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Of all human hunger, the craving for power and influence seemed greatest. This craving is greatly manifested with every human misunderstanding and war that never ceased since man partially awakened in his existence. Although world religions had taught us a lot about the human moral values and spiritual triumph, undoubtedly man's attachment to his religion and its' doctrine may conjoin him with the optimum good of humanity or set him apart to its quintessence. Why can't men live in peace with each other? If we are the perfection of natural evolution then why is it that there are morsels of thought that contaminates our very own being as a person, with compassion and love of life? Our temporal time here on earth, is an experience of divinity. Divinity in a sense that our conscious awareness, limited control, is fully exercised on most things around us, a matter of what religions call "holy". This force around our "capability" is an inner manifestation of the spirit in us; if this spirit is at all capable of "doing things" then conclusively we can take "actions" as well to make peace between each men a matter of living miracle. |
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It is pretty strange that as old as the world is, our human mind, nations after nations, belief against belief, had controlled us. circumstances now dictate our choices and it seemed pretty hard of talking peace that does not require carrying guns. Who by the way, ruled portions of land without the dictate of force? |
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In the point of view of an Eagle Scout, peace is like the solemn woods or like an empty thought of an imagination. It is like the fire during night or even the cinder in the cold. But it is also like the movement of brotherhood, without personal bias to Race, creed, or religion. It is not divided like the stars, but it is like the universe and it's total meaning to man. His spirit moves like the wind, when it comes pass there will be silence, but he pays attention and he is strong even when other people are weak. He is constantly reminded of the Boy inside him, even the man symbolized by the Eagle with sharp talons. When grips, it is firm and when he directs it is the finality of his judgment. He is an Eagle Scout and that is who he is. —Preceding unsigned comment added by Gil samaco jr (talk • contribs) 06:41, 24 July 2008 (UTC) |
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lamone, Q. (quentin's nom de plume) |
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It was choiceless: Before the second people power ousted the incompetent president who cannot |
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even walk steadily in his own feet, Mindanao and its people faced both fear and confidence. |
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A war that hid a lot of secret transactions, intends to offer fear to the coming years because |
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the Muslims serves their revenge best when the world thought of peace. Among the greatest scene |
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i saw, was the hoisting of Philippine flag for the first time in the heart of the Moroland |
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whom the Moro Liberation Army, for centuries, defended. The Americans who massacred these |
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group of people were not able to totally impose the "democracy" they wanted to impose. |
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We heard of the Battles, namely Bud Dajo, Bud Bagsak, and many stories of the local people |
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who had the memory so fresh in their minds. Perhaps, in a land of religious sensitivity |
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and a faith worth dying. |
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His historical decision to solve the problems in Mindanao that did not only made |
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a better impression to his cronies but also showcased the rotten system that had squandered |
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the people's taxes. War was costly! In fact so costly that he used this "war" to empty |
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the treasury of the government. His "best friends" who held arms business were made to |
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take care of government contracts delivering ammunitions and military supplies to Mindanao. |
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That would probably explain why the M-16 bullets mostly jammed in a firefight between |
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brothers, because a quantity of these supplies were substandard. Life vests and helmets |
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were always stipulated in the supply list, but these were made out of inactive veterans |
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who gained their living through imitating the american made vests and helmets still substandard. |
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So soldiers were pawns who waged war with the Moro rebels and so much of the civilian lives |
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were taken, a price they paid for the brutal beheadings, the kidnappings, the bomb diffused |
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in scattered portions of the land in different time and space by Muslim extremists. Two |
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brothers were like Cain and Abel, a renewed archetype who sacrificed human blood in the |
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name of God, is there any "God" in the slaughter of hundreds? |
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In front of a damaged mosque, was a corpse reaching for a half-bodied child faced-down |
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in the hollowed circumference, where softened wet earth blended with blood and the smell |
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of death was all around in a field of barren hope. The insensitive OV-10 bombers fled |
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through the sky noisily as it continued to drop its wrath to civilian communities used |
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by the Muslim separatists as human shields. There were screaming families running away |
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from a distant settlement and we waited with the government Military, armoured, well-guarded. |
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The Moro snipers started to fire at us, until the captain ordered the troops to drop, |
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exchanges of fire lasted a few minutes. Someone nick-named "Tabacco" radioed the command |
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execution, took no delay to fire the main gun in the armoured tank that hit the settlement |
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tower. It was declared over! |
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This was grandpa's paradise, a wet earth of lost Eden, suddenly swarmed with ants marching |
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through long lines, never deprived of fleshy staple. The spirit of the dead flooded the land |
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of promise, a pending one of mundane creation. I wept lying in the line of fire, collecting |
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information and validating the life i lived for a thousand moments. In the heart of what |
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used to be the playground of mythical creatures, i refused to pray in fear of the name people |
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fought for. The once lush woodlands now fields of empty earth, was brilliantly cut down by the |
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"starring president's" crony whose brother owned a "Match Business". The real inhabitants were |
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driven by the loggers whose papers and declarations announced that they owned the land, cut |
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out timbers, bribed the department of natural resources sentiments |
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they inflicted became darkened smoke inside the Mindanaoans heart that instead of freeing the |
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untamed beast, it fed up to the greed and malicious intent, involving the name of God. |
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julio> editha's father |
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ठLamone Q meticulously selected few pictures pasted in the wall in front of the computer table, he scanned the |
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selections and saved it to his memory stick, started to enhance the copy using Adobe photoshop program and |
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uploaded it to his website. The spaces between pictures deserved some articles about the risks and cirscumstances |
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that awaited visitors. Lamone was careful-weighing all possibilities against probabilities, the unpredictability |
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of the situation the defined what Mindanao is, over what it will be for the seconds to come. After an hour past |
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midnight, he labelled the dates the photo was taken and opened his notebook before a lampstand. "We'd been hiking |
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for days past shallow streams. Fact finding about the case of a dead tribal leader slain by the bullet of a devoted |
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follower. We had been moving, running after important eyewitnesses who refused to talk, as much as the excursion |
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had us important data, there was something lurking in the jungle that we can't identify who or what kind. We knew |
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from the beginning that this led us into a net of blasphemers, of testimonials restrained by fear. Misleading? Well |
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yes. The tribal leader Tigtagbu was the key to Muslim and Christian conflict. Advocating the dialogue for peace |
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taught to him by his Father. He was a pagan, but he upheld some principles of Giovanni Francesco Bernardone. He |
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loved animals, and choosed the Mountain as his sacred refuge. He sought Non- Violence but was killed brutally for |
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this. For what? Sometime in the year 1970's, according to a columist pen-named Nomis, a christian revival movement |
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started at the foot of his sacred refuge. This revival movement prospered because the Leader, Pastor Antollo Kibonoy |
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claimed to receive God's message that he was indeed the appointed son of God. His belief that Jesus was appointed, |
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his belief that we are all children of God, his belief that every Character in the Bible was appointed, contradicted |
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to his view of spiritual revolution. His own view of revolution without evolution. He said to have deciphered all |
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the controversies in the Bible and accused few pastor leaders who attacked him. Is this a son of God? He who have |
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openly, hipocritically accused all christian denominations that did not belong to him as Blasphermer? How rude. |
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Nevertheless, the tribal leader who guarded the deers and wild boars in his mountain became one with the true God |
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of creation, and his place became the new Eden. "Antollo was his friend", wrote Nomis. Antollo became a Datu because |
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he was with them. But Antollo, for sure, wanted to own the Garden of Eden to use it as a means to gather all the |
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money of those who worship and about to worship him compelled by the resurrection of the Garden. While we were lost |
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in the jungle, a child came out in the wilderness and said: "Why do you search the soul of the dead here?" "Because |
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we wanted to understand deeper." "Then go home, the truth is at the city." In a busy marketplace, exteriored by |
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vendors of pirated dvd's |
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We then realized that the Pastor ran a |
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School business, owned a hospital, a television channel that showcased his bonding with the public officials and |
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praise and worship to his sun's shine.! How pitty! the people who were lost in their minds, brainwashed by his own |
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creation. His fabricated story did not just dwelled in Mindanao, his "greatness" already reached From America to China. |
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How pitty is the world listening to the third Anti-christ. He will deceive many and he will use his power to wage |
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war against the "pure-hearted". In fact, Tigtagbu was a victim of deception, The pastor now Cain responsible for |
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the blood of Abel. When was the first time Lamone felt Love? Was time enough to tell? When the Quentin Quijano |
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inside of him was provoked, he became the wekest of men, however, when he came back to his true identity-Lamone Q, |
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he is the sure footed blogger who condenses stories and events that |
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>>>The wide space of lake and sky opened him to oblivion, to a self denial he hated to admit. Although the flowers |
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of Tondano, or the smell of horse manure in the small streets reminded him of Cagayan, the guilt of killing his |
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brother had frequented him close to the small harbor by the lake to examine what was inside his reflection. There was |
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no spirit in that reflection, no conscience-full of emptiness. He would walk about the distant mound to watch the |
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view of the village and sensed a self-pity of what became of his aspirations. "There is a God." He started to |
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believe. Three months passed to mellow the "goings-on" in the Philippines but he heard none of the Cadres to signal |
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him back to mission-no assignment to fulfill. There were trees that grew dense near the harbor and he loved to kick |
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those dried-fallen leaves, pushing it to where the water kiss the mud. He kept on guessing the language people spoke about, |
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Malaysian? Indonesian? More so, both, and he kept on asking Janus using English what part of the Globe was Tondano. |
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Janus refused to tell him without being treated with the Corned beef made in the Philippines, a delight that constantly |
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zipped his mouth. |
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"Janus, do you mind if i ask you why you love that corned beef?" |
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"We not eaten about it." |
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"then for God sAKE take all of the canned goods to your family, maybe they will love it as well." |
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"They will eat of it...fire...heat the corned beef." |
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"But you must promise me janus a cold water." |
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The months passed without |
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All days challeged nothing Janus was a good |
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Indonesian who loved to exchange his canned goods with "Chaptikus". "AAAAH." |
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The strength of "Chaptikus" |
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mouth to the esophagus. Wasted! Everything was wasted! When love for country becomes an extreme desire, and putting |
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justice in one's hand |
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"Educated? How well are Filipinos educated? A century hence after the "patriot's" death, the |
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term "Education" revolved into a multi million business trade. For the moment, education liberated |
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him not, as a matter of fact, it deceived his thinking that it does what it can, but it has not-freed |
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the people from the corrupt system of governance. One proof? The leaders! " |
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"The essence of "people power" was tarnished by the wills of elite few who used money to feed their hunger for |
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power and monopoly in the seat of governance, that, the people in Visayas and Mindanao are merely expectators of their |
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dramatic-self declared history. If the nation is sincere, why is it that the grievances of people are not fully |
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compensated in a single movement of ideal direction?" |
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"That's because Filipinos imitate. His sense of initia |
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