Authenticity is at the Core of Purpose

Authenticity, Life path, The Self


While my poodle-terrier bestfriend Munchkin and I were out for a walk this morning, and I was scanning my surroundings, as usual, curious about the little things (something Munchkin has taught me to be better at), I looked up a tropical tree, about 8 ft tall, common in most neighborhoods in the Philippines. It had these little cone-shaped fruits, which despite looking tempting and cute, were not edible.

It was then that I had this thought:

If these fruits are not edible, would anybody dare call them useless? The fact that they exist means that they are, by default, serving a purpose. Even if most people don’t know what that is. Even if we don’t see how they play a part in our ecosystem, mostly because we don’t pay that much attention to them.

If this is the case then each person, by default, is already serving a purpose simply by being born. How?

Who we are, the wisdom and history we bring forth, the unique light and energy we radiate, by default, have been summoned to fruition because there’s a need for them.

What most people refer to as a “life purpose”, which usually pertains to a career/a way to serve, is simply one of the means by which we can affirm who we have always been.

Therefore if something feels authentic to us, if our soul is being pulled into a certain direction, if we ache to express ourselves in a particular way – it’s a chance to feed who we really are and be more of it. We are serving the whole in this way.

Each part of creation is made perfect. We are all created equal. My search for meaning has led me know that this thing we call “life purpose” is really just an extension of who we truly are inside as spiritual beings.

Our work begins and ends not in doing or serving, but in being – in becoming.




Say No: Be a Catalyst

Authenticity, Life path, Manifestation, People & Relationships, The Self

Some things only become possible once we’re able to end others first.

lizmayvilleSometimes we need to step on the brakes. To walk out. Quit. Give it all up. Change our mind. Decide to go our own way even if we have to do it alone.

This starts with confronting the truth that we are simply not happy where are and where we are heading.

Even if everything else seems to be going well. The people around us are content. Even if we initially got what we’ve previously wanted.

When our spirit calls for us to go on a different direction, or even just to take a pause, we must step up to it. It probably is the time to regroup, to revisit our truths and reframe our intentions.

Likewise, the situation may be ripe for something new to be born, something many have been wanting, too. Maybe we’re simply being asked to play the role of a catalyst.

A Leap in Perspective

Authenticity, Career, Creative Living, Healing, Life path, Life's Work, People & Relationships, The Self

needleplantI used to think that the only way I could fully live a spiritual life and be in an ecosystem of inspiring one another was by somehow working in the healing/intuitive arts. Lately though, probably as part of my spiritual progression, I’ve learned that –

1. If that is true, then that is very limiting. Not everyone is in or even comes close to the vicinity of healing/intuitive arts. How can we reach those/everybody if we just stay there? I don’t think the Universe is designed to be that way. If anything, we should spread out, expand ourselves, immerse ourselves in unfamiliar situations, engage with people who are different from us in some ways. In the process, learn, grow, be more integrated.

2. We are, by default, living spiritual lives because we are spiritual/energetic beings having a physical experience. We CANNOT NOT be spiritual.

3. Where else is best to live this so called full spiritual life other than where we already are doing what we already do?

Now I think that the goal is actually not to be a healer/a guide/a mentor/or just a spiritual person by profession or by being validated by a particular organization or institution, but to be all these things and so much more simply by choosing to embrace our truest self, our essence – which is love and light – and to show up in the world everyday embodying these where we are and with whoever we interact with.

We have all been touched by “common” people in profound ways;

be it a hairstylist who has shown us great love and compassion when we’re heartbroken, a stranger in the bus who radiated joy and kindness when we felt hopeless towards life, a family member who offered us advice we needed at that time, a colleague who we never thought of as a friend but who suddenly got our back during one of our personal storms, a deceased artist whose works have inspired us to take risks and go for our dreams.

To others, we have played these roles, too, without us knowing about it. We’ll never fully know the mark we leave on each other.

We gotta check in with ourselves. If our inquiry and path naturally leads us to the healing/intuitive arts then great and that will surely benefit all of us. If not, we must have the faith that probably where we are right now is where we can best grow and be of service to others.

Be Unconditional

Faith, Manifestation, The Self


There will always be those who would measure you up and put you in a box they’ve created.

There will be times when you’ll be weighed like dead meat and nobody will give a fuck about how you feel.

You will be Ignored. Unseen. Forgotten.

You won’t always get a prize for being treated like an underdog/feeling like a martyr.

You won’t always have the chance/ability to create your epic comeback.

There’s no guarantee that new opportunities/blessings/valuable lessons will come out of those situations –

maybe, except for

The lesson of how to be Unconditional.
How to love yourself Unconditionally.
How to embrace life Unconditionally.

To know that you’re worth is not dependent on what happens or doesn’t happen to you.

To know you’ll be fine just the same whether you get what you want and what you deserve – or not.

To have the maturity to accept that you’re not always gonna have it your way, that other people’s freewill and how the Universe works deserve to be respected, too, even if they don’t fully make sense to you.

To know that at the end of it all, your spirit cannot be contained, you will never cease to exist and that life is always in your favor, and even if it doesn’t feel that way, we are all created equal.


Healing, People & Relationships, The Self

blueflowerForgiveness is inevitable if one longs to be free and fully at peace.

We may be blinded at times, mistaking our anger for self-love or self-righteousness, when in reality, it’s our last ditch effort to hold on to the past, to cling so desperately to what’s no longer serving us out of fear of the unknown.

Sometimes our inability to forgive merely signifies our reluctance to say goodbye.

We’re the only ones who can hold ourselves in prison. We have the key.

This process is internal. We need not even do anything interactive. No need to talk to the other person, not even to write a farewell note. This process may climax to a particular event – but this remains mostly in solitude. Forgiveness happens on a spiritual plane. It’s simply a release – of everything we’ve been holding on to that’s no longer serving us; our pain, our grudges, our disappointments, false hopes, regrets and all else in between and beyond.

It’s unpacking our heavy load so we can proceed with our journey with more energy.

If we wanna move forward, if we want to live our life to the fullest…we must forgive.

Already Living the Dream

Authenticity, Creative Living, Life path, Manifestation, The Self

lizmayvThere was a recent period in my life where I found myself devouring non-fiction books about creativity, authenticity and having clarity about one’s life path. Since I’m the kind of person who is passionate about matters like life purpose and co-creating one’s reality, I doggedly pursued the answers to such questions to the point that I was merely being cerebral about them. That hurt my brain and caused a tightness in my chest.

In one splitting second, though, in the middle of yet another book which was supposed to hand me some clarity, I felt the bigger version of me, who’s all-seeing and being, left a casual remark,

“But you’re already living your dream life.”

I was sitting in a corner of my favorite bookstore at that time. Nothing has changed about the place nor the people there. But that message has made me zoom out of my limited point of view. I looked around to see others who were also peacefully or intensely engaged with the books on their laps. Then I realized, that yes, I’ve already been living my dream life.

I longed for the freedom to be introspective and creative, and I got it.

My obsessive search for clarity died down. There was no need to run along my hamster wheel anymore, in search for answers that were always beyond my reach. The answers I’ve been looking for could be found not in my seeking but in my ability to be fully present in each moment, having faith that where I am is where I need to be.

Loving the Skin I’m In

Authenticity, Faith, Healing, The Self

do it

undressIt’s probably a natural byproduct of my recent spiritual spurt, this desire to be out in the sun.

I suddenly found myself looking forward to sunny days, so I can lie down in our balcony, bask myself under the sky and soak the sun’s healing energy. It’s become part of my routine. Whenever I can, I would take Munchkin out for a walk as well, sniffing on plants and getting all messy in the mud.

I’ve learned to like my tan, too. In fact, I feel more like myself now that I am brown AF.

I’ve always been on the dark side of the spectrum. However, I didn’t always like getting darker because, just like the majority of Filipinos, I, too, believed that darker skin tones were less attractive. There were even times when I would consume all kinds of skin-whitening products from soap, to toner, to lotion, to glutathione pills and injections. I was also reluctant to participate in outdoor activities to “preserve” whatever fairness I had.

This 180 degree change in my attitude was liberating. Now, I could fully embrace both – my joy to be out in nature and my natural complexion.

I did my research before immersing myself in this new routine of sunbathing, because like many others, I, too have been indoctrinated to believe that sun caused more damage than good. I was surprised to read many articles disproving these kinds of claims, and more surprised to know that there’s no single actual research that directly links sun exposure to melanomas. What we have been made to believe in was merely a sweeping generalization which has actually caused more harm than good. We have been sold all these sun screens and skin products which can supposedly protect us from the sun, despite the fact that they contain harmful, carcinogenic chemicals. This has also resulted to a deficiency in Vitamin D in certain groups of people, particularly those with lighter skin, which has been causing a plethora of illnesses beyond cancer.

It’s interesting to note what the people around me say about my new tanned skin. I’ve been getting a lot of compliments, ironically, even from people who put fair skin tones on a pedestal. Some were baffled. They couldn’t seem to understand why someone would want to be darker, so they kept quiet and kind of stared at me from a distance. Some, I felt, flatly rejected it. The rest simply gave me advice as to how I should sunbathe even though they didn’t sunbathe themselves. They spewed their internalized misconceptions at me about the supposedly harms of the sun, even though they couldn’t back up these claims.

Anyway, it’s been great! I’ve become an official Sun Child again.

The Sun doesn’t only provide me with body food, but also with soul food.

It’s helping me become more and more of who I really am. I’m lucky because it’s abundant where I live and it’s for free! So yay! 😀


Put Yourself Out There

Art, Authenticity, Creative Living, Life's Work, The Self

do it

diveA few years ago, as I was preparing to join my first art market, I remember having a discussion with myself regarding my anxiety on putting my work out there.

I felt soooo self-conscious. I kept questioning the quality of my work, my skills, and whether I deserved to have a spot in the open at all, together with a bunch of other creatives.

I’ve never had a problem creating art and being spontaneous with it. If anything, it’s where I felt the most free. It’s my happy place. On the flip side, sharing my work was something else.

So there I was, walking back and forth, with clammy hands I prepared for my big day. I organized my items and all the publicity materials that I’d be bringing with me the next day, the day of the art market.


I was still unsure if I was gonna join even up to the point where I was done prepping. In the corner of my mind I thought I could still back out, yes, despite weeks of painting for hours and spending all my savings on my hand painted bags.

A voice broke my rumination; I heard her screaming in my mind’s ear:

“Simply go the fucking do it. Put your fucking work out there.”

“You will know what’s gonna happen once you’ve done it. For now, stop ruminating about it.”

So I did. I went to the art market. I put my work out there. And I was able to sell them (I didn’t even believe people would actually pay for them but they did!). I also met many friendly and interested people. I caught some people smiling at my bags. People took photos. The world didn’t break apart and swallowed me whole. No one humiliated me.

Since then I conquered my fear of sharing my work with the world. I kept joining art markets. It didn’t always go well (monetarily, speaking) and many times I felt as though I was wasting my time. But something delicious and unexpected came of out it – the confidence to put not only my work, but also myself out there (’cause when you’re sharing something you’ve created, you’re inevitably sharing yourself, too, especially if you’re also the one marketing and selling them).

This confidence is no longer limited to my hand painted bags but to all forms of self-expression; be it my writing, dancing in public, putting on make-up and dressing myself up the way I want to, making jokes, among others.

That voice might have sounded harsh to me at that time, but she was right for pushing me to just go for it. Now to you my self-conscious friend I say, stop ruminating and go the fucking put yourself out there! Do it for yourself! There’s a space for each of us in this world. Own yours and use it. 😉

You Can Love from a Distance

Faith, Healing, People & Relationships, The Self



I’ve been on the fence regarding a particular relationship lately. This person has betrayed me, the people I love and continues to live a life of lies. It’s not easy for me to let go because he’s family. I’ve forgiven him though, and I’m at the point where I don’t know whether to cut ties or to make an effort to start anew. Neither seems to resonate with my spirit. I feel the capacity to love him unconditionally despite everything; however, this love comes from a higher place and I’m still grounded in this physical, earthly existence. I still have my earthly concerns; I’m still bounded by earthly laws.

I got my answer last night, as usual, as a mix of clairvoyant and clairaudient message. This is how I’d translated it:

Come up to your higher self and love him unconditionally, at the same time keep yourself grounded. Don’t avert your eyes from the truth.

Imagine yourself as a tree. As a tree, you don’t need to go after him to express your love. You may simply stay where you are, grounded in your spot. Let your love radiate. Let it bleed through your roots, into the earth and towards all life forms. Let it seep through your branches, up to your leaves and into the atmosphere.

Trust in nature’s ability to synthesize your love into various forms. She always does this.

You can love like this. This is still love. A certain distance will keep yourself protected. Your well-being matters, too. It matters the most.

Everywhere is love. All is made of love, anyway. Trust that life will take care of him even if it’s not, no longer through you.

Some are meant to be a Key, but not our Company

Life path, People & Relationships, The Self



I feel like sobbing every time I remember that my cousins are gonna fly back to Australia very soon. You know that feeling, right, when you can’t help but think about the impending goodbyes even when you’re supposed to simply enjoy the present moment.

During one of these reveries, as I was dissecting my feelings, a truth bubble popped out. I have realized that one of the biggest reasons I’ve been feeling this way was because I haven’t been in any real female friendship for the past couple of years. My cousin, Shai, now 18, suddenly brought back all the things I loved about women which get amplified in female friendships.

I’ve been undergoing major changes during my mid-twenties until recently, therefore letting go of some relationships have become imperative. I’ve felt burnt out for quite some time, highly dissatisfied with my old friendships and I started feeling the need to be alone more – so I could get to know myself more.

I believe Shai just opened my heart to female friendships again. Hers must be the right kind of presence that rips apart my disillusionment in these relationships. Her kindness, confidence, creativity, wisdom, humor, sensitivity and girliness reminded me of aspects within myself and my previous female friendships I have put on the backseat.

Without her knowing she’s doing it, she actually taught me how to be girly again and how to be a girl friend again. I deeply enjoy our talks about things we have in common – and it’s a bunch! – like the arts, travel, books OMG, fashion and makeup, pop culture, friendships, the intuitive arts and so much more. We shopped together, went to visit my favorite bookstore together, held my hand when I was scared riding the giant swing in the amusement park, took selfies together, talked about embarrassing and funny experiences. We talked about female friendships, listening to one’s intuition, honoring one’s values, setting boundaries and being in charge of one’s own well-being.

It’s not only her natural positive energy, but probably her age as well, that lights up my vibe. I am 12 years older than her, and I’ve been through very different circumstances, too. I’ve been jaded for a few times in the past decade, and I felt like crawling with all my strength and dignity on my way to my 30’s. I’ve had to reinvent myself many times. I’ve lost so much. Building female friendships at my age is so different from when I was still in my teens and even in my twenties. I have a more solid self-concept now and I know better about the life I want for myself now. In a way this makes me more rigid when it comes to making connections with potential friends.

I think her light presence brought back freshness to my attitude. I’ve come to associate female friendships with only the baggage they brought into my life so I went out and dumped all the goodies, too. She reminded me how female friendships soothed my soul. How despite my great need for solitude I actually thrived more with supportive female energy in my life.

Since she came to visit, I noticed that new potential girl friends started showing up in my experience, I’ve begun making an effort to forge female connections, too, with those I jibed with, I started gravitating towards female influencers who previously turned me off, and I’ve been rethinking about my attitude towards women I find “annoying”, maybe I should be more compassionate instead?

She also made me realize that it’s actually a no-brainer to build female relationships. I just have to make sure I’m in a good place first, energetically, so only those I naturally jibe with will find their way to me. Also, I must put my well-being first and foremost, always. 🙂

Maybe it’s not the length of time we spend together that matters, nor the amount of moments we share, maybe it’s the depth of our bond that matters, only on that level where touching each other’s soul and leaving a lasting impact are both possible.

Maybe if our time spent together gets longer than what’s possible now, maybe it won’t have the impact it’s meant to have. Maybe…maybe this thought will soothe my impending nostalgia.