As everyone (how lives in Manila, especially the QC area) knows it has been raining nonstop for the past few days. I literally found myself saying: "Rain rain go away, come again another day...." from time to time, out loud an or in my head.
It was a welcome relief from the heat though, as everyone who knows me and is close to me, knows that I sweat bucket loads whenever the sun blazes the entire day. Water is my friend, and the sun, well not so much. Hehe
Well cutting to the chase, last night I found myself awake at around 1am for some odd reason. So I went downstairs, literally the epitome of dark and cold, as scrounged about the cupboards looking for tea. I was maybe halfway between this world and the world where furniture could fly and animals could talk at that time. So I brewed my tea and waited for it to cool, and the strangest thing happened, I started to smell ylang ylang coming from somewhere. The nearest church is like a mile a way and as much as I am a practitioner of aromatherapy, ylang ylang is an oil i rarely use, maybe from time to time, but not as often as i would let's say lavender, jasmine and peppermint. So by this time I am wide awake frantic and looking for every possible way the smell could have popped up.
I knew for a fact that my tea was jasmine so that automatically was crossed out. And all the would in the house is red mahogany. At most I know I have a sandalwood "secret" box from Sri Lanka in my room (I am a collector of various oddities and nik naks), but to smell that you would have to open it using the right combination or else the smell and scent is sealed up. At the verge of just ignoring it I look behind me and more or less i was at the shock of my life.
*For those who believe in the spirit world and all the folktales and myths that our forefathers have left, keep reading. For those who don't I do advise you to stop, less you want to call me crazy and call the local mental institute up and have them pick me up.*
I knew for awhile now that there has been an engkanto (a Filipino term for elf or some form of elemental spirit that has lived for many years) lurking around me for reasons I can only imagine.
So going back to it, I turn to see a male engkanto behind me. He had the most fine features and was around 5'10" or 6' (I was too busy trying to think what to do, panic or say "hi" to get an accurate measurement) Strangely enough, he has the most gentle smile on his face. His expression was like how a kid would be when passing by the window of a toy store or a candy shop, innocent and pure.
As quickly as he appeared he vanished like a waft of smoke from a dying candle. So did the scent of ylang ylang. I got a name as he left, something that I will keep to myself in fear of the engkanto getting mad at me. But it wasn't much less of a "you're-not-alone-so-don't-think-we-don't-look-after-you" experience. It was nice to know that even in their world, one which few of us see and access and rarely get to see for that matter. It was I guess a friendly way of them saying that I or we can be friends with someone totally different and have no relation to, much less share a not so similar world with.
I guess the moral is really Respect. We can't just think that we are the only ones who live on this world, even if we don't believe in the spirit world, we still share the earth with another 7 billion people and countless other animals, plants and other organisms after all.
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