HOME REMEDY FOR THIRD EYE

Third Eye 190x210 oil 2012 by Martin Guderna

The problem is she can see too much; her normal vision is always mired with the strange and odd sightings beyond the scope of her two eyes and her own comprehension.

It all started when she was five. The memory still gave her a good chill when the snapshots from the past suddenly flash before her mind; floating, dismembered head with gaping mouth spilling black liquid and hollowed eyes that keeps on gazing her each time she try to sleep and each time he wakes up in the cold gust of morning.

When she was a teen and currently exploring the kick of her hormones, she nearly killed her boyfriend when they are secretly making love in her room when her parents are out on a party. As he thrust his way deep inside her for her first taste of deflowering instead of the face of the handsome mestizo that pounding her, it becomes the face of a horned goat bleating loudly as saliva drip from its muzzle. Their relationship ended right there with her virginity still intact and a zero probability of having another love life for the upcoming years.

Now that she is a true blue adult with an eight to five job and a boring life of a nobody (unlike those people he jealously browse from her Instagram account), the problem still remain to pester her; making her misery veering closer and closer to paranoia.

She decided to find a solution and “blind” her other eye when she starting seeing men with horse head stalking her every day on her way home. The usual 2 hours of travel from her apartment to their office doubles just to be sure that they will lost track of her. She will ride LRT and take different route and ride a cab to take an alternate street back to her abode. This run for a month and so and it leaves her allowance blow out of her window and her mind teetering towards being neurotic.

He consult some friends and ask for recommendations. There are too many psychics offering their service for the price of her one year salary. Others who are not ashamed of flesh bargaining would only ask for a one night stand. Such type are easily caught of their fraudulent activity due to uncontrolled hormones banging their groin to death.

Seeing no other way, she look for an alternative course of action: home remedies.

Endless forums and nightly scouring on the internet carry him to an obscure blog of an anonymous mystic that provide a procedure on how to close the problematic third eye of her for free. The materials she needs are the following:

Dayap (Calamansi)

1 Small or Pocket Knife

The instruction is awfully familiar (the materials is somehow similar to how a prince manage to keep himself awake against the lulling voice of a magical bird) despite it slight gruesome steps. All she have to do is to lay on her bed and wait for any signs of abnormal vision. Once they start appearing to her, she must take the knife and made a horizontal cut on her forehead.  Then she must squeeze the calamansi drip on the fresh wound.  The already searing pain of the wound will be further amplified by the weak but potent acidity from the citrus fruit; the combination as said by the blogger will create a reaction that will “blind” the third eye and permanently lose its function to perceive objects from beyond.

There is no other way to tell if this will work or if she can endure the pain if she won’t test it.

So by Friday evening a knife and a seven pieces of Calamansi accompany her to bed. In the first minute, there was no sign of any phantoms or beings with twisted appearances.  Just before the Alpha waves starts fluctuating on her brain, the hairs on her skin starts to erect; the initial warning that they are arriving.

Four floating balls of ghostly fire bearing the pale colors of gray and white circle above her. Each of them have a single huge cyclopean eye that focus their malignant gaze to her.

Before they can get closer and starts burning her mind, he grabbed the knife and make a quick but deep incision on her forehead. She flinched right at the moment blood trace her face.  With her senses fully awake and alarmed, she took the first Calamnsi and start squeezing it right into the wounds. The acid yellow fluid mixing with the pools of red on her forehead send a wave of intensified pain on her head.

She groan and moan with her eyes close. When she open it once again, the fire balls of hell are already gone without any trace of smoke or burnt smell. The remedy works and finally she gave her victory smile.

Yet the night is just starting.

After the sentient flames, the one who arrives next is a group of headless priest chanting reverse prayers and Biblical verses as they lift in the air the inverted cross they held. Feeling confident that she can overcome this wave of nether beings, she grabbed once again the knife and made her second cut.

The process continue for hours with her face already shift its color to crimson and her forehead a canvass of razor stroke that creates a gory art of ruptured skin and flesh. The level of devilry of wave of visit from the creatures of midnight  continue to increase that she wanted to keep on slashing and slashing her forehead even in those brief minute that they are not around.

Until she found out that there are no more Calamansi left and the enfeebling effect of multiple gashes is now taking a toll on her.

The seventh visitor came at last. The urge to run bombarded his body and yet she is too weak even to move now on her bed as she saw a familiar figure that brings an amalgam of nostalgia and horror to her.

It was her ex-boyfriend donning the head of the brute horned goat.

Gripped with overpowering terror, she mindlessly took the knife and start doing quick successive cuts on her already disfigured forehead; not minding the pain and the volume of thick blood flowing from her head. Her wide and dilating eyes are on his former lover that slowly crawls on his hands and feet like a quadroped monstrosity.

She scream and scream with all the remaining ounce of strength she have until the voice of the goat headed man breaks through her as he is now on top of her.

“Why don’t you cut start cutting here instead?” He pointed at her wrist. His voice coming from the gross goat’s lips is surprisingly alluring. The timbre is rich and lusty as if it was not coming from the devil himself.

“I promise if you do that. You won’t see us again.”

Those words are enough already to put her faith into her goat headed lover. With her still shaking fingers, she hold to the knife and start pressing its red stained blade into her wrist.

It was a clean yet deep cut; a lone slash that sever skin, flesh and vein from her. Her eyes now starts to get blurry. The details starts to get distorted in haze of indistinguishable shapes and colors.

Then there’s the welcoming blindness that save her from seeing again. The last image before darkness consume her was her ex-boyfriend making love with her again; this time without the face of the goat.