My Secrets of Me.

I decided to share my experiences and what I've witnessed through a story, based on what happened to me. I was about 5 years old when I first experienced what I later learned was called "astral travel." As a child, I understood astral travel to mean that while my physical body slept, my soul would travel. I would go to unknown places. I remembered every movement and every event, and these would continue into reality when I woke up. For example, as a child, I thought I had only dreamed of seeing a large truck hit another car. Upon waking, I got out of bed, went straight to the kitchen, grabbed a glass, headed to the refrigerator, took some cold water, and drank it. I felt extremely thirsty when I was asleep, so I ended up drinking about half a liter of water. But normally, I don't drink that much water. As I've grown older, I typically drink about five to eight glasses of water a day, and ten glasses would be quite a lot for me. After drinking, I turned on the TV, and the news was broadcast at that moment. I was shocked to see the truck and the car from my dream, exactly the same in color and in the position of the damage from the collision. As a child, I thought it must have been just a coincidence. It was already a normal scenario. I remember waking up in my bed and feeling my soul leave my body. I felt weightless and could see my room from a different perspective. I saw my body still sleeping in bed and knew that I was in my astral form. I then zoomed out of my house and flew over the neighborhood, marveling at the sights and sounds. Everything looked different and more vibrant in the astral plane. I could see other souls flying around, some even interacting with each other. As I continued to explore, I suddenly found myself in a strange place. It was a forest with tall trees and a peaceful atmosphere. I could feel a strong energy in the air. I saw a group of people gathered in a clearing and felt drawn to them. As I got closer, I noticed they were performing a ritual. I watched in awe as they chanted and danced around a fire. They seemed to be in a trance and I could sense the power of their collective energy. I felt a strong pull to join them and without hesitation, my astral form joined in the ritual. The experience was exhilarating, and I could feel my own energy merging with the group's. When the ritual was over, I said my goodbyes and flew back to my body. As soon as I woke up, I knew that the ritual had been real and not just a dream. From that day on, I understood that the astral projection was a real place that I could visit and interact with. It opened up a whole new world for me and I continued to explore it in my dreams and astral projections. As I grew older, I learned more about the astral plane and how to control my astral travels. It remains a fascinating and mysterious realm that I am grateful to have experienced at such a young age. I felt the sensation that someone was protecting me. When I was in primary school, I went to school in Sto. Domingo, but we resided in Batasan, Quezon City. My father would wake me up early in the mornings. "Ilen, wake up, go take a bath. I've left hot water in the bathroom, get up so it doesn't get cold," that's what my dad used to say. Groggy and half-asleep, I'd get up and grope my way to the restroom, groping along the walls. Our bathroom featured a window right opposite the door. I went to pee first. While peeing, my senses became acutely alert. I questioned why there was a white fabric floating outside the window. I murmured to myself, "Who would hang a white sheet behind the house when there’s just a ravine out there?" Quickly, I pulled up my underwear, stood on the toilet (since the window was quite high, I needed to tiptoe to see properly), and exclaimed, "Oh my God!" That's all I remember saying. Mother: Len, wake up. Take your medicine, you have a high fever. Len: (groans) Okay. (Mother gives Len medicine and leaves the room) Len: (sitting up) Ah, I remember now. I saw a white lady. (Goosebumps run down Len's spine as he remembers the encounter) Len: (to himself) Oh my God. Mother: (enters the room again) What's wrong? Len: (startled) Oh, nothing. I just remembered seeing a white lady earlier. Mother: (concerned) A white lady? Where did you see her? Len: Through the bathroom window. I saw a white sheet hanging behind our house. Mother: (surprised) Who would hang a white sheet behind the house when there’s just a ravine out there? Mother: (skeptical) Are you sure it wasn't just your fever playing tricks on you? Len: (serious) No, I clearly saw her. She had a face and short hair, like Dora the Explorer's. She was floating high and just staring at me. Mother: (concerned) Did she seem angry? Len: (thinking) No, she didn’t seem angry. It was like she wanted company, maybe even a friend. But think about it, would you want to be friends with a white lady? It's crazy. My illness persisted. I often dreamt of her inviting me to join her. It felt like a hand was waking me up. I realized I was having nightmares. My guardian angel was the one waking me up, as there was no one else in the room but me. Night after night, she wouldn't leave me alone. My guardian was fighting hard for me. I told my mother about this. According to neighbors, a woman was reportedly murdered and r***d behind our house. My parents decided that I should temporarily stay with my aunt, who is my mother's sister, because her house is near my school. As I grow older, I've begun to notice things about myself, like something whispering to me. Initially, I thought it was just me, perhaps my conscience, or something in my mind. "I said to myself, 'Ate Aida's necklace is beautiful.' Suddenly, someone whispered to me, 'That necklace is stolen.' I thought to myself, 'How did I say that?' I just let it go, I ignored it. Ate Aida is one of the tenants in my aunt's rental property. I'm just puzzled about myself. I know I didn't think that Ate Aida's necklace was stolen, but what I am thinking about is who is whispering in the back of my mind." Ate Aida left. While I was doing my laundry. When Ate Aida arrived, I was already getting my clothes that were washed and dried. She was telling a story to my Auntie angrily. Someone stole my necklace in the jeep. The thief snatched it from behind me. It's so annoying, my necklace is brand new and expensive, and I just bought it, only to be stolen. That's all I heard from her as I went up to my room." My inner voice is whispering again, right? I told you her necklace will be stolen, you don't believe me. If I were you, you should've warned her. But then I tell myself, why would I say anything now, she might think I desire her necklace. I paused and thought to myself. Who really is whispering in my mind? It couldn't be me because those thoughts are not in my mind. Often, she is very gossip. There are always voices at the back of my mind. That I often don't believe. Like one time, a friend of mine was kissing someone on the cheek. Suddenly, the voice at the back of my mind would say, "Ugh, what a fake kiss." (Where did my mind pick that up?) Sometimes, she gossips about our neighbors. But I never heard her say anything about my mom or dad. Sometimes about my siblings, but sometimes I ignore it. My mind has the ability to read people. Very gossip. At first, I thought it was just my imagination. Because I didn't know that I could actually predict things. All I know is my mom hates those who practice medicine or fortune telling, she said no one gets rich from those people. I didn't pay attention to her. When I was 19 years old, I had a child during my youth. I wasn't lucky with my husband because my mother didn't approve of him. She forced me to go back to the province. When I returned to Bulacan, the man had already married someone else. It happened because one time I wrote a letter to the father of my child, but the one who intercepted the letter was his new partner, so she immediately pressured the man to marry her. I couldn't accept the fact that I did not marry him. I always see him with someone else, he has started a new family even though they still don't have children. One day, while the sun was shining, I was sunbathing my baby outside our house when a tricycle stopped in front of me. Kuya Bong: Lyn Lyn, can I carry the baby? Len, this is Untoy's child right? Why didn't you tell us so that the wedding wouldn't have happened? I just shrugged my shoulders and didn't answer his questions. He handed my baby to me and said: Kuya Bong: The baby looks just like Untoy, you can't hide the fact that he is the father. Then Kuya Bong left. I looked at my baby, examining every angle of his face. Yes, Kuya Bong was right. You look exactly like your father, but unfortunately, he was not meant to be with me. He was destined to be with someone else. "Nanay didn't like your father, even though I tried to convince them, she still didn't accept the marriage proposal. Instead, they always took me back to the province. My poor baby Danica, you don't have a father to take care of you. But it's okay, my parents will be your parents. I'm sorry Danica, for making the wrong decision, but I have to leave you with Nanay and Tatay." I left Danica with my parents when she was only 4 months old. I left home and stayed with friends, looking for a job until I ended up in Anonas. Saint Joseph Church is my favorite place to visit. I often let out my emotions and cry every time I prayed here. Saint Joseph is my favorite saint, and I always talk to him every night before going home. I always ask him to help me find a job so I won't be a burden to my friend's house. Saint Joseph granted my wish to find a job. I found a job as a waitress in a restaurant next to a billiard hall. Many people dine in the restaurant, mostly students playing billiards and drivers because it's near the Anonas terminal. I liked my job because my coworkers were nice, my boss was great, and the ambiance of the restaurant was good. I handed him the order. He said, Man: "Please sit next to me, that order is for you." I replied, Me; "Sorry, but we can't sit down. Man: Oh okay, I'll just take it out for you. Me: Oh, it's embarrassing." Man: He insisted, "It's really for you." He introduced his self, Man: "By the way, I'm Jake," Ellen: hahaha ( I just laughed) I said, "it doesn't need me to have a treat, just to ask for my name? You're so generous." I took the order that he gave me and wrote my name on a tissue napkin. Jake: "Ellen," he said, "such a beautiful name." Me: Thanks for this. though It's not necessary And I turned around going back to the cashier station. My day off is on Wednesday. I didn't do anything but sleep all day. The next day, I went back to work. Tere my co-worker, said, "Ellen, someone was looking for you yesterday, but I told them it was your day off." I asked, "Who was it?" Tere: I think it was Jake. Ellen: Ah, okay. Thanks for the info. Tere: speaking to the devil his here Jake: Hi Ellen, you look even more beautiful at night. Ellen: Smooth talker. Ellen: Don't bother treating me. Jake: Why not? Ellen: Because I already ate. Jake: Ah, okay. What time will you be home? I didn't respond and just turned back to the cashier. Tere: Looks like someone is waiting for you. Ellen: Huh? Tere: I noticed he keeps looking towards the billiards area, then peeking back inside here. I bet he's waiting for you. Ellen: Hahaha, good luck. Tere was right, he was waiting for me. Tere and I closed the restaurant together. Tere: I told you he was waiting for you. It's fine, he has a car anyway. I'll head home now. Ellen: Okay, take care on your way home ate. Jake: Where do you live, I'll take you there. Ellen: At first, you only asked for my name, now you're offering to pick me up. What's next? Jake: Isn't it obvious that I'm courting you? Ellen: Did you even ask me before doing this all of a sudden? You're so abrupt. We don't even know each other that well. What if I'm already married? Jake: While I'm driving and taking you home, we can talk there. We can ask each other questions. And that's how it all began. By God's grace, every day after work, he would be at the billiards hall, and I would be at the restaurant where I work. I looked at myself in the mirror while fixing my makeup. "I told myself, what does he see in me?" I quickly answered myself, "Because I am beautiful, my face is not ordinary, it is not a face that can be compared to the faces of Filipino women." When I was young, my teachers often asked me if I had any foreign blood because my face looked like an Indian, with big eyes, thick eyebrows, a sharp nose, and beautiful lips. My answer was always a smile. "It's unlikely that I'm Indian because my father is Bisaya and my mother is also Bisaya, so I am purely Filipino." My height is 4'11. My hair is not straight, it has a natural waivy. I'm not too white, not too dark, just fair. But one asset that many people, including my neighbors, parents, aunts, relatives, often praise about me is my legs. Even though I am not tall, they say that I have beautiful legs with a flawless shape because they are smooth and scar-free. I look good in shorts because of my beautiful legs. This is one characteristic that I really love about myself. It seems like I am expressing some heavy feelings about my situation with the father of my child. It's clear that I am carrying some pain from not being able to end up with him. It seems that picking up on my hesitation and interpreting it as possible rejection because he doesn't see in my eyes that I want him, or that I have a feelings for him. It sounds like Jake is trying to express his feelings and dedication to spending time with you. It also seems like he's trying to set some boundaries and conditions for his own well-being too. It might be a good idea for me to have an open and honest conversation with Jake about how we both feel and what we both want from your relationship moving forward. Communication is key in situations like these to avoid misunderstandings and prevent further hurt feelings. Jake: It's okay with me if we just stay friends. I'm happy just seeing you happy, I'm happy being able to spend time with you even if it's just for a little while. After work, I always make sure to drop you off at home, and sometimes on your rest day, we go out. I'll take a day off work on your rest day. Ellen: Sorry, I have a lot to do on my rest days, sorry. Jake: I just want one day of your rest day, after that, I won't bother you anymore. I won't show up anymore. I'll stop bothering you. Ellen: Okay, sure. Jake: I'll just pick you up at your house, okay. Now my astral projection has started again. Every time I sleep, I have a recurring dream. I had a dream when I was still a child, maybe around 8 years old, and there was someone who handed me a white rose. The man was slightly taller than me, with curly hair. That night in my dream, under a tree, when he handed me the white rose, it suddenly started to rain. I can't forget this dream because it keeps repeating itself now, and once again, it came back in my dream. I just woke when I hear someone is knocking on my door. He knocked on the door. Ellen: It's too early, what time is it? Jake: Oh sorry, I forgot to mention that we will pass by the church. Ellen: Oh, a church? Jake: It's obvious that you don't go to church, are you a Christian? Ellen: Yes, of course. Sit here while I take a shower and change. Do you want me to make you some coffee before I take a bath? Jake: No, it's okay, go ahead and hurry up. Ellen: Okay. That's where it all started. He won my heart with his company and stories. I also tell about how we never ended up together, my child's father. Just said let us be friends to get to know each other better. He never rushed me, he just wanted me to give him a chance to show me what he wants or what he wants to make me feel. I slowly fell for him but I still kept holding back because I don't want to love anymore, it's really hard to love again. Jake is a geodetic engineer by profession. His life is stable because he has his own house, his own car, and a good job. He works at the land registration authority. If you look at him, he has a beautiful face figure, we both look like Indians. We are often mistaken as siblings because we look alike. He is only a little taller than me because his height is only 5'6". He has a good physical body because he seems to work out. He has a nice body with big muscles and a six pack on his stomach. What I like most about him is his smile because he has a beautiful and kind smile. He is a smiling person, friendly, and good at getting along with others, maybe because it's part of his job as a geodetic engineer. Sometimes at work, my colleagues talk about him and many have crushes on him because he has a stable job and money. Aside from being a handsome guy. Maybe because of the ten-year age gap between us, he is more mature while I still think like a kid because I am just 20 years old. That's why he gives me a lot of advice. One of the good things about him is that he encourages me to continue my studies because he says it would be a waste if the years pass by. He sees potential in me because I came from exclusive schools from elementary to high school. He regrets that I am not using my intelligence to its fullest. He said even though we are just friends at this moment. He will not stop giving me advice and he will teach me a lot because he wants to see me to have a bright future and he doesn't want me to go astray even if I am a single mother. He accompanied me to take the entrance exam at EARIST, and I passed. I wanted to take the same course as him, Geodetic engineering, but I am not good at math. So, I chose to take architecture instead. I took up a Bachelor of Science in Architecture. Even though we are just friends, he said he would still help me with financial support for my studies while he is still here in the Philippines because he has plans in going abroad. He also taught me how to dress well as he often noticed that I did not know how to style my clothes. He would often call me "bisaya manamit," which means poorly dressed. He also taught me how to behave, how to interact with others, and how to make friends because I am introverted. Maybe it's because of my psychic characteristics that I don't know how to socialize and make friends, but he taught me how. I used to be happy being alone, without friends, because I was used to it. I don't know, maybe that's just how I am because I'm introverted. He would take me to fancy restaurants, especially Japanese cuisine restaurants, and taught me how to use chopsticks and all the etiquettes to appear presentable, like a rich person. He taught me everything. My life was simple when I was young until elementary because we ended up living in Bulacan. I was not used to going to fancy restaurants even though I studied in an expensive school because my parents really wanted me to finish elementary and high school in an elite school for my future in college. But my relationship got in the way, so I was not able to finish college. I really struggled with all the changes he was teaching me. He molded me to be a professional woman because he wanted me to continue with the good etiquette he taught me in the future. Even though he was not yet my boyfriend, he has given me so much, from his time to his efforts in teaching me how to be sophisticated. I have learned so much from him. Even though he hasn't received anything from me, he stands as a father figure to me because we have a 10-year age gap. He teaches me good things so that my life won't go to waste. I always love it when we frequently eat out, he brings me to fancy restaurants and teaches me how to use cutlery properly during social gatherings. That's the part I always love. Jake didn't show up to me for a week. It was also something that puzzled me, but I didn't think about it too much because he didn't really matter to me. One night of the week, I was surprised. Kid: Ate, someone is giving you flowers. Ellen: Where did this come from? I asked the child while my hair stood on end. Kid: From the man outside. I quickly ran out holding the white rose. I saw his car and when he saw me, he got out of his car. As I approached him, it suddenly rained. Jake: I just want to say sorry for not showing up to you for a week. Let's go inside the car first, it's raining and you might get sick. Sorry I really didn't inform you because I had a project in Baguio and I stayed there for a week, that's why I couldn't inform you right away. It's like I didn't hear anything he said, all that was in my mind was that he is my destiny. He is the man I have been dreaming of since I was young, the one I keep dreaming of repeatedly. At that moment, I felt like I wanted to hug him, I wanted to kiss him. But I held back and he seemed shy to talk to me because he said he had been drinking. He told me a lot of things, but none of them registered in my mind. In that moment, he looked so handsome to me. Ellen: The rain has stopped, I'll go back to the restaurant now. Jake: Okay, we'll meet again tomorrow. I'm really tired, I can't take you all home and I've been drinking. Ellen: Thank you for the flowers, take care on your way home and while driving. And in a whisper, I said I love you. But he didn't hear it. At that moment, I was really stunned, I couldn't believe that he was actually my destiny. Everything, from the time we met, to the places we've been to, every moment spent with him, is constantly replaying in my mind. Ellen: You're early today, you didn't go to work. Jake: I didn't, I still have a hangover and I missed you so much. Can you order some coffee? Order whatever you like too. Ellen: I feel like taking a half-day off today. Let's go back to Antipolo. Jake: Are you serious? What got into you? I turned around and started making his coffee. When I handed him the coffee, I got myself a hot chocolate. I sat beside him while Jake was sipping his coffee. Ellen: I can now say yes to going out with you. Suddenly, Jake choked. Jake: Are are you serious? Then he touched my forehead. Jake: Are you feeling alright? Do you need to miss me before you realize my importance? I couldn't hear him anymore, all I knew was the pounding of my heart and the desire to kiss him and hug him. Jake: Why do you look like you're lost in thought? It seems like you're far away. Come on, ask your boss for half a day off. You might change your sweet "yes" later on. Ellen: Can I hug you? And Jake approached me and hugged me tightly. He held my cheeks gently and slowly brought his lips close to mine. My heart was racing so fast, I was so happy. Jake: I can see now that you already love me. I can feel the beat of your heart and your kisses. I told you, you will eventually fall for me. Ellen: I see all your efforts and I feel them all. I know you genuinely care for me. But my heart has been closed off because of my past experiences, that's why I was afraid to love again. But now, I know that you are meant to pass through my life. Jake: I feel like the white roses I gave you had some kind of magic. If I knew that white roses were your favorite back when we first met, I would have given them to you right away so you wouldn't have to wait long before saying yes to me. Ellen: Maybe it was because of the white rose. Jake: Please take a leave this coming Saturday and Sunday, I have a project in Laguna and I want to bring you with me so you can see the place. It's beautiful there. I started dreaming again. In the first dream, it was like the time of the Spaniards when my grandparents were still young. Jake and I were riding in an old car with two men at the back. The second night of dreaming, as we traveled on the road, we saw a small river. The third night of dreaming, as a continuation of the first and second, we saw a white dove. The fourth dream started from the first, second, third, and at the end, I was holding a canned of cali I told him about my unusual ability to dream vividly and sequentially from the first to the fourth. He laughed. On the 5th day, he picked me up at home. We went to the house of his helper and they were two introduced to his partner in land surveying. As we moved along, we reached the destination we were headed to. As we passed through the area where they were going to take measurements, we crossed a small river. Jake: checked small river We also passed by a nearby church. We went inside the church and prayed. When Jake looked up at the church ceiling, he saw a white dove. Jake: white dove checked It was already late after their measurements. The owner told us to stay there and rest overnight before heading back home. Ellen: It looks like I might fail in the tin can challenge because the place we visited is a mountain in Laguna, so it's unlikely to have tin cans in this area. Jake: Are you joining me for a drink? The owner said he's going to serve lambanog (a type of Filipino liquor). Ellen: It's okay,I trusted you. I'm with you. Jake: Just don't drink too much, I don't want you to get too drunk. We were at the drinking session. Each of us had our glasses of alcohol. When the owner handed me a glass of lambanog to drink, it was a glass that has writing Cali. Jake: Cali checked. testified that you are a psychic. "It foretells how future teller figures who they are," we can interpret it as describing the process through which a fortune teller comes to understand and define their own identity and role in the context of their profession. This self-awareness is crucial for a fortune teller, as it influences how they interpret and convey insights about the future. Here are some factors and aspects involved in the making and being of a fortune teller:1. **Cultural Background**: Many fortune tellers come from a cultural or familial tradition that practices divination. This background can profoundly influence their methods, beliefs, and how they perceive their role. Fortune tellers often undergo specific training or apprenticeship. This training might involve learning to read tarot cards, interpret astrological charts, understand numerology, or master other divinatory tools.