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In the Land of Praying Mantis

war_prayerThe first day of April begins. The once lush nara trees are stripped of its green canopies as the wind blows warm against the thick picket of the jungle. The new sprout will come out soon in a month where the praying mantises will be feeding on the soft saps of the trees that offer them a juicy delight after a long sleepless night of prayers. They remember that the past few days were like living hell where machines and humans with gritting teeth were hungry for living blood that it was such an honor to see their own kind fall to the ground as cadavers. All of these are happening just for the thirst of fulfilling their man’s belief. How terrible! In the tribe of the faithful, where prayer is the arche of existence, it is such a horrible sight, especially for the young, to continue praying with all this crackling and strafing in the jungle that result to mats of lifeless bodies and dissected guts, laid un-honored by men who blindly believe in the pragmatic sense of killing. Their machines, which a long time ago had never intruded the mantises in their night of prayers, have now morphed into indestructible and ferocious monsters that end all life that cross its way. Yes, all mantises witnessed these and how they loathed every sight of it. What is more horrible is to see men, who were once the herald of protection and the steward of nature have become the slaves of machines and as a result, killing his own kind without qualms. Such a blunder for human race to make machines and turn them into deities! Yet their belief has paved off well – to think of fighting to achieve a greater good in bid of a few lives that do not adhere by means of these machines. Not just that, even the young ones, the mothers, the elders, the natives, pay the price for all of these. Woe!

These mantises had been praying night and day asking nothing in vast cycles of life but a nourishment of soul where all creatures would live in harmony to praise heaven for its gifts. Yet no matter how they shout their lauds, nothing happens for it is impossible now for fools’ souls who have been devoured by the devil of warfare to change. Isn’t it an irony that amidst the cross constellation and the bright crescent moon, a herd of praying mantises are flinching to pray for peace yet given a raining bullet of destruction in return? Trapped in between two camps of fools, they feel abandoned, oppressed, and doomed. Such a pity that even yesterday, another young mantis was shut to death while reciting his morning matins…and how many more mantises will be knocked off in the coming days all for the sake of ideal peace? Woe!


P.S. South, what has become of you?

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  1. dabubu
    July 4, 2009 at 6:53 am


  2. July 4, 2009 at 6:56 am

    Preying Man, ’tis the threat of Praying Mantis? hehe

    • ToTomel
      July 5, 2009 at 2:00 am

      Mira, you truly are brilliant. if it dawned on me early on, maybe this entry would have been better. 🙂 thanks anyway. how are you feeling now?

      • July 5, 2009 at 2:18 am

        Hahah… we both know that wordplay is normal to us… and you beat me at it most of the time. haha =D

        This entry is not devoid of anything. Thank you for your concern, I’m feeling better now… thanks to a loving “puso”. =)

        • ToTomel
          July 5, 2009 at 2:24 am

          Huh? you are the genius in that play…in fact, apprentice ra ko nimo.hehehe

          surely, the banana tree had helped you a lot.hehehe

  3. July 4, 2009 at 9:20 am

    Praying mantises, cleansing their feet as they approach the Holy Ground, yet, segregating the big-footed from the tender-footed. Shouldn’t peace start from those grounds of prayer? I hate crossing boundaries. I have my own ground to cleanse in the first place…

  4. ToTomel
    July 5, 2009 at 2:12 am

    that’s the biggest irony brother. yes, we have our ground to cleanse, and we have so much to worry about it….but we cannot really separate ourselves from our brothers and sisters who are suffering in the battle fields. after all, as what Joey Ayala said, “ang lahat ng bagay ay magkaugnay; magkaugnay ang lahat. it is trough this premise that i started to work on the symbol of praying mantis to draw the situation of war in Mindanao…and looking at a different angle, mantises and men are never different, in fact their ordeal outline the same significance amidst the war torn places in Mindanao.

    you might wonder why i wrote this in the first place. actually, two of our fellow Ilonggos have died in the battle last week.kaluoy gid ya.

    • July 5, 2009 at 3:21 am

      Igsoon – my sympathy for this big loss of lives. News like this is chilling. I agree – everything is connected to everything else. The carnage in Mindanao, Muslim Mindanao to be a little more specific is a systemic malady and peace remains as elusive as the mythical unicorn. I commend those who toil for dialogue except that the business side of war and the ethnic and religious ego propelled by it remains despicable. In my comment Igsoon, i am sifting one equality issue that i peer to be rectifiable because the contingency of segregating men from women during worship is not beyond it; it is only socially constructed while at the same, affords a little window on how, just like wars are, male-dominated that “religious section” of our society is. I like to see one small, inspiring change at a time Igsoon.

      • ToTomel
        July 5, 2009 at 4:06 am

        oh sorry miss that…it is really true brother. no matter how the society, even the religious hierarchical scheme, try to modify the ever male dominated religion, the contingency, as you say, will never be effaced overnight. so many lives have suffered for this, not because of religious belief betwixt in the lives of our brethren, but because of integrating them in religious-sovereign struggle for peace. yes, we both like to see one small transfiguration at a time. but for now, all we could do is pray – not just for the victims and living sacrifices but to for the whole of our country especially those that are infested with violence.

        • July 5, 2009 at 5:17 am

          Women Muslims are slowly standing up, thanks to their Western education. Take a glimpse at Jim Paredes’s post here and laugh at your own risk hehe: http://haringliwanag.pansitan.net/?p=703

          • July 5, 2009 at 5:19 am

            Your judgement Igsoon whether this is crass Western education or not hehehe…

            • July 5, 2009 at 5:45 am

              hahaha… i like that brother. of course, the changing times gradually brings enlightenment to women. education is a prime knack in changing this but what about those who haven’t had the chance for education. it is still a male dominant society and there is still much to do to change our world….or else the gender advocacy wouldn’t be present if this has been solved na. Hahaha…that’s what Nietzsche called the ” Uberwoman”.hehehe

              i guess, it’s not just about educating women, but macho men as well. Katawa ko da!!!!

              • July 5, 2009 at 6:18 am

                By that time Nietzsche’s icon incarnated, the male specie would become the misbegotten female hahaha…

  5. July 5, 2009 at 4:13 am

    Is it the carnage of Picasso’s Guernica above?

    • ToTomel
      July 5, 2009 at 4:15 am

      forgive me brother, i really have no idea…i just googled it and found it suiting for my post. 🙂

      • ToTomel
        July 5, 2009 at 4:18 am

        Brother, yes it is Picasso’s. confirmed.hehehe

  6. July 5, 2009 at 4:40 am

    Picasso followers deem the painting the ultimate image of the horror of war…

    • July 5, 2009 at 5:09 am

      yes, thanks for shedding it. i took a little time to read about it in the net. 🙂

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