Much can be said about the tree as a source of life. That I now reside in a treehouse in Camiguin is one of a few good reasons why I now share some things that happened while living in trees while journeying throughout the islands of Palawan. Both times, I used vines to tie large branches together to create makeshift beds. The first time was for three weeks in a small forest near Puerto Prinsesa. My fingers danced involuntarily, increasing as I absorbed the light of the sun, the moon, and the stars. The fingers especially, rapidly snaked around the thumb, while my hand was being moved from my abdominal area, to my heart, my throat, and around my head. It was like watching a movie, so total was my lack of control over my own appendages. It took me a few days to realize that my dancing fingers were being positioned around my seven chakra points for durations of about 30 minutes, five to seven times a day.
Approximately a year later, I was doing the same thing in Kalipay mountain, in an even thicker forest. Again, I made a bed by tying a few branches together using long vines. This time, I stayed for thirty-five days. Fingers once again danced. I found my body everyday bending into a fetal position. Like the year before, I fasted, eating no food, drinking little water and Coconut juice on the first few days, later subsisting on light and air only, bathed in the tree’s nurturing energy. This time, I wore no clothes during the day, meditating and stretching my limbs, massaging them as inner guidance instructed. Animals came to visit -- birds, squirrels, a wildcat, a wild boar, the beach dog Mr. Baggins, my pet cat Ming-Ming, and some monkeys. The loud squirrels, especially, taught me that the human body is a conduit that can convert sound waves into light energy that can be utilized for movement, digestion, and anabolic or catabolic processes. On the last part of my stay, it rained. I fought the freezing cold, eventually experiencing a simultaneous death-rebirth when I observed my body being bent into a sizeable ball or fetus, until I was enveloped in a translucent egg. The lucent egg cracked; luminous wings sprouted at my back and again I met a beautiful and radiant woman whom I first met in Boracay right before I began to walk, and then in Enigmata half a year later. Instructions were given. On my thirty-fifth day in Kalipay mountain, feeling strong but light-headed (and light-footed) as if I couldn’t feel the ground below me, I went back to the beach below. I stopped many times to provide for my much increased need for oxygen.
For a couple of weeks, I attempted to dwell in civilization. That my rusty social skills were at an all-time low, I hurried back to the beach in a dreamy haze. It took three days before I began to receive inner guidance to begin some sort of healing ministry. I packed my few shirts and moved to a small fishing village (Daplak) on another part of the island where a handful of families resided. For two months, I hopped between Daplak and another rural community on the mainland (Alimangoan), catching motorized bancas to ferry me from one town to the other and vice versa. I stayed only in houses where I felt healing was needed. I averaged eight to twenty patients in one day. Although the healing work was startlingly effective, I felt but a tingle of energy coursing through my palms. The patients’ bodies were still stationary; I usually had them lay face-up on a bed. I had yet to discover the expediency the sitting massage afforded me. The crackling sounds began halfway through my stay in Daplak, beginning somewhere in my right shoulder and both my feet. Those two openings weren’t enough to act as exit points for the sick energy I absorbed, what with the constant flow of people I was made to touch per day. At length, I came down with severe malaria symptoms and had to avoid people for a few days while I fasted. I promptly recovered only when I skipped Daplak for Alimangoan.
It was only when the Slovinian (a former policeman) and the Filipino doctor arrived in Kalipay upon my return that I discovered that there was more to the passive energy I only felt slightly. I left the island for a week to take my visiting mum back to the airport in the city. When I returned to Kailpay, the Slovinian related stories of strange happenings. The first occurred as he rested on a treehouse in pain from a wound he got when he stepped on a poisonous bug. As he lay in the treehouse feeling incredibly weak, a surge of electrical energy shot through him and his hand automatically moved to his feet, massaging it with a power not of his conscious mind. He was healed in a few minutes.
A few days later, the doctor arrived. He heard my stories as well as the Slovinian’s, finding them too idiotic for his scientific brain. He made a conscious decision to resist our oddities. That night, after receiving a massage, both his arms began to swing around from the shoulders up -- the first involuntary movement I observed resulting from the massage … I hadn’t even touched his arms yet. To the Slovinian’s and my own delight, the doctor’s arms swung wherever I pointed my fingers at, even if his eyes were closed.
The next days, my two fellow Robinson Crusoes felt the energy flow increase within them, cleansing their bodies in the form of a powerful dance that they described as both ecstatic, at times painful. Short intervals of eating and sleep interrupted the continuous movements. Otherwise, they were moving with this extraordinary force for two straight weeks, displaying expertise in massage, fire dancing and stick-fighting. A malaria patient arrived and was healed by the Slovinian (who felt rather weak after the massage).
The Slovinian stayed much longer than the doctor (two weeks). In three months, he experienced past life recurrences, hourly spurts of ecstatic revelations, mental cleansing and bodily changes. What took me years to accomplish took him only three months of intense meditation and lifting heavy rocks from the end of the beach which we used to construct a garden patterned after The Fruit of Life. After Kalipay, he began to practice healing in El Nido. One particularly interesting patient was a sick and sad masseuse he used to work with. A week after he gave her a massage, she contacted him via SMS that she felt as if she was astonishingly floating since the time he treated her until that day.
My massage style is vastly different from how we three used to do it then. For one, it’s much easier to activate the energy at will, something that proved very difficult only a few months ago. When I began the practice, my fingers were always first drawn to the temples. Swift spiraling motions turned off the mind by absorbing thought patterns through the fingers, automatically opening some points on the body, making it wholly nimble and easier to manipulate. Those who underwent the temple massage experienced visions, personality shifts, past life recurrences, extraordinary empathy with others, a return to childlike innocence or the opposite, a great leap in maturation.
Once I bid adieu to Kalipay and moved back to the city after the Slovinian and the doctor went their respective ways, I began to notice that simple but graceful head and arm massages are enough to heal most sicknesses, even if the ailment is localized in other areas such as around the abdominal region, the legs and feet, the back or the buttocks.
A great vibration takes place whenever a sick person is in my general vicinity and is in need of healing – even without knowing that the person is sick. My hands are magnetized to the precise spots that are troubling the patient. The vibration abruptly ceases when an appropriate amount of healing energy has flowed. At that point, instinct takes me on a short walk to spend a few moments in meditative silence.
I eventually noticed that most of the people who were highly reactive to the massage (meaning they exhibited elaborate bodily movements) all hailed from Mindanao, the place where I first experienced Mu-Wai (the name the Slovinian and I christened for the dancing movement). I reluctantly decided to return to Ma-I to discover if maybe the massage would find more fertile soil within Mindanao’s soulful people.
When I first arrived in Ma-I, few showed reactive involuntary movement, though most of the sick I massaged were getting healed. It took me around three months to get to the point where everyone I touched moved almost spontaneously after touching them for only two to five seconds. Now, even the slightest touch can facilitate the dance. Let me correct that. A few people’s limbs move even without touching, if they are within the vicinity of Kalimata, the mother’s energy. Now, every single person demonstrates either simple or elaborate Kalimata movements though not all sicknesses are healed. Healing depends on the mindset, spiritual advancement, and the personal intentions of the patient.
I feel as if these are but glimpses of a far larger thing and that we haven’t yet set foot on the evolutionary starting line. That we are only now considering whether we can survive the long road ahead, and that only then will we begin to take life seriously. Everyday, we must hurdle stumbling blocks and in doing so, open new energy centers signaled by crackling electrical sounds on the wrist, elbow, the biceps, the triceps, the feet, the ankles, knees, the neck, the fingers, and the shoulders where the crackling is especially loud.
What is this energy that flows through me and through others? One defining moment took place last December a few months before I climbed Kalipay mountain. After three days of extreme fatigue and sleeplessness, every cell in my body was taken over for two hours by a force that made it dance wildly, do somersaults and perform a powerful stick-fighting technique that seemed recorded within my mind, a complex body of knowledge that can be instantly downloaded in my memory like a computer program. Right before this whole thing started, I heard a voice clearly whisper, “the mother and I are now one.”
Kali, the great mother, is the shakti or “life force” that enters the corpse or Shava. Without Kali, the body is as if dead. Kalimata within Shava brings about the dancing Shiva. Moses’ walking stick in Sinai that turns into Shiva’s dancing serpent turns out to be Kalimata’s dancing sick. The ancient inhabitants of the Mexicans lands knew this life force. After deep meditation and moments of elevated awareness, they discovered an automatic flow within the body that redeploys energy for helping the initiate evolve. The modern Americans who rediscovered this lost ancient heritage call it The Magic Passes.
Two nights ago, as I slept, a German traveler watched my feet rise up and start to crackle, followed by my right hand dancing slowly above my head. The dance lasted for 30 minutes. I’m not surprised only because a Korean teacher woke up a month ago in the middle of a Bukidnon evening, her arms swaying wildly in front of her. Her daughter woke up in a van in Cagayan de Oro with her hands raised rigidly. Three months ago in Enigmata Eco-lodge in Camiguin, an American intently watched his sick son’s arms dance in his sleep; all of them received the massage days before dancing in their sleep.
I am changing. We are all changing. The whole planet with all its inhabitants are changing, when we are awake and when we are asleep. When you’re up to it, I invite you to try attuning yourself to the planetary transition. Sleep on a tree or plant vegetables within the Flower of Life pattern. Watch what happens when you eat what you’ve grown. In this light, I’m not a healer. What I really am is someone who plants seeds of change.
It’s been around five months since I left Kalipay Beach. I could have stayed there, stagnantly happy. These days, I again breathe pollution, consume chemicals in my food and water. These days, my brain absorbs GSM signals. These days, I own two email addresses. These days, I live with people, optimistic or judgmental people on the bus, in a Camiguin resort (www.enigmata.mindanaoculture.com), in a hotel in Davao City (www.poncesuites.com) or in Mt. Apo National Park. To live here is to choose to live here. To stay happy here is to be tremendously aware that within all things is a reminder to live, love and learn. To live here is to grow. To be more of Who We All Truly Are, each passing day. Good or bad, I might just be in love with living in this world again. Living here, I submit to my daily woes, apt payment for my everyday wows and whoa’s.
My writing hand has been itchy ever since I began to journey through Ma-I again. Finally, I find that I’m able to record a few accounts of what’s been happening to me since my last writings. If these pages weren’t important, there would be no need to write all these. I would’ve kept the silence I’ve kept for so long. But as always, I am compelled by the one path underlying the illusion that we are all headed for separate destinations.
Jesus once said that you cannot be Prophet in your native land. I find that I am not ready to be Pompet in my native land. However, I have faith that life happens on its own accord; I Am Who I Became, as I Am Also Who I Am Becoming. I will not question the paths of Juan-Pi-Mu. Those who made the call can save themselves grief and cancel that requisition from Exorcists-R-Us. Don’t get any heavy boots, no demons possess me.
Maybe these reckless rants, these raucous raves are destined for the deep end of your garbage bin. Nonetheless, I carry on in that peculiar persistent manner I am known to have. I hope these find you happy and positively healthy. Amidst the holiday haste, might you find harmony in those presents underneath the Christmas Tree of Life. May you evoke your personal Birth Vision as past again meets the future this coming New Year. Let Peace reveal the Path. Upon finding it, only unconditional service further leads the long and winding way. Let there be only Love in all our Lives. Me Mu’d in Ma-I :
