The Last Encounter

What good in growing old is things seem to get clearer even the slightest details somehow find its way to be given significant impact especially in telling stories, and as personally close as I’m now getting to you?  Practically I’ve told most of my secret facts I don’t used to divulge while I’m still young.  But anyway having a blog like this is tantamount to going personally public, so my life now is like a book wide opened for anybody to read, although I still have that option to remain as private as I could, somehow there is no use doing it because you’ll only turn up a loner or someone who is so deep rooted into believing on yourself that you are someone soooo goood, which practically you are not!  I know I’m not really good, but I just thought I could get things done if I want to. 

So it’s just a matter of handling it as carefully or even as cornily or crappily as you could get like what I’m doing now.  But sometimes I was also thinking about some standard or perhaps a contest (like the most crappy blog in town or in the net) being put up by the internet or the web itself to qualify bloggers like me.  And perhaps I would find time, interest or enthusiasm to join because my blogs qualify that category.  But then, I’m not even sure about it.  I don’t really want to exceed my expectations but I’m certainly sure as far as crappiness is concerned I aptly qualifies perhaps!  And if that happens, well probably goodwater724 would finally reap some crappy awards.  How’s about that!  But of course, if I don’t qualify that category who else would?  Then probably they will try to look around and ultimately found out that there’s no one other than me!  The No. 1 Crappy Blogs in Town!  I’m just trying to be funny!  (LOL) 

But honest let’s take a deeper thought on this and you would find some little sense in it!  Yes, for instance, in my case, I’m sure I could not make it on the top list of bloggers, and I have no slightest intention to be one,  but I’m sure too that I’m exerting all my efforts to achieve something no matter how minimal or meaningless it seems to be.  So no doubt, I would be satisfied even it’s just the ultimate worst title I could get and would just consider it deserving for failures and forsaken writers like me!  But at least you have a prize for all your efforts!  And for someone aimless with no big deal dreams and goals in life I think that would be good enough.  What do you think?

And the criteria for crappiness of course can be clearly seen in itself or by the blog itself.  There is almost always constant updates or posting as even regular as weekly, or monthly, or whatever, and subjects or topics are varied and indefinite, and most importantly, no readers, no comments, no nothing!  Surely this blog has all of those things!  Huh!  So, okay!  Let’s vote for me!  The No. 1 Crappy Blogs in Town!  (LOL again!)

If you think I’m joking, I’m not really!  Anyway I’m just thinking out loud so you know what’s on my mind, and I mean it.  If things like this would push thru, where in fact in the deep recesses of my mind, as well as yours maybe,  is active and ongoing, well, all we need is the sensible moves for sensible people concerned with this to go with the forward step, and we’ll happily await for it.

What a lousy, incredible intro!  But this could happen!  Couldn’t it?             

Anyway I’m about to relate to you one more episode in my life which has given me enough zeal and vigor to go on bungling this digital world of the computer.  This is my last encounter with a doctor and I hope there would never be another.  Because this time it’s kind of scary and desperate attempt to take the risk.  It’s more of an “it’s-now-or-never thing”!  Like those Kamikaze Boys who bombed Pearl Harbor plunging to their deaths but inflicting injuries and havoc before it.  Only in my case I don’t have to die and plunge to my death directly, unless the objective turned out useless and futile then I should probably wreck havoc not to the world or anybody but myself.

When you’re busy like me almost forgetting to take my daily showers and sometimes  meals on time and calls of nature due to mandatory responsibilities and duties, something’s got to give and for sure you wouldn’t know what it is until you ended up groping in the dark on a broad sunlit daylight!

So that phrase shouldn’t be new to you, should it?  Yes, I’m still referring to that magnificent balls of fire, sometimes mirrors of the soul and gateway to paradise, and some really inspired poet calls it Angel eyes!  (But for me, it’s rather Angel Eye! singular for a fact and reason.)

As functionally incapacitated as I am due to my sole vision, the right eye only, I’ve been very careful, cautious, and very sensitive about overdoing it or stressing it into any kind of exertion of effort.  So almost always I see to it that it is properly protected and taken cared of by having a nap every now and then just to relax it, wearing goggles when working and glasses when outdoors.    But despite all these efforts, somehow the growing old thing has ways of taking its toll.  I started feeling unusual manifestation of my vision when I aged 40.  And it continues in gradual stages growing worst as I go further aging more.  When I reached 50, yes some rather uncomfortable condition took place despite corrective ocular lenses were applied.

So here, whether I like it or don’t I was forced to see an eye specialist.  Not that one who fixed my false left eye.  He’s a new one, young and upcoming and with some gorgeous records of credibility.  Again I don’t need to mention the name, his clinic, or hospital he works, to prevent any commercial leanings.  But he’s really good and yes, his fee is goddamn astounding!   Now you know I’m merely referring to the common illness or irritant irritating elderly people, yes!  It’s cataract!

But before going to the highlight or climax of this narrative, let me just confirm to you some of the common symptoms often misunderstood by people experiencing this ailment.  I hate numbering things even details, so I just continue with it as regular as I’m telling stories to you.  First, you will feel or notice slight blurring of vision, but a slight rubbing with the back of the palms would cure it!  Then, again for an hour the blurring would take place again, and so on and on.  Until all of a sudden it’s gone, meaning all clear again.  But the next day, you’ll find the sun covered with some kind of curtain so heavy and probably thick you will barely see white but entirely no practical visibility of sight!  That’s the first and the worst that could happen to your eyes.  You will even attempt to see yourself in the mirror and no matter what you do you could not find your image, but plain white thing without anything to it, not even the mirror!  That’s actually the end of the cataract process!  You’ll end up now groping for your wife to bring you to the doctor!

When this happened to me, I was broke no money, no nothing except my balls!  But my wife loves me and she did all that she could to get me well.  Like I told you she brought me to that doctor, the best in town probably.  But the fee is best too!  But deep within me I was planning to commit suicide!  I know it’s my end.  Imagine not seeing things anymore!  Secretly my wife called on her relatives and siblings and without my knowing it until finally she was able to procure the money for the operation.  We finally found our way to the doctor.  And the applications of anesthesia took hours longer than the actual operation which is just a matter of 5 or 10 minutes.  I got the best lens so far as per choice of my wife, so that’s what made the fee so astounding,  but  I’m seeing things now back again as normal as it could!

So I’m like a bionic man now!  Left eye false, right eye superhuman because now it’s cataract proof, with new first class lens, that’s why I’m now having fun blogging!  In line with this, I would surely want to go public in announcing to the world that I owe this sight I’m having now to these few wonderful people in my life:  Miss Lilibeth Achacoso of Canada, a generous beauteous niece; Mrs. Isabelita M. Santos and Mrs. Myrna Andres, my ably kindly spirited sisters in law, and to the many other people who had been concerned and supportive having my vision restored again.

The moral here, no matter how deep is the trouble and how desperate things are, don’t lose hope!  God help those who do not help themselves, through other people!  And as long as there are good and nice people we’ll always see things turning good.  Thanks a lot!

Goodwater724

25-09-11

Twist of Fate!

I still have one or two more personal experiences with doctors.  Since we or I actually is quite out of any other interesting topics to discuss, I might as well dwell on these two more episodes in my life that had something to do with my being a normal person now as seen by a third party not related to me or even a total stranger at all, for that matter.  Otherwise without these two more experiences in my life I would look so terribly forsaken, downhearted and probably better dead than alive.

The first one is my experience when I was about to have my left eye fixed with an artificial eye.  I’ve discussed very briefly about all this in my previous blog, and this is just an addendum to explain some rather funny if not strange actuations that transpired during those times. I was about to enter my first year of college then and I’m quite uneasy or fuzzy every time I see myself in the mirror I hated the face I see, my left eye closed as if the eyeball was pierced by some bird of prey.  So I agreed with my parents to have that false eye fixed to it before enrolling to college.  My mother as usual brought me to a doctor, the father is always not available to this kind of chore or duty; his main concern is to work and provide the family means to keep body and soul intact.  Ergo, we’re now at the doctor’s office or clinic. I won’t mention the doctor’s name and clinic or hospital anymore, he must have been dead by now too, but suffice it to say that he’s an eye specialist and very prominent during those times.  In fact he’s been awarded some merit and recognition for his service to humanity and constantly has write-ups on magazines and journals.  My first encounter with him was just about hopeless.  Just at his first look at my eye without even using any gadget to examine it, he’s sure it’s useless, meaning no amount of effort could possibly fixed it anymore except the application of a false eye just to look normal and good.  So, he didn’t attempt to further the examination, instead he summoned us, my mother and me, to see his assistant or possibly technician, a male; to do the necessary measurement or gauges about the false eye to be fixed.

The technician was through with the detail like color and size and submitted it to the doctor after fixing some pro-forma eye in my left eye and the doctor in turn motioned us to sit and wait for the bill.  My mother almost collapsed when the bill was handed to her.  It’s P30, 000!  For a measly false one eye would cost so much it’s probably too much unless it has some diamond sparkle right in the iris of it.  But it’s just a plastic eye!  So very much the kind of material like those false teeth are made of!  Anyway the false eye is to be made within three days to one week, and would surely look like my real no defect right eye.  We’re required to be there at his office on that day with the money, of course, and he’ll be the one to fix it.  We don’t have a phone then, but we have filled up some clinic or hospital form there where our whereabouts and whatabouts were indicated.

My mother was worrying where to get the additional money.  She barely had P10, 000.  So she’s sure we’re not going to see the doctor in one week or even a month or even worst, a year!  We’re practically hopeless and had given up the idea, until maybe when my father who was a mere electrical lineman could come up with his appointment to work abroad particularly in Guam.  We’re at this deplorable situation when after three days, we heard someone knocking at the door.  My mother opened it and saw the doctor’s technician.  So meeked but happy to find our place he entered and sat right at the sofa and called me; showed me the artificial eye already done.  My mother butted in adamantly refusing to accept it because we don’t have the money.  But in miraculous twist of fate, the technician said, “That’s why I’m here to fix this to Ed; with practically any amount you could afford to give.  You don’t have to go to the clinic anymore and don’t mention this to the doctor!”  And right there and then he confronted me and fixed the false eye to my left eyeball.  It fits well and looks like the same as my right eye and simultaneously moving at will where my right eye goes!  So it looks real!  My mother was happy and given the technician that P10, 000 she’s been keeping.  Yes!  And to a much more surprising thing the technician returned to my mother P9, 500!  And he said, “For Ed’s enrollment in college.”  My mother almost cried I saw tears glistening from her eyes as she embraced the technician so hard, if my father was there, the technician would have rather got a good sucking!  And before saying goodbye he approached me and had a good jumbling of my head and said, “Study hard Ed, good luck to you.”   

I don’t even know the name of that technician!  I just called him “Kuya”, Filipino term for elderly brother.  But up to now he’s constantly in my mind and where ever he is right now I always wishes him and his family well and good.

I’ll close for now.  There is one more coming up next time, if you’re still interested on this kind of tales.

Goodwater724

22-09-11        

Still on Lies!

This is just about what is very common negligence, or you might even call it error or short or narrow-mindedness, to or of me.  Every time I go on a new subject like that blog last time, you bet there is lot of things I seemed to forget to touch about and mentioned in, at least, brief details.  Like the simple matter about that balot thing, yes! It’s because I thought I had already explained it.  But you’re right!  It’s still on my mind, intact!  But I’m sure you knew it too!  So I didn’t bother telling it to you last time.  Now because I got messages from my cell phone as if correcting me of the nature of balot & penoy so I had to tell you that the real balot & penoy in its strict sense of the word and the hard fact to it is: Yes, the egg that is made to a balot or penoy originally came from a mother duck’s egg!  So that’s why the delicacy is really something out of this world because a duck’s egg is surely more nutritious and good than a hen’s egg, and quite bigger in size!  But because I’ve been used to eating balot made from hen’s egg due to my uncle who had little poultry raising chickens and eggs for business then and very often he encountered the problem of the eggs not being hatched maybe because of his faulty incubators old and outmoded using only kerosene gas to heat up the gadget, unlike now where incubators are electronically or digitally operated; so almost frequently we were fed of balot made from chicken eggs.  So that moment when I discussed that last blog before this, the duck egg thing, yes, totally slipped my mind but honest it’s in my head only lying there at the back of my cerebellum!  Well, no problem I stand corrected but of course, a chicken or hen balot or penoy is also good and just as exotic as a duck’s, only the balot or penoy made from it doesn’t “quack”!  And surely that’s a fact!

Meanwhile let’s leave the above subject for a much interesting, if not more of a crappy configuration and revelation.  Our topic here is still on lies!

We sure must have some valid reasons each for hating, or that must be a harsh or hard word for it, maybe avoiding is better, a doctor! Yes, I won’t tell you about yours but my own reasons only.  Mine started when I was on my freshmen year of existence.  I was very young then, maybe 13 to 14yo.  I’m so fond of doing strenuous exercises like chinning bars, weight lifting, etc, to prop up my not really skinny body but just too robust it up, not in my home but with my well-to-do friends who seemed to have a complete line-up of sport gadgets including dumb and barbells.  Every time I’m through exercising, it’s always a tendency for me to have runny nose, I kept sneezing and my nose just felt so itchy and the liquid stuff kept flowing for one to two hours continuously.  It’s terribly irritating sometime making my nose so fluffy out of constant wiping of my hankies I always had two to three pieces in my pocket just ready for this kind of mess.  In short my mother noticed this unlikely situation and decided to bring me to a doctor within our neighborhood who had a small receiving office at one of the stalls along the street there.  I was checked, examined and everything needed to do about.  And the verdict of the doctor, a general practitioner, I guess, and not a specialist on nose defects, was I had a sinusitis needing an outright operation to prevent blooming to a more serious matter like cancer!  My mother agreed to have me an operation and just about asked for some period of two months to put up the money needed for the fee.  Within that period I stopped exercising and the runny nose stopped in itself without practically any medication!  But still my mother was insistent as she had now the money for the operation.  So I said, no I don’t need that operation anymore, I’m good!  You might as well buy that money a television set, black and white TV set by then, no color yet!  So that’s how we’re able to have a TV set and again prevented me from hanging all the wee hours of nights to my friends.  And that doctor later turned out to be really a quack one faking his credentials and was uprooted from his stall and I wonder he must be still in jail or probably dead by now.

 This next one is still about a doctor but this one happened just so recently in my now autumn or twilight zones of my life.  By nature I know I’m sturdy, quite tough, not that kind who’s bullying who, but hard and tough on my physical stature.  Perhaps my innate love of exercise and adventurous flairs had given me this kind of robust and almost always fit and perfect condition all the time to do or undo anything!  But what I failed to make and do is the necessary precautions and protection of my teeth!  Although I’m constantly brushing them twice or even as many as required especially when you’re about to engage in some kissing ventures with some girlfriends, of course, they always look good and taste and smell good probably!  Otherwise, if not, the girls will shy out or even evade you for an encore!  This condition is only good and last while we’re all still young.  Eventually as we all matured, and no one’s surely exempted to it, even elephants as they matured, they too, experienced this deplorable situation of dwindling capability of our dentures to maintain its youthful attributes.  So decay and ordinary wear and tear due to constant use started sipping in.  Poor thing for elephants because when they started breaking tooth or teeth, especially the molars, that’s their end.   Surely they cannot grind grasses, plants, and trees anymore.  And they go somewhere else and wait for their moment to die.              

 We’re still lucky humans because the false denture was invented.  I still have some good original dentures in me save for three molars which had been uprooted already.  But I could still grind my food intakes well and doesn’t give me any trouble about constipation due to non digestion of foods.  But still I sort of envied my wife who now could talk; even sing while she’s brushing her teeth, yes, she has a full artificial denture!  So I decided to have myself fixed a false denture too to patch up those teeth I lacked myself.  And the sad thing is, and I surely don’t know why, the dentist had to pull out some more teeth just to give way for an easy and perfect fit of that false denture.  Oh my God!  For me she had to uproot the remaining molars in my mouth and some three minor teeth I don’t know what they’re called.  I don’t know if she’s only trying to increase her service fee because practically every tooth pulled out is worth some additional hundred of pesos aside from the fixed fee for fabricating a false denture.  Consequently, despite my utter discontent, I agreed and have all those teeth she chose to uproot been uprooted.  And that was where I noted the lie because she’s having a hard time pulling out the teeth which for sure are still good!  Now the sad thing is I can’t get myself used to that goddamn false teeth fixed up and down my mouth.    So practically I still don’t have much use for it.  So now who’s using it is my belt bag where I used to keep it.  And I was merely putting it when I was to meet some lovely ladies among my customers in electronics.   Of course, don’t get me wrong, I just want to appear presentable as I could!

So the lie here I guess is about that pulling another teeth just to make way for a new false teeth!  There are surely doctors now who abhorred pulling teeth and would even remedy your defective teeth thru transplanting or embedding false but almost as real teeth on your gums.  Better when you’re about to have yours replaced see them first before anything else like going to those quack dentists who’re only good at pulling teeth off!

Will see some more coming up!  Thanks a lot!

Goodwater724

17-09-11           

Why Do People Lie?

 My last post should have been very timely when done right during the Lenten season when minds and interest and reflections seem directed to the inner sanctum of human beings.  But again for lack of nothing ready on hand to post except the usual wittering on my personal peripheral prefectures, I just rather got done with it. Anyway it has nothing much to do with the Lenten season, I’m sure.  In fact I should have captioned it “The Agony of Goodwater724″, because  I’d just been through my tactical and technical ranting when I posted my “So What”.  But of course it would be out of place because I don’t have anything to do about all the episodes that were involved in that Judas’s post and plot.   And surely Goodwater724 hasn’t that much agony like Judas had.  Except perhaps my seemingly innate and unavoidable, uncontrollable desire to lie!  But in all intent and purpose it’s not an agony at all but maybe a minor sin or misdemeanor.  Or is it?

But why really do people lie is something not so very extraordinary anymore, I think.  In fact for some people like me for instance, it’s very common for me to lie.  Because for the simple reason that it’s easier to lie than tell the truth!  I overheard a couple maybe in their new or recent flairs with each other and the girl said, “Why are you so fond of suffixing or ending “luv u” in all your texts to me?  The boy answered, “Because it’s easier said than done.”  Yeah, maybe the boy is having a hard time placing his preparations to hit a spot as in billiard so he’s just trying to batter the girl with “luv u” things to finally open up and welcome him with wide opened you know what I mean, no not arms!  And consequently if he continues on doing that “luv u” thing you can be goddamn sure he’s only lying.

For some lying is surely a business.  And when we speak of business it will surely turned out to be everybody else’s business.  It could be a simple lie about the potable water we drink, purified as it is with all the state of the art purifying mechanisms carried by their ads and flyers; sold by those mushrooming water stations in the country; but take a closer look on their peripheral novelty and in 10 out of clandestine examination or scrutiny you will do, you’re lucky if you find any one of the ten running their purifying equipment.  So things are really getting to be bogus nowadays, especially so because power and energy rates are rising faster than the rates of increase on income, so surely these water stations, I think, are having all their gambits sprouting in so many places because it’s a lucrative business, or is it?  So what we could aptly do is re-filter or re-purify those purportedly purified waters we’re buying from those bogus small suppliers; but a much better option is to buy only at those well certified and registered dealers.  We all know these dealers.  Of course, they come a bit costly but it’s all worth it.

Now on foods:  The very common and still very much ongoing practice, or in fact I want to call it expertise!, is about the spoiled eggs that weren’t incubated properly by the mother hens or human made incubators and didn’t hatched at all and subsequently cooked, boiled to some extent by some enterprising people who discovered it’s nutrients and food values and now being sold to the general public as a delicacy or even a food supplement in itself.  I’m sure Philippine Google has a more appropriate and maybe detailed meaning for “Balot” & “Penoy”.  So just to be sure if you don’t quite get my own description, better log on that words for a minute then get back here.  Now, actually these balot and penoy are not accidently procured or availed of anymore, but intentionally are done in perfect timing processes where the desired end for the eggs is achieved be it balot or penoy.  So no more need for mother hens to incubate them, only and a must, is an incubator to process it. 

Now the lie I’m talking about here lies not on the producers or manufacturers of these items but on the dealers themselves be it mendicants or stalled owners on some malls or side corners along populous side streets of the city, or municipality where ever it is. Of course scrutinizing these two items, balot and penoy they’re entirely different things.  The price of balot is surely a lot higher than penoy, but if you’re just like me unaware of the symbols or tell-tale signs to distinguish one from the other, you will be fooled, because they’re both egg in shape and form.  And usually the lie or, it may even called intentional trickery if not grand slam rackety, is mostly done by the mendicant dealers who are after only for sure easy and quite a bigger amount of money.    These mendicants are those roving around with basketful of those shouting “Balot” in the neighborhood streets on nights wee hours and in most probability than not, they will trick you to buying balot, but actually they will hand you a penoy!  Of course you have no more chance of replacing it because the mendicant dealer was gone and far away.  No problem with those stalled owners or dealers who have fixed stalls anywhere you can readily go back and replace the items.

 Although a penoy is just about equal in nutrients and cholesterol with that a balot, somehow when eaten there is some special thrill missing only found in eating a real balot.  I could eat three pieces of it straight without burping and I love it.  It gives me power pack energy to sustain one blogging night and see myself looking good another day!  Just don’t try eating them in broad daylight it might get you sick instead!  What a balot story this is, but sure to prevent being fooled don’t just buy to any mendicant howler howling balot unless you’re sure he’s the regular junkie frequenting your neighborhood.  And for the fake balot vendors, here’s to them MTFBWY, and the F is not Force.

We’ll have more of these next posting.  Thanks a lot!

goodwater724

12-09-11     

The Last Parable of the Stones

Judas now still indignant and very defiant of realities laid upon him merely shrugged his shoulders to camouflage his shame, and thought of throwing or discarding all those things lay in his right hand.  But he’s certain the pack were all eyes and ears on him now being an outcast.  What he subsequently did as all fallen angels and humans do, he’d secretly called on the other Master, the Devil Itself unknowingly by thumping, battering with his right hand hard and solidly clinched fists three times his breast where his heart is!

 An urgent signal for an SMS (not short messages, as in texting), a SAVE MY SOUL during those times and as to be expected, the Devil, the Master of All Darkness, in all his temporal shining devilry complete with golden horns and crown on his head, scepter and red cape and robe, sometimes black, appeared by his side to save his soul invisibly surprisingly unnoticed by the others, not even Jesus!

Meanwhile, let’s leave these two guys caucusing, brewing things up and get back to the rest of the pack.

As the group were busy comparing their bottle of waters and jar of wines for curiosity sake (or maybe searching for logos, trademarks and copyrights, like Made in Heaven, and making sure it isn’t Made in China, or something!) Jesus found time again to sit in a small boulder enjoying the milder melee going on.  But when he spread his panoramic ultra violet x-ray vision like Superman, yes!  He saw his contra-fellow, bright and clears the one and only Satan!

 Not minding Satan and just guised he’s not there, continued observing the pack now slowly tucking their stuff one by one in their side packs.  When seeing all were through tucking he slowly rose and again held up his hands above his head and mildly but as usual with clear velvety commanding voice he said, “Brethren!  It’s time for us to move up, we have a company, let’s invite our guest to join us in this parable test!”

And appeared Satan with all his inglorious mocking laughter’s: HA! HA! HA!  And now noticeably holding in his right hand the infamous sharply triad arrow-headed spear in abeyance.         

The pack now apprehensive of sudden flare ups between the two bosses started mumbling their power mantras and magical inscriptions to disintegrate Satan.  But to no avail!  Satan still standing there stalwart as he is eyeing them contemptibly eager to release his magical powers, too!  But before he did, excluding Jesus the pack in utter frustration and desperation looked one another and finally decided to unleash their ultimate state of the art weaponry and after a count of three all together in perfect harmony blurted:  “F#@K YOU, Satan!!!”  And just like a fart poor Satan vanished into thin air.

 Meekly joyful and quite embarrassed the pack all bowed their heads apprehensive of scolding or reprimanding from Jesus.  But to their amazement Jesus as usual mildly commented, “That’s cool, Men!  Where did you learn that?”  And the pack all together again in unison blurted: “The Americans!”

Meanwhile…let’s get back to Judas.

He’s still behind the big tree, a cypress actually, where he hid himself in shame, and clearly pondering on what Satan counseled him.  And accordingly as he’s bent on discarding all those things laid in his right hand, Satan adamantly advised him not to.  Instead he said, “C’mon Jude, you need it.  I’ll give you more of those to the brim, overflowing no room could ever accommodate them, if you’ll follow me.  Here, take this.”  Then sixty pieces of gold coins, the size of his silvers’ appeared on his two hands, thirty pieces each.  And his wine, a red wine, now only a lady’s drink, transformed to a gallon of “Royal Salute”, and his unbranded deck of cards now turned to a “Bicycle”, and his dice merely made of stones, now turned a genuine ivory!  Judas didn’t make any second thought, and immediately he said, “What do you want me do?”  Expecting Satan would say kill him, but instead, Satan said, “Kiss him.”  But as Judas indignantly repelled this order and blurted, “What?  I’m no Gay!”  Satan disappeared from his sight because that was the time when Jesus sensed him he’s around and projected him thru magical powers to appear among the pack.  So when Satan was fucked by the choir, or group, I mean, and totally vanished from sight, Judas’s booties were gone like fart in the air, and left his things as is.  And Judas was left again disheartened in great despair.

At this juncture when Jesus noticed how lonely a man Judas is, as humanely possible Jesus humbled himself approached Judas and gently laid his hands on Judas shoulders, and said:  “Judas Iscariot, my brother, many waters cannot quench love neither can the floods drown it. You’re the sole Master of your Soul and only can make up for yourself.  Come lay down your burden and follow me.  I’ll carry them for you.”  This to my mind is a hint for Judas to repent and discharge all his ill-feelings for Jesus or to whosoever for that matter. And a mere embrace or hug he gives to Jesus would suffice to clear his sins.   But perhaps Judas is just the destined fall guy, if not a nincompoop unperturbed, ignorant of what those words meant.  So he Judas just lay there not knowing and doing anything.

As Jesus left Judas, he called the attention of the pack and declared, “Come my brothers it’s time for the last parable.”  And he saw Judas stood up improvised some ropes and strings for his gallon of wine to carry at his back just like a back pack.

To cut a long story short, let’s now go to the part when Jesus declared the third order.  Again at exactly that half-a-mile hike mark; he ordered a halt and again waived his right hand over the road and appeared rocks and stones some as big as baseball, some big as chicken egg, some as those toy marbles we used to play when we’re kids, and so many other different sizes but not bigger than baseball.  And again as dignified as ever he said:  “Come my brothers, pick each of you a stone on your two hands and show them to me.”  The group followed including Judas who picked stones the size of an egg on his left hand and the size of a baseball on his right, thinking if these rocks and stones would turn gold or silver on Jesus words, he’s surely at an advantage.   The rest as usual picked the same sizes, the size of a marble each on their two hands. 

They’re now at the foot of Mt. Sinai where Jesus is bound to fly or glide the top to commune with his Father and just about the main reason they’re heading there.  As he’d readied himself for the lift intentionally forgetting about the rocky and stony things on his men’s hands, the pack started shouting: “MASTER!  MASTER! What are these for?  As Jesus went upward slowly gliding like Superman, he said, “Those will become your assets to replace what you presently have.  You will now have new, fresh and sprightly, vigor and energy to propagate and sustain a happy life”.  The rest still amazed and wondering what it meant stood puzzled, except Judas who as money-minded as he was thinking it will definitely turn to silver or gold.  As Jesus continued slowly gliding up he bid them goodbye and finally said, “Go forth my brethren and spread the words, will see you in Jerusalem in three days.  Oh!  Yes, the stones!  Those will now become your BALLS!”

And the agony of Judas was compounded; all of a sudden Judas contracted a hernia, a sure annoying if not depressing discomfort incurable those times.   When very much later on he betrayed Jesus to the Romans to get even and avenge himself.  Maybe after all has only coincidentally fulfilled Satan’s order.

Goodwater724

07-09-11  

The Parable of the Stones (Continued)

Haphazardly the eleven disciples obliged and touched the objects on the ground.  Judas still trembling with fear upon seeing the objects on the ground with eyes burning as if all are about to devour him reluctantly looked for Jesus for guidance?   Jesus as constantly eyeful over them particularly Judas returned a nodding look saying, “Go”.  Judas now followed stooped down and touched with his two hands the objects very quickly and slightly for fear it might be eaten.   As the group finally settled standing in front of Jesus with two hands held upright before him, the objects on the ground suddenly disappeared into thin air and laid before them a garden of roses!  As if easing and comforting the pack of their frightful predicament they’d just undergone.  The roses are beautiful with colors so vivid and thick, some red, pink, blue, orange, yellow and almost all colors of the spectrum is there!  And again one very amazing and surprising thing is a black rose appeared in the middle of the garden.  Sure no one’s ever heard of a black rose!  (Unless you seen that film with the same title produced some couple of years ago, it sucks!)  Yes, it’s just a mystical manifestation or maybe a signal for Jesus to go on with the parable and declare what the pack had just undergone meant.

Meanwhile….

 You will notice not anyone of them seemed to be talking.  Yes, because Jesus ordered them not to.  Besides everything they need to know and do were already given to them in Jesus previous preaching’s.  These are the modes and ways to teach the words, the manner of collections, the way to convince people, to fight enemies or evade them and how to sustain their lives as well as their fellowmen’s in all the ways acceptable to God. 

Besides, just between you and me, this parable was just a test to crack not all the disciples’ breeding and character but just Judas’s ambiguous and surely deceptive, if not contemptible persona.  And mind you, if I haven’t as talkative as I am, telling you side details, descriptions of character and things and other embellishments this parable test was probably over in no more than three minutes.  Yes!  And frankly I just want to make it entertaining, I don’t care if I’m deviating from the track and get your eyes tired and finally just hopeful give you a good sleep!  We are actually on the present set up, meaning now so I could say, OKAY!  Is that Okay!  I can hear you saying yes!

 Let’s now continue with the parable. 

All were at ease having a sudden brief respite comfortably with their eyes enjoying the flowers when Jesus sitting on a small boulder quite happy with the scene rose and called the group’s attention.       

 And with dignified and velvety voice as ever, he said:

“Hush now, my brothers!”  As he uttered this the garden of roses disappeared, and continued:   “The episode you’ve just undergone, the rocky and stony fair-sized monsters you seen are habits and whims so very deep rooted within you; you so very want to avoid but can not.  You pointed these habits with your right hands.  What you touched with your lefts is your future.  The events that will follow and come thru you as designed and planned only by the Father.  No one knows what they are, not even me, my brothers!  Now lay your hands before me and see your fate”.  As he’s through saying these he looked up the sky for a moment then faintly uttered (or some say, blurted) HALLELUIAH looked back  at the group now amazed seeing  on their lefts a bottle of water, and on their rights a fair-sized jar of wine. 

Surprisingly all the eleven disciples received the same set up.  Again the pack was amazed and surely blank in mind to know what they are!   Here Jesus knowing their intuitions and feelings raised slightly his left hand over his head calling the group’s attention, and he said:  “The water in the bottle in your lefts  is your water in life and of life that will constantly quench your thirst all thru out the service you will render for me.  The wine in your rights is for keeping your spirits up and curing of illness, disease, and other common malfunctions in your body as you go on rendering service for me.” 

Upon hearing this, the group was again jubilant even jumping in moderation for joy.  As everyone nudging one another grateful and bashful of such a blessing, all suddenly stopped to see Judas, who clearly went behind a big tree to hide what he got.  I’m sure again you knew what he got……….for the moment, quite good enough!

 On his right, his present life, he got a big gallon of wine with deck of cards, dice and some moneys, yes, thirty pieces of silver.   Sure the things he always only wants.  Judas is clearly a gambler and a drunkard, not a preacher.  (And twice or thrice I saw him sneaking in the red houses at Mabini, too)   And on his left, his future, he got a big loaf of bread surely replacing his biscuits.  A sign that God’s still giving Judas a chance to prolong his life to repent and rectify his character. That’s how good God really is.  Testing people hurting them sometimes, but in due time he’s mending and amending them.  But for the things in his right hand if Judas wouldn’t change ways as surely he didn’t, once the little moneys awarded him were gone succumbing to his petty caprices and whims, you tell me what he did ….. It was written.

(To be continued)

Goodwater724

02-09-11

The Parable of the Stones (Continued)

The eleven disciples seeing Judas’s deplorable situation each offered him portions of their breads which he just adamantly refused.  For us normal humans unaware of dignity and decorum would only be laughing out loud Judas’s plight!  But the eleven disciples with matured, well-tempered, and nurtured characters prodded by Jesus were simply complacent and sympathetic to him. From here, headed by Thomas,  later to be doubting disciple as we now all know, the pack started eyeing Judas though still clandestinely but now with much keener interest as Judas started wallowing in the quagmire of his paranoia and deceptive, if not erratic character.  Despite the stigma very clearly now gradually manifesting from Judas’s person, he managed to keep his cool.  In spite eating only two pieces of biscuits every time he’s hungry and fished from his bag, the supply is constant.  The two pieces of biscuits are always ever there in his bag no matter how voraciously he ate them.

Again Jesus gathered the pack together and declared, “Be ready for the next two Orders of the Parable of the Stones”.

The pack was now jumpy, cranky and vacillating in their effort preparing for another exciting revelation.  As always the pack arranged themselves in columns of three with four disciples in each column.  Judas is always right upfront the middle column at the back of Jesus.

As they moved ahead briskly walking, Jesus leading the pack again, started humming psalms and the rest followed humming too.  This they always do whenever they’re engaged in walking rugged hills and mountains, valleys and planes they’ve undergone during the courses of the training.

While the rest were humming psalms as they moved along, Judas was deeply hooked on thinking what the next Order will be.  But he’s absolutely sure another bunch or bundle of stones will it be.  And maybe after figuring out what he would do, there, he started humming the psalms too, quite so loudly off-keyed Thomas by his left side, and Peter by his right got startled both gave Judas a surprised, if not disgruntled  warning look.

As the pack moved on along continuously  humming psalms sounding like angels with baritone vocal chords from heaven,( but more so like my favorite psalmers for the now genre “The Gregorian”, surely not from heaven), Judas noticed all the animals in the prairie which are regular habitants in that area, birds, frogs, snakes, turtles, donkeys, monkeys, chimps (excluding Phil. carabao, yes, it’s not there!) and so many other crickets and critters surprisingly piled up in unison along the sideways as if giving homage to Jesus and all animals bowed meekly as Jesus passed them over then slowly gone a way.

Amazed on what he’s seeing, Judas started wondering what kind of man this Jesus is and he felt some sudden chill hovering all over his spine and body.  But every time he nudged his bag and the two biscuits jumbling inside, he knew by hook or by crook he will get over with this deprivation.  And his chill unpredictably turned to red hot (not chili pepper) anger may be likened to a volcano, boiling, rumbling, pumping, eager to explode.  Making him unconsciously stopped from humming the psalms, instead was back gnashing his teeth in utter hatred and desolation so hard and loud Thomas by his left side and Peter by his right both felt his instant agony and indignation.

 They’re exactly in the half-a-mile hike mark, the distance when Jesus laid down the First Order.  When suddenly Jesus raised his two hands a motion ordering a halt, then he slowly turned around and faced the group.  And with clear velvety voice he said, “My brethren here is the Second Order”.  Again, waiving his right hand slightly over the road in front them where as Judas clearly figured another bunch and bundles of rocks and stones appeared.  But this time the rocks and stones are not as big as those in the First Order. And when the pack got a closer look, the rocks and stones have shapes and forms so weird it looks like gently moving rock-and-stone-looking fair-sized monsters ready to devour them; they’ve never ever seen the likes of it before!  (Yes, it’s so weird I can hardly describe it too).

With eyes wide opened in panic the group just stood there trembling, shocked! Clearly with faces impaled of blood (not by Dracula) by their sheer fears of the unknown!  It was at this instance when Jesus noticing their uncomfortable situations slightly again raised his hands up over his head and declared, “Don’t panic my brethren.  Go each of you TOUCH ONCE WITH YOUR TWO HANDS THOSE OF YOUR LIKES AND WHIMS and lay them hands upfront before me.”

(To be continued)

Goodwater724

01-09-11