Thursday, February 10, 2011

The Ghost of Mr. White

There are ghosts that haunt us...
Prof L ended up doing research on the Thomasites because as a child he grew up hearing stories about the ghost of a Mr. White. The prof became fascinated by the question of whether there was a real person behind the ghost story. So off he went to do a phd on the Thomasites and unearthed the story of Frank Russel White who built the first public school in Tarlac and later on became the overall superintendent of schools in the country.
I asked Prof L what he thinks the ghost wants or needs that it has pursued him all this time?
Is this spirit restless, wandering, lost, sad, confused, remorseful?
Is he asking or needing forgiveness?
Is he needing absolution?


I suppose I'll have to wait for an answer on the next visit.

Sunday, February 6, 2011

growing Transition Movements

it's good that the Transition movement is growing. 
buzz words: civilizational collapse, soft transition, end of cheap oil, cutting carbon emission, localization, quality of life, less travel, etc.
this movement is initiated by mostly urban, affluent communities, mostly white folks. in this video, there are featured towns from Ireland, England, New Zealand, Australia...there's even one near me - Transition Sebastopol (not in the video, tho).
this movement is grassroots and grounded on valuing relationships including respect for elders, mindful use of resources, planting your own food, sharing -- all good!


i've been mulling for a while now how i can plug in to a transition community but then on second thought, 
i do not have to transition because i am and have always been "in transition"...!
this movement is really calling for a call to return to indigenous values - love of Land/Earth, love of creation, love of each other, questioning modern values -- values that folks like me have never left behind. 
my question is: is it enough to talk about transition without also talking about the need to decolonize the white/whitened mind (Eurocentric, modern)? and what would that look like exactly? 
here's Jurgen Kremer with some answers.

Saturday, February 5, 2011

cooking frenzy

the day started slowly and late.
toast and jam; softboiled egg for breakfast.
the day before i bought shrimp and ground pork.
we had shrimp sinigang last night. i used lemons and kalamansi from the garden.
i was going to make lumpiang shanghai but ended up making torta instead. i didn't make torta the way my mom does. i used yam instead of potatoes; green pepper instead of red. added corn and peas. dried chopped apricots instead of raisins. it's almost as good as mom's.
then while the torta was cooking, i baked 3 medium-sized beets.
i chopped off the beet greens and sauteed them in butter and garlic.
then i remembered that i had kale and broccoli in the garden so i harvested some. the kale was mixed with the beet greens. i steamed the broccoli; with nothing added, it was perfect.
afterwards i noticed that i had a large butternut squash on a basket on the kitchen counter. i sliced it in half and baked half of it drizzled in olive oil. i cut the other half in chunks and cooked it in coconut milk with a touch of curry powder and ginger. well, it turned out to be coconut cream so i only needed half a can. what to do with the other half?
well, i had tapioca pearls. i also had frozen pandan leaves so i boiled it for a few minutes to infuse the pearls with pandan flavor. after the pearls were done, i added the coconut cream. ack. i forgot to add sugar. what to add for sugar? ahh, i had a can of lychees. i cut the lychees into small pieces then added it with the syrup to the tapioca pearls. delicious!!
it was a good day....
i wish you were here to eat with me.
manyaman!!

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

SILK EGG by Eileen Tabios: A Response

Sometimes I feel I'm carrying on an illicit affair with Poetry. You know how that feels, right? Desire overwhelms and then the disciplined heart (or is it the mind?) intercepts and says: Dont! You can't possess her anyway!
And so Silk Egg sat on my coffee table as I got busy: a retreat, two book reviews, two syllabi, a walk in the woods, a romp on the beach at sunset, and traipsing here and there with friends.
But tonight I picked her up and took her to bed with me (I wouldn't be writing this otherwise, no?) And she just wouldn't let me go.
I had forgotten how sweet it is to get lost in the beauty of ....Words. These black dots on a page suddenly turning into a visual sensual orgasm of sort.
What is so special about Her birthland is replete with child soldiers? Just one sentence that would take a Nicholas Christof an entire NYT column to expound on. But say it once, say it again and ....
There's a reason why Sky is better than aspirin! because when one thinks of war, of refugees, of orphans, one thinks of the assumed amorality of maps. But for me those who draw maps succumb to manifest manners - a Rarefied pretense of empire mongers. Yes, I believe that in the rarefied air of the imperial City, radiance has absconded.
The rest of us are ushered into a Door not of our choosing; sometimes regretful but then acquiescing to the loosening of rain, rain rain.
After all, the heart is a pure animal.
When having an illicit affair, you don't allow yourself to drown in the headiness of it all.
You caress slowly to make time stand still.
Do not swallow Silk Egg in one night.
But who will stop me?
I have no remorse.

Sunday, January 30, 2011

REVIEW OF VIRGIL MAYOR APOSTOL’S "WAY OF THE ANCIENT HEALER"


 Virgil Mayor Apostol, Way of the Ancient Healer
NORTH ATLANTIC BOOKS, 2010

Reviewed by Leny Mendoza Strobel
January 28, 2011

In a note I sent to Virgil shortly after receiving my copy of his book, I wrote: In a way, my books have been a way station for the arrival of the knowledge that you bring in this book.  I said this because I’ve been writing about the need for those of us in the diaspora to have access to Filipino indigenous knowledge and practices as part of our decolonization process. For what is the point of deconstructing our colonized identities if, in the end, we didn’t have an indigenous narrative of our own? In all of my writing about decolonization and indigenization, I have described my own journey, including my desire to know more specifically about my own ancestral roots as a Kapampangan.

While I have the body memory, I didn’t have the ancestral stories to go along with it. Way of the Ancient Healer gave me those stories. Even if they are Virgil’s personal stories, he claims he speaks out of a collective voice as well…and that includes mine.

In reading Virgil’s Way of the Ancient Healer, I felt as if I finally had the empirical evidence or concrete data in the form of his own personal stories and those of others who reveal the encyclopedic knowledge of healing arts of our Filipino ancestors. He also links this knowledge to the traditions and practices of near and far neighbors in Southeast Asia and beyond. Even further, he also weaves these traditions within the realm of the cosmic and mythic. His narrative spans both ancient and contemporary times to show that the past is still alive in the present; in his Epilogue he envisions that our ancient ways of healing will survive into the future as well.

I used to read the Journal of Noetic Sciences  and Parabola and there was always a part of me that felt incredulous about the attempts of western scientists to prove that certain psychic or spiritual phenomena can be proven scientifically in laboratory settings or with measuring instruments. Even then I was already skeptical of the need to validate everything through the scientific method. I muttered to myself often: why do we need science to prove that prayer works? Why do we need science to prove that meditation works?  

And then I was introduced to the term “indigenous science” through the work of Apela Colorado[1] and Jurgen Kremer[2] and Jeremy Narby[3] – all of whom are writing to posit that there needs to be better dialogue between indigenous knowledge holders (shamans) and scientists.  In particular, I appreciate Narby’s contention that what hinders this dialogue is not language but the arrogance of western science.

Well, we must be making some progress towards that dialogue if I take as one indicator the publication of the Way of the Ancient Healer by North Atlantic Books. Blurbed by famous names in the healing arts - Deepak Chopra, Bradford Keeney, Hank Wesselman, and Jean Houston – this book places our Filipino Sacred Teachings and Philippine Ancestral Traditions on the map.  (Whether we admit it or not, the colonized mind tends to be impressed by the authority of the printed word more than the authority of the oral tradition).

But something is changing…

I heard Danny Kalanduyan, the kulintang master, tell the story that when be brought his Filipino American students to Mindanao to learn about kulintang arts, the locals were wondering why Americans are interested in their arts. I hear the same story repeated in various ways: when Filipinos in the Philippines receive the balikbayans who are interested in indigenous cultures and practices, it creates a synergy and it awakens their own consciousness to the importance and relevance of these practices.  In the Philippines, I remember Fr. Alejo’s story of how the indigenous folks on Mt Apo told him: why do you still want to study us, Father, when we don’t have culture anymore? (in reference to their having agreed to allow a geothermal development on their sacred mountain).[4]

Indeed, the timing of Virgil Apostol’s book is perfect.  I sense that we are ready to look back at our ancient ways of knowing and healing because when we do, it returns us to a place of belonging. It makes us feel whole. It makes us joyful to remember, re-member and make whole the fragments of stories that we have silently carried in our cultural genes.

I look at the photographs in this book and the various ways of naming among our ethnolinguistic groups and I am overcome by a soothing feeling, a very comforting feeling. More recently, my grief and sadness over the stories that were not passed on to me by my own ancestors have been assuaged: You may not know our names or our stories, but you know us. Your work honors us. And we know you. What prepared me to hear the voice of my ancestors includes the time I spent with Virgil’s book. 

Let me put it another way: The spoken word is potent. In oral cultures, as in the ancient times of our ancestors, the stories were handed down in all their potency and power. David Abram[5] writes that reading can be an animist experience once we learn how to reconnect with the sensuousness of the world and the word.

The structure of Way of the Ancient Healer lends itself to the potential of reclaiming the power of the oral tradition, of the story, of the spoken word in its literate form. In this way of bridging, of finding the middle path (as Virgil calls his approach to this work), it invites the skeptical, the cynic, the doubter – for whatever reasons – to come hither and listen.  Is your religious belief or scientific belief or your modern consciousness getting in the way of this invitation to imbibe in the wealth of your ancestral Filipino roots? Not to worry. Virgil’s approach in this book is gentle, humorous, compassionate, and non-judgmental. After all, that’s the only way the ancestors would have it.

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[1] http://www.wisn.org/research.html
[2] http://www.sonic.net/~jkremer/Ethnoautobiography.PDF
[3] http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Cosmic_Serpent
[4] See Fr. Albert Alejo’s book, Creating Energies on Mt. Apo, Ateneo University Press
[5] http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7nhqzxHVQm4

Saturday, January 29, 2011

Original Instructions (from dream circle, 1/16/2011

You are here because we summoned you.
For many decades now you have dreamt of this moment.
In your dreams, your Lola appeared telling you to plant
sampaguita, kalamansi - which are not native to his land.
But this is your Land now. We brought you here.
We sent you here.
These are the original instructions you are remembering now
because the veil of forgetting has lifted. Your memories
are alive; they live and breathe here and now tethered
to the thread that weaves the past, present, and future.
Because of moments like this weekend, we will grieve
no longer because you have welcomed us back and received our
presence into your life.
Your life now flows like song - sometimes of ecstacy and joy,
sometimes of rage and fear, sometimes of reverie --
but always full and throbbing.

Thursday, January 27, 2011

White Theology intersects with indigenous spirituality

This is a re-post from the old blog (kathang-pinay) dated January 29, 2005.:


What is white theology and how does it intersect with indigenous spirituality?

Jim Perkinson's answer: 

  • The simplest answer I suppose is to say white theology is a response to black theology. Like that effort of making black experience of race explicit in relationship to Christian theology, white theology tries to do the same with whiteness.
  • It means making clear how racialization and racism came into being in the first place as a European theological evaluation of colonized peoples as “not saveable” and of their cultural and religious practices as dangerous at best and demonic at worst.
  • That theological evaluation quickly took up skin color as its shorthand for assessing who is who in the colonial theaters of contact.
  • White theology then makes apparent how racial perception and racist exploitation of colonized others were originally theological in motivation and continue to function as mode of “salvation” for white people.
  • Modern Christianity is not a neutral force in the modern world but since 1492 has functioned as a modality of spiritual supremacy that birthed white supremacy.
  • White supremacy is the bastard child of Christian supremacy over indigenous religions. White theology seeks to trace that history and genealogy and then make clear how white supremacy continues to operate as the hidden norm inside most of our global structures today, whether economic, political, social, cultural, or spiritual.
  • Recovery of indigenous practices as peer spiritualities of Christianity (or even as perhaps superior in their sensitivity to local culture and ecology) is necessary to “outing” and dismantling white supremacy.