How to fight and destroy Pinoy Real Zombie maranhig or amalanhig. How to find its power and acquire

Maeanhig of Aklan, Capiz or maranhig in Panay language are  real zombies who terrorized the locality when they rise from the death from their grave.

In  circa 1900, in American colonial times, there was no embalming of the corpses. When a person died he will be buried before the 5th day of his death.

From the experience of Inspector Randy Wallace, an American PC officer  with headquarters in Ivisan, Capiz,  retold by Juan Suguilon.

I was told that their were zombies roaming at night in the far flung village of the town. They told me that they were living dead person who strangled villagers while they are sleeping at their huts at night.

One night together with  some native PC recruits, we patrolled the area with out lights. On our way home I smelled a rotten flesh like smell  that of a long-dead rat. The natives whispered to me that the zombies were just around, hiding among the  bushes. So we prepared our guns, their Kragg rifles and my own Colt 45 revolver.

Then three shadows crossed our path and so we aimed our guns. They kept on closing on us and the odor became suffocating. I shouted at them to halt or else I will fire, but they kept on pressing their attack.

We fired our guns but the bullets did not stop them. One of my men told us to climb a tree with low branches hanging. We found a guava tree and we  all climb on it.

The zombies followed us but they could not climbed the tree. Then one native cut a  long branch of the tree to be use as bat to destroy the zombie. After he cut two of it, he gave one to me. Then he told me follow his move.

From the low branch the native jumped aiming to hit one zombie as he fell on the ground. The zombie was hit by his legs and was thrown out to the ground. Then he hit him with the branch as bat.

I also jumped on one of the zombies and clobbered him with my bat. Then we joined hands in clubbing the last zombie until all of them dropped dead. We tied the zombies and hauled them with a buffalo sled toward our headquarters.

The next morning the family of the zombie claimed their corpses. They told me that the zombies had been buried few days ago in the mud but because of their ingested power, a centipede like alien creature that resides inside their bodies they kept on living even they are dead.

They told me to pour water on the mouth of the zombies. In one zombie, we poured water in his mouth until his stomach bloated. Then  I kicked his stomach and to my surprise, a wriggling black centipede came out of his mouth.

I kept the centipede alive inside the glass bottle and I wanted it to bring it to America to be examined.

Then one o native PC recruit told me that I will became a zombie too if the centipede escape at night and enter my mouth while I'm asleep.

For ladies and women effective and for practice.How to make lumay gayuma love potion to attract men and make husband submissive

From the oral account of Elsa Ascanio of Adiango Ibajay now residing in Beata Pandacan.

My father is a shaman. One of my problem at my early marriage is having a husband that was cruel and womanizer.

I kept my problem to myself but my father discovered the acts of my husband and he pitied on me. He told me to imprison my husband with the effect of potent lumay or gayuma that will change his behavior forever.

One of the most effective and natural lumay is the scent of the genitalia. He told me that our body produces a scent from our hormones and was drained at the lymphatic outlet of the genital area, sa singit or in our crotch and was seeping at our underwear like panty  bikini or shorts.

He told me to boil my used panty in clean water until the fluid  became turbid. Set it aside in a glass covered with black cloth at the top. He told me to enforced the liquid with incantation by calling the soul of my husband to obey what I wished to expect about  him.

I said in our dialect.
"Thou soul of my beloved husband (name) I will give you my desire to change. In this water lies the cure. Come and drink into it.
Then I prayed the prayer of my desire. I prayed that I believed in the power of the liquid.

The next morning I used the liquid as the water for his coffee that I served to him. I repeated it for seven days without lapses.

Now he became submissive to me or what we call under-de-saya, hen pecked, and he reformed his behavior.

TUWAANG, Lightning and wind rider hero of Bagobo Manuvu epic who reached the place of Land without Death

From orally translated ancient Filipino Epics retold.

Tuwaang is a supenatural being, the ruler of the land called Kuaman.

He was told by the whisper of the wind that Batooy, a friend,  asked for his help to rescue the lady from the sky world of Buhong. The wind told him that the lady has a giant suitor and she refused to marry him. This angered the giant called Pangumanon. The giant is powerful and out of anger, he destroyed the land by burning it.

Then Tuwaang ride with the lightning to travel to far away land of Pangavukad.

Together with another friend, from Pangavukad  they journeyed to the land called Pinaggyungan where the lady of Buhong lived. In this land Tuwaang was admired by all women because of the  magical charm that he possessed.

In this land, Tuwaang challenged the giant for a fight. Even though the giant's head was towering above the clouds, he could not defeat Tuwaang. Their bladed weapons  called kampilan clashed and were broken because of great strength. They threw the wooden handle and upon reaching the ground the handles grew into a tree.

Then the giant threw his putung, a metallic cane, toward Tuwaang and the thing turned into fiery metal  and coiled around the body of Tuwaang. Then tuwaang raised his hand and instantly the putung died down. In return he threw his putung and it was so powerful that it hit the giant and killed him.


Part Two of the Epic

Tuwaang went to a weeding in Monawon.  A talking bird called  Gungutungan. Battle with a man from Sakadna that shook the earth until it reached the under ground world of Hades where the god is Tuhawa.

Tuwaang killed his enemy by buying the golden flute because in there his enemy hide his soul.

He married the lady of Monawon and they lived happily ever after.

How to Capture, trap and lure Mermaids from their underwater habitat and use its power to attract ladies like a love potion gayuma

From the conversation of a Visayan shaman named Florentino Javillonar of Siquijor Island.

Is mermaid a real creature?

Yes. It was a dimensional creature where it can enter and go out of  Earth dimension through gateway.

Is this thing has a basis?

From religious point, it has. In Genesis, on the fourth day, these kinds of entities were created before mankind.

From scientific point? Do we have evidences about the mermaids?

In countless of sightings it does exist. Orally recorded and its images were sculpted and painted in earlier times.

In this modern times of camera why there are no photos and video of it.

The mermaids are night creature and are elusive. They can't be capture by ordinary camera, except in camera with infrared tracking system.

Have you seen a mermaid?

Yes, at night I trapped it from an underwater lagoon feed by mountain stream.

What did you do then?

I cut her slippery hair. It was so fragrant and no perfume can equal its scents.

How did you trap it?

I use lure. An eyeless coconut. I cooked its meat in charcoal until golden brown and put it in a bamboo cage big enough for them to enter.

Why eyeless coconut?

It was the antidote to their fish-like traits. They were attracted to the scent of burnt coconut meat.

What happen then to the captured mermaid?

After I had cut its hair, I  release it for it was crying. so I let her go.

How does it look like?

Their face were like human with smooth  brownish skin on the upper body. Below the waist  is fish-like part with thick skin like that of eel.

What happen then to the fragrant hair?

I use it to attract women.

So how many wives do you have?

I got only one. Its our culture. But I have many children that  sometimes I don't know that I  am their father.

I laughed hard. And we both laughed.Then he offered me a strand of the most fragrant hair of mermaid.

Do I need to decline it?

Essay, Article, Speech for Junior and Senior Prom Night. Turnover of Mantle and Key of Responsibility

TURNOVER OF MANTLE OF RESPONSIBILITY

Guest of Honor and speaker, Principal, Faculty Staff, PTA President and Officers, Alumni, Parents, Juniors, and fellow Seniors, a pleasant good evening.

This lovely evening of, 8^th of February in the year 2014 will be one of the most memorable events of our life, the integral part of our high school experiences – the Junior-Senior Prom.

In four years of stay in our beloved Alma Mater, the Sta. Catalina Academy, our student life here will soon come to an end. This is the realization that we are leaving high school in the days to come. We, Seniors, will take an important step into a new stage of our life where greater challenge lies ahead.

Juniors, you are the inheritors of the strong and proud legacy of our school. Being the next batch of Seniors, you will continue the cycle of high school life. On your shoulders lies the responsibility of being the role model where underclassmen will look upon to you as their big brothers and sisters. You will continue our unfinished tasks as we sail to discover new world. Juniors, strive to hone your skills and traits of being the leader and role model of the younger students of our school.

Respect and utilized also the wisdom that you have learned from us, from our experiences and successes because we have come before you and had crossed this difficult stage of being the Seniors.

Fellow Seniors, invested me with responsibilities as being the class leader. At this juncture, it is my honor and privilege to pass on to you, Juniors, the mantle of responsibilities. We have done our part and it is now the time to relinquished it on to you.

Each mantle bears the weight of task. Put it on, and carry its weight, and go on with the journey. We knew that you are willing and able to continue the cycle of work that we are going to left behind.

This turning over of mantle does not mean that we turned our back toward the school. It only marks the beginning of our greater responsibility toward our Alma Mater as well as the community.

We have a vision for our school -- a vision of greatness. I exhort you, all of you, Juniors to nurture this vision as I passed this mantle of responsibilities on to you. May each and every one of you will fulfill your roles and commitments with honor, passion and pride.

Thank You.

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How a friendly Mantiw giant stole cooked foods and how he make fun of a sleeping man by putting him on a tall tre.

From the oral account of Rodel Andrada of Asan Poblacion, Sison Pangasinan.

My village is a hilly place where tall and big trees abound. Our house, a small hut was at the foot of the hill where tall tress surrounds it.

There was no electricity in our village and it was dark at night. One bright night with clear moonlight, my father pointed to me a tall shadow of a man standing by the tree. The mahogany tree was alone and the moon cast its light on it and its shadow can be seen on the ground.

There was a shadow of a man as tall as the tree but when I looked at the tree, nobody was there standing.

Father said it was  the mythical mantiw giant that can't be seen by our naked eyes. He said he lived on it. Father said he was friendly but mischievous.

One morning my father was looking for the iron pot kaldero, where he cooked paksiw na bangus  fish that night. He left the pot on the stove. He was crazy looking for it. Later we found out that it was hanging atop the tree where the mantiw lived.

Father silently cursed the tree as he climbed to get the pot. He knew that shouting at the tree will anger the mantiw.

But the most unforgettable incident that we can't forget is this one:

One night, a drunken man passed by and  shouted curse at  the unseen mantiw on the tree. All of a sudden the man  shivered, passed out and  fell asleep at the tree. The next morning the man woke up atop the tallest tree. He shouted for help and he was tied down by the villagers with ropes before he was brought down.

From then on, nobody cursed the tree nor cut it out of fear of the invisible mantiw giant.

How the shaman hilot or mananod latin prayers oracion became effective in assisting pregnant women delivering a no-pain childbirths.

From the oral account of Andrew Abracia of Luna E., Umingan, Pangasinan as told by his grandfather.

My grandfather is a local shaman who specialize in the childbirth. Most of the women in our village as well as the nearby  towns that surrounds our place were seeking the help of my grandfather.

In his time, the hospitals were few and are far away in the city or big town only. So, they fetched my grandfather by horse, carabao or by cart to administer the childbirth. He was famous because of the no-pain birth he gave.

I asked him how he did it.

He said it was simple because he inherited the latin prayers and oraciones to make it effective.
He said he memorized the  texts or verbos so that when the libreta, micro book was lost, he still knew the words.

He said once he reached the doorstep he will recite in murmur the prayers.

Then he will asked for 7 pieces of  fresh and fertile eggs of chicken. He will picked one of it and murmur his prayers and after he was done he will blow the egg with his warm breathe for 7 times. Then he will cracked open the egg at the pointed top and make a hole. Then, he will offer the egg to the pregnant woman and told her to drink it in sucking whole the content.

Minutes later, the woman will give birth as if she was just like defecating.
If the woman will not deliver, another egg will be taken and follow the same procedure.

It was effective because he can't use the 7th egg before a woman will give birth.

Sadly, he was killed by a sorcerer friend who envied him. His sorcerer friend gave him a delicious food that he could not declined. Deep inside the food is a powerful kilkeg that he did not detect. After eating, his body reacted but could not removed it.

Slowly he became weak and thin. He could eat but he vomited  all the food that enters. So, he died slowly of hunger.

As for us, nobody inherited his shamanism prayers for we feared that somebody might envy us and suffer the same fate.