Erle Frayne Argonza
Pleasant day to everyone!
Natural healing therapies are rising. This is part of the overall wave of new trends, as people become more conscious of their health. Health is both wellness and sickness, and the wellness side is rising faster than the curative. The reason is simple: given scarce resources at hand and the choice is to opt for just one (wellness or sickness?), a person would prefer to invest on wellness than sickness.
Among the natural therapies that respond to the wellness challenge is pranic healing. Its effectiveness depends on the ailment concerned. Being among the topics taken up with my mystical group by our guru facilitator in 1994, I know for a fact that pranic healing’s intervention is in the electromagnetic or EM system of a person. The EM comprises of the aura-etheric-light bodies.
If one gets minor laceration on the skin, which creates a wound as capillaries in the area get opened up, it would be silly to suggest pranic healing on this simple ailment. The bio-physical body received a mere 5-centimeter laceration, which is superficial and not really deep, it will not even require bandage much more for a suture. All this small wound requires is a liquid treatment such as betadine.
However, when the ailment is cancer, or psychological disorder (e.g. depression), pranic healing would be a fitful method of intervention. Psychic attacks (e.g. witchcraft, sorcery, black magic) induce deep wounds in the astral body and must be healed right away, for failure to do so, the energies within will be sucked out in uncontrolled drain, thus inducing other ailments on the body and possibly leading to physical death.
Being a mystic, I was trained to depower psychic attackers (invisible entities, black magicians, sorcerers), and must perform this first before applying pranic healing treatment on a victim. This is the rule here for the healer: never heal the wounds without depowering the victimizer. If folks out there feel that a close relative is under attack, they have to contact a mystic or shaman right away to find out indeed whether such an attack is taking place, rather than go straight to a pranic healer unless the latter is also a shaman or mystic.
Cancer is caused by imbalances in the EM system. I already echoed this in seminars where I was tasked to speak before, facing audiences of health experts. In a pranic healing workshop sponsored by the College of Nursing of the University of the Philippines, where I was guest workshop lecturer, I clarified that cancer begins with EM imbalances, and then impacts on the bio-physical body. Therefore, the best methods of treatment would be EM-intervention methods notably pranic healing. The participants, numbering past 150, were unbelievably open to the new diagnostics, with nary an antipathetic or counter-theory smart aleck at all.
Being no career healer then, I only used pranic healing very occasionally. I often used it for my favorite intervention: psychosocial counseling. When a person (I hate to use the term ‘patient’ that sounds toxic!) faces me with a depression, and the depression is past the 1-month occurrence, s/he is in a ‘danger zone’, and so I first of all administer pranic healing. The purpose is to detoxify the person first, so that we can both connect to each other. Inter-connection is important between healer and client for the intervention to take effect. After applying pranic healing for 10 minutes, the person becomes more relaxed, more focused, and in a better mood to articulate the problem-situation s/he faces.
I still remember a former student at the university, a girl majoring in development studies, in the mid-90s. I heard from her friends that she was already on her 3rd month of on-and-off depression, and that made me so alarmed at her condition. She was now on the breakpoint of a nervous breakdown, and before that would ever happen,
I requested her pals (my fraternity sisters) to get her to me pronto.
She was a phlegmatic personality type and isn’t prone to talking to formal authority figures about her predicaments. But hearing the news from my fraternity sisters that I can do healing (pranic and counsel), she considered this option. Within hours from the urgent call, she came, and we chat in the front gardens of our college building (plants have healing effects).
She then narrated her tragic love life, her on-and-off quarrel and split with her boyfriend. It was the girl who split up all of the time. Finally peeved by the break-up ritual where he was at the losing end, the boyfriend decided to call it quits and then chose to date another girl. Hopeful that he would come back, but seeing the other girl with him, made my client badly depressed. He never came back, and so I had to do some numerology and intuitive analysis to find out whether he will come back.
But before doing the numerology, I administered pranic healing. I simply cannot let her go after that session without detoxification. She felt so relieved after that. And she talked better. The numerology and yogic intuition than made me forecast that the boy won’t come back again, and explained that track. I then encouraged her to simply move on and find another boy from a very large population of boys in Manila anyway.
That counsel session lasted two (2) hours. It was a highly revealing and instructive one. Having taken off the dense energies (I can sense her feel lighter and her aura was clean), she then declared to follow my counsel. Every week since that time, I would follow her progress through her pals (frat sisters), and they did report positively her progress. Two months later she was dating a new guy, her depression fully gone.
For the pranic healers out there, maybe you can put pranic healing on your agenda for method of intervention too. Same goes for psychologists doing clinical and counseling tasks. Pranic healing is very effective a tool for restoring psychic balance, this is assured.
[Writ 15 June 2008, Quezon City, MetroManila]
Saturday, May 22, 2010
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
YOGA HEALS BIPOLAR DISORDER
Erle Frayne D. Argonza
Magandang araw! Good day!h
I will shed light today about the healing therapy for bipolar disorder. I’m sure the bipolar personalities among you readers would find this news gladdening enough. The cure comes from yoga, and yes, it does heal the disorder completely, thus enabling the person to stop the bouts of schizophrenia.
To clarify first of all, bipolar disorder of BiP can be cured only by the sick person concerned. It takes a personal decision, really high levels of determination and fidelity to self-integration methods, for a person to get out of that cul de sac called schizophrenia. Without that willingness, a bipolar, more so the one who regresses into childhood, may find the regressed state so addictive that s/he may become ambivalent about a total healing for the ailment, whether this ambivalence is conscious or unconscious.
Pal, you are your own Savior, remember this always. Even against demonic beings only you can be saved from them when you get attacked. And a schizophrenic normally gets to be attacked by a team of demons as huge a size as a platoon of evil predators who use you to suck your Light from out of you while you remain helpless. Save yourself, and forge that will to save yourself.
To begin with, learn to do yoga meditation. And I mean the Meditation method, with that capital M. Not the physical yoga (hatha) that can only embroil you in another addiction (physicalism) and eventually reinforce your self-addicting childhood regression as a BiP. Best to learn it from a yogi, the better if a Teacher of the Path. If you can do with self-learning methods, then please look at my article archives for the lessons on yoga.
Next, if you are ready, and I mean really psychologically prepared and not just take this lesson as a curiosity, then please do the following (for your own sake):
• BASIN. Procure a basin, small but deep enough that will allow you to deep your feet into it. Green colored basin would be good, though purple would be better as this is the color of healing. Remember, you must use this basin solely for the healing and not to wash your dishes, clothes, or other tasks. This must be a DEDICATED basin, to stress a bit.
• WATER. Once you have the basin with you, pour tap water into it. I’m sure you know what ‘tap water’ is. Pour sufficiently to ensure that both of your feet can get dipped into the content, filling up till 6 inches up from the bottom at least.
• SALT. Apply two (2) spoonfuls of salt on the water. Use rock salt preferably. Salt is good at neutralizing and/or absorbing negative vibrations.
• NORTH/EAST. During the healing meditation, face either North or East for better results. Maximize on the energies from those cardinal points. In case you’re not sure where this is (e.g. you’re residing in a high rise condominium), then buy a compass. That will give you the direction, okey?
• YOGA POSITION. Sit on a chair or stool in a most comfortable post. Follow your meditation procedures taught to you. The asana (hand position) here is unique. But first, condition yourself in a relaxed mood, pray before you meditate (if you follow this step), be focused.
• HAND POSITION 1. While in relaxed, focused state, dangle your right arm—with open palm directed North or East (whichever point you face)—down to your right leg position. Simultaneously, rest your left arm—with open palm facing upwards—on your left lap. The palms must be FULLY OPEN, to stress a bit. Meditate in this position for ten (10) minutes.
• HAND POSITION 2. Change asanas. Lift up your left arm—with open palm facing your front body area—till it gets pass your shoulder in vertical position. Simultaneously, rest your right arm—with open palm facing upwards—on your right lap. Meditate on this position for ten (10) minutes.
• LAST ROUND OF MEDITATION. Get back to hand position 1 and meditate for five (5) minutes in this position. Then, get back to hand position 2, and meditate in this position for an equal five (5) minutes.
• REGULAR BREATH/DISPOSE WATER. After the healing session, go back to regular breathing for at least seven (7) minutes. As soon as you’re back in your regular breathing and frequency mode, you can stand up and throw away the water you used as this contains a humungous amount of dark energies. Let me stress: THROW THE WATER AWAY and don’t use this to water plants or drink for pets or any other use. It is of no use, full of dense, negative energies.
Keep on meditating on this asanas for months or even years. The rationale is that this yoga technique will help you to coordinate the two (2) lobes of your brain. Bipolar disorder is synonymous with dis-coordination between the left and right brain lobes, so increasing their coordination and interface (to use cybernetics terminology) will redound to stabilizing you mentally, socially, and emotionally.
With that coordination improved, you will be on the road to total healing. When you’re healed, you can decide to cut down this exercise to just twice a week for six (6) months. Then, move it down further to just once a week for the rest of your life. This is now more of a preventive medicine exercise, “para sigurado” as we say it in Filipino.
That’s it, Pal, this lesson is for free and I hope you to share it to other folks out there even if you’re no bipolar yourself. The point is, no ailment is without cure. That healing starts and ends with yourself in it. Always start with that will to heal yourself. For bipolar persons out there who’d want to try this track, good luck to your self-healing work. Amen.
[Writ 16 May 2008. Quezon City, MetroManila]
Magandang araw! Good day!h
I will shed light today about the healing therapy for bipolar disorder. I’m sure the bipolar personalities among you readers would find this news gladdening enough. The cure comes from yoga, and yes, it does heal the disorder completely, thus enabling the person to stop the bouts of schizophrenia.
To clarify first of all, bipolar disorder of BiP can be cured only by the sick person concerned. It takes a personal decision, really high levels of determination and fidelity to self-integration methods, for a person to get out of that cul de sac called schizophrenia. Without that willingness, a bipolar, more so the one who regresses into childhood, may find the regressed state so addictive that s/he may become ambivalent about a total healing for the ailment, whether this ambivalence is conscious or unconscious.
Pal, you are your own Savior, remember this always. Even against demonic beings only you can be saved from them when you get attacked. And a schizophrenic normally gets to be attacked by a team of demons as huge a size as a platoon of evil predators who use you to suck your Light from out of you while you remain helpless. Save yourself, and forge that will to save yourself.
To begin with, learn to do yoga meditation. And I mean the Meditation method, with that capital M. Not the physical yoga (hatha) that can only embroil you in another addiction (physicalism) and eventually reinforce your self-addicting childhood regression as a BiP. Best to learn it from a yogi, the better if a Teacher of the Path. If you can do with self-learning methods, then please look at my article archives for the lessons on yoga.
Next, if you are ready, and I mean really psychologically prepared and not just take this lesson as a curiosity, then please do the following (for your own sake):
• BASIN. Procure a basin, small but deep enough that will allow you to deep your feet into it. Green colored basin would be good, though purple would be better as this is the color of healing. Remember, you must use this basin solely for the healing and not to wash your dishes, clothes, or other tasks. This must be a DEDICATED basin, to stress a bit.
• WATER. Once you have the basin with you, pour tap water into it. I’m sure you know what ‘tap water’ is. Pour sufficiently to ensure that both of your feet can get dipped into the content, filling up till 6 inches up from the bottom at least.
• SALT. Apply two (2) spoonfuls of salt on the water. Use rock salt preferably. Salt is good at neutralizing and/or absorbing negative vibrations.
• NORTH/EAST. During the healing meditation, face either North or East for better results. Maximize on the energies from those cardinal points. In case you’re not sure where this is (e.g. you’re residing in a high rise condominium), then buy a compass. That will give you the direction, okey?
• YOGA POSITION. Sit on a chair or stool in a most comfortable post. Follow your meditation procedures taught to you. The asana (hand position) here is unique. But first, condition yourself in a relaxed mood, pray before you meditate (if you follow this step), be focused.
• HAND POSITION 1. While in relaxed, focused state, dangle your right arm—with open palm directed North or East (whichever point you face)—down to your right leg position. Simultaneously, rest your left arm—with open palm facing upwards—on your left lap. The palms must be FULLY OPEN, to stress a bit. Meditate in this position for ten (10) minutes.
• HAND POSITION 2. Change asanas. Lift up your left arm—with open palm facing your front body area—till it gets pass your shoulder in vertical position. Simultaneously, rest your right arm—with open palm facing upwards—on your right lap. Meditate on this position for ten (10) minutes.
• LAST ROUND OF MEDITATION. Get back to hand position 1 and meditate for five (5) minutes in this position. Then, get back to hand position 2, and meditate in this position for an equal five (5) minutes.
• REGULAR BREATH/DISPOSE WATER. After the healing session, go back to regular breathing for at least seven (7) minutes. As soon as you’re back in your regular breathing and frequency mode, you can stand up and throw away the water you used as this contains a humungous amount of dark energies. Let me stress: THROW THE WATER AWAY and don’t use this to water plants or drink for pets or any other use. It is of no use, full of dense, negative energies.
Keep on meditating on this asanas for months or even years. The rationale is that this yoga technique will help you to coordinate the two (2) lobes of your brain. Bipolar disorder is synonymous with dis-coordination between the left and right brain lobes, so increasing their coordination and interface (to use cybernetics terminology) will redound to stabilizing you mentally, socially, and emotionally.
With that coordination improved, you will be on the road to total healing. When you’re healed, you can decide to cut down this exercise to just twice a week for six (6) months. Then, move it down further to just once a week for the rest of your life. This is now more of a preventive medicine exercise, “para sigurado” as we say it in Filipino.
That’s it, Pal, this lesson is for free and I hope you to share it to other folks out there even if you’re no bipolar yourself. The point is, no ailment is without cure. That healing starts and ends with yourself in it. Always start with that will to heal yourself. For bipolar persons out there who’d want to try this track, good luck to your self-healing work. Amen.
[Writ 16 May 2008. Quezon City, MetroManila]
Sunday, May 16, 2010
HEALTH & WELLNESS: PROMOTING LONGEVITY, PROSPERITY, HARMONY
Erle Frayne D. Argonza
Magandang araw! Good day!
For this piece I will tackle a topic that has been at the heart of my formulas for my successes in my various endeavors: good health. To those who are not familiar with me, visualize from your side a middle aged man who is quite muscular, moves with verve and suave, carries a tireless demeanor, and looks like somebody in his early 30s. Save for my graying hair, which is okay because today sporting white hair is a fad, one may not mistake me for what my age really is: late 40s. What is my secret formula for looking younger, be continuously energetic, and generally exhibit good health?
Good health is itself comparable to wealth. We are accustomed to wishing about good health aside from prosperity every end of the year as part of our rituals to welcome the coming New Year. It is indeed a remarkable ritualizing act to include good health among our wishes or goals for any particular year. The simple reason is that without good health, we will fail in our goal of attaining good wealth for any particular period. What good will it do to a person who owns billions worth of assets if s/he is sick more than half of the 365 days of the year? Our simplified thesis is: good health precedes wealth.
By good health I mean not exclusively the absence of disease or dis-ease. More universally, good health means total wellness or well-being. Good health denotes manifesting balance and harmony, stability and functionality in all the facets of our life: bio-physical, emotional, social, mental, and spiritual. When balance turns to imbalance, harmony turns to turbulence, stability turns to instability, and functionality turns to dysfunctional state, then ill health is the general result. So, the stress in my perspective of health is on attaining wellness, based on the wellness model rather than the sickness model.
The person will have to choose between the two paradigms: wellness or sickness? There is so much stress on the sickness side of the health equation and to be on the wellness side means one is attuned to a counter-culture. And that’s what I always like: the counter-cultural. Having grown up as an iconoclast, deconstructionist radical, I always have a feeling of high when I smash commonly accepted or orthodox wisdom. And I am today feeling victorious, being among the wellness paradigm advocates, because the equation is now moving closer to the wellness side. It is now certain that in just couples of years away the wellness side will surpass the sickness side of the health formula worldwide.
Economically, the question is: if you have a given amount of money to expend for and invest in health, will you spend it for wellness or for sickness purposes? If you are so obsessed with doing away with sickness, and you do so by amassing investments in medicare or health welfare, and that you wish there were as many hospitals as there are good doctors and health professionals in your area for you to run to in case of illness, then you better know where you are in the equation: fixated to sickness model. Mind you, if you only have ways to investigate my investments right now, you can authenticate this well: I hardly have investments for sickness, not even as private health insurance, save for those funds deducted from my salaries during my years of employee history. But every month, without let up, I spend money on wellness practices.
Not only that, I do go some extra miles advocating for the wellness paradigm. I wasn’t originally trained as a health professional, not even in my fields where I could have opted to become a health sociologist and health economist, yet early in my life I found the wisdom along the way to invest time, effort and money for wellness purposes. I had near-death experiences then as a child suffering from chronic nephritis (kidney ailment) and as a young professional who contracted falciparum malaria. The debilitations caused by those experiences were enough to waken me up, challenge me and set my goal never again to fall prey to ailments. And the formula was not on the sickness side, because I really hate hospitals that smack of the ambience of Grim Ripper. The answer to my periodic health problems reclined more on the wellness side.
The results were simply astounding! Not only did I gain good health and general wellness, but quite late in my life I re-invented myself to become a competitive powerlifting athlete. I was a sickly boy till age 14, an experience that barred me largely from becoming an achiever in athletics. But I never got discouraged by the failures, and always visualized myself to shift from my frail and thin frame to a muscular, athletic frame one day. And it happened, as I discovered the efficacy and beauty of weight training exercises when I was aged 30 more or less. At ages 31-33 I was very active in the powerlifting world, and was winning medals at the national level of competitions. Were it not that I had to undergo tonsillectomy at age 33, I could have climbed to international athlete status and slugged it out among the champions of Asia’s powerlifting circuits. I lost my competitive edge after three (3) months of post-surgical rest, but I never lost my love for powerlifting that I still conduct today as a strengthening and health-sustaining practice.
Let me now share to you my formula for sustaining good health and wellness. My macrobiotic side of health has been quite perfect along my biographical trail, though sometimes this gets disturbed by sinusitis and allergy-related problems. Given my good macrobiotic condition, I can focus fully well on addressing the microbiotic side of my condition: the specific organs or tissues. So far my lingering micro problems are my sinus-throat-bronchial areas and my heart. I attack the problem more as a preventive medical practice, though sometimes I do have to medicate as curative practice, with medication largely using alternatives such as herbal-organic formulation that now abound in the country.
Let me go over my practices item by item:
• Diet Formula. Strictly follow the athlete’s macrobiotic formula of 65-20-15: 65% carbohydrates, 20% protein, and 15% fats. Sustain this with high fibers (vegetables and fruits). On the microbiotic level, sustain health with food supplements, with strict observance of herbals & organics for multivitamins, ascorbic acid, omega 3 (for heart) and garlic pills (heart & allergic rhinitis control). I honestly found the Nutrilite preparations as the best food supplement set. Those fried breakfast foods, junk food and the greasy fast-food things are a no-no in my regimen. And at night, preferably fish or vegetarian meal should be taken, with just a cup of rice or equivalent of bread or noodles as staples. Milk every morning has been a must for calcium and other nutrients, with mixed nuts or peanuts to go along with breakfast. As a tip from sports science, I alternate my staples in order to avoid allergies (one of my congenital weaknesses).
• Physical Exercise. For 4 mornings in a week, I do my exercise regimen of powerlifting. Incidentally, in Manila, there is hardly any neighborhood today that doesn’t have a gym nearby, so rain or shine I ‘report for duty’ to my neighborhood gym (PRO Gym inside the U.P. Hotel). Even on Signal No. 3, with gusty winds almost knocking out trees, for as long as the gym is open, I report for exercise. I’m on a split routine program…I support this with some walking regimen of around one (1) hour at least once a week. Not brisk walking which stresses sugar burning, but rather moderate pace of even slow strolls to emphasize fat burning. …Body massage at least once a month is also a nice reinforcement practice.
• Water Therapy. Upon waking up in the morning, after my yoga meditation (which comes first), I drink a glass of warm water to expel gases. Drink a mug of coffee as stimulant, then drink milk-choco to go with my breakfast. Water comes again 2 hours after a meal, with last glass of water 30 minute before the next meal. 1 glass of water is around for my night’s sleep, which I drink around past midnight. All in all, around 18-20 glasses of water in a day, including those used for coffee, milk, and herbal teas. After breakfast and dinner, I clean my throat and sinus with saline water, warm yet soothing to the throat-sinus areas: 2 glasses to as mouth-throat gurgle, and 4 glasses for my sinus (I ‘pump’ the water into my sinus and then take it out, and then drain the excess water after the ritual is done).
• Herbal Tea Detoxification. At night, to go with my dinner, I drink 2 glasses or mugs of herbal tea to wash away the excess sugar, amino acids, and toxins. Sometimes when I don’t feel good due to excess sugar or hypertension (which rarely happens), I quaff 4-6 glasses of green tea or banaba (instead of take pharmaceuticals). The formula is not to stick to just 1 kind of herbal tea, but rather to alternate the teas. My standard teas are: black tea, green tea, banaba, and pito-pito (7-7 or 7 herbs in one). There is nary a grocery in Manila today without teas in sachet form, so this habit has been facilitated by accessibility and availability. Sometimes I schedule a regimen of 7 days every month of intensive cleansing, by drinking 8 glasses of herbal tea in a day, most specially when the task is curative. For the latter habit, I add to my regimen: cogon roots, kulantro seeds (good for sinusitis/rhinitis), and avocado leaves. And, I prefer fresh herbs for the latter, prepared through decoction, that I purchase at the Quiapo church area (P10 per pack, good for 8 glasses).
• Yoga Meditation & Prayer. A regimen of 20 minutes of meditation a day, 10 upon waking up and 10 before sleeping, would be good for centering & wellness purposes for a starter ‘yogi’ or busy persons. Being a yogi and guru, I am now up to 1 hour upon waking up, and 1 hour before sleeping. A prayer before meditating would be excellent a practice to set one into deep focus right away. I never meditate without praying. Pray your standards, like the Lord’s Prayer and Hail Mary for Catholics, before meditating. Meditation takes off excess dense energies, brings vital energy (prana or chi) into the body and the electromagnetic field or aura, and sustains the health of all of our bodies (physical, emotional or astral, mental bodies). Many other benefits can be gained from meditation & prayer, but for this article let me stress on its wellness function.
• Light Therapy. Too much sunlight and lack of sunlight are extremes. Around 20-30 minutes of sunlight a day is great for the health. When suffering from an ailment, such as severe infection of throat and sinus, I do sunbathing for around 30-40 minutes a day. Incidentally, there’s plenty of sunlight in the tropics, and so one need not do sun bathing here in Manila. Beyond the equatorial regions, one can do sunbathing during colder days, and I did this exercise when I resided in California for a time… When my sinus swells badly and herbals can’t seem to recede the swelling as expected, I add exposure to black light among my therapies. For 30 minutes before dinner, I post the black light (which one can buy in any sounds & light shop), installed in a hand lamp, near my sinus area. I just need to cover my eyes with a bandana to avoid unnecessary radiation to the area. (See John Ott’s Light Therapy for this practice.)
• Music Therapy. Musical vibrations affect our aura directly, so care must be exercised in choosing the musical genre at certain times of the day. Since music impacts on our astral body, the seat of our emotions and feelings, it directly affects our mood. In the morning and after lunch, I play fast beats, sometimes with alternative music (though only occasionally now), since the rhythm at daytime is the action force (kinetic energy). Fast music sets one on working and exercise mood, and one should not play sweet soft music at daytime except at lunch time if one were to take a nap or siesta (soft music has lullaby functions). Past 5 p.m. however, one should shift to finer frequency genre, such as soft classical, nature music, soft world music, and Celtic music. Ballads and R&B are a no-no in my formula, as they can make one melancholic. If one can’t avoid it, listen to them at the 5-7 p.m slot, but balance the melancholic effect by shifting to the finer genre from 7-10 p.m. or before sleeping.
So, dear reader and Seeker, you can see from above where I spent much money over the last decades of my life. One thing I found out was that choosing which path is most efficacious as a general program for wellness is a matter also of personal efficacy of a practice. In Filipino we have this concept of hiyang, which explains that one method may be effective for a person but not for another. For instance, doing water therapy could be good for me, but for you who does not perspire a lot this method may not be effective, so better look for another option. Sunlight therapy may not be good for those with sensitive skin, but good for me whose skin is moderate to oily. Music therapy is generally good, but for a yogi like me I can’t have an overdose of rock or alternative music (I feel drained or not good past a 1-hour listening regimen).
One other thing is clear: you need not spend too much to sustain wellness via the health regimen way. If you are convinced by the power of my regimen, then you may as well invest in your wellness than in your sickness or its prevention. Spend on food supplements, gymn fees, herbal teas and organics, and adopt a mental attitude that they will work. Otherwise, if you manifest obsessive-compulsive attitudes or fears about their ineffectiveness, or that sickness is just around the corner again as your hypochondriac signs are telling you, then indeed you’re doomed to regular hospitalizations. It’s the psycho-somatic grid that one should not fail to examine too, since ailment is 75% psychological and only 25% physiological.
Should you exhibit dysfunctional symptoms of neurosis, or personality disorder, or psychosis, or any other mental disorder condition, then begin with a curative regimen. In my youth I manifested signs of melancholic personality, and so I check-mated this condition early by visiting the university’s guidance counselor, seeing my psychology & sociology professors for engaging chats, maturing early by immersing with adults, and learning yoga meditation while still in college. Reading lots of self-analysis theories and tools (offered by psychology) also helped me so much. Eventually, the yoga meditation and the other regimen cited above took off the melancholic side of me, and I was able to perform an added function from age 20 onwards of doing psychosocial intervention (listening & counseling). The wellness path has become more manageable ever since, though not exactly smooth a road to traverse.
In sum, wellness is a possibility, and excellent wellness is the best formula for wellness in the other spheres as well: interpersonal, organizational, community, national, international/global. Wellness is the key to harmony and balance in the world, inner peace the key to social-political-economic peace. Be at home with yourself first, before you can be at home with the world. If everyone is at home with himself or herself and with the world, then total peace is built. Let me end from here, and articulate on peace in some other articles later.
[Writ 21 December 2007, Quezon City, MetroManila]
Magandang araw! Good day!
For this piece I will tackle a topic that has been at the heart of my formulas for my successes in my various endeavors: good health. To those who are not familiar with me, visualize from your side a middle aged man who is quite muscular, moves with verve and suave, carries a tireless demeanor, and looks like somebody in his early 30s. Save for my graying hair, which is okay because today sporting white hair is a fad, one may not mistake me for what my age really is: late 40s. What is my secret formula for looking younger, be continuously energetic, and generally exhibit good health?
Good health is itself comparable to wealth. We are accustomed to wishing about good health aside from prosperity every end of the year as part of our rituals to welcome the coming New Year. It is indeed a remarkable ritualizing act to include good health among our wishes or goals for any particular year. The simple reason is that without good health, we will fail in our goal of attaining good wealth for any particular period. What good will it do to a person who owns billions worth of assets if s/he is sick more than half of the 365 days of the year? Our simplified thesis is: good health precedes wealth.
By good health I mean not exclusively the absence of disease or dis-ease. More universally, good health means total wellness or well-being. Good health denotes manifesting balance and harmony, stability and functionality in all the facets of our life: bio-physical, emotional, social, mental, and spiritual. When balance turns to imbalance, harmony turns to turbulence, stability turns to instability, and functionality turns to dysfunctional state, then ill health is the general result. So, the stress in my perspective of health is on attaining wellness, based on the wellness model rather than the sickness model.
The person will have to choose between the two paradigms: wellness or sickness? There is so much stress on the sickness side of the health equation and to be on the wellness side means one is attuned to a counter-culture. And that’s what I always like: the counter-cultural. Having grown up as an iconoclast, deconstructionist radical, I always have a feeling of high when I smash commonly accepted or orthodox wisdom. And I am today feeling victorious, being among the wellness paradigm advocates, because the equation is now moving closer to the wellness side. It is now certain that in just couples of years away the wellness side will surpass the sickness side of the health formula worldwide.
Economically, the question is: if you have a given amount of money to expend for and invest in health, will you spend it for wellness or for sickness purposes? If you are so obsessed with doing away with sickness, and you do so by amassing investments in medicare or health welfare, and that you wish there were as many hospitals as there are good doctors and health professionals in your area for you to run to in case of illness, then you better know where you are in the equation: fixated to sickness model. Mind you, if you only have ways to investigate my investments right now, you can authenticate this well: I hardly have investments for sickness, not even as private health insurance, save for those funds deducted from my salaries during my years of employee history. But every month, without let up, I spend money on wellness practices.
Not only that, I do go some extra miles advocating for the wellness paradigm. I wasn’t originally trained as a health professional, not even in my fields where I could have opted to become a health sociologist and health economist, yet early in my life I found the wisdom along the way to invest time, effort and money for wellness purposes. I had near-death experiences then as a child suffering from chronic nephritis (kidney ailment) and as a young professional who contracted falciparum malaria. The debilitations caused by those experiences were enough to waken me up, challenge me and set my goal never again to fall prey to ailments. And the formula was not on the sickness side, because I really hate hospitals that smack of the ambience of Grim Ripper. The answer to my periodic health problems reclined more on the wellness side.
The results were simply astounding! Not only did I gain good health and general wellness, but quite late in my life I re-invented myself to become a competitive powerlifting athlete. I was a sickly boy till age 14, an experience that barred me largely from becoming an achiever in athletics. But I never got discouraged by the failures, and always visualized myself to shift from my frail and thin frame to a muscular, athletic frame one day. And it happened, as I discovered the efficacy and beauty of weight training exercises when I was aged 30 more or less. At ages 31-33 I was very active in the powerlifting world, and was winning medals at the national level of competitions. Were it not that I had to undergo tonsillectomy at age 33, I could have climbed to international athlete status and slugged it out among the champions of Asia’s powerlifting circuits. I lost my competitive edge after three (3) months of post-surgical rest, but I never lost my love for powerlifting that I still conduct today as a strengthening and health-sustaining practice.
Let me now share to you my formula for sustaining good health and wellness. My macrobiotic side of health has been quite perfect along my biographical trail, though sometimes this gets disturbed by sinusitis and allergy-related problems. Given my good macrobiotic condition, I can focus fully well on addressing the microbiotic side of my condition: the specific organs or tissues. So far my lingering micro problems are my sinus-throat-bronchial areas and my heart. I attack the problem more as a preventive medical practice, though sometimes I do have to medicate as curative practice, with medication largely using alternatives such as herbal-organic formulation that now abound in the country.
Let me go over my practices item by item:
• Diet Formula. Strictly follow the athlete’s macrobiotic formula of 65-20-15: 65% carbohydrates, 20% protein, and 15% fats. Sustain this with high fibers (vegetables and fruits). On the microbiotic level, sustain health with food supplements, with strict observance of herbals & organics for multivitamins, ascorbic acid, omega 3 (for heart) and garlic pills (heart & allergic rhinitis control). I honestly found the Nutrilite preparations as the best food supplement set. Those fried breakfast foods, junk food and the greasy fast-food things are a no-no in my regimen. And at night, preferably fish or vegetarian meal should be taken, with just a cup of rice or equivalent of bread or noodles as staples. Milk every morning has been a must for calcium and other nutrients, with mixed nuts or peanuts to go along with breakfast. As a tip from sports science, I alternate my staples in order to avoid allergies (one of my congenital weaknesses).
• Physical Exercise. For 4 mornings in a week, I do my exercise regimen of powerlifting. Incidentally, in Manila, there is hardly any neighborhood today that doesn’t have a gym nearby, so rain or shine I ‘report for duty’ to my neighborhood gym (PRO Gym inside the U.P. Hotel). Even on Signal No. 3, with gusty winds almost knocking out trees, for as long as the gym is open, I report for exercise. I’m on a split routine program…I support this with some walking regimen of around one (1) hour at least once a week. Not brisk walking which stresses sugar burning, but rather moderate pace of even slow strolls to emphasize fat burning. …Body massage at least once a month is also a nice reinforcement practice.
• Water Therapy. Upon waking up in the morning, after my yoga meditation (which comes first), I drink a glass of warm water to expel gases. Drink a mug of coffee as stimulant, then drink milk-choco to go with my breakfast. Water comes again 2 hours after a meal, with last glass of water 30 minute before the next meal. 1 glass of water is around for my night’s sleep, which I drink around past midnight. All in all, around 18-20 glasses of water in a day, including those used for coffee, milk, and herbal teas. After breakfast and dinner, I clean my throat and sinus with saline water, warm yet soothing to the throat-sinus areas: 2 glasses to as mouth-throat gurgle, and 4 glasses for my sinus (I ‘pump’ the water into my sinus and then take it out, and then drain the excess water after the ritual is done).
• Herbal Tea Detoxification. At night, to go with my dinner, I drink 2 glasses or mugs of herbal tea to wash away the excess sugar, amino acids, and toxins. Sometimes when I don’t feel good due to excess sugar or hypertension (which rarely happens), I quaff 4-6 glasses of green tea or banaba (instead of take pharmaceuticals). The formula is not to stick to just 1 kind of herbal tea, but rather to alternate the teas. My standard teas are: black tea, green tea, banaba, and pito-pito (7-7 or 7 herbs in one). There is nary a grocery in Manila today without teas in sachet form, so this habit has been facilitated by accessibility and availability. Sometimes I schedule a regimen of 7 days every month of intensive cleansing, by drinking 8 glasses of herbal tea in a day, most specially when the task is curative. For the latter habit, I add to my regimen: cogon roots, kulantro seeds (good for sinusitis/rhinitis), and avocado leaves. And, I prefer fresh herbs for the latter, prepared through decoction, that I purchase at the Quiapo church area (P10 per pack, good for 8 glasses).
• Yoga Meditation & Prayer. A regimen of 20 minutes of meditation a day, 10 upon waking up and 10 before sleeping, would be good for centering & wellness purposes for a starter ‘yogi’ or busy persons. Being a yogi and guru, I am now up to 1 hour upon waking up, and 1 hour before sleeping. A prayer before meditating would be excellent a practice to set one into deep focus right away. I never meditate without praying. Pray your standards, like the Lord’s Prayer and Hail Mary for Catholics, before meditating. Meditation takes off excess dense energies, brings vital energy (prana or chi) into the body and the electromagnetic field or aura, and sustains the health of all of our bodies (physical, emotional or astral, mental bodies). Many other benefits can be gained from meditation & prayer, but for this article let me stress on its wellness function.
• Light Therapy. Too much sunlight and lack of sunlight are extremes. Around 20-30 minutes of sunlight a day is great for the health. When suffering from an ailment, such as severe infection of throat and sinus, I do sunbathing for around 30-40 minutes a day. Incidentally, there’s plenty of sunlight in the tropics, and so one need not do sun bathing here in Manila. Beyond the equatorial regions, one can do sunbathing during colder days, and I did this exercise when I resided in California for a time… When my sinus swells badly and herbals can’t seem to recede the swelling as expected, I add exposure to black light among my therapies. For 30 minutes before dinner, I post the black light (which one can buy in any sounds & light shop), installed in a hand lamp, near my sinus area. I just need to cover my eyes with a bandana to avoid unnecessary radiation to the area. (See John Ott’s Light Therapy for this practice.)
• Music Therapy. Musical vibrations affect our aura directly, so care must be exercised in choosing the musical genre at certain times of the day. Since music impacts on our astral body, the seat of our emotions and feelings, it directly affects our mood. In the morning and after lunch, I play fast beats, sometimes with alternative music (though only occasionally now), since the rhythm at daytime is the action force (kinetic energy). Fast music sets one on working and exercise mood, and one should not play sweet soft music at daytime except at lunch time if one were to take a nap or siesta (soft music has lullaby functions). Past 5 p.m. however, one should shift to finer frequency genre, such as soft classical, nature music, soft world music, and Celtic music. Ballads and R&B are a no-no in my formula, as they can make one melancholic. If one can’t avoid it, listen to them at the 5-7 p.m slot, but balance the melancholic effect by shifting to the finer genre from 7-10 p.m. or before sleeping.
So, dear reader and Seeker, you can see from above where I spent much money over the last decades of my life. One thing I found out was that choosing which path is most efficacious as a general program for wellness is a matter also of personal efficacy of a practice. In Filipino we have this concept of hiyang, which explains that one method may be effective for a person but not for another. For instance, doing water therapy could be good for me, but for you who does not perspire a lot this method may not be effective, so better look for another option. Sunlight therapy may not be good for those with sensitive skin, but good for me whose skin is moderate to oily. Music therapy is generally good, but for a yogi like me I can’t have an overdose of rock or alternative music (I feel drained or not good past a 1-hour listening regimen).
One other thing is clear: you need not spend too much to sustain wellness via the health regimen way. If you are convinced by the power of my regimen, then you may as well invest in your wellness than in your sickness or its prevention. Spend on food supplements, gymn fees, herbal teas and organics, and adopt a mental attitude that they will work. Otherwise, if you manifest obsessive-compulsive attitudes or fears about their ineffectiveness, or that sickness is just around the corner again as your hypochondriac signs are telling you, then indeed you’re doomed to regular hospitalizations. It’s the psycho-somatic grid that one should not fail to examine too, since ailment is 75% psychological and only 25% physiological.
Should you exhibit dysfunctional symptoms of neurosis, or personality disorder, or psychosis, or any other mental disorder condition, then begin with a curative regimen. In my youth I manifested signs of melancholic personality, and so I check-mated this condition early by visiting the university’s guidance counselor, seeing my psychology & sociology professors for engaging chats, maturing early by immersing with adults, and learning yoga meditation while still in college. Reading lots of self-analysis theories and tools (offered by psychology) also helped me so much. Eventually, the yoga meditation and the other regimen cited above took off the melancholic side of me, and I was able to perform an added function from age 20 onwards of doing psychosocial intervention (listening & counseling). The wellness path has become more manageable ever since, though not exactly smooth a road to traverse.
In sum, wellness is a possibility, and excellent wellness is the best formula for wellness in the other spheres as well: interpersonal, organizational, community, national, international/global. Wellness is the key to harmony and balance in the world, inner peace the key to social-political-economic peace. Be at home with yourself first, before you can be at home with the world. If everyone is at home with himself or herself and with the world, then total peace is built. Let me end from here, and articulate on peace in some other articles later.
[Writ 21 December 2007, Quezon City, MetroManila]
Friday, May 14, 2010
POST-COURTSHIP EROS: FREE LOVE RISES
Erle Frayne Argonza
This freethinker-mystic is among those who are very indifferent to many institutional ways of life. Institutional ways are largely meant for the mass-mind herds that need customs or ‘routinized’ behavior to have a semblance of moorings in life. Groupthought, which institutions harness, stifles the creative and the individually authentic, even as it breeds alienation.
As a youth in the late 70s through the 80s, I was very sure of where I stood up in regard to Eros (love between the sexes): I was for free love, I was terribly indifferent to courtship that I despised it to the extremes, but I wasn’t for free sex. Love beyond the entrapments of the normative templates prescribed by society via the institution of courtship is truly liberating, and this is necessarily so: that love must be liberating.
Love that is stifling, encumbering, or love that consigns one to cul de sacs isn’t true love. Love that is selfish, love that is meant to procure the greatest attention to oneself, love that is Attention Deficit gratifying, love that forces one to accept the Self which in effect rationalizes inaction towards the greater goal of self realization or inner transformation, this is the love that isn’t love but domination, manipulation, conceit, abomination.
Love must be free, love must be liberating for both sexes, love must make lovers move forward in soul evolution. I heard the lines first from one my first philosophers in high school life, John Lennon, in his many songs. “Love is free, free is love!” summarizes his philosophy. I couldn’t but agree with this popular bard.
As I entered the halls of the university in the late 70s, Marcuse was the wave and I was drawn into the currents of his thoughts on Eros. Through him I discovered the Frankfurt School thinkers, notably Erich Fromm whose thesis on the ‘art of loving’ got me ecstatically swelling with delight over new philosophical and psychological thoughts about Eros. I was at home with Frankfurt School, and till these days my deep appreciation for its scholars’ thoughts remains. And I owe it so much to Marcuse and Fromm my early comprehension of the rising free love among free spirits.
I was lucky enough to meet early in life girls who likewise hated courtship, the free spirit girls of the 1970s. There weren’t so many of them, and there weren’t so many of us free spirit boys then. But somehow, as metaphysics declared that “birds of the same feather flock together,” we discovered each other’s presence, and were all enabled to discover the new Eros beyond the normative templates of courtship.
From 1982 onwards, the women I met in life were largely the free spirit types. Some of them were involved with radical movements, while some others were simply the unattached free spirits. Their behavioral responses to the call of the circumstance were highly original, indicative of their highly individuated psyche. They were very spontaneous with me as I was with them, from the first encounter through the galvanization of Eros. In my encounters with them, there was none of the rigmarole that marked the courtship practices observed in the Philippines nor anywhere else.
There was openness in expressing feelings. In most instances there wasn’t even a need to say things using the linguistic medium. It was largely body language & facial expression, or non-verbal semiotics, that mediated the interactions. There was symmetry in the interactions and relationship. Without the restraints posed by institutional life, both each partner and me were easily brought forth from Beta to Alpha brain wave, which further permitted us to unlock the meanings behind the signals elicited by the partner.
There was simply Oneness. There was the complete unity of the Yin and Yang. There was a free flow of the love frequency and other beneficial energies across each other’s body and aura. This free flow amid free love had powerful healing effects. Just the presence of a loved one alone instantly dissipates the other lover’s melancholic mood and thoughts.
Incidentally, as I look back at those wonderful moments, being now an advancing mystic, I’ve come to realize that the most sensitive souls I met among the women were the Old Soul types. Being an Old Soul myself, it wasn’t difficult to see that I was drawn to fellow Old Souls among women as they were to me, and so I got involved with some of them. We had the markings of what is now referred to as ‘star seeds’.
We are the types who can never be at home with the circumstances built by mainstream culture and society. We creatively build our own adaptation modalities, even as we are conscious in destroying the foundations of the Old World down to the last embers of its shambles. We are warriors, militants in the true sense of the term who were drawn to and became leaders of advocacy groups and mass movements. We are never parts of the mass, but we came here to lead and shape the mass.
Free love is now rising, and I guess rising rapidly. It rides astride urbanization that is now sweeping the entire planet. Urban life now dominates Philippine society, accompanied by the devastating demolition of many old modes of behavior, including those related to Eros. As I recently read through the pages of magazines intended for young adults, I discovered candid narratives about the greater opening up of feelings and inner intentions beyond normative facades, though the young ones still call this courtship.
Among urban Western peoples, the term ‘courtship’ had altogether disappeared, an indication that the individuated free-love pathway to Eros has become the dominant pattern itself. Only the sociologists and anthropologists now use the term ‘courtship’ in the West, the term reverberating yet in the pages of text books on general sociology and anthropology. My own fellow social scientists just can’t seem to do away with the Victorian orientation of our scientific disciplines, amid the free spiritedness of many of my colleagues.
I declare, at this moment, that the Era of Post-Courtship Eros has come, though its full sway won’t be observed till probably the end of the century yet. More and more ‘star seed’ children are coming to the planet, and with their arrival the old modalities of behavior must simply be totally thrown over to the dustbins of archaic life.
The situation of courtship’s demise is aptly captured by the favorite movie line, when a police officer pins down a criminal nemesis, “it’s over!” The Victorian pretenders and harbingers of the Old World should simply pack up and transfer to some planets where they can live forever in deceit, conceit, dogma and manipulation, and leave the more evolved souls here on Earth to build new worlds and creative modalities of behavior.
Hail to Post-Courtship Eros! Hail to free love! Hail the Free Spirit!
[Writ. 15 November 2007, Quezon City, MetroManila]
This freethinker-mystic is among those who are very indifferent to many institutional ways of life. Institutional ways are largely meant for the mass-mind herds that need customs or ‘routinized’ behavior to have a semblance of moorings in life. Groupthought, which institutions harness, stifles the creative and the individually authentic, even as it breeds alienation.
As a youth in the late 70s through the 80s, I was very sure of where I stood up in regard to Eros (love between the sexes): I was for free love, I was terribly indifferent to courtship that I despised it to the extremes, but I wasn’t for free sex. Love beyond the entrapments of the normative templates prescribed by society via the institution of courtship is truly liberating, and this is necessarily so: that love must be liberating.
Love that is stifling, encumbering, or love that consigns one to cul de sacs isn’t true love. Love that is selfish, love that is meant to procure the greatest attention to oneself, love that is Attention Deficit gratifying, love that forces one to accept the Self which in effect rationalizes inaction towards the greater goal of self realization or inner transformation, this is the love that isn’t love but domination, manipulation, conceit, abomination.
Love must be free, love must be liberating for both sexes, love must make lovers move forward in soul evolution. I heard the lines first from one my first philosophers in high school life, John Lennon, in his many songs. “Love is free, free is love!” summarizes his philosophy. I couldn’t but agree with this popular bard.
As I entered the halls of the university in the late 70s, Marcuse was the wave and I was drawn into the currents of his thoughts on Eros. Through him I discovered the Frankfurt School thinkers, notably Erich Fromm whose thesis on the ‘art of loving’ got me ecstatically swelling with delight over new philosophical and psychological thoughts about Eros. I was at home with Frankfurt School, and till these days my deep appreciation for its scholars’ thoughts remains. And I owe it so much to Marcuse and Fromm my early comprehension of the rising free love among free spirits.
I was lucky enough to meet early in life girls who likewise hated courtship, the free spirit girls of the 1970s. There weren’t so many of them, and there weren’t so many of us free spirit boys then. But somehow, as metaphysics declared that “birds of the same feather flock together,” we discovered each other’s presence, and were all enabled to discover the new Eros beyond the normative templates of courtship.
From 1982 onwards, the women I met in life were largely the free spirit types. Some of them were involved with radical movements, while some others were simply the unattached free spirits. Their behavioral responses to the call of the circumstance were highly original, indicative of their highly individuated psyche. They were very spontaneous with me as I was with them, from the first encounter through the galvanization of Eros. In my encounters with them, there was none of the rigmarole that marked the courtship practices observed in the Philippines nor anywhere else.
There was openness in expressing feelings. In most instances there wasn’t even a need to say things using the linguistic medium. It was largely body language & facial expression, or non-verbal semiotics, that mediated the interactions. There was symmetry in the interactions and relationship. Without the restraints posed by institutional life, both each partner and me were easily brought forth from Beta to Alpha brain wave, which further permitted us to unlock the meanings behind the signals elicited by the partner.
There was simply Oneness. There was the complete unity of the Yin and Yang. There was a free flow of the love frequency and other beneficial energies across each other’s body and aura. This free flow amid free love had powerful healing effects. Just the presence of a loved one alone instantly dissipates the other lover’s melancholic mood and thoughts.
Incidentally, as I look back at those wonderful moments, being now an advancing mystic, I’ve come to realize that the most sensitive souls I met among the women were the Old Soul types. Being an Old Soul myself, it wasn’t difficult to see that I was drawn to fellow Old Souls among women as they were to me, and so I got involved with some of them. We had the markings of what is now referred to as ‘star seeds’.
We are the types who can never be at home with the circumstances built by mainstream culture and society. We creatively build our own adaptation modalities, even as we are conscious in destroying the foundations of the Old World down to the last embers of its shambles. We are warriors, militants in the true sense of the term who were drawn to and became leaders of advocacy groups and mass movements. We are never parts of the mass, but we came here to lead and shape the mass.
Free love is now rising, and I guess rising rapidly. It rides astride urbanization that is now sweeping the entire planet. Urban life now dominates Philippine society, accompanied by the devastating demolition of many old modes of behavior, including those related to Eros. As I recently read through the pages of magazines intended for young adults, I discovered candid narratives about the greater opening up of feelings and inner intentions beyond normative facades, though the young ones still call this courtship.
Among urban Western peoples, the term ‘courtship’ had altogether disappeared, an indication that the individuated free-love pathway to Eros has become the dominant pattern itself. Only the sociologists and anthropologists now use the term ‘courtship’ in the West, the term reverberating yet in the pages of text books on general sociology and anthropology. My own fellow social scientists just can’t seem to do away with the Victorian orientation of our scientific disciplines, amid the free spiritedness of many of my colleagues.
I declare, at this moment, that the Era of Post-Courtship Eros has come, though its full sway won’t be observed till probably the end of the century yet. More and more ‘star seed’ children are coming to the planet, and with their arrival the old modalities of behavior must simply be totally thrown over to the dustbins of archaic life.
The situation of courtship’s demise is aptly captured by the favorite movie line, when a police officer pins down a criminal nemesis, “it’s over!” The Victorian pretenders and harbingers of the Old World should simply pack up and transfer to some planets where they can live forever in deceit, conceit, dogma and manipulation, and leave the more evolved souls here on Earth to build new worlds and creative modalities of behavior.
Hail to Post-Courtship Eros! Hail to free love! Hail the Free Spirit!
[Writ. 15 November 2007, Quezon City, MetroManila]
Monday, May 10, 2010
EDUCATION IS DEFICIENT FOR GIFTED MINDS
Erle Frayne D. Argonza
Kabanal-banalang araw! Holiest of Days!
As articulated in earlier articles by me, institutions torment the ‘free spirits’ or souls with ‘individuated minds’. Institutions were designed for the ‘mass mind’ people, for the harbingers of the ‘folkspirit’ or folkgeist. I’d say from my own experience that current education is inadequate for the former, for gifted children and most especially for ‘star seed’ children.
As a young man of Age 22, Erle Frayne Argonza can be described as possessing a ‘conqueror’s psyche’. Barely starting in his work as a community development assistant, he was already very bullish in meteorically rising to top leadership and executive roles. At that age, he envisioned his entry to the presidential palace as an executive in the future, 25 years hence (at age 46 he did become a bureau director in the presidential palace).
Compare that young adult Erle to the boy Erle of preschool and school days. It was a stark contrast, to be sure. This tot was shy, melancholic, and was deeply communicating with his own inner self or detached from the crowd. He went through a traumatic childhood, and he with the ‘gifted mind’ and ‘star seed’ went through a process that, to his surprise, was undergone too by other ‘star seeds’.
Born in 1958 in a typical agrarian-commercial town (today’s Tuguegarao city), my mother was only 18 years old when she delivered me. My father was a soldier than, and was on duty in the field, battling insurgents, on July the 6th when I breathed air for the first time. Imagine the loneliness and depression of my mother at that time, when she was barely out of teenage. That melancholic experience was to gel in me as a boy with a ‘melancholic personality’, a personality that was to dog me till my early adulthood.
Right after that birth, we babies (I was the 2nd child) were motored off to Manila, where my mother had to take her bachelor’s degree (nutrition). After her successful schooling (4 of us were born by then), our family settled in Tuguegarao in mid-1963. There I was to intensively learn my ABCs, arithmetic, and reading proficiency right at home. At age 5 I could read the major dailies with the comprehension level of a teenager, and I never even went to school till 1965 as a Grade 1 pupil.
At age 6 (1964), my grandmother, a teacher about to retire, brought me to the Linao grade school where she was teaching (Linao is a rural village in the town). She pitted me, a mere 6 year old tot, against a 12 year old pupil of hers in arithmetic and other basics of tot learning. To the wonderment of those present, the boy Erle easily beat and out-smarted a pupil 6 years his senior.
Little did I know about the consequences of that behavior. All I recall was that at age 6, I realized that I was too different from the kids around me, my sibs and cousins included. I was all too contemplative and hungry for the creatives, for analytical thought constructs, for challenges. I was almost always in contact with my own ‘inner space’ or whatever even when in the company of fellow kids.
At that age, I began to squirm inside me, questioning why I should be associating with kids whose qualities were different from mine. Why can’t I find kids of my own kind? By age 7 this was compounded when I entered school for the first time, where I could associate with kids with ease but I knew that I was different from them. They were all too playful, learned by rote, and always expecting for candies (high dependency). They were utterly shallow, to say the least. (I realized later that kids are indeed naturally shallow.)
But the really devastating part was the educational system itself. There was nothing in it that was intended for ‘gifted children’ and moreso for ‘star seeds’. It was all rote, there was none of the accelerated system that later on was introduced by the Montessori school. My esteem simply crashed, my morale ebbed, and I attended school largely as a mechanistic behavior: my Dad would whip me dry blue if I didn’t go to school at all.
Add to those experiences the authoritarian personality of my father (he whacked us to the level of physical abuse in today’s legal jargon). My parents were quite poor as they started family life unprepared, at a time when we babies were already around (our poor diets, clothing, toys, teeth were indicative of a bad start of family life). In 1966-68 I suffered from nephritis, had to eat a zero-salt diet for 2 years, and can’t play sports due to my perennially ailing kidneys.
The final blow to my esteem came in 1969 when my Dad met a motorcycle accident. For a year he can’t work at all, due to leg fracture disability. To be able to save our family from financial collapse, we siblings have to sell ice candy around town. We had a newly constructed house then, furnished with a refrigerator and Esso gasul stove (we were among the first to acquire them in town), so our family can mix and produce ice candy and cook delicacies with ease (my mother was good at baking).
It didn’t occur to me then that peddling wares at raw age had a good side to it, as training for entrepreneurship. All I knew was we siblings were forced to peddle wares, forced to labor when we should be focused on our studies. For two (2) years life went on that way for us, and by age 10 the devastating effect of this quite wretched life, added to the bad school system, punitive father, and sickly physique, took its toll on me.
There was utterly no one to talk to about my state. I kept silent about my inner feelings, wept silently when alone. The inspiring presence of my grandfather, who openly chastised my father for his failings and who was surely sympathetic to us grandchildren, quite saved the day for us sibs. But my melancholy was already advancing. It was only the soothing countenance of an Angel whose presence I was very much aware of that made me sustain my inner balance then. That being I later found out was the Archangel Michael himself, Lord of the 1st Ray (warriorship) of the Hierarchy of the Angelic realm.
All along, the school system was badly ill equipped to handle ‘cases’ like me a ‘star seed’. To compensate for the deficiencies of my environment, I read voluminously, and was reading adult stuff as early as Age 11. By that age I learned to play the guitar via self-learning, joined the rondalla (instrumental group) upon entering Grade 6, became a ‘star dancer’ in school by then, and the route to rising above my wretched, shy, melancholic nature was opened up. I also digested what I could learn from my genius grandpa and ex-teacher grandma (till they left for the USA when I was circa 11).
To say of the presence of a brilliant teacher-advisor who could innovate in the classroom to accommodate gifted children? Of a principal who can do the same? In a public school anyway that lacked the decent amenities of a good school (it was damn impoverished)? No, there was no such thing then, no Montessori or Walforf Steinier school that were both designed with enormous genius and wisdom.
To cap all horrors, the school system rewarded rote and called it ‘honors’. Children whose mental prowess were just a bit better than monkeys’ (sorry for sounding condescending) were awarded ‘honors’! What intoxicating hubris! Horror of horrors!
The ridiculous side to this system remains till these days: the ‘banking method’.
The system works by presuming that learning is like a ladder, that one goes up the ladder in linear manner. I could only laugh with guffaws today at this pedagogy, as it discounts the possibility of quantum leaps in learning, and of methods that could be more radical and astounding in results than the ladderized methods for morons and subhumans (excuse me again please).
I was already ending my adolescence when I encountered the sociologists, psychologists and topnotch pedagogy innovators. One of them was Paulo Freire, who dealt devastating blows on the ‘banking system’ and innovated on a ‘conscientization’ pedagogy. These innovations were precisely the ones I was looking for, or those that recoqnized quantum leaps and can make geniuses even out of the most moron folks. I also learned yoga meditation inside the classroom, thanks to the psychologist Prof. Alfredo Lagmay, husband of my anthropology mentor Dr. Letty Lagmay, who got invited to workshop us students on yoga meditation. (Dr. Alfredo Lagmay is among psychology pioneers in the Philippines.)
To my own surprise, I discovered that all of us possess the ‘genius within’. Some kids like the ‘star seeds’ and ‘gifted children’ are those who are lucky enough to have evolved faster in the mental realm, and experience their genius as early as childhood. However, I found out that other youths whose IQs were mediocre at age 15 (when aptitude tests for college are administered in the Philippines) were able to achieve quantum leaps in consciousness till they turned brilliant-to-genius by age 20!
And to further my own surprise, I found out that even folks whose only knowledge is mechanistic skills to deliver letters as mailman and pound clothes on rivers as laundrywomen can achieve the quantum leaps via yoga meditation and the inspiring guidance of a sagely Guru. The narratives of master Paramahansa Yogananda positively indicated this possibility, as shown by the case of an ordinary mailman who, after constant yoga practice, turned genius of a seeker, are concrete case studies of achieving quantum leaps in consciousness via another pedagogy: the science of yoga.
Being a yogi myself, I have already graduated from genius to the mystical. And this is another surprise for me: that the mystical is higher than genius. I did it via yoga and universal mysticism, plus constant studies and readings. And, mind you, I will end the ‘mystic phase’ of my life soon and enter an awareness level of ‘nirvanic consciousness’, thanks to the constant work of my Spirit Guides on me.
In sum, our orthodox understanding of learning behavior models (very linear) and educational methods (‘banking system’, rote learning) are largely meant for the simpletons, for the laggards and the middling souls. I wonder whether this general situation can be changed soon, maybe not in my lifetime.
The gladdening news is that there are now personages and environments that can assist the ‘star seeds’ and ‘gifted children’ along the way. Their innovations bring immense hope for many sensitive, intelligent souls. These souls will become dominant probably before this century’s end, when 5% of the population will be geniuses and trans-geniuses, the rest will be the middling souls while no more laggards will be around (they’ll be transferred to other planets that will suit their psyche).
[Writ 17 March 2008, Quezon City, MetroManila]
Kabanal-banalang araw! Holiest of Days!
As articulated in earlier articles by me, institutions torment the ‘free spirits’ or souls with ‘individuated minds’. Institutions were designed for the ‘mass mind’ people, for the harbingers of the ‘folkspirit’ or folkgeist. I’d say from my own experience that current education is inadequate for the former, for gifted children and most especially for ‘star seed’ children.
As a young man of Age 22, Erle Frayne Argonza can be described as possessing a ‘conqueror’s psyche’. Barely starting in his work as a community development assistant, he was already very bullish in meteorically rising to top leadership and executive roles. At that age, he envisioned his entry to the presidential palace as an executive in the future, 25 years hence (at age 46 he did become a bureau director in the presidential palace).
Compare that young adult Erle to the boy Erle of preschool and school days. It was a stark contrast, to be sure. This tot was shy, melancholic, and was deeply communicating with his own inner self or detached from the crowd. He went through a traumatic childhood, and he with the ‘gifted mind’ and ‘star seed’ went through a process that, to his surprise, was undergone too by other ‘star seeds’.
Born in 1958 in a typical agrarian-commercial town (today’s Tuguegarao city), my mother was only 18 years old when she delivered me. My father was a soldier than, and was on duty in the field, battling insurgents, on July the 6th when I breathed air for the first time. Imagine the loneliness and depression of my mother at that time, when she was barely out of teenage. That melancholic experience was to gel in me as a boy with a ‘melancholic personality’, a personality that was to dog me till my early adulthood.
Right after that birth, we babies (I was the 2nd child) were motored off to Manila, where my mother had to take her bachelor’s degree (nutrition). After her successful schooling (4 of us were born by then), our family settled in Tuguegarao in mid-1963. There I was to intensively learn my ABCs, arithmetic, and reading proficiency right at home. At age 5 I could read the major dailies with the comprehension level of a teenager, and I never even went to school till 1965 as a Grade 1 pupil.
At age 6 (1964), my grandmother, a teacher about to retire, brought me to the Linao grade school where she was teaching (Linao is a rural village in the town). She pitted me, a mere 6 year old tot, against a 12 year old pupil of hers in arithmetic and other basics of tot learning. To the wonderment of those present, the boy Erle easily beat and out-smarted a pupil 6 years his senior.
Little did I know about the consequences of that behavior. All I recall was that at age 6, I realized that I was too different from the kids around me, my sibs and cousins included. I was all too contemplative and hungry for the creatives, for analytical thought constructs, for challenges. I was almost always in contact with my own ‘inner space’ or whatever even when in the company of fellow kids.
At that age, I began to squirm inside me, questioning why I should be associating with kids whose qualities were different from mine. Why can’t I find kids of my own kind? By age 7 this was compounded when I entered school for the first time, where I could associate with kids with ease but I knew that I was different from them. They were all too playful, learned by rote, and always expecting for candies (high dependency). They were utterly shallow, to say the least. (I realized later that kids are indeed naturally shallow.)
But the really devastating part was the educational system itself. There was nothing in it that was intended for ‘gifted children’ and moreso for ‘star seeds’. It was all rote, there was none of the accelerated system that later on was introduced by the Montessori school. My esteem simply crashed, my morale ebbed, and I attended school largely as a mechanistic behavior: my Dad would whip me dry blue if I didn’t go to school at all.
Add to those experiences the authoritarian personality of my father (he whacked us to the level of physical abuse in today’s legal jargon). My parents were quite poor as they started family life unprepared, at a time when we babies were already around (our poor diets, clothing, toys, teeth were indicative of a bad start of family life). In 1966-68 I suffered from nephritis, had to eat a zero-salt diet for 2 years, and can’t play sports due to my perennially ailing kidneys.
The final blow to my esteem came in 1969 when my Dad met a motorcycle accident. For a year he can’t work at all, due to leg fracture disability. To be able to save our family from financial collapse, we siblings have to sell ice candy around town. We had a newly constructed house then, furnished with a refrigerator and Esso gasul stove (we were among the first to acquire them in town), so our family can mix and produce ice candy and cook delicacies with ease (my mother was good at baking).
It didn’t occur to me then that peddling wares at raw age had a good side to it, as training for entrepreneurship. All I knew was we siblings were forced to peddle wares, forced to labor when we should be focused on our studies. For two (2) years life went on that way for us, and by age 10 the devastating effect of this quite wretched life, added to the bad school system, punitive father, and sickly physique, took its toll on me.
There was utterly no one to talk to about my state. I kept silent about my inner feelings, wept silently when alone. The inspiring presence of my grandfather, who openly chastised my father for his failings and who was surely sympathetic to us grandchildren, quite saved the day for us sibs. But my melancholy was already advancing. It was only the soothing countenance of an Angel whose presence I was very much aware of that made me sustain my inner balance then. That being I later found out was the Archangel Michael himself, Lord of the 1st Ray (warriorship) of the Hierarchy of the Angelic realm.
All along, the school system was badly ill equipped to handle ‘cases’ like me a ‘star seed’. To compensate for the deficiencies of my environment, I read voluminously, and was reading adult stuff as early as Age 11. By that age I learned to play the guitar via self-learning, joined the rondalla (instrumental group) upon entering Grade 6, became a ‘star dancer’ in school by then, and the route to rising above my wretched, shy, melancholic nature was opened up. I also digested what I could learn from my genius grandpa and ex-teacher grandma (till they left for the USA when I was circa 11).
To say of the presence of a brilliant teacher-advisor who could innovate in the classroom to accommodate gifted children? Of a principal who can do the same? In a public school anyway that lacked the decent amenities of a good school (it was damn impoverished)? No, there was no such thing then, no Montessori or Walforf Steinier school that were both designed with enormous genius and wisdom.
To cap all horrors, the school system rewarded rote and called it ‘honors’. Children whose mental prowess were just a bit better than monkeys’ (sorry for sounding condescending) were awarded ‘honors’! What intoxicating hubris! Horror of horrors!
The ridiculous side to this system remains till these days: the ‘banking method’.
The system works by presuming that learning is like a ladder, that one goes up the ladder in linear manner. I could only laugh with guffaws today at this pedagogy, as it discounts the possibility of quantum leaps in learning, and of methods that could be more radical and astounding in results than the ladderized methods for morons and subhumans (excuse me again please).
I was already ending my adolescence when I encountered the sociologists, psychologists and topnotch pedagogy innovators. One of them was Paulo Freire, who dealt devastating blows on the ‘banking system’ and innovated on a ‘conscientization’ pedagogy. These innovations were precisely the ones I was looking for, or those that recoqnized quantum leaps and can make geniuses even out of the most moron folks. I also learned yoga meditation inside the classroom, thanks to the psychologist Prof. Alfredo Lagmay, husband of my anthropology mentor Dr. Letty Lagmay, who got invited to workshop us students on yoga meditation. (Dr. Alfredo Lagmay is among psychology pioneers in the Philippines.)
To my own surprise, I discovered that all of us possess the ‘genius within’. Some kids like the ‘star seeds’ and ‘gifted children’ are those who are lucky enough to have evolved faster in the mental realm, and experience their genius as early as childhood. However, I found out that other youths whose IQs were mediocre at age 15 (when aptitude tests for college are administered in the Philippines) were able to achieve quantum leaps in consciousness till they turned brilliant-to-genius by age 20!
And to further my own surprise, I found out that even folks whose only knowledge is mechanistic skills to deliver letters as mailman and pound clothes on rivers as laundrywomen can achieve the quantum leaps via yoga meditation and the inspiring guidance of a sagely Guru. The narratives of master Paramahansa Yogananda positively indicated this possibility, as shown by the case of an ordinary mailman who, after constant yoga practice, turned genius of a seeker, are concrete case studies of achieving quantum leaps in consciousness via another pedagogy: the science of yoga.
Being a yogi myself, I have already graduated from genius to the mystical. And this is another surprise for me: that the mystical is higher than genius. I did it via yoga and universal mysticism, plus constant studies and readings. And, mind you, I will end the ‘mystic phase’ of my life soon and enter an awareness level of ‘nirvanic consciousness’, thanks to the constant work of my Spirit Guides on me.
In sum, our orthodox understanding of learning behavior models (very linear) and educational methods (‘banking system’, rote learning) are largely meant for the simpletons, for the laggards and the middling souls. I wonder whether this general situation can be changed soon, maybe not in my lifetime.
The gladdening news is that there are now personages and environments that can assist the ‘star seeds’ and ‘gifted children’ along the way. Their innovations bring immense hope for many sensitive, intelligent souls. These souls will become dominant probably before this century’s end, when 5% of the population will be geniuses and trans-geniuses, the rest will be the middling souls while no more laggards will be around (they’ll be transferred to other planets that will suit their psyche).
[Writ 17 March 2008, Quezon City, MetroManila]
Friday, May 7, 2010
OLD SOUL AT HOME: BOON TO SOUL EVOLUTION
Erle Frayne D. Argonza
A gracious day to everyone else!
At this moment I wish to share my reflections about the great boon that an Old Soul would bring to a household. And baneful it is for a certain household to have a lack of or throw away an Old Soul most specially an authority figure who’s the Light of the home.
As already clarified in previous article, an Old Soul is one had evolved way ahead of the rest of the population. We mystics call them ‘evolved souls’ while ancient Chinese call them ‘old souls’. Being evolved, they are those who can coach and mentor other younger souls—the ‘laggards’ (or ‘young souls’) and the ‘middling souls’ (no more laggard but short of being an old soul)—so that the latter can hopefully evolve faster in their respective Paths.
For a planet like Earth that is considered ‘fallen’, or trapped in dense energy veils (e-veils or evils), it is such an enormous boost for all souls to have old souls among them. Needless to say, in the micro-setting, a family would perform optimally in the evolutionary path if an authority figure of the old soul type is present.
Most often, an old soul is assigned to a family as an infant to be taken care of if another old soul is present as an authority figure who can sublimely mentor this infant. The Divine Hierarchs will never risk incarnating an old soul among street people or families of laggards where the stimuli for soul growth are of the deprivation levels.
That is not to say that among the poor folks there are no old souls. No matter how deprived a community is, chances are the Hierarchs will find ways to embody some old souls there, provided that somehow the minimum of growth-optimizing stimuli are present to ensure that these old souls will advance in their evolution while in that same community.
In my own experience being an old soul myself, I was very lucky to have incarnated in a family with an old soul authority: my paternal grandfather Estanislao Argonza. He in turn came from a family (Argonza) where intellect ran high. That was by the way around the years 1890-1915 when the same old Argonzas embodied, in a country the Philippines that was 4th world (backwood colony), in a backcountry called ‘Cagayan’ province.
I could only surmise that old souls were rare then in my country. I’d say lucky enough if there were 1 old soul per 1,000 heads total. Even intellectuals were rare, probably in the proportion of 1 per 500 heads. But the old Argonzas (my grandfather and his male cousins particularly) I encountered as a tot were so intellectually endowed that the Argonza name came to be known as synonymous to ‘illustrious’ during the American era.
My grandfather came from a humble family of struggling artisans and clerks. Note that to be an artisan and clerk during those times was already worth one’s esteem. His father Thomas, half-Basque mestizo, was a clerk who rose to supervisory rank at the Tabacalera Company (located in Tuguegarao town) and was reputedly very intelligent. He died during the 2nd World War, though he didn’t die in vain as among his children was an old soul who was Christened as Estanislao.
This young boy Estanislao only reached high school as the most advanced schooling he had. His parents didn’t have the funds to send him to college. But he was schooled in the classic Anglo-Saxon pedagogy of the Americans, and beyond that he read so widely that his mind was encyclopedic as he neared 20. At 20s he was allowed to teach mathematics and music at the Cagayan High School, Cagayan Valley’s top school then, with a mere high school diploma as his formal credential.
From there he rose to fame as a young mathematician and musical genius. He was assigned the post of Band Master to the Cagayan Public School Band, which he oversaw for nearly four (4) decades and which produced many young talented musicians and musical geniuses. When the USA granted independence to the Philippines on the 4th of July 1946, the genius Estanislao was among the select band masters who were invited to play the inaugural themes of the new republic at the Quirino Grandstand in Manila.
Handsome, charismatic and brilliant, the young Estanislao got his most important reward in life ever: a young woman named Faustina Narag. The daughter of a gentry, Don Juan Narag, who was among the wealthiest landlords and scions of ancient nobles in the valley, Faustina was schooled at the Philippine Normal School and was mentored by American professors. She then taught at the newly founded public schools in Tuguegarao, then a young entrepot town, where her father’s vast estates were located.
The only biggest bitter part of Faustina’s life was marrying a ‘common man’, Estanislao, and the marriage being disapproved by the family, Faustina lost her inheritance privileges. But Estanislao was no ‘common folk’ as he later demonstrated, though till late in his life, which I myself saw with my eyes, he was brushed aside by Faustina’s wealthy sibs as a mere commoner. He was a man with big dreams, a visionary, and as a multi-level marketing man declared, “a man with a dream cannot be denied.”
Being both from the intelligentsia, you could just imagine the level of education and culture that flowed in the household of the Estanislao & Faustina couple. Having born eight (8) children in all (some died later of ailments), both them moved to sideline in some mercantile activities to be able to send their children to school. All of the children, including my father Steve, were able to go through college and grew up as professionals.
My grandparents were already retired when my family settled in Tuguegarao in 1964. It was a large nipa house, built as a substitute to the big house destroyed during the war, that my family encountered. However, in 1966, a new modern house was built to replace the old native structure. The house became the ancestral home of the Estanislao lineage, and my family had the privilege to live in it and maintain it till 1986. When the entire house was fully built in 1971, it was the most beautiful architectural and structural house in the whole of Tuguegarao.
To go along with the house was books and musical pieces (vinyl records). They were our cultural standards then. Every evening as we dined together, we held nice conversations led by my grandfather. Reading, listening to fine music, nice conversations, intelligent discussions and fine culinary (my grandmother, mother and father were expert at culinary arts) were the legacies built and left to us younger Argonzas in that home.
I would say without doubt that it was the sublime energy and nurturing efforts of my grandfather, the old soul Estanislao, that was the cutting edge behind our family rearing. One can go ahead and research this: my family was among the most cultured, well-bred and intellectually-endowed in the entire Cagayan Valley till the 1980s. And that all started with the presence of old souls in the lineage, a chain of old soul embodiments from the older generations to the next ones.
My grandparents left Tuguegarao for the USA in 1969 to retire in New York, where my two aunties have migrated (one a nurse, another a doctor). But in 1971 they came back to Tuguegarao, did the finishing touches of the roughly done home, and stayed for two (2) years to enjoy retirement. A family car was added as a utility, plus a television (too few had TV then in town) and all the modern accessories then including air-conditioning. We were clearly a typical middle class family by 1970s, at a time when our main streets in Tuguegarao had just been asphalted (it was dirt gravel till 1971).
The home thus became a center for extended family events –parties, Sunday gatherings, tea & coffee chats, etc. My cousins from the barrios and other places would normally drop by ‘ambush style’ (unannounced, as we didn’t have a telephone at home) and we would entertain them there. The chats and exchanges with my grandfather always differed from the rest, as there were always deep reflective notes. He was clearly the philosopher of the entire extended family (Argonzas and Narags). Many kins begged for his words of counsel on a diversity of matters.
There at home I learned my first ABCs, my mathematics, my story-telling abilities, my dance, my music. Beethoven, Mozart, Bach, Brahms and classical masters were our standards, aside from the emerging pop tunes (jazz, folk & counry, pop-ballad, vaudeville, Latin). Broadways like “Fiddler on the Roof,” “Showboat” and “New York New York” were among our favorite collections. The King James Holy Bible was my first scriptural staple, the 30-volume Britannica my regular reading past-time in 1973-75, and enormous pieces of substance books plus fiction on various topics were my cognitive viands.
But among many nurturing things at home, I can never ever forget the chats, discussions, coaching and mentoring by my grandfather. It was only but a few couples of years of living with him, but it was like travelling to many distant galaxies in terms of impact. At hindsight, I can now understand why the Hierarchs embodied me in the Argonza line, for only in a family with an old soul as authority can a budding old soul like me grow up to become one whose gifted mind and heart will be of greater service for the sublime causes.
My own parents and the children of my grandfather (my father and his sibs) never reached the level of genius that my grandfather had. I guess this was their privilege: both young and middling souls, they had the good karma of being nurtured by an old soul. While my parents are merely of above average intelligence, the situation was compensated for by the presence of my grandfather till my 3rd year high school. My formation process was already solid when I left for the university in 1975 to begin my college life, thanks to this old soul Estanislao.
Today the embodiments of old souls are happening on a greater scale. There are middle class parents of mere average intelligence whose newly born kids are all old souls. Aware of this fact, I do go to the extent of getting involved in coaching and mentoring my nieces and nephews most specially the potentially gifted ones. The luck of these kids is that, in the absence of an old soul among home authorities, they encounter the old soul mentors in school as their teachers or pupils of older ages.
My own estimate is that at this time, most specially in the big cities, old souls comprise 1 per 100 heads. Laggards broadly comprise 63% of the population while 36% are middling souls. The balance will tilt towards more middling and old souls in the coming decades, and before 2050 there may not be a single laggard in town, as all of them will be shipped out to backward planets where they are most fit.
We can hit a proportion of 5 old souls per 100 heads by 2050 per my estimate. That means every household will have one old soul at least, whether an authority figure or a kid. And the possibility of family lineages of pure old souls, 100% composition, is now within our sight.
What exciting times we surely have. Hopefully we can all contribute to the challenges of nurturing these old soul reinforcements, for they shall continue to increase in numbers across the Age of Aquarius. This is surely a cause for great celebration.
[Writ 10 March 2008, Quezon City, MetroManila]
A gracious day to everyone else!
At this moment I wish to share my reflections about the great boon that an Old Soul would bring to a household. And baneful it is for a certain household to have a lack of or throw away an Old Soul most specially an authority figure who’s the Light of the home.
As already clarified in previous article, an Old Soul is one had evolved way ahead of the rest of the population. We mystics call them ‘evolved souls’ while ancient Chinese call them ‘old souls’. Being evolved, they are those who can coach and mentor other younger souls—the ‘laggards’ (or ‘young souls’) and the ‘middling souls’ (no more laggard but short of being an old soul)—so that the latter can hopefully evolve faster in their respective Paths.
For a planet like Earth that is considered ‘fallen’, or trapped in dense energy veils (e-veils or evils), it is such an enormous boost for all souls to have old souls among them. Needless to say, in the micro-setting, a family would perform optimally in the evolutionary path if an authority figure of the old soul type is present.
Most often, an old soul is assigned to a family as an infant to be taken care of if another old soul is present as an authority figure who can sublimely mentor this infant. The Divine Hierarchs will never risk incarnating an old soul among street people or families of laggards where the stimuli for soul growth are of the deprivation levels.
That is not to say that among the poor folks there are no old souls. No matter how deprived a community is, chances are the Hierarchs will find ways to embody some old souls there, provided that somehow the minimum of growth-optimizing stimuli are present to ensure that these old souls will advance in their evolution while in that same community.
In my own experience being an old soul myself, I was very lucky to have incarnated in a family with an old soul authority: my paternal grandfather Estanislao Argonza. He in turn came from a family (Argonza) where intellect ran high. That was by the way around the years 1890-1915 when the same old Argonzas embodied, in a country the Philippines that was 4th world (backwood colony), in a backcountry called ‘Cagayan’ province.
I could only surmise that old souls were rare then in my country. I’d say lucky enough if there were 1 old soul per 1,000 heads total. Even intellectuals were rare, probably in the proportion of 1 per 500 heads. But the old Argonzas (my grandfather and his male cousins particularly) I encountered as a tot were so intellectually endowed that the Argonza name came to be known as synonymous to ‘illustrious’ during the American era.
My grandfather came from a humble family of struggling artisans and clerks. Note that to be an artisan and clerk during those times was already worth one’s esteem. His father Thomas, half-Basque mestizo, was a clerk who rose to supervisory rank at the Tabacalera Company (located in Tuguegarao town) and was reputedly very intelligent. He died during the 2nd World War, though he didn’t die in vain as among his children was an old soul who was Christened as Estanislao.
This young boy Estanislao only reached high school as the most advanced schooling he had. His parents didn’t have the funds to send him to college. But he was schooled in the classic Anglo-Saxon pedagogy of the Americans, and beyond that he read so widely that his mind was encyclopedic as he neared 20. At 20s he was allowed to teach mathematics and music at the Cagayan High School, Cagayan Valley’s top school then, with a mere high school diploma as his formal credential.
From there he rose to fame as a young mathematician and musical genius. He was assigned the post of Band Master to the Cagayan Public School Band, which he oversaw for nearly four (4) decades and which produced many young talented musicians and musical geniuses. When the USA granted independence to the Philippines on the 4th of July 1946, the genius Estanislao was among the select band masters who were invited to play the inaugural themes of the new republic at the Quirino Grandstand in Manila.
Handsome, charismatic and brilliant, the young Estanislao got his most important reward in life ever: a young woman named Faustina Narag. The daughter of a gentry, Don Juan Narag, who was among the wealthiest landlords and scions of ancient nobles in the valley, Faustina was schooled at the Philippine Normal School and was mentored by American professors. She then taught at the newly founded public schools in Tuguegarao, then a young entrepot town, where her father’s vast estates were located.
The only biggest bitter part of Faustina’s life was marrying a ‘common man’, Estanislao, and the marriage being disapproved by the family, Faustina lost her inheritance privileges. But Estanislao was no ‘common folk’ as he later demonstrated, though till late in his life, which I myself saw with my eyes, he was brushed aside by Faustina’s wealthy sibs as a mere commoner. He was a man with big dreams, a visionary, and as a multi-level marketing man declared, “a man with a dream cannot be denied.”
Being both from the intelligentsia, you could just imagine the level of education and culture that flowed in the household of the Estanislao & Faustina couple. Having born eight (8) children in all (some died later of ailments), both them moved to sideline in some mercantile activities to be able to send their children to school. All of the children, including my father Steve, were able to go through college and grew up as professionals.
My grandparents were already retired when my family settled in Tuguegarao in 1964. It was a large nipa house, built as a substitute to the big house destroyed during the war, that my family encountered. However, in 1966, a new modern house was built to replace the old native structure. The house became the ancestral home of the Estanislao lineage, and my family had the privilege to live in it and maintain it till 1986. When the entire house was fully built in 1971, it was the most beautiful architectural and structural house in the whole of Tuguegarao.
To go along with the house was books and musical pieces (vinyl records). They were our cultural standards then. Every evening as we dined together, we held nice conversations led by my grandfather. Reading, listening to fine music, nice conversations, intelligent discussions and fine culinary (my grandmother, mother and father were expert at culinary arts) were the legacies built and left to us younger Argonzas in that home.
I would say without doubt that it was the sublime energy and nurturing efforts of my grandfather, the old soul Estanislao, that was the cutting edge behind our family rearing. One can go ahead and research this: my family was among the most cultured, well-bred and intellectually-endowed in the entire Cagayan Valley till the 1980s. And that all started with the presence of old souls in the lineage, a chain of old soul embodiments from the older generations to the next ones.
My grandparents left Tuguegarao for the USA in 1969 to retire in New York, where my two aunties have migrated (one a nurse, another a doctor). But in 1971 they came back to Tuguegarao, did the finishing touches of the roughly done home, and stayed for two (2) years to enjoy retirement. A family car was added as a utility, plus a television (too few had TV then in town) and all the modern accessories then including air-conditioning. We were clearly a typical middle class family by 1970s, at a time when our main streets in Tuguegarao had just been asphalted (it was dirt gravel till 1971).
The home thus became a center for extended family events –parties, Sunday gatherings, tea & coffee chats, etc. My cousins from the barrios and other places would normally drop by ‘ambush style’ (unannounced, as we didn’t have a telephone at home) and we would entertain them there. The chats and exchanges with my grandfather always differed from the rest, as there were always deep reflective notes. He was clearly the philosopher of the entire extended family (Argonzas and Narags). Many kins begged for his words of counsel on a diversity of matters.
There at home I learned my first ABCs, my mathematics, my story-telling abilities, my dance, my music. Beethoven, Mozart, Bach, Brahms and classical masters were our standards, aside from the emerging pop tunes (jazz, folk & counry, pop-ballad, vaudeville, Latin). Broadways like “Fiddler on the Roof,” “Showboat” and “New York New York” were among our favorite collections. The King James Holy Bible was my first scriptural staple, the 30-volume Britannica my regular reading past-time in 1973-75, and enormous pieces of substance books plus fiction on various topics were my cognitive viands.
But among many nurturing things at home, I can never ever forget the chats, discussions, coaching and mentoring by my grandfather. It was only but a few couples of years of living with him, but it was like travelling to many distant galaxies in terms of impact. At hindsight, I can now understand why the Hierarchs embodied me in the Argonza line, for only in a family with an old soul as authority can a budding old soul like me grow up to become one whose gifted mind and heart will be of greater service for the sublime causes.
My own parents and the children of my grandfather (my father and his sibs) never reached the level of genius that my grandfather had. I guess this was their privilege: both young and middling souls, they had the good karma of being nurtured by an old soul. While my parents are merely of above average intelligence, the situation was compensated for by the presence of my grandfather till my 3rd year high school. My formation process was already solid when I left for the university in 1975 to begin my college life, thanks to this old soul Estanislao.
Today the embodiments of old souls are happening on a greater scale. There are middle class parents of mere average intelligence whose newly born kids are all old souls. Aware of this fact, I do go to the extent of getting involved in coaching and mentoring my nieces and nephews most specially the potentially gifted ones. The luck of these kids is that, in the absence of an old soul among home authorities, they encounter the old soul mentors in school as their teachers or pupils of older ages.
My own estimate is that at this time, most specially in the big cities, old souls comprise 1 per 100 heads. Laggards broadly comprise 63% of the population while 36% are middling souls. The balance will tilt towards more middling and old souls in the coming decades, and before 2050 there may not be a single laggard in town, as all of them will be shipped out to backward planets where they are most fit.
We can hit a proportion of 5 old souls per 100 heads by 2050 per my estimate. That means every household will have one old soul at least, whether an authority figure or a kid. And the possibility of family lineages of pure old souls, 100% composition, is now within our sight.
What exciting times we surely have. Hopefully we can all contribute to the challenges of nurturing these old soul reinforcements, for they shall continue to increase in numbers across the Age of Aquarius. This is surely a cause for great celebration.
[Writ 10 March 2008, Quezon City, MetroManila]
Thursday, May 6, 2010
OLD SOULS AND THE CAUSE
Erle Frayne D. Argonza
Magandang araw! Good day!
I just recently received a communication from a Canadian spiritual seeker, a lady, who is now going through tumultuous changes. She, like many other seekers and even devotees whom I’ve encountered in the past, is interested in the matter of ‘old soul’, and requests more information about the matter.
Many writings were already elaborated in the past regarding ‘evolved souls’, notably those released by the founders of the Theosophical Society (Blavatsky, Hodson, Q. Judge, Leadbeater, Bessant). Many other mystics and masters who came after them also made substantial contributions to the subject. In some previous writings of mine, like the ones about freethinkers, individuated psyche, free spirits, I did present a synthesis of the thoughts of previous thinkers about the matter (please see my previous articles in my blogs: http://erleargonza.blogspot.com, http://raefdargon.mysticblogs.com).
To simplify the subject, we begin with Blavatsky’s thought that we all go through three (3) levels of evolution that take place simultaneously: spiritual, mental, physical. As we progress in the material and mental dimensions, so should we also evolve in the spiritual dimension. Not only our physical-etheric and mental bodies but also our souls do evolve. It is ‘soul age’ that is the true measure of one’s age rather than the chronological age which is a mere analytical devise that is replete with illusions.
Following the ‘law of uneven development’, we better note that not all souls progress at similar paces. There are those souls who were very lackadaisical in the Path, were so slow in absorbing the wisdom lessons, and have lagged behind the more fast-paced ones. These souls we mystics call the ‘laggards’ or ‘evolutionary laggards’.
On the other hand, there are those souls who were more determined in evolving fast and are endowed with the spirit of conquerors. They quest for the heights of the Path and desire to conquer the lower self in the shortest time possible ever. They rise like the Sphinx, and thus become leaders among men and women in all walks of life. We mystics call them the ‘evolved souls’ or ‘highly evolved souls’.
In ancient China the term for the laggard is ‘young soul’ while that for the evolved soul is ‘old soul’. These terms sound cute, so I’d use them more than the terms laggards and evolved souls. The term ‘laggard’ sounds pejorative, and is immersed in Victorian embellishments, so I’d better use ‘young soul’ before some true laggards out there might wish to stone me to death for sounding condescending.
As a matter of convenience, I’d refer to those between the young and old souls as the ‘middling souls’. Many of these souls are now on the threshold to ‘old soul’ age. Though they cannot yet move apart from the devotional methods that are common among young souls, they are also open to new ideas or unconventional thought about the higher mysteries. They are the hybrid devotee-seeker.
Moving back to the old souls, because they are fast-pacers and they can lead in the Path, they are often brought back to the physical plane by the Karmic Board as soon as they leave their bodies upon (physical) death. They hardly have rest in the higher spheres at all. They immediately plunge back to the physical plane for The Work. Upon returning here they are quick to show the psyche of a Seeker and are scornful of superstitious orthodoxies that are fit for the young souls.
As such, they are right away assigned by the Cosmic Hierarchy with spirit guides (Catholics’ ‘guardian angels’) of higher caliber than the rest of the population upon return. Most often they meet these guides early in life, who appear to them in dreams or materialize in front of them while they are still kids.
The oldest of souls are provided right away with guides who are of an even higher caliber: spiritual masters. A mahatma or ascended master serves the role of an ‘adviser’ who is the main guru of the aspiring soul. The mahatma than assigns ‘masters of wisdom’ to the said soul for each of the different phases in his/her initiation. Sometimes a mighty angel such as a Seraph will team up with a master to guide the aspiring old soul.
In my Path for instance, my mahatma happens to be the chohan of the 1st Ray (warriorship) of the cosmic order, the Great White Lodge, whom I met via a dream at age 18. He had since guided me along the way, and recently assigned a master and a seraph as my ‘spiritual professors’. Master J and Master Seraph (I don’t know the angel’s name) manifest before me every now and then in meditation visions and in the dream state. The seraph is particularly robust, tall and mightily awesome, and it will scare any Fallen One to dare to come and attack me if it perceives this celestial guide and guardian.
Because old souls tap cosmic energy so naturally more than the middling and young souls, they also normally radiate with a magnetism that seems beyond comprehension. They end up as charismatic leaders, as born leaders, and even under duress, stress and storm they rise up like the mighty Sphinx to become the conquerors of all spheres of life. Even in the financial-business world today they have carved out mighty domains and huge followings.
As adolescents they are already filled with the sense of urgency to plunge into The Work. Not only do they study The Teaching with a hunger that ordinary folks can’t comprehend, they also do service, advocacy, organizing, and related deeds of the High Cause with such zeal and passion that they exude the psyche of responsible adults too early in life.
While they may exhibit such fondness for the folks (young and middling souls) whom they perceive as clientele worth serving, they have ambivalence over shallow, petty, impertinent pursuits, talks and thoughts from the latter. One old soul whose excessive ambivalence led him to an even deeper condescension over the folks, F. Nietzsche, eventually fell in the Path and was overshadowed by the Hierarchs of Evil. So for the old souls out there, please rethink the way you behave towards the folks, so that you can say you’re still well on track in the Path of Light.
Now, since I mentioned ‘the fall’, I may as well inform the readers that old souls do comprise of both the ‘Lightworkers’ and the ‘Fallen Ones’. Edgar Cayce, the great American 20th century mystic, referred to the former as the ‘Goodly Company’ and the latter as the ‘Sons of Belial’. As a mystic I do recognize the possibility of The Fall, that many old souls did fall many steps behind. Engagement in black magic, corruption, totalitarian domination, abominations and so on by any old soul clearly indicates his/her fall along the way.
So we now face this situation of polarity, as seemingly an equal number of old souls are positioned on either side of the coin. Many old souls are still falling today, while many fallen ones are getting back to the Path of Light. There is imbalance in the world, as the Fallen Ones do not seem to follow ‘rules of engagement’, have violated the truce concurred 100,000 years before between the Arch. Michael’s forces and those of Lucifer’s, they blatantly continue with their evil designs till these days.
We do need to accept this reality, for we are a Fallen Planet. Earth is a domain of the Fallen Ones, and they are simply asserting their perceived pre-emptive right towards this planet, its resources and its populations. And these Fallen Ones connect well to forces outside the solar system, whom they have called for to their side in their past, present and future offensives.
But many Fallen Ones do go back to the Path of Light, many have already returned, and this is the good news. The true old souls, the true pathfinders, our sanguine leaders in the Path they are, who have rejoined those who never fell at all. They are always welcome to the Path, the Almighty One is as merciful as ever and has welcomed back these prodigal sons and daughters.
Admittedly, as an old soul and mystic, I do possess a very bellicose attitude towards the Fallen Ones. They can never be trusted. However, I have modified my attitude, in that I will never go out mission-wise to track down and destroy them. We are an open market of souls here, Earth is a spiritual laissez faire, let them Fallen Ones do their convincing tasks while we Light Workers or Christ-Force workers do ours, each one respecting our rights to disseminate and propagate our respective teachings.
To my fellow Christ-centered old souls out there, fear not the Fallen Ones. Seek ye the protection of your Guides and the Almighty One. But please learn to protect yourself too. The shamanic mystics have already released to the world many of the protective tools, it just takes a matter of perseverance to search for and locate the tools and apply them accordingly. And fear not death in the Path, for above you are the Guides who will catch and secure you any time that death comes unexpectedly.
Think only of advancing The Cause. And please be an exemplar in all the spheres of life, which Blavatsky and the Asian teachers outlined as: Will, Wisdom, Art, Devotion, Science, Service, Alchemy. Failing in each one of the seven (7) categories or criteria will raise doubts as to your ‘old soul’ contentions, and will make you return back in another incarnation to where you were before.
The Cause is summed up in the line: “freedom for all is the ultimate cause of all causes” (see Collegium Liberum). So let it be. Aum.
[Writ 05 February 2008, Quezon City, MetroManila]
Magandang araw! Good day!
I just recently received a communication from a Canadian spiritual seeker, a lady, who is now going through tumultuous changes. She, like many other seekers and even devotees whom I’ve encountered in the past, is interested in the matter of ‘old soul’, and requests more information about the matter.
Many writings were already elaborated in the past regarding ‘evolved souls’, notably those released by the founders of the Theosophical Society (Blavatsky, Hodson, Q. Judge, Leadbeater, Bessant). Many other mystics and masters who came after them also made substantial contributions to the subject. In some previous writings of mine, like the ones about freethinkers, individuated psyche, free spirits, I did present a synthesis of the thoughts of previous thinkers about the matter (please see my previous articles in my blogs: http://erleargonza.blogspot.com, http://raefdargon.mysticblogs.com).
To simplify the subject, we begin with Blavatsky’s thought that we all go through three (3) levels of evolution that take place simultaneously: spiritual, mental, physical. As we progress in the material and mental dimensions, so should we also evolve in the spiritual dimension. Not only our physical-etheric and mental bodies but also our souls do evolve. It is ‘soul age’ that is the true measure of one’s age rather than the chronological age which is a mere analytical devise that is replete with illusions.
Following the ‘law of uneven development’, we better note that not all souls progress at similar paces. There are those souls who were very lackadaisical in the Path, were so slow in absorbing the wisdom lessons, and have lagged behind the more fast-paced ones. These souls we mystics call the ‘laggards’ or ‘evolutionary laggards’.
On the other hand, there are those souls who were more determined in evolving fast and are endowed with the spirit of conquerors. They quest for the heights of the Path and desire to conquer the lower self in the shortest time possible ever. They rise like the Sphinx, and thus become leaders among men and women in all walks of life. We mystics call them the ‘evolved souls’ or ‘highly evolved souls’.
In ancient China the term for the laggard is ‘young soul’ while that for the evolved soul is ‘old soul’. These terms sound cute, so I’d use them more than the terms laggards and evolved souls. The term ‘laggard’ sounds pejorative, and is immersed in Victorian embellishments, so I’d better use ‘young soul’ before some true laggards out there might wish to stone me to death for sounding condescending.
As a matter of convenience, I’d refer to those between the young and old souls as the ‘middling souls’. Many of these souls are now on the threshold to ‘old soul’ age. Though they cannot yet move apart from the devotional methods that are common among young souls, they are also open to new ideas or unconventional thought about the higher mysteries. They are the hybrid devotee-seeker.
Moving back to the old souls, because they are fast-pacers and they can lead in the Path, they are often brought back to the physical plane by the Karmic Board as soon as they leave their bodies upon (physical) death. They hardly have rest in the higher spheres at all. They immediately plunge back to the physical plane for The Work. Upon returning here they are quick to show the psyche of a Seeker and are scornful of superstitious orthodoxies that are fit for the young souls.
As such, they are right away assigned by the Cosmic Hierarchy with spirit guides (Catholics’ ‘guardian angels’) of higher caliber than the rest of the population upon return. Most often they meet these guides early in life, who appear to them in dreams or materialize in front of them while they are still kids.
The oldest of souls are provided right away with guides who are of an even higher caliber: spiritual masters. A mahatma or ascended master serves the role of an ‘adviser’ who is the main guru of the aspiring soul. The mahatma than assigns ‘masters of wisdom’ to the said soul for each of the different phases in his/her initiation. Sometimes a mighty angel such as a Seraph will team up with a master to guide the aspiring old soul.
In my Path for instance, my mahatma happens to be the chohan of the 1st Ray (warriorship) of the cosmic order, the Great White Lodge, whom I met via a dream at age 18. He had since guided me along the way, and recently assigned a master and a seraph as my ‘spiritual professors’. Master J and Master Seraph (I don’t know the angel’s name) manifest before me every now and then in meditation visions and in the dream state. The seraph is particularly robust, tall and mightily awesome, and it will scare any Fallen One to dare to come and attack me if it perceives this celestial guide and guardian.
Because old souls tap cosmic energy so naturally more than the middling and young souls, they also normally radiate with a magnetism that seems beyond comprehension. They end up as charismatic leaders, as born leaders, and even under duress, stress and storm they rise up like the mighty Sphinx to become the conquerors of all spheres of life. Even in the financial-business world today they have carved out mighty domains and huge followings.
As adolescents they are already filled with the sense of urgency to plunge into The Work. Not only do they study The Teaching with a hunger that ordinary folks can’t comprehend, they also do service, advocacy, organizing, and related deeds of the High Cause with such zeal and passion that they exude the psyche of responsible adults too early in life.
While they may exhibit such fondness for the folks (young and middling souls) whom they perceive as clientele worth serving, they have ambivalence over shallow, petty, impertinent pursuits, talks and thoughts from the latter. One old soul whose excessive ambivalence led him to an even deeper condescension over the folks, F. Nietzsche, eventually fell in the Path and was overshadowed by the Hierarchs of Evil. So for the old souls out there, please rethink the way you behave towards the folks, so that you can say you’re still well on track in the Path of Light.
Now, since I mentioned ‘the fall’, I may as well inform the readers that old souls do comprise of both the ‘Lightworkers’ and the ‘Fallen Ones’. Edgar Cayce, the great American 20th century mystic, referred to the former as the ‘Goodly Company’ and the latter as the ‘Sons of Belial’. As a mystic I do recognize the possibility of The Fall, that many old souls did fall many steps behind. Engagement in black magic, corruption, totalitarian domination, abominations and so on by any old soul clearly indicates his/her fall along the way.
So we now face this situation of polarity, as seemingly an equal number of old souls are positioned on either side of the coin. Many old souls are still falling today, while many fallen ones are getting back to the Path of Light. There is imbalance in the world, as the Fallen Ones do not seem to follow ‘rules of engagement’, have violated the truce concurred 100,000 years before between the Arch. Michael’s forces and those of Lucifer’s, they blatantly continue with their evil designs till these days.
We do need to accept this reality, for we are a Fallen Planet. Earth is a domain of the Fallen Ones, and they are simply asserting their perceived pre-emptive right towards this planet, its resources and its populations. And these Fallen Ones connect well to forces outside the solar system, whom they have called for to their side in their past, present and future offensives.
But many Fallen Ones do go back to the Path of Light, many have already returned, and this is the good news. The true old souls, the true pathfinders, our sanguine leaders in the Path they are, who have rejoined those who never fell at all. They are always welcome to the Path, the Almighty One is as merciful as ever and has welcomed back these prodigal sons and daughters.
Admittedly, as an old soul and mystic, I do possess a very bellicose attitude towards the Fallen Ones. They can never be trusted. However, I have modified my attitude, in that I will never go out mission-wise to track down and destroy them. We are an open market of souls here, Earth is a spiritual laissez faire, let them Fallen Ones do their convincing tasks while we Light Workers or Christ-Force workers do ours, each one respecting our rights to disseminate and propagate our respective teachings.
To my fellow Christ-centered old souls out there, fear not the Fallen Ones. Seek ye the protection of your Guides and the Almighty One. But please learn to protect yourself too. The shamanic mystics have already released to the world many of the protective tools, it just takes a matter of perseverance to search for and locate the tools and apply them accordingly. And fear not death in the Path, for above you are the Guides who will catch and secure you any time that death comes unexpectedly.
Think only of advancing The Cause. And please be an exemplar in all the spheres of life, which Blavatsky and the Asian teachers outlined as: Will, Wisdom, Art, Devotion, Science, Service, Alchemy. Failing in each one of the seven (7) categories or criteria will raise doubts as to your ‘old soul’ contentions, and will make you return back in another incarnation to where you were before.
The Cause is summed up in the line: “freedom for all is the ultimate cause of all causes” (see Collegium Liberum). So let it be. Aum.
[Writ 05 February 2008, Quezon City, MetroManila]
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