Monday, June 6, 2011

Tales of the Paranormal : The Patao

I grew up in the hinterlands of Taloctoc, Kalinga Apayao. But before that, I stayed in Baguio City till I was 6 years old and then went home with my family to the province to continue schooling, as my paternal grandfather was from there.

Taloctoc was a paradise to me then because it was far from the deafening honks of gas- emitting vehicles and away from the barrage of audio “machines”. It was a 2- hour hike (if you are a seasoned hiker) from Lubuagan, the town proper but a 5 – hour hike for me, because I was not used to the hard mountainous trek.

I used to take a refreshing dip in the clear cascading waters, basked in the peacefulness of the place and then while my time away picking the juiciest guavas in the riverbank, before I finally went home.

(Nowadays, however; a narrow road was constructed to connect it with the next municipality which is Pasil.)

The barrio nestled snugly between a river that had snaked its way at the edge of the barrio and the towering mountains that stood like sentinels all around it. It was a very small barrio consisting of more or less 200 families. Undiscovered terrain was everywhere and together with this, strange things happened that science could not explain.

I grew up hearing about fire –birds sitting atop - a soon to be dead person, people getting lost and coming back weeks later with strange tales of another world - of another dimension.

My father himself told us about how he went in circles in the woods and could only find his way home when he performed certain rituals that the old folk usually did when they were in the same predicament. I, myself saw mist turn into strange shadows and disappeared before my very eyes.

These memories were relegated to the background however, as I returned to Baguio for my college education. They became dreamlike and surreal as I embraced city life and concluded that what was real must be logically explained.

After college, I started working here in Pampanga and forgot all about those “strange experiences. One day, however, we were invited to the wedding of my younger brother- Benny - and I was eager to attend as I had not seen my 8 siblings for a long time.

Of course, the relatives and natives from Taloctoc were invited; (we try our best to look back to our roots.) The wedding ceremony was native inspired also. There were “gangsa” (gongs), “Tadok” (native dancing) and “Ullalim” and “salidummay” (native songs). The young and old alike “gonged” and “salidsided”. It seems the whole barrio was there. I was bustling from one place to another like a waitress, serving food and wine as we were short of manpower.

My grandmother was there too (God bless her soul,) and she approached and whispered to me: “Nuw, awad da Lubay, inka kanida ta maila daka” (Lubay and company are here, go and greet them hello). Lubay was one of the old folk whom they believed had paranormal powers. She possessed a “patao” (a small wooden, carved image of a man’s face and chest, about 5 inches long and 1 inch wide). Those who owned “pataos” were feared as they were believed to have supernatural powers.

“Lola, I will deliver these drinks first. I will do that later, “I reassured her.

“Inka ot, te unikad mapatao ka.” (Go and greet them first, or they will feel bad about it.) she said worried.

“Lola, don’t worry, I will, “and I went on, thinking they would understand as they could see the number of people waiting to be served - at least they had food already.

Just as soon as I turned my back, I heard the voice of Lubay , “Sa anak pay cion anaya? Ot ipon umali sina?” (This is Cion’s daughter, isn’t she? Why does she not acknowledge us?)

Just as soon as she said this, a strange feeling crept over me. A heavy, eerie feeling of unease. Then my knees buckled and my breathing went shallow. I felt nauseated and I started to sweat profusely. I wanted to lie down badly. I hurried to my sister’s room and plopped myself on the bed.

My grandmother had noticed my absence and looked for me. “What happened to you?” she asked worried; as I was tossing and turning in bed, pale and apparently ill.

“I don’t feel well, “ I croaked.

“I told you,” she said accusingly, “I told you to talk to them.”

In spite of my condition, I smiled, “Really , Lola, how could you believe all those superstitious beliefs”.

She hurriedly went outside and came back with Lubay. There were several people now gawking at me. They all have worried faces, as I grew weaker and weaker. I was so weak to protest as Lubay told me to keep still.

“ Inkayon eh anito, Ikkayon adte igow yo. “ (“You - bad spirits leave this girl alone; go back to where you came from.) She kept murmuring this over and over and some gobbledygook I did not understand, as she blew her tobacco smoke rings starting from my head down to my toes.

As she was doing this, I was saying to myself: “My God, how could I allow myself to undergo this. This is ridiculous!”

But while the ritual was going on, I began to feel better. Just as she blew at the last of my toes, ALL the unpleasant feelings disappeared like magic. I am not exaggerating this.

The “sickness” just disappeared like I never felt them. In fact, I stood up immediately – without a trace of any of the earlier symptoms. My siblings were relieved as they went back to their merry-making. The old folk had little reaction as they had expected it to happen. I - in turn - was incredulous, not yet believing that they were gone in a flash.

How could that be? I did not even believe in all that nonsense and yet - I was “cured”.

From then on, I tried not to be cynical of any paranormal experiences that I read and hear. I had kept an open mind and accepted the fact that there are indeed paranormal occurrences around us; that it is still an area that could be explored and discovered.

Up to this day, I still cannot fully explain what happened to me on that day. Perhaps I will have the answers eventually in another lifetime?

N.B. This has been re- posted.


zorlone said...

You are such a great story teller! Inkheart of the Filipinos. Uhm, of course Inkheart reads stories and the they (characters, events, and materials) are brought to real life. I will be looking for a different name for you, right now I am just amazed how you wrote three new posts in one sitting.


zorlone said...

Let me correct myself, you did 5 new posts out of the 6 blogs listed on this site. Impressive!

Jena Isle said...

Hello Z,

Mabuti hindi mo nakita iyong mga mali...he he he..kasi meron Doc, I enjoy writing. I think I'm in the wrong profession. But thanks for the support and kind words. I am flattered because you're one of my favorite poets, and yes, storyteller too. I'm certain, your contest piece will win. You have already 20 votes! Thanks to our generous friends in the blogosphere.

Hep hep hurray, hep hep hurray.

rainer said...

Dear jena, so you became victim of 'bad' spirits?
Isn't it strange that they appeared while this women felt ignored...
Your grandma is a wise women, she cared for you wandering in the no man's land between the world of your youth and the city of your adulthood...

Happy Blogging take care!

tashabud said...

Hi Jena,
I have heard of such people, growing in the province also. I was told that when those kinds of people touch you, they have the ability to make you ill, but not before then. So, the woman at your brother's wedding was more powerful. She had the ability to affect others without first touching them. Did you go to introduce yourself to her afterwards?

Your story gave me goosebumps.

By the way, I see you're campaigning for Zorlone. Just want to let you know that I've gone to vote for him the first time I've read about it. I hope he'll win.

Talk to you later.


P.S. Have you been back to Taloctoc?

Jena Isle said...

Hi Ray,

Yes, I was in my teens and very vulnerable then. My Grandma was indeed wise and knew all the ways of the olden practices. Thanks and happy blog hopping.

Hi Tasha,

I've never been back to Taloctoc for years now, around 30 yrs? God, that is ages ago. Perhaps it is very different now. But I'm sure the old folk do still have their magic with them. Thanks and best regards.

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