Tomorrow, many countries will celebrate Halloween. It’s not a Filipino nor a Christian celebration. But this “horrible holiday” is getting stronger and more popular each passing year in this country.
Already, television channels are showing various fright-related programs and movies since the beginning of the month. Many still remember how they await the Halloween episode of Noli de Castro’s popular and current affairs program, the now defunct Magandang Gabi, Bayan. And many businesses such as fastfoods, bookstores, and malls display halloween decors and other related paraphernalia.
Even my favorite source of news is into it! LOL!
The following article from Inquirer.net scared the $h!+ out of me. For one: it’s from a reliable and credible source (a Man of God)!
Exorcist’s tales: ‘Hair on my arms stood on end’
Walking toward the squat bungalow on a narrow street in Mandaluyong City, the priest wondered why his friend had requested “a lot of holy water” for the blessing.
“I thought I was going to bless a big house. It was only a bungalow surrounded by tall trees,” Fr. Armand Tangi said, remembering that rainy afternoon in 1984.
Tangi, then a freshman priest of the Society of St. Paul, saw nothing strange about the house that was inhabited only by his friend’s uncle.
But as soon as his friend (let’s call him Rey) opened the front door, “it was so cold even with all the windows closed,” Tangi said. “The hair on my arms stood on end.”
Tangi, Rey and their companions—two women, both office subordinates of the latter—walked in.
Looking around, the priest noted that there were no religious statues or objects to be seen—something he found odd in a house owned by a Catholic family.
Rey introduced him to the elderly uncle seated on a rocking chair. But the latter’s “thoughts seemed somewhere else,” the priest said.
Having arranged the holy water and the prayer cards brought by Rey, Tangi put on his stole and opened his book of prayers at the appropriate page.
“I started the prayer and I could hear moaning, a male voice, as though in pain. It wouldn’t stop,” Tangi said.
He and the women exchanged glances anxiously.
Praying aloud, they walked around the house, with the moaning growing louder each time they entered a room.
Recalled Tangi: “It was loudest when we reached the kitchen. I realized it was coming from the refrigerator.
“I didn’t know whether to open the ref door or not. What if whatever was moaning leapt out? What if it were a spirit and entered me or one of my companions?”
Eyes closed but still praying, Tangi grasped the vial of holy water, swung the refrigerator door open, and wildly squirted the vial’s contents inside.
He opened his eyes and saw only food and bottles of drinking water.
“I could still hear moaning inside the ref but it was getting faint. When I posted a card bearing a prayer to the Holy Name of Jesus on the door, it stopped,” the priest said.
Rey then asked Tangi to pray over his uncle, who appeared indifferent to what had just transpired.
“I stood behind him and put my hands on his head. I blessed him but I felt that something was very wrong,” Tangi said.
No one spoke as he and the others left the house.
DISCLAIMER: Guys, don’t expect me to follow Vice President Noli’s footsteps, i.e., featuring scary stuff in FILIPINO eSCRIBBLES (or ALAS FILIPINAS) during the Halloween season, LOL!!! I don’t consider it as a Filipino celebration (that is why today’s blogpost is related to the true Filipino faith: Christianity/Catholicism). And even if I do, it is simply not a Filipino event. Well, I have to admit that I did dress up a couple of times in the past during Halloween festivities. But that doesn’t mean I endorse the yearly event. Celebrate it just for fun? I really don’t care. Nor am I excited about it. The final (and windy) days of October, however, always excite me because it means — Christmas is near!!!
I say, this Halloween cr@p is one way of allowing Yankee trade into our market. Filipinos are systematically brainwashed to embrace everything Yankee. We ape the way they speak, the way they dress, the way they act. Simply put, WE APE THEIR WAYS.
Let’s put it in simpler words. In Halloween’s case, for instance, Halloween products and other related commodities are imported into our country for local consumption. In the end, it makes Harpy Yankee’s bank accounts happy. In the end, it leaves our economy bloodied, like a scene from a visceral horror flick. In the end, that leaves me miffed.
Happy Halloween? My bony @$$.