I watched Odd Thomas and I found it a struggle to avoid
comparing the movie to the book. I just finished reading it the other day.
As a reader I was deeply moved and
as a writer I was really impressed with its effortless grace. I've read a lot
of Dean Koontz's novels and this is what I liked best. I like Anton Yelchin as
Odd. The film is fine on the main elements except for Odd basking in the media
spotlight which is totally out of character.
I think the people behind the film
are not aware of how deep the story really is. They didn't include Terri, the
owner of the restaurant where Odd works as a short order cook; and they reduced
Odd's mentor Ozzie to a tasteless cameo. These are two of Odd's emotional and
psychological anchors. I had John Goodman and Michelle Pfeiffer in my mental
movie version. I would consider it a great privilege to have people like them
in my own life.
I can relate to the way Odd has
created a simple and quiet life for himself. He is surrounded by people who
love him even if he is different from every else.
February 13, 2015, Friday
It was Friday the 13th as I was reading Robert Louis
Stevenson's 1886 horror classic Dr. Jeckyl and Mr. Hyde near midnight of
"The creature who crept into
my house that night," as Lanyon wrote to Utterson, "was, on Jekyll's own confession, known by the name
of Hyde and hunted for in every corner of the land as the murderer of
My priority from now on is to find alignment with the source
energy of the universe. I'm a soul. I'm a being of vibration. I won't even
think too much about it anymore. If I concentrate on what I want, it brings my
vibrations to the fact that I don't have it.
I will just let them come as I
release all negative vibrations that are holding them back. This is the lesson
I'm taking in today from Abraham after listening in to one of Esther Hicks'
seminars as I went online to unwind.
I've published the original version
of my short story "A Thousand Summers" as a series which will appear
every Saturday. Today is the third episode. My video streams of my favorite
songs from The Beatles, the Across The Universe series, will run
every Wednesday starting this week with "Here Comes The Sun" as the
I watched the Filipino films Lola
(about an old woman in a world infested with zombies) and Siopao (about a young
man who teaches a little boy how to read) from the Asian short film site
Viddsee.com. I stayed long enough to refresh my spirit with inspirational
videos but not too long as to overwhelm my mind with sensory overload.
March 22, 2015
I was at the public library on Jones Avenue again yesterday.
I sat on one of the sofas as I read the Reader's Digest
Into The Unknown classic coffee table book
I remember first reading it when I
was in grade school. It is actually one of the reasons for my lifelong study of
Instead of ghosts and witchcraft, I
focused on mystical healing, reincarnation and out-of-body
experiences. In the stories on mysterious ancient monuments, I felt the
familiar emotional resonance whenever I see images of Stonehenge and the
gigantic statues of Easter Island.
When people ask me why I left the capital and chose to live
in the province, I would always say it's because "angels brought me
That is the truth in the highest
sense. There was somebody who popped that question just when I was feeling
"I was looking for something
and I found it here," I said simply. "Then I decided to stick around.
I made new friends. I got a house in the city. I found a job and here I
They thought I was talking about
finding romantic love. That would come later. What I really meant was that I
found healing for my emotional wounds.
I felt it as I swam far out alone in the
sea every night. It was a sense of knowing that I
have in me the spark of the divine from my Creator, that my inner being
transcends the pain I was going through at that time, and that I can rise above
whatever else that will come my way.
I asked my Higher Self why people are so greedy. I seemed
to have lost our telepathic link. Or my mind is too clouded
to hear him.
I just got some of my other stuff
from my apartment. The former landlord has opened my room even though
I'm paid until June. I asked for the money he borrowed but he said he's still
waiting for the new boarder to pay. He can't understand that he can't give the
room to anybody yet. He cannot even see that and I transferred because I'm so disgusted by his greed.
I believe the human race is worth saving if it's on the brink of destruction, like a zombie invasion similar in World War Z, but it's an entirely different thing to expect people do what is right all the time, and to be emotionally dependent on their actions as the basis of your inner peace. There will always be those who just give humanity a bad name.
That night, I sat at the park in Ormoc, stunned by the
unbelievably clear water of the bay. It has been more than a decade after the
tragic flood that almost decimated the entire town.
I bought a balut duck egg from a
young vendor. I remember always eating balut in the early 90s in Novaliches
when I first began living on my own. I was then 14 years old, immediately just
before I worked as a waiter in an all-the-way club in Sapang Palay where a
dancer almost twenty years my senior initiated me in the ways of the flesh.
I arrived in Cebu, the final
destination for my magical mystery tour, as dawn came. A new day in a new land!
I went to Cebu for pure wanderlust
but it has become more of a spiritual journey. I fell in love with the place.
Nothing spectacular; there's just something that made me want to stay longer.
At the same time, I also had semi-new painful experiences that I swore will
never happen. I won't go into details but I have to write that down because
this was a significant turning point in my life.
Jonathan Aquino's Journals
March 16, 2015, Monday
This is the last day of my membership at the gym and I made
the best of it. I start on my last office gig this coming Wednesday. As soon as
I get settled I'll find the right place to build my shop with my own gym and
recording studio outside the city.
I bought six books today: My Twelve
Years With John F. Kennedy by Evelyn Lincoln, Echoes From Medieval Halls: Past
Life Memories From The Middle Ages by Barbara Lane, An Outline of American
Geography by Earl N. Mittleman, The Human Zoo by Desmond Morris, I Remember Bud
Wilkinson by Mike Towle and Chicken Soup For The Golfer's Soul by Jack
Canfield, Mark Victor Hansen, Jeff Aubery and Mark and Chrissy Donnelly. I'll wake up at dawn tomorrow and
run then I'll spend the entire day at home and read.