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The pivotal moment happened when my former officemates ganged up on me and told me that I am not really from the Philippines or I am not Philippine/Philippinen. I felt disowned. I resigned from that company. I felt I had no country. From then on, I do not say I am Philippine. Yes, citizenship is Filipino but that's about it. Growing up, I always felt like an outsider and the Single Ancestry phenotype group which are Austronesian would really make you feel that. I have no grudge at all. That's just a fact of life! C'est la vie! Danke schön...  photo credit: JiBs. TIFF 2017 George Clooney via photopin (license) License: (license)

You just have to keep the Faith. Remember the time when you came home and I accompanied you to that small Chapel? Whatever happens God will find you! And, I am just here. photo credit: classic_film Latina Magazine Cover, Actress Génesis Rodríguez, April 2016 via photopin (license) License: (license)

Grandma looks so elegant, Esperanza exclaimed while  being mesmerized by her picture on the wall. She does, I replied with a nod. But, how was she like, I mean, what was her character like? Well, her heart was full of compassion, hope, love—e legance as you noticed — and she had the best laugh. When she laughed, the room was filled with life. She laughed even to the point of tears. Tears of joy. And, she prayed a lot. You are blessed because you inherited her eyes... photo credit: pom.angers Ronda, Andalusia, Spain via photopin (license) License: (license)

I went to the Adoration Chapel. It was a cool and windy Tuesday afternoon. It was my first time to go to that particular Adoration Chapel. And God is huge. I was overwhelmed. I stayed there for a time that I cannot distinctly explain. I was half-asleep and half-awake. I was in between heaven and earth. I used to go to the Adoration Chapels in the suburbs of Metro Manila and other cities abroad. It was frequent. Anyway, I was the only one there. Except for Him as well and the Angels. They were about nine. To be specific: paintings of faces of cherubims. He is always there. Never too busy for anyone. I remember my own father when he was alive. I needed help with my mathematical homework. He was there. Then, he explained everything to me. That's how I felt that time I went to the Adoration Chapel. I felt like His son. And, I sensed that He missed me. Yes... He is omnipresent, meaning He is everywhere. But, that chapel is tiny. I think i

Ascension Press  and  Ascension Presents   in collaboration with  Inspires   give you this riveting magnum opus.‎.. Condensed Reflection By James Z. Carpio I never wanted this in the first place... I was just given the mission to do this. So, I think the ones up there thought I would be the best candidate to carry out this project. It has been difficult. At times, it went out of hand and it would always come to the point of Divine Intervention. Or supernatural phenomena. There was even a day that I changed the website address in order to escape. The one in charge of the algorithm went the extra mile to save this website. Because everything has been embedded on the web so what I did would put all those links in a useless state. Broken links. I have never been an envious man. Because I am grateful for my blessings. And, in the same manner, I am happy about other people's blessings. I went to the Adoration Chapel yesterday.  I am

Ascension Press  and  Ascension Presents   in collaboration with  Inspires   give you this riveting magnum opus.‎.. Condensed Reflection By James Z. Carpio I have started writing since 2013. Yesterday, I still asked my older brother, "Am I a writer?" That is typical of an artist. We tend to wallow in self-pity and self-doubt.  I have gay friends and they would always tell me get married already James, so that, you would enjoy the company and the wonder of your own children. My straight friends both male and female would tell me get married already James, so that, people would not think you are a homosexual. I have straight male friends who are also unmarried. And, they tell me times are difficult now to raise a family. Now, this is the exciting part which is about my family. I told them, no way I'm getting married, and they are cool with that but my married brother, Jay, would always tell me, "You are always welcome to j

At this point of my life nothing and no one disturb me anymore. Maturity. I am now an orphan. My father and mother passed away already. However, like that photo, I keep a picture of them taken as a couple kept inside my wallet; to honor them, and for them to protect me. I am blessed and grateful, I have a brother who was a Monsignor and before he died, he told me, "I am entrusting you to seven angels." So, Before I leave the house, I pray to them which goes: Angels of God  My guardians dear  To Whom His love  Commits me here  Ever this day  Be at my side  To light and guard  To rule and guide  Amen. Prayer is powerful. For your peace of mind... In the final analysis, there is Divine Justice. All will defend our life to Him in the Last Judgment. We are accountable to everything; whether good or bad. photo credit: archer10 (Dennis) 114M Views Israel-05344 - Painting via photopin (license)

I cannot swim. However, I can float. Hope floats. Remember, from the Holy Bible, when Jesus walked on the waters of the sea? Practically, I could take a nap and keep floating. Why swim, when you can float? I have been putting off this story in the back burner for so long. Sorry, I was being selfish. It is just so good that I wanted it all to myself. It is my secret. I am who and where I am now because of that secret. So,  Finally, The cat is out of the bag. I decided to share with you my secret. Jesus was very angry with me. He was talking with me, to be aptly written, He was giving me a sermon. And, I listened. We were in heaven at that time. To put it simply, He was telling me, what was I doing with my life? I was speechless. I got nothing to show Him. Not even a paragraph of good deeds. His voice sounds like Thunder by the way, when He is angry. I went blank. Meaning, He was right. My heart

What is he going to think about me when he sees me? I don't know.  Uh, I feel awkward. Hmmm... it's been awhile. Oh, it's a quarter before three. The wind is a bit cold. I hope he recognizes me. Yeah, I don't remember his face anymore. Just by looking at his pictures, but, then again, those are old pictures. When was it that he left? Ah, darn, I don't like the past. He arranged everything for me to get here. I have to collect my thoughts, Dad told me before he passed away that he is the comedian in the family. Okay, now, I am, really, apprehensive. I think the gift I bought for him is awful. But, I do not know what else to give him. I hope it will do. Oh, I think that would be him.... Uncle Bernard... "You're almost exactly the same image of your Dad. Welcome to Crochevtch, Justin!" "Uhm... Yes, Sir, it was a long flight. Uncle Bernie, I'm glad I'm here. How about Auntie Rachel?" "She's with your cousin,

Everything he instructed me, I followed to the letter. I dotted the "i's" and crossed the "t's". I had it easy. I had the best teacher. He had a master plan before he left. Then, I navigated every turn, it could be uphill or downhill, I crossed oceans, metaphorically, and I explored the world. What is the goal though? What is my goal? The end goal. For now, it would be a secret. That in itself will help you out achieve your own goal. You have to have a goal, write it down, and work on it, backwards, or whichever way you are comfortable with in carrying out your own plan. Visualize it and feel it in your hands. Make a collage of everything you want and set a time frame. Say, after five years, make a new collage of what you achieved, so far. Be the architect, engineer, carpenter, plumber, electrician, painter, and other job titles necessary to accomplish your mission. For example, this website evolved, from a bas

You look forlorn. How are  you. Do you have friends. Do you have a girlfriend. Do you have a job. Are you from here. What race are you. You speak Yiddish so well. You look familiar. I know your brother. I know your sister. I knew your father. I knew your mother. What do you actually do. Who are you. A barrage of questions... Oh, well: I am not despondent, it just happens that I have deep-set-eyes. Today, I feel good, inspired even. Yes, I do have friends. Many, but, because of my work they have to force me to see them. I like to keep my love life private. The healthiest relationship is not in a fish bowl. You are reading this. I wrote these words, this is my job. A writer: which means the one who writes. Even Steven? Aren't we all from here? My genes predestined my appearance to be Caucasian. I am multilingual. Probably, because I look human. Yes, I'm glad you know my brother. Yes, I'm glad you know the rest of my famil

The only reason I took it to heart to write was to write for The One with the Sacred Heart. That is my secret. With that being said, I focused on just writing for one. For you. I thought to myself if there would be only one reader that would, devotedly, digest my writer's musings, then, everything I endeavored are not futile. Or much worst, gone into oblivion and thrown into the ocean of absurdity. It is not easy to write. No, Sir. It is a delusional world full of fake news, half-truths, vested interests, and just plain indolence. Common sense is a rarity nowadays. If reading comprehension still leave you at a loss, it is best to go back to the definition of the terms, ehem, dictionary. Then, you will see the sun. Now, I am glad because I hit three home runs. I saved someone's life. Moreover, I inspired two of my older brothers to write as well. Here is a link to my brother's  website . He made a wonderful website. I am quite impressed. Pons C