Wednesday, March 18, 2009


The song “Sinaktan Mo Ang Puso Ko” (you broke my heart) by Michael V had a strange effect on me. During the time I was experiencing things that to me were very unusual, whenever I heard that song, I felt as though it was meant for me and directed towards me. I felt as though I was being accused of hurting someone else’s feeling.

In the workplace, when I heard a male co-employee sing that song quite a bit loud, I felt uncomfortable. When I heard that song on the radio, I wanted to cover my ears. I seemed to have persecution complex. Or was I really getting paranoid then?

Also, during that time, I had a very close friend from Laguna whose youngest daughter was my godchild. As my days were stressful and there were problems in all areas of my life, I always ran to my friend for moral support. He was my refuge and when I found things to be so unbearable, I would see him.

In one of my visits to his place in Laguna, my two-year-old godchild (perhaps younger), who was so very fond of me gestured to me to carry her as she stretched her little arms. We were about to go to the public market then to buy some foodstuffs.

While I carried her in my arms and as we walked our way to the market, my godchild pointed to the distant mountain before us and as though giving me a riddle, asked me, “Ano ang tawag mo sa bundok na…” (what do you call the mountain that…) but I could not recall her complete statement. If I was not mistaken, that mountain she pointed to was Mount Banahaw.

I wondered why such a toddler could talk to or communicate with me that way as though she was already a grown-up girl.

What amazed me even more was when the baby came closer to my face, then her little mouth, barely an inch away from my ears, whispered, “Gaudencio… Gaudencio…” (my real first name).

Flabbergasted, and a bit scared, I looked at her and asked her, “Sino’ng nagturo sa iyo niyan?” (who taught you that?) Gazing at me fixedly, she then seriously asked me, “Hindi ba Gaudencio ang pangalan mo?” (isn’t your name Gaudencio?) She then sang as though she meant it for me, “Sinaktan mo ang puso ko…” (you broke my heart…)

A few minutes later, she fell asleep with her head resting on my left shoulder.

Monday, March 16, 2009


In the latter part of the 90s, during my designation as Alternate Evidence Custodian of an intelligence and investigation office, I reported for work on a day which was supposed to be my day off. We had a TV set in the Evidence Room and, to do away with loneliness, I turned that TV set on.

The program on TV then was a prayer rally by a religious organization led by its preacher or leader.

The way the religious leader preached seemed improper to me as he appeared to be boasting. Unimpressed by what he was saying, I said to myself in the local dialect, “Teka nga, mapatay nga itong TV!” (I’ll turn this TV set off!)

To my surprise, as though the preacher heard me and as though he was just inside the room, he pointed his right index finger to me then said, “Sige, kung gusto mo, patayin mo pa itong TV!” (Go ahead, if you want, turn this TV set off!) Though a bit afraid, I turned it off.

I couldn’t figure out how that incident happened. Perhaps, it was just pure coincidence. Since I found it real difficult to comprehend, I just resigned to the fact that there are occurrences in this world that are beyond man’s comprehension.

Friday, March 13, 2009


The Chinese Fan

I began experiencing strange things after graduating from college. That was in the late 90s, just before the approach of the new millennium.

I was on board a Victory Liner bus bound for Manila. I was seated all alone at the back. A male passenger who was seated three empty seats away and in front of me lifted a tabloid as he read it. The banner headline on the tabloid’s back page read, “ABOT KAMAY ANG GINTO” (gold is within a hand’s reach).

I seemed to be under a spell. I felt as though I was hypnotized. I was following what the banner headline suggested.

I looked around and tried to find out whatever it was that was within the reach of my hand. I found a Chinese fan on a vacant seat some five feet away from where I was seated. I picked the fan up and tried to spread its blades wide open. There on one of its inner blades were written five (5) numbers like 17, 24, etc. (I could not remember the three other numbers). And the last character was a symbol—that symbol of infinity that we learned in our Modern Mathematics subject in my freshman year in the high school.

After reading what was written on that Chinese fan’s inner blade, I lifted my head, looked around, and as the bus reached the junction area in San Fernando, Pampanga, it made a stop right in front of a lotto outlet where a signboard in bold letters read: PLAY LOTTO HERE.

As I was very nervous then, I threw the Chinese fan outside of the Victory Liner bus’ window.

A few years had passed after that incident and, one afternoon, as I exited the Subic Bay Metropolitan Authority’s Main Gate, I went to the lotto outlet just after the Main Gate Pedestrian Lane. As I approached the betting window to make my bet, I found on the window pane a Chinese fan similar to the one I mentioned above. And I remember that incident. I smiled as I picked up that Chinese fan that was probably inadvertently left by a female bettor. That Chinese fan is still in my possession up to this date.

No, I did not win in that draw.


There are occurrences in our lives that are inexplicable and very difficult to comprehend. They not only make us wonder why but they even seem to (or really) debunk some scientific theories that we learned in school.

I have my share of the inexplicable. I did not know if I was possessed then or there was a problem with my nervous system. Or both. I turned to Religion for an answer but I was very much confused and afraid. In fact, for quite some time, my faith in God was shaken.

I sought professional help but the psychiatrist just prescribed a number of tranquilizers which I used not for a day nor week nor month but for years. And before I knew it, I was heavily dependent on them. In fact, I couldn't do without them.

I experienced sleepless nights and there was even a time when I was wide awake for days. I was psychosomatic, I thought I was sick. I thought I was losing my head... I thought it was the end of me.

Let me share with you those supernatural experiences. And this third blog of mine is exclusive for those inexplicable phenomena. However weird, I hope you'll enjoy reading them.