Ever wonder how we came into being and how this knowledge will affect our daily living? I guess for some people, they just prefer to watch and ride on the trends the corporate media is feeding us. They tell us to pay, and then yeah, no problem, we pay. They tell us to not think, then yeah, no problem, we don’t think. We just let them do their stuff. They tell us to work our ass off and deal with the odds and ends of life as long as we’re alive, then yeah, no problem. Buhay pa naman kayo eh. They tell us to be slaves. No problem as long as we are happy and proud. Being servants to gather gold for them is something that the Ancient Aliens really wanted us to be that’s why they altered the DNA’s of our ape ancestors and “created human in their own image.”
Ever wonder how these genes for brown skin and black eyes and black hair and white skin, and black skin and curly hair and red lips and thick lips came together and turned into someone that we call Filipinos from Indios Bravos before the age of glutathione and plastic surgeries? Did you ever imagine how glorious our past was before the Western people started to ruin our culture which we naively enjoy today? Think about it.
History. Today, Filipinos as they call us don’t have any awareness of what we really are. Open your hands and see the lines on your palm. Are you destined to do well to this world or are you just someone who is a part of enormous machinery whose purpose is to pay and obey?
How were Filipinos made? Let’s recall. Shall we?
1521. Ferdinand Magellan was discovered by our Visayan ancestors floating on Visayan Seas. They called us uncivilized even though we already had long established our own Kingdoms and governments and trading systems hundreds of years before they came. He was killed by the great Rajah Lapulapu but some of his crews were able to return to their land.
1542. Another Western guy named Ruy Lopez de Villalobos landed on the Island of Mindanao. This white man gave the name Las Islas Felipinas to this beautiful land. He tried to colonize the island but he failed to control the magnificent Muslim sultanates there.
1564. Another white man named Miguel Lopez de Lagazpi landed on the Island of Bohol who made his way navigating way up north, was ordered by his King to conquer the land. This was the time when the great Tagalog Kingdom of Batangan unfolded before his eyes and the great culture of brown people were currently flourishing on the island of Lusong with our own Baybayin writing systems and Tagalog language. This man, aiming for glory, Christianized the Island and decided to take down the three great Muslim Kingdoms of Maynilad, Tundo and Namayan. But Rajah Sulayman did not accept it.
1571. The great battle of Bangkusay took place. The result? Westerners won and the captured Muslims were detained in a fortified prison that the colonizers built which they called Intra-Moros. Manila was colonized and the succeeding generations of Tagalog people’s minds were corrupted. Western influence spread all over what they called “Philippine Islands”.
And we embraced it.
We used to belong in a great young Kingdom of cultured Malay people but the Western powers took over to “teach” us how to live.
Where was the old us? Are the great bloods of Visayans and Tagalog ideologies still with us? I understand that we are living in an archipelago of thousands of islands and we were not united before but are we really Filipinos? What does Filipino really mean to us? Does being Filipino mean we are created to be a slave to a certain King? Rizal was right after all. We are not a “discovered” people. There will be no tyrants if there are no slaves. So why are we allowing them?
The religion that we are practicing. The language that we are enjoying today. The white skin. The brown eyes. The tall stature. The culture. Most of the things that we have now came from the West. But we also need to at least look back and see where we came from. They designed our minds to only obey because if we don’t do so, our souls will burn in hell, we are told. They proclaimed themselves as superiors and we sadly believed them. So here we are today. Still slaves of a fake democracy. We need to know at what point we did wrong. What’s wrong with us? Is there any error in the process of making us Filipinos? Are we manufactured? Are we just a mere product of a factory? Did we commit mistakes? Are we repeating the same mistake because committing the same error that we did yesterday is the choice that we make today?
These islands used to be a mystical place. Islands of dreams and adventures. Land of spices . Pearl of the Orient Seas. Ma-i, land of gold. Center of barter trade in the southeast. Every one of us is a great Malayan. We are not slaves. We have our own journeys but we rely on our rulers to literally rule our lives. We need to have this sense of well-being as it will allow us to know what we really are. Are we human beings? Or are we just part of a large oligarch machine?
We are not Filipinos. We need to get real.