On 26 May 2003 05:11:12 GMT, (Dalubwika) wrote:
Glenn (Christian Mystic) wrote:
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So far, I am disappointed as even seems to talking mainly English. I
was hoping that READING Tagalog would click in my Tagalog. My wife,
for some reason rarely speaks it anymore, with me, although she still
talks in it to her Pinoy kabigan
Um.. I ran into you a few years ago in one of your Christian Newsgroups.. You
said you were reincarnated from a Filipino who lived a century or two ago and
no one taught you to speak Tagalog. Ano, umiba ang kuwento mo? :)
Good memory :-0
Seeing as everyone seems to be talking English (I suspect some of the
readers would not understand me in Tagalog, heck it has been so long
since I used the language, I wonder if they who do know the tongue
would understand me ! Paran si padra, bago ay Tagalog sinabi "Mayroon
Jesus saloob akin PUSA !" LOL (Loosely; I have Jesus in my CAT;
puso-heart, pusa-cat)
Chris asks about my story, I believe, so that I would fill you all in,
as to what happen to me in May (I believe) of '76, when I arrived in
the Philippines fresh out of boot-camp.
In some denominations of Christianity they preach about "Holy Spirit
Baptism" and one of the "gifts" gained (er so they preach) is the gift
of "tongues" and / or the gift of the interpretation of tongues (in
most cases I believe they receive GIBBERISH and some the pretense of
understanding it.
But God had something else in mind for me which comes much closer to
what the Bible teaches about the first people who received the gift of
tongues (Acts 2) they received REAL languages !!!!!
Arriving in the Philippines on my ship USS Tripoli LPH#10, I was
(being a "boot camp") ordered onto a bus going from Subic Bay to Clark
Air Base to go through "Orientation".
The trip was long as we had to take detoir do to road repair, I WAS IN
SHOCK, most of the people aboard were Pinoy, I went through boot camp
with some of them, BUT bearly understood their English, let alone
their own tongue, I noticed though that I was UNDERSTANDING about 3/4s
of what they were saying (IF they talked Tagalog), why not all of it ?
I wondered (I was to realize why, in the coming months through dreams,
I will tell about THAT later), but had no answer.
Along the way we passed through a villiage, running along a stream
(river, but a stream by US standards), God knew my young, then single
heart, to get my attention, just as we were crossing a bridge, (slowed
by someone herding some ducks across that same bridge in front of us,
we saw a "show" a young lady (in that awkward age of not a child, but
not an adult) was skinny-dipping diving off the bridge (getting cat
calls from the Kano aboard)...Strangely, for some reason I was yet to
understand, I didn't take part in the RUDENESS of my "fellow
Americans" I was INSULTED, just as the Filipinos in our bus. WHY DID I
FEEL MORE LIKE A "LOCAL" THAN like an entertained "visitor" ?
As I watched the villiage go by I had CHILLS run down me "I LIVED HERE
!" I was born there, I grew to young adulthood there, until I found
out who was sending my mom some money from Manila, although my mom was
not given any info about who sent it, but as it started at my birth
she guessed (and correctly) that my dad (who caused me to be branded
"*****") was the secretive benififactor, but I have gotten ahead of
my self, on the bus, all I knew was that, I grew up along THAT river
(never went back there, and have no idea where I was)
Over the next few months in restless sleep, I dreamed about the life
that I had lived (hard for me to accept, at first, as my "Christian
upbringing REJECTED the idea of re-incarnation) just before the turn
of the twentieth century (which I never lived to see)
After bribing the "post" who deliver the stipend to Mom I was informed
of my benifactor, his name, and WHERE HE LIVED
I packed my belongings, my intent was to kill him, or to steal from
him (I wasn't the most moral of persons).
Instead, I managed to impress him, and he said that IF I disowned my
"other family" he would welcome me in as his long lost son, putting me
in line for a large inheritance (he was Spanish, and NOT pinoy, so I
was turning my back on my HERITAGE as well)
I learned quickly, and became part of the wealthy gentry, and became
engaged to Elishbetha Espanosa, and was upstairs, in her parent's
mansion when the Americans came, while they fought in Manila Bay,
someone set fire to the mansion, there was no escape for me, the
stairwell was a wall of fire, and a large group of Indios (insulting
title of the Filipinos) with bolos, and pitchforks dared me to jump
into their rage against the spanish... I never got out I died there,
crying to God my sorrow for turning my back on who Mom raised me to
be, begging for a chance to REPENT, to correct my horrorible mistake
So why did I not understand EVERYTHING the Pinoy spoke in Tagalog ?
Simple, my Tagalog was OUT OF DATE :-)
Up until the early '90s my Tagalog had become updated, as my wife and
I had returned to the Philippines in '85 and lived in Pandi
Bulacan(sp) where my wife grew up, by a river, we returned home
shortly after Mt Pinatubu erupted,,,, And my Tagalog went out of use,
as we have mostly "Kano" friends, annd RARELY communicate in my once
"native" tongue
BTW, I was in the Philippines my last time doing CHARITY work, keeping
my promise to HELP my people Mabuhay ang Phhilipinas
--Chris
Glenn (Christian Mystic)
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