Jessica Perez Dimalibot's Blog: An Author's Unflitered Note
January 19, 2021
Under the Rabbit's Spell — The Story behind Wind Bells
On the night of January 2016, I dreamt that I was chasing a rabbit. I was led into an abandoned building, and inside was a girl close to my age. She was unconscious, and as I tried waking her up, a huge mechanical robot appeared before us. We were petrified because our destiny was concealed. In the midst of darkness, of debris, and of moonlights, on those four corners of the room, it was trailing us down, trying to sabotage us. Red threads were surrounding us, connecting me and the girl; but we managed to defeat it.
As we walked out, we bid goodbye and went separate ways. She was off to the village, and I stayed in the forest. Then, the rabbit was in my sight once more. Me being a curious head, I followed it again. Next thing I know I was in a paradise — butterflies, dragonflies, roses, daisies, dandelions, waterfalls, and rivers exhibited. I dive into the falls, and I felt the rush of water touching my skin, yet was so gentle. Change of setting, I was brought up to the heavens — speckles of lights and colors of yellow, blue, green, and indigo. I was being held like a baby, so pure and divine. For the first time in my entire life, I’ve felt the safeness, that there’s this Highest Love nurturing us. There’s this whisper, “Child, it’s okay; you are safe.”
I woke up in an ethereal state. I was anticipating that maybe the year to come would be delightful and winning. Apparently, it was the other way around. I spent a year full of depression and hurdles. How many tears, how many nightmares to end all these? I was desperate to change everything as if my time was running out “…tick tock, tick tock, tick tock...” Fast forward to 2017, I decided to watch the film, Alice Through the Looking Glass. I was surprised to see the similarities between Alice’s struggles to my own. In the climax scene, the so-called group of “60 seconds” robots transformed into a huge one. This robot was the same one that I’ve seen in my dream. It made me realize that somehow we might be all connected, even for a fraction. Or possibly what we’re looking for.
Things will not make sense in the most needed time. Some are brave to tessellate, to astral, to time travel. Some wish to stay and just be. Some choices are done by the depth of consequences. Some choices are made by force. Some choices are made by love.
I’ve encountered and listened to people who were abused, neglected, and isolated. I’ve also encountered people who created their own happiness. As much as goodness and badness co-exist, as much as resilience is courage, we can’t deny the fact that there’s a type of suffering wherein nothing good comes out of it. Nothing good comes out from certain heart-rending experiences, because without these, we would still thrive for our virtues, stand to our principles, accept defeats, be irrational in moments, learn things, and heal what we can for this lifetime.
Kindness should not be a privilege, as it is ethical to be shared naturally. Humanness together with empathy will save us. This is what Wind Bells embodies. This is the charm of Wind Bells. There’s a piece of you in here — whether reconciliation, a form of collective energy healing, source of inspiration, a gateway for emotions, rage, and justice, balancing masculinity and femininity, harnessing your intuition — wherever you are I hope it reaches. I hope it reaches you.
We persevere in our own ways. We fight to end misogyny, racism, mental health stigma, double standards that women face, homophobia, hypocrisy, and prejudice. It is our right to be safe and free. Karapatan nating maging panatag at malaya.
As we walked out, we bid goodbye and went separate ways. She was off to the village, and I stayed in the forest. Then, the rabbit was in my sight once more. Me being a curious head, I followed it again. Next thing I know I was in a paradise — butterflies, dragonflies, roses, daisies, dandelions, waterfalls, and rivers exhibited. I dive into the falls, and I felt the rush of water touching my skin, yet was so gentle. Change of setting, I was brought up to the heavens — speckles of lights and colors of yellow, blue, green, and indigo. I was being held like a baby, so pure and divine. For the first time in my entire life, I’ve felt the safeness, that there’s this Highest Love nurturing us. There’s this whisper, “Child, it’s okay; you are safe.”
I woke up in an ethereal state. I was anticipating that maybe the year to come would be delightful and winning. Apparently, it was the other way around. I spent a year full of depression and hurdles. How many tears, how many nightmares to end all these? I was desperate to change everything as if my time was running out “…tick tock, tick tock, tick tock...” Fast forward to 2017, I decided to watch the film, Alice Through the Looking Glass. I was surprised to see the similarities between Alice’s struggles to my own. In the climax scene, the so-called group of “60 seconds” robots transformed into a huge one. This robot was the same one that I’ve seen in my dream. It made me realize that somehow we might be all connected, even for a fraction. Or possibly what we’re looking for.
Things will not make sense in the most needed time. Some are brave to tessellate, to astral, to time travel. Some wish to stay and just be. Some choices are done by the depth of consequences. Some choices are made by force. Some choices are made by love.
I’ve encountered and listened to people who were abused, neglected, and isolated. I’ve also encountered people who created their own happiness. As much as goodness and badness co-exist, as much as resilience is courage, we can’t deny the fact that there’s a type of suffering wherein nothing good comes out of it. Nothing good comes out from certain heart-rending experiences, because without these, we would still thrive for our virtues, stand to our principles, accept defeats, be irrational in moments, learn things, and heal what we can for this lifetime.
Kindness should not be a privilege, as it is ethical to be shared naturally. Humanness together with empathy will save us. This is what Wind Bells embodies. This is the charm of Wind Bells. There’s a piece of you in here — whether reconciliation, a form of collective energy healing, source of inspiration, a gateway for emotions, rage, and justice, balancing masculinity and femininity, harnessing your intuition — wherever you are I hope it reaches. I hope it reaches you.
We persevere in our own ways. We fight to end misogyny, racism, mental health stigma, double standards that women face, homophobia, hypocrisy, and prejudice. It is our right to be safe and free. Karapatan nating maging panatag at malaya.
