By: Shandy Roque
I was working when my friend informed me about an invitation to do a quest in Bulacan. Since it was on a Saturday evening, I agreed to go. We just had a stint with ABC-5 a week ago. And, because some of his friends viewed it, they were very curious about questing and seances. They also wanted us to check out a place in Bulacan. They wouldn’t give us any information about the location. And, that’s exactly how I like to do my questing. I knew that the result of my trip there would be good. However, I didn’t expect to dream about the place. It was very dark. The ground was wet and grassy. I passed by a fan-like tree. And, as I walked, I smelled blood. I also heard women who were crying and screaming for help. From afar, I also heard a demonic laugh. Where am I? I continued to walk until I found a huge tree. Hanging from it was a rope. And suddenly, a man appeared. He was hanging from that rope. Of course, I immediately associated this dream with the quest that I was about to perform. I was quite alarmed. I immediately informed my partner to contact other people. The quest cannot be done by just the two of us. My friend didn’t heed my warning. So, the two of us ended up going there without a support group. I was very edgy. While we were eating dinner with our hosts, I was told that one of them had also dreamed of a dark grassland and a demonic laugh several times. I gave my friend a look of alarm. This quest was not going to be easy. We were brought to the residence of a lawyer. Behind the house, I found a vacant lot. It was beside a pond. In that vacant lot, I saw a fan-like tree resembling the one in my dream. I was stunned. But my curiosity won over my fear. I asked if there was a way around the pond and I also inquired about the big tree that I saw in my dream. They showed me a route. I trudged on the slippery path, wondering what I’d find. I didn’t find the tree. According to the person who served as my guide, there used to be a tree fitting my description but it was struck by lightning a few years back. He showed me where the tree used to be 1 was amazed. It was on the same spot I saw in my dream.
On my way back, I was convincing myself that the facts that I have gathered do not prove anything. For one thing, I didn’t walk over a pond in my dream. The grass was wet but I was walking on dry land, not over water. I do believe in the paranormal but the best way to keep feat at bay is to disprove it. Apparently, my technique didn’t work. When I went back to the house, I was told that the pond used to be part of the grassland. I cussed. It was a bit rude, but I couldn’t help it. “What was the man wearing?” the guide asked me.
“He was wearing white. His top was of a lighter color than his pants though.” The man said, “He must be the same man that was being tortured here.” He pointed at a section underneath the house. “This used to be a Japanese garrison. I think the man you mentioned has a wife. She’s also haunting the place..”
And then, everything fell into place. The women who were crying were being raped and abused by the Japanese. One of these women was the wife of the man who was tortured until he was finally executed. But, Something was missing . The demonic laugh. “Did you see a big man who looks like a best while you were looking around?”
A demonic being. The evil, demonic laugh, Now, that made things very complicated. Demons feed on negative energy. And, being a place full of suffering spirits, it reeks of negative energy. After getting all the facts, I took my cards and started reading. My own mind cannot find the solution. I have to consult my higher self. As I flicked through the deck, I found my answers. The quest cannot be finished that night. Help was very much needed. For that night, my friend’s task was to reunite the husband and the wife who did not see that they have been freed from the horrible experiences that they continue to replay. My task was to put a protection spell on the place. I also needed to leave something to the daughter of one of the inhabitants.
I informed my partner about this and he delivered the message to the family, Apparently, one of the inhabitants has a two -year old daughter who was psychic. I saw her palms. Her mystic cross was drawn across her fate line. I performed my magic while my partner communicated with the dead man. I took out my athame, stabbed the ground and pointed to the sky. I closed my eyes and chanted words that I don’t even understand. After chanting, I whistled. The wind suddenly blew. I knew that the good spirits I have always depended on heeded my call. They will remain in the area until I come back. I couldn’t find a crystal that I can leave with the daughter. My partner didn’t have one either. I was slightly perplexed. The mother immediately told me that an old woman gave her a crystal. It was supposed to be used by her daughter one day. Again, another form of synchronicity. I took the crystal and chanted again. I allowed it to pass through the flame from a lighter. “It’s a bit warm but it would not hurt you,” I told the child. She immediately opened her palm as if she understood me.
keep this safe,” I said. “Don’t lose this.” She immediately closed her hand. She understood me. Immediately, I used my mind to convey to her what she must do. I passed on my knowledge to the two-year-old child. Her eyes were fixed on me. I was stunned. The child was unusually powerful for her age. She was very sensitive. It was no wonder she was being haunted by so many creatures. Her mother complained that she was once crying. She had a very high fever and she kept on saying, “No! I don’t want to go with you.”
At once, I knew that the crystal was meant to shield her, to give her strength and wisdom. I left knowing that all will be well until my return.