HALIMUON THERAPY AND THE BURST OF EMOTIONS

Ishilta, my therapist that afternoon, said that I was a virgin. Yes, that was the first time ever that I tried and experienced a form of spiritual healing. And it happened in a place called Bahay Ginhawa.

When literally translated to English, bahay means “house” and ginhawa means “relief.” But I think, the word “release” would be more fitting to describe my initial divine encounter. Bahay Ginhawa is actually a home for a number of holistic sessions, whether Eastern or Western, that are crafted towards the physical, mental, emotional and spiritual well-being of its clients.

Ms. Ime Morales, a friend and founder of the Freelance Writers’ Guild of the Philippines (FWGP), was the one who invited me to this wholistic home. Her first message to me about this was around the first week of February, but the two of us were only able to visit about a month later.

Given that time-frame and since it was my first time to undergo such a session, Ishilta said that maybe, there was a reason why He brought me here, moreover, why He structured the turn of events for me to try Halimuon or the aroma therapy healing.

A Warm Welcome

Located at 100-A, K6th St., East Kamias, Quezon City, Bahay Ginhawa felt so homey the moment I entered the door. The house welcomed me with colorful mats lining the living room. Here, Ishilta oriented me and Ms. Ime about Halimuon.

 

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The name actually came from the Tagalog word for scent or aroma. Halimuon is a therapy involving the use of 12 essential oils, which Ishilta ships from the United States to be able to give Filipino clients one of the best aroma therapy sessions in town. These specialized oils, were created by Young Living, the world leader for natural wellness oils.

But Ishilta said that using the 12 essential oils could be an overdose, especially for virgins like me. So for that afternoon, he would be using only six.

And together with some gentle touches, with the permission of the client, Halimuon could turn out to be an emotional therapy meant to release “toxins” that were stored deep down.

The Six Scents

I lay down on a bed and Ishilta gave me a sleeping eye mask for better relaxation. The moment I withdrew my vision and rested my head on the pillow, my brain automatically signaled red alert to my other senses as if setting an elusive defense mechanism. As I was waiting for Ishilta’s next move, things started panicking inside my brain: how I almost got lost getting there, how my meeting afterwards would be, how the therapy would unfold, what will Ishilta do to me, how would my body react, how would I react.

 

Ishilta applying the oil of Valor. Photo by Ime Morales.

Ishilta applying the oil of Valor. Photo by Ime Morales.

 

Ishilta started the session with the oil of Valor, asking me if he could rub them on the soles of my feet. I gave him my permission and then the room was suddenly filled with a mixed aroma of spruce, rosewood and frankincense, from which the oil was made. According to Young Living, the oil was crafted to promote strength, courage and protection, and so to pass that to me, Ishilta held my feet for a while. But this did not stop my thoughts from running to and fro.

The next oil in line was called Harmony, made from ingredients like lavender and ylang-ylang. Ishilta then proceeded to putting oils on certain points of my body, with my full permission, like my wrists, my neck, my forehead. Ishilta later on revealed that these were the chakra or energy centers on my body and the oil was set to harmonize the flow inside my system. Still, my thoughts were stubborn enough to align themselves.

The next oil was called Release, made from ingredients like grapefruit, spearmint and rose. When coupled with the oil of Forgiveness from sesame and chamomile, these scents were said to unlock emotional and personal walls, releasing repressed and hurtful memories. And if the oils were busy doing their job, my brain was so pre-occupied to even notice anything about the fragrances.

 

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At some point, Ishilta also asked for my help in putting some oil on my stomach and on my chest.

Another oil was something called Present Time, which reminded my brain to be “in the moment.” I somehow felt that time, my thoughts finally noticed the scents and started to relax.

Lastly, there was the oil of the Inner Child. The blended fragrance of orange, lemongrass and spruce was aiming to reconnect me to my inner self, which could have gone through some tough time during my childhood. According to Young Living, when people got “misused” at a very young age, they tend to detach from their “natural identity, or inner child.”

Activating the Halimuon

After all the oils had been applied, I felt Ishilta position himself near my head. And the moment his palms touched my hair, the remaining perkiness of my thoughts suddenly disappeared and my mind and body just seemed to “align” themselves towards Ishilta.

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Applying oil on my stomach. Photo by Ime Morales.

 

He went on by asking me some questions and I answered accordingly. But for some weird reason, there were no images forming on my head. The thoughts that were disturbing me earlier were never awakened. It was like staring and floating into a vast sea of nothingness, welcoming Ishilta’s whispers inside my already opened personal wall and just letting those expressions explore the hidden corners of myself.

I was drifting into deeper states of relexation when he started whispering words like self-worth and forgiveness. And then all of a sudden, a tear just fell from my eye. I was not sure what specific emotion I was feeling at the time. All I knew was that the words, somehow, had finally hit their targets.

Ishilta continued the flow of words and soon I was catching my breath. There even came a point when I could no longer produce an answer to him for I was overpowered by some faint whistling from my chest, a sign of a mild asthma attack.

Finally, Ishilta stopped talking. But lifting his hand from my head was like removing the plug from the drain. He said that the session was over. I sat down and the moment I took off the eye mask, all the emotions that reacted to his words earlier just burst out. I had been emotional for the past months now, but I would say that this cry was the most liberating of all.

The Aftermath

Ishilta gave me time to gather myself up. And for the first time in months, I felt so light. It seemed like a huge weight, which I had been carrying for the longest time now, had just disappeared.

Ishilta said that normally, clients would only get emotional when the session was over. But I was already reacting midway through the therapy. Maybe there were just so much to be released. I now wonder what would be the effect of 12 oils.

He also said that the topics he was asking the clients during the session differ from one to another. He said that maybe everything depended on what He wanted this particular person to know.

And in my case, maybe, He just wanted me to finally let go and be free.

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On March 19, Bahay Ginhawa will be having a special event entitled, “Indigenous Healing Practices of Women,” with guests from Mountain Province and Mindanao. On March 20, guests Donna Vergara and Karen Gamutan would be sharing some enlightening talk. For more details, you may contact them through:

09199848089

09152510558

bahayginhawa@gmail.com

Or through their Facebook page linked above.

Pursuing Polaris in Pagudpud

The year has been 2008.  We have wandered in search of our theses topics.

The year is 2015. But we are still wandering, and are lost on what to do with our lives.

A throwback post will be arriving soon as the Viewfinder shares her experiences of being lost, literally and figuratively, during the time when she is not into blogging yet.

 

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Circa 2008. Forgive the reaction on my face.

Will we ever find our true North Star? Our true Polaris? Our true passion and that thing that we really wanted to do with this thing called life?

The Wall

At Fuerza de Sta. Isabel, Taytay, Palawan.

 “What do you think you are doing?!”

 There’s the female voice inside my head again.

“Hey! Answer me!”

I cannot remember a thing. All I know is that my eyes are widened, as if shocked and staring blankly onto the blue sky above. Tears are flowing non-stop, making my sight more and more defocused.


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2014: Surviving the Depths of Hell

2014 started calmly. The first few days of the year was still preoccupied by the serenity of our Palawan trip during the Christmas holidays.

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From the entry, “Palawan’s Gods and Goddesses.”

Thank you for being my nature-tripping buddy, Nessa. And thanks din kay Xe na wala akong picture ngayong taon. 🙂

 

January and February reintroduced me to blogging. I realized that online writing was more than just letting things out. The door was reopened. Yes, reopened, because I used to take it for granted when it first commenced in front of me. So these were the days of catching up.

And then there was Mt. Damas.

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Buwis-buhay! Photo by Karina de Capia. From the entry, “Jewels in the Damas.”

It was my first climb of the year. But I never thought that it would also be my only climb for the year. And I was disappointed with myself for that.

The first quarter of the year was also filled with work-related meet-ups for maybe one of the biggest projects I ever involved myself with. But big also meant great power. And as Uncle Ben told Spiderman, “Great power comes great responsibility.”

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Maybe the project was too big for me. Or maybe the project was too big for just one person. Or maybe I just wasn’t good enough. Or maybe this was just not for me in the first place.

These statements started filling up my mind as I started the “Im Purity” blog series in my baggage counter.

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From the entry, “Im Purity’s Escape.”


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Can you spot the difference?

Smile.

So easy to draw, just have two dots and a curve line.

So easy to type, just press the colon button and the parenthesis.

So easy to wear, just arc the lips upward.

But seems to be difficult to spot which the genuine one is.

The one that bears true happiness.

Most are just cover-ups.

Custom-made ones to hide what was really there.

So no one would bother to ask,

And no one would inquire

if everything really is all right.

YEAR-END SALE AT THE UNCLAIMED BAGGAGE CENTER

Welcome to my Unclaimed Baggage Center, where you can see a catalog of baggage left permanently on my baggage counter.  And just like in any unclaimed baggage center, items here are for sale… if I hadn’t bought them yet 🙂

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BAGGAGE NAME  Nandito Ako
BAGGAGE DESCRIPTION  Mini-serye
BAGGAGE TAG  02202012
STATUS  sold to me
 
 
 

with David Archuleta

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February 2012 was filled with screaming fans worldwide with the launch of  David Archuleta’s mini-serye, Nandito Ako.  I handled the promo campaigns used for the show.  Here is the AVP I produced for the show’s press conference:

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The show became a trending topic worldwide every single night of airing, for the whole five weeks of conquering primetime television.

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Nandito ako worldwide trending

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BAGGAGE NAME Pinoy Explorer Rebrand
BAGGAGE DESCRIPTION Adventure/ Travel Show
BAGGAGE TAG 04222012
STATUS sold to me

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On the summer of 2012, I did the launching promo campaigns for the rebranding of Pinoy Explorer, showcasing a more adventurous Aga Muhlach.  Here is the re-brand launch campaign:

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The launch was a 2-part special in the wonderful islands of Batanes.

 

BAGGAGE NAME Resignation
BAGGAGE DESCRIPTION Straight to the point
BAGGAGE TAG 04242011
STATUS sold to me

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With two launches at the first quarter of the year, one may think that I’m doing good at work.  But it was not that simple.  Work is not only the act of doing what you need to do at the work place.  A lot of factors and outside consequences contribute to my decision to finally hear what my heart has been telling me for the longest time already.

I believe one of the highlights of my 2012 was my resignation at my job then as a Promo Producer.  Quitting a job is not easy.  It’s like saying goodbye, for good, not just to the work load but also to friends and colleagues.  Drafting a resignation letter is a piece of cake, but gathering all the guts to submit it and finally tell the boss is a whole new baking process.  Luckily, after months and months of brain-wrecking decision-making sessions, on April 24, I was able to bid everyone goodbye.

Here is a late christmas gift I received from a friend named Nessa Gabrillo. The lanyard was on a buy-one-take-one promo on The T-shirt Factory and so she has the same lanyard and said she will wear it to work.

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Fed Up lanyard

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BAGGAGE NAME Hong Kong
BAGGAGE DESCRIPTION Travel
BAGGAGE TAG 05262012
STATUS sold to me

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Being my first out-of-the-country trip, this one is really memorable.  And simply because I was with the most awesome people in the universe.

Our adventures and misadventures in Hong Kong and Macau is detailed in Oh Yeah! This is First World!

 

BAGGAGE NAME Freedom
BAGGAGE DESCRIPTION Greatest Separation Pay Ever
BAGGAGE TAG 062012
STATUS sold to me

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“Newly unemployed, I found this kind of life refreshing. No more commuting to work…. And best of all, I could read any book I wanted, anytime I wanted. I had no idea how long this relaxed lifestyle would continue….  It would have to end sometime, but until it did I was determined to enjoy it.” – Toru Okada in The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle

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Mt. Samat in Bataan

Being out of a daily work, I came to appreciate the small things in my life: the silence in the province, the good air in the province, the trees that are older than me, the wonderful chirping of the birds, the magnificent cloud formations… things I was taking for granted because of hectic schedules at work.  And I’m happy enjoying these things this way. (An entry about rural life in Bataan is soon to be published here so stay tuned.)

If Toru Okada is excited to be reading anytime he wanted, I was excited to write… to finally write a script that I wanted to do several months before but just can’t find the time to do it.  And I’m thankful I was able to write my short film script.  I intended it to be a short film but the consequences are telling me that maybe the concept is one for a full-length film.  I’ll see about that 🙂

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BAGGAGE NAME Baggage Counter
BAGGAGE DESCRIPTION My very own blog
BAGGAGE TAG 08312012
STATUS you definitely cannot buy this

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And speaking of writing, I started blogging on August.  And so here’s my baggage counter.  Our Mt. Batulao trip was the lucky one to be deposited here first.  You can view it here: Ang Labing-Tatlong Rurok ng Bundok Batulao.

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BAGGAGE NAME Quarter-life crisis
BAGGAGE DESCRIPTION Depression-inducing part of everybody’s life
BAGGAGE TAG 092012
STATUS For sale

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I believe I experienced my first wave of quarter-life crisis after my college graduation: the pressure to find a job in the soonest possible time, a job that should be related to my field of study.  This was accompanied by one of the greatest dilemmas in the world: which path to take.  Then, I decided the path to TV5.

During the time I resigned, quarter-life crisis came haunting me again.  And Diana Ross’ “do you know where you’re going to?” song became the official soundtrack of my life then.  I believe this is the downside of the freedom I got.  I was given all the time to think.  Even the things that I need not to be thinking of eventually entered my mind and I cannot stop them.

Eventually, I happened to see the good side of quarter-life crisis, it let’s you discover who you really are.

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BAGGAGE NAME Self
BAGGAGE DESCRIPTION fragile
BAGGAGE TAG 2012
STATUS sold to me

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“I had simply been too busy to think about myself.” – Toru Okada in Haruki Murakami’s The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle

Maybe the good side of this too much thinking is that I was able to seek the deepest portions of my conscious mind.  Even my subconscious gave me hints on who I really am.  In one of the rakets that I managed to get, I did research on some psychological stuff that ended up triggering my suppressed memories out.

I had reasons for suppressing them, reasons that eventually turned to questions that I address to God.  But may I say that these were not the kind of questions that doubt His greatness but rather questions that later on turned to requests to make me understand why these particular things happened to me.

And during this second wave of quarter-life crisis was the time when God granted my requests.

Caloy’s story would gave you a hint on what I’m talking about here. View it at: Caloy, the Infamous Master of an Infamous Art.

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BAGGAGE NAME Rakets
BAGGAGE DESCRIPTION Making a living
BAGGAGE TAG 092012
STATUS sold to me

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I would want to thank all the people who entrusted their projects to me.

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BAGGAGE NAME Android phone
BAGGAGE DESCRIPTION one of the latest gadgets today
BAGGAGE TAG 112012
STATUS sold to me

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Like I was always saying, I really have difficulty dealing with technology, technobobo ika nga.  But recently my Nokia 6680 phone, yes my NOKIA 6680 phone finally wanted to retire from its almost 8 years of service. So I finally need to buy a new one.

At first I was hesitant to buy techie phones because a phone that can text, call and alarm is all I need.

But I was happy to buy an android phone.  Because of it, I can write even when I’m on the bus on a trip to the province.

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BAGGAGE NAME Rurouni Kenshin
BAGGAGE DESCRIPTION fan-girling to the nth level
BAGGAGE TAG 12082012
STATUS sold to me

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Ruruoni Kenshin live action movie was really one of the greatest anime adaptation ever.  My deepest fan-girling thoughts were best described in Memory is a Knife, or rather a Katana.  And thanks to Kaoru Kamiya, Emi Takei and Kathryn Bernardo, my blog is gaining more and more views. So keep it up! 🙂

 

BAGGAGE NAME My 24th
BAGGAGE DESCRIPTION a heavenly celebration
BAGGAGE TAG 12142012
STATUS sold to me

On my 24th, I had a Parade, Fireworks and a Royal Banquet.  And it had been really really great!

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And that was my 2012: emotional, nostalgic, victorious, tragic, depressing, enlightening.  But overall I’m thankful for this year.  Realizations came up this 2012, realizations that may not have come if things went differently.  So on 2013, it’s time to deal with life with a completely different perspective, an entirely positive one.  And I would want to ask God to accompany me in doing so.

And if you have observed, I have that habit of keeping every baggage.  Only a few items were on sale and ready for disposal.  This is also one of the reasons why I put up this baggage counter.  So in 2013, I want to change that habit and start learning to let go of things.

How about you? How’s your 2012 and how do you plan to deal with 2013?  May everybody have a glorious new year.  And I want to thank all my readers.  May you continue to enjoy my baggage counter 🙂

CALOY, THE INFAMOUS MASTER OF AN INFAMOUS ART

The sun was up.  The sand was warm.  The water was excited to hit the shore.

A hammock was swaying in between two coconut trees.  It carried in it five children, laughing loudly as the cool breeze hit their faces.  Another four were standing near the tree, shouting to have their turn on the hammock.  And Caloy was one of them.

The screaming and begging of the kids were halted when Auntie Beth called for lunch.  The boy next to Caloy said, “Let’s race to the picnic table!”  And off the children went, but not Caloy. Once the hammock was vacated, he saw this as an opportunity to ride in the hammock, solo.  But as soon as he sat in it, the rope connecting it to the trees snapped and he fell to the ground.  Auntie Beth saw this.  But instead of helping him stand up, she said angrily, “Is that how an honor student acts?! You know that five had already been on it and you know that the rope is not strong enough.  But still you sat on it.  Didn’t you realize that? Look what happened to you!  You are an honor student, you should have known better!  And… didn’t I tell you to come and eat?”


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