Life So Mundane in Batangas
Showing posts with label Paranormal. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Paranormal. Show all posts

28 December 2016

What was He Seeing before He Passed on? Chronicling my Brother’s Seeming Deathbed Visions
Image credit:  Sai Rapture.

That my older brother had cancer was discovered around Holy Week this year; and from the time of this unnerving discovery, although none of us was to know it at the time, he only had until the end of November to live. When he passed on, he was just over a month past the age of 60, something that he called a milestone that he was proud to have achieved.


Phone Call from a Murdered DLSL Employee?

My bulky old Ericsson phone.  A missed call notification has remained a mystery to this day.

The Coast to Coast program that I listen to in the morning had a guest today who was a psychic researcher; and among the things that she talked about in her interview with the host was communication from the other side. Most of the things she talked about were things that we Filipinos will be open to. Indeed, unlike most western cultures, we will not quickly dismiss phenomena which cannot be explained in a scientific manner.


17 October 2014

The Aswang in Batangas Scare

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“Hala ka may aswang!” I overheard a neighbour admonish her toddler this morning.

A smirk came almost involuntarily to my lips. That was as time-tested an admonition if ever there was one. I use to hear that an awful lot when I was small; and indeed Social Science books explained that the aswang was a mythical creature that was invented by parents of yore to coax children to go to sleep.

Or was it? Because to this day, people are as likely to scare each other with aswang tales as our ancestors did long before the age of electronic entertainment.


08 December 2013

People Who Can See the Souls of the Dead

Late Friday afternoons, ABS-CBN’s Atom Araullo has this documentary special on the paranormal called ‘Hiwaga.’ I have always had an interest in the paranormal, so if the episode is not too creepy, I watch.

Last Friday, Araullo’s feature was on the healing priest Fr. Efren Borromeo, a.k.a. Fr. Momoy. I had not heard of him previously; and the episode was less on the healing and more on the priest’s other ‘gift.’

Fr. Momoy is able to see the souls of people who have died. The gift has been with him since childhood, but became more pronounced after he came back from a near-death experience.

It was after he was yanked back to the earthly dimension that his ability to look through human bodies – the basis for his healing – became more pronounced. Moreover, he started to see the souls of the dead.


03 September 2013

The Mysterious Call Center Identity Thief

And so it was that yesterday, my postponed get-together with my older sister finally pushed through in Alabang. Most of the talk was family, as I only meet up with her only once in a while. But my sister also works in a call centre; and whenever I meet up with her, I invariably end up asking her about...

Well, I pray the day never comes when I actually come face to face with one, but I do have a life-long fascination with things that go bump in the night. And call centres, up all night as they tend to be and located as they are mostly in large halls, seem to play host to a lot of these...

Regular readers might have browsed through two previous stories in this site that I picked up from my sister about these. But the one that she told me yesterday was nothing if not weird to a different level. This one does not just go bump in the night.


27 June 2013

The Presence Outside the Priest’s Room

This picture was taken during the very same retreat of this article.
Faculty and staff retreats and recollections are part and parcel of life in a Catholic school. Frequently, these are held during the summer break just before the start of classes, when there are still no students to worry about.

The retreats are pretty standard to Catholic schools and are often held off-campus to enable everyone to detach, at least for a couple of days, from the mundane life in school. It also allows some bonding time for members of the faculty and staff.

This one held at the Capuchin Retreat Centre up in Tagaytay in the latter part of the nineties was really quite routine. Inspirational talks, personal reflection, sharing, prayer. Pretty much off-the-shelf retreat stuff that we could all even be blasé about.


08 June 2012

Inside a Coffin and Saved by the Bell

My previous article on an idiomatic expression captured a friend’s interest enough for her to refer me to another one: ‘saved by the bell.’ As an expression in the present-day context, the phrase is used when one gets out of a potentially sticky situation in the nick of time.

The frequent assumption, and with good reason, is that the expression traces its origin to the sport of boxing. Indeed, since we are also a boxing nation, we have all seen at one time or another a boxer being pommelled with punches by his opponent who survived only because the bell fortuitously rang just before he was brought down.


21 May 2012

The White Lady of the Tamarind Tree

There used to be, just to the west of where I live, this frighteningly tall tamarind tree that in the dark of the night seemed the perfect place to find a tikbalang perched on one of the branches puffing on its large cigar. But no, bulong-bulungan in the neighbourhood was that it was a white lady that had taken residence, instead; and that once in a while, if it took her fancy, the lady would show herself to those foolhardy enough to walk past the tree in the dead of the night.

Years passed; and one day the tamarind tree was taken down and a gas station was built on the piece of land on which it once stood. That, or so I thought, was the last not only of the tamarind tree but also of the white lady stories.


01 May 2012

Concluding the Saga of the Strange Cuenca Fires

Just to conclude the saga of the strange spontaneous combustions that suddenly made the little sitio of Mambog in Cuenca, Batangas so famous, TV Patrol Southern Tagalog reported this afternoon that Mang Joe’s orasyons seem to be working. For those who do not know who Mang Joe is, click here or wait till you read the whole story. I will have another link to his story at the bottom.

At any rate, according to the TV Patrol news crew which returned to the sitio today, the spontaneous burnings have subsided enough to enable residents to enjoy a semblance of normalcy.


25 April 2012

Psychic Joe Battles Cuenca’s Engkantos

Before anything else, I apologize for writing about the mysterious Cuenca fires for the third straight post. I am so fascinated by the mystery and I applaud TV Patrol Southern Tagalog for sticking with the story and providing updates. It sure beats watching an episode of Wako-Wako.

Life in sitio Mambog in Cuenca has certainly changed over the course of the past week after a local lad set fire to some brush in a dump or something. Engkantos, or so the story goes, were disturbed and have been taking their revenge by burning objects inside homes in the neighbourhood.


23 April 2012

Explaining the Mysterious Cuenca Fires

The strange spontaneous combustions in Cuenca, Batangas continue to intrigue me. There was a follow up report by TV Patrol Southern Tagalog this afternoon. An elderly gentleman got his foot burnt trying to put out one such fire by stepping on a burning cloth. For his troubles, his foot also became mysteriously swollen and apparently not from the burns alone.


20 April 2012

Strange Burnings in Cuenca, Batangas Caused by Engkantos?

There was this strange item on TV Patrol Southern Tagalog yesterday that I do not really quite know what to make of. One would think, in this day and age, that Science is able to explain just about anything under the sun.

Not quite; or at least, if you live in this obscure little sitio called Mombog in a village called San Isidro in the municipality of Cuenca right here in Batangas. The residents are already in a state of distress – or so the news report went – on account of things spontaneously combusting inside their homes for no apparent reason whatsoever.


23 August 2010

The Hitchhiker who Gets on at the Zigzag in Cuenca Batangas

There was this one time in the late seventies when I was still in college when the parting words of the conductor of the BLTBCo bus that I took on the way home one weekend was, “Nakilala mo kami tuloy…” No, it did not get to the point that I formally introduced myself to the driver and the conductor. But because I was the only passenger left, and I had positioned myself right behind the driver, it was inevitable that I got involved in their conversation.




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