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Change is Coming


Lots of things happening, mostly under the surface.  A little update on the last thing I posted — the Yellow Army’s lies did not succeed and Duterte won as President.  It was a collective win which was exhilarating!  Everyone who was sick of the lies, the corruption, the hypocrisy of the Yellow administration and their manipulative Party, spoke up through the vote, and despite the massive vote buying, using of government resources and funds to campaign, the sheer number of those who clamoured for change coupled with authenticity and integrity could not be stifled with electoral fraud.

Indeed, change is coming.  People are waking up.  They want to participate in this change.  They want to set aside selfish interests for the collective good. And while the incoming administration isn’t vindictive in the least, word is out that the Yellow Army is covering its tracks, shredding documents at the palace and what not.

The hard  left is being called back into participation after almost five decades of living as renegades and rebels.  China is allowing Filipino fishermen to fish at the disputed Scarborough Shoal without being harassed.  Good and reputable people are being called to serve in Government, and there will be Freedom of Information, at least where the Executive is concerned, because the Yellow Congress seems hell-bent on blocking it from being passed as a law, possibly out of fear what the public will find out.

And Duterte hasn’t even assumed office.  Officially, he will take hold of the reigns on June 30, 2016.

Rooting for change has awakened patriotism in most Filipinos.  I was already around when Ninoy was assassinated and the EDSA Revolution took place, a silent protest against an oppressive regime.  This time around, it’s different.  The first one was born out of sympathy and indignation; this one was out of anger at the injustice that was being packaged and marketed as progress.

No more lies.  We work with what we have and we move forward.

Change is coming.




Lies, Lies, and More Lies


I can feel the life force draining from me.  I think I need to shield myself more, ground myself and trust in the energies of Mother Gaia.

The negative campaigning of administration candidates is disheartening.  It is a cancer that spreads from within in an inconspicuous way until it rears up its ugly head, only to reveal itself to be Stage 4.

The Divine Feminine in me (my Sponsoring Diety is Mother Mary) cries out whenever they spread their black propaganda, continue with their relentless smear campaign against a 71-year old low profile politician who never sought the spotlight despite the fact that he turned his city into one of the cleanest, safest and progressive ones in the world.

They level accusation upon accusation on him in the clearly biased mainstream media and yet, there is a news blackout when he tries to explain himself.  These black forces disguised in yellow proclaims itself to be “decent”, and yet employ dirty tactics. They instill fear in the people instead of hope.  And while Duterte has done his part to raise this country’s vibrations and desire for unity, the administration employs every underhanded trick in the book to bring that vibration down.

On a spiritual level, it reminds me of the Passion of Christ.  No, I am not saying Duterte is the reincarnation of Jesus, but that he is going through the same persecution all because he wants to serve the many instead of the few.

But he’s merely a carpenter’s son, what does He know?

How could He speak about the Kingdom of Heaven when us pharisees are the experts?

He has so many followers.  He is a threat to the reign of Caesar and he must be stopped!

How could he talk to the lepers, prostitutes and outcasts of society?

Sound familiar?

If one took a step back and actually took time to read the testimonials of those folks who actually encountered Duterte, they would see compassion behind the iron fist.  If I were buying something and read the glowing customer reviews in Amazon first, then I would have confidence in buying the product.  And that’s what I did.

That’s why those who support him, those who bleed yellow mockingly refer to as “Dutertards” are so passionate in supporting him.  They have seen him in action; they have experienced him; and they can tell the truth apart from the fabricated lies.

If he is cheated out of the Presidency, the people will KNOW.

May the Ascended Master Mighty Victory protect the sacred votes of the people this coming elections!

And may the Gods of Karma bring down swift justice and punishment to those who pervert the will of the people!


The Social Awakening


Elections in my country are drawing near.  Only a week more to go.  My dad is a contender for the Senate, a part of the team that seeks to challenge the status quo.

For the past three days, I have been feeling exhausted, worn out, and tired, not because I’ve been campaigning (I’m not allowed), but I think because, as an empath, I can feel the malcontent and frustration rising out of the hate that’s been spewed left and right by people vouching for their own bets.  Add to that the physical heat and humidity and you have a worn out Lyran.

I write now because last night I had a dream that was troubling.  I was in the office, and yet, I had to play badminton in the other building connected to the office by a skyway, later on.  So I parked my car there in the other building for easier access later on when it was time to play.  Then, there was an earthquake and the building I was in was falling down in ruins.  There was no time to get the car in the other building so I ran, escaping the debris, outside where I found the roads were being split in half, and I was trying to outrun the devastation.

Then I saw my niece whom I also feel is an Indigo child,  I took her hand, but a great flash flood came our way and we were submerged.  The flash flood though was a pure violet color, clear like the waters of a calm river, but rushed by aggressively until it swallowed both of us.  We resurfaced unscathed and I was still holding her hand.  There was another surge coming, and again, we were submerged for a while, but resurfaced safely.

That was the first part of my dream.  The next part was that I was in the US in a cabin with my aunt/boss.  In my dream, she had cancer, and was taking all these alternative, healthy supplements to cure it.  There was a large petri dish there on the floor, bigger than a manhole cover, which was filled with moss and green algae and for some reason, I stepped barefoot in it.  I don’t remember the significance of this but only that I was thinking that I might be infected.

Then, there was another part of my dream wherein my college friends were there — one is a director and the other a film maker — but those parts of the dream escape me now.

The way I see it, change is coming.  Institutions will fall down but, like the Tower card, they have been build on falsities and now the truth will come out.  The dirt and debris will be purged by the clear water of the flash flood, which will be divinely sanctioned.

Of course, I cannot come out with this dream on my social media which is peppered by the Yellowtards that are in power.  For now, I feel that the best option is to remain quiet and see how things unfold.