Toanaks
October 29, 2012 at 9:28 pm
i am from Biringan and half of your story was fabricated by playful imagination. Like you we eat, sleep, and die as well. The only difference between you and us we live longer than your life expectancy. It is not true that we abduct people and left them dead allegedly replacing their bodies with some dead log. There is only one supreme being who claims what is in us, mortals like you call her Gaea but for us simply Mukto which means mother. We speak a different language but similar to the native tongue of the place we reside.
Often times people will ask why they can’t see Biringan, it does exist but spells are being chanted for us to remain hidden from the prying eyes of those who wanted to exploit our land. Now the manifestation of our place in it’s physical form is what we call Kalinata or changing of the guardians of our portals. In this brief moment of time we praise and sing in the name of Mukto that’s why most of the time often overhears chants.
We invite mortals from your dimension not necessary pure of heart like those fairy tales but people whom we think can help us in some ways and return we reward them with prosper life, but before we return them we say a chant that would have clear their recollection of the place. Hours in our place could mean days in your time…
We appreciate being a folklore in your world and same as you we are very curious how advance your beings are. In our place we don’t reject technology but it is being highly discouraged. We don’t use your so called electricity for we are given by Mukto the greatest energy of all, the air around us and the sun as called in your world. Electricity is free only if it was not privatized by selected fews.
This is against our rules to contact people in this way but I hold a good position in my Amaam’s (father) land that’s why I can pretty much get away with everything.
Be very aware of your nature she is in her weakest, death and destruction were whispered to us by Mukto. I can only weep and can’t do anything… Our so called knowledge in magic is only as good as the oxygen you breathe in your world. our clan prays for all of you for it is inevitable the fate of your world have been long decided by you when you have raped and abused your mother. I hope you will all be saved and changing your ways now is too late.
Good day! Thanks for keeping us alive in simple ways like this!
-repost from someone
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