Boracay episode

I was thinking how I was able to reorientate myself to the holiness of Jesus through the gospel texts. He said: “Provide neither gold, nor silver, nor brass in your purses, nor scrip for your journey, neither two coats, neither shoes, not yet staves: for the workman is worthy of his meat (KJV).”

I happen to recall things about these last April 2007 with one who saw me in Boracay. Actually that was already the 2^nd time of my journey round Boracay then Antique. Boracay is a little more than a hundred kilometers away from our hometown. I did have my pocket but there was nothing in it, and it was February 14, Valentines day! God told me “Go, therefore my child and preach the gospel, and bring nothing with you but your own self.”

I went to my religious associate and asked her if she could assist me with the expenses for a National Convention, which is precise. She said, that was very expensive but she could only share a Valentine Gift of a hundred pesos. Then I went to my Godmother to greet her Happy Valentine without asking for anything this time. She gave me a pen and a souvenir and two hundred pesos. In my travel, I had with me a brown Bible with markings in the pages.

In the jeepney, with which I travel along, with the three hundred pesos in my pocket, was my childhood best friend from a certain institution and his office mate. I was singing gospel songs along the way for there are only a few of us in the jeepney. At Caticlan Port they boarded separately. A fellow was kind enough to assist me board the motorboat by taking my hand. The boat was already full that I had no place to sit so I stood.

Then the Lord said to me through my heart, “It is time!” that I needed not ask Him what to say in simple words about. I placed my Bible between my feet and said to those boarding the boat, “Can I have the floor? Please lend me your ears.” That time before, I keep trying every time to relay the Word even without looking from the Bible, so I started to convey to those in the motorboat scripture to scripture without stating text’s numbers. And that’s how God spoke to the people through me.

My last statement was: Repent, for the Kingdom is at hand. God wants to tell something. He wants to convey and speak plainly of the Father for Jesus existing since the time in the mountain of the Lord that freed the Israelites from the bondage of Egypt and was in the wilderness being the Spirit that then dwelt in the Son (Isaiah 11:2) is the Father. Then in a loud voice I said, “Jesus is in the Father!” Of course it follows that he is also the Son by the Holy Spirit. Then in front of them as I avoid looking at these fellows I love and have loved since my affection for humanity grows in my heart, I grieved: “Lord,” I said, “why has thou prophesied to destroy the world, for it is beautiful? But I could not do anything for I have no hold in Thy power nor command I can muster.”

Teary eyed I hid my face from them. Then one said, “Jyo, take a seat here beside me for the current of water is strong and you might fall.” I was thankful that there was someone who cared for me, and he even knew my name. I remember one time when I was asked of my name, I burst out: “I don’t even know what role I play in this journey, how can I tell you of what I do not know?” Of course, there was only one I AM in John 8:58, and that is Jesus. I am completely different from him for he is God.

Here I pause for a prayer.

My heart is tearing, and my grief is sore. I don’t know about the nature of God but he opened my eyes as He opened their understanding that they might understand the scriptures (Luke 24:45).

I cannot continue, pardon me for my heart is breaking. That is how I love humanity, all of them regardless of religions and affiliations, even those that backbite, and stabbed me in the back. I love the students regardless of their background. I have friends in my Friendster as of press time. I share the gospel through my Blog in Friendster.

I’m like water, like air. But my mind is sharp and in my heart did I bear love for the inhabitants of this earth. I am enclosed as I am bare, but I expose myself to the world. Likewise, the love of my friends filled what I lack. They show me trails and I followed them. Nevertheless in the present time, I will show them the way.

“Come and See!” In my mind, I seem to hear Jesus saying! And beginning at Moses and all the prophets, he expounded unto them in all the scriptures the things concerning him (Luke 24:27). He sends to these people the promise of his Father till they worship him, and return to their Jerusalem.

Like John the Baptist who comes before Jesus was born, we can also say that our Lord is preferred before us, whose shoe’s latchet we are not worthy to unloose (John 1:27). Whoever drinks of the water shall thirst again, but the water He gives; in him is the well that springs from everlasting. Let us pause for silence and prayer.

Seemingly illusions

More than two thousand years ago, a Man was rumored as God. Born in Bethlehem, he possessed a strange spirit acclaimed as the spirit of his Father (Isaiah 11:2). He was queer and bizarre, because he was conceived by the so-called Holy Ghost through a woman, represented as the woman Israel, which though simple and quiescent, according to stories contemplated upon by the contemplatives in the doctrines of the contemporary desert fathers, was not conceived in sin by Anna, the wife of Joachim.

This woman who bore the child I may call as Jessie, was tagged as the Immaculate Conception, and was a loving cousin of Elizabeth who coincidentally was bearing in her womb a child, who would eventually eat locust as his meal and never tasted wine. He calls Herodias an adulteress and Herod a thief of his brother’s wife.

Thousands of years after, I existed here among the new generation and was likely sinful too. But I trust God that he would help me change the course of my journey. After all, He knows the proper time for him to subdue my misery. For the meantime, I content myself in being patient with the desert period of my life.

Eventually, a spiritist identified me indwelt with spirits in my confusing condition. He heard me answer his questions lamenting about my state of marketplace. This is maybe why some mistake me a strange man and thought I was different. I’m aware that I was the common topic of students. It would not differ with teachers and a few of other more people. However, I observed that I was loved and preferred by many a couple of years ago as a return to my love for them.

My God from a distance was watching me in joyful acquaintance and hilarious moments with students. He is consistent in believing the truth about how I felt for the humanity while a bit transcendent. I am likely mistaken by people around who could not understand me feeling concern for others and being involved with their activity. It seems to me that I am misunderstood as I am merged with the cosmos. That’s why some ridiculed me, except for those who captured my cosmic appearance creating intimacy.

However in the later stage of my journey, I was displeased as I become withdrawn feeling separation from the new generation though visible as I become quiet listening to their anguish and desperation of my cocoon period with me unable to respond to their accusations as I become carnal with my choices and turned sinful in some ways. I faithfully listened to them as out of my inconsiderate silence, I made them cruel enough with their pronouncements. There I understood what indifference silence could cause with them frustrated enough to help me.

To rely to this Jessie I love was to me like nourishing the sweetest perfume. He was called in the same name by a friend of mine who is a nun, that to her, Jessie in his childhood was found preaching in the temple at an early age answering the questions of teachers and doctors. He when found by his father and mother, declared to them that He was in His Father’s House and they ought not to bother looking for him.

Here I stop, and pause, and feel sad that I don’t want to continue this writing. Who am I? I’m not different but was also an ordinary man. I did not even have my yoga powers, except that my mind was opened to some seemingly illusions because I presumed as I felt it that my chakras erupted, as my kundalini that twirled burst.

I keep talking with my fellow seminarians in Tagaytay about certain movie stars Romnick and Sheryl who as celebrities stole the scene like the contemplatives. I was told that a certain religious order were allegedly ridiculing the Franciscans of praying before a banana tree till their knees hurt. Likewise this had disturbed me and I took it seriously.

Some don’t like me talking about religious things. A certain website would likely prevent me behaving this way. So, many times I switch to love and love stories though it somehow pollutes my mind and heart. There, I can be listened. On the other hand, I enjoy writing about love though I have no brain but as they classify in the site, I have plenty of charm. Many times, my audiences are women.

But here again, we are drawing away from the story of this so-called Jessie I love, that allegedly though he is completely human yet He is also absolutely Divine. Yes, you hear it clear. He is God. In him dwells the whole fullness of the deity bodily (Colossians 2:9). He is the image of the invisible God, the first born of all creatures (Colossians 1:15). And it pleased the Father that in him all the fullness should dwell (Colossians 1:19).

Some of my friends may not be comfortable with this. But I have no choice, this is my lot: to tell about God that I may help save souls. But I’m already tired like Jesus who dispensed his listeners and rested. He is completely human for he slept in the boat. He is absolutely God for he stills the storm and walks in water. Who is this Man that even the winds and the rain, and the sea obey him? He is no other than our God.

Here, I stop again for a prayer.