The trip to Los Banos Friday, May 28, 2021 was a pleasant one. We made a rest stop and a lunch stop on the way. Being conscious of the time, we didn't stop to buy anything from the varieties of lush plants being sold along the roadside and contented ourselves, instead, with admiring them from the van windows. Our lunch stop was at a Shakey's on a traveler's oasis. From there it took a mere 15 minutes to Mr. C.'s farm via a dirt alley and a cluster of privately-owned houses outside the farm's periphery. As soon as I stepped off the van I saw Mount Makiling in the distance. I couldn't help whispering to the invisible entities in the air, "We meet again."
Mrs. C. greeted me and led us to an improvised conference table in a building that would be the development corporation's future office. Two of the four men who claimed they experienced unusual phenomena were there; the other two were in town because they'd been scheduled for vaccination. I asked the men what they experienced and why they felt they had to ask for help. They replied that they heard rustling sounds at night, which didn't seem unusual to me, considering that there are creepy-crawlies on farmland that do make rustling sounds at night. They wondered if all these could be related to the two, old banyan trees on the premises. I'd been sent photos of the older one via e-mail, and I advised the corporate secretary to prepare offerings of red wine and four kinds of grain: rice, corn, mung bean, and peas, just in case. I was also informed that the older banyan tree contained a nest of pythons.
I explained the occurrences on two levels:
First, on the more comprehensible, traditional, level, I reminded the group that trees, especially old trees, are inhabited by kapres, or tree spirits. Such entities become bothersome until their existence and their presence as "next-door neighbors" are acknowledged, after which they become life-long allies. Hence my suggestion of a libation of red wine and an offering of four types of grain, to be done once a month.
Second, on the level of the extraterrestrial, I asked the group to widen their perspective and see that we may not have been the first, intelligent beings on earth, and that beings from other planets and other galaxies may have visited, for one reason or another, millions of years ago, via what practitioners of Philippine magic call "ang litid ng mundo", a long, astral tendon that extends from the earth to outer space. The best analogy I could think of for this was an astral ladder or a set of astral ladders, as in the board game Snakes 'N' Ladders, via which such visitors could descend and ascend. The most viable ladders, of course, are old trees. What our ancestors believed to be kapres, therefore, could very well be extraterrestrials, for such beings could be stationed on our planet not only in the air and underwater but even much closer to us as well, such as in trees.
I recounted to the group my 2010 experience on the National Arts Center. I explained to the men that they were disturbed by the rustling sounds at night not only because of what they heard but also because of what they felt. It was a combined feeling of loneliness and lust, the kind of energy that Serpentines feed on. I added that it was possible that human, female visitors would come for a night of fun--if they hadn't been coming already--possessed by Serpentines. Although Serpentines have been featured in various illustrations as being snake-like creatures zippered up in human bodies a la _Men In Black_, I believe that this should not be taken literally. Serpentines do not "enter" a human body and take over. A close parallel would be possession. A closer parallel would be control over the mind through mental telepathy.
Mrs. C. pointed out a structure at the entrance to the farm. It was the former owner's house that was now being scheduled for demolition. She asked me how to cleanse the structure before demolition. I scanned the house and said that a simple smudging with red joss sticks inside and outside the house would suffice. I saw something else during my scanning. I saw that the former owner's wife fell inexplicably ill because she had a female python killed. All Serpentines are female, reinforcing my belief that there are planets on which there is only one gender. They lay eggs like chickens do. As such, they are very partial to and defensive of females. Many female activists I know of are actually supported by Serpentines.
I made rough sketches in my notebook and showed them to the group: a Serpentine with a very long tail that is used to wrap round a man or woman prior to possession; the tip of a Serpentine's tail, typically used for harming or for healing (including self-healing) with a quick, jerky, back-and-forth movement; and the mother ship above Mount Makiling surrounded by six satellite stations, one directly above the old banyan tree on Mr. C.'s farm, which used to be a rice field with an irrigation system. My first drawing shows that a Serpentine has six, very articulate fingers on each hand. Serpentines are excellent surgeons, possibly an explanation for why many doctors in India are superb surgeons, perhaps due to unconscious, telepathic communication with the Nagini (snake-like, mythical creatures).
Suddenly, it rained. A series of cloudbursts swept over us and lasted almost an hour. It occurred to us that we were being prevented from visiting the old banyan tree; the executive assistant wanted us to leave the farm 3:00 PM at the earliest to hit Metro Manila before dark. The wet spell eventually let up, but we had to put on rubber boots before traversing the muddy path across the farm. There were eight of us in all: Mrs. C., the executive assistant, the corporate secretary, a female employee who lives in Calamba, the two men who reported hearing rustling sounds at night, Mrs. C.'s driver, and myself.
The mother ship above Mount Makiling, surrounded by six satellite stations, one of which is directly over Mr. C.'s farm
Rain!
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