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Atrayo's Oracle Eulogy Vlog for Anthony Bourdain R.I.P.

Hello All, Today I wanted to make a dedicated "Jewels of Truth" channeled angelic wisdom statement 2,654 as a eulogy for the late "Anthony Bourdain". To honor his memory in my own way as an admirer of his work from afar. I have channeled via clairvoyant automatic writing past celebrity eulogies as well for select individuals whom I've also admired. Such as Dr. Wayne Dyer a self-help spiritual motivational author, Robin Williams the world-famous comedian, and finally Michael Jackson the musician entertainer King of Pop. Before I get into this vlog and blog entry I wanted to mention I offer a complimentary Angelic Blessing Invocation service through my website. To pray and bless anyone, anywhere, and for any reason whatsoever via email. I'll perform a prayer ritual with my angels to send out such a blessing and will notify the person in return by email. I will also offer another of my services I don't usually advertise anymore which is an angelic automatic writing session of a Eulogy on behalf of a Love One. I'll do this for Free although I'll take any optional donations if offered for the inspired service. All I'll need is general information about your loved one such as their accomplishments, their name, married with children or not, how they passed onward, etc... Besides anything else, you believe that is pertinent as an introduction about your loved one for the automatic writing session regarding your loved one. (*Note: This is not, however, a psychic reading but a eulogy in writing.) May you enjoy this dedication for Mr. Anthony Bourdain.

Memorial:

2654) To all that have anguished after hearing of the loss of "Anthony Bourdain" to an unthinkable tragic event of suicide. How he ended his life be he sober or intoxicated at the time of his isolated passing. His life has the arch of rebellion sprayed all throughout against the establishment of the culinary world. Up until the hour of his hopefully unmeditated senseless actions to us in the conventional world to date. The last insult towards the pain of this world that has hurt him so much. This was an unfortunate conclusion decided upon in a drunken stupor we suspect?

Anthony leaves behind a professional legacy many have adored and envied for years on end. From the culinary circuit to breaking bread literally with the salt of the earth across the globe. All throughout his televised travels to known popular locales and to other places off the well-beaten path. The general audience became well enamored with "Anthony Bourdain" during this period. With his sarcastic attitude towards life bemoaning the serious and the foolish in one jovial sweep. 

How he educated his followers by television of the cultures, politics that mattered beyond partisan posturing, the human condition, and especially the food that brought it all together. In an elegant fashion across the globe into our televised homes on a seasonal basis. 

The most important legacy, however, Anthony leaves behind is his beloved cherished daughter. Who has drawn him back home be it in spirit no matter where he stood upon terra firma on this Earth during his travels. His countless friendships cultivated over so many decades is another treasure many can miss off-hand. But, to Anthony, these kindred souls make life both interesting and at other times that much tolerable in the world we are shaping and inheriting together simultaneously. 

If Anthony where here overlooking such an outpouring of affection for him. He would lament at such a poor decision in so many colorful passionate euphemisms about his passing. Anthony Bourdain's heartache overwhelmed his sensibilities which we collectively regret his decision no matter the disposition of his line of thinking and feeling at the time. We Love You Forever Anthony for making our lives richer with your roguish bravado. That always left us 2nd guessing our place in your esteemed company. No matter we wouldn't have it any other way because we adored your mischievous style and celebrated your rebellious spirit. God Speed to you "Anthony Bourdain" we love you, you bum. 

Ivan "Atrayo" Pozo-Illas, has devoted 23 years of his life to the pursuit of clairvoyant automatic writing channeling the Angelic host. Ivan, is the author to the spiritual wisdom series of "Jewels of Truth" consisting of 3 volumes published to date. He also channels conceptual designs that are multi-faceted for the next society to come that are solutions based as a form of dharmic service. Numerous examples of his work is available at "Atrayo's Oracle" blog site of 12 years plus online. Your welcome to visit his website "Jewelsoftruth.us" for further information or to contact Atrayo directly.

Brb I'm just crying

A lover's eulogy

warning: angst | mcd

"Draco always said that there are people who love the sky, no matter what the weather and that one day, I would find someone who would love me in the same way.

He is Draco Malfoy. Obviously he was right. I found that love. I found him. Because he loved me with his heart and soul.

He loved me on the warm, happy days with his tender smiles and embraces. When the highs were too high. With his eyes, with his touches and the small gestures.

But, he loved me when I had constant meltdowns, on the nights of endless tears and through the nightmares and fears too. When the lows were too low. With his reassurances, with the way he held me a bit more closer to him.

He loved me when I was as still as a day.

He loved me when I was a hurricane.

He loved me with the way he would whisper my name in his softest tone as though it was born from his soul and nurtured by his voice.

He and I, we were black and white. So different, yet so similar. Now that he isn't here with me, it's as if I have lost my other half. I have no one to balance me out, no one to love.

Oh, there is so much I wish I could say to you, Draco. You taught me the names of the stars in the sky, taught me to play the piano, you taught me how to make snow angels at midnight because I had only ever made one in my life, to bake and to love.

But you never once taught me to be in a world without you in it, without you by my side, without your hand in mine, without you to come back home to.

Because wherever I would be or when I would run out of roads, you brought me back home to you.

I wish I had lingered for a one more with you that night, whispered a soft 'I love you' or held you close to me. If only for a moment.

I'm sure that if you were here, you would've said that I shouldn't be such a sap and that you have a reputation to uphold.

But I once found a a picture of us in your wallet. A Polaroid. The one we clicked on our first date and I remember the way I said:

"Oh, you're such a sap, Draco. I have a reputation to uphold."

It elicited that soft, fond laugh out of you.

I wish I could've heard that one more time too.

I wish I could've heard you whisper "wait for me to come home" through the phone.

So, in another life, I hope I find you once more and love you in the same ways that you loved me.

Wait for me to come home.

Back to you."

“ A TRIBUTE TO THIS CHILD THAT HAS CANCER”

(Note that the child is Filipino and this is a real story all-translated to English, but in our actual conversation We both used the language of mixed English-Tagalog)

An extraordinary day that was supposed to be spent as a normal day.

I woke up and smiled before sitting at the bed knowing it would be nothing but a normal day.

When I got to the kitchen to fetch myself some food and while I’m stirring my cup filled with coffee, It peaked my attention to read my messages at my phone.

At first, I don’t mind a lot of messages at my phone but one actually got my attention.

It was a message from my superior senior officer at the Philippine Red Cross and he notified me to report immediately at the quarters for we are to be briefed about today’s giveback to a Pediatric Cancer Orphanage at the nearby city.

At first I’m about to send back a message, politely declining my attendance for this week’s volunteer opportunity.

But then I decided to go for it. And so I took a bath and got dressed with the Red Cross Uniform. And so rushed to report.

And so I and my fellow peers at the organization was briefed and not sooner than an hour later, We went to the orphanage we will render our day for.

Stepping inside the room and seeing the children with cancers immediately broke my heart. There’s nothing but a bit of silence and Innocent eyes of children looking at us.

Every Volunteer was assigned to a child with the said ailment. And We were accompanied by the orphanage staff to our respective room with a child waiting for us.

Her name was Lucy, An 7 year old kid with brain cancer. of course seeing her condition was a like a mix of emotions I can’t hide for myself. At first I let her know my name in person.

To cut to the chase, We both chat about something for like an hour. She told me about her life knowing that at the age of 5 She has an extreme ailment that can’t be easily cured. Even worst, She told me about the time when her parents abandoned her because they’re unable to pay for her medical bills.

She even told me about her ambitions about being a Scientist and solving the greatest mysteries of Mankind, About one day, being a Doctor of Medical Research. She even told me about her obsession about stars and the universe, tennis and cooking. A great and total connection to my obsessions.

It totally brought heavy tears to my eyes and amidst all of these sad emotions I’m showing to Lucy, I was still smiling just to perhaps reduce the drama happening around the room.

Then I told her:

“Lucy you are young, I wish you had a great life ahead of you. I have an obsession in Physics and Astronomy. Every night, I examine the cosmos and I too am furiously searching for the unsolved mysteries above us (outer space).”

Lucy Responded:

“Kuya Gevex, How honored am I to meet such a person like you. I dreamt that one day I won’t be able to do the same things as you do. And I also accepted the reality that I won’t exists in the near future. But Kuya, (”Kuya” = “Brother” in English Term), Can you do those things for me?! Can you shed light to my questions but If you do find answers I might be afraid that I won’t be here to know those things anymore. Where is the nearest star system Kuya? Where are we in the universe? and can cancer be cured in the near future?”

I said:

“Don’t doubt yourself Lucy, you’re such a great kid, unfortunately yes! You may have an uncertain future but that doesn’t mean you’re living a shitty life. A great person named Dr. Stephen Hawkings once said to humanity that however bad life may be, there is always something that You are good at. Lucy, the nearest star system is about 4 light years away and Lucy, there’s no center in the Universe its gradually expanding and to answer your last question, We still don’t have the Ultimate Research for providing answers and conceiving medicines that will beat the sickness of cancer. Science is simply so young at the moment.”

But one day when society is a better place and all the sufferings in our lives are defeated, We will eventually answer nearly everything we want to know.

Here, borrow my phone, I will show you the Images of my Space photos taken by my telescope back home. Then she was amazed on all of it and she even asked me if she could still borrow my phone for a few minutes to hear music.

Then Afterwards*

We talked about the normal things of our lives. and It’s my time to finally leave the room. I politely asked the staff in charge for feeding her lunch to give us a few minutes to say something, more like an eulogy to one another.

Lucy told me that I have the potential of being great. With all the resources I have I may have the greates life possible to live at.

Then it’s my time to say my eulogy for her, and I remembered that I brought my diary with me and inside it was a eulogy from Renowned Biologists Professor Richard Dawkins to Humanity.

of course I’ve said my eulogy to her:

“We are going to die, and that makes us the lucky ones. Most people are never going to die because they are never going to be born. The potential people who could have been here in my place but who will in fact never see the light of day outnumber the sand grains of Arabia. Certainly those unborn ghosts include greater poets than Keats, scientists greater than Newton. We know this because the set of possible people allowed by our DNA so massively exceeds the set of actual people. In the teeth of these stupefying odds it is you and I, in our ordinariness, that are here.We privileged few, who won the lottery of birth against all odds, how dare we whine at our inevitable return to that prior state from which the vast majority have never stirred?”

Goodbye Lucy, I’ll visit you as often as I could, but you know I don’t make promises I can’t keep.

We both hugged each other for like seconds and then I left the room. then I finally said farewell to my fellow volunteers and said that I want to go home. Eventually they agreed to it and thanked me for my presence.

Going to home and typing this real story to my blog makes me feel so unthinkably lucky for knowing her. Imagine if I had actually Politely Declined to report to the Red Cross then I wouldn’t have that opportunity to meet a child that really wants to speak to someone like me, ever chancing a person the same as her.

I’m so hugely privileged for my life and for which I noted to myself, I INDEED WON THE LOTTERY OF BIRTH.

*Drank my Coffee, Posted it to Tumblr, Turned off the computer and went back to bed from a tiring but well spent day.*

“An Accolade To My Existence And To The Rest Of Humanity.”

Blog by: Gevex Gendric T. Dispo

Inspired from my previous blog:

“A Tribute to this child who (Died) has Cancer.”

With the Acknowledgment of Philosophical and Biology Lectures From:

Dr. Joseph Jovellanos Ph.D

Prof. Michael Zacarias

Dr. Richard Dawkins (Biologists)

Photo Credits go to their respective sources as the user deemed the necessity of the images as Supplementary Visual Aids Only. For Other Viewers who might find a hard time reciprocating/comprehending the story.

Is it just the mere existence of life, that bothers me? or the pursuit of having to find the meaning out of it? Such questions were evident as I frequently ask more and more questions out of it. 

All I knew so far is that I’m more Ignorant than I ever was. And if in my state, I am. Then how much more for the others out there who are lacking in knowledge to even realize the basics of what I’m having trouble with. Will they be contented on just living a “normal” life the way it is?  

Such reason of being contented on life life the way it is, resonates deeper ignorance which implicates a tremendous insult to the mind. But knowing my place, it is not my job to laugh at, and dismiss at something as meaningless, to something which seeks meaning. No! for I have nothing to hide but to show the nakedness of my mind to the very ideals of my existence. But the persistence of having to move onwards on a common goal instead of living a life centered on oneself, centered on the ambition of one’s self. Is greater than actually playing the gutter game of who’s life had turned out to be better.

There is a saying: “I SEE HUMANS BUT NO HUMANITY.”

I do not entirely agree with that. But on a collective purpose, it varies from time to time. Again, I do not want to play this gutter game of lashing out rhetorics, but at the very least positive thing, as a continuity of my casuistry, I will make a blog out of acknowledgement. A chef d’evour of my persistent passion of making a difference, bridging the gaps and bring us all a little bit closer together.

We (mankind) the privileged few, who won the lottery of birth against all odds, how dare we whine at our inevitable return to that prior state from which the vast majority have never stirred.

We Are Going To Die, and that makes us the lucky ones.

Most people aren’t going to die because they’ll never going to be born.

The potential people who could’ve been here in my place, but who will in fact never see the light of day, outnumber the sand grains of Sahara.

Certainly, those unborn ghosts include greater poets than Keats,

Scientists greater than Newton.

We know this because the set of possible people allowed by our DNA, so massively outnumbers the set of actual people.

In the teeth of these stupefying odds, it is You and I, in our ordinariness, that are here. 

We live in a planet that is all but perfect for our kind of life. Not too warm and not too cold, basking in kindly sunshine, softly watered; a gently spinning, green and gold festival of a planet.

Yes and Alas, there are deserts and slums, there is starvation and racking misery to be found. But take a look at the competition.

Compared with most planets this is paradise, and parts of Earth are still paradise by any standards.

What are the odds that a planet picked at random will have these complaisant properties? Even the most optimistic calculation will put it at less than one in a million.

Imagine a spaceship full of sleeping explorers, deep - frozen would be colonists of some distant world. Perhaps the ship is on a forlorn mission to save the species before an unstoppable comet like the one that killed the dinosaurs, hits the home planet.

The voyagers go into the deep freeze soberly reckoning the odds against their spaceship ever chancing upon a planet friendly to life.

If one in a million planet is suitable at best, and it takes centuries to travel from each star to the next, the spaceship is pathetically unlikely to find a tolerable, let alone safe haven, for its sleeping cargo. 

But imagine that the ship’s robot pilot turns out to be unthinkably lucky. After millions of years, the ship’s robot pilot does find a planet capable of sustaining life. A planet of equable temperature, bathed in warm star shine, refreshed by oxygen and water.

The passengers, RIP VAN WINKLES, wake up stumbling into the light. After a million years of sleep, here is a whole new fertile globe. A lush planet of warm pastures, sparkling streams and waterfalls, a world bountiful with creatures, darting through alien green felicity. 

Our travellers walk entranced, stupefied, unable to believe their unaccostomed senses or their luck. The story asks for too much luck; it would never happen.

And yet, isn't it what has happened to each one of us? WE HAVE WOKEN after hundred of millions asleep, defying astronomical odds. Admittedly, we didn't arrived by spaceships, we arrived by being born. And we didn't burst conscious into the world but accumulated awareness gradually through babyhood.

The fact that we gradually apprehend our world, rather than suddenly discovering it, should not substract from its wonder. It is no accident that our kind of life finds itself on a planet whose temperature, rainfall, and everything else are exactly right.

If the planet were suitable for another kind of life, it is that other kind of life that would have evolved here. But we as individuals, are still hugely blessed, privileged, and not just privileged to enjoy out planet. More, we're granted the opportunity to understand why our eyes are open, and why they see what they do.

In the short time, before they close,

Forever.