I wanna hide the truth
I wanna shelter you
But with the beast inside
There’s nowhere we can hide
Demons – Imagine Dragons
I wanted to say that I used to imagine that I am a hero. But “used to” isn’t the word because I still do. I still imagine myself as a super hero. Maybe someone with super powers or just someone with superior intellect and athletic abilities. I am the hero of the night. Someone like Alexandra Trese or the Mythology Class. Those types who roam the streets at night fighting whatever evil they could find.
I would imagine myself walking along the street with a coat and hat. A mysterious and powerful hero with superpowers and hi-tech gadgets. I would prowl the streets and solve mysteries like kidnappings and death and trace them to some evil organization. I would have to take them down of course.
I imagine myself to also have a team with different backgrounds and skills. We would go on a crusade to save the city before the sun rises. People would be oblivious to our activities and continue life as if the world was not in danger last night.
I guess I watched to much movies and read too many books.
My grandparents once told me that their hometown was once the home of an aswang. Since it’s their hometown the aswang was undoubtedly a relative. One night while my grandfather was on their way home, he saw a pig walking across the path. He tried to catch it but when he tried to grab it from the stomach he felt the buttons on the pig’s torso. In his surprise, he dropped the pig. The pig ran to some bushes and out emerged his relative.
I was also told of a time when my grandfather tried to run after a kapre. A kapre is a giant that lives on top of the balete tree with his huge cigar. My grandfather tried to chase one. With his bolo, he climbed the balete tree to chase after the giant. But his efforts were to no avail. The giant, even with his immense size, was still fast.
Their last story was a real one. Two years after my grandmother died, our neighborhood’s taho vendor asked us why grandmother doesnt buy tahi anymore. I told him that my grandmother was dead for two years now. He was shocked and surprised because he said that he saw my grandmother peeking out the window just two days ago.
I actually doubt if these stories were real. I admit that I do not actually believe in ghosts. I do not believe that spirits of our dead loved ones are still here to roam the earth. On the other hand, I would not judge you if you have seen one. You believe what you have seen and experienced after all. I’m sorry though if I had a different opinion on the matter.
For they are spirits of demons, performing signs, which go out to the kings of the earth and of the whole world, to gather them to the battle of that great day of God Almighty.
One thing I could point out though that while we cannot deny the presence of evil in thus world, there is always a good side. There are always events that we call miracles, blessings and heaven sent. The goodness of God out weighs every evil in this earth. You might believe in spirits, ghosts and monsters, you may believe in demon possessions and haunting. You may cower and shudder in fear and dread. That’s definitely OK. But I believe more in a God who sent His Son so that I won’t have to bother if there’s a real kapre or a spirit because all of those things do not matter at all. Those things are insignificant compared to the salvation that Christ is offering me.
Remember though that the devil does not only come as a hideous beast but also as a thing of beauty. He is the King of Tyre with jewels and precious stones around his head. He is a beautiful and powerful being that entices us towards him. But remember also that the devil can never overcome the power of God. He may be able to trick our eyes into the form of our loved ones or into some hideous creature. But his doom gets closer when you have given your life and devotion to Christ. He may be crafty enough to make us believe that he is powerful. But he can never be greater than God. Jesus Christ has proven that life and death are in His hands after he rose from the death on the cross. This makes him more powerful than any dark form the devil may have.
So chill and believe instead in the God who saves. He is there. No need to fear.
And I am convinced that nothing can ever separate us from God’s love. Neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither our fears for today nor our worries about tomorrow—not even the powers of hell can separate us from God’s love. No power in the sky above or in the earth below—indeed, nothing in all creation will ever be able to separate us from the love of God that is revealed in Christ Jesus our Lord.