Hikari: The Legacy of Illumination

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I cried this morning.

Not because I lost my dentures, but because I didn’t have the money to buy new ones.

Not because I didn’t have the money, but because I even considered pawning my professional F800 SLR Nikon camera.

Not because I could possibly forever lose a best friend of a camera, source of so much a sentimental journey, of pictures in glossy or matte …

Not because of the F800 but because of my memory of Hikari.

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She was my 7 year old English language student at the Sendai (Japan) YBU. (What YBU stands for escapes me now. It may be a French acronym for all I know.) The kind-hearted administrator was a Frrench Catholic priest, our dearly departed Father Jolicoeur (i.e., name means ‘jolly heart’, if I’m not mistaken). So much has escaped the memory through the mists of time.

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I can only remember Hikari as the rosy-cheeked little girl, my perfect student, whose eyes reflected a soul of purity and innocence. I miss her so badly, I cried.

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If your heart is tired of all this pain in the world, this article may not be for you. As I have mentioned in previous hubs, I am undergoing a spiritual transformation of sorts aka catharsis, and I feel a good cry with a matching guffaw every here and then is a good thing for me.

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Drop reading this page right now, like a hot potato, if you’re tired of all the pain in this silly world.

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The other day, as I rode a motorized pedicab, I exclaimed in amazement, “Superman!” when I saw a laborer push up a very-heavy looking load in order to lift his trolley. This is how it looks like in the market backstreets. The drones are made to carry beyond capacity, below minimum wage and for excessively long work hours.

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My “Superman!” exclamation was supposed to be a joke in admiration but somehow, it turned into an occasion of his own catharsis for my pedicab driver.

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First, I had told him I noted we were both toothless. Turned out a cruel opponent in a game of basketball elbowed his front teeth. The toothache made his head ache he couldn’t work. All he could do was let go of the tooth.

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Back to Superman. Mr. Pedicab, his name is Jun, told me of a friend, whose name is Lito. A guy from the province, Lito decided to sell his carabao and try his luck looking for a job in the big city. Jun said nothing came of Lito’s dream except that here in the big city, in Divisoria, Lito has been converted to a carabao expected to carry super human loads. So Lito has become the carabao and lost his carabao friend.

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Can you not cry at that? How cruel can the world be?

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I only lost my falsies. Lito lost his carabao best friend and is now forever lost in the big city, possibly without means to go back to his home town.

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I told Jun, at least he has his motorized pedicab to make a living from, as compared to my lack of livelihood and seemingly nowhere to go.

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He bemoaned the difficult plight they were in struggling to get passengers when it was vacation and school was out. Low income, several mouths to feed.

“You’re right. That’s very difficult. At least, I just have my own mouth to feed and if I do the math, the cash I have, if consumed at a budget of $2.50 might last me 50 days.” Etc., etc., etc. Freedom fund for until discovering the next means of livelihood.

But kidding aside and no kidding, we should never compare ourselves with each other. We need only look with kind eyes and compassion in our hearts, everywhere there are others less fortunate than ourselves.

It’s been said that 80% of the world’s population is below poverty line, with less than 3 square meals per day. I’m just being practical, I know I can manage on less than 3 and just binge whenever I have saved enough from walking instead of paying for a pedicab ride. No kidding in this heat of the summer sun, especially because I’ve lost my knack for waking up early … But, this I assure you, there are things to delight in along your walk, everywhere you go. Like a child at play, there are hidden treasures everywhere. Paradise, the Abundant Kingdom, reveals its three-dimensional coordinates when we move with the gift of the moment, instead of looking for things that we don’t have. J

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If you still think I’m talking in riddles, when I say treasures and delights, … An example is people are everywhere you go. If you are open to the moment, they reveal their secrets, which is the answer you seek, e.g. as regards to mending your broken heart. Someone’s loved one also brutality turned against them due to making god of money, making god of fame, etc.

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There you can rest your weary heart and let your spirit soar because you realize the gift they gave you is the same to them. Giving is reciprocal.

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Because we are mirrors to each other.

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Riddle: What made me think, I can trust the old lady with my secret? If you have love in your heart, you will see your grandmother in the person of the old lady. Sigh.

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I’m not done with the lost carabao yet, whoever owns it now.

I told the pedicab driver Jun I need to get rich so I can buy back Best Friend Carabao. To lengthen the short story, I shared with Jun the story of my Best Friend Car, Tanya, who I needed to let go because I went through a crisis preventing me from having the financial capacity to keep up with her upkeep/maintenance needs.

My crazy heart. It’s not just bent. It’s broken.

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Someone you do not know is in your midst.

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This love and compassion thingy is gaining an inexplicable momentum all over the world. When an “accidental” fire gutted hectares and hectare of the mountain, Mount Apo, several countries came to the rescue to augment the measly firefighting capability of the Philippine forces.

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My bitch of a heart told me, where will all those innocent animals go? Burn and die? Die and burn?

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Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. Tsk.

Pain.

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Following day, newspaper headlines help from around the world. Thank you global family!

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Sometimes it just gets too painful to read bad news. Earthquake victims in Japan, in Ecuador(?).

I keep looking for the good. Choose Horoscope, Leo:

“Ever since the thing you thought would make you happy didn’t do its job, you’ve wondered where all the “happy” is kept. Are they hiding it from you on purpose? Time to knock on some doors and ask a few questions.”

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Even horoscope, still ‘bad’ news?

Knock on Kitty’s fur. Okay.

Ask grandmother, any one’s grandmother idly, bored waiting on grandchild in a fastfood.

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Oh, okay. Good news, … Everywhere. Just keep looking.

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Someone you do not know is in your midst.

God is here. God is there. God is no-where. He is not the human attribute we assign to Him and quarrel religion versus religion against.

God is an idea. Your context is as good as mine if it rings true to both of us:

God is Love.

Love is the Light that shows you the answer you seek in your brother’s eyes.

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The meek shall inherit the earth.

The slum dwellers may have the highest percentage population with a high spiritual quotient.

If they are happy with the little that they have, they have found God.

They have found Love for each other.

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If we have Love for each other, come to each other’s aid, whoever is the least of our brethren, there we will see illumination.

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This is Hikari, the Legacy of Illumination.

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