By Virginia Jasmin Pasalo

 

AMONG the commissioners of the Pangasinan Historical and Cultural Commission (PHCC), Arabela “Bel” Arcinue, Santiago “Sonny” Villafania and myself share a most curious discussion: the Anunnaki. In the earliest Sumerian writings about the Anunnaki, which come from the Post-Akkadian period, the Anunnaki are gods born between the union of An and Ki, the god of the heavens and the goddess of earth, and their primary function was to rule over the fate of humanity.

On the 23rd of February, we planned to meet before the last week of March, to share our thoughts, view some digital art and to eat baklang crabs. In this meeting, we will be joined by Commissioners Weng Escano and Elvira Estravo, members of our FB chat group, AnoNaQue, a name we agreed on derived from Anunnaki, in consideration of the sensibilities of those among us who tolerate, but not necessarily accept, our historical predilection. AnoNaQue is also a word we pose as a question, “What now, PHCC?”, an existential inquiry into our identity as an institution.

On the 26th of February, most of us prayed for the father of Sonny, and later offered our condolences, thinking he died. It was Susan Claire Agbayani who sent me a message that it was Sonny himself who succumbed to his death. Immediately, I sent a message to his daughter Wenna Louise, who confirmed he had a heart attack. At that moment, I was certain, an Anunnaki has returned to Nibiru.

I am sure he did not expect to leave so soon, at 53, still planning a digital art exhibit with other artists, because he sent me a message of his digital art rendition of ‘Consapevolezza – Oblasyon nen Masiken Kirmat Damang na Dagupan’ together with his model Sylvester Salcedo and Gino Tioseco. Bel also told me, both of them have already decided where we will eat the “baklang crabs with gata”.

This Saturday, I will visit the body where his soul used to inhabit. I will be with Bel. So much spirit compressed in a lifetime. We both know we share a curiosity for Nibiru. He is probably there and must know for sure our hazy recollection of this common past. In this distant planet which we imagine to be existent, our bond is intact, maybe even stronger now that he’s there.

On the night I learned of his death, I sought solace in in the embrace of the moon. I surrendered the sorrow to the will of the stars. In silence, in the darkness where every jewel in the sky dance to the music of the universe, I let him go, a dear friend and a brother.

See you soon, Anunnaki.

 

Blue Moon

What is there to say when words overlap
and the voice is overtaken
by the rawness of sorrow?
You are beautiful…
even when you’re blue.
Speak to me of sadness,
the beauty of it.
Wrap me in your blue.

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