I sent you emails. Some of them have references cited. I hope your read them. They might have fallen into your spam category. We need to discuss some more so that we could develop the form in which we can maximize opportunities for our efforts to bear fruit.

With just the proper coordination, we can complete all the necessary information, the genetic code (history) of our authentic Filipino nation. Once this is completed, a program can be started for the organization and reeducation. This will be the groung work for the revival of that resistance started by Gen Ricarte, Gen Antonio Luna and many more of our elder warriors.

Then will come the regeneration of our nation. And we can finally come home to our own nation.

Thank you.

CONCEPTION

Around the 17th century, our nation was at a conception stage for 3 centuries from the intercourse in our history out of Ilocanos, Pampangos, Tagalogs, Visayans, Moros from the north to the south of the group of islands in the Pacific and Southeast Asia where we are staying today and the Spaniards and Basques from Europe. During that stage, our national territorial baseline similar to that in the Baseline Issue as a position paper of Sen Trillanes IV was being formed. Among the bonds that formed us during that period were: the faith in the one living God and the parish churches; the University of Santo Tomás- a pontifical university under the authority of the Vatican, and also one of the oldest and largest Catholic universities in the world; the wheel and plow; the paper, painting and architecture; the camote, adobo, pan de sal and the guisado; the Spanish blood in our hero Andrés Bonifacio; the fiesta; and the Philippine national government among others.

OPPRESSIVE MOTHER

In a geographical unit called Las Islas Filipinas during the Spanish rule, only the Spaniards born in the Philippines were called Filipinos. Then on October 1889, a group of ilustrados among us in Paris, signed ourselves as “The Filipinos” in addressing this message “To Our Mother Country, Spain”:

When a people is gagged; when its dignity, honor,
and all its liberties are trampled; when it no longer
has any legal recourse against the tyranny of its
oppressors, when its complaints, petitions and
groans are not attended to; when it is not permitted
even to weep; when even the last hope is wrested
from its heart; then. . .! then. . .! then. . .! it has left no
other remedy but to take down with delirious hand
from the altars the bloody and suicidal dagger of
revolution!

In the 1890s, we of the different islands in the orient under Spain became of one identity as Filipinos. Our Filipino Nation was conceived.

On one hand, there was the oppression of Spain from which, we want to be free. On the other hand, there was the beautiful people and islands we already want for our heritage. Both of these pulling us towards a strong desire for independence.

Andrés Bonifacio organized a movement called Katipunan, which worked towards that independence from Spain. The Katipunan stressed the shared characteristics of Filipino which was birth of one and the same country, people and mother. This was to make us conscious of an identity for the purpose of a cohesive community. It was to be distinct from that of the Spaniards, the Americans nor any of our Asian neighbors. The revolutionary organization was guided by the principles of equality, honor, integrity as well as respect and obedience to legitimate authority. In April 1895 Bonifacio and a band of Katipuneros went to the Montalban hills, initiating some men of the area. Here in the Pamitinan cave they assembled; an indication of their presence is an inscription scratched in charcoal on the walls: “Viva la Independencia de Filipinas!” This was the ‘first cry for liberty and independence’ by us Filipinos.

It was in this womb that our nation was emerging. It was in this biological home at the social level that we were establishing our own national identity—Filipino.

NATION

This is our point of reference. This is organic to our biological development as a nation. This is our heritage which makes us equal before the nations of the world. This is our own. This was not granted to us. This is ours by birth right. This is our home!

On June 12, 1898, we proclaimed the independence of the Philippines from Spain. We officially hoisted for the first time the Philippine National Flag as the Marcha Nacional Filipina was being played in public. With budget allocation, we produced our own government, our own defense system, our agricultural system, and our educational system.

HOW OUR INHERITANCE WAS NURTURED

After we became independent from Spain and become a nation in 1898, the Americans invaded us in 1899. We resisted. A bloody war started. From 500,000 to 900,000 of us Filipinos died in that war. With mutual benefit with the Americans of being able to explore our resources when we are already weak, the Chinese, in coordination with the Americans also conducted a separate but constant and more subtle invasion. With a weak physical resistance, the Americans transmitted in us the virus of corruption of our national psyche.

RECOVERY OF OUR INHERITANCE by our DEFENSE SYSTEM—OUR PEOPLE and OUR SOLDIERS

This is the heritage our fathers—Andrés Bonifacio, Emilio Jacinto, Gen Artemio Ricarte, Gen Antonio Luna, Maj José Torres Bugallon, Gen Vicente Lukban, Macario Sacay and many more died for, to give us our home. Our fathers were not mere reformers for change. Because exept for Bonifacio who was a revolutionist because he fought for independence when we were not yet a nation then, our fathers resisted foreign aggressors who were invading our nation which was already a sovereign nation. Nor are we already an independent nation today. Today, we have been corrupted as to have registered enemies as merely our countrymen who function within a system which just happens to be corrupt. Indeed, if this is the case, mere reform is needed. This is an internal and political affair best left to the civilians and politicians. It is not the area of professional soldiers. But our fathers were soldiers who resisted foreign invaders and their collaborators. Today we are still being invaded by foreigners—the Chinese and the Americans. GMA is collaborating with them.

IDENTITY OF THE ENEMY

There are Americans like Capt David Fagen, Mark Twain, Andrew Carnegie and many others who defected on our side or have fought for the rights of nations which their own nation have abused. There are Chinese or Chinese meztizos in the Philippines such as Herman Tiu Laurel, Alejandro Lichauco and Gen Danilo Lim in the Philippines who: came here with legitimate purpose; fought for the cause of our liberation as a Filipino nation– they are more Filipinos than the collaborator GMA, the congressmen for sale or Filipino mercenaries in the Armed Forces. They are not the enemies referred to in this report

A HOME OF OUR OWN

We have a home. Let us recover that wholeness of our Filipino Nation. We are not are not the inferior replica of the Americans who are white, rich and powerful. We are not inferior replica of the Chinese who are white, rich and powerful. We are not any other national. We are not mendicants at their mercy. We need not crawl in order to recieve crumbs from the left over of their tables. We need not look at our brother Filipino with contempt in order to have the illusion that we are less of a Filipino and more of either our American or Chinese masters. We need not be dominated by them.

We have our own nation to come home to. We have a nation who can receive us with love and protection. We have a nation where we can receive our brother Filipino with love and protection.

Let us come home to Filipinas!

Pls. don’t lose hope.
I appreciate this small community of writers who appreciate our hispanic past. I don’t know much about your missions but I believe we have similar visions for our country. I’m 25 years old and a member of Grupo Lengua Española Manila (GLEM) founded 2006 by a spanish from Extremadura whom I opt not to mention his name for now for security reasons.
I was surprised that there are still a lot of people of my ages are interested about spanish language as I am. We have regular members consist of more or less 10 individuals. We don’t have mission as a group since we’re just a small conversational group having our own motives & ways of learning the language & appreciating hispanic heritage.
What I’m trying to point out is that there are passive groups and individuals to appreciate everyone’s efforts regarding this matter because majority of our population is contented with the forged history being taught in our educational institutions today.

In our own little ways we would have to, atleast try. That’s what men like Quijano de Manila did, although our identity and history is still in a quagmire! and I’m pretty sure it would remain that way for a long time, since the Filipino of today would be quick to cry,’ preserve this century old churches, and this intramuros, for they are the manifestation of how beautiful our culture is!’, but this same Filipino would disdain and dismiss the era that created his beauty, this Filipino wants to get rid of that identity actually, as if it was a dress. As if it was a commuter, according to Nick Joaquin. Our generation has already decided to just take pictures with their fancy cameras and proclaim to the world the beauty of Filipino without even bothering to review its true origin, but those pictures would look great in their social websites – it serves its purpose. Who cares this days?

Perhaps we would not be able to finish this book we have been discussing about! I’m resign to the fact that my resources are dwindling down and that I have to face the real world soon.

hasta luego.

Our Archives have tons of almost forgotten documents written in a language so noble and so ours, but which is now so alien to our generation. It is quite a sad fact that you and I, in our late 20s, are perhaps the only young Filipinos left in the world today who have realized the evils of the so-called leyenda negra. It is gloomy even to think that this knowledge bequeathed to us through the powerful and convincing pen of Guillermo Gómez Rivera, Pío Andrade, Fr. Fidel Villaroel, and the late great Nick Joaquín will all come to a halt. I just hope that there are other people out there who are of our age, our generation, who will support and uplift our downtrodden spirits.

We keep on telling ourselves that this knowledge that we have will die with us. But we should keep the fight going!

The works of Joaquín et al. are scattered in every major library and scholarly home, but who pays real and sincere attention to them? I dare say, NO ONE BUT WE.

Remember what Señor Gómez told you when you first met him at his Makati studio/library/home. You asked him if this struggle of ours still have a possibility of winning, of seeing justice. He answered you in his jolly old way, and with a light-heartening confidence only he can muster: “Yes, we are winning!”

Well let me tell you this: we are not.

Let us be realistic — we can never bring back the Spanish language in our islands. We can never convince even a fraction of our population to believe our pronouncements that the friars nor our Spanish past subjugated us into tyranny. And I’m damn sure that people will laugh at us, scorn us, mock us, or might even punish us with silence and nonchalance; they’ll think of us as crazy romantics of the Spanish past. But the bottomline is this — we know that what we’re doing is righteous. We know that we are on the right track. Twice in our travels have we experienced the Divine in our searches (remember how we discovered that small chapel in Biñán and the old site of Muntinlupa’s main church in the most unlikely hour?).

No, we might not be able to see the light. Only, not in our lifetime. And that is if we do something about it.

Hombre, we are on a Divine Mission. This is for Our Faith (go ahead, critics and cynics and Mr.-Know-It-Alls, laugh while you still can), for our race, and even for our dreams.

I hope that you wouldn’t get depressed by my above-mentioned statements.

Arnaldo, who said life’s fair? It isn’t. Even The Son of God had to die and suffer.

That’s why I didn’t believe Señor Gómez that we’re winning, because I knew that he was just encouraging us. He had to lie just to encourage us. Although he never once told it to me, but I know that he knows for himself that we are on the losing end.

But so was Christ during His last hours.

The good Señor was just encouraging us. And for that, I love him more so much.

We might not see the light of day, but hopefully, the future generations will. That will, of course, depend on people like us.

Do not falter, my brother. So what if the odds against us makes the two of us mere dusts against boulders? This may be a losing fight. But this is one good hell of a fight.

We should never surrender. Our obstacles be damned (excluding our loved ones of course, hehe). Since we have already accepted that change might happen but not in our lifetime, why the heck surrender at all?

And the scariest part of all this is when, many years from now, when both of us have grown old and grey-haired and wrinkled and all that old stuff rummaging our would-be frail bodies, we would look back and curse ourselves for not having done what we should have done. Those are scary days of doing nothing but looking back in anger and regret and despair.

We are still young — and yes, I look more younger than you, =) — thus, let us take advantage of this.

However young, though, always keep in mind what you texted to me several days ago: TIME IS OF THE ESSENCE. It still is.

Arnold, several times have I thought of surrendering. I couldn’t keep up with my studies what with all the household chores of taking care of my three kids and assisting my wife and the household help, making both ends meet, and thinking of all these wacky bills that contribute to wrinkles and sleepless nights and weight loss. Sometimes, I even think of just training my children for them to continue on the fight. But I think that would be foolish. Soon, they will have their own lives and preferences. I can only guide them.

But sometimes, after getting a good day’s sleep (not good night’s sleep; I’m still working the fuckin’ night shift), I feel reinvigorated and revved up to continue this good fight.

Maybe we just need to get some more sleep! I mean, seriously!

But more seriously, we really have to continue this. Right now, our present situation render us helpless invalids. But even some invalids can pick up their own newspapers from the porch. Why not us, man?

There’s always a way outta this rut that we’re in.

And only God can pull us out.

Thus, my dear friend, don’t ever say that we’re doomed anymore.

I say, LET’S KEEP UP THE GOOD FIGHT!

The blood of our heroes cry for redemption.