Encounter enchantment

TWO or three sticks of cigarette, some coins or a candy or two suffice  as peace
offerings to unseen denizens of sylvan parts—the wilderness  teems with beings
the naked eye cannot behold.

So I told my  son-in-law who wanted my company in a stab through Mt. Makulot in
Cuenca, Batangas… on a day that I’ll be leaving off for the western  hinterland
parts of Mindoro for an agronomy project I’m tending to.

Years  back, an Army buddy was doing routine patrol with his unit through the
jungles of Palawan when he spotted a covey of wild doves roosting on a  bough of
a huge tree… he thought stringy game fowl flesh roasting on  coals, sprayed half
a clip off the hip, felled some birds… rushed to  pick up those lean pickings
here and there… then went triple time to  catch up with his comrades trudging

He couldn’t catch up  with his unit… saw them too distant, a blur of fatigues…
beyond reach.  He let out a lung-busting yell… fired off a few rounds… they
ignored  him, kept tramping on through the bushes.

Growing frantic, he  remembered an old-timer’s counsel about peace offerings to
unseen  denizens of such forbidding precincts as forests, pastures, any howl of

He unlatched a bandolier of 5.57 ammo on his chest,  reverently laid it on the
ground, and begged forgiveness for his  misdeed… closed his eyes in mumbled
prayer. He saw his companions an  arm’s length away, each one puzzled at his odd

He knew he was forgiven.

Over  the years, I’ve had two or three of my kids in tow trekking into
forbidding sylvan parts of Makiling and the Sierra Madres… gathering  wildlings,
collecting seeds, replanting trees, or simply doing hands-on  lessons in natural
history, mountaineering… jungle survival.

We’ve  had run-ins with these unseen denizens, encounters with enchantment
soaking up the fierce ambiance of terrain gone amuck, trails leading off  to

The most damage we went through was contusions,  nicks on the skin and shins,
bruises… one time a nest of pig wasps went  all-out on acupuncture practice on
my head… rarely I turn swell-headed  but this was one instance when waspish
biochemistry flooded my head… to  stimulate certain nerve centers in the brain,
it turns out.

The  trade-off: an unseen must have taken fancy to a curved blade we brought
with us… we’ve mapped out a grid on the area we spent the night for a
fine-tooth comb search on the missing article, found no trace of it… it  turned
up two years later, rusted, within the grid in which we’ve  combed.

A mountaineer never asks for a level playing field… but  there are dimensions
beyond plain sight that can be discerned with  insight, with the heart-Dong delos Reyes

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