Dylan Gets High Again (in the mountains that is)

I needed to escape.

I was never the happy footed type. I preferred to stay still and let things work themselves out around me. But this time it was different. I needed to go far away and be by myself for awhile. I decided I was going to Baguio. I politely turned down the job offer from P&P Tattoo, made a few phone calls and packed my bags. On Christmas day 2010, I gulped down a glass of wine, bid my Tita and Letty goodbye and got on the bus bound for Baguio.

My friend, the very helpful Ramon  “the Doctor” Zialcita picked me up from the bus station and took charge of my first few days in the city. He was able to get me a discount at a cozy inn/ pub, an interview for a job at their local country music station and a teaching position at WOW Korean Summer Camp. I was set. I had a place to stay in, an income and all the time and space in the world to clear my head. In truth, I thought I could shake off the weird sensations that were engulfing me from Manila. I was dead wrong, these feelinlgs only intensified.

I began writing down my dreams. Vivid as they came. The best ones consisted of me flying, in an open air contraption, of falling but being saved, of driving up hills of beautiful and lush green, of singing with beautiful strangers. One night I dreamt of opening the gate of our house and finding a beautiful foreign woman with a veil on her head. She was carrying a baby. I stepped out and joined them. Little did I know that this dream would become a reality, one month later.

My story takes a turn when a friend of mine called me up one day. Her name is Chel and she said she was going up to Baguio to see me. I said sure, it should be fun. Chel and I have known each other for awhile, have gone to Sagada together once but weren’t particularly close. When she did show up a few days later with a backpack and the announcement that she was staying with me for an indefinite period of time, I initially flinched. This was my solitary time, my trip, my path to self-discovery.I was iffy about having to share it with someone.

What I didn’t know was that she was sent for a purpose far bigger than the two of us.

Her arrival would mark the start of a journey far more exciting than just discovering myself.

I was about to get to know someone far more special than that.

“For he will command his angels concerning you to guard you
in all your ways”
Psalm 91:11 (NIV)


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I'll tell you what I'm not. I'm not a radio DJ, a TV host, an events host, a tattoo artist nor a bad ass rock chick bass player. I am quite simply, a child of God. This blog is His story. :) View all posts by reformedrockstar

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