I had such an awesome day. Today was the first of a three-day-long national convention for the Theosophical society in the Philippines. I’m in Quezon City right now specifically for two reasons. One of them is this.
You may be wondering why I call him “Dad.” Well, here’s the thing: Dad Vic is a Freemason and so is my very own father. That makes them brothers, which makes him my uncle in their brotherhood. It wouldn’t be nice to call him uncle, though, since tradition tells me I should address every other Freemason as “Dad.” Don’t ask me why. That’s just it.
Anyway, back to what happened during the day. I enjoyed it very much, but it’s a bit of a bummer that I came in a little late. You see, the retreat started at 9:00AM, but my flight was scheduled at 11:25 since there weren’t any more options for me. I purchased my ticket a bit late since my participation in this convention wasn’t really planned. My father practically asked me to attend on the 11th hour, ergo, no more early flights. Despite that, I was eager to attend the afternoon session. However, circumstances were not in my favor upon arrival.
My cousin Trisha, whose birthday happens to be on the 22nd of this month, picked me up at the airport. To my surprise, her friends, who happened to be in the van, told me that her party was actually today. I knew for certain that I was going to miss it since I had a prior commitment, so I told her about the conference. She was a little disappointed and I couldn’t leave her with the sad look on her face so I decided to join her for lunch instead. We left NAIA at a little before 1:00 and it took us nearly an hour to get to the restaurant we were supposed to eat at. We ate and chatted for about an hour and left at 3:00.My thoughts calmed down for a moment, thinking that I was finally going to make it to the headquarters. This is when the next dilemma came into the picture. To my dismay, her chauffeur didn’t know where the place was despite the address given. We went around New Manila thinking it was there. We made several stops to ask for directions only to find out we were either in the wrong direction or we’d missed the place. I made several phone calls to my dad and to Ate Cora, a member of the brother/sisterhood also from Bohol who arrived in the city several hours before me, to ask for directions. My dad’s responses were unacceptable to the chauffeur and Ate Cora wasn’t picking up anymore. It was okay, though, since I was aware that she was already immersed in the retreat. My last resort was to call the landline number of the HQ. I had them stay on the line until I got here. That finally did the job. It crippled my airtime, but at least I got here before dark.
After dinner, I headed back here and I’m in the HQ right now about to hit the hay. I have a nice room with a nice bed and an air conditioning unit. I’m actually the only person sleeping here other than the caretaker (who, by the way, also happens to be a member of the society). This is an old house and there are a lot of etheric residues. Yes, I mean ghosts. I’ve seen three so far. They’re nice. You can bet they’re of good people whose causal bodies are awaiting reincarnation in Devachan. I’m not afraid. Earlier, I found out that the water dispenser in the kitchen had run dry so I was compelled to go to the hall to fetch some. I saw two there after turning the light on, and the third one at the corridor I passed on my way back to the room. They’re completely harmless.Anyway, I think I’ve written enough. I shouldn’t consume my words. I have a full day ahead.
