Living the Yogini

It's been three days in Puerto Galera. This place is simply lovely. My room by a cliff. The sound of waves. Children playing by the beach. Trees all around me. Cool salt air. Delicious plant-based food. Yoga with 180-degree bay view. Five huge African dogs. Treks up Mt. Halcon. Waterfalls reachable on foot. An organic farm. Mangyan communities. Chats on eastern traditions. Soulful nights. Quiet moments. Oh, these precious hours. And then there's hot chocolate.

// 31 Aug 2019

Earth Is Not Dying

Nopes, she's not.

She's just going through some sort of post-traumatic stress disorder. Like a lady who's just given birth and she has to give her all to the baby. Whether she wants the baby or not.

In this case, earth gave birth to a monster. The monster that is consumerism. (Correct me if I am wrong.) But methinks the obsession to the material has blurred out the sacred aspect of being here on this planet.

To be here, of course, is not to be corrupt, but selfish.

Before we came here our souls decided to be material. To experience the highest expression of love in texture and form and music that it cuts groves in the flesh of memory.

Soul is memory but more like a sophisticated and intuitive software. That can be cleared and coded with a little manuscript. Everything is so simple and yet so complicated.

And yet love anchors everything to an order. Divine order. It transmutes everything from profane to a whiteness. Purity. Bliss.

I know this 'cos I've experienced it. Most times I feel this robe of energy around me, especially after doing yoga; it's so subtle it's like a mood with five-dimensions of content.

There are colors and blobs (white, black, transparent) and each of these are packets of information.

When I'm in deep meditation, vipassana, I touch these things with my mind, tuned into unconditional love, so I can read them without judgment. Without that sort of love, unconditional, the information is inaccessible or distorted.

The same goes with nature. Everything hidden is laid out before us in broad daylight. Look deeply and all is oneness. We're part of it, in a supernatural way.

All the secret order here is wired with the most exquisite design of godliness, spaciousness, simplicity. I've never experienced anything more profound.

SO ANYWAY. So much darkness is spreading all over cyberspace, like how the earth is perpetually collapsing, what with the three-week unstoppable fire in the Amazon and everything.

But I think there is a secret trapdoor out of this madness. Here are some things I've done that worked for me:

  1. Anchor to the soul. What's your energy signature? Everything else is irrelevant.
  2. Simplify. Minimize to the bare bones. But not to the point of starvation.
  3. Consider plant-based. The animal production industry is the #1 poison of the planet. (It's murdering the Amazon.)
  4. Meditate. Empty your mind until all is transmuted. We are alchemists.
  5. Feed your soul with light. Nature. Sweet awesome goodness that makes you weep.

I just needed to turn my thoughts into gold and everything else is affected. It's a selfless selfish act.

All is one being. One tiny change affects everything, spread out into the far future. It's pretty kool to know everything that exists out there is already inside us. Just imagine and things come true like magic.

Now I've got a bit of a problem.

I need to leave my country and surrender myself again to a life on the road. For some reason, something's stuck in me and I can't leave. I don't know what's up with this.

I need to continue my quest, see all the timeless spaces of my wonderful planet, and fall in love again with everything.

The road is life. There lies all I've been meaning to find. I just need my ignition.

// 24 Aug 2019


My psyche is split in two:
I do not know who I am
or who I must be really.

In my head I am irrational;
in my heart I am rational.
It confuses me who I am.

Three years has passed
since my soul descended
from head to heart.

Yes, here. (Pats mid-ribs,
the crossroads
at breastbone central.)

Down here it is different.
Here reigns love. As does pain,
immeasurably just the same.

Though it persists how love rains
liberally, without end.
The universe does arrange itself.

// 06 Aug 2019

Find the Deathless

Made my first watercolor painting today.

This one is based on my fave sunset spot, Coron.

Maybe I'll make a poem about this later? Eh, what's the point??

// 28 Jun 2019

Near Death Experience

About three weeks ago, I went on a trance for five days and five nights.

AGAIN: The blue beings.

There was this one pair who came down to me and presented in unbelievable art, passion, detail, and wisdom, the story of maya.

In the eastern tradition, this is what's called "the illusion". More specifically, the things that distract us, the fears that keep us from expanding, or simply put, the veil that locks us in the human body.

For a moment I thought I was having what would doctors call a manic attack.

But how it came to me, I was just rendered speechless for five days, for the blue pair was no other than the Hindu gods Krishna and Kali, split from one blue body.

I cried so much by how deep, intricate, and mind-blowing it all was that all I'm left with is an aftershock of awe.

The material world dimmed as they came into my field of vision as expressions of light, explaining visually and theatrically, the dance of the twin flames, the essence of the heiros gamos, the secrets of the soul, the bliss and goodness in the universe, and the unity of all consciousness.

Above all, they showed me the very fabric of divine love and how this keeps everything in the universe (actually multi-universe), including mankind and other multi-dimensional beings on and off earth, in a harmony so complex and so incredibly beautiful and intuitively alive that I wept.

Overnight, a rhythm in my soul arrived and I started writing poetry.

Poetry was alien to me, except for a few required exercises in the university. But I thought I'd capture the whole experience in the months to come, because writing is the fastest and only way I know how to express this. I accepted the facts:

That, like music and art, poetry is the language of the soul.
That wisdom, beauty, and light deserve the same harmonic structure as the stars.
And that I am, in the simplest and oldest sense of the word, inspired.

Death, when it came to me, had a blow of pain, but that was that. The gods asked me to surrender completely my mind, this human field of thought, that's swept up so many untrue beliefs about life, death, the soul, everything, from the moment we were born.

And then I understood: That death is not real. That fear is not real. That the afterlife actually is too good to be true.

I feel deeply indebted to these blue beings whom I initially dishonored. Thank you for teaching me the truth. Everything I need to know I have become.

Wherever I am, I am on the right path after all.

// 23 May 2019