I’ve consciously stopped myself from writing about my faith or my thoughts about the metaphysical for quite some time because I thought that many people were more authoritative than I have already registered their thoughts on spiritual matters.
I’ve talked with people who are atheists and called themselves people of science and are quick to dispel and ridicule experiences of anyone and call them “imaginations of the mind” while giving credence to the power of the human mind to create irrational experiences and thus categorizing such experiences as “paranormal.”
I fell victim to such quick-witted individuals, who are happier to brand anyone’s “spiritual” experience foolish as long as it doesn’t fall under their definition of what is spiritual.
I find these people very arrogant and disrespectful, not only because their assumptions are in itself unscientific and stupid but also because they cancel the chance for an open dialogue in the spirit of inquiry while halting a real chance of a conversation.
But the truth of the matter is that I understand them, and I get where they are coming from because I was like them in one way or another. And the only way that I could change my point of view is not by ridiculing people who ran counter to what I believe, but by being and trying to be in their shoes and seeing the world the way they see it.
I mean, isn’t it more scientific to be the one sitting and observing a group playing spirit of the glass because you want to find out if the glass moves and if it does answer questions?
Isn’t it more scientific to join paranormal investigators and see for yourself if there were really “ghosts” haunting a particular place?
Isn’t the whole business of experimentation about proving or disproving a theory?
But alas, even if they experience anything out of the ordinary, these people already have an explanation even before hearing out about other people’s motives, perhaps people who are more skeptical than them and have been studying the phenomenon for years?
And what about the 30 million people out there who experienced near-death experiences? Do you brush them all away as a figment of one’s imagination?
Anyway, kaya ko sinusulat ito eh kasi medyo naaasar nako sa mga taong napaka sure sa sarili nilang alam nila lahat ng sagot sa mundo lalo na pagdating sa mga spiritual na bagay.
(Note: I shifted to Tagalog because I feel that I need to write more in my language)
Sa lahat ng pinaka ayaw ko eh yung mga taong sarado ang utak at mas mabilis pang mang husga kesa pag-aralan nila sa sarili nilang baka may point naman talaga yung taong kausap nila.
However, here’s my very own experience of the paranormal, and I have to admit that I have a lot; I consider the things I can’t explain scientifically because after they happened, they can never be replicated and can’t be willed to happen as opposed to how scientists would like to judge a phenomenon outside of their own experience.
Because for scientists, as long as it can never be replicated and “objectively” observed, it means that the phenomenon itself is not “scientific.”
So here’s what happened:
The Spirit Of The Glass
Nag-start kaming maglaro ng spirit of the glass nung college ako sa U.P. Dorm, ang reason Talaga kaya sumali ako eh para patunayang Hindi ito totoo, at the same time out of curiosity na rin.
Sinimulan kasi ito nung isang friend naming babae na balita samin eh lagi nyang nilalaro mag-isa sa boarding house nya, i mean talk about courage di ba?
Nag-lalaro siya mag-isa, ganun siya katapang, at sinasagot daw ang mga tanong nya.
So inaya nila akong maglaro sa kwarto nila sa dorm kasi co-ed yung dorm namin, sa F3 kami naglaro.
Each room sa dorm walo ang nakatira, so naturally yung ibang andun sa kwarto hindi payag sa gusto naming gawin, pero tinuloy pa rin namin kasi naman wala na kaming ibang lugar na pwedeng paglaruan so lumabas na lang muna sila ng kwarto.
At dahil Sobrang mga Walang para ang mga tao noong Panahon na yun, instead of using cardboard, we just used some manila paper and drew some of the usual illustrations Ouija board has and then we used a simple glass that is not too tall pero medyo heavy.
Kailangan patay ang ilaw tapos may isang kandila malapit a manila paper; there were 4-5 of us playing the game.
Then you place a finger or two on top of the glass turned upside down and you put the glass on the “base” or “home.”
When starting the “game,” or in other words, the conjuring of the spirit, there’s a ritual one must do; I am loathe to share this here as I find it disturbing. However, this ritual I found out is the same ritual that Satanists use to mock the divine. So yeah, we were so naive and dumb to realize that in our excitement to play the game and call a spirit forth, we were, mocking God and everything good, and we didn’t know it.
Not surprisingly, the ritual worked, and the glass was gliding as if its a hoverboard on top of the manila paper on the cold hard cement floor.
When it glided, we asked each other who was moving it, and everyone was saying they weren’t pushing it.
The glass will abruptly stop moving if we remove our fingers all at once, to give you an idea of how it moves, it moves in a circular motion; at first, it will trace a vast circle, and then little by little, it becomes a smaller circle and then will land on the letter that it is meant to go to.
I find this strange because if a spirit doesn’t guide the glass or if we were the one suggesting it, why the need to form a circle and do it slowly (or sometimes fast) until it lands on the correct letter that it wants to spell?
It just doesn’t make sense; I mean, if we all wanted to go to a letter to answer a question or spell out a sentence, we wouldn’t need any extra movement for the glass to move on.
Also, I asked it questions in which I was the only one who knows the answer. It was able to answer the question correctly, so unless I want the person to be answered, I should be the one controlling the glass, but no, it moves as if it has a will of its own and answers my question even when I don’t want it to be answered by me.
So it works that way, and here’s why Bakit di nako naglalaro ng spirit of the glass.
One day my friend who introduced me to the spirit of the glass invited me to join them by opening the door to my room and peeking in, I declined Kasi nga medyo weird na Yung feeling ko, and I am beginning to think that if there’s something wrong.
I was staying in another room and again they are playing it in another room, mga 20 steps from where I am staying.
After saying no to my friend, she went ahead and closed the door and went on with their plans.
After a few minutes i decided to pray a silent prayer, meaning wala akong sinasabi, sa utak ko lang ako nagdasal. Sa loob ng room mag-isa.
I prayed na Sana maging safe Yung mga maglalaro ng spirit of the glass and Walang masamang mangyare sa kanila.
A few minutes after praying mga 10-15 perhaps may kumatok a pinto, it opened and it was my friend who invited me to the game.
She asked me what I was doing; I said “wala” and then she said that the spirit that they are talking to told her to come to my room and stop me from doing what I am doing kasi nakakasagabal sa kaniya.
So Sabi ko ok, maski Sobrang weirded out na ako.
My friend said goodbye and proceeded to close the door.
I never told my friend that I prayed, Kasi nga nabigla ago and I don’t even know if yun ba talaga yung ibig sabihin nung “spirit” na kausap nila.
So Sabi ko lang sa sarili ko na Baka fluke lang yun and then decided to pray again.
AGAIN after a few minutes, my friend came back. Asking the same question and telling me the same reaction of the spirit that they are talking to.
It happened three times that it came to a point na nagalit na Yung friend ko sakin at sinigawan nako kasi Galit na daw Yung “spirit” na kausap nila.
I know my friend very well; she’s not the kind you mess around with, she’s not someone who jokes around these things, and she doesn’t make up these kind of things.
In short Hindi nya ako ginu-good time.
So pray tell, bakit naman nya gagawin yung ginawa nya kung gusto lang nay ako pagtripan aber?
But no, yung nakausap kong super duper man of science daw siya eh sabi “eh baka naman she was just making fun of you, also wala ka naman dun sa room nila pano mo masasabing galit talaga yung kausap nya eh wala ka naman dun”
Tang-ina lang di ba? what a way to be scientific my ass.
In that regard, why should I even trust anything that he tells me di ba?
Tapos hirit pa siya ng hirit ng “I am a man of science!”
So you see, everything is about faith; I have faith that what my “man of science” friend told is true because I have faith in him.
Anyway, madami pang reason Bakit naniniwala ako sa paranormal at sa divine, I don’t think mapapaniwala ako ng kahit sinong kausap ko na Walang Diyos.