He Calls Himself Zeus

In a quaint tiny village in the Philippines, my family came to meet a gentle old friend of my father whom I remember fondly as someone with tattoos of dots lined in threes on his forehead. It is a sign of a membership of their group. He was known as the founder of his martial arts/spiritual group called the “Crusancti” in the Philippines. Stories have been told that he has been living in a cave for years and has survived deadly animal attacks; and could foretell the future. My father wanted to meet him, as he was a key person he could connect with for organisation as the election was coming up. Our family has been with the local political scene for some years. And other relatives in national politics; my father’s idealism has hardly wavered over the years. He banked on the youth volunteers to rally for his visions. Obvioulsy, since he chose to take the noble road less traveled by, he did not buy votes nor did he use goons, gold nor guns to get the opportunity to serve a larger group; he often lost the battle with the old rich. But let’s leave that for another blog. Along with my three-year old daughter, my husband and my dad, we walked through the rugged muddy road up and around the hills to locate him. Somewhere, amidst the thinly forested area , was a grass hut made mainly of dried bamboos. He was sitting behind a long white cloth covered table with a welcome banner behind him. His followers were seated facing him; as well as some spectators from the nearby village, perhaps hoping to get some healing or their wishes granted; and some simply to meet their master, who lives in southern Philippines most of the time. After all, aside from being a martial arts founder of his organization, he has the reputation of being a holy man as well; or at least someone who could possible hold some supernatural powers.He greeted us with a familiar smile behind those multi-colored sporty sunglasses. The last time I met him was during an Arnis (A Filipino martial art) tournament at the Villareal stadium when I was in primary school. It was ages back but I can vividly remember his kind and gentle energy, when he greeted me when I was just yay small. There was like a “love flashback”, it was both a very pleasing visual and energetic memory. I did not know what to expect, but anyone into “metaphysics” always interests me. In fact, I was secretly hoping that he knew how to read past lives, since some palmist or tarot person from before, would not reveal much to me. Fortunately, whenever I meet fortune tellers, no one so far has told me any “bad” news. They usually dismiss me as saying “Everything’s great!”. But there was no detailed nor clear information either. To my surprise, the first thing he said to when he looked at me was: “I will get someone to sing your past life to you. In a minute.” “How did he know what I was thinking?”, I wondered. And “sing a past life” , how can that happen? A woman came, and he told us to pay attention, explaining that whether we will understand what she was going saying or not, we will surely feel the essence and pick up on the energy of the sounds. I was under a lot of pressure hoping I have the capacity to do as he said. She went on a kind of trance and started singing in high melodious tunes, some parts were in our vernacular and some were simply strange sounds in harmony. After which, he just asked us to feel the message. It did feel good, but I did not know what to make out of it. That was 10 years back, and I did not have much of a consciously learned intuition or tuning in to a channel software. Though this was my second time to witness a “channel” or a “channeling session”; I was still more of a bewildered spectator than a participant. With a very “matter-of-factly” statement, no introduction, no emotion, no amazement , he said:“You are __________. “ (The answer I feel is not necessary to share.) At least I was not Ravan! (laughs)“Who?” I asked. Who is that? Or “what is that?” At that time, I have not been to India and had no idea about many things about the characters in Hindu mythology. I looked towards my husband and asked if he knew who that was. He said, but there are millions with that name. The “A__” one, he said. Oh dear, now there is another word I need to know. My husband stayed quiet as he usually does. When I went home, I quickly went to Yahoo (I don’t think Google was that popular then) and learned as much as I could about those strange sounding words. And I was floored. There, I thought, was no way that could be unless what he could’ve have meant was the true essence of us all anyway – now that would make sense to me. I found peace with that, and quickly dismissed it. But there was another thing he said, a specific role that I was playing, according to him. “There are only three of you on this planet, playing that role, in that level.” I thought to myself, with all these nuclear bombs of information, why is he saying it like he is telling me: “I had baked potatoes for lunch.” That to me was more startling. Maybe I am just too theatrical of a person, and a news like that would’ve at least shifted my facial expression. But that was just that, flat as a pancake. He made sure I understood “It is nothing special nor anything to worry about. Now carry on your daily chores.” It was not meant to change my life, I just had to continue living my mortal existence. I wanted to know, so he told me. End of story. Then he shifted his gaze to my silent husband, who is a Hindu, he understood everything he said, but was also flat as a pancake in his non-reaction. I started wondering whether it was only me who found these things interesting at all! “They are all here right now, witnessing this. Who have an unfinished ceremony back home, They have been waiting for you and are still waiting for you.” He went as far as decsribing them and Rahul could recognize who he was talking about. Master Jimmy Galez spoke. True enough, my husband told me that a "Shraddh" has been pending back home in Varanasi. And then the second unexpected information came. He told my husband of his past life. Everything else then made sense. He put his hand on my head. "Everything is now clean." "Whatever you do henceforth is the start of what you will choose to bear. I took everything away that you have been carrying all these while." I did not understand what he said. A few hours after on our way home, the top of my head started drilling. It felt as if a steel pipe was being drilled on my head. The very next day, I woke fresh like a lemon! I did not understand where all my childhood pains have gone! It was as if someone erased my emotional memories, I could remember the tragedies but the feeling was just no longer there. Before leaving he taught me a meditation that I took for granted for the next ten years. In between this and that, he told what felt like an endless saga of intergalactic adventures! He has never been to India, lived in a cave without technology, and he seemed to have travel all the worlds in many universes across time and space. I would have easily dismissed it all as science fiction, except that, in a few hours he managed to do what decades of counseling could not even accomplish.