Confession: I have never really been a “watch” person. As a teen, if I needed to know what time it was, I’d look at a wall clock or my mobile phone. I thought watches were an accessory one wears in order to impress others, so I didn’t think about owning one back then.
But in 2015, I learned about Philip Stein’s Natural Frequency Technology, and how it could help someone like me with CHD. So, after working hard to get a basic one (thanks to the folks at L-Timestudio and their 50% discount) — I thought I’d try it. After almost two years, I’m finally sharing my personal experience (not a scientific study) with Philip Stein’s NFT. Continue reading “The frequency of natural healing”
PSEi closed really low again. A downward trend, after the highs and upward trends in the past 5 years until earlier this year. I don’t know anything about stock market “stuff”, but I do know that somehow, plenty of ordinary, hardworking Filipinos’ lives will be affected by it. The experts say the reason for the slump is the failed EU stimulus package.
However, here’s what I think: many foreign businessmen who are in control of those stocks, and are invested in businesses in my country, are watching whatever comes out of our public and social media outlets. They might be worried that change is coming in May 2016, and some might opt out before that happens. To them I plead: please don’t worry. My countrymen need your legitimate business to feed their families. Give us a chance to show you that you made the right choice in investing in my country, in the Filipino people.
Continue reading “Before we sleep tonight, just something to ponder on…”
I love to travel, and I like going out. One of the things hubby and I decided early on in our marriage is to travel a lot, whenever we can. Because making memories for our kids ranks among the best gifts we could ever give them. And we’re living proof that you don’t have to break the bank just to go to places you want to see: all it takes is prayer, faith and maintaining a positive attitude no matter what: setbacks are usually just steps back to a better path to your original destination. Continue reading “Officially a professional homebody”
Today is Shavuot for Israel, and Pentecost for followers of Yeshua. I don’t know when was the last time our calendars coincided, but to be celebrating on the same day this year, is something that really excites me. And it’s not about the abundance of cheese either (my family and I love cheese — all kinds of it, especially cheesecake!).
Today is important, because it was the day YHVH gave the Ten Commandments to the people of Israel. Many centuries later, He still affirms this and declared: “This is the new covenant I will make with the people of Israel on that day,” says YHVH. “I will put My instructions deep within them, and I will write them on their hearts. I will be their God, and they will be My people” (Jeremiah 31:33).
Continue reading “Happy anniversary, believers!”
It’s no secret to my family and friends — poems written in 5-7-5 syllable patterns are among my all-time favorites.
I have loved haiku
Since I was seven years old
And now I know why. Continue reading “The greatest haiku of all”
Two months since my last blog entry. I’ve been finding it difficult to write, not for lack of things to talk about, but because sometimes I think the more compassionate thing to do is to keep quiet. Continue reading “Infinitesimal moment of silence before the fireworks”
In the Latin Bible, Jesus Christ said to Mary after His resurrection, “Noli Me tangere…” (John 20:17). Inspired by these words, Dr. Jose Rizal penned a novel about the resurrection of the Filipino people, whose time had come to arise and forge a new destiny without the oppressive grip of Spain and her abusive padres.
This novel by our National Hero was crafted into a beautiful opera by National Artists Felipe P. De Leon and Guillermo Tolentino, circa 1957. A generation passed until this opera was staged in a foreign land, where philanthropists Loida Nicolas Lewis, Jerry Sibal and Edwin Josue heard the stirring music and lyrics in the mother tongue. The foreigners who listened to and watched the opera with them could not fully understand what the story meant—but for the Filipinos in the audience, the story was not lost, and the Motherland’s anguish was clear: Come to me, my sons, do not let me die.
Continue reading “Touch me not: a resurrection of the Filipino spirit”