Religion, Faith and Homer Simpson :)

The Passion and Death of Jesus Christ. Nobody has ever done what He did, how can one not believe in Him? The beauty of His Passion is love itself, love, sacrifice and hope, hope that we can live a new life again, we can start over knowing that we are given the chance to REPENT and that we can be FORGIVEN.

The miracle and the beauty that is Jesus Christ have overshadowed all doubts in our hearts, has given light to every darkness and has removed and destroyed all evil.

He doesn't want us to argue, he doesn't want us to fight, he wants us to love, plain and simple. With love, when pure, nothing wrong comes out of it.

Isn't it funny how religions, including the Christian sectors, fight for power and domination, to the point of engaging in senseless arguments, fighting and stepping on other beliefs, trying to prove them wrong, making them feel ridiculous, when all the believers of Christ, the TRUE believers of Christ in their HEARTS, REMAIN QUIET. Because we choose not to offend, we choose not to cause any chaos, we choose to live in PEACE with others, even those different from us, from what we believe in, because this is what JESUS has truly taught us. We don't have to prove anything.

He never taught us to hate, he never taught us to discriminate, he never taught us to engage in WAR.

But instead, he wants us to be upholders of peace, to be agents of love, to be instruments of hope for others. We do not need to debate, we do not need to argue, we do not need to dive into and live by the rules of the scriptures, all we need is what's in our hearts, our faith, our spirit. Being blessed and nurtured by the core of what he taught us, that is LOVE, purity in SPIRIT, TRUE REPENTANCE and FORGIVENESS.

Throughout His life, Jesus showed that His love knows no boundaries. He dined with sinners, He did not follow any religious norm, He was a JEW, but He did not follow its religiosity, He has forgiven prostitutes, healed the sick and even healed the leppers who were considered outcasts. 

His life is the epitome of our FAITH.

I don't say I have the best religion, because I don't. I actually don't practice my religion RELIGIOUSLY. But I have the best FAITH, and I practice my faith FAITHFULLY. Religion and Faith are different all together, Religion is an institution but FAITH is INHERENT. 

I am not a Proud Catholic, but I am a PROUD BELIEVER OF JESUS CHRIST.

We cannot be taught on what to believe in. Faith is not imposed, it comes from within, an unexplainable source deep inside of you that nobody can take away, nobody can teach you. It just grows inside and is nurtured through the years.

We are so busy using our brains, our minds to analyze, theorize and explain the things we often question, but the thing is, with Jesus Christ, the heart is the most important. You may be the most intelligent person in the world, but without a clean heart and spirit, you are still nothing. 

Wisdom is not merely intelligence, but the compassion behind the intelligence. You need to use your heart with your mind so you can truly be wise.

I know they often say that one should always use his mind more than his heart to get the best out of everything. That emotions are unstable and volatile, it could destroy you if you are not careful.

I say not. The heart is so powerful because at the end of the day, what you truly feel, what you truly desire will be revealed no matter how much you stop it.

It is with the help of the mind that we distinguish the bad emotions from the good ones, I have always believed that if you follow your heart, it will never go wrong.

That's what Jesus taught us, though his teachings are simple in nature, but it is also very difficult to do.

In our present time, GREED, VANITY and DECEPTION are overpowering and it is hard to act purely without being deceived or fooled by others. No matter how deep our kindness, you cannot control the evil choices of others. We are lost in a world of mischief that it makes everything difficult for us, it makes it difficult to TRUST, to LOVE and to remove thoughts of retaliation when someone hurts us.

God has given us the greatest gift of all, FREE WILL. Sometimes our choices are not the right choices and we end up hurting others, and those people end up hurting others as a reprimand of what they felt, it's a vicious cycle.

What we don't realize is that Jesus has taught us how to stop all these, through repentance and forgiveness. It's simple but it has been very challenging for us.

Love, mercy and compassion are lost in translations. Each of us have a different defintion, each of us have a different point of view that it has been difficult to focus on the simplicity of it.

Who would expect that this moment of epiphany was caused by HOMER SIMPSON. He said in the episode The Greatest Story Ever D'ohed, 

"When you get down to it, aren't all religions the same? They tell you what to eat, when to pray, how this imperfect clay that we call Man can mold itself to resemble the divine. But we can never attain that ultimate grace while there is HATRED in our HEARTS for each other."

What he said was very profound and moving. The Simpson's has always been reverred as a classic adult cartoon, but what makes it different from the rest is its ability to combine jokes, while still showing positive messages. Homer is an example of what people really are like these days, but for me, no matter how much a jerk he has become, he always manages to show compassion in the end. Which makes me think that he's still a good person, he just makes bad choices, but there's still a chance for him to change.

Before we undergo detoxification of our bodies, maybe we should start with the detoxification of our minds, annihilation of our vanity and the purification of our spirit, so we can focus, focus on NOT THINKING. Instead, we focus on LOVE entirely. That's when you will truly live. TRUST ME. :)

This is me not bashing what you believe in, this is me not challenging your religion, this is me not trying to convert you, this is me not forcing you into believing me, this is me not discriminating you. But this is me speaking from my heart about what my FAITH has given me and how much believing in Jesus Christ has changed my life. And coming from a girl like me, with these kind of "Gift/curse" I know in my heart what I am talking about.

For many are so lost without the Light. 

Via, Veritas, Vita.

Bestriends and Brokenhearts

I'm a writer through and through. Give me a line and I'll make a story out of it.lol I write well with what I went through, a piece of me that's fused with a little fiction. I know a good story when I see one. So I started making this video lovestories, from the "LOVELETTER FOR NO ONE" of last year, to this story INSPIRED by true events. This was something that happened to me but I just made it romantic and made-up a few plots. I thought it could make a really good story.:)

Mahirap makahanap ng tunay na kaibigan.

Mahirap din makahanap ng tunay na pag-ibig.

Pero pano kung nainlove ka sa bestfriend mo?

Are you willing to lose the friendship for the sake of love?

Or are you willing to lose the love for the sake of friendship...?

This is a story about bestfriends, unrequited love and broken hearts. It has 9 parts (please bear with me) but i'm sure you'll fall inlove with it in the end. It's gonna be worth it :)

Happy viewing&reading!

Love.Love.Love!

If you want more videos tune in to my channel at youtube: Kendimac

Peace&love to all!

The White Witch of Rose Hall

Stories of old houses fascinate me. Legends and curses of places entombed by time and throughout history have become almost forgotten. Maybe it is just my refusal to move forward, or the past just speaks more to me in ways I could never understand, but all I know is when I see these places, a part of my heart feels alive, as if I’ve been there, as if I lived there. 

Weird as it gets, my life is an epitome of weirdness and paranormal interference. Call it a gift, call it a curse, call it both, but these “abilities” are a part of me that I can never ignore and through the years I have learned to live with it as it helps people in the process as well. 

I understand the dead more than I could understand the living. Their stillness, their essence, as they lie cold and lifeless is profounding and at the same time endearing to me. They haunt me but it’s a different kind of haunting. It’s a cry of help maybe, a calling that only I could hear. And when they do call, I have to answer because if I won’t, it will never stop until I will finally concede.

Here is a story of one of those old houses. The story of  The White witch of Rose Hall.

Located about 9 miles from Montego Bay, Jamaica, Rose Hall is the most famous home or building in Jamaica. This magnificent home was built in the 1770's. The legend surrounding this
historic residence is quite unusual.

Annie Palmer was not what you would call a sweet person, no, even though she owned a vast sugar plantation in Jamaica, she was for a fact the most sinister,
cruel and perhaps the most evil of her time.

In the 1700s, a woman's route to wealth and power was usually via marriage, and Annie Palmer was no exception. Born in France, Annie was a petite woman (barely 4 feet tall, it is said) who moved to the beautiful island of Jamaica to be the wife of a powerful man who owned Rose Hall and thousands of acres of sugar plantation. Little is known of her early days at Rose Hall. No one knew if she came to the island already imbued with a streak of cruelty, or if she cultivated it under the demands of her husband and her duties as the mistress of The Great House. It is said that she pined greatly for the bright lights of Paris, and found life on the island to be a hardship.

Whatever the cause, Annie was feared by the slaves who lived and worked in the plantation. She ruled with an iron fist, and defiance, even perceived insolence, was answered with public whippings, torture in the dungeon, or even death. Annie started her day by stepping into the small balcony of the house, issuing the orders of the day to the assembled slaves in the yard. Like a tyrant dictator, her orders often included punishments and executions.

Perhaps out of boredom, or sheer wantonness, Annie started taking slaves to her bed. When the Mistress of the House lavished her attentions on a slave, that man's days were numbered. When Annie becomes tired of her lover, she would murder him and have him buried in an unmarked grave. Little is known of her first husband, John Palmer, except that perhaps she murdered him in his bed as well. Maybe he caught her in the act, or maybe she just grew tired of him too.

These were rather lawless times, and the sudden death of the master of the estate didn’t rouse any questions or curiousness, it was never even investigated. 

Annie empowered the image of being a tough and merciless mistress, at least in part to keep her from appearing vulnerable. These were difficult times for a woman, particularly a rich widow in a country frequented by pirates and conquerors. Annie found another way to remain independent and in control... Voodoo.

Many of the slaves were practitioners of the art of sorcery and witchcraft, and in order to solicit favor and live longer, they taught Annie everything they knew about magic, particularly Voodoo. These included human sacrifice, particularly of infants, whose bones she used as a source of her power. 

Soon Annie was known far and wide as "The White Witch of Jamaica". Her reputation for ruthlessness and black magic served to keep her safe from those who would normally consider her a target. Even so, Annie found time and reason to marry two more husbands, which she eventually dispatched in a similar manner, acquiring their wealth thereafter. They may have been foreigners, unaware of Annie's dark reputation on the island.

Annie's Overseer was a slave known to be quite a powerful Voodoo practitioner, a fact he managed to conceal from Annie, at the risk to his own life. The Overseer had a daughter who was engaged to marry another handsome young slave on the plantation. Unfortunately, Annie's lustful eye fell upon the young man, and he was soon called upon to pleasure the mistress of the house. The Overseer knew what to expect, and began to make preparations to protect the young man
from Annie's "disposable lover" routine.

However, Annie did not follow her usual pattern, and she killed the young man that very night, instead of “enjoying” him for a week or so. Perhaps he objected to her advances and declared his love for his betrothed, and out of envy she murdered him. Whatever the reason, the young man was dead, the Overseer's daughter was grief-stricken, and the Overseer was filled with helpless rage.
Annie must die, at all costs.

A special grave was prepared in the woods, within sight of the Great House, using Voodoo ritual enveloped with a powerful curse. The Overseer then entered the house, confronting the White Witch, engaging in a magical and physical battle. He succeeded in killing her, sacrificing his own life in the process. Slaves who were privy to the Overseer's plan entombed the body of the White Witch in the specially prepared grave... a grave designed to keep her from rising and walking the plantation again.
But they failed to complete the ritual properly,
and the White Witch is said to roam the Great House to this day.

AN ADIEU TO MY 26TH AND THE CURSE OF MY 27TH

Someone once predicted that after the age of 27 and I am not married I will be single for the rest of my life. On the other hand, someone also said that I wouldn't live past the age of 27...

So therefore, I have one year to settle down, get married, explore the world, have kids, write my last will and plan for my retirement. In short, I'm doomed. lol. But oh well, there's always a twist to every curse, like it always does in movies and stories. Even if my life is most definitely not a movie, in real life there's always a PLAN B and FAITH always wins. :)

Here's to my 26th.. it has been one hell of a roller coaster ride. But to every failure there is a new beginning, to every pain there is compassion, to every heartbreak there is love, to every anger there is an understanding, to every tear shed there is forgiveness and to every defeat there is hope.

As I am about to flip the book of my life to the 27th page, I face it with a new beginning full of compassion, love, understanding, forgiveness and hope. Taking every single lesson 26th has taught me.

I don't need the lyrics of a song or poetry to help me feel, I don't need my parents to make things right, I don't need my friends to make me feel better, I don't need a man to complete me. All I need is the courage of conviction, an indestructible and unwavering faith plus the luxury of having family and friends who despite of my flaws and fickleness, loves me and accepts me just as I am.

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To all the people who mattered, who once mattered, who will matter and who will always matter I THANK YOU for your most unfathomable loyalty, love, compassion, and respect, which has given my life the color and the luster that has made my existence worthwhile.

Muchas Gracias, Merci beaucoup, Grazie mille, Domo arigatogozaimashita, Xiexie,
Maraming Salamat po.

Here's to the last moments of my 26th.

Fare thee well and good riddance, you have taught me adeptly. :)

Here's to family, friendships, love, has beens's, meant to be's, liars, haters, broken hearts, what-ifs, deception, self-doubt, prince charmings, happily ever afters, courage, faith, hope, trust and pixie dust. :)

...and the end of all curses. Past, present and future casted.

Here's to my auld lang syne and more. CHEERS!