…. manoel ….
i am manoel, a native of maybunga, who had read some interesting data and facts about some of the prominent families of the old pasig who was encouraged to make a genealogical research for personal filing and preservation of our name, as an appreciation of the supposedly unbiased and objective accounts of some writers/historians on family roots.
my personal thanks to them and I hope to learn more about my own patrilineal and matrilenial blood lines to our forefathers, who I sincerely believe, were among the earliest ancestors of the malayan race of the tagalog kingdom or “kahariang mabunga” in a forgotten “lalawigan” in the island of gold now called as Luzon.
i worked as a manager in the machinery sales division of one of the leading engineering firms in the country after being employed for about seven years with the government doe, and a year or two as special police investigator assigned with the mayor’s office of a city government.
my father, hermenigildo, was a descendant of tagalog maginoo natives agustin and martin of the pre-colonial past who also belonged to the line of ancient noble brothers gregorio and maximo who were ancestors of siblings mathias, enrique, magdalena and juan whose parents were gabriel pinga and maria jose from whom all the landholdings of their pinga ancestors were bestowed to the government and the catholic church, under the name “lupang payatas” or promised lands.
the great parents both lived somewhere in the years 1600 or 1700 in the tagalog lands of the ancient forgotten lalawigan of mabunga that was in existence with the other provinces such as kalilaya, kabikulan, kumintang and iloko even before the advent of christ, buddha, mohammed and the rest from the west.
the maternal blood of my father came from the santos clan, whose member originated the tagalog balarila and whose name was known to me since i was young from the stories of my mother dorotea of the juan and jacinto clans of bulacan, from which a person named emilio of the katipunan era was better known.
from old folks and close relatives, i came to know that two pinga brother-ancestors were the rulers of an ancient placed called lupaing mabunga in katagalugan, better known as “kaharian” of the “pulo ng ginto”, being true tagalog brother-warriors in the long forgotten past.
coincidence perhaps that these souls lived in the same or near the period of a failed chinese invasion when the ming dynasty sent its generals to establish an extension of its kingdom in our lands sometime in 1574 or earlier.
the period was also within the time frame of the kingdom of talawisi which was ruled by a “maguinoong babaye”, a tagalog princess named “dibuka” that was renamed as “urdujah” in the story of a mohammedan ibn batuta from morroco .
writers with a misplaced colonial mentality however had taken the pain of reducing the chronicled accounts as a myth as they identified her as a famed muslim or moroccan traveler, and that the elephant on which she was riding was far from truth.
this makes me wonder that anyone who belongs to the same mold of non-believers of batuta, and even marco polo, will come out to contradict the supposition that my ancestors were gallant tagalog warriors who fought and defended the forgotten mabunga, that was a kingdom in truth, against the intruders and invaders in the like of chinaman limahong or japanese sioco who actually escaped to the kingdom of iloko in the northern part of our island as pirates or corsairs to add more mixtures to the races in our island.
even another rizal of chinese heritage, or a bonifacio of the authentic magdiwang of katipunan, will not be enough to take the cudgel, even the reincarnation of a certain father odorico who came to our islands several decades before magellan, to serve as witness in defense of my thesis.
to overkill the insulent power my spirit shall also summon dan brown to crack down these powerful destroyers of faith and dreams, and make a book out of it, as as he did to the last supper, mona liza and da vince.
then, I would backtrack my trace of paternal bloodline from the years 1700’s and farther, when one of my forefathers married a woman named maria jose, or to the earlier years of 1500’s, or maybe even deeper to the 9th or 10th century.
prominence of the pinga descendants were initially inscribed in the streets of manila but were slowly and gradually erased in the memories of our so-called historians, save the ibaloi tribe of the mountains that believed and swore in the name of pinga that dibuka (urdujah) ruled or reigned over them in the spirit of their anito.
i can also move back the hands of time to the early years of the christian calendar but I would need the scientologists to back me up on this, not the common, local and foreign pretenders who have fed mankind with falsehood and myths from their colonial minds.
without doubt, I can say that dibuka or urduha, if one says so, was a princess who belonged to the highest class in a kingdom called “lupaing malaya” or freedom land, feared but respected even by the natives beyond the seas because she was truly a tagalog dayang-dayang, a very young lass at that who was only beginning to bloom as a woman, as in a precious flower.
i cannot help but have faith in folk stories for the same reason that men of history and geology have accepted, hook, line and sinker, the theory of land bridges in our archipelago using artifacts as evidences, inspite of the stubborn denials of foreign scholars and non-natives of the island, such as those who flatly dismissed galileo’s helioccentric theory and assertions about the sun and the earth and the universe.
These are the same people who rendered all out support to the “discoverers” of our archipelago, named it lazarus, then “felipinas”, branded our natives as indios and moros, instead of malayans, and even mistook the inhabitants of another continent as indians, instead of aztecs, mayans and incas.
for them, our earth belonged only to the western world, and it is the center of their universe where they lived with glory and grandeur among the copernicans, never having in their thoughts that somewhere in our times, truth will be out to document the genuine existence of a lost heritage, contrary to what was popularly heralded to the world.
and who would ever expect that the clock of time could come up with the name Pangaea as the supercontinent billion of years ago?
to my simple mind, the picayune evidence of a laguna copper plate inscriptions from the river of lumban near the lake of laguna can somewhat be credible to the present time, that there were elephants during the time of maginoo or dayang-dayang dibuka, and that she was a gibberish speaking lass who led an army of amazons, shall not be dismissed anymore like a figment of imagination of gulliver just because she spoke a different tongue, which to my mind was in a pure tagalog baybayin.
nothing is impossible in a given history and the author of the book da vinci code has provided our new generation with more radical insights about history, at the same time giving us the courage to deviate from the established norms concerning our past.
the so-called professors of history need not collaborate with my assertions for all I ask for is another antoon postma to read the secret kawi or kabi scripts on the missing pages of copper plates, or another enterprising human to decipher the truth about the old tagalog malay tongue written by our ancient fathers on a clay pot or “gusi” made of bronze, or the mysterious scripts chiseled on paper plates made of gold, if and when found underneath the muds of the ilog wawa of the enchanted mabunga.
others say that my name is an archaic tagalog word for “mandirigma” that some dictionary authors used to describe as ancient warriors with a derogatory meaning such as trouble makers, without a deep study of the meaning and origin of the word.
a more ancient meaning was known as “spirit of the river dwellers”, while to the shamans it was a helping female spirit bringing to fore that fact that our own babaylan and katalunan would need the intercession of the good spirit or “diwa ng kabutihan, kagalingan at kawanggawa, o mga diwata” for their healing powers against the bad ones.
in a given time in the past, the name was meant to be a noble warrior or “mandirigma”, forgotten literal meaning of which was “peace and order keeper”, not “trouble makers” nowadays to my deep regret.
even in indo-china and countries in the south east, and even in america, africa, asia, australia and pacific islands, there were villages and clans bearing the very same word as their name, that can provide another venue of interpretation of its origin.
one record of our oral history also revealed that a group of pinga warriors were invited as mercenaries to support a number of european invasion in those colonial times, and that the island-base of pinga operations was corsica during before the time of bonaparte.
the same thing happened in korea in not a distant past, in iraq and eminently in congo and even in the continental america and pacific.
i trust not to deviate much from my supposition that those concerned lost pinga families became “natives” of far away lands, but with roots originating from the kingdom of mabunga in the island of gold, in the land of the free or “lupaing malaya”, which was mistaken in the erroneous past to be malaysia or even malaya, a shame for this misnomer, indeed.
a departed soul, maestrang miren geronimo, told me in my grade school, stories about “donya magdalena, sampayang ginto, lupang payatas, lupang pare, ilog wawa, gusi ng mga ginto’t hiyas, lihim ng puntod, amang bundok, inang bundok, gobernadorcillos at maginoo sa mabunga” whose common reference was surprisingly rhymed and spelled exactly with my name.
if my deductions and additions in our sungka of bulilang were correct, there are other related families whose bloodline i cannot yet ascertain, but was assured by my relatives and well meaning inhabitants of our place that “basta taglay at gamit ang iyong apelyido, tiyak kamag-anak ninyo na iisa ang pinag-ugatan at galing sa mabunga … iisa ang inyong pinanggalingan”.
long departed old folks and originals of our place said it in another way- “basta taglay ang inyong pangalan, tiyak na kalahi ninyo na isa ang pinagmulan at yan ay kahariang ng mabunga”, that made me ponder more on how and why some old, old roads and highways in luzon are still called “daang-hari”.
recently, I learned that personalities in the entertainment industry and national politics and governments have the same noble roots and origin in pinga, like salazar, sanog, concepcion, santiago, manuel, santos, cruz, caballes, bernal, guevarra, san juan, marcelo, bernal, salonga, andolong, ginoo, guerrero, rason, penya, marcelo, pena, pigna and many countless others, either by blood or marriage.
i also commit the right to tell my own family that my forefathers in the past belonged to the class of maginoo that traces its own origin from the gremio de naturales, gobernadorcillos and the principalias who became the earliest leaders in reverence to the true heritage of the past.
i also learned from a noted writer that a certain juan renamed his surname to marcelo, and bequeathed his own wealth and properties to his townmates, similar to what was was done by his sister magdalena to her personal wealth and inheritance from their maginoo ancestors who had direct correlation with the famed “lupaing payatas”.
these ancestral lands were originally owned by the tagalog nobility whose name I bear, and equally glad to know that glicerio geronimo, macario sakay, monica and ladislaw diwa belonged to the same clan of my forefathers.
i cannot be a history writer and I do not pretend to be one as I have no possession of records and documents used by so called historians, yet i have dared write essays on my own recollection of stories of people and places I heard and learned from the past.
therefore, it is my wish to see materials and references of any documents which can help me personally assess the past for the sake of our own future, and also longed to read or own a copy of the last will and testament of dona magdalena about lupang payatas and lupang pare, which is being held in secrecy in our history vaults of the national archives, aptly called as “sinupang” in tagalog.
time and money is a clear hindrance and the failing eyesight and reflexes shall slow me down due to high blood pressure with an enlarged heart making this blow crude and amateurish, and largely dependent, but not definitely not reliant, on written works of other researchers and writers.
i believe that no one can be prominent without eminence in his heart, and anyone notorious in fame and wealth cannot claim decency in his name if the stake is borne out of greed and ignorance … one can be poor and underprivileged, but must be exacting in the search for truth that is embedded with social consciousness.
In retrospect, I consider the virtues of a true maginoo, a genuine noble spirit so overwhelmed with benevolence, to be my only guiding light in this life.