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Love, tolerance, and peace, please.

In reaction to: Muslim Scholars Release Open Letter To Islamic State Meticulously Blasting Its Ideology

I heaved a sigh of relief and breathed in some hope for humanity when I heard of this movement within the Muslim community seeking to clarify and establish, with scholastic authority, their sacred books.
These books wield power from a corresponding god or prophet, so we can only imagine how much influence it has on a person.😐
Ensuring they are interpreted to foster love, tolerance, and peace seems the most practical path, right?
Only their believers can do that. (It’s not like they’d listen to a heathen.) And believers in Catholicism and Christianity have done it pretty successfully. (Not completely, but still an improvement!)
Lasting change comes from within.
Oftentimes, it is external pressures that force transformation. But it won’t happen unless the entity wills it.
This holds true for congregations, nations, organizations, and people like me.☺️
Cheers to constant progression and to a world at peace and in love!❤️

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On Cynthia Alexander and Guerrilla Tears

A guerrilla tear trailed down my cheek reminding me that great music can be overwhelming, specially live.

From raindrops and goodbyes to welcoming the ecstatic pains of motherhood

From the beauty of the present to our forgotten respect for this world

From strolling past a sleeping lake to mind-tripping and cyclical bike rides

Cynthia Alexander has written powerful music, piercing through my metal-plated armor.

I’m still clutching at the emotions stirred by tonight’s conspiracy… Hence the blogpost (which I may just post tomorrow, a day late).

Thank goodness for music, my favorite time-travel machine, taking me back to electric experiences like tonight.

HUGE sigh.

MyJaninay finding herself in Cynthia Alexander’s June 16, 2012 gig at Conspiracy.

A special thank you to Pochoy for taking me. I hear and feel so much more with you.

Cynthia Alexander in Conspiracy, 16 June 2012
“This is more than intimate,” she said.
Conspiracy was packed, inside and out. Everyone enjoying Cynthia’s pleasant company and exquisite music.
“Amoy High School!”
Cynthia’s brother, Joey Ayala, came in through the window armed with funny quips.
“Dumaan Ako” performed by the talented siblings
My keyhole view of Cynthia Alexander… before I decided to stand up. 😉

A Letter From On High

The Philippine Flag
(From MyJaninay ‘s Instagram)
 

Dear Metro Manila,

I fly over you now amid the pitch black. Looking down, I see your city lights. I wish I could keep you that way – neat, pretty, and far away.

But descending into your chaos, I leave my naive wishes in the darkness to join in the wondrous complexities of your crude existence.

Bah. Humbug.

So much easier being a jaded adult rather than an idealistic and rational individual.

With wavering love,

MyJaninay