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Come
Wednesday, I received a dispatch request for a case on Saturday. As
always, to avoid biases, no dispatch details were given except that we
are expected to be at the dispatch point at 6:30pm sharp. 7 of us
confirmed our availability for that Saturday Quest™ and I was
relieved to know that some of my team mates also confirmed. Little did
I know that I will be encountering one of the most difficult and
emotional Quests™ of my life.
I was the last one to arrive, coming from work, haggard and at my
wit’s end, still thinking of the dream I had, so I was not
paying attention to what our team leader was telling us. I went through
the motions of smiling and nodding at appropriate times but my mind is
a million miles away. I thought I fell asleep because I was suddenly
seeing images of three children running in a dark hallway, stark terror
mirrored in their innocent faces, the will to survive very much
palpable coming from them. They seem to be running away from something,
as evidenced by the frightened look on their faces. I can even hear
their screams as they were running, scampering for shelter nowhere to
be found. It was a dark hallway with rooms on each side. They stop
every once in a while to try one of the doors to no avail. Then they
stopped, all blood drained from their faces, and faced their faceless
pursuer. At this point, my team mate shook me to awareness. We were
still at the dispatch point, waiting for our Agent™ to
arrive. It was past 7pm and we were already worried because it was
beginning to rain heavily. Our Agent™ finally arrived one
hour after the dispatch time and we were relieved. We boarded their
rented van and we are finally on our way to the outskirts of Manila. We
relaxed a bit and a low hum of restrained conversation filled the
interior of the van but I tuned it all out, wanting to sleep while in
transit. I awoke shortly before we arrived at the Quest™
site. Just as we were rounding the bend, I saw the structure of what
seems to be an old public school. I shivered inward, praying that this
is not the Quest™ site. We parked in front of it and a sense
of dread and realization dawned upon me: This building looks familiar
but I couldn’t place it as to where I have seen it before. It
was not until we entered the main foyer of the school that I felt my
heart skip irregularly as I looked left and right. This is the maze in
my dream, the hallway, the dark alley where I saw myself running
endlessly. My eyes bulged in realization that this was the same hallway
in my vision earlier where the three children were running away from an
unknown pursuer! I almost blacked out when we went left then proceeded
to enter an empty classroom. The room per se is sterile enough to be a
normal classroom but I couldn’t shake the dark sense of
foreboding that suddenly surfaced.
At this point, our team leader instructed us to scan the room (scanning
means psychically sensing energies, entities, memory imprints,
emotional imprints, which might have been left in the room). I was
drawn to a particular dark corner of the room and when I went there, my
hair stood on end and I suddenly felt cold. I was shivering and
sweating profusely at the same time, a sure sign that I will be
channeling later (channeling means communicating with the entity). As I
touched the wall and the floor, I felt the palpable aura of terror in
this area. I surmised that this is the same spot where I saw the three
children cowering from extreme fear. Still, I went on scanning, and I
saw my vision playing again in my mind, this time more vividly and more
explicit. As my team mates converged for a briefing, we learned that
three children were murdered at this very spot a week before and there
were reports of sightings and sudden drops in temperature in this
particular room, which confirms the presence of spirits unable to rest
in this room. We proceeded to let the Agent™ tell us the tale.
It was late in the afternoon, and all children were already dismissed,
due to heavy rains that threatened to flood the entire town. Three
grade one children remained in the school, waiting for their parents to
pick them up, unable to go home because of heavy rains and anticipation
of a flash flood. They were last seen playing in the school foyer, as
reported by the janitor, but soon, they stopped playing and started to
get apprehensive because it’s nearing night time already. The
janitor reported going home, leaving the three children in the school,
complacent that their parents are on their way to pick these children
up. That was the last time that anybody saw them alive and laughing.
The following day, the first period teacher entered the room, baffled
because of upturned tables and chairs as seen from the classroom
jalousie. She entered the room, determined to give a piece of her mind
to whoever did it to her classroom when suddenly, she noticed a reddish
liquid pooled near her desk and splattered on the walls. Then she
screamed, her screams echoing through the entire school, and then
blacked out. What she saw was too much for her as she saw the three
children, her pupils, sprawled lifeless on the floor, the same corner
where I scanned, with their eyes bulging out and their guts spilling on
the classroom floor. The rest of the day passed by in a blur with the
police examining the bodies and the parents hysterical outside the
classroom. When the bodies were removed and bagged, there only remained
the splatters and pools of drying blood and the body outlines where the
three corpses lay side by side.
It truly is a chilling tale! We were aghast as to the heinousness of
the crime! I confirmed that this really happened and related what I saw
in my vision. We decided to have a circle in the hopes of communicating
with the spirits of the children with the resolution of their issues as
the end goal. We proceeded with the Tower of Light exercises, a
protective visualization exercise, but instead of covering ourselves
with blue light, as was customarily done in quests, we ended with
covering ourselves with pink light, the symbol of unconditional love.
During the entire exercise, I felt my back began to ache, as if someone
or something was leaning heavily on me. I proceeded to cover myself
with pink light, as was instructed, but I was deeply bothered by the
heaviness and extreme pain on my back. We formed the circle, with me as
the channel, and one of the more senior Questors™ acting as
the facilitator (the facilitator is the one directing the flow of the
Quest™ and is also the one guiding the channel through the
entire process, asking questions, verifying facts, and overseeing the
proper flow of energy within the circle) and the other members of the
team, with the agent and the parents of the deceased children,
completing the circle. During this time, I started to cry and scream at
the same time from both mixture of physical pain and emotional pain
that reverberates from the spirits at my back. I started to speak,
relaying to the people in the circle what really happened that fateful
night.
The three of them, Totoy, Biboy, and John (not their real names), were
playing at the school foyer waiting for their parents to pick them up.
Their class was dismissed early due to heavy rains and they rejoiced at
being free from classroom work. They got tired of playing eventually,
and they sat on the front steps, forlornly staring outside for signs
that their parents have arrived to pick them up. Suddenly, they heard
footsteps coming from the back hallway. Dismissing this as another
janitor trapped in the school, they continued to sit and stare out of
the main entrance. When they turned around, an unknown man was staring
at them balefully with bloodshot eyes, with his hair in a tangled mess
plastered all over his face, his clothes dripping wet, holding a piece
of wood on his right hand, and a kitchen knife on his left hand. Biboy
stood up, being the bravest of the three, and faced the stranger with a
look of reproach on his eyes, and asked “Sino ka? Bakit
nandito ka? Bakit ka may hawak na kutsilyo?” The man
continued to stare at them longer, then spoke out, “..hindi
na kayo susunduin ng mga nanay nyo. Gusto nyong sumama sakin pumunta sa
likod ng eskwelahan nyo? May ibibigay ako sa inyong laruan.”
Totoy stood up and pulled John with him, sensing imminent danger, and
went behind Biboy’s back, whispering to Biboy,
“Nakakatakot siya, tsaka bakit sya may dalang
kutsilyo?” The man advanced forward, still sneering and
looking at the children menacingly, saying, “..halika, laro
tayo taguan. Ang mahuli ko, patay.” At this point, the
children, without thinking, ran towards the left hallway, not thinking
clearly, thoughts clouded by terror, screaming for help all the while,
but their voices were drowned by the incessant drumming of the rain on
the school roof. They ran and ran blindly, trying each door if it is
open, to no avail, remembering that the classrooms are always locked
after school. Then they happened to come across the only room left
open, perhaps by the janitor, in his haste to go home. They went inside
and sat at the darkest corner of the room, waiting to see if they lost
their pursuer already. Then they noticed that the door was thrown open
and the man was standing at the door, holding the knife, and panting
heavily. They couldn’t escape, they knew at that instance,
but they still screamed at the top of their lungs desperately until the
man just came over them and stabbed Biboy first, all the while
shouting, “.. ayaw nyo makipag laro? Eto sa inyo! Mamatay
kayo!” That was the last thing that the spirits remembered,
but what echoed to them even in their non-corporeal state, was the pain
and fear that they felt during that time. I was crying uncontrollably
then, as with the people within the circle. They also felt the pain,
anguish, hopelessness and fear that the boys felt at that time. Then
they showed me the face of their attacker. I shivered in fear because
there is pure menace, pure blackness of the soul, emanating from the
man.
At this point, I couldn’t bear the pain any longer, and I was
practically begging for them to get off my back, to no avail. Our
facilitator then led us to leave our messages, a very emotional message
round ensues, with everybody crying unabashedly. Then she led us to a
visualization exercise we termed as the “Lotus Love
Bomb”. This exercise aims to fill the spirits/entities with
unconditional love to alleviate their suffering and to aid them in
accepting, albeit the violence in the circumstance of their deaths,
that they have already passed away and must move to the light. After
covering the spirits with pink light, the facilitator asked them if
they see a white light beyond them, and they answered yes. We asked
them to move towards it and promised them a better place than the one
they’re in presently. We encountered resistance on the side
of the spirits, with the spirit of Biboy saying, “Paano sila
mama? Malulungkot sila pag nawala kami?” We then asked the
parents to talk to their kids, telling them to move on to the light,
and that they will be ok, even if the process is painful for them as
the parents. When the parents finished their messages, the three boys
held hands and moved slowly to the light, looking back once, and then
finally, stepping through the open archway of light, until the blinding
light swallowed them.
The heaviness on my back receded immediately, and we proceeded to break
the circle. We each took and lighted a single white candle, placed it
on the murder site, and offered our prayers, all the while crying tears
of regret for lost innocence. We then sat on the scattered chairs by
ourselves, contemplating and still crying, thinking as to how somebody
could have done this to the children. Up to now, I still cry whenever I
remember this particular Quest™. My heart cries out for
justice because the man is still at large and I cry out for his
victims, for the families that lost three innocent children, and for
the childhood that they lost..
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the names and some circumstances were changed to protect the privacy of
the agents and their families
** this article was first published in The Manila Bulletin,
October 29, 2008
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