5:00 PM 11.16.2009 Starbucks @ATC
"Shaylam", I knew it was him. He has been in my dreams for the past 2 days and this notebook. I never thought it was more than just an old tattered diary which was what I first intended to use it for...
Weird things started to happen about a month ago. It started with a dream of me flying and yet falling to a dark abyss. All was red until I saw sharp protruding spikes coming out from deep within the earth. I knew I'm gonna die any second from that fall but then I've blinked and all of a sudden I'm in the clouds. No, space was more like it. I was all in white, brilliantly white...sitting on the clouds and staring at the skies. Black and white, that was what I first thought. The sky is pitch black and the clouds were so white and blinding. I don't know what to make out of that dream but when I woke up I realized that I'm inside the National Library. I was doing research on Medieval Witchcraft which happened to be Madame Tuscon's expertise. I guess I've always wanted to impress her. She told me I have the gift, the eye actually was her exact words. But I'm lacking the technical background in fortune telling. Yes, it was technical and it was Math, I never thought that foretelling the future was deeply rooted in Mathematics. I must have dozed off while reading this old book on ancient equations. Then when I was about to return the book to the shelves, I saw this old leather-bound notebook lying on the floor next to my seat. There was no inscription and no text whatsoever, just yellow old parchment papers bound by an intricately woven copper spine. It was as small as my old Catleya notebook and surprisingly as light even. As I turned on the first page and ran my fingers on the parchment...bizarre symbols appeared. I'm not sure what language it was or what type of symbology was used but when I squinted and tried to see any recognizable letter there it was, the word ORAKULO. It was almost six in the evening and I was the only one left on the third floor. I shoved my stuffs in my bag together with the notebook and hurried home. I was hoping to know more about this book, there was no ISBN sticker or bar code so I was pretty sure it was not from the Library.
Almost a month has passed and I still see nothing in the notebook. I never shared it to Madame Tuscon or to anyone, not yet. But then just last Saturday when I thought I was sleeping, I saw him Shaylam on that same dream I had in the Library, he was falling too and he suddenly vanished. I realized that I've fainted. I was in my room when it happened around 2:00 AM. It was Dell's unfortunate birthday the day before. It was Friday the 13th and I've branded his Friday the 13th birthdays, "unfortunate birthday" back when we were still in grade school and now this year would not be an exemption. We went to a bar in BGC right after our sumptuous dinner with the Ramirez family. I got home around 1:00 AM and could not remember what happened until I woke up from that dream with Shaylam. Then today at Starbucks Pioneer, I knew it was him I've bumped into. Finally the notebook has revealed new texts right after my encounter with him...
"Sa simula ay liwanag at sa liwanag nagmula,
dumaloy, umusbong ang bunga ng bathala
Labing tatlong bantay sa mundo itinakda,
walang hanggang daloy Kaniyang pinamahala."
He was so polite with me and thought I was in a trance. Perhaps that's what this dream, this attack is. I made up a story on how narcoleptic I am so as not to sound weird. But I remember vividly calling him Shaylam just before he woke me up from that trance. The weird thing about this trance is that I can't remember anything other than me uttering his name.
"Grande Non-fat Cafe Misto for Meira!" yelled the barista.
"Thanks" I said offering the barista my receipt.
"Welcome Meira" he said to me as he gave me a wink. I just smiled back.
Not a few seconds after my first sip when I saw this dark breeze passing by the window straight to our booth. Yes it was a breeze or at least how it will be when it's visible to the naked eye. It was like a big smoke only that it was moving swiftly. I was about to get my things when I felt this numbing sensation. I could not move and was forced to sit down. I hope nobody was seeing this but I'm having a trance again. As I put down my coffee and rest my arms to the chair, I've dropped my notebook and it landed on my lap. My fingers brushed on the second page and I saw before I lost consciousness that the phrases written right after my encounter with Shaylam dissolved and new texts started to form...Hanginon.
To be continued...
"Shaylam", I knew it was him. He has been in my dreams for the past 2 days and this notebook. I never thought it was more than just an old tattered diary which was what I first intended to use it for...
Weird things started to happen about a month ago. It started with a dream of me flying and yet falling to a dark abyss. All was red until I saw sharp protruding spikes coming out from deep within the earth. I knew I'm gonna die any second from that fall but then I've blinked and all of a sudden I'm in the clouds. No, space was more like it. I was all in white, brilliantly white...sitting on the clouds and staring at the skies. Black and white, that was what I first thought. The sky is pitch black and the clouds were so white and blinding. I don't know what to make out of that dream but when I woke up I realized that I'm inside the National Library. I was doing research on Medieval Witchcraft which happened to be Madame Tuscon's expertise. I guess I've always wanted to impress her. She told me I have the gift, the eye actually was her exact words. But I'm lacking the technical background in fortune telling. Yes, it was technical and it was Math, I never thought that foretelling the future was deeply rooted in Mathematics. I must have dozed off while reading this old book on ancient equations. Then when I was about to return the book to the shelves, I saw this old leather-bound notebook lying on the floor next to my seat. There was no inscription and no text whatsoever, just yellow old parchment papers bound by an intricately woven copper spine. It was as small as my old Catleya notebook and surprisingly as light even. As I turned on the first page and ran my fingers on the parchment...bizarre symbols appeared. I'm not sure what language it was or what type of symbology was used but when I squinted and tried to see any recognizable letter there it was, the word ORAKULO. It was almost six in the evening and I was the only one left on the third floor. I shoved my stuffs in my bag together with the notebook and hurried home. I was hoping to know more about this book, there was no ISBN sticker or bar code so I was pretty sure it was not from the Library.
Almost a month has passed and I still see nothing in the notebook. I never shared it to Madame Tuscon or to anyone, not yet. But then just last Saturday when I thought I was sleeping, I saw him Shaylam on that same dream I had in the Library, he was falling too and he suddenly vanished. I realized that I've fainted. I was in my room when it happened around 2:00 AM. It was Dell's unfortunate birthday the day before. It was Friday the 13th and I've branded his Friday the 13th birthdays, "unfortunate birthday" back when we were still in grade school and now this year would not be an exemption. We went to a bar in BGC right after our sumptuous dinner with the Ramirez family. I got home around 1:00 AM and could not remember what happened until I woke up from that dream with Shaylam. Then today at Starbucks Pioneer, I knew it was him I've bumped into. Finally the notebook has revealed new texts right after my encounter with him...
"Sa simula ay liwanag at sa liwanag nagmula,
dumaloy, umusbong ang bunga ng bathala
Labing tatlong bantay sa mundo itinakda,
walang hanggang daloy Kaniyang pinamahala."
He was so polite with me and thought I was in a trance. Perhaps that's what this dream, this attack is. I made up a story on how narcoleptic I am so as not to sound weird. But I remember vividly calling him Shaylam just before he woke me up from that trance. The weird thing about this trance is that I can't remember anything other than me uttering his name.
"Grande Non-fat Cafe Misto for Meira!" yelled the barista.
"Thanks" I said offering the barista my receipt.
"Welcome Meira" he said to me as he gave me a wink. I just smiled back.
Not a few seconds after my first sip when I saw this dark breeze passing by the window straight to our booth. Yes it was a breeze or at least how it will be when it's visible to the naked eye. It was like a big smoke only that it was moving swiftly. I was about to get my things when I felt this numbing sensation. I could not move and was forced to sit down. I hope nobody was seeing this but I'm having a trance again. As I put down my coffee and rest my arms to the chair, I've dropped my notebook and it landed on my lap. My fingers brushed on the second page and I saw before I lost consciousness that the phrases written right after my encounter with Shaylam dissolved and new texts started to form...Hanginon.
To be continued...
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