Jaime T. Licauco obtained his Master in Business Management (MBM) degree as a scholar from the Asian Institute of Management (AIM) and his Bachelor of Arts (AB) degree, major in Philosophy and English (Magna Cum Laude) from San Beda College in Manila. During the 100th Anniversary of San Beda College’s founding in October 2001, he was named one of the “Bedans of the Century” for Literature.
He is today considered the Philippines’ foremost authority on inner mind development, creative and intuitive management, paranormal phenomena, and Philippine mysticism. He has written seventeen (17) best-selling books and numerous articles on these subjects during the last 25 years. He is also co-author of “Intuition at Work” a book published in San Francisco, California. He has appeared as guest in numerous television and radio programs in the Philippines and even abroad.
On April 16, 2012, the Marinduque State College awarded him a Doctor of Humanities Degree (Honoris Causa) for his outstanding achievements in the fields of higher consciousness, paranormal research and Philippine mysticism.
He retired as anchor of the radio program Inner Mind on Radio over DZMM on December 31, 2013 after 21 years of continues weekly service. And in DWIZ radio and anchors a program called Kapangyarihan ng Isip which ended last April 2015. He also wrote articles for Graphic Magazine.
He was born on July 25, 1940 in San Juan, Metro Manila, and is married to the former Yolanda Campos by whom he has 3 children. They live in Parañaque, a city south of Manila. Mr. Licauco is a direct blood descendant (great, great grandson) of the illustrious 19th century Filipino painter, Damian Domingo.
The morning sun greets the day
with a shaft of light.
Yonder floats the cloud
of brilliant white.
Over the horizon comes a ship
bringing tidings of happy memories.
Listen, then, to the voices of the past,
for therein lies the truth
no one could fathom.
Remember me in your prayers,
prayers of Joy and Happiness:
For once I was a child like you,
seeking Truth in the Universe.
Behold, I have grown old in wisdom,
much as you would be.
Seek not the pleasures of the flesh alone,
for therein lies the trap of many.
Seek ye first the kingdom of heaven,
and everything else will be added unto you.
Sail on, Sturdy Ship! Sail on!
For over the horizon lies hope,
The rainbow comes after the rain.
Sail on!
“The night drowns out the brightness of the sun.
Plunging the entire earth in darkness.
The little bird cowers in fear,
Not knowing where to lay its head to rest;
Waiting for the dawn to break,
the dawn that never comes.
Softly it flutters its little wings,
Across the desolate land.
Yonder shines the moon,
Giving off its soft light.
Not a single creature stirs,
Save but a little worm in its burrow.
Sadness fills the air,
The little bird sighs
Its last breath
Before the break of dawn.”
Written during the I.G.Y. 1957-58
(At first arrived the Atomic Age, Then Sputniks made the Scientific rage)
The solitary moon with pride ascends the skies,
In which she held complete dominion;
But man, envious and proud,
Believed that he could match the work of God.
Then flew earth-satellites in the heavens above,
To rival the moon’s beauty,
Which romantic couples love,
Man committed the sin of blasphemy!
Two lovers stroll along the park,
No longer do they look above.
The moon, now only a forgotten mark,
No longer does it lovers move.
“Though they like it no more,
Although no earthman looks at it with awe,
Yet Poet still finds beauty in its glow;
For him, ‘tis inimitable, not even by bold lore.
Ah, clearly I remember,
The night we two together
Sat alone,
In your lawn;
We talked in silence and at ease,
But, oh, what we felt was perfect bliss!
Lighted only by the moon above,
I saw your smile, the smile I love.
And, at the moment, I at once knew
The one I love is only you.
My love for you no longer can I hide;
Though at first my stubborn heart endured,
But in your beauty my conquered heart was lured,
“Tis in vain to veil it, though I tried.
If I did not at first my love reveal,
It was for fear you might my love be little,
Or was it for fear your mind startle?
No matter what, no more can it I conceal.
When lay I in one of my sleepless nights
I do sometimes recall to mind,
The chance I have so foolishly left behind,
The chance you too might have loved me.
But in those silent days, my love did grow,
It gave me ample time to contemplate;
Thought I, ‘tis better to be sure though it be late.
That you’re the only girl for me, only this I know.
If you in Marlowe’s verse believe,
That, “It lies not in our power to love or hate,
For will in us is overruled by fate,”
Then ‘tis no fault of mine if my love to you I give.
