Fields of Poetry

I don't know how to love him
What to do, how to move him
I've been changed. Yes, really changed
In these past few days when I've seen myself
I seem like someone else . . .

Tuesday, November 30, 2010

I Must be a Clairvoyant

There has been many cases throughout the years of my life when I wondered and still do if what my grandmother had said about me were true: This girl (me) is a clairvoyant. She once said to me, sounding like a prophet. I kept asking my grandmother if she ever remember saying it years later but she denied it. Was it just my imagination?

I remember when I was traveling with my parents and my dad's best friend, I claimed to have gone to this island. We were walking through the halls of Ninoy Aquino International Airport, Philippines, pass the tourist advertisements plastered on the walls. My dad's friend, who was looking at them was awestruck by the geography of Bohol -- one of the seven wonders of the world and wondered how nature formed the thousand hills that the locals have called, "Chocolate (Hershey) Hills." I remembered screaming excitedly, "I've been there! It was wonderful!"

My mother snapped at me correctedly repeating, "No, you haven't!"

We fought over it until we arrived home. My mother was furious. I was equally insulted because I sincerely believed that I have been there. I just didn't know when. My mother told me that I must have imagined it.

That was year 1995.

A few months ago, my aunt all of a sudden invited me to join her group of friends to go to Bohol. And I wondered, was it a premonition? My mother was also struck by the coincidence. She had thought of me going to Europe and Africa in the future, but never Bohol.

Nevertheless, I went, wondering what I should find there. I was disappointed except for one: When we rode a boat to these little strips of white sands called the Virgin Islands, I saw a strange sight!

I was walking on a little ahead of my aunt and her friends, when I saw a mysterious head bobbing above the surface of the water. I froze and stared at the thing and it splashed and then it was gone. I yelped, surprised. The others ran after me and asked what happened. I pointed at the sea water and told them what I saw. They smiled and made eerie noises.

"Ooohhh! You saw something!" they teased. "It's going to come after you tonight!"
And they laughed and told me it must have been a dead coconut, floating on the sea water. But something told me it had eyes . . . and it wasn't a coconut.

One of my aunt's friend saw how frightened I was and reassured me that it must have been one of the divers, looking for clams. I was still skeptic for all the wrong reasons but I decided to believe his words and tried to forget it.

That's one of the many strange things that happen that makes me wonder if I am a clairvoyant. Another incident was when I got back home from Japan this year and on the way, I asked my mother how my long forgotten godmother was doing. I asked her out of the blue. My mother wondered why I did when we haven't seen her for almost ten years.

Two weeks later, at our shop (we own a drugstore) my godmother's son came and informed us that my godmother had passed away only a week before. I was shocked. I told my mother and though my mother didn't want to go to my godmother's wake, I insisted. Something told me that she, my godmother wanted us there.

I learned why my mother have avoided meeting with my godmother. My godmother never broke away from poverty and she died poor. My mother didn't like to visit her because she lived in a different world. She tried to tell my godmother to break away from poverty, but my godmother was stubborn and she died from depression and other physical complications.

I saw her in her coffin and I felt bad and I felt frightened, as though she were still alive. I told her that we have come. I told her how much she had changed. We didn't stay very long. My mother and I felt out of place and uncomfortable in the shanties. On the way home, in the car, my mouth involuntarily moved and formed the words, "Thank you." I shivered and tried to say, "You're welcome." And soon after, I relaxed and felt happy. I smiled.

At that moment, my uncle teased, "Your godmother will thank you tonight."

I replied, "She already did."

It was so strange. Even I surprised myself. Am I a clairvoyant?

I must be because I've recently noted that even if my family or people around me never say or speak of the things they feel bad about; even if no one say which person within the room they hate, I could tell. I'd get a serious case of migraine especially when I am in close proximity of the person in question. I would know that something isn't right when I get a headache because I am extra-sensitive to the thoughts of other poeople especially if it's negative.

I must be a clairvoyant.

And because of the possibility that I am, I try my best to avoid unhappy people or unhappy situation because it can seriously damage my health and affect me in undesireable ways.

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