Amazing Things

Sometimes incredible things have happened to me. I had just remembered one such, but I've forgotten the memory. It came back to me because I've been re-reading my diaries from 1995-1998. I have over 40 volumes. Each volume is a notebook. I decided to re-read them because I am looking for references to Adriana Bessi, who taught me to do energy work from end-1994 on, and she was my teacher until her physical death in Feb. 2008. I say 'physical' because I am convinced that she is still near me, and I talk to her from time to time. But I know she is near. I haven't seen or felt anything out of the ordinary, no. But then Adriana was not the type to do anything flashy. She was very simple, down to earth, low key, common sensical. Though everytime I was in trouble she often arrived, or called me on the phone.

So looking for references to her, and teachings that she would give me when things happened to me and I asked her for help, I started reading my diaries again. And as I found interesting entries, funny anecdotes about my kids, anything that was important for me, I made up an index. I numbered all the pages and wrote up index entries like "Dreams", "Phrases", "Realizations", "Phrases" (hey you already wrote this!), "Adriana" etc.

An example of a Phrase: Feb. 18, 1998 "I am ignored. Well, that's alright. The sun, the air, the water are ignored. I am in honored company."

Another. Jan. 24, 1998. "The world has no use for our feeling. Passion is only okay for selling perfume."

I was writing about Emma Bovary, because I'd just re-read Madame Bovary. A bit later I wrote:

"The critics -- Emile Zola -- wrote that Flaubert ended romanticism with Mme. Bovary. He didn't! He showed exactly what romanticism was up against. He ended the fashion of bad literature. But romanticism lives. Because when it finally dies, the war will be over.

"I won't live to see that moment.

"I get to live thru the boring part."

Found a reference to Eddie. One of the incredible things that have happened to me.

Just before I published my first book, Rizal Acc. to Retana, when I attended a history conference in Valladolid, I met an Italian man who had founded a cultural organization on Philippine Studies where he lived in Reggio Calabria (southern Italy, before you cross the sea to get to Sicily). He invited me to the First Conference on International Philippine Studies in October 1998. So I traveled to Rome from Santiago. I was supposed to stay that night in Trastevere, in the apartment of a girlfriend I'd known for years when I lived in the States, who'd married an Italian. I never made it because I was on the train and thought I'd see the station. When I talked to the conductor, he said, "Oh no, we passed it long ago, we're already outside Rome and headed for the final stop." It was close to midnight.

I ended up in Orte Station. And who did I meet there? Eddie, an Italian who lived in New York and spoke English _and_ Spanish. He was on his way to -- naturally! -- Sicily.

He decided to be my guardian angel and guide me to Reggio Calabria on the train. He had lost his train to Rome. We were both stuck in Orte that early morning. He figured out everything, that we had to take the 4am train back to Rome, buy tickets there to go on south. If if wasn't for him, I don't think I could've done it, because I didn't speak Italian and Italians didn't speak English.

I also had packed _three_ bottles of Chilean wine as presents. I bitterly regretted it because the trains in Rome did not wait for you. I met Eddie because I was yelling and screaming on the platform, having just missed the last train to Rome. He calmed me down. Then proceeded to protect me. I had to lie down on a bench and try to sleep. The waiting room was lit and somewhat warm (it was winter), and full of homeless men.

I gave Eddie one of the bottles. He deserved it! So did I! (Lighten my luggage.)

On the way back to Rome from Reggio, I did finally meet up with my girlfriend and stayed in her lovely apartment in Trastevere. I also got lost that evening. I was rescued by two Filipina women on their day off, an aunt and her niece. I'd already been cheated by a cab driver. They were armed with cell phones and they located my girlfriend's apartment and talked to her teenaged daughter, figured out where the apt. was. (I had tried to call myself, but either the payphones didn't work or when they did, I got a recording: El numero non esiste.) They found a _Spanish_ cabdriver, gave him detailed instructions. He was totally honest and got me there.

Doing energy work had something to do with it. It protects because it polarizes you positively, and so you attract positive outcomes, positive situations and people. Before I started, before I met Adriana, I was spiralling down deeper and deeper into chaos, negativity. DESPITE having done tons of work on self-knowledge, conversion of negative images, etc. etc. But I was doing it all with my left brain, with my reason. And it was all valuable, I have no doubt. It just wasn't changing the causal field, i.e., how my cerebro-spinal system was working = only at 7% of its potential.

A lot of people need to learn to do energy work. What Adriana discovered is the real deal. I've worked for many years and now I am ready to have my coming out ball. I'll do my first Seminar in October, then another in November. Both exactly the same. After each seminar, the participants will have the necessary dynamic to start working on their own.

This is the plan. To continue Adriana's mission.

Just last week I should have scratched my car and my neighbor's car, backing out of my alley. I don't know how I didn't. I think just as I was passing the neighbor's parked car, I switched dimensions and my car got ever so slightly thinner. I didn't even realize what was going on. I kid you not. And lots of other things have "not happened", saving me a lot of grief, or worse. More on this in my next chat.

Goodnight!