Of Angels and Daemons
No, this has nothing to do with Dan Brown.
Just wanna put things down for the record.
This morning I did my good deed for the day. Over the past few months, I’ve been on chikahan terms with a trio of Paranaque street sweepers. One of them, Pablo, didn’t report for work today due to an acute attack of arthritis. Apparently Pablo lives alone and has no one upon whom to rely for help — for even as small a trifle as walking over to the nearest drugstore for medicine.
So I impulsively elected to drive over to his house and offer to pick up medicine for him. Being quintessentially Pinoy, Pablo refused the offer. Diyahe kasi.
So being a bull-headed Arian (no relation to Hitler’s ilk, mind you), I went ahead and got him a few tablets of his arthritis meds. I couldn’t get him more than a few because to do so would likely make him feel too indebted. But I had to do something.
Again, what I call the angelsong would not be denied.
I try to give my whole self over to the angelsong as much as I can.
The thing about angels, though… they seem to come with concurrent daemons. Daevas and daemons. They seem to come in pairs.
My personal daemon is the force that drives me to make music. It’s the undeniable force which keeps me up in the wee hours of the morning, driving me to play my guitar with fingers rendered numb by a year-long spinal affliction and its consequent nerve damage.
My daemon is the single-minded force which keeps me going despite trifling obstacles like logic, economics and worldly reality.
If my guardian angel, The Angel Shprengtot, is the heavenly voice who prods me gently into acts of random kindness, then my daemon, The Daemon Baluga, is the one who whacks me with his dowggie prod and drives me to be more than human.
More than human.
Diamond.
Indestructible.
Able to cut through anything.
Hubris? Perhaps. Most likely so.
But hey, that comes with being a hero.
This Icarus is learning to fly again. The sky is my birthright. As God is my witness, I’ve earned these wings many times over. And if I have to grapple with all the daemons of hell to fly again, then so be it.
I still stand. I shall fly again. And forever shall I believe in love.
WOOF!
c”,)
November 6th, 2008 at 8:10 pm
ah yes, we all have our angels and demons inside us, indeed. the angels are really nice. but the demons hold our passions, and will always and forever reign!
nice one, aya
November 6th, 2008 at 9:42 pm
“My daemon is the single-minded force which keeps me going despite trifling obstacles like logic, economics and worldly reality.”
Would that all daemons were like yours.
Logic has no place in the world of art and beauty anyway.
Bow ako sayo Aya. Plus you did good for manong street sweeper.
November 7th, 2008 at 1:23 am
So the drama…. Hahahahaha. c”,)
August 12th, 2009 at 7:06 am
Despite the fact that ang pangit ng mga pangalan ng mga spirit guides mo, efficient pa rin sila dahil kitang kita naman sa mga prinsipyo mo at kung papaano ka mamuhay sa gitna ng ingay at gulo sa mundong ito.
I like the part about Icarus learning to fly again. “Not too close to the sun, not too close to the sea, my friend.”
You have a beautiful life Aya because you choose to see beauty in it. Always admired that about you.