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Talking To God

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Saturday Stories November 24, 2018

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I used to wonder what I'll say if I could ask God one question. My ideas ran from "Why am I here?" to "Why do bad things happen to good people?" One day, I was at the public library near Fuente OsmeƱa. I was getting a book from the shelf, then I realized I've taken the one next to it – "Conversations With God: An Uncommon Dialogue," Book 2, by Neale Donald Walsh. "This book," he says, "has arrived in your life at the right and perfect time." I felt what I can only describe as "resonance." Soon, through a series of what I can only describe as "synchronicity," I got my own copies of Books 1, 2 and 3 – and I was able to hear the messages on a deeper level.

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Some will say it's just a fantasy. Neale asked about it, and God told him: "You will know these words are from Me because you, of your own accord, have never spoken so clearly. Had you already spoken so clearl…

Listening To Angels

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Saturday Stories November 17, 2018

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One of the most inspiring stories I've ever known is about the Russian scientist Dr. George Rodonaia. I first knew him in Are We Listening To Angels? The Next Step In Understanding Angels In Our Lives by Robert J. Grant when I read it about three years ago. Rodonaia was assassinated by the KGB in 1976 – and on the third day, he rose from the dead. He literally woke up in the morgue as the embalmers were about to cut him open.

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Then, last year, I met him again in "Life After Life," a spiritually uplifting documentary about near-death experiences featuring Dr. Raymond Moody. I saw it on YouTube while looking for something else, and it happened at a crucial time in my life – when I was beginning to learn that there are no coincidences in the universe. I felt so happy when I read about Rodonaia's experiences while he was dead. It's not easy to explain why I know, with absolute certainty, he was not making it up. No one can fake…

Why I Am Not Scared To Die

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Saturday Stories November 10, 2018

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I want to die like Luke Skywalker. I would be at the top of a mountain, gazing out into my beloved ocean, a witness to the most spectacular sunset in the world. My clothes would fall on the ground as my physical body disappears and becomes at One with The Force – if that is not too much to ask. 
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I know that some people think of death as "morbid." Their logic is: whatever you talk about, you call it to yourself. I get that. So they don't talk about death – but they complain about life all the time. I am not afraid of death, though I'd like stay for a bit  I'm happy and I live a meaningful life, so I'd rather stay longer. But if it is my time to die, then I'm ready – even if it comes at this very instant. I find it amazing that some people think in extremes – either you completely ignore the subject of death, or you mentioned it because you are suicidal.

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A friend and I were talking about posterity a couple of wee…

In The Arms of The Angels

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Saturday Stories  November 3, 2018

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I want to share a story I never told anyone before. It happened on July 2007 in Avenida, or Rizal Avenue, in Manila. It was around nine in the evening. I was walking from the Santa Cruz district to Tayuman, on the way to the funeral of one of my closest and most loyal friends. Then in the corner of Mayhaligue, four men tried to mug me. They just walked up from behind and surrounded me. One had a knife just below my right rib. They took me in front of a locked establishment where it was dark, and pinned me to the accordion gate.

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I have kept it a secret all these years. Why? Because it is totally unbelievable. If it hadn't happen to me, I may not have believed it myself. First, I felt so calm, my mind was so quiet, that emotions seemed irrelevant. And second, and even more inexplicable, is that they just went away. Yes, they just suddenly walked away. I did not do nor say anything. They also said nothing and did nothing, not even to reach int…