I had a dream the other night. I was standing on a quay, and I saw the Pasig River in breath-taking BLUE. The water smelled sweet. From afar, I saw ships dredging the river of whatever water lilies were left floating on the surface. And I was told that rival political clans and corporations finally put their heads together to come to a resolution that received massive backing from the public. Then I find myself inside a low-rise hospital where the rooms are large and I am escorted by my late aunt whose name means the same as another recent dream character, Liza, which is a variant of Lily. She wishes to return a few toys from my childhood (the same incident occurs in my Indigo Python - Kabbalah dream), then shows me around the hospital. I see a woman named Katrina, having just given birth to her baby son. Next to her room is a private suite of her father. He is ailing, but he is well cared for. I discover that both Katrina and her grandfather are being given free medical support by the foundation running the hospital. In real life, I wonder how long it will take to achieve the restoration of the Pasig River. But by golly, do I want to see that dream come true with my own earthly eyes. And heres Conching Rosal, one of our finest operatic singers, interpreting Nicanor Abelardos Mutya ng Pasig, a Hispanized Filipino love-song (Kundiman) with her crystal clear soprano voice: https://youtube/watch?v=wF6-i-ROnXU Beats any female voice Ive heard on recorded Broadway hits.
Posted on: Tue, 25 Nov 2014 22:57:40 +0000
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