“Go placidly amid the noise and the haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible, without surrender, be on good terms with all persons.” – Desiderata by Max Ehrmaan, 1927
TELL that to all those who are easily triggered and fire off curses on everything and anything on social media. Remind them that there is peace in silence, and it is in silence when we find our greatness.
Hiding content has been my course of action -- the Nuezca case, the Dacera case, I hid them all, and everything else before these. It was okay from the start, but the past few days, the sharing and the comments have become rabid, I couldn’t hide as fast and thus I got a glimpse of how we, as a people, have become -- mocking even the mother for how she grieves the death of her daughter.
I shudder and struggled to hide as many as I can.
We, as a people, lynch every person and situation online -- cursing, insulting, taunting. There’s so much anger, so much animosity over things that do not even have any bearing on one’s life. And then we wonder why our lives are taking a bad turn... There are those losing valuables to desperate people affected by the Covid, there are those who lost jobs and income opportunities, then there are those who are going through so much sufferings. But never did we find the connection between and among all these.
I’m known among friends as the person to go to when you want the rain to stop. It’s just something I’ve managed to do through my spiritual researches and stuff like that. Yesterday, as I prepared to go out, the sky has turned dark. So, I did my usual invocation and walked to the mall confident that it’s not going to rain until I get home. On the way out, the inconvenience of bringing out my QR code when my exit was blocked by the one in charge to scan it riled me. I knew it was the person’s job, it was just inconvenient!
As I exited, I noticed that drops of rain were starting to fall. I looked up the sky and whispered: “We had an agreement!”
To which a thought form replied: “It wasn’t you we had an agreement with.”
I realized, that yes, that wasn’t me who asked to be allowed to go to and from the mall without being rained down on. The one who asked was an amiable, spiritual Stella. The one who exited the mall was a person who allowed herself to be angered by something trivial. I took deep breaths, apologized to the forces of the Universe and walked home. It didn’t rain.
For a predominantly Catholic/Christian nation, we are losing the power that the Bible we profess to be the foundation of our faith have long said we have been bequeathed with as children of God. Sad.
Earlier, at the pet shop where I bought replacement milk formula, the shop attendant was telling the cashier: “This is going to be a very heavy rainfall.” The cashier replied: “It will definitely be.”
They professed it, and it shall be. Except that I said not.
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