A Little Girl’s Gripping and Magical Story – 24

A little girl's gripping and magical story. Baykoy Series.
Literary Fiction/Epistolary/Drama/Fantasy

A little girl's gripping and magical story. Baykoy Series.

Baykoy and The Only Something

This is a gripping and magical tale of a little Filipino girl who goes by an endearing nickname, Baykoy.

The story is narrated through the heart-convulsing letters of a woman to her niece, detailing her extraordinary childhood experiences.

Written by

J.J. Ireneo


The Enchanting Spirit – Part Two

Part Three

Age: Six years old.

Year: 1985.

— indomitable —

Dear Sage,

The familiar voice, with its distinct nature. Almost godlike. Advancing in from a holy place. Like church. Only more holy and echoey.

The invisible arms were still cradling me. More discernible than grandma’s. They were smoothly lifting me up into the air. Though I was still aware of being in bed. I was also aware of anguish fussing in the room.

Grandma and grandpa were desperately waking me up. I wondered why. How could that be?

I was awake. I knew I was. My eyes were open.

I could also feel their skin. They were intensely caressing my hair, massaging my face, my hands and my feet. “Baykoy, wake up! Wake up!” they cried.

I just couldn’t get my body to move. It didn’t want me to move a vein at all. I didn’t feel exhausted. There was just an unexplained energy that was preventing me from doing anything. I was surrendering to the invisible arms.

I could see the ceiling. The faint natural gas light. Grandma and grandpa’s faces. So I couldn’t understand why they were in panic to wake me up.

The silent voice was still speaking to me. Slithering in my gut. I understood it. Though I couldn’t articulate it out. It was already eloquent enough for me to understand it. Without words. Yet so clear.

Oy, baykoy,” the familiar voice said. It was speaking in my face. Touching my lips, almost.

“Oy, baykoy,” I replied. I was willingly submitting to it. I had to respond at will. I wasn’t fighting it back. I couldn’t, anyhow. It seemed like a natural thing for me to do.

I’ll write you a letter,” it whispered.

“I’ll write you a letter,” I repeated.

Grandma and grandpa were already smacked into horror.

I knew what they were doing. The frenzied shaking, the bashing maneuvers, the crying… All to wake me up!

But I was awake.

I’m your angel now,” the familiar voice giggled.

“I’m your angel now,” I giggled along.

And then…

… grandma started singing ‘What a Friend We Have in Jesus’... And grandpa sang along…

I’ll see you in your dreams, baykoy,” the familiar voice uttered.

“I’ll see you in your dreams, baykoy,” I replied.




I gasped, then… “Why are you singing?”

Grandma and grandpa sighed in great relief.

They hugged and kissed me. “Oh, we thought we lost you!” grandma sobbed.

“I was awake,” I replied, baffled.

“But you were somewhere else,” grandpa said.

“Ooh really?” I said.

Though I knew what happened, I just couldn’t explain it to them. Not yet.

I was with Angeline. She was cradling me. She had been speaking to me.

I was conscious the whole time through.

I was in two different worlds at once.

I was succumbing to the holy one without resistance.

While still being aware of reality.

The present reality. Whatever it meant.

Yet it was another life mystery that I would hold oh so dearly.

Like magic.

Each one has a holy experience to tell.

It is simply a kiss of an angel.

The only something.

— Indomitable —

Dear Sage,

Hushed discussion was hissing in the living room.

I was alone in bed now, wide awake. No invisible arms. No familiar voice.

I thought it was something not to be feared at all. Yet grandma and grandpa were already slammed into revulsion.

Once again, I knew this was going to be another sleepless night for them. It was another big baby night for me. Without tantrum. Because there was nothing to go hysterical about.

My body had resigned to sleep. I was fine. Really fine.

Oy,” the familiar voice woke me up in the morning.

“Oy,” I replied, opening my eyes.

Oy, baykoy.”

“Oy, baykoy.”

Have you opened your present yet?”

“Have you opened your present yet?”

“Baykoy!” grandma yelped. “Are you up yet?”

Ssshhh…” the familiar voice warned me.

“Ssshhh…” was my reply.

“Baykoy!” grandpa blurted. “Who are you talking to?”


I turned to them. Their alarming fears were apparent.

Yes, Angeline was speaking to me. Though this time around, I could function in both worlds. Easily.

“I have to repeat everything that she’s saying,” I said.

Grandpa sat on the bed. “Who is it?”

“Angeline,” I replied. “I have to do it.”

Jesus, Mary, Joseph,” grandma uttered, shaking.

“Why do you have to repeat everything that she’s saying?” grandpa asked.

“Something’s just telling me to,” I said. “I can’t help it.”

“What do you think it is?” he interrogated.

“Something very kind,” I answered.

They looked at each other.

Grandpa got up. “Don’t take her to Pacing. We need a pastor.”

“We’re leaving on Saturday then,” grandma said. “So we could also attend the service. We haven’t done that in a long while.”

Kidlat and Kuwago barged in with playful barks.

We rushed to the front porch.

The dogs were chasing something in the front yard. They were frisking around in circles, barking and moaning away. In cheerful romps.

It was fun to watch. A game that they hadn’t done before.

They were also in synchronized bounces. They would spark out with double barks at once. It was a merry-go-round dog display.

My amusement flew me out to join them.

But then they swaggered towards me instead. Paws up! Kisses! As if they had lost me for a long while, and now they were happy to have me back.

I could feel the invisible arms again. Lifting me up. Softly… Gently… Affectionately…!

I noticed my feet were still stuck to the ground. Kidlat and Kuwago froze up, moaning, but not scared at all.

They had a curious beacon in their eyes.

But I was being cradled. Up high. Into the air. Along with the morning wind.

Grandma and grandpa were looking on from the front porch, inclined to descend.

I was fully aware of all things and all entities at the same time.

No movements. No breathing. No energy.

Yet at peace, obliged, calm, charmed, alive.

Inner peace takes a lifetime to earn.

A moment of enchanting peace is a memory to yearn.

Look back on it time and time again.

The only something.

— Indomitable —

Dear Sage,

Reality moved around me in relaxed motions. Not frightening at all. It didn’t look tired either.

Just pleasantly at ease.

Kidlat and Kuwago were grinning. Grandma and grandpa oozed their steps closer. Nothing to worry. Nothing to fear.

The leaves in trees were waving. The vegetable garden was sprightly flapping. The school looked bright from a distance.

The skies bloomed like joyful flowers in different colors. The stars appeared and transformed into different shapes. The moon was spinning around in the center. Not falling. Just flaunting its beauty.

It was a shining show.

The invisible arms were still cradling me. Yet my feet were still glued to the ground. Twinkling lights were sprouting out of it.

The silent voice whispering from my gut was also pronouncing its power. Again, my feelings simply understood it.

It was asking me to do something.

Yet its strong message was still unknown.

Though I had a hunch it would be revealed soon enough.

The familiar voice sang:

“Baykoy, baykoy… It’s time to go baykoy… Here goes the joy… Call them ahoy… Baykoy…. Baykoy, baykoy… Can’t be destroyed… Woohoy…”

I rolled in laughter.

Oy, baykoy,” it said.

“Oy, baykoy,” I replied.

Wanna sing and fly?”

“Wanna sing and fly?”



A singing voice broke in, “What a friend we have in Jesus…”

It was grandma, massaging my hands. As grandpa was cradling me in his arms. I found myself on the front porch with them, glassy-eyed, fully aware.

It looked normal now. Ordinary. Real.

Just as real as how the world had been shown to me. The illuminating heaven. All the bright colors. All the beauty that I had never seen before.

I thought Angeline was showing me the life beyond. That was it. Nothing to panic. Nothing to fear.


“We’ll send the kids home today,” grandpa said.

“The district school board would go after us,” grandma replied.

“The district school board could kill me,” grandpa yelped. “We’re going to see a pastor today.”

Grandma caressed my hair. “How are you feeling?”

I shrugged my shoulders. “I’m okay.”

“She’s okay now,” grandpa muttered. “They’re after her again later. Let’s get going.”

“Where are we going?” I asked.

“Church,” he replied. “We’re taking you to a pastor.”

“But I don’t wanna see a pastor,” I said. “Angeline’s just showing me her new life. And I’m not scared of it. There’s nothing wrong with me.”

“Let’s just wait until Saturday,” grandma said. “Can we do that?”

Grandpa sighed. “Put garlic in her pockets.”

Garlic was supposed to protect me from another spirit attack.

I didn’t believe it. But I had to obey.

Angeline might be a spirit, but she was showing me beautiful things.

A real angel who could make me fly and sing.

Once a palpable experience,

it’s not a life mystery anymore.

It’s a beautiful wonder,

only granted to the chosen few.

The only something.

— Indomitable —

Dear Sage,

My pockets were packed with garlic cloves.

It didn’t make any difference at all. But yes, normality was all over me.

Kids who still cared for my fragile bones. Grandma’s vigilant eyes would assail towards my directions. Grandpa would stomp in to check on my forehead temperature. Kidlat and Kuwago refused to keep me out of their sight.

Recess was just another leisure time. All grades were back to their ‘dangerous’ games that looked more fun than switching on my imagination to see a story in my mind. Grandma got me my cup of hot chocolate and muffin. Grandpa would taunt me about the new book I was reading.

Nothing to panic. Nothing to fear.

Normality was all over me.

As a six-year-old, the only extraordinary thing for me was change.

Usual objects radiating. In different colors. In different shapes. All joyful and fun.

Voices breathing into my face. The familiar one. The silent one. All kind and angelic.

Something special. Something enchanting.

Nothing to panic. Nothing to fear.

My pockets were packed with garlic cloves.

It didn’t make any difference.

It shouldn’t make any difference.

Nothing was different.

I was reading a book of fables. I was fully aware of this.

I was sitting at grandma’s desk. My vision was clear. My body was in its habitual realm. My mind was focused on the story.

I was fine. Really fine.

Everything was normal. It looked normal.

I was just a little girl. It wasn’t my job to understand things. Neither must I commit to the idea of how the world worked or how life must treat me or which sounds I must only hear and listen to… or where I should belong.

I looked over. The kids were in their innocent bliss.

I looked at Kidlat and Kuwago. They were a bit alert.

I looked at grandma. She was busy with her lesson plans.

I looked at grandpa. He was organizing the book shelves.

I looked at the book. The illustrations were stunning.

Nothing to panic. Nothing to fear.

The garlic cloves were in my pockets. They were starting to burn my skin.

Why did they feel hot all of a sudden?

I took them out and slipped them into the drawer. I had to make sure grandma and grandpa were not looking.

Kidlat and Kuwago’s heads tilted up, moaning achingly. It caught grandma and grandpa’s attention.

Nothing to panic. Nothing to fear.

Just the garlic cloves were burning my skin.

Sorry, but I had to release myself from them.

Right there and then.

The invisible arms were cradling me again. The silent voice was fizzing in my gut. And then…

Wanna fly and sing?” the familiar voice said.

“Wanna fly and sing?” I replied.

Ssshhh…” it warned me.

“Ssshhh…” I said.

A warm ray of light lifted me away.

Fast! Really, really fast!

I was happy.

Whether imagined or real,

the divine experience is always a thrill.

The only something.

— Indomitable —

Dear Sage,

The invisible arms were the warm, bright light.

I was standing in the center, with the bodily feeling of being cradled.

Nothing else to see. Just its refinement. With its kindest and most peaceful presence.

Fears never existed here. Neither did sadness.

I knew I was waiting for something. Or someone.

I knew there was life beyond this.

Beautiful. Heavenly. Magical.

I had no power to understand it. Neither question anything.

It never even occurred to me.

I just felt safe, loved, welcomed, accepted.

I also felt that if I were to meet the kids here, they wouldn’t hesitate to play with me at all. And they would all become my good friends.

We would all become good friends.

Oy,” the familiar voice said. It was coming from behind me.

I turned, and there she was.

Angeline. My good friend. My real angel.

She was wearing a radiant pink dress. Her skin glowed like magic.

She smiled and held my hand. “Have you opened the present yet?” she said, without opening her mouth.

We were communicating through our hearts.

“Not yet,” was my reply.

“You haven’t read the letter yet either, have you?” she asked.

I shook my head ‘no’.

Her heart said:

She was going away soon. She wanted to let me know that she would always look out for me.

If finding a good friend would wear me out, and I’d get mad for having a good heart, it would not be heaven’s fault.

Angels only existed in all things that would serve me good.

If I wanted to spend time with her once in a while, she’d be there.

She knew I would keep her alive in all the good in me no matter how sad I would get.

Other kids should not concern me. I should only worry about those who I loved and who loved me.

Sadness meant I wished for something more than what my heart could take.

Innocent bliss was not about playtime. It was about how playtime would grow my good heart.

Garlic was merely a human consumption. It would never protect me from evil.

Evil would only be found once you desired it.

Real magic would only be shown to good hearts.

Enchanting spirits would only be shown to the sad beloved who had the most special connection with them.

“I can’t go yet if you’re still sad,” she said. This time, I heard her voice.

“Why not?” I replied.

“Because it’s one of the laws of heaven. My family has already accepted me going away, and I’ve already felt that. But your deep sadness is making me stay, and I have to make you stop crying… I have to save you first. Because it’s not your time yet.”

“Well, I don’t want you to go away,” I sobbed. “Because I can’t get a good friend anymore.”

“Wanna fly and sing?”

Be a good friend to yourself.

Until you say goodbye to your last breath.

The only something.

— Indomitable —