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[PUB'D] THE PROPHET AND THE CHLOROX KIDS


This is the first essay I tried to get published … and it was. Philippine Daily Inquirer, Youngblood, December 7, 2000 under the title “Fanaticism”.  That was a long time ago.  I have shown a lot of people the published version.  But everybody knows that anything passed to be published gets some cuts and bruises.  This is the original, uncut version.

WARNING:  Very-very-very long.

The published version
PDI December 7, 2000

Imagine yourself so in love and so fascinated with a dog, and that you believe that this is the most powerful being in the whole universe; that this dog is your savior and the love of your life; that this dog is the only thing you shall believe in, even if you don’t understand him. That is what I call fanaticism. Fanaticism is a form of insanity. Why? Because it is the obsession with what you believe in. It is the excessive love for something. It can be towards a dog… or an actor in a movie… or a band singer.. or a religion. I know this is not good for anybody’s health, but fanaticism couldn’t hurt. OR could it? Then you should think again.

Let us empathize with a family that existed here in the Philippines. They used to be one big happy family. But because of one member’s fanaticism in one religion, the whole family broke down, emotionally… mentally and … physically.

This family came into this situation by chance. They were doing well financially and physically. They were in good condition and indeed satisfied with their lives. But because they weren’t happy, they searched for the happiness they needed in religions offered around. They tried from Catholicism to Hara Krishna. Then one day two women American missionaries from an American religion came knocking at their door, offering friendship, camaraderie and happiness through their fellowship. The father, as the head of the family, decided to try out this newfound religion. It was already in their hands, they thought maybe they should try it.

     As they stayed longer in the church, they started getting sucked by the religion into the religion.  They heard promises of not just eternal life, but of Godhood and a solar system that they shall rule and lord over like God himself had done.  With greed in their hearts, they fell into the notion that they shall indeed inherit a solar system.

They cut out a lot of stuff.
And cleaned up my grammar
But, instead of helping out, the religion opened up problems that were closed and buried under the piles. It also created problems that were not there before hand. One of these is the decision of the father to go abroad. The religion asked for 10% tithe just like it was said in the Old Testament in the bible. Since salaries in the Philippines were too low even for a professional, the bishops suggested to some of the head of the families to try to work abroad, specially in Saudi Arabia, where there are already many brethrens working there. The brethren in the Philippines pressured the father. But as soon as the pressuring started, the problems came out. The mother didn’t want her husband to go. But she couldn’t do anything since the father resigned form his work without even assuring that he already has job waiting for him. For three years, he was jobless, and without family because they left him for the reason of irresponsibility. He said it was an order from God, that he works abroad, and all in due time the job would come to him. When he finally got a job in Riyadh, in 1984, he was immediately deported back to the Philippines. The employer wasn’t satisfied with his performance in three months. He was more active in his church duties than he was in his job.

     The same year, he was employed by a Mall in Jeddah, and stayed there with satisfaction.  It was here in Jeddah that he received the orders of the Prophet that all third world countries has to perform water-Clorox treatment for their drinking water.  Why?  Because the Prophet was told by God that all drinking waters in the third world countries were dirty and that the citizens needed to cleanse their body for the purification of their souls.

     Aside from the 10% tithe and any family spends on, the financial problems started sprouting even with the high salary that the father earns, especially with the sudden sickness that the two younger children, the second son and the daughter, acquired.  Both of the younger children were hospitalized, alternately.  When the boy was home, the girl was in the hospital hooked up in dextrose.  Every month, without failure, both were sent to the hospital because of extreme stomach pain and low blood pressure.

The mother started to think. She knew this wasn’t normal. She knew it has something to do with the water-Clorox treatment. It all started after the treatment was performed.

     The mother stopped the treatment, an action that enraged the father.  He believed that his family is now dirty and not worthy in the religion.  His initial reaction was to give a bigger percent of his salary as his tithe and everything he acquires he donates in the church.  Believing that this was the only way he could put his family in salvation.  But in the Philippines, the children grew healthier after stopping the treatment.  They never needed to be confined in a hospital once more.

Although the family was happy in the way they were already in at that time, the eldest son started feeling pain in his stomach. He kept it to himself, knowing the horror his mother had been through with the two younger children being hospitalized. But signs showed off. His fart smelled like rotten eggs, and his shit was of color blue green, sometimes blood come out, yet he still didn’t tell anybody.

Until one day, the mother found him cringing in pain. He couldn’t even let out a word or a voice, not even a moan, because of the intense pain he was feeling. He was curled up in his bed, gasping for breath, eyes shut tightly, teeth gnashing, all because of pain. He was immediately brought to the hospital, but the hospital diagnosed it as just a simple constipation. The doctors said he just needed fibers. The mother doubted this diagnosis. She can feel her son’s pain, and she couldn’t figure out how could this intense pain be merely constipation. She took him right to Manila Medical Center, wherein the two younger children were hospitalized before. At the Manila Medical Center, the doctors told the mother that they need to open him up immediately. They diagnosed that he could die if an operation wouldn’t be conducted. The mother gave in.

After a few hours, the doctors were proved to be right. He only had a few more minutes of life if the part causing the pain hadn’t been removed. One-fourth of his small intestines was gangrene and rotting. A bowl full of rotting intestines was shown to the mother, claiming it was from her son’s inside.

Hell hath no fury than a woman’s scorn. The mother knew right then and there that it was the treatment that caused this. Her beloved first born, almost died of a stupid and non-sense religious order, which she followed just because she was being a good member.

She immediately filed a lawsuit against the church. In 1988, civil and criminal cases were declared against the foreign church, in Makati City Court. Newspapers like People’s Tonight and The Philippine Daily Inquirer feature it in their news section. It was a tough case, but the mother stood up with courage and a heart of stone.

The father immediately went home upon hearing what happened. Not to support his family in the battle they were facing, but to stop his wife from actually filing the lawsuits. He believed it was not a good thing to sue the church. He believed that God would punish them if they sue. It took a lot of threats from the mother before the father gave in to her demands. He didn’t want to get sued by his family because he had no money to defend himself.

With these actions, the family started to drift apart. As the trial went on, they put a face of a tight and well-bonded family. Yet, inside the love they used to have left them. The father continued to go to church. The eldest son continued to defend the father, even though he wasn’t his real father, and the father’s beliefs. The youngest son grew with fury in his heart. The youngest one, the girl, grew traumatized, confused and shaken by these happenings. She just didn’t grow weak with hyperacidity at a very young age and rectum disorder, she also grew up unhappy and alienated.

     It was summer of 1995, as the end of the trial came nearer, that the family left each other and went their own ways.  The eldest son took his wife with him, so did the youngest son.  The father continued to attend the church with even more devotion than he had before.  The mother and the daughter lived together and found peace for the first time.

After almost ten years of court battle, the verdict came out. Despite the sympathy the judge showed during the hearing, the judge decided in favor of the church. Whispers around the City Court were spread that the judge was paid. The family lost both in court and in life. They filed and follow up in the Court of Appeals, wherein it still sits in five judges’ tables waiting to be reviewed and find the justice it longed for.

I thought religions are there to straighten up somebody’s life. I thought they are supposed to help a lost lamb back to its herd, to its right path.

I guess that is just a thought. And adding a very dangerous religion to a man with fanaticism tendencies, I suppose that is something to be afraid of. Be terrified when this happens to you. You wouldn’t know what they would to. What they shall order next. They might seem to be a simple and innocent looking religion. But who knows, they might be a cult already… or a CIA front to manipulate people they recruit.  Because, fanaticism is a form of insanity that can be manipulated and programmed to your own bidding.

Somehow, this kind of insanity doesn’t have any cure, because technically the fanatic person is normal. Nothing is wrong about him, he just believes in one thing too much. There was nothing wrong about the father, he just loves his brethren so much that he’d do everything that they will. Even jump off a 30-floor building… headfirst… without a cushion to save his fall…

Crazy huh? Well that is life. That is how life messes up with you. $#*% happens, it is said everyday. This $#*% happens… but not to everybody.

     Good GOD, thank you it’s finished…

I don’t need to drink Clorox anymore.





Imagine yourself so in love and so fascinated with a dog, and that you believe that this is the most powerful being in the whole universe; that this dog is your savior and the love of your life; that this dog is the only thing you shall believe in, even if you don’t understand him. That is what I call fanaticism. Fanaticism is a form of insanity. Why? Because it is the obsession with what you believe in. It is the excessive love for something. It can be towards a dog… or an actor in a movie… or a band singer.. or a religion. I know this is not good for anybody’s health, but fanaticism couldn’t hurt. OR could it? Then you should think again.

Let us empathize with a family that existed here in the Philippines. They used to be one big happy family. But because of one member’s fanaticism in one religion, the whole family broke down, emotionally… mentally and … physically.

This family came into this situation by chance. They were doing well financially and physically. They were in good condition and indeed satisfied with their lives. But because they weren’t happy, they searched for the happiness they needed in religions offered around. They tried from Catholicism to Hara Krishna. Then one day two women American missionaries from an American religion came knocking at their door, offering friendship, camaraderie and happiness through their fellowship. The father, as the head of the family, decided to try out this newfound religion. It was already in their hands, they thought maybe they should try it.

     As they stayed longer in the church, they started getting sucked by the religion into the religion.  They heard promises of not just eternal life, but of Godhood and a solar system that they shall rule and lord over like God himself had done.  With greed in their hearts, they fell into the notion that they shall indeed inherit a solar system.

But, instead of helping out, the religion opened up problems that were closed and buried under the piles. It also created problems that were not there before hand. One of these is the decision of the father to go abroad. The religion asked for 10% tithe just like it was said in the Old Testament in the bible. Since salaries in the Philippines were too low even for a professional, the bishops suggested to some of the head of the families to try to work abroad, specially in Saudi Arabia, where there are already many brethrens working there. The brethren in the Philippines pressured the father. But as soon as the pressuring started, the problems came out. The mother didn’t want her husband to go. But she couldn’t do anything since the father resigned form his work without even assuring that he already has job waiting for him. For three years, he was jobless, and without family because they left him for the reason of irresponsibility. He said it was an order from God, that he works abroad, and all in due time the job would come to him. When he finally got a job in Riyadh, in 1984, he was immediately deported back to the Philippines. The employer wasn’t satisfied with his performance in three months. He was more active in his church duties than he was in his job.

     The same year, he was employed by a Mall in Jeddah, and stayed there with satisfaction.  It was here in Jeddah that he received the orders of the Prophet that all third world countries has to perform water-Clorox treatment for their drinking water.  Why?  Because the Prophet was told by God that all drinking waters in the third world countries were dirty and that the citizens needed to cleanse their body for the purification of their souls.

     Aside from the 10% tithe and any family spends on, the financial problems started sprouting even with the high salary that the father earns, especially with the sudden sickness that the two younger children, the second son and the daughter, acquired.  Both of the younger children were hospitalized, alternately.  When the boy was home, the girl was in the hospital hooked up in dextrose.  Every month, without failure, both were sent to the hospital because of extreme stomach pain and low blood pressure.

The mother started to think. She knew this wasn’t normal. She knew it has something to do with the water-Clorox treatment. It all started after the treatment was performed.

     The mother stopped the treatment, an action that enraged the father.  He believed that his family is now dirty and not worthy in the religion.  His initial reaction was to give a bigger percent of his salary as his tithe and everything he acquires he donates in the church.  Believing that this was the only way he could put his family in salvation.  But in the Philippines, the children grew healthier after stopping the treatment.  They never needed to be confined in a hospital once more.

Although the family was happy in the way they were already in at that time, the eldest son started feeling pain in his stomach. He kept it to himself, knowing the horror his mother had been through with the two younger children being hospitalized. But signs showed off. His fart smelled like rotten eggs, and his shit was of color blue green, sometimes blood come out, yet he still didn’t tell anybody.

Until one day, the mother found him cringing in pain. He couldn’t even let out a word or a voice, not even a moan, because of the intense pain he was feeling. He was curled up in his bed, gasping for breath, eyes shut tightly, teeth gnashing, all because of pain. He was immediately brought to the hospital, but the hospital diagnosed it as just a simple constipation. The doctors said he just needed fibers. The mother doubted this diagnosis. She can feel her son’s pain, and she couldn’t figure out how could this intense pain be merely constipation. She took him right to Manila Medical Center, wherein the two younger children were hospitalized before. At the Manila Medical Center, the doctors told the mother that they need to open him up immediately. They diagnosed that he could die if an operation wouldn’t be conducted. The mother gave in.

After a few hours, the doctors were proved to be right. He only had a few more minutes of life if the part causing the pain hadn’t been removed. One-fourth of his small intestines was gangrene and rotting. A bowl full of rotting intestines was shown to the mother, claiming it was from her son’s inside.

Hell hath no fury than a woman’s scorn. The mother knew right then and there that it was the treatment that caused this. Her beloved first born, almost died of a stupid and non-sense religious order, which she followed just because she was being a good member.

She immediately filed a lawsuit against the church. In 1988, civil and criminal cases were declared against the foreign church, in Makati City Court. Newspapers like People’s Tonight and The Philippine Daily Inquirer feature it in their news section. It was a tough case, but the mother stood up with courage and a heart of stone.

The father immediately went home upon hearing what happened. Not to support his family in the battle they were facing, but to stop his wife from actually filing the lawsuits. He believed it was not a good thing to sue the church. He believed that God would punish them if they sue. It took a lot of threats from the mother before the father gave in to her demands. He didn’t want to get sued by his family because he had no money to defend himself.

With these actions, the family started to drift apart. As the trial went on, they put a face of a tight and well-bonded family. Yet, inside the love they used to have left them. The father continued to go to church. The eldest son continued to defend the father, even though he wasn’t his real father, and the father’s beliefs. The youngest son grew with fury in his heart. The youngest one, the girl, grew traumatized, confused and shaken by these happenings. She just didn’t grow weak with hyperacidity at a very young age and rectum disorder, she also grew up unhappy and alienated.

     It was summer of 1995, as the end of the trial came nearer, that the family left each other and went their own ways.  The eldest son took his wife with him, so did the youngest son.  The father continued to attend the church with even more devotion than he had before.  The mother and the daughter lived together and found peace for the first time.

After almost ten years of court battle, the verdict came out. Despite the sympathy the judge showed during the hearing, the judge decided in favor of the church. Whispers around the City Court were spread that the judge was paid. The family lost both in court and in life. They filed and follow up in the Court of Appeals, wherein it still sits in five judges’ tables waiting to be reviewed and find the justice it longed for.

I thought religions are there to straighten up somebody’s life. I thought they are supposed to help a lost lamb back to its herd, to its right path.

I guess that is just a thought. And adding a very dangerous religion to a man with fanaticism tendencies, I suppose that is something to be afraid of. Be terrified when this happens to you. You wouldn’t know what they would to. What they shall order next. They might seem to be a simple and innocent looking religion. But who knows, they might be a cult already… or a CIA front to manipulate people they recruit.  Because, fanaticism is a form of insanity that can be manipulated and programmed to your own bidding.

Somehow, this kind of insanity doesn’t have any cure, because technically the fanatic person is normal. Nothing is wrong about him, he just believes in one thing too much. There was nothing wrong about the father, he just loves his brethren so much that he’d do everything that they will. Even jump off a 30-floor building… headfirst… without a cushion to save his fall…

Crazy huh? Well that is life. That is how life messes up with you. $#*% happens, it is said everyday. This $#*% happens… but not to everybody.

     Good GOD, thank you it’s finished…

I don’t need to drink Clorox anymore.

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