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Samuel Bilibit is the other self of Cris “Criocksz” Gaerlan. – a Mindanawan by birth. A product of marriage between the north and south, having an Ilocano father (Crisostomo Gaerlan Y Padua) and a mother (Marina Mugot Y Avrez) who is a native of Lanao del Sur; Ordinaryong mortal – a lowly NGO worker, graduate ng Unibersidad sa boondocks ng Lanao – Mindanao State University, tinubuan na ng puting buhok sa kilusang mapagpalaya, naging construction worker, bisayang dako, internationalist, true blue futbolero, muzikero, literati pretender, lotto tayador, public transport commuter, mami-goto-isaw-instant noodles-sardinas eater, naging usher ng masiao (jai alai), tabloid reader, mahal ang kalikasan, dating tambay ng gulod sa UP diliman, ex-habitue ng 70’s bistro at sa mga surot infested watering holes ng quiapo”t recto, galit sa mga mapagkunwari, nagmamarunong at nakikiuso, nahihilo sa ingles at lohika ng mga nagkukunwaring konyo”t mga pseudo-yuppies, mortal na kalaban ng imperyalismo, muntik ng maging seminarista,napasali saglit sa Hare Krishna,advocate ng Bangsamoro struggle, Aikido admirer, kasapi ng Order of DeMolay, Japanese art and architecture buff,
yosi at kape addict, allergic sa mga TraPo, nasusuka sa showbiz, advocate ng children”s rights and women”s movement, partner sa buhay ni Bambit, mabuting amain at kaibigang matalik ni X at ulirang ama ni Himaya Amarantha. And lastly, he is a Freemason – a widow’s son traveling from West to East in search of further light and for that which was lost.
What about Samuel Bilibit?
According to an ancient myth, Samuel Bilibit was cursed to walk the face of earth till the end of time. Ewan ko lang kung anong naging mabigat na kasalanan ni Samuel at pinatawan siya ng ganito ka lupit na parusa. His myth runs deep into the psyche of the Visayan speaking people. A person who is a wanderlust earns the monicker of being like Samuel Bilibit. I remember when I was still a kid, my mom will scold me by saying, “mura man sab kag si Samuel Bilibit”, whenever I come home late from roaming around our village with friends.
Ever since I was a child I just couldn”t stop wandering. By high school, I had already gone to five provinces in Mindanao. By the time I entered my third job, I had already travelled half of the world. I just love going to other places. I got more of my education about life in wandering than what I learned from school. My wanderings gave me the chance to know more the human race and learn a lot about different societies, cultures, practices, personalities, languages, life situations and struggles. My world outlook has been molded by my wanderings- it has become without borders.
The ancient myth would say that Samuel Bilibit still walks with us until now. He’s there sitting by our side in a bus, jeepney, mrt, walks with us in the park, in the market, everywhere. Samuel Bilibit is the subliminal symbolism of man’s never ending journey to life in a world of perpetual departures. A personification of humanity’s perpetual pilgrimage on earth.
My mom was quite right. Like everyone of us – I am Samuel Bilibit…and “some will believe it”.
TRAVEL LIGHT, Samuel Bilibit
By Sam | Posted on: January 14, 2007
From its inception my blog intends to chronicle my travels in the pathway of human life, and for that reason I have chosen Samuel Bilibit as my nom de blog. Samuel Bilibit is the mythological impersonation of man’s perpetual pilgrimage to life. That is why the original title of my blog, Cogito Ergo Sam ( I think therefore I am Sam – Samuel Bilibit that is) reflects this rationale. This essence had not changed, but for some trivial yet subliminal reasons, I have now decided to change my blog title from Cogito Ergo Sam to Travel Light.
I am still Samuel Bilibit, and I chronicle not only my journey to life but also my travel in seeking further light and sharing that light to those who remain in darkness.
I am Samuel Bilibit, perpetually travelling upon the level of time to that undiscovered country from whose bourne no traveller returns.
I, Travel Light.
What is that, “Which was lost?”
Posted by Sam
January 28, 2008
My wife Bambit asked me about my blog’s new tagline “…in search of that which was lost”, what was lost?
Surely it is not about the lost treasures of Yama****a, the lost city of Atlantis or the lost generation, it has something to do with the Blog title itself – Travel Light, and it is Masonic.
In Freemasonry one travels seeking further light, which means one’s life is a never-ending journey towards understanding yourself, society and the universe. When we were raised to the Sublime Degree of Master Mason we were made to see the pathway of human life, accept our mortality and hope for immortality. And while we travel in life, we search for that which was lost.
In Freemasonry, in the search for “That Which Was Lost,” we are not actually searching for a particular word. Our search is a symbol for our “feeling of loss” or “exile” from the Source of Life. What we are searching for is Divine Truth, which should be the ultimate goal of all men and Masons.
We must always search diligently for truth, and never permit prejudice, passions, or conflicts of interest, to hinder us in our search. Masons are devoted to freedom of thought, speech and action. Each person must ultimately seek out and find the True Word for himself, through his own individual efforts.
The Truth that Freemasonry teaches is ‘ that most interesting of human studies’ – the knowledge of oneself. There is an inner light, a divinity, in each of us, which is the genuine secret of a Master Mason and which, in our present state of darkness or ignorance, is lost to us. Freemasonry teaches us that the sole purpose of our existence is ‘ to seek for that which was lost’. That we must persevere in our search for this light and labour incessantly to make ourselves perfect till time or circumstances restore it., even though that goal may remain incomplete, as was the temple in our legend. Our rituals and ceremonies are specifically designed to guide us in this spiritual journey- to dispel ignorance, to know God, and finally to experience God.
The Masonic Brother in search of the “Lost Word” should not be on a hunt for a mystic term to be used like a magic spell. That for what he really searches is to discover the Divine Truth within himself. “While traveling upon the level of time towards that undiscovered Country from whose borne no traveler returns.” No one could tell me where my Soul might be. I search for God, but God eludes me. I sought my Brother, and found all three.
We travel in search of that which was lost, so that
“…in old age, as Master Masons, we may enjoy the happy reflections consequent on a well-spent life, and die in the hope of a glorious immortality.”