“Sa malayon ha nabunkal”, the sky is circular, it is said in Olaging the Epic Song of the Bukidnon, and the Sun guarantees this circularity. With the arrival of the Muslims before and the Spaniards later the circle was straightened and called History and the aboriginal people begun to hear terms like “past, present and future”. Very soon they found that they were just a fraction of a linear time that had already thousands of years of age. Years lost or earned for them? Difficult to say. Difficult to calculate even today when the calendar is saying that 2009 years have gone for good, but adding, at the numbers and names of the days, the dates  and faces of the four lunar phases.  For the calendar is not important the goal, where we are heading, but the resumption of the cycle. As a local proverb says: Bisan ano ka lawid ang prusisyon, magbalik man sa simbahan gihapon (for how much long is a procession always returns in church). Eternal but recurrent return that Institutions, Governments and Religions use in their liturgies, sacred and profane, allowing themselves to mantain a linear course of the time towards a more and more delayed to a final goal.

With the arrival of the great Religions, the indigenous people began also to hear words as:  The End of the World (or the Day of the Judgment in part similar among the Great Religions). Even today some believe that the End is imminent for the presence in the World of an Anti-christ or a Dark Messiah (muslims call him Dajjal) and the necessity of a Holy War against his army. But it is only a matter of Scriptures that very few have time to read and interpret. At the End, anyway it is written that what God had already planned in the beginnig will arrived. Islam arrived in the Philippines 600 years after its foundation and the Christianity 1500 years after the birth of Jesus. But after so many years the approach of the end had already lost its original freshness, liveliness, novelty and fear. Today like yesterday, people waking up at the crow of the rooster only asks to survive for the next 24 hours and the End of the World remains a vague religious metaphor. Today more than ever the believers in the Creator and in the Merciful God do not ask the Grace of a nice End but of a long life, generous in goods, happiness and technology. Perhaps the After-Christ is not at all a history with an End already forecasted and written but a cycling return to the past and for the little people, like the aboriginal Aetas orAti, more a timorous waiting of a different moon ang morning .

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