Visions

Visions are really hard to interpret... Sometimes we saw the right things but interprete it differently. Sometimes our rational thoughts get into the way. That is why we still need to validate those things in the real situations.


Sometimes a color might be a message in itself. A number may mean many things. It might be a date, plate number, number in the shirt, birthday, etc.

I am reluctant... but I need to. I already talked to the family. I needed to see the area where the mass graves were discovered. I have to be there to really find what we were looking for.

Momay Case: The Visions Begin

It had been days since I received the missing person case. This case is unlike the rest I've handled before since this is somewhat "huge case".

Some friends are discouraging me to get involved. They were commenting "Hindi ka natatakot?" (Aren't you afraid?) I simply told them that the incident scared the hell out of me. I even refuse to see it in the news or just even glimpse at the pictures of the victims. But if I would dwell on my fears, I can't help to ease the pain... I am just a disabled psychic... Just like a person who knew how to read but doesn't read at all.

I can't sleep with the lights off. Visions of things that happened flashed in my head. Last night, I cried my heart out. I was really very thankful that a friend readily came. He talked to me and ease the tension that I was getting. I saw how those victims died. I saw faces of people in "brown or dark green" uniforms. I saw the victims falling into the hole... Almost all of the things that happened came to me in a vision. Even when I am awake, I can still see glimpse by glimpse.

I should've been used to this. But somehow seeing those murders in front of your face isn't a normal scenario that somebody can have.

When the family was talking to me, a vision flashed in my head. I saw an old woman (80 years old) and a man (30 years old). Behind them is a "bahay kubo". The old woman was wearing a malong and a head dress while the man is wearing a dirty or off white unbuttoned longsleeves. He is also wearing a maroon or brown pants without any foot wear.

I also saw a dead body, face flat to the ground. He is lying near a vehicle. He is wearing a white polo shirt with thin strips of red or green.

I also saw a cave like structure but with vegetation all around.

I also saw some grass, banana trees and a rough road.

For now, I don't know what those visions mean. I just told the client what I saw...

In God's own time, the truth shall unfold and somehow, the emotions will be an peace... of course with the help and prayers of everyone.

Psychic Horoscope 2010

Psychic Horoscope 2010, the magazine where I write my articles, is finally out in the market. Grab a copy and learn more about "gayuma" or love potion (page 58).

PSI: Momay case (part 1)

Reynaldo "Bebot" Momay, of the Midland Review, is one of those who were included in the Maguindanao massacre. Until now, he is still missing. The family went to see to assist them in the search.

A Season to Remember

I am a baptized Catholic. But it was ages since I was active in my religious affiliation. Although people around me are insinuating that I had become an atheist. That is where they were wrong. I am still a spiritual person. However, my religious practice now is centered on the old ways. My celebration of Christmas is usually on December 21, the original feast of the Higher Beings.

Every Christmas season, I usually celebrate it differently every year. There was a year when I visited a cultural community and cooked food for the children. There was also a time when I distributed some old clothes to the poor. There was also a visit to the jail. This year I planned to visit the sick in the hospital where my sister is employed. But the untimely death of a loved one of one of my students let me decide not to push through with it. Instead, I offered a day of prayer for the bereaved family.

I thought, I would just celebrate Christmas just like an ordinary one, having a meal with my family. However my father organized a sort of community service in our own home. He called all the children of the neighbors to visit us. He instructed the children to sing some Christmas carols. Then he gave them bags of candies and some money. It was brief, very simple. And yet it struck me. It gave me great joy to assist him in giving the candies.

There is great satisfaction in humbling yourself, giving something for others and welcoming them into your life. This is the real essence of the season. Have a wonderful holiday everyone. Enjoy.

Confused Heart

Confused Heart
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Walking along the threshold of my life
Every step I take is a question I find
Suddenly, you came to me as a surprise
My heart was drawn into a deep confusion

I wandered further into the depths of my emotion
Now I’m lost in the melody of a song
Might this be the answer to an unknown question?
Is this the place where I truly belong?

Things sometimes appear not what they seem
Emotions may cloud every vision and dream
When things are moving faster than they should be
The greater risk of hurting is a guarantee

I walk slowly, taking care in each step I make
I am considering all the risk I have to take
I might have been unromantic to take things this way
But I am not risking, breaking my heart again

My Place in this World

I was contemplating about my life. Suddenly a question popped out of my head, “What the hell am I doing here?”

I was reminiscing those times I’ve been through, all the things I accomplished. I can’t help it but to ask myself why am I in this type of life.

Don’t get me wrong. I love my job right now. Giving guidance to the new generation brings a lot of satisfaction. Teaching history is one my dream come true. However, I can’t help but wonder. If I have stayed in Manila, would my life still be the same?

In the year 2000, I successfully bound some of the most influential magickal communities here in Mindanao. I have organized different activities wherein everyone shared their own tradition. It went well for 2 years. Now, I am very happy to know that most of the people I worked with have their own success in their respective ventures.

In 2006, I auditioned for Nginiiig Paranormal Investigation, a TV show in Studio 23 wherein psychics were investigating different paranormal phenomenon. I emerged victoriously and was named as one of the Junior Psychic of the show. The show went on for months. Then it was cancelled due to lack of monetary support.

After that, I was invited by different TV shows in both ABS-CBN and GMA to guest as a paranormal investigator. Among the shows where Rated K (ABS-CBN), Shoptalk (ANC), SAPULSO (QTV), Kapuso mo, Jessica Soho (GMA), Mel and Joey (GMA) and Us Girls (Studio 23). I was even interviewed (through phone) by Mr. Rey Sibayan of DZRH.

I also managed to solve few of the cases that were handed down to me. Among those was the case of the missing children, the murder and robbery of a loved one and others.

I still have many things to babble about my accomplishments in the field of paranormal research. However, it won’t help me answer my question... “What the hell am I doing here?”
Now, I am working as a Guidance Counselor and History Teacher here in our locality. The town is very boring. Most of my social life is in the internet. I am over worked. The pay is not as much. I rarely use my learnings in paranormal. I have no clients for fortune reading anymore. Then why am I staying?

I am always a believer of the phrase, “Everything happens for a reason.” It maybe that my stay here is heading towards a brighter reason. Maybe, my stay here is for a certain purpose, which is unknown to me... for now.

All I have is faith. Faith that someday BATHALA will be able to enlighten me about my question. Faith that somehow, somewhere a destiny is intricately woven just for me... the destiny that I have to embrace for the rest of my existence.

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PLACE IN THIS WORLD

(Michael W. Smith)

The wind is blowing

But I am standing still

A life of pages

Waiting to be filled

A heart that's hopeful

A head that's full of dreams

But this becoming

Is harder than it seems

Feels like I'm

Looking for a reason

Roaming through the night to find

My place in this world

My place in this world

Not a lot to lean on

I need your light to help me find

My place in this world

If there are millions

Down on their knees

Among the many

Can you still hear me

Hear me asking

Where do I belong

Is there a vision

That I can call my own

Show me I'm

Looking for a reason
Roaming through the night to find
My place in this world
My place in this world
Not a lot to lean on
I need your light to help me find
My place in this world

Answered Prayer... Resolved Emotion

Lately, I've been confronted with different emotional problems that are not easy to bear. Others might think that being an "empath" helps you have an edge when it comes to relationships. Since I can read and channel emotions, people think that I could easily confront it and offer solution. That is when they are wrong. Reading and Channeling an emotion is very different from Confronting and Healing it. Yes, I must admit. Being an empath might have given me a lot of times when I know what others needed before they can utter it vocally. However, it is not always the case. Sometimes, I can misinterpret what I read. It's because emotions are very different from words and actions.

My boss talked to me earlier. I was called to the office together with two of my co workers. We were asked about our "little fight" last week. I must admit, I had done something to make it worst. Rather than offering solution to resolve it, I reacted aggressively. After all the things were clarified, my boss requested for me to stay behind.

We had a one on one talk. He reminded me about my anger. (This was the part when I burst into tears). I told him that I am really very bothered by this. I couldn't understand why I had these emotions trapped inside of me. If you see it objectively, the commotion was just petty. However, I could feel that my anger is taking over my being. I even told him that I was shaking and my hands are getting numb when I confronted my co workers. He advised me to find some means to overcome it... I told him, I will.

While walking away from the office, from the school... I was very clueless. What would I do? How can I face my anger everytime I am in the situation of confrontation and miscommunication?

I just wandered around. I took a merienda with some of my co teachers. I went to the store to buy some liquor and cigarettes... somehow, my mind is in a "stand by mode".

Then I loaded my broadband. I planned to surf the net just to get my mind off things.

Suddenly, an old friend popped up from my messenger. At first, I was puzzled who it was since it was ages since we chatted with each other. She offered a proposal about "blogging". I realized that it is a great idea. It is indeed a great solution for me to focus on something away from it all. It is not a means of escape, but a means of coping up with things. I thanked her for the suggestion she had given (Thank you Ellaine!).

Now, I have the mission to update my blog as often as possible. And somehow, I could also have the opportunity of sharing my life to everyone... my life as an ordinary person... my life as a psychic... my life as a magickal being.

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