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Meet Kieran, a busker! He is a rising indie artist in the Philippines. Follow his story to follow his journey.
From busking, discover how he found his way in making it to the scene in his local community full of creative individuals, all wanting to fulfill their dreams. Here is Kieran’s story hoping to inspire and radiate positive message to anyone in the same journey. – @IntrvrtdPyrld
These are photos we took years ago during Kieran’s early days in his journey…
Just like many, who were often hustling their way along Session Road, the popular street in Baguio City, street performances and gimmicks of many kind would just cross your path or gaze in a flash. Until one time passers-by just couldn’t keep going. That made them stopped, then looked at the sunflower worn on the wrist of a cool dude strumming his guitar, and listened to his music.
No doubt, a dose of positive vibes shot everybody’s senses with a good mood and authentic heartfelt singing radiated among the people on this busy street.
This is Kieran or Kieran Salidummay, or now more popular as Kieran Il Mago.
Kieran has been embraced in Baguio City as one of the buskers who never gave up despite the challenges of busking business in the country.
Around this same time of last year our friends had the chance to catch him in one of his performances. We were so glad to catch up with him and be able to speak with him.
Get to know Kieran as he shares his story…
“Busking is not that easy. There are times buskers or street performers like me get treated like beggars. Some would like what you do, but there will always be those who would throw frowns at you,” shared Kieran.
He travels around nearby cities around Baguio in Philippines, like La Union and in Manila to busk, share music and “radiate positive vibes!”
“I love singing, music is what I have always wanted to do,” he said. Kieran also performs in cafes and restos in the famous city! “Busking had already brought me to different places and offered me a lot of opportunities, I met friends who supported me all through out and friends who I just met and connected with them immediately“, Kieran introspected during his early days chasing his dreams.
@ Post-O-Graph #13
A lot of challenges intersect anyone who wants to pursue his dreams. Kieran is no different.
Shedding his vulnerabilities he opened-up, “I’ve been through doubts and depression , thinking that I have nowhere to go. I lived in streets for a while, I almost gave up. But eventually I found hope. I thank the people who believed in me, my friends who I met along the way helped me.” Kieran was the lead singer of the band “Leafy Eye” an indie music band rising in the Manila music scene. He experienced performing with famous local musicians in the Philippines. As time tests young and growing artists in this scene, disappointments teaches any individual to find his/her own identity in the pursuit of making authentic music. The band eventually went on their separate ways.
This is where Kieran discovered the adventure-full life of busking.
“I’m glad I did not give up. When nothing seems to be happening I almost gave up. One time while in the streets, I was desperate for help. Then help happened. I realized that there is Someone out there who sees us in our darkest times, even if we really don’t search for Him.” Good people and individuals who believe in Kieran’s talent reached out to him and supported him back on his feet, and once again on the move around the streets to busk and make music.
“Hold on to your dreams, do it for those who cared and loved you.” – Kieran
Acoustica Hermitica is available @ Bookends in Baguio City, Philippines. Contact Kieran on his FB Page for more about his album.
All photos by Sci-Lense. 2017. Sci-Lense is a community page for promoting local Filipino and other indigenous art, knowledge, innovations and stories from the Philippines. #supportlocal use this hashtag to promote and support local artists in your community.
The hand motioned two dots closer before it hits number “12”. On its opposite end, the shorter hand hangs motionless.
3…2…1… I counted. It says “6” on the clock by the wall inside the house. Outside, rippling silhouettes of leaves and twigs drew on the bluish-black, almost gray sky, but with streaks of indigo.
It was getting dark. It has been in a very long time since I saw these patterns outlined the horizons. The sky has been pouring for weeks; morning ’til evening. It was non-stop. But tonight, it’s a rain-less night.
The evening closed in and then suddenly, the neighborhood’s power got cut. Before I could complain that I’ll be spending time with the dark, it’s the rain-less night that got my attention.
With the absence of lights gleaming at the stark community, darkness blanketed my view. There’s only the stillness and silence, which gave clarity of a rain-less night; And the finally clear evening is a night to thank for.
Weeks earlier, I have been praying for the stealth winds to subside and the pouring to stop. I missed the sun.
I missed the warmth and working under the sun. With no worrying on how to stay dry and continue the task needs to be done for the day.I counted not only seconds, hours, but days. It was raining for almost a month.
Though I know I have no total control, I prayed for a little sun…
Still, not a streak nor a dot peaked through the pouring clouds. I missed the moments whenit was a walk in a sunshine and it seemed God answers every prayer; even those which are trivial like cancelling the rain when you need to get out or when you forget to bring an umbrella.
Then God answered this silly prayer, but in a rather twisted way. His way.
God did not give me the sun, but He sure stopped the rain. With that I knew the One who hears is teaching me something. The rain-less night, is a night for a lesson learned.
Have you ever had those times when you get prayers unanswered. Questions remained and your view of a situation is just cloudy. Disappointments were unavoidable; frustrations after frustrations. Troubles seemed non-stop. We doubted if God really hears. We doubted if we had the right kind of faith too.
We expect God to answer in a certain, more bearable way: our way. We ask, “God, just a little sun,”…”Lord just a little help… if not make this problem go away,”…”I’m not asking for a miracle, God, just a small dot of hope…” We ask, “Why?”… “Lord, why not?”
When the rains in life are relentless, it is the best season our prayers be restless. “Pray continually, give thanks in all circumstances; for this is God’s will for you in Christ. (1 Thes. 5 17-18).”Faith and obedience in God is not by how fast we get answers, or be blessed by how we want to experience blessings. God is never dependent on people’s choices. He still and does answer prayers, it is just not in a way we understand.
For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways, declares the Lord. For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts than your thoughts
God may not always stop the rain during the day when we need it. Sometimes He needs us to wait for the night, to wait and hope in the night.
It is dark. But it is in darkness where He wants to show certain patterns revealing His
ways, which He can not make us see during the day, when there’s too much light blocking our sight.
When things seems to go our way, and prayers get answered immediately we tend to rely on our own efforts in knowing God. Thinking we must have been doing what is right. It would be impossible for God to punish ’cause we read the Bible, we serve, we had finally achieved being perfect servants. We think, “God can not withhold me His blessings, I’m giving glory to Him.” We only see things our way, in our own limited understanding of what God seeks in a person’s character and faith.
In the night, when we cannot see, we learn to depend on a single source of light. We can’t trust on our own capacity anymore. When we cannot see troubles in life end, and we cannot get answers clearly anymore, the night teaches us to wait, to expect for day to come.
We rest in the night and hope in the Lord. He is teaching us patience in times we are uncertain.
We can only trust in the One in control when we feel frustrated and nothing we see happening swerves our troubles and pain. We tried to drive our own way, or even please God just to receive what we know we deserve. We manipulate faith by following “christianized” self-help strategies from books, wisdom from famous authors-pastors, trainings, workshops, etc. We do good and we create a walk-in-a-sunshine lifestyle. But self-efforts in trying to be right in the Lord’s sight leads us to meeting our own desires and not His. The night teaches us to open our eyes and see things wider; deeper if not clear as the day.
Trust and confidence in God is alone dependent on Him, on His character and wisdom.
He is an all-knowing parent, He patiently reminds us in times of uncertainty that we can not do things our own, but He is here with us. He is gently guiding us instructions (the Bible), not only for us to follow but also to know what He promises. Prayer is our basic strategy God taught us to face life’s storms and aftermaths. Prayer is God’s way not only for us to seek answers but also seek the One who gives answers. We search God’s heart, His voice, His character, His help.
He is a friend who listens in the silence of hearts and desires a close walk with us in both still and stormy weather.
When prayers seemed unanswered, trust God, His Word through Jesus. He works with perfect understanding of seasons. His hand is always in motion, even if slow; He is making plans in His perfect time according to His relentless love for us.
Trust in Him, O people; pour out your hearts before Him. God is our refuge.
Psalm 62:8 (NIV)
We had thanked God for sunny days. Have you thanked Him for a rainless night? Look outside, tonight might just be the perfect night.
Post-O-Graph# 10: Flawed but valuable. “Some days you may feel worthless, remember, you may be flawed but you are valuable.” by @IntrvrtdPyrld. Baguio City. (A nature photography challenge photo. Taken 2016)
“Flawed but valuable”
Those who love nature, accept its flaws.
Even God’s valuable creations are made with imperfections; yet still, we are loved!
As people, our flaws may be physical limitations, weaknesses, lack of skills or intelligence but we are loved by a Creator who serves as our strength, who knows our best and uses us for a purpose.
Little birds, withering grass, and unscented flowers are all made by The Mighty. They do not have to be perfect but they lived and persisted; they exist for a reason and so do we.
Some days you may feel worthless, remember, you may be flawed but you are valuable.
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We all have stories. Though not everything is told, some may come in pictures and fragments of thoughts. In any way we all have something to share. Hoping to connect with many of you amazing individuals in the coming seasons this section will be called Post-O-Graph.
This is just another read about depression. For those who do not want to understand, there is really nothing we can do about that. But for those who want to understand and for those who need to be understood…
Depression is Like…
I don’t want to eat…
I don’t want to sleep.
I cannot go to work. I’m going to bed.
I don’t want to sleep.
I’m sleeping now.
I have slept. Oh no. I’m gonna eat.
I feel sleepy. I’m not eating.
I’m eating now. I have class. I’m going to work.
I don’t want to eat.
I’m sleepy. I have to work. I will work.
I have to keep going; I ‘m going to take bath
I don’t want to sleep.
What is it again?
Oh no; not again…
Oh yes, I have class.
I have to work. I will work. I have to go.
I’m going to take bath. I’ve said that already
It’s been 3 hours since
I’m still eating. I’m still sleepy
No. I’m tired.
I need to go to bath. Now.
I have class. I have to work.
I don’t want to eat.
I don’t want to sleep.
I don’t want to sleep.
Depression. What is it really like?
We could only use many different words to tell what it is. Honestly, it goes differently the same to each person battling it. It becomes a personal unique experience across individuals. We can only use too many different words to describe it. How is it felt? Is it even real or just an over reaction to sadness? How it happened. How it did not happen. How it starts or is it ever going to end?
For those who are in the actual battle
Those who know, know.
Those who are in the actual battle know. They know they need help and they know they need to overcome. They know their battle and they will know victory when it happens.
They have been in the worst times so they know when they see the path to recovery when it comes; They never give up and they would not waste a streak of energy left of them just to have a moment of “better times”. The people close to them can choose if they want to be a part of the help when they find it.
Those who have been in the actual battle knows more than just mere words. There are times depression occurs with no words to express it at all.
Fragments of thoughts
This fragmented poem are just scribbles of my own experience. They just might be silly thoughts for you.
These are just words to show NOT what depression really is; but just what depression is like. One thing comes for sure: depression is not “me.”
In these fragments of thoughts one can see into an episode which translates to an untold journey of how depression can affect someone. It is actually in these fragments of thoughts of the individual with depression, when the experience is a reality and the struggle happens daily.
Many still have doubts if depression is an illness. When the worse happens and the news surprised us by people taking their own life; and depression is equated with the act of suicide; worst is the act equated the person’s life. There was no chance to see that once, these people battled with their thoughts and they lived with a fight.
Often, those who want to understand friends or loved ones with depression searched for specific, detailed account of an experience so they can fully grasp and be able to give help. But it is in these fragmented thoughts where people miss the obvious and avoid paying their attention.
These words cannot really tell what depression looks like for everyone; they can relate to what depression is like for someone.
When one can relate, it opens a stream of hope and and a willing ear to better hear and understand one’s battle with depression. Help happens when finally a moment is lend to give up one’s thoughts of what a mental illness is or is not; depression is not just taking one’s own life or exaggerated sadness. We learn to accept that when someone describes what depression is like, we then know that depression is not that person.
Hoping to have various pieces from different lives of people, this collection will be titled “Post-O-Graph”. Found on the Art & Poetry section of this blog, different forms of artistic expressions would be featured.