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.