The author's personal experience.
Don't be disdain if you lost your job temporarily. There are other alternatives that are more exciting and challenging and once you hooked on it, you will become a fanatic practitioner of that hobby forever.
Welcome to the world of trash scavenging.
Easy and simple tips to hit pay dirt.
1. Be an errand person.
Make yourself available as a free-service personnel, like a free house cleaner. Clean the house willingly and removed all the trash that accumulated in the household. Entertain the owner as you clean it. Later all the trash will be given to you even those that are not. Choose the high value trash like, leather bags, old jeans, antique pieces (this will have value if sold as collectibles.) copper, aluminum, stainless steel and bronze. Keep this for yourself. Reject those bulky trash like paper, cartons, furniture and others that may worth less but eat up lot of spaces.
2. Sidewalk adventure scavenging
Park is a good generator of high-value trash. Sift through the garbage bins of the park fast and furious as they say for in everything you do, there is always competition.Don't stay too long in one bin. After you had sweep the whole area choose another nearest target.
3. Passive hunter of trash.
If you had observed that a certain area generates a lot of high value trash, stay in that locality like a fisherman angling on fish-rich lake. This was done so that you are the first person to grab the prize-catch.
This three basic tips will entertain you as you contemplate for the next job to be applied for. And if you are already enjoying your new job, the scavenger in you will stay. Sometimes you wouldn't notice that you have loaded your bag with crushed aluminum cans as you go home from your office.
Huwebes, Setyembre 29, 2011
Miyerkules, Setyembre 28, 2011
The Attack of YETI OKO Gorilla APE, pet of aswang at CLOSE ENCOUNTER. How to kill and defeat the monster.
From the oral account of Bert Piano of Panay Island, Philippines.
My father is a slash and burn farmer who have a parcel of clearing in the forest planted with corn.
One time at 3:00 am of dawn we woke up from our forest hut to gather crablets traps that were laid on the shallow stream of the forest. It was still dark so we brought with us our bamboo torch filled with flammable sap on it.
As we go upstream, before we can reach the first trap, we encountered this creature sitting atop the flat rock of the stream, munching crablets.
The creature never saw us. We hid among the big rocks.
"That was a flesh-eating ape," whispered father. "Stay behind the rock and prepare also your bolo."
I was terrified. It was a humongous ape with glowing red eyes. It was hairy and probably eight feet as its image silhouetted against the backdrop of the breaking dawn sky.
Then the creature acquired our scent and he sounded a high shrill scream akin to a wail. I panicked but father told me to calm down. He will face the ape.
Armed with his two-bladed long bolo, father emerged from the rock and confront the ape, now screaming
loudly.
The ape rushed to my father who was waiting for its attack.
The ape tried to hug by father in order to crushed him but father was quick to evade his assault. On his second try it tried to catch my father again with his both hands but father jumped toward it and slashed its belly. The ape was wounded and it wailed out of great pain as if it was seeking help from its other companion.
Then father stabbed the ape in the body many times before it stopped breathing.
That morning we wanted to bring the ape to the lowland but seven of us could not move the creature so, father decided to burn the flesh-eating ape on the rocks.
Fellow forest dwellers warned us to leave the area for the female mate of the male ape will surely seek revenge on us.
So I never sleep anymore in the forest hut, except for my father who is not scared of that creature.
Months past before the revenge took place. My father was missing in the forest for his hut was empty as reported by some dwellers who happened to passed by our hut.
When we found my father, he was already dead and was hanged atop the tallest tree that no man can climb.
We fell down the tree and what I saw on the my fathers corpse were imprint of ape's hair and claws.
My father is a slash and burn farmer who have a parcel of clearing in the forest planted with corn.
One time at 3:00 am of dawn we woke up from our forest hut to gather crablets traps that were laid on the shallow stream of the forest. It was still dark so we brought with us our bamboo torch filled with flammable sap on it.
As we go upstream, before we can reach the first trap, we encountered this creature sitting atop the flat rock of the stream, munching crablets.
The creature never saw us. We hid among the big rocks.
"That was a flesh-eating ape," whispered father. "Stay behind the rock and prepare also your bolo."
I was terrified. It was a humongous ape with glowing red eyes. It was hairy and probably eight feet as its image silhouetted against the backdrop of the breaking dawn sky.
Then the creature acquired our scent and he sounded a high shrill scream akin to a wail. I panicked but father told me to calm down. He will face the ape.
Armed with his two-bladed long bolo, father emerged from the rock and confront the ape, now screaming
loudly.
The ape rushed to my father who was waiting for its attack.
The ape tried to hug by father in order to crushed him but father was quick to evade his assault. On his second try it tried to catch my father again with his both hands but father jumped toward it and slashed its belly. The ape was wounded and it wailed out of great pain as if it was seeking help from its other companion.
Then father stabbed the ape in the body many times before it stopped breathing.
That morning we wanted to bring the ape to the lowland but seven of us could not move the creature so, father decided to burn the flesh-eating ape on the rocks.
Fellow forest dwellers warned us to leave the area for the female mate of the male ape will surely seek revenge on us.
So I never sleep anymore in the forest hut, except for my father who is not scared of that creature.
Months past before the revenge took place. My father was missing in the forest for his hut was empty as reported by some dwellers who happened to passed by our hut.
When we found my father, he was already dead and was hanged atop the tallest tree that no man can climb.
We fell down the tree and what I saw on the my fathers corpse were imprint of ape's hair and claws.
Linggo, Setyembre 25, 2011
Aswang with Human flight as back rider. His Testament and how they fly in the night and what he did is snatching corpse.
From the oral account of Ray Braga from Negros Island, Philippines.
My family lived away from the village center. My hut was situated on a hill overlooking the vast sugarcane plantation.
I have a friend named Ramon who lived at the edge of the nearby forest. He lived in a hut with no windows together with his wife and his unmarried elder sister.
The villager cautioned me not to befriend these people for they were aswang. Aswang is an infected person that crave for human blood and flesh; and a slave of seven demons that resides inside his body as told in the bible. In fact the villager reminded me that the two children of the couple did not die of ailment but secretly devoured by the elder sister of Ramon after the woman could not control the urge and the scent of raw flesh.
Though I'm aware of their dark secret I still befriended these strange people.
"Would you like to come with me tonight, Ray?" he asked one dark night as we drank coconut wine.
"Where?" I inquired.
"To hunt human corpse," he casually answered.
I was taken aback. I thought that my friend will not divulged his secret but he did. Perhaps he was tipsy now and carelessly admitted it to me, but he was not. He said that he considered me as his friend and he believed that I will accept him no matter what kind of person he is
At the woods, he wanted me to straddled myself on his back, like a child riding piggyback on his father.
Before the flight, he rub an oil on his breast and on both of his armpits.
I asked him what to do with it.
"This is power." he said. "The oil alters the air pressure in front of me thereby making the air at my back to push me forward like a wind of a storm. And on the armpits it makes me levitate by altering the gravity force," he patiently explained.
I was convinced. But where did he get that potion, I asked in my thought. Then I asked him if it worked for me.He said it could not for my blood could not activate the power of the oil.
Then he demonstrated to me how he flew.
After few minutes the oil was activated. He slowly opened his clipped arms and slowly he floated. As he floated he raised his pendant and bit it with his mouth and suddenly he was pushed in forward motion. He is flying now while standing in mid-air. Then he let loose his pendant to hang again and he stopped but still steadily floated in mid-air. Then he slowly clipped his arms and he slowly descended.
I was amazed, baffled and frightened but I still flew with him.
I was riding piggyback on him as we flew just above the treeline. He said that this was done to avoid being spotted as the tree line blurred their image.
I was left at the top of a coconut tree as my friend hunt for his prey.
When he returned a corpse of an elderly man was hanging on his neck up side down where his feet were tied to hang on his back neck.
He told me to piggyback again as we headed home.
At our place we separated bringing with him the corpse.
The next morning he brought me a sweet-smelling meat dish that was still hot and smoking.
After he left, I threw it to the dogs.
My family lived away from the village center. My hut was situated on a hill overlooking the vast sugarcane plantation.
I have a friend named Ramon who lived at the edge of the nearby forest. He lived in a hut with no windows together with his wife and his unmarried elder sister.
The villager cautioned me not to befriend these people for they were aswang. Aswang is an infected person that crave for human blood and flesh; and a slave of seven demons that resides inside his body as told in the bible. In fact the villager reminded me that the two children of the couple did not die of ailment but secretly devoured by the elder sister of Ramon after the woman could not control the urge and the scent of raw flesh.
Though I'm aware of their dark secret I still befriended these strange people.
"Would you like to come with me tonight, Ray?" he asked one dark night as we drank coconut wine.
"Where?" I inquired.
"To hunt human corpse," he casually answered.
I was taken aback. I thought that my friend will not divulged his secret but he did. Perhaps he was tipsy now and carelessly admitted it to me, but he was not. He said that he considered me as his friend and he believed that I will accept him no matter what kind of person he is
At the woods, he wanted me to straddled myself on his back, like a child riding piggyback on his father.
Before the flight, he rub an oil on his breast and on both of his armpits.
I asked him what to do with it.
"This is power." he said. "The oil alters the air pressure in front of me thereby making the air at my back to push me forward like a wind of a storm. And on the armpits it makes me levitate by altering the gravity force," he patiently explained.
I was convinced. But where did he get that potion, I asked in my thought. Then I asked him if it worked for me.He said it could not for my blood could not activate the power of the oil.
Then he demonstrated to me how he flew.
After few minutes the oil was activated. He slowly opened his clipped arms and slowly he floated. As he floated he raised his pendant and bit it with his mouth and suddenly he was pushed in forward motion. He is flying now while standing in mid-air. Then he let loose his pendant to hang again and he stopped but still steadily floated in mid-air. Then he slowly clipped his arms and he slowly descended.
I was amazed, baffled and frightened but I still flew with him.
I was riding piggyback on him as we flew just above the treeline. He said that this was done to avoid being spotted as the tree line blurred their image.
I was left at the top of a coconut tree as my friend hunt for his prey.
When he returned a corpse of an elderly man was hanging on his neck up side down where his feet were tied to hang on his back neck.
He told me to piggyback again as we headed home.
At our place we separated bringing with him the corpse.
The next morning he brought me a sweet-smelling meat dish that was still hot and smoking.
After he left, I threw it to the dogs.
Transformative Healing of Lentil seeds (cajanus cajan linn.)
It was also called pigeon pea. It is a shrub with many branches. Its green pod have seeds the size of a small pea. It can be grown in a pot.
Best cure for the following illness.
Tumors
Bronchitis
Heart ailment
Congestion of liver
Obesity
Procedure
Boil 50 grams of green pods of the plant to a glass of water.
Add ginger slices to flavor.
Consume the seeds of the pods and drink the boiled water.
Consume 4 times per day of the said amount.
Source: Local folks healing practice and beliefs.
Best cure for the following illness.
Tumors
Bronchitis
Heart ailment
Congestion of liver
Obesity
Procedure
Boil 50 grams of green pods of the plant to a glass of water.
Add ginger slices to flavor.
Consume the seeds of the pods and drink the boiled water.
Consume 4 times per day of the said amount.
Source: Local folks healing practice and beliefs.
Huwebes, Setyembre 22, 2011
Children buried on Pirates Island.
My name is Israel. I am the captain of this outrigger fishing boat. Even though it was old and dilapidated my crew treated me with utmost respect.
"Time to dive, children!" I ordered the three children to dive below the corals and scared the the fishes with their metal poles.
As they performed their assigned task, the children also enjoyed the beauty of the undersea. But I know they will surely enjoy life if they were studying in school.
I could see them playing underwater as they work. It never crossed on their mind that beneath that underwater beauty lurked a life- threatening danger.
I saw the slashing fin of a shark approaching them as they swam above the water.
"Shark! Shark! Get up! Get up fast!" I shouted at them.
I could see that they were terrified. They cried for help upon seeing the danger. The three scampered toward our boat splashing hard in panic.
With a spear gun in my hand I jumped on the water and swam toward them.
But the predator was too fast. The shark spurted toward the sluggish swimmer that was left behind.
"Oh , God! Spare the child. " that's all I could mutter as the shark splashed its tail to snapped the leg of the child.
Jesse, though wounded and with only one leg, still swam away.
As the shark devoured the child's leg, I positioned myself to spear the reversing shark.
The spear hit the shark at the belly and out of pain it scampered away.
Above the boat, Jesse's amputated leg bled profusely. The three children were crying as they hugged their friend. I was terribly upset. We have no first aid medicine. Our financier had never furnished us this kind of thing. Now my child crew is dying and I could do nothing.
Hatred came out of me. I coursed him. I loathed my master; the owner of the boat, the financier of the fishing expedition.
How many times I had told him, not to hire children. But this man was a clever exploiter. He was ruthless too. I can do nothing. I needed this job so badly and I owed him a considerable amount of money when I got sick.
The bleeding was stopped but our boat was coated with the blood of Jesse. He was pale and weak. He was wailing in pain calling the name of his mother as the two boys embraced him. All of them were crying. I can't help him, we are in the middle of the sea. It was so devastating to me and I cried silently upon looking at his hopeless situation.
One of my elderly companion shook his head. he knew the child won't last.
The nearest island was the Pirates Island. It was called that way for the island was the the favorite stop over of the pirates, as legend says.
On the beach I carried the remains of Jesse wrapped in a blanket. It was the most haunting funeral that had ever happened to me. We walked in line along the lonely beach. The wind blew restlessly and the gulls flew overhead above us in circle. In this uninhabited island, we were the only souls walking on its beach. Then it rained and bathed us with cold showers.
It rained hard as we lowered the body of the child in his grave in an island in the middle of the sea.
In memory of Jesse and all the exploited, children of the sea.
"Time to dive, children!" I ordered the three children to dive below the corals and scared the the fishes with their metal poles.
As they performed their assigned task, the children also enjoyed the beauty of the undersea. But I know they will surely enjoy life if they were studying in school.
I could see them playing underwater as they work. It never crossed on their mind that beneath that underwater beauty lurked a life- threatening danger.
I saw the slashing fin of a shark approaching them as they swam above the water.
"Shark! Shark! Get up! Get up fast!" I shouted at them.
I could see that they were terrified. They cried for help upon seeing the danger. The three scampered toward our boat splashing hard in panic.
With a spear gun in my hand I jumped on the water and swam toward them.
But the predator was too fast. The shark spurted toward the sluggish swimmer that was left behind.
"Oh , God! Spare the child. " that's all I could mutter as the shark splashed its tail to snapped the leg of the child.
Jesse, though wounded and with only one leg, still swam away.
As the shark devoured the child's leg, I positioned myself to spear the reversing shark.
The spear hit the shark at the belly and out of pain it scampered away.
Above the boat, Jesse's amputated leg bled profusely. The three children were crying as they hugged their friend. I was terribly upset. We have no first aid medicine. Our financier had never furnished us this kind of thing. Now my child crew is dying and I could do nothing.
Hatred came out of me. I coursed him. I loathed my master; the owner of the boat, the financier of the fishing expedition.
How many times I had told him, not to hire children. But this man was a clever exploiter. He was ruthless too. I can do nothing. I needed this job so badly and I owed him a considerable amount of money when I got sick.
The bleeding was stopped but our boat was coated with the blood of Jesse. He was pale and weak. He was wailing in pain calling the name of his mother as the two boys embraced him. All of them were crying. I can't help him, we are in the middle of the sea. It was so devastating to me and I cried silently upon looking at his hopeless situation.
One of my elderly companion shook his head. he knew the child won't last.
The nearest island was the Pirates Island. It was called that way for the island was the the favorite stop over of the pirates, as legend says.
On the beach I carried the remains of Jesse wrapped in a blanket. It was the most haunting funeral that had ever happened to me. We walked in line along the lonely beach. The wind blew restlessly and the gulls flew overhead above us in circle. In this uninhabited island, we were the only souls walking on its beach. Then it rained and bathed us with cold showers.
It rained hard as we lowered the body of the child in his grave in an island in the middle of the sea.
In memory of Jesse and all the exploited, children of the sea.
Lunes, Setyembre 19, 2011
Bitter-Snail Recipe to ease Pain
Bitter tasting snails that were found in the mangrove marshes and saline water estuaries of tropical countries were favorite delicacies of the islanders cooked in many ways.
Aside from being a cheap source of protien it was found out that it eased stomach pain and other discomfort
everytime you consume it as attested by the local folks of our place.
It was theorized that the chemicals inside this cone-shaped black snail has therapeutic effect on the source of pain inside the stomach.
As cited in variuos scientific studies, cone-shaped snail has toxin inside their bodies resulting to the bitter taste of it when consumed even if it was already cooked. Though it was not used and reccomended by the locals as direct cure to stomach ailments like colon cancer, ulcers, and severe diarhea yet there are still poor villagers who have faith on it and used it as cure for these various ailments.
These snail are called bagungon in Panay Island, Philippines
These black snails grew up to the size of a foot-thumb.
Bitter-Snail in coconut milk.
Prepare the live snails by soaking overnight in two liters of water springkled with salt.
Ingredients:
Bitter-Snail - 1 (one) bowl
Coconut milk - 1 (one) cup
Garlic - 5 cloves
Onions - 1 piece
Malunggay - 1 cup
Ginger - 1 clump (crushed)
Salt
Saute the garlic, onion and ginger in a pan. Add one cup of water. When the water started to boil add the snails
Let the water boil until the water turned to green. Seasoned with salt before adding the coconut milk. Add malunggay leaves when the coconut milk started to to become creamy.
Aside from being a cheap source of protien it was found out that it eased stomach pain and other discomfort
everytime you consume it as attested by the local folks of our place.
It was theorized that the chemicals inside this cone-shaped black snail has therapeutic effect on the source of pain inside the stomach.
As cited in variuos scientific studies, cone-shaped snail has toxin inside their bodies resulting to the bitter taste of it when consumed even if it was already cooked. Though it was not used and reccomended by the locals as direct cure to stomach ailments like colon cancer, ulcers, and severe diarhea yet there are still poor villagers who have faith on it and used it as cure for these various ailments.
These snail are called bagungon in Panay Island, Philippines
These black snails grew up to the size of a foot-thumb.
Bitter-Snail in coconut milk.
Prepare the live snails by soaking overnight in two liters of water springkled with salt.
Ingredients:
Bitter-Snail - 1 (one) bowl
Coconut milk - 1 (one) cup
Garlic - 5 cloves
Onions - 1 piece
Malunggay - 1 cup
Ginger - 1 clump (crushed)
Salt
Saute the garlic, onion and ginger in a pan. Add one cup of water. When the water started to boil add the snails
Let the water boil until the water turned to green. Seasoned with salt before adding the coconut milk. Add malunggay leaves when the coconut milk started to to become creamy.
Miyerkules, Setyembre 14, 2011
OCCULT LEAKS AND TESTAMENTS
My Grandfather's Testament
Alien Entity at our backyard
The old house of our grandfather was situated on a parcel of land surrounded by trees and dense vegetation.
One morning as my grandfather ventured at their backyard in search of spiders to be entered in fighting contest, he encountered two boys of his age.
The boys knew his name though it was the first time they met.
"Come with us Balbin, let's play sungka," said one of the stranger.
Grandfather said he was amazed for they knew him and their appearances were different from him. They were albino with blue eyes and brown hair. They were like Caucasians but when he looked at their face it has no canal from nose downward to upper lips.
Though stranger to him, grandfather said they were friendly, so he went with them toward their house.
To his surprised, the big tree of their backyard transformed to become a beautiful house. He said he has no knowledge that a new house was built beside their hut. Though perplexed he said he never showed it to his playmates.
So they played sungka, a native game of stone that was played on the ground by having holes on the ground with seven holes in each side of two players. The holes will be filled with stones and whoever have the most number of stones after the game, wins the game.
Another surprise that hit him was the stone they were using were all golden pebbles, said grandfather.
They played many games and the strangers were losing to him for he was adept in that kind of game.
Sensing that he had already spent hours with his playmates he told them that he will go home.
"My sister will be looking for me. I'm going home now," grandfather said.
But his playmates didn't want him to go home. They insisted to play until they win.
It was already four o'clock yet Balbin didn't yet go home for lunch.
His family was already in panic. They were convinced that his disappearance was caused by the Tamawo, a supernatural being that abound in their place. The shaman told them that he must be searched and found before dusk came because after dark, it was hard for them to find the boy that was brought by the Tamawo to their own dimension.
A big search party was assembled.
All of them focused on their search at their backyard. They shouted his name, banged the gong and ringed the bells to attract the attention of the missing boy.
Grandfather said, he saw the search party. He also shouted back to them but nobody heard him. Then he saw his mother going to his direction. He said his mother never saw him even though she was only few feet away from him.
As his mother passed on his side, he suddenly grabbed the hands of his mother.
His mother felt his hands and yelled his name. Suddenly searchers held his mothers hands and forcefully pulled the unseen force that grabbed her.
Like magic I emerged in front of them like coming from a shroud of smoke, told my grandfather.
Alien Entity at our backyard
The old house of our grandfather was situated on a parcel of land surrounded by trees and dense vegetation.
One morning as my grandfather ventured at their backyard in search of spiders to be entered in fighting contest, he encountered two boys of his age.
The boys knew his name though it was the first time they met.
"Come with us Balbin, let's play sungka," said one of the stranger.
Grandfather said he was amazed for they knew him and their appearances were different from him. They were albino with blue eyes and brown hair. They were like Caucasians but when he looked at their face it has no canal from nose downward to upper lips.
Though stranger to him, grandfather said they were friendly, so he went with them toward their house.
To his surprised, the big tree of their backyard transformed to become a beautiful house. He said he has no knowledge that a new house was built beside their hut. Though perplexed he said he never showed it to his playmates.
So they played sungka, a native game of stone that was played on the ground by having holes on the ground with seven holes in each side of two players. The holes will be filled with stones and whoever have the most number of stones after the game, wins the game.
Another surprise that hit him was the stone they were using were all golden pebbles, said grandfather.
They played many games and the strangers were losing to him for he was adept in that kind of game.
Sensing that he had already spent hours with his playmates he told them that he will go home.
"My sister will be looking for me. I'm going home now," grandfather said.
But his playmates didn't want him to go home. They insisted to play until they win.
It was already four o'clock yet Balbin didn't yet go home for lunch.
His family was already in panic. They were convinced that his disappearance was caused by the Tamawo, a supernatural being that abound in their place. The shaman told them that he must be searched and found before dusk came because after dark, it was hard for them to find the boy that was brought by the Tamawo to their own dimension.
A big search party was assembled.
All of them focused on their search at their backyard. They shouted his name, banged the gong and ringed the bells to attract the attention of the missing boy.
Grandfather said, he saw the search party. He also shouted back to them but nobody heard him. Then he saw his mother going to his direction. He said his mother never saw him even though she was only few feet away from him.
As his mother passed on his side, he suddenly grabbed the hands of his mother.
His mother felt his hands and yelled his name. Suddenly searchers held his mothers hands and forcefully pulled the unseen force that grabbed her.
Like magic I emerged in front of them like coming from a shroud of smoke, told my grandfather.
Ati-ati of Ibajay,a miraculous icon. Source of Crowd-Energy Faith Healing
My mother suffered three consecutive still births at her early marriage life.
The incidents was so painful to her and it depressed her so much.
The couple were longing to bear a child whom they can call their own blood.
A faith healer adviced them to join the Sto. Nino fiesta revelry.
They were told to immersed themselves within the confines of jubilant crowd as they celebrated the feast of the Holy Child in rowdy dancing and shouting.The couple were told to imprint on thier mind their fervor wish to bear a child as they joined the riot merrymaking.
After a year, the author was born.
A crowd-energy generated healing for my mother, Jesusa.
There were many testimonies regarding about this crowd-energy generated healing that really helped anybody who needed it. This energy can be harnessed and redirected to those who needed it through mediums or through your own deep personal faith.
In sports, they called this as home-court advantage; where the multitude of people have only one single desire and expectation - they all want their home team to win.
Another manifestation of crowd-energy effect.
Anybody can harnessed this kind energy.
So, if you're a loner, come to the party and the crowd-energy generated joy will penetrate within you.
The incidents was so painful to her and it depressed her so much.
The couple were longing to bear a child whom they can call their own blood.
A faith healer adviced them to join the Sto. Nino fiesta revelry.
They were told to immersed themselves within the confines of jubilant crowd as they celebrated the feast of the Holy Child in rowdy dancing and shouting.The couple were told to imprint on thier mind their fervor wish to bear a child as they joined the riot merrymaking.
After a year, the author was born.
A crowd-energy generated healing for my mother, Jesusa.
There were many testimonies regarding about this crowd-energy generated healing that really helped anybody who needed it. This energy can be harnessed and redirected to those who needed it through mediums or through your own deep personal faith.
In sports, they called this as home-court advantage; where the multitude of people have only one single desire and expectation - they all want their home team to win.
Another manifestation of crowd-energy effect.
Anybody can harnessed this kind energy.
So, if you're a loner, come to the party and the crowd-energy generated joy will penetrate within you.
Lunes, Setyembre 12, 2011
OCCULT POWER VERBOS AS PAIN REMEDY
I was still a comics writer searching for materials regarding about the occult when I stumbled upon this words in an antiquated book at the National Library. These words were written in a typewritten manuscript and were stapled in its binding. It was crudely covered with red cartolina paper.
The writer emphasized that it is the only book that was printed and was archived at the National Library
He wrote that the POWER VERBOS can cure pain from any ailment.
I assumed that the WORDS were effective pain kller without resorting to any medication, or combination of both system.
So I immediately used it as personal healing mantra everytime I encountered a headache.
It was effective indeed. Maybe it was just psychological in nature or maybe the words boost your inner self sub-conscious mind and faith to get cured.
I couldn't explain its effect. It was lasting.
I have not yet shared it to anybody nor suggest it to alleviate the suffering of any person I have known.
LEIM MEIM LEYCEMURIAM
MAURUM MAIRAM MURUAM MARAM
1.__-- _____ -------_____
----
This is the pattern of intonation as I chanted the first WORDS.
2.____---- ____ ------___ _____
___ __.
This is the second pattern.
I CHANTED THIS WORDS UNTIL PAIN SUBSIDED
Can a mere combinatons of words can produced a desired effect to any person? Do words have power?
These were also the questions that puzzled me before I realized that the universe was a DIVINE WORD in its beginning.
When modern science fails only faith remains.
The writer emphasized that it is the only book that was printed and was archived at the National Library
He wrote that the POWER VERBOS can cure pain from any ailment.
I assumed that the WORDS were effective pain kller without resorting to any medication, or combination of both system.
So I immediately used it as personal healing mantra everytime I encountered a headache.
It was effective indeed. Maybe it was just psychological in nature or maybe the words boost your inner self sub-conscious mind and faith to get cured.
I couldn't explain its effect. It was lasting.
I have not yet shared it to anybody nor suggest it to alleviate the suffering of any person I have known.
LEIM MEIM LEYCEMURIAM
MAURUM MAIRAM MURUAM MARAM
1.__-- _____ -------_____
----
This is the pattern of intonation as I chanted the first WORDS.
2.____---- ____ ------___ _____
___ __.
This is the second pattern.
I CHANTED THIS WORDS UNTIL PAIN SUBSIDED
Can a mere combinatons of words can produced a desired effect to any person? Do words have power?
These were also the questions that puzzled me before I realized that the universe was a DIVINE WORD in its beginning.
When modern science fails only faith remains.
Biyernes, Setyembre 9, 2011
Cat Power Pendant for Healing and Invincibility
To acquire this cat's bone pendant, a wild cat must be hunted and killed.
From the oral folklore of Ati tribe of Panay, retold.
Wild cat that were not domesticated since its birth, where its habitat is the wild must killed by spilling its blood and by wounding it. It and should not be strangled to death.
When the cat was dying threw it in the pot of boiling water and covered it forcefully for the cat will leap and escape.
Then it will be buried under your house or on the confines of your house.
After the seventh cycle of full moon you dug the grave and remove the bones of the cat.
Detached the skull of the cat and used it as your pendant for your necklace. As for other bones, keep it inside your house.
According to the beliefs of the tribe, wild cat were possessed by nature's demon and by killing it, you trapped the demon and enslaved it.
The power you acquired were, seeing in the dark, and ability to leap at great distance. As for healing, you can perform healing on choking victims by simply caressing the throat.
From the oral folklore of Ati tribe of Panay, retold.
Wild cat that were not domesticated since its birth, where its habitat is the wild must killed by spilling its blood and by wounding it. It and should not be strangled to death.
When the cat was dying threw it in the pot of boiling water and covered it forcefully for the cat will leap and escape.
Then it will be buried under your house or on the confines of your house.
After the seventh cycle of full moon you dug the grave and remove the bones of the cat.
Detached the skull of the cat and used it as your pendant for your necklace. As for other bones, keep it inside your house.
According to the beliefs of the tribe, wild cat were possessed by nature's demon and by killing it, you trapped the demon and enslaved it.
The power you acquired were, seeing in the dark, and ability to leap at great distance. As for healing, you can perform healing on choking victims by simply caressing the throat.
Cat Vegetable Diet obvserved
From the observation of Belen Sucat of Northern Luzon.
A cat with ailment has its own way of treating themselves. Our cat suffered continued coughing with whizzing. It was weak and has no appetite to eat.
One morning I found this animal chewing my plant at our backyard. It was chewing a stalk of lemon grass. He ingested the whole stalk cut in pieces by its teeth. Few hours later the cat started to vomit. When I investigate I found out that it vomited phlegm and other slimy fluids.
Later my cat started to look for food by as it snipped at the pots of our kitchen.
I fed it with left-over vegetable dish mixed with rice.
To my delight it consumed the food hungrily
Terrorist Plan using Occult Power theorized
What would be the scenario if the terrorist group had pursued occult power to wage their war against humanity?
There would be limited target to speak of.
But they have their targets.
The most potent method to be employed must be that of sorcery.
Scenario 1
The terrorist sorcerers must attack the head of the state to create instability.
At the secret meeting place of the sorcerers they are invoking the power of the occult to make the president of the state to fell insane or create a force that will make the head of the state to succumb to a dreaded illness. Once the objective was attained, they will now wait for the next successor to sit in, before targeting him again with sorcery. They will eliminate this person again. When the next successor will succeed again, it will be the same target again.
Through this series of sorcery killing, the state will be put in chaos. The business will be affected and scientific world will be deeply challenged.
But can sorcery affect this modern world?
Nobody knows, but to be wary with this kind of treat is much better.
Terrorist Plan using Sorcerer's Hornet Breed
According to Armando Galang of Negros Island, Philippines.
Sorcerers in their place has a breed of a certain type of hornet with deadly sting. These hornets were gathered from the forest. It resembles to an ordinary hornet except for some of its yellow and orange spots on its body. The color differ these breed from an ordinary one.
Sorcerers placed these insect inside the bamboo tube and fed them with insects and fresh milk.
In order to inflict death to its intended victim, the hornet was first fed with the scent of the victim like a portion of his unwashed clothes, or handkerchief. After the hornet was familiarized with the scent of the target, the sorcerer will then released the hornet near this person. Then the insect will home on its target.
The informant said that he had witnessed this incident when one of his relatives was stung by this colorful hornet on his way home. Minutes later the victim died due to the poisonous sting of the hornet.
Theorist should not discount this possibility. It was a common knowledge that hornet has deadly sting.
If the terrorist managed to breed and propagate this kind species in captivity, real terror is on their hands.They can smuggled the insects stealthily at the target area, say an enclosed arena. These insects when release in a crowded gathering will surely go for the sting, thereby wreaking havoc upon the populace.
Terrorist Plan 11-11-11 rumors advisory
There are various theories and speculations circulating on the net that 11-11-11 is an ominous sign that can be exploited by the terrorist to launch an attack in various parts of the world.
What are the basis for this rumors and speculations.
There are no credible basis to speak of, except for unique numerological alignment. This was overused by media and have bandwagon-effect.
Just be alert and pray every time you ventured out of your safety wall.
But the we must watch carefully the turmoil in Egypt with its stalled economy as reported. We must also be wary of Libya's missile arsenal that were not accounted. Where it will go? If a desperate dictator sold it to the terrorist, what now? They will now posses long range capability to attack their enemy.. It can shoot down commercial aircraft, target populated areas and many more.
Now here comes the restive Syria. Sooner a revolution will erupt and adding more loose arms on the black market.
Be alert and pray when going out.
As for myself, I prayed to the spirit of my patron saint to protect me from any harm and misfortune.
What are the basis for this rumors and speculations.
There are no credible basis to speak of, except for unique numerological alignment. This was overused by media and have bandwagon-effect.
Just be alert and pray every time you ventured out of your safety wall.
But the we must watch carefully the turmoil in Egypt with its stalled economy as reported. We must also be wary of Libya's missile arsenal that were not accounted. Where it will go? If a desperate dictator sold it to the terrorist, what now? They will now posses long range capability to attack their enemy.. It can shoot down commercial aircraft, target populated areas and many more.
Now here comes the restive Syria. Sooner a revolution will erupt and adding more loose arms on the black market.
Be alert and pray when going out.
As for myself, I prayed to the spirit of my patron saint to protect me from any harm and misfortune.
Terrorist plan using night-flying Aswang
The Aswang creatures were the original terrorist of early settlers of Panay Island even before the Spanish colonizer arrived. These creatures were ordinary people at day and live among the residents of the village.
They were called infected persons and possessed by seven demonic spirit as referred to, by the bible.They were infected with a disease that made them to crave for raw human flesh and blood. Their favorite food were human internal organs like liver, lungs, heart and intestines.
The infection can be passed to an unsuspecting person through, saliva or through saliva-laced food that they prepared to their guests. It can be transmitted also through drinking water.
The Aswang in their normal human form can infect any person through body fluid secretions by having sexual intercourse with their targeted victims who have no knowledge of their true identity.
The terrorist can exploit this vulnerable behavior of these Aswang creatures, by letting these infected persons, the Aswang, probably women to roam freely into populated area and have intercourse with various partners so that the infection will be propagated. Once the infection was spread it could not be stopped for there was no cure for this disease.
Once the infection started to control these infected persons, they will start to crave for human flesh and blood no matter what will happen to them.
Then terror started to creep in when they hunt for their prey.
Future Movie Goldmine Ideas
A financially-broke busineman named Jan Van Guard who produces low grade erotic film stumbled upon a man who was slumping on a bench at the park. He sat beside the man.
The man was awakened and smiled at him.
"Good day, amigo" he greeted.
Jan smiled a little, he was surprised by the stranger's friendliness.
Then the man opened a conversation.
"I know you have a problem my friend."
Jan Van Guard looked at him cautiously,. later he slightly nodded.
"Then tell me your passion and I'll make you rich" immediately offered the man.
Jan simply shrugged and grinned. He assumed that the man was not in his normal mind.
"Tell me amigo, it cost you nothing. Do you want to be rich, isn'st it?" insisted the man
"Yeah!" answered Jan loudly. By the way amigo, I'm a broken film producer," he added.
The man said nothing but smiled. Then he rummaged on his dirty rushsack and came out with a paper with handwritten figures on it. He gave it to Jan.
"This will give you enourmous wealth, amigo," he said as Jan handled the paper.
On the paper, eligibly handwritten on it are the following titles:
1.Devilfish Stingray
2.Hills of Fear
3.Cosmic Firefly
4.The Lemur Man
5.Unexplored love unexplained.
"What will I do with this words?" asked Jan after he read it.
"I thought you're a movie producer," taunted the man "Those titles were goldmine!"
Jan thought for a while and later he realized that all that was written there were titles of story. He easily felt a desire to communicate with the true self of the man.
He stared at the man from head to foot. He was a beggar thought Jan. Then he stared at his unkempt face and immediately he recognized the character of the man.
"You're an artist my friend."
The man nodded.
Then Jan offered to him his hand.The man introduced him as an illegal immigrant, a writer in foriegn language but could not translate his work in English.
Jan immediately emphatize with the man named Joman San Jose who hailed from a border town of Mexico.
He too has Mexican grandfather and he knew little Spanish.
"So you have written all these various ideas, my friend."
"Yes, amigo. If only I have the money I will do it by myself. I know they were all low- budgeted story
with a blockbuster impact."
"Maybe if great luck falls on you,amigo" commented Jan trying not to offend his great ambition.
"I have no friend here, amigo. If you like I will give these ideas for free."
"Seems you're desperate my friend."
"No, amigo. Ideas were easy and have no value to me. They came gushing out of my mind like a spring fountain."
"What a wonder, my friend. You're a gifted artist."
"Muchas gracias, amigo."
Jan requested to review his manuscript titled Hill of Fears. The stranger trusted him so much that he gave the complete manuscript to Jan.
In his home after he completed to read the manuscript, Jan became obssesed to produced the Hills of Fear. It was a story told to the author by his grandfather. It was a story of his granfather's friend, an American journalist who covered the American-Filipino War in 1901. It recalled the events where a company of US Army in pursuit of revolutionaries got stranded in the mountain. Before day break arrived. one by one of them was attacked and eaten alive by flesh eating creatures called Aswang. Only the journalist survived to tell the story of that horrific beastly carnage.
Immediately, the story flashed on Jan Van Guard's mind. He knew it will succed. Aside from that, he knew that it only cost least to produce but promises a superb return.
So he sold his home and gambled on the film.
Now Jan became a big time producer.
Joman became rich too for his ideas were movie goldmine for Jan.
And the two became best friend forever.
The man was awakened and smiled at him.
"Good day, amigo" he greeted.
Jan smiled a little, he was surprised by the stranger's friendliness.
Then the man opened a conversation.
"I know you have a problem my friend."
Jan Van Guard looked at him cautiously,. later he slightly nodded.
"Then tell me your passion and I'll make you rich" immediately offered the man.
Jan simply shrugged and grinned. He assumed that the man was not in his normal mind.
"Tell me amigo, it cost you nothing. Do you want to be rich, isn'st it?" insisted the man
"Yeah!" answered Jan loudly. By the way amigo, I'm a broken film producer," he added.
The man said nothing but smiled. Then he rummaged on his dirty rushsack and came out with a paper with handwritten figures on it. He gave it to Jan.
"This will give you enourmous wealth, amigo," he said as Jan handled the paper.
On the paper, eligibly handwritten on it are the following titles:
1.Devilfish Stingray
2.Hills of Fear
3.Cosmic Firefly
4.The Lemur Man
5.Unexplored love unexplained.
"What will I do with this words?" asked Jan after he read it.
"I thought you're a movie producer," taunted the man "Those titles were goldmine!"
Jan thought for a while and later he realized that all that was written there were titles of story. He easily felt a desire to communicate with the true self of the man.
He stared at the man from head to foot. He was a beggar thought Jan. Then he stared at his unkempt face and immediately he recognized the character of the man.
"You're an artist my friend."
The man nodded.
Then Jan offered to him his hand.The man introduced him as an illegal immigrant, a writer in foriegn language but could not translate his work in English.
Jan immediately emphatize with the man named Joman San Jose who hailed from a border town of Mexico.
He too has Mexican grandfather and he knew little Spanish.
"So you have written all these various ideas, my friend."
"Yes, amigo. If only I have the money I will do it by myself. I know they were all low- budgeted story
with a blockbuster impact."
"Maybe if great luck falls on you,amigo" commented Jan trying not to offend his great ambition.
"I have no friend here, amigo. If you like I will give these ideas for free."
"Seems you're desperate my friend."
"No, amigo. Ideas were easy and have no value to me. They came gushing out of my mind like a spring fountain."
"What a wonder, my friend. You're a gifted artist."
"Muchas gracias, amigo."
Jan requested to review his manuscript titled Hill of Fears. The stranger trusted him so much that he gave the complete manuscript to Jan.
In his home after he completed to read the manuscript, Jan became obssesed to produced the Hills of Fear. It was a story told to the author by his grandfather. It was a story of his granfather's friend, an American journalist who covered the American-Filipino War in 1901. It recalled the events where a company of US Army in pursuit of revolutionaries got stranded in the mountain. Before day break arrived. one by one of them was attacked and eaten alive by flesh eating creatures called Aswang. Only the journalist survived to tell the story of that horrific beastly carnage.
Immediately, the story flashed on Jan Van Guard's mind. He knew it will succed. Aside from that, he knew that it only cost least to produce but promises a superb return.
So he sold his home and gambled on the film.
Now Jan became a big time producer.
Joman became rich too for his ideas were movie goldmine for Jan.
And the two became best friend forever.
Martes, Setyembre 6, 2011
Marquez's prediction of 11-11-11 analyzed
There was a rumor circulating that Marquez predicted that on the 11th round of their fight on the 11th month of the year of 2011, he will be declared as a winner of their encounter.
Well it sounds like a good slogan a battle cry, as a psychological warfare against his famous opponent
Can he do it?
I doubt so.
What havoc this battle cry can inflict to his opponent?
Maybe it will just illicit a smile and a shrug.
In numerology 11th hour is ominous sign to downfall. But who's downfall?
But if Marquez believed in the power of verbos and signus this numerology can boost his inner self to propel him to great strength like a placebo effect on a person who believed that he was taking the right medicine.
So can this 11-11-11 be the placebo that was imprinted in his mind to become the right medicine for him?
No one will know.
Only Marquez can attest to himself.
Now if Marquez bring the level of the fight from science to occult practices base on numerology, incantation and spell-
Maybe he got a chance of a lifetime.
Let's see if this rumor is indeed the ominous sign he is looking for short cut to fame.
Well it sounds like a good slogan a battle cry, as a psychological warfare against his famous opponent
Can he do it?
I doubt so.
What havoc this battle cry can inflict to his opponent?
Maybe it will just illicit a smile and a shrug.
In numerology 11th hour is ominous sign to downfall. But who's downfall?
But if Marquez believed in the power of verbos and signus this numerology can boost his inner self to propel him to great strength like a placebo effect on a person who believed that he was taking the right medicine.
So can this 11-11-11 be the placebo that was imprinted in his mind to become the right medicine for him?
No one will know.
Only Marquez can attest to himself.
Now if Marquez bring the level of the fight from science to occult practices base on numerology, incantation and spell-
Maybe he got a chance of a lifetime.
Let's see if this rumor is indeed the ominous sign he is looking for short cut to fame.
UFO remnants and the night flying people of Panay.
A mountain tribe of central Panay called Ilaya has a chant regarding about the UFO.
They called this flying creature as the Bakunawa, a mythical dragon with a head of a catfish and a body of a snake. The Bakunawa is humongous. Its mouth is as big as the mouth of the river. Its body is as big as the hill with more than a mile in length. The Bakunawa is owned by the Agalon Tamawo who came from the distant star called Alunsina. The Bakunawa and the Agalon Tamawo were just visitors of the Earth as said in the chant. The Agalon Tamawo also used smaller vehicles called baroto, means boat in the local dialect, that can fly. The boat entered the mouth of the dragon Bakunawa for the Agalon Tamawo lived inside the bosom of the dragon.
The night flying people of Panay were also recorded in the chant.
They were called, Silagan, Aswang Lupad and Tiktik.
The Silagan is a powerful shaman who possessed a talisman that can make him fly.
The Aswang Lupad is a human who is under the possession of seven demons that resides inside his body.
The Tiktik is also an aswang who patted his bloated throat when he fly.
All these flying people flew in standing position with arms stretch sideways
In this modern times there are thousands of testimonies and sightings regarding about this flying people.
They called this flying creature as the Bakunawa, a mythical dragon with a head of a catfish and a body of a snake. The Bakunawa is humongous. Its mouth is as big as the mouth of the river. Its body is as big as the hill with more than a mile in length. The Bakunawa is owned by the Agalon Tamawo who came from the distant star called Alunsina. The Bakunawa and the Agalon Tamawo were just visitors of the Earth as said in the chant. The Agalon Tamawo also used smaller vehicles called baroto, means boat in the local dialect, that can fly. The boat entered the mouth of the dragon Bakunawa for the Agalon Tamawo lived inside the bosom of the dragon.
The night flying people of Panay were also recorded in the chant.
They were called, Silagan, Aswang Lupad and Tiktik.
The Silagan is a powerful shaman who possessed a talisman that can make him fly.
The Aswang Lupad is a human who is under the possession of seven demons that resides inside his body.
The Tiktik is also an aswang who patted his bloated throat when he fly.
All these flying people flew in standing position with arms stretch sideways
In this modern times there are thousands of testimonies and sightings regarding about this flying people.
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