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.

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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?

Partner in Crime

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It is bare. Yes. I am living alone in this apartment for almost five years now, but it is still bare.

I was invited by Urban Compass to participate in a new project of theirs called Starter Stories, wherein a few select bloggers were asked about their first place.

Urban Compass is a real estate platform that connects folks searching for apartments with the neighborhood that matches their personality and taste for finding NYC apartments.

I started living alone in May 2011, around 7 months after I got my first regular job. Most of the stuff here were given by my father: an old tv, table, chairs, LPG tank, coffee maker.

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Some stuff on the kitchen counter. Rice coffee from Ilocos. Durian Coffee Jam from Davao. Corn Coffe from Cotabato. Chocolate-coated sunflower seeds from Dagupan.

 

I never bought and wouldn’t be buying any furniture because, first of all I was the thrifty kind of housekeeper.  When you were self-supporting, you tend to track down and think twice to where you would spend your next pay check.

And besides, I was the only one living here. All that I needed were a bed (actually just a mattress), a table as work space, and a chair.

Secondly, I always thought of this place as something temporary, so I wasn’t dressing it up that much. I dream of course of giving myself my own permanent home someday. Yeah, someday.

But I also never thought that something temporary would produce permanent and lasting memories.


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MEMORY IS A KNIFE, OR RATHER A KATANA

Warning: Fan-girl mode on! Spoiler Alert! Spoiler Alert! Read at your own risk!

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The first few days of this week were just so full of resurfacing unwanted facts from the past.  Something about this research I’m currently doing for a written job was triggering the memories hidden in the darkest places of my subconscious.  And these memories were also pushing these wisdom teeth out of my gums.  And it causes an awful lot of pain.  So is there a correlation between these repressed memories and my wisdom teeth? Is this the reason why wisdom teeth come out during the time of everybody’s life when they are suffering from this so-called quarter-life crisis?

But this blog entry is not telling anybody about depression at the moment, because before it even ruined the whole week, something about this Friday just acted as an anti-depressant and melted it all away, or rather I would say slashed it all away.

Just recently, I posted a line in Facebook from the movie Hannibal Rising, “Memory is a knife.  It can hurt you.”  But this Friday, the knife became a sword, a katana that terminated the hurt away.  Thanks to SM Cinemas, Rurouni Kenshin Live Action movie was shown in the Philippines.

A smile, no actually a good grin, registered in my face at the first few seconds when a text narration of the Tokugawa Era appeared on screen.  And up to the very last second of the closing credits, the smile or rather the grin did not vanish but became even larger.

When the trailer for this came out around mid-year of 2012, I kinda did not like Takeru Sato, the actor playing Kenshin, he was so thin and actually I did not find him cute, unlike the anime Kenshin who sends the screams out of every fan girl’s lungs.  But when Takeru Sato started doing his samurai stunts and then his wanderer moves, he earned my respect for this film.

Emi Takei, the actress who played Kaoru looks like Kathryn Bernardo and sure is pretty in kimono.  Yu Aoi, the one who played Megumi looks like a Japanese horror character to me, but she sure was good.  Teruyuki Kagawa as Kanryuu Takeda did a very good job.  Munetaka Aoki as Sanosuke looks more of a Filipino than a Japanese to me.  Well, I just knew that they will have a strict audition for the chest.  The one who played Yahiko, Taketo Tanaka is so adorable.  But the character who caught my attention was Saito.  Yosuke Eguchi sure was a hotter policeman than the 2D Saito.

I also want to give a round of applause to the screen writers.  They did a great job of compressing a whole season into two hours.  And Aoshi’s absence was well accounted for.

I just missed the old soundtrack from the anime.  I actually expected the acoustic version of Kimi wa Dare o Mamotte Iru to play when Kenshin came to rescue Kaoru and the dojo from the bandits.  This is the magical audio cue that Kenshin is now in the house and ready to deliver his poetic speech about love, life, and swordsmanship.  I also wanted to hear Run to You, Sanosuke’s theme, especially in his fight scenes where he really tried to insert humor in every blow.  And maybe, a good revival of the song Sobakasu by a new band or artist would just be festive.

The stunts were also superb.  The battousai moves surely were transferred well from the boob tube to the silver screen.  I just died when Kenshin made his fatal stance, the preparation for the final blow.  And I would just love to see a LIVE Shishio fighting Takeru Sato in the next movie.  Oh please, the production team and the actors deserves to be given the privilege to shoot a follow-up on this.  And I believe that it is Aoshi’s right to be finally included in the next movie.

The viewing experience would be 100% satisfactory only without that girl behind us.  She seemed to be so rattled every time she sees brutal and violent slashes made by the samurais because the MTRCB rating at the start of the film says PG (Parental Guidance) and not R (Restricted).  A real RK fan is accustomed to brutality and violence.  And if there would be any moment of surprise, it could have happened years ago when the fan had seen the OVA and the animated movie which show more fatal attacks than the series.

But overall, this experience was just blissfully awesome.  The adrenaline rush it created was still here until this moment I’m writing this.  And I believe they won’t go away for a few days.  The feeling was just exactly as how the movie Citizen X defines passion, that it is when your heart is pounding and when your collar is tightening.

Anything anime-related really never fails to paint a genuine smile and erase a sad one on my face.

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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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