Blogs from Jupiter

Emotions were high for the past month because of my dad. The whole Kalambakal clan was devastated when papa was diagnosed with stage 4 lung cancer. Aside from being the eldest among the elders, dad is considered by most of my older cousins as their parent, ever since their respective parents, my dad’s siblings, passed away some years ago.

On my end, my sad feelings have subsided. But I am still sad but not as sad as before. I have cried buckets of tears (and I think I can cry some more for my dad). But my prayers, talking to God have made me sane and see and think things clearly. My angels did great wonders, and every day is a miracle. God is in control.

I learn how to read the signs. I receive messages through people, situations, and even the weather. It’s no freakish or weird feeling. But when you constantly communicate with a higher being, things just fall into the right places. I pray for the gift of discernment so I may know deception, and pray for the gift of light so I may understand.

Dad has lived a full life. He has given his share of himself to humanity as an honest and incorruptible civil servant lawyer, teacher, and a book author. For us his children, he is more than a daddy who plays, reads us books, and helps us in our assignments. He is a spiritual father.

We consider ourselves blessed that God has given us a father, who is not only intellectually gifted, but a father who has prepared us to embrace the spiritual life. He always tells us that we are no ordinary children, that God gave him the task to rear and prepare us for our life’s mission on earth. My dad really, really loves us.

Death is sad and painful. Yet there is peace, comfort and love. Dad once said that it is only through death that we experience true liberation.

I am at peace because God wants me still. Love is overflowing because dad has been good.

I am comforted by the fact that when dad leaves this earthly life, the heavens will be rejoicing as a Child of God is home at last.