Good morning, Cubao!

Trees of fire grow on the golden surface of the sun.

Finally recovering from a long and dreadful relapse, and it's like getting rid of a blob that stuck for days and nights to my head and back. I have no idea why, whenever I have a relapse, it ends up becoming intestinal flu--maybe because I eat spicy food, or maybe because Bioflu has a way of taking a fever from your head and displacing it in your intestines.

I fell ill after inhaling all that boral powder the arch workers used two weeks ago. Believe me, it is worse than turpentine. I wasn't pleased with the work they did and had to hire a second group of workers to finish the job to my satisfaction. By that time I thought I was recovering from my illness, but now I was exposed not only to boral powder but to silk-coat and cement powder as well.

Tonight M. assigned Brian and Q. on "lifewatch," which was to stay the whole night on the small loggia outside my bedroom and in the foyer, and to look in on me from time to time. Brian gave me a two-hour, deep-tissue pounding massage, which snapped me back to my normal senses. I set them up with snacks and cigarettes for the night and instructed them to leave 5:00 AM, which is about the time Angelique wakes up to get ready for work.

Good noon, Cubao!

Troubadours in colorful shirts sing at lunchtime tables,

Good night, Cubao!

The night gnomes keep the lamps lit through the dawn.

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You with three syllables in your name: Pursue a se4cond, down-to-earth, career along your modeling stints, to ensure less disappointments and frustrations and to remain financially secure.

Your messenger message:

"Good afternoon, Sir Tony! Hope you have a pleasant week ahead.

"May I kindly ask for your help in directing me to a healer? I have already exhausted all physical and medical solutions to no avail. "I have been having allergies for nearly three years already. I have consulted an allergologist and even had allergy panels done. "Initially, the allergologist and I thought it was because of the construction site right beside my previous residence, worsened by the mold and water leak problem in the unit. "It has already been several months since I have changed residences yet the allergies remain: runny nose, itchy and watery eyes, and rashes all over my body. Sometimes the itch feels like it is already deep beneath my skin and difficult to soothe. "The allergies even persisted while I was home for the Christmas holidays for nearly a month. "I keep the bedroom windows closed in my current residence just like in the previous one and now constantly use an air purifier. The measures helped initially but now no more. I have always kept my residences clean. "Sir Tony, I am so tired of taking antihistamines for years because they always make me very drowsy and it becomes very difficult for me to function at work. Besides, the antihistamines aren’t able to cure the cause of my allergies. "Thank you very much for your time and help, Sir Tony! I am truly grateful."

My reply:

Hello ______!

I placed you in _The Spirit Questors_ Private Group. Contact ________, who is also in that Group, and ask him for a session.

Slept ten hours last night.

Good noon, Cubao!

There is nothing as phenomenal as the summer sun blazing on the equator.

Good night, Cubao!

The family members snuggle early in bed on a mid-weekend night.

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You with four syllables in your name: A serious, alternative healer should never stop exploring. He must continually upgrade his knowledge and his skills, because, like science, alternative healing always takes three steps forward and one step backward.

Your Messenger message:

"Hi Sir Tony,

I dreamt of you again last night. I was meeting you in Pho Hoa daw the place, and you were having a meeting with a person or 2 who I cannot see the faces. Tapos I showed you some manuscript of some sort that belonged to you po ata. Then I said, 'look Tony, I found these and reviewing your notes.' Then these are files we haven't read or seen before. And you asked me if I have guessed the other members for our group kasi nagbigay ka raw po ng clue but I said I am not sure about my guesses. You mentioned something about a blue flower or rose. Then you pointed me to a girl who is bald and has cancer too and I realized it's one of my college batchmates. She was wearing a red floral dress and talking to ________ about cancer stuff as well.

"Btw Sir, I scoured your page and personal account for your reply (as you mentioned) to this but there is no post on your answer to this one, nor the date of sending message "

My reply:

Hello _______!

This dream harks back to our dinner meeting, during which we discussed the possibility of my conducting master classes for your group, specifically on areas your group members are weakest in. The blue flower represents the new knowledge you will acquire from that series of sessions.

The woman with cancer was in that dream, as she was actually at the dinner. Such an image is called a dream landmark, which enables you to recognize the true meaning of the dream.

As to my interpretation of your previous dream, which you were unable to locate, try searching for it here:  

https://tonyperezphilippinescyberspacebook42.blogspot.com/

Good morning, Cubao!

Sunrise is an empty fighting ring awaiting the events of the day. 

Good night, Cubao!

A gnome's birthday party is ongoing in the dragon tree. There will be carousing through the wee hours of dawn.

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You with six syllables in your name: Your subject matter is Nature, for it surrounds you where you are. Do not allow your artist's mind to be distracted by anything else.

Lunch at home with Aubrey.

Then jalan-jalan at the center to meet two De La Salle Dasmarinas Pre-Med students at the Cubao Leaky Cauldron. Gave them one copy each of _Cubao Ilalim: Ikalawang Aklat_.

Less than a week to March and the cradled canvas for my Prologue Painting hasn't arrived yet!

Good morning, Cubao!

The day is a backyard barbecue with friendly neighbors.

Good night, Cubao!

A second blanket keeps away the dawn chill from your legs and feet.

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You with three syllables in your name: I love everything that you've been offering me for sale. Rest assured that I will buy them from you as soon as I need them.

"Take your passion/
And make it happen/
Pictures come alive/
You can dance right through your life/"

An early lunch at home alone.

Neil and Q. resumed work in the service passage.

Good morning, Cubao!

A dawn of blunders always turns into a day of blessings.

Good night, Cubao!

Gnomes count their gold coins by candlelight.

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You with seven syllables in your name: Your astral twin not only shares your name, he also looks exactly like you. He works abroad but comes to Metro Manila once in a while.

Your Messenger message:

"Hello po sir!

"Good afternoon po, I would just like to ask for an advice about my spiritual journey. My mother is a fan of yours po and has already asked questions to you before, and I figured that, maybe, if I rely on your confirmation, it will give much relief to me. "I have been practicing tarot reading and manifestations and with that I have practiced listening to my intuition. "I always felt like the universe was forcing me to do things that I've been avoiding to do and with this, I've been hurt quite harshly just to learn one lesson. "Moreover, within the last month, I came accross a story on my social media about Hecate, a greek goddess and somehow, being sure that I wasn't convincing my self too much, I felt called to work with her, but I did not do anything about it since I am unsure if this path is for me or not, another fact is that I have also read warnings and cautions from spiritually awake people that have worked with her. "After asking for signs if she is reaching out to me, I have been seeing black dogs and cats (including my own pet) and my sudden interest of the Moon. "With this sir, I would like to ask, is this calling safe for me to push through? and if not so, should I be working with a deity that I do not recognize as of now? 'I will be grateful for your time and response."

My reply:

Hello _____!

All Tarot readers go trough this, and it has nothing to do with religion. I has, however, everything to do with universal archetypes that provide symbols and what they have always meant from the beginning of time.

It is safe to proceed on this journey the way it is safe for a historian to probe culture all the way back to the Neanderthals and for an artist to explore his primal consciousness and for a socio-anthropologist to delve to the bottom of the most fearsome crimes.

Your Messenger message:

"Sir Tony, good morning po. If I may ask, can you connect to the dead po? I just would like to ask ______ about certain things. But if you prefer not to, I’ll understand. I hope I am not disturbing you. Thank you Sir Tony."

My reply:

Hello _____!

It is better for all of us to leave such things as they are. ":Unfinished business," unclear memories, miscommunications, and personal mysteries are all part of our karma.

Your Messengr message:

"Sir Tony Follower po ninyo ako sa FB ninyo binabasa ko po mga humihingi ng payo ninyo.Kung di po kaabalahan sa inyo hingi po ako ng payo kung ano mabuti namin gawin ng pamilya ko pareho po kaming nasa ____________ nag work kasama isa kung anak na _________.nag try po kami apply sa ____________ for better future.me posibilidad po kaya na matuloy kaming pamilya at manirahan doon.Maraming Salamat po God bless"

My reply:

Hello ______!

Magtanong-tanong ka sa mga kinauukulan tulad ng mga nasa embahada, sa mga matagumpay na tinanggap sa _________, at sa mga kapwa mo aplikante, Higit silang makatutulogn sa iyo kaysa ibang tao.

Good morning, Cubao!

The day is a writer beginning the next chapter in his novel.

Good night, Cubao!

A lit lantern on the windowsill heralds meaningful dreams.

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You with four syllables in your name: Love your family, but never hide behind the skirt of your mother for security. Learn to stand and to fight on your own.

She tried to disguise her identity and sent me a Friend Request.

I accepted the Request only so that she would see what she'd been missing.

Your Messenger message:

"Good afternoon, sir Tony.

"It’s me again, asking for your guidance. "I have been sickly since I was a child. "Painful neck spasms occur without warning, painful to the point that it delibilitates me. "Aside from my heart failure and kidney injuries and a slew of other ailments, I would just like to confirm with you, sir, if someone or something departed is the cause of this? Can that really happen? "When I was a younger, the adults always talk about how I am vulnerable. Laging napaglalaruan. "In the span of our short conversations and with your abilities, I pray, I can once and for all have a light shed on this matter, please? "You also mention that we should get a mentor or guide of our same gender, do you have any recommendations, sir? "Thank you for your endless generosity. "

My reply:

Hello _____!

Your ailments have no supernatural causes. Just go with what your doctor says, and even check out the possibility of your having psychosomatic disorders.

P.S. I never recommend other counselors, whatever their gender.

Shocking news this morning.

My sisters Remi and Alice came home from the funeral wake of Dr. Sonny Viloria, the brilliant alternative healer who introduced many innovations to medical science. Apparently he had an enlarged heart and died due to cardiac arrest.

I wish he'd been able to heal himself, but he was probably like a writer too busy to read books or an artist too busy to go to exhibits.

Good morning, Cubao!

Breakfast is a kettle of spicy noodles and eggs.

Good night, Cubao!

The gnomes bury treasure chests along garden walls.

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You with six syllables in your name: Do not revel in the carnival--that was a downfall of Pinocchio. Focus on the task at hand. Why are you there? What are you expected to do? What do you aim to bring home with you?

This is a work-related trip. Have your wild fun some other time.

One-hour, early afternoon nap.

Your Messenger Message:

"Goodmorning po sir Tony.

'Lakas-loob po akong nag-msg sa inyo dahil nangangamba po ako sa huling panaginip ko po.

"Sana po ay matulungan ninyo akong maipaliwanag ito. "Marami pong salamat. "Pagpalain po kayo lagi ng Panginoon

"Sa akin pong panaginip ay nalagas daw po lahat ng ngipin ko. As in lahat

may pamahiin po kaming pinaniniwalaan na kapag nanaginip na natanggalan ng ngipin ay may mamamatay sa pamilya. "Nangangamba po ako sir sa kung ano nga ba ang kahulugan ng panaginip ko. "Sa panaginip ko rin po ay desperado raw po akong maikabit muli ang mga ngipin ko, pinulot ko raw ang aking mga ngipin at pilit na ikinakabit muli sa aking mga gilagid. "Salamat po sir sa paglalaan ng panahon. "God bless po."

My reply:

Isang pamahiin lamang ang paniniwala na, kapag nanaginip ka tungkol sa paglagas ng ngipin, mamamatayan ka.

Ito ang totoong kahulugan ng panaginip mo: Sa kasalukuyan, nalulumbay ka dahil para kang naging invisible woman. Hindi ka pinapansin at hindi ka pinakikinggan ng ibang tao, lalo na ang mga mahal mo sa bunay. Kung may asawa ka, nangangahulugan din na parang hindi ka na niya pinahahalagahan.

Huwag kang mabahala. Ipagpatuloy mo lamang ang mga normal mong gawain.

P.S. Sa susunod, dumulog ka sa isang counselor na kapwa mo babae.:

Good morning, Cubao!

The sun is a citrine crystal ball bubble-wrapped in clouds.

Good night, Cubao!

The drizzle passed to make way for an enchanted night.

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You with seven syllables in your name: Sometimes I answer your questions about magic and sometimes I don't. When I do answer them, my answers are not thorough. That is because there is no real bond between us. You were never my student and, since I retired in 2015, you never will be one.

Staggered dinnertimes.

Asked Bertod to bring some food over to M.'s cafe staff.

Night chores.

My favorite time of the day has come again: an evening shower, and then snuggling in bed with Agatha Christie.

One-hour, early afternoon nap.

Cozy in my bedroom on this drizzly day.

Cecilia is back in the USA and has already brought my portrait of her to a framer's in California.

Can't wait to see the framed work!

Good morning, Cubao!

A light rainfall glazes the earth with water colors.

Thought I'd have a late night snack at M.'s cafe but the place was too crowded for my comfort, and so I decided to have the food served in our dining room.

Good night, Cubao!

Every patient in the gnomes' infirmary is assigned a nurse and a caregiver.

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You with three syllables in your name: Learn how to contain your anger, and how to sublimate it into high forms of art. Otherwise you will remain the eternal adolescent, grinning smugly and satisfied with being rebellious and misunderstood.

Staggered dinnertimes.

Asked Rayven to bring some food over to M.'s cafe staff.

Night chores.

My favorite time of the ay has come again: an evening shower, and then snuggling in bed with Agatha Christie.

One-hour, late afternoon nap.

2:51 PM. Back home from jalan-jalan at the center with Angelique, Aubrey, and Jazz. We had lunch out and did major groceries. Also paid our water bill, and bought a spotlight and two bulbs.

Good morning, Cubao!

The day is a pile of unwrapped comic books.

Good night, Cubao!

The gnomes' travelers' inn now has an upper floor.

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You with six syllables in your name: Ensure the safety and security of your own home. Do not be distracted by focusing on other people's houses.

Staggered dinnertimes; Angelique and Jazz are at a basketball game and Aubrey preparing for her night shift.

Asked Bertod to bring some food over the M.'s cafe staff.

Night chores.

My favorite time of the day has come again: an evening shower, and then snuggling in bed with Agatha Christie.

Rowena

I don't know why I always remember this brief episode in my life. It was after classes in senior high, when Ateneo de Manila was still exclusively male. A co-student and I were walking to Gate 3 to commute to our homes. We stopped by an acacia tree outside the college complex because we saw some white stuff in a crook between the tree trunk and one of the branches. They were torn-up pieces of a black-and-white photograph. My co-student and I pieced them together and saw that the photo was of a naked Caucasian woman. On the back was a handwritten inscription that read, "To _________, In memory of our fun times together."

My companion found the photo very amusing. I, on the other, was beginning to get bothered by my playwright's mind. Who was the college student? Was his conscience being riddled by guilt? How did he meet the Caucasian woman? Why didn't he like her anymore?

It was always interesting to me to probe beneath surfaces and analyze the characters behind the smallest events.

Unfortunately, it still is.

I was sneezing the whole morning and Neil caught a cold last night because of the boral powder and cement and silk-coat powder mixture, but that's all over now. Masonry work is a pain in the neck.

I'd like another thorough cleaning of the ground floor on Monday, though.

Now the service passage needs to be repainted, but I think I'll focus on that after I'm done with my Prologue Painting.

Since it's between the Blue Tower and the Green Tower, a shade of blue-green or sea-green would be nice. 

Work on the concrete arch was finally completed yesterday.

Neil and Q. are now cleaning the entire ground floor.

One-hour, afternoon nap.

A fine, sunny day in Cubao with cool winds.

Were I young, I would spend it outdoors.

January 12, 2023

Photo shoot with one of my former university students for the Prologue Painting of my next exhibit.

An early lunch at home alone; Angelique at work and Aubrey having a day out with a former high school classmate.

Cradled canvas not yet delivered.

Another kera-kera day.

Wearing my antique pendant of twin wolves.

Good morning, Cubao!

The day is a scent of cologne and a parcel of good memories.

Good night, Cubao! Be patient. Do not allow unfinished work to give you sleepless nights. Great projects are achieved naturally a little at a time.

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You with seven syllables in your name: Do not give up on your dreams. Do not be intimidated by the fact that two of your family members were given big awards for their accomplishments. Have the courage to be yourself and shine.

Staggered dinnertimes.

Asked Rayven to bring some food over to M.'s cafe staff.

Night chores.

My favorite time of the day has come again: an evening shower, and then snuggling in bed with Agatha Christie.

Lunch at home with Aubrey; Angelique at work.

Wearing my birthstone necklace, bloodstone, today.

So wonderful to wear jewelry the whole day again because I'm not painting; the new, cradled canvas hasn't arrived yet.

It's kera-kera period.

Slept nine hours last night.

Good morning, Cubao!

The clouds are hot and cold water dispensers.

February 15, 2023

My youngest sister Sylvia sent us a bag of groceries that she and my brother-in-law Rey were unable to consume They fly back to Sydney in a few days.

Good night, Cubao!

Children love sleeping on cozy lofts.

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You with three syllables in your name: Do not expect immediate returns from your online business, for you offer something that only a few have need of.

M,, Rose, Leah, and the baby arrived from their overnight stay at a hotel on Valentine's Day.

Staggered dinnertimes.

Asked Bertod to bring some food over to M.'s cafe staff.

Night chores.

My favorite time of the day has come again: an evening shower, and then snuggling in bed with Agatha Christie.

Men are done working in the service passage for the day, but Neil and Q. will do some sandpapering and cleaning tomorrow.

The studio area is empty, awaiting the arrival of the cradled canvas for my exhibit's Prologue Painting.

Staggered lunchtimes.

One-hour, afternoon nap.

Toto, Neil, and Q. reported for work today.

For starters, they wrapped Painting #14 and placed it in storage.

They are now fixing all of the aluminum clothes horses in the laundry room.

Good morning, Cubao!

Every day is the beginning of a new year.

February 14, 2023

A Valentine's Day delivery

I'd always wanted to have one of these tea ovens, especially the smallest size, for boiling tea, heating tea in a cup, warming wine, burning essential oil in a saucer, even burning incense. I frequently see them as props in wuxia, multi-episode Chinese sword dramas, though such items are really from ancient Japan and known as magic tea kettles, or bunbuku chagama. I did buy the biggest size a few years back, but was dismayed that it was too big for our tea cart; I now simply use it as a brazier for chilly days and nights.

https://www.google.com/search?q=how+to+use+a+chagama+kettle&oq=how+to+use+a+chagama+kettle&aqs=chrome..69i57j33i160l2.9553j0j7&sourceid=chrome&ie=UTF-8#fpstate=ive&vld=cid:e8a5c3fc,vid:54LuAi30B-I

Painted fourth cradle side black.

Everything should be completely dry tomorrow, and the boys will wrap Painting #14 for me.

A delivery arrived.

I am avoiding M.'s cafe tonight. Too many people. It was not spared from the Valentine's Day crush.

Good night, Cubao!

Tonight's moon dust contains a soporific that will make many people drowsy.

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You with four syllables in your name: A son asks for something. Give the other son the same thing, otherwise he will harbor jealousy.

David and his cousin flipped Painting #14 on the easel for me.

Staggered dinnertimes.

Asked Rayven to bring some food over to M.'s cafe staff.

Night chores.

My favorite time of the day has come  again: an evening shower, and then snuggling in bed with Agatha Christie.

Painted a third cradle side black.

Painted two cradle sides black.

Sent Neil to buy a tube of paint at the center.

A milk tea delivery arrived for Aubrey.

An early lunch at home alone; Angelique at work and Aubrey asleep after her night shift.

A carpenter is constructing a three-decker bed inside the service barracks at the back of M.'s cafe.

Your Messenger message:

"Hi Sir Tony! Good morning! May I ask po, what is the meaning of my dream which is going to a cemetery at night and doing seance with a medium? The tomb was unknown for me because it’s a woman’s tomb. After that, as I walk calmly inside the cemetery grounds before night time/the time where the gateman closes the gate, I encountered different kinds religious groups/cults doing seance to different tombs. Salamat po sa sagot, Sir Tony.

"As I can vividly remember, sir, the names of the groups are 'Simbahang Banal ni Ezekiel', 'Sagrado Catolico Baruchiel', 'Virgen De La Agua', etc."

My reply:

Hello ______!

Your psyche is reminding you to revive or honor your Feminine Side. Perhaps you have been too preoccupied with your Yang and have been ignoring your Yin.

Good morning, Cubao!

The sun fairies paint the sides of houses a bright, rose gold.

Good night, Cubao!

The elder gnomes carefully plot a scenario for the following day.

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You with four syllables in your name: You still need to learn how to relax--that is one thing you were still unable to achieve over time. Never think that others are out to put you down. You have many good friends, but you do not completely see the good in them.

Staggered dinnertimes.

Asked David to bring some food over to M.'s cafe staff.

Night chores,

My favorite time of the day has come again: an evening shower, and then snuggling in bed with Agatha Christie.

Your Messenger message:

"Hi Sir Tony

"

I can't stop thinking of this dream so I just want to share this to you. I met you last night in my dream. I'm in a forest in the middle of the night and you walked past me and suddenly you put an amulet around my neck with an angel and triangle design then you left. "I don't know if that dream has spiritual meaning but I think it's worth sharing with you.

"

My reply:

Hello ____________!

There are talismans similar to those that acrually exist. Google-search images for "Trespico" and "Siete Arcangeles", or "7 Arkanghel Medalyon".

On a psychological level, it seems that a teacher or a close friend recently abandoned you, and the issue you are concerned with is fairness or justice. His name might have something to do with an angel or one of the archangels. Hence you are not really being called upon to own such talismans.

Incidentally, allow me to correct you on two things:

An AMULET is a power object taken directly from Nature, such as a stone, a seashell, a crystal, a piece of wood, et cetera.

A TALISMAN is a power object that is man-made, struck, molded, or carved out of steel, brass, copper, or wood.

Neil and Q. are now cleaning the upper floor, particularly the living area, the future study room, and the front bacony.

A half-hour, mid-afternoon nap.

Aubrey and I visited my sisters in my sister Alice's apartment.

An early lunch at home alone; Angelique at work and Aubrey asleep after her night shift.

Resumed vernissage on Painting #15. Using gloss varnish because  I love the way it makes the colors glow like precious gemstones.

Your Messenger message:

"Good morning, Sir Tony! May I ask, what is the indication na I had a dream about my first love a day before Valentine’s Day? I woke up this early because it was so very vivid. The dream was I keep on messaging her and one day she replied that we’ll date again and she went to my house. Is this an indication that we still have an unresolved issue or that we didn’t have a closure? Thanks in advance for the reply, Sir."

My reply:

Hello _______!

Your first love, her values, and her personality have become a part of your psyche, so much so that she is personified in your dreams and embodies your concept of the ideal woman.

Worry not--she is a mere, psychological metaphor in your life now.

On another level, the real person could have been thinking about you, missing you, and involuntarily sending you messages, since you were deeply connected in the past.

I advise you, though, to stick to your present commitments. Do not be swayed by memories of the past, for that would be a form of regression.

Good morning, Cubao!

The clouds are clusters of silver, helium balloons.

Good night, Cubao!

The elder gnomes begin yearning for bed at 6:00 PM.

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You with three syllables in your name: You have an astral twin who lives in Singapore, and you sometimes both dream the same dreams. I hope you meet by serendipity someday.

Dinner at home with Angelique, Aubrey, and Jazz. Roi asleep upstairs. Aubrey pan-fried pizza for him to take later.

Asked Rayven to bring some food over to M.'s cafe staff.

Night chores.

My favorite time of the day has come again: an evening shower, and then snuggling in bed with Agatha Christie.

Angelique, Aubrey, Jazz, and Roi arrived from Tagaytay. They bought A LOT of stuff.

Mike sends us five, crystal bracelets.

One-hour, mid-afternoon nap.

Now Rayven is watering the plants in the roof deck, front balcony, side balcony, and ground-floor gardens.

February 12, 2023

It is already summer in my bones.

Spent some time with my sisters in my sister Alice's apartment.

Your Messenger message:

"Hello po Sir. Good morning po. I happened po na malaman kayo out of random searching. I am interested po to read all your books pero wala na po ako mabili sa Shopee or Lazada. Patulong po sana on this matter. Salamat po and God bless"

My reply:

Hello!

All of my books are out of stock and out of print, and, strangely, I want them to stay that way.

Two of my most recent books, however, are still available at Komisyon sa Wikang Filipino. Only 1,000 copies of each were produced, and, since KWF does not reprint, those will soon go out of stock and out of print as well.

If it is any consolation to you, I myself do not keep copies of my books.

Neither do I keep any of my paintings.

Back from lunch at the center with our eldest sister Lourdes, brother-in-law Manny, and family.

Back from lunch at the center with our eldest sister Lourdes, brother-in-law Manny, and family.

Slept nine hours last night..

Good morning, Cubao!

The sky is a gigantic swimming pool.

Good night, Cubao!

A talisman can be programmed for a subject even if he is miles away from it.

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You with six syllables in your name: Believe in yourself. Be a tiger when you have to be one. Try your best, and that is good enough. 

Dinner at home alone.

Asked Rayven to bring some food over to M.'s cafe staff.

Night chores.

My favorite time of the day has come again: an evening shower, and then snuggling in bed with Agatha Christie.

Spent some time with my sisters and brother-in-law at my sister Alice's apartment.

Two deliveries arrived for me.

Back from jalan-jalan at the center with Neil. Bought a bottle of varnish, ten meters bubble wrap, four sets wood and steel clothes hangers, and two boxes doughnuts.

Commenced vernissage for Painting #14.

An early lunch at home alone.

Home alone!

Angelique, Aubrey, Jazz, and Roi left early this morning to stay overnight at a resort in Tagaytay.

No, the volcano won't explode until after they get back home.

Your Messenger message:

"Good morning sir tony, twice kopo kau naisip this month. I would like to ask your honest opinion regarding suicide.

"What happens to the souls of people who committed suicide? thank you so much po"

My reply:

Hello __________!

Like marriage, suicide is to be judged on a case-to-case basis.

I am always on the side of life, and I believe that there is always hope for everyone no matter how dire his situation is. 

I believe in reincarnation, but one should not end one's life to commence another as though it were a Bingo card.

I also believe that everyone goes to heaven, but that heaven is customized, and is not a place crowded with saints and religious fundamentalists.

Good morning, Cubao!

The clouds are spangled with golden sunshine.

The goddess of the storm is my mother,

It is strange, because we are on the onset of a long, Great-Gatsby-hot summer and the weather people report no approaching typhoons, but she has been warning me, over the past few days, of a terrible storm. Perhaps it it will happen in another country?

Good nighr, Cubao!

The fairies do their elaborate night rituals before retiring to bed.

One Message For One Of 2,000 Friends, One Every Night Of The Year

You with one syllable in your name: At your young age you have much to discover, much to learn, much to live for, and much to enjoy. Know, however, that you are surrounded by predators. Do not trust others unwittingly.

Back from a buffet dinner at Novotel with my eldest sister Lourdes, brother-in-law Manny, and family.

Asked Bertod to bring some food over to M.'s cafe staff.

Night chores.

My favorite time of the day has come again: an evening shower, and  then snuggling in bed with Agatha Christie.

A ream of ziggurats from my eldest sister Lourdes.

Spent some time with my sisters at my sister Alice's apartment.

Now Neil, Q., and Rayven are cleaning the ground floor of our house.

Staggered lunchtimes.

Good morning, Cubao!

"Does the sun rise from behind mountains, like in children's paintings?"

--"Sierra Lakes"

Your Messenger message:

"Sir Tony, good evening. May I please clarify some points with you in your magic for squares ebook?

"1. When disposing of name tags, should they strictly be placed in paper bags or can they be wrapped in a sheet of paper and just sealed so as not to be seen? "2. When transferring items from the chess board into drawers / closets to metaphorically transfer ideas from the conscious to the subconscious or unconscious level, do I have to keep the items in the closet / drawer until the spell works? "Thank you for your time, Sir Tony. I am still trying to understand the language of the magical chessboard and how to correctly use it. There are times when I am unsure whether the steps should be strictly and literally followed or as you mentioned earlier, it is the intent that is understood."

My reply:

Hello _____!

1) You may dispose of items that have finished serving their purpose in any manner you feel appropriate.

2) Yes, keep the items in the closet or drawer until the spell works. It is tantamount to moving your intent from the conscious to the unconscious, where it will exercise more power.

3) In the 1950s, mages who were selfish about their methods gave their followers and new practitioners a hard time by prescribing all sorts of strict, obsessive-compulsive rules. The truth is, magic is like reading a Tarot deck manual for the first time and knowing its creators' intent. After you have become comfortable with the deck, you have the right to discover each card's personal meaning for you.

One Message For One Of 1,000 Friends, One Every Night Of The Year

You with six syllables in your name: It is all right to have clean fun, but never compromise your wife and children.

Roi arrived.

Two-hour, deep tissue massage.

Two deliveries arrived for me.

Angelique arrived from work.

Fire at the Araneta Center Busport.

Staggered dinnertimes.

Asked Rayven to bring some food over to M/'s care staff.

Met Adam, a former waiter at M.'s cafe, again.

Night chores.

My favorite time of the day has come again: an evening shower, and then snuggling in bed with Agatha Christie.

Started reading The Listerdale Mystery last night. It's actually an anthology of short stories. I'm glad I've never read them before.

Lunch at home alone.

Aubrey and Roi arrived from lunch out.

Gave Ben and Andrian copies of my books Cubao Ilalim: Unang Aklat and Ikalawang Aklat.

Good morning, Cubao!

The sun's warriors cast heat strokes on the unwary.

Staggered dinnertimes.

Asked Bertod to bring some food over to M.'s cafe staff.

Night chores.

My favorite time of the day has come again: an evening shower, and then smuggling in bed with Agatha Christie.

Finished reading Black Coffee last night. It was all right, but very stagey. Charles Osborne retained as much of the play as Agatha Christie wrote it--meaning, yards and yards of dialogue interspersed with descriptions that read like stage directions. The original author's knack for charaterization and clever twists were nonetheless there.

Reading The Listerdale Mystery tonight. I seem to recall that it was sold under another title in the USA, meaning that I'd already read it, but I'll be glad to reread it anyway.

A parcel arrived for Angelique.

Went with Neil and Rayven to the framers'. Had two paintings for my exhibit framed, and then ordered a cradled canvas for my Prologue Painting.

A snack at Teriyaki Boy.

Neil and Rayven walked Yuki and Cloudy on the compound, then gave Keiko Kashigawa, Yuki, and Cloudy anti-flea shampoos.

Rayven watered the plants in the roof deck, front balcony, side balcony, and ground floor gardens.

Angelique arrived from work.

Still waiting for Painting #14 to dry completely.

Lunch at home with Aubrey; Angelique at work.

Your Messenger message:

"Good morning, Sir Tony!

"I had yet another dream with you in it. This time I was back in my grade school classroom (a mix of the different classrooms I was in per grade). It was after class in the afternoon and my friend (a former high school classmate) and I chatted with you. I can’t recall what we talked about. "Then, while another female friend (former officemate) was consulting you separately afterward, I was seated on the couch waiting. On my right were old high school textbooks. I immediately recognized one of my brother’s old textbooks since his name was written in the front cover in big, bold, black permanent ink in my mother’s writing. I used a video call to inform him. He was delighted. I think you chatted for a bit as well. "Afterwards, another former officemate from the same firm I have returned to, but male, consulted you while you were seated at the teacher’s desk at the front of the classroom. "While waiting for him, I tried writing down my questions for you on psychic abilities in two columns: the left was for the things that I thought were possible, the right for those that weren’t. All that you had to do was just then put a check or an x to confirm. I used a pencil and couldn’t quite make up my mind how to write my many queries so I just kept erasing them. "One question I remembered writing down was 'are you able to psychically read books you’ve never seen?' I noted your previous post where you asked the spirit of your deceased friend to explore your library for answers to her questions. I thought it would also be possible in the astral realm for the living. "I never got to my turn to consult you, though, because I had to wake up. "I listed down as much as I remembered in my dream as soon as I woke up. "Before falling asleep last night, I had been wondering what my dreams would be like once I used my chessboard to unlock sealed mysteries and tried the spell to prepare for astral travel. "Before the dream segment with you, I found myself in private sale of a mid-range bags and accessories brand (didn’t know what it was). It was in a dark room with orange / yellow lighting. In the room with me were my friends (one male, one female). The sale wasn’t going so well. I volunteered to help, which then led to the sale becoming a success. "If you have the time, Sir Tony, may I know what your take on my dream is? Apologies for the lengthy message as I tried to be as detailed as possible. Was this another of your night classes that I attended? If yes, this time my classmates are people I know. "Thank you once again for your time and guidance! It’s been a such a privilege to still be able to learn from you."

My reply:

Hello _____!

1) Yes, you astral-traveled and attended one of my night classes.

2) On a more shallow level, however, whenever one dreams of being back in school, it is because his/her psyche is telling him/her that there is something he/she still needs to learn from life before moving on.;

3) I am your brother's living guide. that is why you saw a school book with his name on it.

4) It is possible to read an author's book without physically having the book and actually reading it, but only insofar as you are able to enter the author's mind. A line-by-line reading of the book is next to impossible, because it is a left-brain hemisphere activity and is a task that cannot be carried on to the right-brain hemisphere, dreaming, state.

5) The bag-sale prelude to your dream means that you will eventually get what you are hoping for, and that you are actually already ahead of everyone else.

Good morning, Cubao!

The day is a surprise parcel from a loved one.

Good night, Cubao!

The adult gnomes plan on reading in bed before turning in for the night.

One Message For One Of 2,000 Friends, One Every Night Of The Year

You with 11 syllables in your name: Do not place your talismans close to each other, otherwise they will become what mages call "suspendido".

Angelique and Jazz arrived from work.

Staggered dinnertimes.

Asked Rayven to bring some food over to M.'s cafe staff.

Night chores.\My favorite time of the day has come again: an evening shower, and then snuggling in bed with Agagha Christie.

My sisters Lourdes and Remi visited our family altar and columbary.

And saw Painting #14 on its easel.

Painting #14 is done and will be varnished soon, brushes and palette knives are washed, am about to order cradled canvas for the exhibit's Prologue Painting.

Nothing to do now but kera-kera.

Washed 12 brushes and five palette knives.

Lunch at home with Aubrey.

Good morning, Cubao!

The sun and planets are points on a cosmic ellipse.

Good night, Cubao!

Fairy messengers with enchanted parcels do their rounds of the neighborhood.

One Message For One Of 2,000 Friends, One Every Night Of The Year

You with six syllables in your name: Ordinarily I would dream of visiting your exotic country, especially since I met one of your countrypersons during my second training in DC years ago. Unfortunately I am now retired and am a hermit, and must content myself with your photos.

Please keep Posting them.

Staggered dinnertimes.

Asked Bertod to bring some food over to M.'s cafe staff.

Night chores.

My favorite time of the day has come again: an evening shower, and then snuggling in bed with Agatha Christie.

Spent two hours with my sisters and brother-in-law at my sister Alice's apartment.

Monchito visited and gave me a bag of ground, Philippine coffee.

My former student Vanessa visited. Bought her a ham sandwich at M.'s cafe and gave her two copies of Cubao Ilalim: Ikalawang Aklat (one for her and one for Ruey).

Goodies from my eldest sister Lourdes, who flew in February 4, 2023 with my brother-in-law Manny, from Sydney.

Back from jalan-jalan at the center with Neil  Withdrew money at the bank, changed dollars to pesos, paid our electric and phone bills, did major groceries, and sent some money to my younger son Chito.

Good morning, Cubao!

Cheerful toddlers come out to bathe in the morning sun.

Worked half an hour on eighty-third glaze.

This painting is finished (December 2, 2022 - February 5, 2023). Not bad for two months and three days, but there were interruptions, and I must have lost four painting days.

Must wait for everything to dry before varnishing.

My masseur came to give my brother-in-law Manny a deep tissue massage.

 Two deliveries arrived.

My sister Lourdes went to D.'s store and bought me four reams of ziggurats!

Back from lunch at the center with our eldest sister Lourdes and brother-in-law Manny visiting from Australia, and family.

Good morning, Cubao!

A thousand white, paper planes fly by on a breeze..

Good night, Cubao!

The fairies attend a formal dinner inside the dragon tree.

One Message For One Of 2,000 Friends, One Every Night Of The Year

You with three syllables in your name: In the past, even your closest friends abused your kindness and your generosity. Learn from past mistakes. Users and abusers deserve to flounder.

Staggered dinnertimes.

Brought some food over to my sister Alice.

Brought some food over to M.'s cafe staff.

Night chores.

My favorite time of the day has come again: an evening shower, and then snuggling in bed with Agatha Christie.

Worked half an hour on eighty-second glaze.

Worked an hour on eighty-first glaze.

Back home from lunch at the center with my youngest sister Sylvia and brother-in-law Rey visiting from Sydney, my sister Alice, Angelique, Aubrey, and Jazz.

Met up for coffee afterward with a vendor who sold me a necklace I'd always wanted.

Worked half an hour on eightieth glaze.

Good morning, Cubao!

Sunbeams are gold pendants hanging from the neck of the sky.

Good night, Cubao!

The members of the household perform their elaborate, nocturnal toilettes in their cozy, private bathrooms.

One Message For One Of 2,000 Friends, One Every Night Of The Year

You with seven syllables in your name: Continue celebrating life on your vlog. You have more admirers than you think, among them persons who have the most intense crushes on you.

Staggered dinnertimes.

Asked Bertod to bring some food over to M.'s cafe staff.

Night chores.

My favorite time of the day has come again: an evening shower, and then snuggling in bed with Agatha Christie.

Two deliveries arrived for Angelique.

Worked an hour on seventy-ninth glaze.

Worked an hour on seventy-eighth glaze.

Staggered lunchtimes.

Good morning, Cubao!

The sun is a floodlight filtered with white gels.

Good night, Cubao!

Enchanted night drones fly through the neighborhood.

One Message For One Of 2,000 Friends, One Every Night Of The Year

You with four syllables in your name: The past can never be brought back to live again in the present. Make do with what you are and with what you have.

Jazz arrived from work, then left again to pick up Angelique from a dinner.

Staggered dinnertimes.

Asked Rayven to bring some food over to M.'s cafe staff.

Night chores,.

My favorite time of the day has come again: an evening shower, and then snuggling in bed with Agatha Christie.

Worked half an hour on seventy-seventh glaze.

Your Messenger message:

"Magandang hapon, Tony!

"Kahapon, a-uno ng Pebrero, ako'y tatlong beses dumaan sa isang daanan na hindi ko normal o regular na nilalakaran dahil wala akong dahilan para dumaan sa lugar na iyon. Ngunit sa tatlong pagkakataong napadaan ako sa nasabing lugar na MAGKAKAIBANG ORAS, aking nakita at pinulot ang tatlong bagay na aking nakita tuwing ako ay dumadaan. Ang matalinghaga (sa aking pananaw), ay kung gaano magkakalapit ang 3 bagay na ito sa isa't-isa ng aking pulutin sa 3 magkakaibang pagkakataon. Pulgada lamang ang pagitan nila, na ang pinaka malaking agwat ay nasa 5-6 na pulgada. "Mayroon kayang ibig sabihin ang pagkakapulot ko sa kanila? O wag ko na lamang pansinin dahil baka balewala lamang?

My reply:

Hwllo _____!

That happens to everyone. I know of someone who always comes upon different kinds of feathers wherever she goes; she picks them up and places them in a cardboard box. Others come upon coins, like one of the items you have. Still others come upon color paper clips, pebbles, marbles, et cetera. All of these, whenever the psyche urges one to pick them up, are messages from spirit guides and Nature.

I usually advise these persons to place each item under their pillow and record their dreams the following morning.

Offhand, I'd say that the god of iron is addressing you. He is probably your principal spirit guide. If so, this is your special year.

I mentioned elsewhere that he feeds off road accidents, and I recall that, years ago, you figured in a horrific one.

He fed off your blood. Now he is blessing you.

One-hour, mid-afternoon nap.

Worked an hour on seventy-sixth glaze.

Worked an hour on seventy-fifth glaze.

Staggered lunchtimes.

Good morning, Cubao!

The sun shines golden spotlights on the stage of life.

Good night, Cubao!

Fireflies mark the entrances to enchanted trees.

One Message For One Of 2,000 Friends, One Every Night Of The Year

You with three syllables in your name: The kind of shop you opened must always be up to date with state-of-the-art equipment. Charge your clients accordingly. Make sure you are never on the losing end.

Asked David to bring some food over to M.'s cafe staff.

Night chores.

My favorite time of the day has come again: an evening shower, and then snuggling in bed with Agatha Christie.

Staggered dinnertimes; Angelique and Jazz just arrived from work and Aubrey preparing for her night shift.

When the sun rises, they will find what they are looking for.

One-hour, afternoon nap.