annoyed with my indifference and not being thoughtful of you? ‘I know, it turns out you are not important to me what?”
"Because I love you. Yes I love you. That's why I hate you! ” Josephine resisted. Admit it. If I hadn't been gone for a long time and he didn't see much, I still wouldn't know his true feelings.
“Really?. You love me but you ignore me? Is there such a person in the person he loves? ‘What now if you love me?’
Josephine's face lit up again as I narrowed down as if I was not affected by what she said. In fact, I was thrilled. In fact, my heart is already jumping jack with joy.
"What now? You are really delicious! ” Josephine who was in tears when I became a stalker.
"You love me and then I love you too… let's not love each other. Let us enrich our love like a field full of rice grains of rice plants that are danced with every swing of the wind, ”I said while holding his hands.
Josephine hugged me. I know, that he misses me too much. I know he and I all understand what happened to our family. I am happy because I am the one who weighs in his heart despite the fact that my rivals are strong. They say they don't belong to me because they only know how cute life is. It seems delicious to pull the bangs.
So from then on, Josephine and I were okay. We became and that is not hidden from the knowledge of his parents. Just, let's just prioritize learning first. Right now it is just a dream first and effort.
When it comes to love between studies, there must be a sacrifice which is wrong. Why choose you for something that is both important. Instead of letting love be a barrier to learning, why not make love an inspiration while studying. Maybe it's just carrying. The others are aggressive so they forget. Not me. So Josephine loved me and her parents voted for me. I think I have my own farm, hehehe.
Right now, I am one of the suppliers of rice in the town with ten fruits and vegetables harvested in the market. So I proved that even the saying mud has a sky too. As long as the method and cultivation of the crops are correct, you will prosper and prosper.
***The End***
Marky Story: Gold is on the Ground (Part 2)
The rice field is about to be harvested. I'm excited. And while I was meditating and daydreaming about what I would buy when I bought rice that would turn into rice, Josephine approached me when she got out of her white car parked on the side of the road. He was my classmate in High School and used to be courted. But, I did not continue because I was afraid of my rivals who came from a good family.
When Josephine arrived, she was happy for a few hours alone in the field. He came from our college school.
“How are you, Roberto? Our hard work! ” Josephine greeted me warmly and handed me the juice in the bottle.
"Here, the smell of the sun and the smell of buffalo too," I said with a smile but shy. She is really beautiful.
I knew he was discriminating against me. I could feel it and I could see in the twinkle in his eye. He did not go home to them that afternoon and talked to me.
“Why did you stop studying, Berto? You can entrust your farm to Mang Karyas. Alas, I hope you are a Second Year College like me. Then why do you persevere in planting? In farming? ”
“The school is just there, Josephine. But in the future, do not wait or be compared to the pages of the book that when you open it you can open it. There is no certainty tomorrow. We do not know what will happen. Then not everyone who is educated is sure to get a good job. Not that I say education is not important ha! But most of all, combined wisdom and ability is essential to improving one's life. ”
“And this land! Here is tomorrow… paddling for a better future. Why else would I go to the city to find my destiny? Why don't we base our destiny on our own country? Why should I be enslaved by the capitalists, they are the only ones who get rich and not the employees? ”
“You mean, you're going to study again and finish a four-year course just to get back to this farm? For what? Do you want to be inferior to others forever? ” Josephine asked again.
“What is wrong if a person wants to look back to where he came from? Is that how you think life is uplifting to farmers? If it weren't for our farmers, there would be no rice to eat in your afternoon manners! ”
Josephine was stunned by what I heard. The eyebrows rose.
"That's why. That's why you ignored me because of this farm! There you are! ” Josephine once to leave and return to the car. I wondered what he said.
Two rounds of harvest passed and we were able to build our hut house from the proceeds from the farm products sold. I'm cementing. But, I built a hut on the side of the concrete house so that I could feel the ambiance of the countryside… of the Filipino brand.
Because I had accumulated a lot, I re-enrolled in college to continue my studies in the BS-Education Major in History course. I just want to be a teacher. In the morning I took a scooter to visit and take care of the farm every afternoon. Without me, Mang Karyas and my cousin Panong would take care of the farm.
On-campus, Josephine and I often met on campus in the capitol. But, I just ignored him. He ignores me even when we meet. I feel good but I'm just being bullied. Annoying. Bad trip can make your love ignore you. In my mind, did I do anything wrong to him? Mistakes… for him to suffer like this.
I admit Josephine still has room in my heart. Actually, he was my inspiration why I changed and became optimistic and hardworking in life. But, when we met I just ignore him, I noticed that he was also upset. It feels like dir in likes what is being done to me.
So I made a remedy. One day, going home from school, I waited for him on the road near our farm where he passed by. When I saw it, I blocked the road. He blew his horn. But, I still did not leave.
“If you do not leave there, we will be run over! he says.
“Oh! You know how cute you are even when you are angry! Okay, run over me and you're ready when I get knocked down! ”
“Why can I do that? I will run over you and I will not kill you! ”
“For Real! Not that! All right! It might scratch your car that you love so much! ”
I laughed at Josephine's reaction as she leaned against the steering wheel and stared at the young man in the car is annoyed. Threatening but unable to.
“What? I will not leave here until you tell me why you are ignoring me at school! '
Josephine got out of the car. The face is smirked.
***To Be Continued...***
Blog: My Friend's Experience
Since I post a lot of Marky Stories, I would like to post this blog of mine, It's been a while since I posted a blog, yesterday while I and My friend have a conversation, we talk about our old lives when we didn't know each other yet, my friend asks me "Did you believe in superstitions or beliefs", I said "NO" then he tells a story of him.
This incident took place deep in my mind because it related to what I studied when I was assigned to a rural midwife in a remote barangay in our province in the central part of Bicol. Because it is a remote area, there are still many superstitions or beliefs in life that I think many people still believe in remote villages.
Among the things that have to do with superstition or belief in an area that has intrigued me so much are the papers that have been folded up in my view, something important that has been wrapped up. But what amazed me the most was, if something important was wrapped in folded paper, why was it hung on the roof across the stairs where so many people came in and out.
"Which Pacing, what are the contents of these folded papers hanging from the roof across the stairs?" I asked the owner of the house where I will temporarily live while in the barangay.
"My children's navel", replied Aling Pacing.
"Your children's navel?" I asked again.
"Yes", Aling Pacing replied. "Wrapped in the paper by Tandang Goring, the witch doctor, and midwife who gives birth in this barangay."
"You have nine children", I said, after counting the papers folded by the square.
"You are right, Agnes", Aling Pacing replied. "My late husband and I have nine children, five girls and four boys!"
"Why did Tandang Goring wrap your child's navel on paper and hang it across the stairs?" I asked again.
"I don't know", Aling Pacing replied. "I did not bother to find out what Tandang Goring did and I did not interfere because I am sure there is an important reason!"
Because of my strong desire to know the reason for what the witch doctor did and what the midwife did to Aling Pacing's children, I meant Tandang Goring's house because since he was old, he was no longer a witch doctor and a midwife. Even though his eyes were blurred, he welcomed me to their house in a remote part of the barangay.
"You want me to know why I wrap the umbilical cord of the baby I gave birth to on the paper and hang it across the stairs?" Tandang Goring asked.
"Oh," I replied. "I'm so surprised you did that!"
"That is the belief of those who preceded my witch doctor and massage therapist to quickly and comfortably the next births of the landlord", explained Tandang Goring. "And I have repeatedly proven this superstition or belief true!"
Because again, I was very intrigued by what the old witch-doctor and the midwife said, I secretly asked about the births she did in their barangay and its neighbors and I proved it to be true. Currently, I work abroad but I have never forgotten the superstition or belief of hanging the umbilical cord wrapped in paper across the stairs for a comfortable and quick delivery by the homeowner.
This is the story of my friend, It could possibly true or not, because here in the Philippines our native places Like Bicol have superstitious stories, and even events, My old parents also said that to me, but still we can't just believe if we didn't see them, I hope you like this story.
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Marky Story: Gold is on the Ground (Part 1)
Ever since my father passed away, I have enriched the farm he left with my mother and my two siblings. With my alertness and diligence, especially with the help of the Lord God, I was miraculously reaping a bountiful harvest compared to my fellow farmers. By the time I was 18, my mind was numb to the word poverty. I don't want us to be poor for the rest of our lives.
Father Joning was right— “gold is on the ground”. Wealth is on the ground. Development is on the ground. ”
“Berto, promise me that you will not sell or mortgage our farm no matter what happens. That is all I can pass on to you. Enrich even a little because that will lift you out of poverty, ”my father said before he lost his life.
Dad passed away due to stomach and liver disease. He is a tomador. From the crowing of the chicken until dusk, he could not avoid drinking gin and tuba. Dad was kind. However, there is no good that is not affected by the disease, especially with vices.
Ever since my father was buried, I have changed. I am no longer run errands and gangs. Because before, I was just in the morning and at night when I got home. I am fully stretching my bones for mom Jasmine, Gina, and Boyet.
And every day I stayed on the farm, I prayed fervently to God that our rice crop would not be perfect when there was a storm. As well as crops of corn, cassava, sweet potato and vegetables such as *alugbati, okra, ampalaya*, cabbage and pumpkin. Spinach was also planted in a creek made by my father back then. Every year when our town is hit by a typhoon, the floods are severe and the rice plants are submerged. There was no harvest. Not good.
I stopped studying to take care of our farm. Gina and Boyet study first. Second Year High School Gina and Grade Six Boyet. Because of the good harvest and sales in the market, the two are very happy because their money has increased. Only then will I continue to fail when I go to college when I save too much. But, when I rest on the farm I do self-study.
I have books I read during my nap. I trip to read Philippine and World History even though I studied it when I was in High School. Sometimes, I read old comics, the **Funny Comics Bata Batuta** and then the "Grandma's Stories" that Dad used to buy from me at the capitol as a greeting with a box of donuts. After reading, I went on a trip to answer a crossword puzzle.
So in my case, every time I go to the farm, I bring a backpack that I used to wear when I was in High School as if I came from school. And when the farm work is done, I also get the internet in the village to be the latest in showbiz happenings… I mean what is happening in our environment… all over the country and the world. I'm obsessed with new gadgets that I target to buy. Just gather the opposite. About 4 boxes of rice maybe when sold.
Mom was very happy with my big change. My son and brother have become responsible. Became serious in life.
"Mom, I don't mind working in the fields as long as we can get out of trouble. We will build this hut. We will cement it so that when there is a storm, it will not be blown away by strong winds. It’s always like that every year, ”I said positively to my mother.
My mother sells my harvested vegetables and corn and sweet potatoes in the market. And while I was working on the farm, my bestfriend father Mang Karyas, 55, helped me. Mang Karyas also gave me water-resistant rice seeds. That when submerged in the flood is still okay.
Can still be harvested. I just found out that there is already a variety of rice grains. That is a big help to our farmers. He also helps me sell and offer buyers my farm produce. I also raise chickens, ducks, pigs that sell meat in the market.
If my skin used to be unfamiliar with sunlight and soaking in the mud. And with every ray of sunshine hitting the paddy field, it was my pleasure to watch it like a golden grain waving at every wave of the north wind. The grain of rice is what my father says in his parable that will be the way to lift us up in life. I thought at first it was not. It was strange that I used to dig in the field to fight in case there was buried treasure.
***To Be Continued...***
Dear Marky: Wrong Decisions
My husband left me but not because of another woman but because of death
*Dear Marky,*
*My husband left me but not because of another woman but because of death. That hurts me because I love him so much. In the extreme pain, I was feeling, I could not help but be angry with God. Since then, my life has not been normal. It's as if I have a strange feeling around me that really scares me. Advise me what I should do. - Julie*
Julie,
That means evil spirits are approaching you because you are angry with God. If your heart is full of hatred for the Creator, you can easily be approached by evil elements that are just scattered around. Even though we do not see them, I know they are just there and make you feel as if you are weak in belief in God.
We are all going to die. That said, that was just the beginning. So, I see no reason why you should be angry with God. There is a reason why he disappeared from this world. That is because he has finished his mission. And with the loss of your husband, that is where your resilience will be tested. You need to be courageous.
Do you have a child with your husband? If there is, he should be the one you take care of. You can't just keep mumbling there. All you have to do is accept the truth. Your husband is gone so move on. It is difficult to do that but it is necessary. Even if you say you have no children, you still need to get on with your life if you accept that you are alone.
Instead of continuing to hate God, let go of the anger you are feeling. I also think that your husband will not be satisfied if he finds you miserable so accept him without coming back. To make it easier for you to forget the pain you are feeling, entertain yourself. Do not lock yourself in a room and mumble and then you will curse God. Why the devil is really approaching you.
So, hopefully, while it's not too late, be okay. Do not stay in the dark. You need to find the light so that you do not experience any wonders. Go ahead if you have not forgiven, then those who make you feel will suddenly merge with your body. I hope you don't wait for that to happen again.
He is handsome enough
*Dear Marky,*
*Can my bf be my first boyfriend in the chat but we haven't met yet? Because for me, he is handsome enough in his profile picture. - Samantha*
Samantha,
If you answered him, yes he is your boyfriend. He is your first boyfriend. But, it's not that serious because you haven't met yet. It was as if you were in a relationship because you just needed each other. You both feel impatient. Perhaps you are too busy with your work or study so you do not have time to socialize with other people. That is why you found each other.
If you say you love each other, okay, that's what you believe. My only question is, how many months or years have you been chatting? Why haven't you met yet? Is it because you are too busy? If you are only here in the Philippines and not in a distant province, you can find a way to meet. That's it, you have to be careful. He is not a good person to talk to you in chat, he is a really good person. Although I do not intend to cast doubt on your heart, I still want to remind you that you need to be careful. A lot of crazy people roam and use the Internet or social media to cheat, So, you have to be observant of their profiles.
If your boyfriend is real, you should see pictures of his family and friends. If you only see his face and then only a few pictures of him, you will doubt him. That may be just a scam. So, I hope you are smart. Do not unite because you may end up being miserable. In case you didn't know, there are syndicates that build social media sites to steal.
Now if you firmly believe that ‘he is not fooling you, send him to your home. That's the only way you can be sure he's real. Never meet in a private place because if he is a bad person, he can easily do bad things to you.
If his intentions are as pure as yours, I can assure you that he will not oppose you if he goes home and gets to know your family. He will definitely enjoy it because he has the opportunity to be close to your loved ones.
Now if you are miles away from each other. ‘You are on both sides of the world, ask yourself how long have you been like that? You can't be content just seeing him in a picture or in a video chat. As a man who says he loves you, he should make a serious effort to get to know your family. When he does that, he can only say that he was really your boyfriend in the real sense then. However, it is different when you get to know each other better. You should not be satisfied just because he said "love you so much" and he is handsome.
***I thought of making this series for the broken-hearted to have a chance to release the pain they are feeling. So, if you are frustrated with love, it is better to just say a problem here so that I can advise you. I know it will help a lot then to make the pain you feel okay, in this series I will advise you on what I know and experience but the best way to release the pain is to pray and talk to God about what is best for you.***
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