Darling of a Wolf.

All my life I’ve always had dogs. Big, furry ones. But I probably have not reciprocated their love and affection as much as dogs would hope for. In fact, I did regard them as guards instead of pets, And many of these selfless creatures have come and gone, leaving me memories of sweet moments that they were there to defend me from danger and protect me with their very lives.

Ungrateful as I am, I behold them as ‘Royal Canines’ I serve and protect instead. What with the endless meals I prepare, food more expensive than mine, and the endless belly rubs….. Yes, your highnesses, I am here your servant for your beck and call….

But for all the complaints I make after stressful sweeping and mopping to eliminate furs that cause me to cough, at the end of the day, the doggies were there beside me, guarding me, watching me, breathing me, sniffing my white night shirt as if its the sweetest smell in the world.

This time and age when food delivery has become a fad, my dogs have assumed another duty – a barker when the ‘grab driver’ has arrived for my nourishment, Yet feedback has it that these poor delivery guys had been threatened by my wolf Bucky. Every one claimed they did cower by the mere wolf stare. Ha ha. But really, inside my home, Bucky is a darling of a wolf.

Memorare This Difficult Time in Man’s Story

Eight days now that I had fervidly tuned in to the news about the ‘Sword of Iron,’ a war Israel declared on the terrorist group known as Hamas operating in the Gaza Strip, with the Gazan Palestinians as their shield. How can I not be so passionate when the massacre that transpired in the surprise incursion of Israel villages sounded so biblical…

Elderly friends sent me messages asking about the prophecies in the book of Revelation, especially Armageddon, which I would not dwell on because of a forewarning that no one should add nor subtract anything from that final book of the Bible. So, I’d let you read for your self..

What I would like to delve about is a prophecy from an Old Testament book called Ezekiel which foretold of the Gog and the Magog….

“14Therefore prophesy, son of man, and tell Gog that this is what the Lord GOD says: On that day when My people Israel are dwelling securely, will you not take notice of this? 15And you will come from your place out of the far north— you and many peoples with you, all riding horses— a mighty horde, a huge army. 16You will advance against My people Israel like a cloud covering the land. It will happen in the latter days, O Gog, that I will bring you against My land, so that the nations may know Me when I show Myself holy in you before their eyes.…”

Biblical scholars have studied that “Gog is a person who rules over the land of Magog (Russia). Magog means the “Prince of Rosh.” (Gog) Rosh is the old root word for the land of Russia. God informs Gog and Magog in Ezekiel 38:15, “You will come from your place in the far North” (the Hebrew word means “the uttermost part of the North.”

It was also foretold that nations will pepper down Israel till the small nation is down on its belly, and when Israel can no longer fight, help will come.

Just reminding everyone of this biblical prophecy so we know whose side must we be on, for Muslims have already amassed in key cities round the world in their so-called ‘day of rage!; What is the rage for when the terrorists of militant Muslims were the ones who decapitated babies, molested young ladies, and killed ordinary, peaceful citizens.

Let us call on the intercession of our Lady of Guadalupe, aka as Our Lady of Victory on this very difficult time in history. Let us pray the MEMORARE.

Remember of most gracious Virgin Mary

that never was it known

that anyone who fled to Thy protection,

implored Thy help,

or sought Thy intercession,

was left unaided.

Inspired by this confidence

I fly unto Thee,

O Virgin of virgins, my Mother.

To Thee do I come,

before Thee I stand,

sinful and sorrowful.

O Mother of the Word Incarnate,

despise not my petitions,

but in Thy clement hear and answer me.

Amen.

Pakpak Lawin aka Eagle’s Wings

How does one feel when one travels to his or her ancestral town in the far away province?

For me, there was actually an expectation of serenity and simplicity, for what else does one see at the other side of the mountain but farm fields, a tiny nipa hut sitting right at the heart of the plain, then farther still, tall coconut trees all in a row, fruit and vinegar kiosks the stands of which are made of bamboo, mazapan or sweets shops all products of which are inherently Pinoy, including the chicken empanada and the chicharon, and most importantly, the simple farmer folks who, for the longest number of years, dwell in those garden surrounded family homestead, waiting each day for the coming of a new sun.

The travel was long, the kilometers stretched, and even if I was diabetic, I couldn’t resist the powdery espasol. I was hungry. I ate five all at once, and that shot my sugar up, for I needed to quench my thirst two hours later, and after three glasses of cold water, my throat still felt parched. Hu Hu!

But I was happy. A relative gave me some hanging plants from her garden, one of which was called Pakpak Lawin. Mentally I translated, and that means Eagle’s Wings. Wow, I thought, perhaps I will soar , on Eagle’s Wings, and while I was thinking exactly that, my relative said, you will fly high. For culture has it, if you are gifted with Pakpak Lawin, you are meant to fly with the eagles

(from memories exactly a decade ago, written for my mother as I traveled to her hometown)