Trixie Cruz: Apocalypse

It was a nightmare, I dreamed that I woke up to find out that I had been dreaming all along. Had I fallen out of the Matrix? No, I said to myself, this is post-EDSA2.

Trixie Cruz: Quo Vadis Philippine Mother Church?

(photo credit: myphilippinelife.com)

For those of us marginal Catholics, the resignation of a Pope, the first such incidence in 600 years is cause for pause. Benedict XVI certainly was not the most loved of pontiffs in recent history. He is certainly no leader like John Paul II and not the rock of conservatism that Paul the VI was.

Trixie Cruz: Staying out of it

“Never interrupt your enemy when he is making a mistake.”

~Napoleon Bonaparte

Trixie Cruz: In the Islands of Sulu

(photo credit: theage.com.au)

I am a Shawnee. My forefathers were warriors. Their son is a warrior…From my tribe I take nothing. I am the maker of my own fortune.
- Tecumseh

Trixie Cruz: A Story about Feelings, nothing more than feelings

(photo credit: religiouswatch.com) 

Javier Krahe is a Spanish satirist who made a film in 1978 called “Cooking Christ” (“Como Cocinar un Crucifijo”).

Trixie Cruz: 44 Cutesy-Stalker Proof (not guaranteed) Questions

by Rose Beatrix C. Angeles (Trixie Cruz-Angeles)

Original posted on Facebook on February 15, 2009

Answer these 44 questions by copying and pasting my question and answers into your own notes and then changing the answers.

 Note from Trixie: I know I’m doing waaaaaaaaaay too many of these things, just goes to show I'm FBing too much. But I love to read the ones that come back, so please, please write back.

1.Do you like blue cheese? -- Do birds fly? Is the Pope Catholic? Is Obama black?

2. Have you ever smoked? -- Yes. I quit.

3. Do you own a gun? -- I refuse to answer on the ground that I may incriminate myself.

Trixie Cruz: He Ain't Heavy, He's My Brother

by Rose Beatrix C. Angeles (Trixie Cruz-Angeles)

Original post on December 01, 2008

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Am I my brother's keeper?

The other day, I walked past a man -- a boy really, sleeping in the street. He lay amid a pile of garbage exhausted from his daily race to survive.

I was busy, I had places to go. I had done it before -- walked past the least fortunate among us, trying to dismiss them from my mind. I too have my own race to run, a family to provide for, a nation to save. Things to do!

But not that day.

Trixie Cruz: God's Loan

In 1999 before I buried my daughter, another mother handed this poem to me. She too had lost a child some years before. She told me that one never truly gets over it, but the understanding of others sometimes helps.

God’s Loan

by Edgar Albert Guest

"I'll send you for a little time,

A child of mine," He said,

"For you to love the while she lives

And mourn for when she's dead.

"It may six or seven years

Or twenty-two or three,

But will you till I call her back,

Take care of her for me?

"She'll bring her charms to gladden you

And should her stay be brief,

You'll have these precious memories,

As solace for your grief.

Trixie Cruz: Two Poems of Death

Christina Rossetti (1830-1894), sister of the artist Dante Gabriel Rosetti, was a Victorian poet whose themes of death are widely quoted. I selected these two for their message that the dead too feel the pain of separation that the living suffer, and it is this awareness that make the departed want only to be forgotten.

When I am Dead

When I am dead, my dearest,

Sing no sad songs for me;

Plant thou no roses at my head,

Nor shady cypress tree.

Be the green grass above me

With showers and dewdrops wet;

And if thou wilt, remember,

And if thou wilt, forget.

I shall not see the shadows,

I shall not feel the rain;

I shall not hear the nightingale

Sing on as if in pain.

And dreaming through the twilight

That doth not rise nor set,

Haply I may remember,

And haply may forget.

Trixie Cruz: Listen

by Rose Beatrix C. Angeles (Trixie Cruz-Angeles)

Original post on November 15, 2008

One evening he spoke.

Sitting at her feet, his face raised to her, he allowed his soul to be heard.

"My darling, anything you wish, anything I am, anything I can ever be...

That's what I want to offer you -- not the things I'll get for you,

but the thing in me that will make me able to get them.

That thing -- a man can't renounce it -- but I want to renounce it

-- so that it will be yours -- so that it will be in your service -- only for you."

The girl smiled and asked: "Do you think I'm prettier than Maggie Kelly?"

He got up. He said nothing and walked out of the house. He never saw that girl again.

Gail Wynand, who prided himself on never needing a lesson twice,

did not fall in love again in the years that followed.

-Ayn Rand, "The Fountainhead"

Listen, please. Children will do this too. Sometimes they will tell you their deepest darkest fears. You may not recognize the feeling because it’s hidden in words like, "He stomped on my foot" or "I don’t want to go to school." They are telling you they are afraid. And when a child puts this much faith in you, places his very existence into your hands, you do not -- I repeat -- do not say, "Shhh, I can't hear the TV!"

Or what about your friend, the guy who simply laughs when asked if he's gay and suffers through snide remarks and hisses of, "bading..." Listen to him. He doesn't say he suffers, but if you listened, you will hear the anguish in that smile.