I hope everyone is good

And by that I mean happy. We all have our shit and funk we go through. I hope you all get through that quick and in a meditative way. There’s an end to that bullshit. Stop to smell the flowers, and know when to have fun. Keep something that makes you happy in your mind all the time. For me it’s my family and cars. Peace y’all

October Project pt2

Things are going well. Test fitted the new roll bars and everything looks good. Just gotta bolt everything up tight, cut portions out of the dash and it’ll be ready to go back in.

I was planning on flocking the dash while its out, but nah. It’s not like I’m going to be driving this when the sun is out anyway. Strictly a night run car from this moment on.

That’s all for now. ☮️✌️😷

Scent of a Ghost PT. 2

This takes place at the same company I mentioned in the previous post.

On those nightly walks, I would pass a smoking area. One of the engineers that stayed on site for the 2nd shift was a prankster and all around goofy guy. Smart as hell, he knew his job well. He did have moments where he just seemed a little out there though. Every break I would see him in the smoking area having a cigarette. Sometimes I would stop and join him, other times just say wsup and go about my business. I have heard stories about how he is outside of work, and how he’s even more crazier at parties (I witnessed it too lol). He doesn’t get reckless or anything, but when he parties, he goes hard.

He had a particular posture when he smoked. Something like this

One Friday, he kept talking about a big party he wanted us to go to. If we wanted to see him go super HAAM he told us to come through, and we’ll see how his whole clique also goes HAAM. I ended up not going cuz I heard some stories from co-workers that his crew bust out with some hardcore drugs at their parties, and I’m cool off of that. The end of the shift came, and he told us he hopes he’ll see us there. The weekend went by quick like usual. Monday came and he didn’t show up at work. Tuesday came and we heard terrible news… That night of the party he overdosed on heroin.

Sad news spread across the company. We attended his viewing, then went on with our lives. A week past, me and some of my co-workers did our nightly walk. The air that night was different. It was also oddly quiet. Not even crickets were chirping nor wind blowing. As we approached the smoking area, we smelled cigarettes. No biggie, probably just someone smoking. As we got closer to the smoking area we see cigarette smoke and a silhouette of someone with the same posture as the engineer that passed away. By the time we got to the smoking area, we all fucking froze. There he was, clear as day having a cigarette wearing his work shirt. We watched him inhale the cigarette smoke and exhale it out. I even saw the glow of the ember. I blinked, others did a double take, and in that instant he was gone. The smoke in the air was gone along with the smell of cigarettes. It felt like we stood there for 10 mins, perhaps it was less. But I remember we all stood there quiet for a period of time, then we all looked at each other and tried to comprehend what we saw.

Paranormal experts say there’s various types of hauntings. Intelligent, residual, demonic, supernatural, etc. I feel this was a residual haunting. Meaning, what we saw was possibly the reenactment of his daily patterns. If we would of tried to contact him he wouldn’t even know we were there. A piece of him didn’t move on, yet. But there’s a chance that it could of been an intelligent haunting… Perhaps he wanted to have one last cigarette and say hello. Or maybe he wanted to know why we didn’t show up to the party. What if he wanted to tell us about the party in the after life…?

Scent of a Ghost

When I was a child I remember always smelling a pleasant fragrance at night coming from my mother’s garden. I come to find out that the fragrance came from the Dama De Noche flower, which is a night blooming Jasmine.

A good legend behind the flower can be found here.

However, what some may not know is that the flower grows in cemeteries and graveyards in the Philippines as well. A pleasant smell should be used to remember someone right? Well, that and to cover up the smell of the dead…

Many years ago when I was still living in Sacramento, I used to work at a company that was across the street from one of the oldest Cemeteries in Sacramento.

As a child I used to be afraid of places like that, but as an adult I find it to be one of most peaceful places to visit. Death is the only freedom from this physical world. And I do not mean that in a negative nor sad way at all. I used to go that cemetery and sit; enjoy the silence. At times I would meditate, some times just take a stroll.

I worked a 2nd shift at that job. My last break would be at 10 PM, and sometimes I would take a walk outside the facility and stroll by the cemetery. I been inside the cemetery many times, not once have I seen a Dama De Noche plant from all the times I visited there. One night as I took my nightly stroll I happened to smell the flower, and the fragrance was super strong. HELLA STRONG. I thought to myself, maybe there’s a plant around my facility that I never noticed? By having a mother who is a green thumb, I am very knowledgeable when it comes to plants and very aware of my surroundings. I can spot that plant from a far, but yet I never recalled seeing one around nor ever smelling it before on other nightly walks.

After finishing my quick walk and my last 15 min break of the night, I head back into my job. My shift ends at 12:30AM, around 12:15AM I would clean up my area and then head to a restroom further away where people don’t really use (because it’s cleaner). As I enter the restroom I get a blast of the Dama De Noche fragrance. I freeze in my tracks. It’s soo strong, it’s as if someone is holding the flower under my nose. In that moment I recall a story my mother told me as a child. She said if you smell this flower and the plant is not around, it’s most likely a spirit is visiting you. 💀

I finish my shift and make my way to my car. I sit there to let my stock GSR warm up (Goes to show how long ago this was lol). As I’m sitting there I think to myself what or who can it be that visited me? An ancestor? Or maybe a spirit from the cemetery? Or maybe I’m just bat shit crazy 🦇💩🤪? Who ever it may have been, I started smelling Dama De Noche in my car. Best believe I drove home with the windows down…

Go pay your respects to the dead. Visit a random cemetery and show them your love and respect, even if you don’t know them. For that they are free from this physical bullshit and drama of life.

“Nothing is dead: men feign themselves dead, and endure mock funerals and mournful obituaries, and there they stand looking out of the window, sound and well, in some new and strange disguise.”

– Ralph Waldo Emerson