Magic Silver platter of Tamawo.How it solve the foods that ran out during the eve of fiesta and what is behind its mystery.

From the ancient folktales of the land, retold.

It was the eve of the fiesta of a remote village that was bounded with forest and mountains. That night there was a dance party at the plaza. All the villagers as well as their guest enjoyed dancing to the loud music of sound system complete with dancing lights and strobe light.

Late at night, the party goers took a rest and was given with foods. they ate to their delight. After all of them had eaten, the food were given to the children who enjoyed watching the dance party.

But before midnight came, a large contingent of young male and ladies party goers arrived at the plaza. They were all handsome and beautiful. They also enjoyed dancing and they danced beautifully whatever kind of music that was played.

The native villagers was amazed and mystified for all the other villages that was near them, they can recognized the residence and know their names. But the one who arrived, nobody knows them. They whispered to each other informing each one that  the newly arrived group of people were not humans but Tamawo, who love to dance at the party.

When the village chief informed the new group that they have no more foods to offer to them, one of male took out from his sack a silver platter the size of a  round tray used by waiters in restaurant.

He said to the chief that it was a magic platter and what he wanted to served to the guest will simply appear at the tray. So he put the platter on the empty table.

So the village chief think of delicious cooked food that he wished to serve and instantly a large roasted pig appeared at the platter and the other food that he thought  like rice, desserts, and other dishes filled the empty table.

And the Tamawo guest enjoyed the food as well as the dance party that lasted till dawn. But before the sun appeared in the horizon, the Tamawo bid goodbye for they did not want to be radiated by the sunlight.

Ibalon; Epic of Supernatural, where the heroes are Baltog Handiong Bantong battles agains one-eye giant, serpent with woman's head

Retold from the Myths and Epics of the Philippines.

The story revolves around the conquest of the three heroes of the new land of Kabikulan.

In the new land, King Baltog who came from Samar Island killed a monstrous wild boar as big as the elephant in order to settle in the place.

In the new land also, another one-eyed giant ruled the plains. Handiong,  together with one thousands warriors killed the giant named Ponon.

He also killed the giant tamaraw called Sarimaw, a bufallo-like beast as big as the elephant.

Later they get rid of another monster in the land -- the Tiburon-- the hardy and scaly giant-flying fish with saw-like teeth that could crush a rock.

He also killed all the giant  flying crocodiles in the swamps and the water turned to red scaring the monkeys in the trees.

But he had not killed the serpent with a woman's face that sings with a beautiful voice. The serpent-woman called Oriol escaped  toward the forest.

The last giant was killed by Bantong. the giant was called Rabat. He can turn human into stone with his power. But Bantong killed him because of  his weakness. The giant sleeps unguarded so Bantong killed him in his sleep in one swift hack on his throat.

After the heroes get rid of the monsters in the new land, the tribe live peacefully and prospered.

The power of flying lizard man demonstrated in a fiesta and how he acquire the talisman of tamborbug.

From the oral account of Jovit Conanan of Gibon, Nabas Aklan.

When fiesta came, different kind of people attend the celebration where the center of it is the plaza where various traditional  games were held.

In the contest of bamboo pole climbing where a long bamboo pole was erected like flagpole and at the top of it is a small red  flag. To win the prize, you must reached for the flag and brought it down with your own hand. If it was dropped while you  are still high atop the pole, you lose.

Every one in the village tried but the pole was slippery and no one had climbed it until a lanky man from the mountain tried  for himself.

To our amazement the man climb like a lizard where its hands and feet stuck on the pole tightly that did not make him fall.

Then he climb  with ease as if it was ordinary pole and not slippery one that was rubbed with oil.

Then he reached the flag put it in his mouth and to our amazement, he reversed himself above. His legs were upward and his head was facing downward to the ground.

Then he slowly climb down using his hands to propel down while his crossed feet he used it as brakes to slowdown the descent of his body.

Later we learned from the shaman that the man has a talisman of a tamborbog lupad, a flying lizard that lived high in the trees. We asked him how the man acquired it he said that it was a hard work for you have to search for the king of the lizard in the forest and trapped it.

Once you possessed it its tamawo guardian will grant you the lizard-like power that you can use for good deeds in your lifetime.

How aswang became UFO remnants and the night flying peoples, why it attack fight human

In the mountainous area of Panay, there was a hill called Tinabon that was believe by the Ilaya tribe to be the place were the Bakunawa was buried. The Bakunawa is a mythical dragon, with a head of a catfish and a body of a snake.

It was a humongous dragon. Its mouth is as wide as the mouth of the river and its body is more than a mile long and its height is comparable to the height of a hill. this dragon can fly in space and can submerged underwater.

This account was recorded in the ancient chant of the tribe that was orally handed down from one generation to another until this modern times.

This is the ancient account of the people of Panay regarding about the UFO as recorded in their chant.

The night flying people of Panay existed up to this time.
They were called tiktik, aswang lupad, silagan aswang malakat, gabunan, kikik, korokoto, wakwak.

They attacked and prey on human because the flesh  and blood is the antidote that can prolong their lives up to the age of  century or more.

Aswang Vampire bird with fox head that attacked children at dusk while going home from school was captured and chopped

From the oral account of Jeffrey Sormela of Jamindan, Capiz.

On rainy days where dusk became darker and foggy, I always fetched my children  from the school, miles away in the lowland. I know that they have company in going home but our house was farther away from the center of the village. They must traverse a wooded area  that was also thick with bamboo clusters. I feared this place. The area was the ambush ground of the preying aswang who attack small children crossing the forest.

That dark dusk, as we walked along the trail, a patianac bird, also called kabug halitan followed us, flying below, among the trees. I knew the bird was possessed because it was noisy and flying wild. The children became afraid as they saw the bird with body as big as the cat while its wings extend like an umbrella.

I took out my sling shot and loaded it with a metal ball the size of marble. I aimed at the bird as it flew very low. I hit the body but it was not a solid one. The next shot I hit it on the head. It spiraled downward. I ran to the site where it fell and found that its head was hit and broken.. Immediately I drew my double-bladed bolo, hacked its head and was cut.

The children shrieked in shock and fear.

After that event, no other aswang bird dared to shadow my children going home at dusk.

How my night video in catching fire bird in flight was exchange by the hermit with gold.

From the oral account of Edward Flores of Malay, Aklan. Now residing in San Juan Metro Manila.

It was summer of 2000 when the mountaineering group were I belong, decided to explore the highest peak of Panay, the Mount Madya-as. This mountain is revered by the native tribes for it was the abode of Tamawo, a mystical  race in other dimension, coming from the bloodline of fallen angels who inhabit the earth.

We arrived at the base of the mountain at day one. We spent overnight there and at day two we reached the next camp where natives warned us not to proceed to the climb because there was no trail to rely on or else we might get lost in the dense vegetation.

That was the end of our expedition.

So we decided to go home on the next day. We surveyed the place and we found out that there was a lagoon formed by the meeting of two creeks as it flow down the mountain. It was ideal for swimming so we decided to spend the night in our tent by the bank of the creek.

I'm a  light sleeper. After we have consumed  bottles of gin, my group went to sleep and I went out the tent to refresh myself with cool air.

Suddenly I saw a flaming object like a size of a chicken silently flying in the air. I took my camera to record it, flying in descending pattern and it landed at the lagoon. Minutes later the flame went off. I was amazed but I have the idea that the object was a supernatural one so I just keep it to myself.

At early morning a hermit with long hair and thick beard, who lived in the cave nearby visited us. He talked to us, asking if we have seen the flame that night and had recorded it. I knew he was referring to me because he saw me holding my camera.

Then he whispered to me in our native language that I must delete that video because a curse will befell on me. Then he secretly put in my pocket a purse and whispered to me that it was gold.

When our eyes meet I was hypnotized. I could feel his power and  I became obedient to him. I vowed to him and then I opened my recorded video and delete it.

I returned to him the purse when my normal senses returned. I knew that it was just a ploy and inside the purse were just grains of sand.

How to scare the giant Mantiw and where to find it; what is its natural ability and power

A Kinaray-a folk tale of Culasi, Antique retold.

In Spanish time, the place was still forested and night mystical creatures can easily be heard and found at late night like the capre, mantiw, aswang, agta, maranhig and flaming chicken called bueacao or phoenix.

A man went to serenade a lady who lived in wooded place. As the man play his guitar, a mantiw, a lanky giant creature as tall as coconut tree saw the man and picked him up and placed atop his shoulder.

The man was shaken with fear upon seeing the hairy  face of the giant. But he could not make his move for he is now above the ground towering also above the treeline. Then the Mantiw walked and the man held on its hair so that he will not fall. As the Mantiw walked, the guitar of the man was shaken and made a crashing sound. The Mantiw stopped and was annoyed. The man sensed his bewilderment so he strum hard the guitar as fast as he can and the crashing sound on the ears of Mantiw made him to go crazy.

He placed the man atop the tall buri palm but the man continued strumming his guitar.
The Mantiw was frightened and ran away leaving the man atop the palm.

The next morning the man shouted for help. The villager wondered how he had climbed atop the tallest tree.
Then, two long bamboo poles were joined together by the villagers; raised to the tree and the man clambered down on it.

Super fast flash fiction; like a passing image of a demonic ghost that haunts and assaults me every time I entered an abandoned house alone.

The door creaked as I entered our old  ancestral house abandoned for years.

Surge of  cold wind slapped on my face.

In a room I saw a rolled palm mat on a wooden bed.

Protruding from the mat was a head an old skinny woman facing me. Then she slowly opened her eyes.

I knew it was just a mirage. I shut my eyes.

Reality.

Up the wall a hanging portrait of an old woman greeted me.

The same face.

I blinked my eyes many times.

Nightmare!

How to capture Tikbalang or Tayhu. Where to find and slave it. What you must do to defeat it and became its master.

From the oral account of Arnold Pacheco of Oriental Mindoro.

In our village there's a man who had captured a man-horse called tikbalang or tayhu creature that belongs to underworld creature that goes back and forth in our dimension as they wished to do.

Tikbalang is human in form from feet up to the neck. Its head is the the form of a horse with hair and mane.
His height is much taller than human and has more bigger body. Its genitals were the same of human with penis and testicles hanging on its crotch.

This man went home in the middle of the night  where the moon shone brightly. When he passed by the dike of the fishpond, he found the Tikbalang soundly sleeping, lying on the ground.

The man knew that it was his chance of a lifetime because tikbalang could not be seen on ordinary night.
He knew that once he defeated the man-horse tikbalang it will become his slave.

Slowly he came nearer and suddenly he grab its testicles called bayag. He pressed it hard and strong and the tikbalang growled in pain. He wanted to kick the man but the man pulled it hard. The creature cried and cried and fell into submission. It became lame and weak and on its eyes the man saw that it surrendered to him.

After that event that man became rich. Later at his ripe age, he died, but his slave, the tikbalang was still alive. When the corpse the said man was intern at home,  the tikbalang visited his wake as a paid visit to his master. It was seen by his sons and daughters.. As a small boy then, I also smell the strong  odor of the horse  animals even though I  saw nothing. We even saw some of the hair of the horse fell on the ground when daylight came.

Egosum, Latin Prayers what its effect against sorcery, witchcraft, aswang evil and gayuma Lumay mantra of Love

Egosum is one of the heavenly words of God as explained by my grandfather,a shaman.

From the author's experience. Summary of  conversation in native tongue translated.

What is the effect of prayers using the words EGOSUM?

SHAMAN :    It is powerful because it conditioned your mind that the unique word has power.

What are the sample of these prayers?

SHAMAN :   Sample prayer for safety against any danger or harm from unseen treath.

EVICT SUM
DELICT DUMUS PESTERIFS
PREFACTUM EGOSUM

How will this affect the one who murmured it?

SHAMAN :   The word will signal your mind that it is powerful and no unseen danger can harm you.When your mind have faith on it your body cells will follow and be alerted in slightest infraction. You became prepared.

Other variation of prayer for the safety and avoidance of harm.

SEU  AC  SEA EB
DEUS DEUS DEUS SEATOU

Prayer to kill the Witch, aswang evil Spirit and sorcerer.
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Against Lumay, gayuma and love potion to be freed from it.

MURMURLUM MURMURTUM MURCIATUM
EGOSUM
CRUZEN
PORTES PARTES

The words itself has no force but your faith on the hidden power of the words is the one that put forces on it and became effective. Like the placebo effect that can heal your sickness without medicine.

THIS IS THE ANTING-ANTING VEST OF fILIPINO HERO MACARIO SAKAY CIRCA 1900

Flash Fiction for children : A DAY AT THE BEACH

    Our teacher gave us an assignment for a Formal Theme in English. The title of the theme is “My Most Memorable Day”. She told us that we can ask for help from our parents.

   I called my mother who is busy cooking in the kitchen.

  “Mama, what will I write for this theme, My Most Memorable Day?

  Mama smiled and said, “Of course your seventh birthday, Gino.”

   I was not convinced. I looked up to recall that day.

“You had forgotten it already, Gino,” said Mama. “Try to look at those pictures in the album.”

 “I could not understand Mama. I wonder why she said that it was my most memorable day. In one picture of that birthday I am standing in front of the table full of foods. At the center is a big cake. There is a whole lechon, spaghetti, fried chickens and many more. The house was decorated with balloons and colorful ribbons.

  Then in one picture together with my friends, we gathered around the clown. We were all happy but I did not felt it was the most memorable one. Papa was not here on my seventh birthday. He was on a ship in the middle of the sea. If only Papa was here, it would be my happiest birthday.

  Then I came upon a picture of our family in the beach. We were under a big umbrella. Papa was hugging me while Mama carried Tintin. I could still remember that nit was taken by a fisherman.

  So I rushed to Mama with that picture in my hand.

  “Mama, this is my most memorable day!” I exclaimed.

  Mama looked at the picture then she smiled. She held me on my shoulders.

  “Gino, I never think that this one is your most memorable day,” said Mama.

  “Because Papa was here then,” I said. “I’m very happy on that day because we were all together in the family.  And beside, Papa teaches me how to dive.”

  “Papa can’t be with us always, Gino. He is a sailor. He loves us that’s why he works hard to give us a better life,” explained Mama.

  “Yes, Mama I understand,” I said.

  “So even Papa is not around on special occasion, Mama is also here to make you happy,” cheered Mama.

  Mama told me to write about the picture I choose and she will read my work later. So I recalled again what had happened.

  Papa came home from abroad. There was no occasion to celebrate then. It was just an ordinary day. Farmers work on their farm and fishermen went to the sea. On that day Papa gave me a gift.

  “Belated Happy Birthday, my son,” said Papa as he handled to me the big box.

  I thanked Papa and when I opened it I shouted, out of joy. It was a complete kid’s diving set. It has goggles, snorkel and a set of flippers.

  The next day Papa brought us to the beach.

  Papa brought me to the water up to my waist. He helped me to wear the goggles, the snorkel and the flippers. He told me to float while my face looked down at the bottom of the sea.

  So I did it. And for the first time, I saw the beauty of the underwater. It was amazing. The water is full of life. The sea grasses were dancing with the waves, while colorful fishes played with my hands. I could see the glittering shells as well as blue starfish lying on the sand.

  “It’s beautiful, Papa” I said after I removed the snorkel.

  Papa smiled at my delight.

  “Dived a little deeper and look closely at the rock. There are lots of them on it,” said Papa.

  So I dived and look at the clump of rock. There are holes on it. In one hole I saw a small lobster guarding it. In another hole a baby eel was hiding, exposing only its head. These two creatures were all alone in their house and it seemed to me that they were lonely. Maybe there parents left the hole in search of food, I thought.

  After getting some fresh air I dived again.

  Near the hole of the eel, a small red fish playfully swimming around. When the fish swam closer to the hole, the eel snapped the fish and instantly caught it with its mouth. The fish wriggled to get away from it.

  I was surprised. I thought they were playmates.

  You’re a bad eel, I said in my thought. I hurriedly extended my hand to help the fish but the eel went inside the hole with the catch on its mouth.

  The fish is still alive, I thought. I can still save it. So I inserted my hand inside the hole. As I probed the hole, something pricked my finger like a big needle. So I immediately removed my hand.

  I surfaced and stood in the water holding my finger. It was so painful and I cried as I called Papa.

  Papa pressed my finger and blood appeared. He then dipped it in the water and shook it hard. Salty water made the wound painful. Papa said that there is a black sea urchin inside the hole.

  “Be brave, the pain will only last for few minutes,” said Papa as he patted my shoulders.

  Papa was right. Later the pain was gone. I wonder how Papa knew this thing.

  Later Mama called us for lunch. There were foods like hotdogs and fried chicken,  but we feasted on a big grilled fish .

  That was my most memorable day.

  After Mama finished reading what I wrote she looked at me with a sad face.

  “I will call Papa,” she said.

  After talking to Papa on the cell phone, Mama handed it to me. Papa told me on the phone that when he returns home, we will spend more time in the beach.

  How happy I am.

                                                 END

Aswang caught eating human baby flesh butchered at the river bank in a pestilence ravaged village

From the oral account of William Cahanding, Negros Occidental.

I am a  local militia man belongs to CHDF. One of our duty is to monitor the movement of the rebels in the remote area of the town.

We were tasked to observed the river bank where the rebel usually crossed in going to the mountain.
That afternoon, together with my buddy, climbed a tall naga tree few meters away from the bank of the river.
Above the tree we hide among the dense leaves at the topmost part. We have a good view of the sandy beach of the riverbank. We can monitor whoever passed by the river.

As dusk fell down, I saw man carrying a sack. Then he looked around and found no one is around, he opened the sack. And to our surprise a corpse of a naked baby boy emerged. It was covered with mud.

We  immediately declared that the man is an aswang.
Then he washed the body of the baby in the flowing water. He put it in the sandy shore and then  took out his knife and slit open the belly. Blood came out and he licked it.  Then the aswang took out the liver and bite on it. Then he chew it as if savoring it before he put it on the sack.

I am  revolting in what I had witnessed and hatred  erupted on me. I took my Garand gun and aimed at him.
Then I shot the man on the leg. He was hit but he could see no one. He grabbed the baby, put it on the sack and run toward the tall grasses and  was lost from our sight.

The next day I was informed that a man who lived on the nearby village, was crippled by a gunshot and they suspected that he was mistaken for a rebel and was shot by the militia. We just kept quite on what we have know about the man.

How I had escaped from treacherous night attack of Aswang and its hunt-dog Wakwak by the river.

From the oral account of Josefino Seneris of Aklan

I used to fish elusive river eel by  using  long bamboo fishing rod called bagacay. One night at about 9 PM I settled at my favorite fishing ground where the eel are abundant. It was dark and I knew the eel will go out from the underwater cave of the river.

The portion of the river is deep with slow current that hit the mud bank cliff with a height of ten feet from the water. I sat down at  the cliff and threw my fishing line below.

I have a good catch that night so I decided to stay longer up to  midnight.

There were no noise around the river and I'm alone at that place.

Suddenly somebody pushed me strongly at my back and I was thrown into the water making a loud splash.
When I looked up at the cliff above I saw dark image of wakwak with flapping wings as large as umbrella.

I knew it will kill me so I swam toward the sandy bank.

Then the wakwak dived to me as I swam to the bank. Its claw ripped my clothes at my back wounding my skin.
I immediately drew my double bladed dagger and when the wakwak return and dived to me again I stabbed it and my blade struck its belly. Then it flew away crying like a crow, I immediately went home.

How I survived the attack of Invisible Aswang by using anti force silver bullet.

I slept  alone in our farm hut in the mountain miles away from our house at the lowland.
From the oral account of Edwin Torcuato of Makato, Aklan.

It was Sunday. I woke up early to go down from the mountain going home to our house. I didn't have clock nor any instrument to track time. It was dark and at the first crow of the rooster I knew it was already dawn.

But I was not aware that  it was still midnight and I didn't knew it until I got home and see our clock pointing 1 o'clock a.m.

Before I went down the trail I put silver bullets in my revolver because of Aswang. I didn't feared them because I know I can destroy them.

As I traveled around the trail, I heard the cry of wakwak, korokoto and kikik. I could not see them because it was dark but I could hear the flapping of their wings. I knew they are hovering just above the trees.

When I was nearing the bank of the creek where there are no trees above me, I heard a loud sound of flapping wings diving toward me. I sit down and fired in the air where the sound came from and to my surprise, a loud splash like that of a carabao falling on the water. I knew I hit the attacking aswang.

Then the water in the creek rumbles and immediately I shot that portion even though I could see nothing.
I hit again the creature and I could hear it splashing wildly.Then I heard it cry like in distress.

I run along the trail for I knew  that its other companion will attack me and I only I have two bullets left in my gun.
But before I could go down the last bend of the creek before  the perimeter of a village,  a huge dark shadow of a bull confronted me. I backed down, stopped and think. Then the aswang attack me and immediately I fired my gun hitting it in the body. I fired another one and the bull jumped on the creek and was lost.

I arrived in our house and my mother wondered why I went home in the middle of the night.
I said it was already dawn and to my surprise it was still midnight as pointed by our wall clock.

How to make Baras Charcoal antidote against deadly Black Widow spider bite and orange hornet sting.

Black widow spider can be found around your house, your garage, storage room and porch.  Orange hornet can be found in the forest, mountains and wilderness.

The spider has distinctive marking that you can recognize easily. It is slim with long slender legs. It has hour-glass mark on its body in flaming red.

Its bite can paralyzed a person while the  deadly hornet  sting can kill a person.

The anti-venom for this poison can only be procured from selected hospital in the city.

Baras charcoal, an age-old remedy of shamans of Visayan origin, antidote to the venom and the only first aid that can be easily prepared for personal use.

The procedure:

Prepare a foot-long antler of a deer, a reindeer or moose. prepare a heap of wood with the antler on top. Make a charcoal mound by covering the wood with green leaves and grass  then topped with ground soil.
Make an opening at the bottom on the ground. This will served as flickering portion. At the opening make a hole by carving hollow portion from the heap of wood. Insert  a flaming fire  torch in the hollow part and let it consume the wood. When the fire starts to burn, cover the opening with soil. See to it that the air that was entering  is just enough to burn the wood in slow reaction and not to burn it in raging fire. If this happen, cover with soil all the opening of the air.

After the the fire had died out, dig the soil and search for the burnt antler that become a charcoal.
Saw the charcoal into a small pieces.

To test its efficacy, drop the charcoal into your tongue. If it stuck and sucks your saliva it is effective.

Once bitten by these insects, just stuck the charcoal on the wound or the bitten flesh. It will suck its poison.

The mystery of Phoenix catching fire in flight and darkness where its radiant light cause insanity

From the oral account of Juan Salinel of Lanas Hambil, San Jose Island, Romblon.

My friend Eduardo is always awake every night especially during rainy season were planting of rice begins.
He used to pasture the water buffaloes  of his master during nighttime so that on daytime the animals will work in the fields with full stomach.

One night while we were together in the hills to pasture our animals, we saw a low-flying birds glowing in the dark. We immediately seek cover for we knew that its bueacao bird we are seeing. The flock passed above our heads without seeing us. We look at the flaming birds until it landed near the creek.

My friend wanted to catch the bird because it is a source of powerful talisman. He prepared his weapon that can penetrate the flame of the bird. It is an arrow with a  black coral tip spear on it. The coral is the antidote elements to the fire.

We had came nearer to the lagoon where the bird inhabit. My friend came nearer the place but I choose to stay behind hiding under the rock for safety reason.

Then suddenly one of the bird saw my friend. It fly in great flame toward my friend trying to attack him by burning but before the Phoenix bird can reach him, my friend shot his arrow and hit it.

The Phoenix  was hit hard and caught by his own fire and exploded in mid-air. One shot of flame hit the hair of my friend. He ran toward my position. Together we run as the flaming bird flew away from the lagoon.

At early morning, we search the remains of Phoenix and we saw burnt bones of the bird. I kept to myself the burn skeleton of wings and my friend kept with him all the remains.

Days later my friend got sick and became insane.
The shaman told him that his brain was cooked by the radiant  flame of the bird and he has no cure on it.

How to make and use Modern Tandok suction for saving lives from snake bites and venom of wild insects like hornet, spider and scorpion.

Retold from the practice of 21st Century shamans of the Philippines.

Materials

1. Carabao horn from matured beast.
2. Beeswax or plastic clay
3. Shaving razor blade - new and never been used.
4. Rubber bandage

Cut the tip of the horn 2 to 3 inches long. See to it if it was completely hollow.
Drill a small hole on, it the size of a hairpin.
Make at least a pair of the tandok.

How to use.

1. When bitten by  snake or venomous insect and have no access to anti-venom serum, immediately slit a skin deep wound on the punctured bitten area.

2. Put a tandok suction on it and suck the hole of its air. After it vacuumed the air inside and the tandok began to suck the flesh sealed it with wax or clay. See if the tandok will hold and stay sucking. If not, suck the air again.

3. Two inches away with direction toward the head make another skin deep slit  on the area. Put again another tandok in place.

4. If there are no more tandok to use, simply slit the area in upward pattern with two inches interval up to ten inches in length.

WARNING.

The process involved, using the tandok make the blood that carries the venom to partially ooze outward the poison thereby lessening its deadly power but not totally eliminating the venom.

SEEK MEDICAL HELP  immediately after the tandok first aid process.

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The Pioneer American Teacher's Colony, a novel and a Palanca Award entry 2013. A story about American pioneer teacher in Ibajay, Aklan against the backdrop of supernatural occurrence.

From the author's experience.

After I had finished my novel a 343-page manuscript about an American teacher in Ibajay assigned in 1902, I wanted it to be entered into the contest.

I lived in the farm and in order to finance the endeavor needed in printing of the manuscript that cost 5 pesos per page, and photocopy of 3 copies of each page plus the delivery service, I found it too costly for me to send my entry. Anyway I had sent it and it was painful for me to lost my two young goats to nothing. I lost the contest. as well as the female goats that I sold to finance it. It should have kids by now if I didn't dream of winning.

I wondered how it lost. Maybe out of technicalities or unconvincing story line that didn't even illicit a comment from a judge. Anyway, the novel was already written and maybe it will took more years to see it in print or maybe garnering awards, who knows.

I just give myself a solace by reminding myself that today's greatest painter had not sold any of his great work on his lifetime.

The story revolves around the American teacher who traced  that his bloodline came from a native tribe who descended from supernatural race.

The deceptive magical fish, a gift of aswang that cannot be eaten by dogs but can infect a person once he taste it.

From the oral account of Carlito Sevilleno of Escalante, Negros Island.

One dark night together with my father we heard the sound of Kikik and Tiktik bird flying around  our hut. We knew that the flying aswang was just around observing us. Then my father shouted at them.

"Hey,amigo you're hunting your food tonight. Please share with us your food  for we have no viand tomorrow," said my father.

Then the sound of the birds vanished. The next morning my father found out a large milk fish bangus, lying at our doorstep. We wondered who brought it. We were amazed why our dogs, just lying beside the fish never bothered to  taste the sparkling and fresh milk fish. My father knew it was the work of aswang. They fooled our eyes but father knew it was not a fish. It didn't smell like fish. He hang it the whole day and to our surprise, it never rot nor dried up.

Father grilled it in  the open fire and we wondered that its smoke never smell like fish. Instead, what we smell is an odor of a rotten wood soaked in water for a long time. When the fish was cooked, we threw it to the dogs but the dogs ignore it as well as the cat. Then we gave it to the hungry pigs but the pigs simple look at it. Now, we knew that it is not a fish for the animals has keen senses than us and they can't be fooled.

Father ordered us to threw it on the creek. He held the fish and murmured incantations against sorcery. When we threw the fish on the water, it changed into a piece of wood that slowly sank as it was carried away by the currents.

How the little boys escape from the attack of aswang malakat while they were alone at night in their house in the forest.

A Visayan tale retold.

It was two days before the market day of the town near the sea. the mountain people descended from the mountain to trade and sell their produce, mostly of root crops, abaca, and reptile skins.

In one house the parents give instruction to their children that they were away for three days and  told them that they must not venture away from their house and when night came they should not open the doors if somebody called their names. They also told them to carry knives and spears on their sleep.

When the aswang malakat, an aswang that could not fly, learned that the boys, where the eldest is only 12 years old were left alone they decided to investigate, observed and gain informations so that they will have no difficulty when attacking them at night.

When the aswang couple came nearer to the house dress and act as normal people, Pedro the eldest among them, knew their intention.

"Where are you going to sleep tonight, Pedro?" they asked.
"At the living room," he answered politely for the knew the old couples, their distant neighbor by the hill.

The boys prepared that night. They put the mat on the sala and put three cut out banana trees on it and covered with blankets like  sleeping persons. Then they climbed at the ceiling and tied themselves on the cross beam. They also brought with them their spears and knives.

At midnight the two aswang came as they heard the wakwak and tiktik sounds around the house. Then they saw two shadows entered through the door. Immediately the aswang jumped on the blanket and strangled it - but they found only banana trunks. Then from above, the boys threw their spears and hit the two aswang. They scampered by jumping outside the window.

How to acquire, gayuma, lumay,search, use amulet talisman of Lagpasan, Lusutan, roots of forest trees that penetrated rocks and tree trunks

The hardwood trees have powerful roots. It can crack a rock a concrete a boulders and other trees that lies on its path. These root is a powerful talisman against anybody. If you carry this kind of root, your thought can penetrate to the mind somebody who will look at your eyes and you can command him or her what you wanted to desire or act.

Retold from the practice of Karay-a tribe of Panay.

They root is called tuhuban or buhuan roots by the tribe. Most of this type of roots can be found on the bank of the mountain creek were the rock boulders are exposed. Search for a large tree by following the creek upstream. Once you find a tree look for its roots and trace it. When you found the root that bored through the rock, follow it on the other side of the rock. It  the rock has not been cracked wait for it by regularly visiting the place. Once the root emerged from the solid rock, let it grow for seven weeks. On Friday, cut the roots at the base of the rock. Hang it on a shade, not to touch the ground nor seen by anyone until seventh Friday.

Carve it  to your desired shape.Wear it as a pendant of a necklace of as a bracelet or as a belt.
Warning: Never dip it on water or ashes it will lose its power.

 To prove it, Tried to borrow anything from somebody whom you know and you can get it without difficulty.
Try to look at  a lady whom you admired and look through her eyes with piercing gaze. Once she looked also at  your eyes she will be hypnotized.

How I escape aswang attack inside their house at the eve of the fiesta by disguise and deception

From oral account of Ramona Garcia of Aklan.

My classmates in high school invited me to come to their village because of fiesta. So the day before, we went to their place. The house is a big stone house of Spanish design. He introduced me to her parents and they greeted me warmly.

That night we joined the dance party at the plaza and went home almost midnight.
While sleeping at the room with my friend, I noticed that the door was opened  in half and from it  I saw her parents peeping inside amid darkness. I heard them murmuring, saying that I am sleeping near the window. They also said that I am wearing a bracelet. I am sure that they are pinpointing my attire and planning sinister action on me. I feel nervous thinking that they will kill me. I have heard a rumor that the family of my friend were aswang but I didn't believed it. Later more and more faces peeped inside the room to look at  me.

I decided to change my sleeping position by lying beside my friend away from the window. Then I removed my bracelet and put it on the arms of my friend. Then  I keep quite while my friend sleeps soundly.

Later a shadow of a man entered the dark room. He groped our body, he touched my arms and looked for bracelet but he found none. My heart beat fast. Then the man knelled near the window and touched the hand of my friend and found the bracelet. Then the man knelled and strangled my friend with his hands. I heard her moan then  silence. Then the man wrapped my  unconscious friend with blanket  and carried her out of the room.

Out of fear that they will discover their mistake and return again, I slide down the window using my blanket. I ran toward the plaza where the band were packing up. I cried for help and luckily they kept  me safe.

My friend survived the attack that night but I broke up our friendship after the incident. On the neck of my friend their was a scar of slit wound on it. They could have killed her if they didn't found that  they got the wrong victim. Luckily I have a presence of mind and escape, or else I was eaten and feasted by the parents of my friend.

Aswang encounter in modern times and how to see them at night by using habak, pamlang, tulumanon and defeat them using ikog- pagi, saway dagger

From the oral account of Benito Sungcang of Boracay and Carabao Island.

I have an aswang friend whom I called Gimo. The year that was is 1960 and there was no electricity and motorized boat plying the Boracay, Panay and Carabao island sea lanes. One time he asked me to go to Boracay because of a wedding celebration of his close relatives. He told me to wait at the beach and when I hear the sound of kikik I will swap the grass of its dew and rubbed it on my eyes.

At midnight I waited but he was not there. Then I heard the sound of kikik and korokoto so I rubbed the dew at my eyes and to my surprise I saw my friend floating in the air in standing position. Then he landed near me.

He said that I can't see him because I have no pamlang or habak that was attached to my body. Then he told me to piggyback on his shoulders. Then he leaped but we could not fly and he dropped me on the ground.

You might kill me he said. I asked "why. He pointed  to me my hidden dagger made of saway under my pants. He also ordered me to remove the ikog-pagi or stingray spine necklace that I wore. He told me that it was heavy for him to fly and once he was slit with the blade of it, he will weaken and they will surely fall while flying. He told me Once the stingray's tail prick his skin he will also fell ill.

So on the second try, after I remove the copper dagger, we soar upward standing and then the air pushed us like we were swept with a typhoon wind on our back. Minutes later we landed at the white beach of Boracay.

I asked him how he managed to fly. He said it was a tulumanon. A certain kind of ritual commanding the wind to push harder at back while zapping the wind resistance at the front. Just like the way a high pressure wind of typhoon lashed the land. I asked him how he float. He said because of the pamlang that alters the gravity against him.

It was complicated and amazing to me but I never dare to asked him more for we reached the celebration already.

How to acquire magical Love potion, Gayuma, Lumay, : secret scent to charm ladies, influence men and destroy enemy.

From the oral account of Carlito Sevileno of Negros Island.

My father being a shaman told me this occult things that was also told to him by our ancestors that was proven to be effective and true.

He told me this...
I saw a swarm of fireflies at night flying around an unopened center leaves of the coconut tree. I know that the leaves is the one that I am waiting for. So I followed the steps of the ritual that was told to me.

I climb the coconut tree in complete darkness. After reaching the crown I focus my eyes on the palm leaves where the fireflies congregate. You should not touch this leaves with your hands. So I put my mouth on the branch of the leaves and bite the green soft branch. I gnawed the branch and cut it in small bite until the branch broke and its top slowly arched down. Then I bite the top branch maybe a foot in length and carry it in my mouth without touching with my hands. I  lay it on the branch and make another step of ritual. According to the ritual, I have to catch the fireflies with my tongue and mouth so I swallow  five live fireflies and close my mouth to kill them. then I bite the leaves and climbed down.

I set aside it, then climbed again as told by the ritual. I picked the ripe coconut and brought it down.

Before dawn, I had already cooked the oil of the coconut. I drop the fireflies and the leaves by mouth again and cooked it on the oil. After that I put the oil on the bottle together with the fireflies but I remove the leaves with my mouth again and buried it under the house. Now I have a powerful love potion.

I test it by giving my nephew a handkerchief wet by a drop of  the magical oil. I said choose a lady  and opened the handkerchief making her to smell the scent. That night he never came home. He slept that night with the lady. He also give a drop of the oil to other relative who has an enemy. And upon smelling the magic oil, his enemy became coward and submissive to his desire.

The biggest thing that my father had done is he gave some oil to a politician running for mayor in our town. In the rally and campaign, the mayor always wave to the crowd his white handkerchief soak in magic oil. He won three times in our town but the mayor has done nothing to improve our town and it was still backward.  At the fourth time of election, my father refused even he offered big amount of money. Father said  that the oil had dried up and mayor lost the election.


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Lemuria and the oral records of occult civilization, supernatural human, deluge, survival and preservation of the genes of the race

There's a tribe deep in the hinterland of Central Panay there's a tribe who claimed to be the direct decendant of an ancient race called Lemurian or locally known as Muruanon.

Taken from a conversation with a native of the tribe by Hipolito Salazar, a wildlife hunter.

They were like us in human form but I noticed that there bones are flexible. When they get angry their jaws elongate as well as their arms and legs. They were meat eaters and were adept in hunting animals and monkeys. They eat all kind of meat. They eat humans too. But only young ones and I'm old enough.

They show to me some of their supernatural ability. They can leap the banana tree and stand at the single leaf without breaking it. They can climb a coconut tree in reverse, feet first  clambered on the trunk and head downward. They can levitate in straight line then zoom forward and backward and lands vertically.

I was amazed and asked them how they did it. They said because of a Lemurian stone called pamlang, that they inherited from their ancestors and passed from generation to generation until now. They said the pamlang once in contact with the genes of Lemurian descendant, it will generate force that alter all the known force of the universe, like gravity and nuclear force of all elements.

I ask them why they eat human flesh and blood. They said that their genes are not immune to allergies. To counter it they have to consume human flesh and blood in raw form as an anti-allergy because this is the only type of blood that carry anti-allergy molecules.

They said their homeland was submerged by rising sea, 200 comet cycles ago but before it happened they have inter-marriage with the natives and produce first generation hybrids where their race emanates. Their ancestors also brought with them the pamlang with all around use. It can be a weapon, a healing stone, a transport tool a levitating tool to carry big stones or it can be a digger that can melt stones.

Underground City Pilgrims tales of Supernatural, Horror, cannibalism and vampire

From the oral account of a shaman from Kanlaon, Negros, named Julio Altamera retold by his son Junjun.

They called the underground city as Tigcarayo an industrial city buried beneath the Kanlaon Volcano.

Being a shaman, one of the initiation rites is to penetrate the labyrinth of  underground caves that leads to the bosom of the volcano known as pilgrimage to the spacemen. I am one of the participants. After three days of descend into the tunnel-like caves with one of our master shaman as guide, we reached the place.

It was a large swath  of open space maybe hundreds of  hectares in diameter. At the center is a flaming lake of molten stone that radiate with light making us to see normally. It was hot like a sunlight.  There are streams and lake too. On the lake I saw various type of mermaids. There are small like fishes and there are also big like crocodiles. The master shaman said that they were hybrids, manipulated by the supreme shaman of the place. There are also flaming birds abound roaming in the air. The master shaman said that they were related to legendary Phoenix  bird of Egypt and Babylon.

When we came face to face with the supreme shaman of all the shamans I found out that he is not  an all- human but they  said, he is hybrid too, the  highest and powerful. He look like human but his skin is scaly.  His race has descended from a race called  star men. But I didn't know that one of the pilgrim is not a shaman and a captive man only. Then suddenly he was grabbed and restrained by our master shaman and offered to the supreme master.

Instantly he collapsed and the supreme master knelled down and bite his pointed canine teeth at the back of his neck and suck his blood. The man felt like in ecstasy as the blood was drained on him.

How to see Demons insect, catch aswang, how to repair cure broken bones/ flesh of human and chicken

From the oral account of Germie Garcia of Alfonso, Tagaytay,
 Cavite.

I have a shaman friend who knew how to cure infliction by demons and supernatural maligno and tamawo as well as hewit of sorcery.

A woman who was inflicted with swollen breast diagnosed by doctors as breast cancer came to him to be cured because it was hopeless for medicine and doctor to cure her.

The shaman massage the breast together with secret crushed  herbs. Then he placed the clump of herbs on the plate and we saw small black worm and leeches emerged from it, chewing the herbs. He said those were demons' insects that eat  and infect the flesh of the woman. It was now under his control. Then he laid a bamboo tube near the plate then he whistled and all the insect crawled inside the bamboo tube. My friend covered the bamboo opening with clay. They are now under my control, he said. I can kill them.

In one of hour drinking session. He ordered us to crushed and break the bones of the chicken. He gave us his occult rooster named Hakaltha that won many combat in the cockpit. I broke its legs and cracked its wings making it limp. Then I broke its neck and the chicken was crippled and can't stand.

Then he touched the chicken ad massage it all over its body. Minutes later the chicken stood up as if nothing had happened.One time a farmer came to her with crippled legs and limping. He said the maligno broke his legs because he kick one of his children while clearing the field. My friend simply massage it and instantly he was healed.

He also knew how to catch aswang. On the cotton tree, called doldol or boyboy, He will wait on it on dark night. Once the aswang rested on the tree he will shoot it with an arrow with a tip of stingray's spine. The aswang can't fly if hit by it.  Then he will brought the aswang to his cave and punish it until it pleads that it will will depart from their place.

How to capture aswang, tiktik, kikik, wakwak malakat,and other midnight demonic creatures in Filipino culture

Fom the oral account of Lando Tagala of Cubay, Maloco, Aklan.

I had nearly captured the aswang creature but it  escaped before daylight.

I am a coconut wine gatherer, called mananggiti. One night I set trap against flying lemurs that drank my tuba wine atop the tree. these creature love t o sip the juice of the coconut wine in the bamboo tube attached to the unopened coconut flower.

Atop the coconut tree I set a nylon netting trap with a snapping loop that tightened when moved.

One night I saw  a shadow of flapping creature atop the tree, amid the clear light of night sky. I know I had caught the lemur so I climbed it.

To my amazement, what the trap caught is an aswang hubot -- the flying aswang detached from its lower body.

the net caught its bat-like wings and entangle with it. It cannot fly because the rope of the net was tied at the tree.

As I climbed to the crown of the coconut clambering on its branches, the aswang assaulted me by flapping its hands and wings on my body, trying to forced me to fall.

I drew my bolo and slashed it wings. I whack also its body and suddenly the blade hit the rope and snapped it making the aswang to fall downward. I heard a loud thud as it hit the ground. I immediately went down but on the ground it vanished from my sight.

Now I know how to capture this kind of creature and its allied demonic counterparts.

Hairy giant Mantiw attack night shift workers at Mermaid Sighting Creek after seeing Ball of fire

From the oral account of Noel Villanueva, Ibajay, Minuro Akean, Philippines.

We have a construction project at the small island of Li Mura at Sibuyan Sea. We are building a mini- hydro-power dam on the creek. Villagers said the creek is a habitat of mermaids but we did not believe at them.

One rainy night our two generators went all dead and darkness enveloped the area. We went out of the bunk house and went to the generators. We started it and it run again. But after few minutes it all stop.

We wondered why it happened. The machines were all new. Then from the creek we saw a  dark shadow of a human sitting on a rock. We though he is our companion. We counted all the workers and all of us 9 persons were all around the area. We surmised that the shadow might be the mermaid they are telling us.

One of us, who never believed in superstitious thing, threw a rock on the stranger and  hitting it.We heard a loud splash on the water. Seconds later a ball of fire erupted from the water and floated in the air. We ran fast to our bunkhouse and closed the door out of fear.

Later we heard a growl of strange creature nearing us and then our bunk house was shaken and it trembled.

Then we saw a hairy hand the size of a banana trunk smashed the wooden window and  ripped all the walling of our bunk house. We all dropped to the ground as the big hand pushed all the cabinets to fall. Luckily nobody was not hit by the falling wooden cabinet.

Seconds later the hand was withdrawn and we heard the growl of the creature, walking away from our place.

Modern Occult Website reveals the Power of Ivory in rituals against witchcraft and sorcery

Since ancient time the ivory from elephant's trunks, hippopotamus' trunk  and warthog's pangs were valued by ancient practitioners of occult arts.

Ivory rings worn by Kings and shamans can detect poison in a liquid like wine, water and juices.

Ivory chopstick used by emperors can detect poison mixed in the foods  that were prepared for them

Ivory carvings and decors  displayed inside the house or sacred place either in religious or arts works deflect, abort and break the sorcerer's spiel  as it penetrate and enter the area.

Ivory worn as jewelry or accessories also deflects negative energy and curses of witchcraft intended for the person, making him invincible  to their attack.

Most Catholic's images, icons and carvings of saints and holy persons of the church use ivory in their representation because of the power associated with ivory.

Retold from the Lost Wisdom of Hakaltha Book of Occult.
Babylon 7000 BC.

From  the oral account of an oriental  shamans passed orally until this generation of modern shamans.

Fighting Aswang, How to kill, destroy it and the Elements against, potent antidote and to acquire anti force from aswang attack.

You can't defeat an aswang in hand to hand and wrestling combat because the power of an aswang is equal to the strength of a bull carabao.

From the account of Antonio Cabales of Zamora Pandacan, Manila.

 Base on my own experience, when attack by aswang its hair will choke your nose and he will try to strangle you and choke on the neck.

I tried to fight back, I wrestled him but his body is oily that's why I can't grab him. The best way I did  is  pull his hair. The most effective way  when wrestling an aswang is to drop on the ground and bite the toe, the thumb of the toe. I was told about it and I do it. After doing it I sensed that his power was lost. He run and escaped.

To kill an aswang the blade to be used in fighting the creature must be made of copper. Once you wounded the body it will not heal and later he will die from infection.

The antidote so as not to be harmed by aswang is burnt horn and stingray spiny tail.

The the anti force employ to defeat its strength is the smell of crushed garlic and ginger.

Tandok Suction, Anti-venom, anti-rabies cure performed by shaman by slitting small wounds on skin as procedure.

From the oral account of Elmer Sabado of Luna, Umingan, Pangasinan.

The most potent tandok shaman is the one who have an inborn power of a snake. I have a town mate with  talisman who can cure snake bites through tandok and even with his saliva.

Venomous snakes love to dwell on the plantations of squash because its huge leaves make  the ground cool and dark. One farmer was bitten by a cobra in our village at his squash plantation.

It was a deadly bite because it strike at the blood artery of his leg and poison travel  fast as the blood circulates. He was found bluish and violet all over his face and gasping for breath. He was dying after few minutes of being bitten.

He was brought to the shaman and tandok horns made to suck on his face and neck and on his head with the hair shaven. But tandok could not save him for the poison already paralyzed his nerves and muscles. Soon his heart will stop beating if not remedied.

The shaman knew that the only antidote is his saliva. He prayed and cough hard sucking a dried saliva from his throat and he placed it on the wound and on the crown of the head.

Miraculously, the man was cured for the poison was neutralized by his saliva.
They said that the man has a twin snake when born and the anti-venom saliva was developed inside his body when he was still inside the womb together with his snake twin brother.

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Flaming Phoenix or Bueacao: Rebirth, Regeneration of Burnt ashes needed to acquire talisman from original replica.

From the tales of Ati tribe of Panay. Retold

One night while Bucag, an Ati shaman meditating at the bank of the mountain lake, he saw the Bueacao  bird catching fire while in mid air and then it plummeted into the lake.

He immediately ran toward where it landed. He hide among the grasses and bushes in order to hide from its deadly light.

To his surprise he saw a lovely naked lady wading on the lake. Then he saw a pair of flaming  wings hanging at a branch of a tree  that touched the water of the lake.

He knew that the enchanted lady owned the flaming wings. He decided to snatched the wings but he don't know how to do it for it was flaming. He decided to bath it with water.

He cut a bamboo tube and fetched water on it. Then he splashed the water on the wings and it was soaked and stopped burning. He touched it but it was not hot so he decided to carry it home.

On the next morning in his hut by the forest, the naked  lady came and now begging him to return her wings,
but Bucag wanted to know more about her secrets. The lady promised him  wisdom for healing ailments of his tribe. The lady also told him that she will leave to him one of her feathers that will served as his protection from any flaming birds whenever he encountered it.

He returned the wings and the lady vanished after she had wear it.
Bucag became a famous shaman in the land of Ati.

Demon in Giant Bullfrog Dwelling in Creek cause breast Cancer and Cure with Ritual

From the  oral account of Carlito Sevilleno of Escalante Negros.

My father's cure for the infliction of the demon is called paghalad. He will seek the demon and offered it with gifts so that the ailment will be cured.

A  pure-white chicken was killed and steamed without salt or spices. He ask for 7 pieces of bread and 7 pieces of cigarettes together with one bottle of gin.

In his search, he found the abode of the demon on the bank of the creek. He ordered me to follow what he will signal to me. We stood up and he prayed his Lain incantation. Later he knelled and I also knelled. Then he signaled me by his hand to stand as he finished his prayer.

I heard him saying these words. EGOSUM FACTUM DOMINI

Every time he stood up and said these words I heard  splashing  sounds of falling rocks on the brooks.
From the brooks, a giant black bullfrog jumped and stick on his chest. It was huge as big as the big chest of my father.

He pointed to me the frog and whispered that it was the demon.

Then he shouted his incantations and the frog jumped to the creek and my father collapsed.
After he came into his senses he threw the offering food on the flowing water.

Few days later the person with infliction went to our house to show that his wounds are healing

LIBON; Eyeless Coconut Talisman for invisible man, Oil, shell, protect from bullets and blades.

A conversation with local shaman revealed this powerful talisman from the fruit of coconut with have no eyes. Usually coconut have three holes indentation where the new plant will sprout but eyeless coconut cannot reproduce a new plant because it has no eyes. This is called occult or supernatural coconut.

From the oral account of Alfredo Solidum of Beata Pandacan, Manila.

Libon or Sarado coconut is only found in one  out of many millions of its fruit. It could not be simply found.
Usually its tree grow in high ground where its crown could not be shaded by any tree. Mostly the eyeless fruit is facing where the sun rises.

I could not believe that its oil can protect the wearer from harm of bladed weapon but when the shaman tested it by rubbing the oil of it on his pet  cat. Then he ordered me to hit his cat with a bolo. When I chop the sleeping cat it simply rolled as if it  has a repelling  magnet on his body that move as you forced the metal blade to hit his body.

As for the invisible power, he told me to observe his act. The shaman carry  the coconut fruit in his hand, I saw him but when he removed his slippers and his feet had touched the ground he was gone. But I could hear him talking to me.

He said that his body was there. What happened to me is that my eyes were temporarily rendered blind by the effect of the element of the libon coconut on my flesh upon its contact.

Super Herbal Plant Bukadkad cures Cancer, Kidney and Heart diseases and fountain of youth promoting potion

An interview with modern herbalist-shaman named Sonny Sungcang of Ibajay Aklan.

Q:  Why are you always prescribing  Bukadkad /sambong / blumea balsamifera to most of the illness.
A:  The herb is a  neutral healer that leaves no toxicity in the body.

Q:  How does it cures cancer?
A:  The extracts of the leaves boiled in clay pot is ideal tonic. Taken before meal in every meal. It contains dark pigments we called kapaitan,  now  called   blumeaten. It inhibits growth of cancerous cell.

Q:  How about the heart and kidney ailments?
A:  The leaves has diuretic property when taken orally, flushing the body with excess water and salt.

Q:  How does it preserved youth and vitality?
A:  It has strong anti-oxidant element making the cells healthy and slow down aging. Today they call that element as Quercetins, but ancient tribe simply called it preserver extracts.

Q:  Do you take this tonic everyday?
A:  Yes, combined with lagundi  leaves, guyabano flowers, gingers and lemon grass boiled in a clay pot and not on metal is my favorite drink every morning and night.

Q:  How effective is this tonic?
A:  It depends upon the person but my ancestors live up to the ripe age of a century. I hope I could reached it.

The largest Queen of Turtles and the Princess of White Sand Island. The Ati tribe folklore

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                                        The Last Queen Turtle

                                         Ati tribe historical fiction

                                         Authored by Joseph C. Mangilaya

                                         Ibajay, Aklan

I am a princess. A long, long time ago the island of Boracayan was our kingdom. We belong to the Ati tribe who inhabited the island of Boracayan after our ancestors had sold the mainland Madya-as to the   brown datu of Malay. My grandfather, whom I called Papu told me this.  That was a very long time ago even Papu’s grandfather was not yet born.

Of course I knew all of these; Papu always told me this story before I sleep.  

As I have said, I am a princess, but not so fabulous. My skin is black and my hair is kinky.   I was born with misshapen legs. They were curved and small like that of sea turtle, that’s why I can’t walk.  Papu told me that my crippled legs were caused by the curse of the queen turtle.

Why I was cursed was not my fault. It just happened to me, otherwise, if I could only choose I don’t like this curse, but that’s that.

The curse of the queen turtle had happened to my grandfather. He’d spoken about it. He said it all started a long time ago. It started all while Papu was fishing for tuna with his long line. Its hook has a squid bait.

Turtles love to eat squids said Papu.

I love to eat squids too. They are soft and juicy when grilled.

That night, this turtle had eaten the bait   and the barb stuck on its throat and wounded it. Upon seeing what he caught, grandfather cut the string, and set free the turtle. But on the next day, he found the same turtle on the beach. It was not breathing anymore and its mouth has blood on it.

 That was the last time the   queen turtle was seen, said Papu. It was the last queen turtle that had set-foot on the wide white beach of the island long years ago, before things started to worsen, he added.

Papu said that was the queen of all the turtles and I believed in him.

Why? You haven’t seen the biggest turtle? That was it!

And Papu said, from then on their life started to become miserable. The shaman had told him that the supernatural being Tamawo, the guardian of the turtles, the custodian of Borabora waves that endlessly grind white sands under the sea, cursed our clan.

I wonder how this Tamawo look like, but say I have meet him I will beg him to forgive Papu and remove the curse from us. I wanted to be cured, as well as my mother too. Mother stayed alone in a hut at the sacred burial ground atop the Bolabog Hill. She was caged inside it. Father said I was still a baby then when the Tamawo erased her memory; that is why she doesn’t mind me. That’s how the curse afflicted us.

Few days had pass after the incident, Papu said, a golden ship arrived; bearing a woman     whom they called First Lady. Her armed guard had told Papu that she is the queen of the land for she is the wife of the president.

 Papu said First Lady wanted to buy   all the land along the beach facing Madya-as.  But Papu told her that it was not for sale. She offered gold and money but Papu turned down her offer. She became angry. She told Papu, that she has the power to put him into trouble if he won’t give her what she wanted.

Papu said he was so scared upon seeing the guns pointed to him then. And so he gave the shore land to the First Lady for free.

Then months later, visitors came to the island and stake their claims on other areas.  Papu said he had found out that First Lady had distributed the land among her friends and allies from the mainland. And when these outsiders started to enforce their claims, the whole tribe peacefully retreated to the hills.

Maybe the First Lady has the power of a witch. I told Papu then. He just smiled.

Well, that was the sad way how Papu lost our land.

 Don’t you know that I have a friend named Rema. I didn’t know that she was named after a breadfruit tree. I didn’t care. After all she’s the only one who can talk to me that can’t be affected by the curse; because her father is a shaman. You know shaman; it’s different for them.

Rema always told me about funny things she had seen.  One time she told me about visitors who lay on the white sands, looking at the sun the whole day till their skin got burn.

.”Maybe these people wanted to become like dried fish,” joked Rema

 And then we laugh at it until our eyes dropped tears.

 She also told me that she had seen mainlanders gathering boatload of coconuts. She said she had wondered if those men can really eat all those coconuts.

 Strange, isn’t it? As for me, I would ask only one young coconut and then savored its refreshing juice until I feel cool. I love also fish cooked in coconut milk but it made me sick if I eat a lot of it.

But Papu was sad upon hearing about it.

He told me that our tribe had planted all those coconut trees.  Now they claimed it all and left nothing to us.

Poor Papu, he couldn’t forget the past. I knew that it hurt him.

One thing I observe from Papu is that, he was sickly. Maybe that was the reason why he handed down to my father his throne. And with that, my father became the king of the Ati tribe of Boracayan.

Papu is now a very old man. He is weak too. Every time father gave him noodles for breakfast, he would always look blankly on it. He bowed his head while eating; sometimes he shook it while eating.

But I like noodles very much.

I asked him if something was wrong with the food. He told me that long time ago, different seafood were abundant around the island and he missed all those things.

 Poor Papu, he always compared things about the past. Maybe old men were like that. So that was all right.

At this time, as the visitors flocked to Boracayan endlessly; there were many scary stories I had heard from Rema. She always warned me not to walk alone at the beach. I had wondered why she said that.

 I laughed. How could I?

 “I can’t walk!” I insisted.

“No, Ecay! That’s not what I mean,” she blurted.

She had told me that   there was an unkempt man roaming at the beach with a very big sack on his back, picking aluminum cans and plastic bottles. While telling this, she’d thrust her face toward mine and whispered to me.

“That man snatched children and sold them to the builders; to be thrown into the foundation, to be cemented alive!”

She had said that as she shook a bit.

“They say that it makes the building stronger,” she added

Of course I’m scared too. How terrible it would be. I will not think of it. Really, I don’t want to be caught by this man. I still wanted to live, maybe up to a hundred years.

Papu just smiled if I told him this. But he said he was sad because buildings now were crowding near the beach and spoiled the natural beauty of the island

Poor Papu, he can do nothing.

I missed Rema now. She didn’t live on the island anymore. Her family was transferred to the mainland, on the rocky hill of Sambiray, as told by my father. The last story she had told me was a sad one.

 She said that one day a horrible thing had happened.

 She told me that she was alone in their hut when big men came and destroyed it. She said that, she ran toward the house of her uncle near the smelly dumpsite, but had found out that they were also there, destroying huts!  She admitted that she was terribly scared at that time. So she ran toward the hill, toward our house. But sadly she stumbled upon the rock. She said she fell hard on it and skinned his knees.

 I can’t forget that day too.  In our hut then, she showed to me the white flesh cut open. It was an awful sight and I could not look on it for long.

 That was her last story. Of course I always wanted to talk to her.

Sometimes I think of my mother too. I didn’t know that I had thought her. It just happened. The last time I saw her, she was sad. In her hut, she sang as she removed the lice on her hair, looking afar. How I wish that mother could be cured from the curse of the queen turtle so that I can talk to her.

 She is not insane I swear. She knew me, all of us. As I have said, it’s the curse.

Then this summer, Papu surprised me. He said the president had answered. He repeated those words many times while smiling up to his ears.

 I don’t know what it is.

That was the first time I saw Papu very happy, even if he doesn’t dance. I knew it.

 He said a man from the palace had talked to him.

 Well, I believed in him even though I have no idea how a palace look like.

 He told me that a palace is a very big and beautiful house where the king and queen of the land live.

 Now I knew what a palace is.

 Then I suspected that it might not be the truth, because father is also a king but we have no palace. But Papu explained to me that as the former king, he never thought of building a palace. He has no money. Aside from that, Boracayan was already a beautiful island. It was a paradise for them. They don’t need a palace anymore.

Perhaps Papu was right.

Papu told me that the man will be back on the other day. He will bring a camera to record our sad story.   He had said to Papu that the new president who happened to be a mother would like to hear our story.

So Papu told me to be ready to answer, if asked. He said, the man would ask me what would be my wishes.

“Can she grant my wishes, Papu?” I asked.

“She has a lot of power, she can do it, Ecay,” assured Papu

Maybe the new president is like a fairy godmother, I said to Papu. He only answered me with a smile, but I noticed that he hugged me tight and put his nose on my kinky hair as he swayed me.

Well I don’t mind. I’m busy thinking what I will wish from a fairy godmother.

Then I suddenly thought that if she got a power, perhaps I can ask her to remove the curse on me and my mother.  Of course I’m sure that she won’t decline that, after all she is a mother too.

Then just by thinking about it I feel like dancing.

 “Are you a fool Ecay? Look at yourself. Can you really dance?” I murmured.

I could not sleep that night. The mere thought of a fairy godmother made me happy.  Don’t get excited as I did.  Because I’m thinking if I would ask from my fairy godmother a beautiful palace

I thought that it was not right. Well, I’m going to change that.

I will ask her if she could bring back Rema’s family to the island.

Can this be possible?

Papu was sure that she will grant our wishes. He said the president would have pity on us; after all we’re the real inheritor of the island.

Then I feel like dancing again.

Then something beautiful happened in my sleep that night. You know what is it?

The queen turtle arrived at the beach. I was there together with Rema waiting for her. Then she carried us on her back. We swam around the island. She showed us a palace atop the hill. It was beautiful and was sparkling with lights. She said it belongs to our race. She told me that she had forgiven our failing.  She also told us that Rema and I will never be separated again.

Then I woke up.

Of course that was just a dream. But wouldn’t you be happy if somebody had forgiven you?  And never be separated again with your friend. So I am. Thank you.

Then that morning, the words of the queen turtle came true.

 I didn’t know that Rema had arrived. She came up behind me silently and struck my back as she called out my name.

I almost jump!

Well, for a while I was startled. But after seeing her laughing at me, I was convinced that it was indeed Rema I’m facing now.

When Rema held my hands I pinched it hard and she shouted as it hurt her. Then we both laughed at each other.

Rema said, they returned to Boracayan because the president had granted the Ati tribe their wish. The president will be building a village for the relocated Ati tribe within the island, as said to her by her father.

That was beautiful.

And from the moment I had heard those words from Rema, I could feel that all my dreams will soon come true.

 I could feel that it was just a matter of time before I would be able to walk. Same to my mother; I knew, she would be cured.

 Then we will be living together in one house as one happy family. And we will live happily ever after.

Oh, I forgot one thing. There shall be a palace; remember I’m a princess.