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By August 21, 2016G Spot, Opinion

Signs from the universe

PASALO

By Virginia Jasmin Pasalo

 

MORE than a year ago, I was supposed to have a very important meeting, so i wanted to make sure that everything was okay. First, i charged all three mobile phones and opened all communication lines. Second, i excused myself from the meeting before it. Third, i had coffee brewed.

 

Before the meeting, my most reliable mobile phone stopped working, so i had to bring it to Smart Communications, Inc. whose advice was to have it reformatted and i was given a list of service centers nearby and wait for a week! So, I consoled myself, i have two other phones. As soon as I got back from the office, i recharged my alternate phone, and when it was fully charged, i dislodged the cable from the socket, and the phone slipped my hands, and before I could catch it, it was down on the floor, in broken pieces. I told myself, there is one more phone, the oldest model, which survived being dropped for the nth time.

 

However, before another phone disaster happened, I received a call, requesting for a reset of the meeting because traffic at EDSA was on a standstill, and I know this traffic very well, my office used to be in Makati, and I had to wait till 9:00 p.m. to avoid it. I suggested to meet halfway, at Ortigas, but I was told not to risk it, EDSA has become a parking lot on both sides.

 

Signs. When something should not happen, i was always given signs, and I always took the signs seriously, like Sr. Mary John took a blue bird seriously, and bought a property where the bird stopped.

 

I remembered, the last time I was guided by signs was when I re-booked a flight. Had I taken that flight, I would be among trees, decomposing, in the music of the forest. Even if I would end in the company of fireflies, i would not want to swoop in so abruptly, it would be sacrilegious to the forest, and in defiance of Uncle Opie’s instructions, “to land my plane smoothly especially among a forest of fireflies”.

 

I will know soon, what this postponement saved me from, or I may never know at all. Life is a mystery, and it is beautiful that way, unfolding as it should. The meeting was not ordained to happen, the stars stopped it. I accept. Life has taught me over and over again that nothing really prepares you for anything. Plans work for some, but my life has been, and still is, a story of unplanned encounters and surprises.

 

Yesterday, I visited my mother in Fairview, on the prompting of my sister, Marivic, who told me that she was requesting to see me and my other sister, Emma. I had planned to do other things, but there was this feeling of just wanting to go. Guided by my instincts, I reset the appointments for the evening. I stayed in my sister’s house for almost an hour and left just in time to make it to my other appointment. I passed for brewed coffee and buko juice along the way and walked to my office. I indulged myself in these small pleasures, they make me feel that the world has its joys, and not all about the Marcos burial, or Duterte publicly shaming women, or Hillary Clinton defending a rapist. The coffee and the buko juice are just heaven.

 

As I was preparing to leave for my appointment, I bumped my head over the open cupboard and got myself really hurt. There was no ice so i used ordinary water to relieve the pain, and it worked for awhile but did not reduce the protrusion over my right eye, the size of a small potato. I told myself, another reset, not meant to attend the meeting. I found myself sleeping.

 

This morning, I was told the meeting was unceremoniously adjourned. They fought over something that did not have anything to do with the discussion, but over a cesspool of words from the sewer of a President’s mouth. I thanked God for my deliverance.

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