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BEYOND THE NAKED EYE |
She "talked" to me, saying that she was murdered and she wanted to avenge her death. She smiled, almost viciously, and then she just vanished. Although I've seen images of beings before, it still numbed me. Still, I let the incident pass because my class was about to start. I did not give it much thought until somebody screamed from downstairs (our classroom was in the second floor). May nasasapian! We went down to see the cause of the commotion only to witness five first year students fall like rag dolls one by one. Sapi! Sapi! They kept on screaming while our principal mouthed a feeble Lord's Prayer. Until now, I do not know what devil prompted me to rush to the students' side, given the fact that I had sworn to keep my "gift" in secrecy. In the middle of everything, I found myself talking to them, a few bystanders claiming afterward that I spoke Latin when I do not know a thing about the language. The whole thing went on for about a week with about 20 students more suffering the same fate as the first five. And every time I mediate, I always get bruise mark all over my body although I did not even touch them. We eventually had to call on professional spiritists (which explains my encounter with Ms. Gloria) to help us make the spirit leave. Luckily, the spirit left, but because of all the hullabaloos, mediamen from TV Patrol and Saksi covered the whole thing. Because my secret was already out in the open, I decided there was no need to deny it anymore. My mother was very supportive and Ms. Gloria told me that many other people have the same gift. Just when I thought I had already come to terms with my being a 3rd-stage clairvoyant, the last stage took me by surprise, and almost took the life of a person very close to me. The last stage involves being able to see the future: what would happen even before it has actually happened. Six months ago, we had a party in our house and all my cousins were there. I was not nauseated that time, I really felt bad. I was restless and perspiring a lot, which were symptoms of a possible encounter. When I tried to meditate, I saw my three-year old cousin lying in a pool of blood with his eyes slashed. The minute I saw the vision, I ran outside my room and called for my cousin. If only for my shout which made him turn his head, he only suffered minor cuts in his cheeks. I was really frightened. On one hand, in me was the capacity to help people. But what if I fail? What if I shouted a second late? I will never be able to forgive myself. Ms. Gloria said that once you have reached the fourth stage, there was no turning back. The process cannot be reversed, and I'd be stuck with all the flashing images that go my way. Sometimes, the spirit that I talked to when I was in high school still haunts me in my dreams. I do my best to ignore these images, though. I only mediate deliberately when I lost something and I have difficulty finding it. Hard to believe? Yeah, I'd agree with you if you say so. But we are only human, so who are we to tell what exists and what doesn't? I remember a psychic friend once told me that for every space, a matter occupies. Who knows who might be beside you at this very moment? 
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