Penang's Late Ghost King Tek (槟城鬼王德)

December 17, 2015, 2:38 am

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How many ‘ghost kings’ are there in Penang if you ask? Although I am not very sure of the actual numbers because as one so-called ghost king died, another one emerged automatically. Most of these famous ‘ghost kings’ are dubbed by people outside Penang. Hong Kong entertainment medias had a role to play too to bring up the names of Penang ghost king.

While I cannot comment on the ‘current’ Penang Ghost King, I do have a story about former Penang Ghost King Tek.

Ah Tek was a famous character who was said to have fostered hundreds of ghosts and people would just call Ah Tek as ‘Uncle Tek’. Uncle Tek was said to be famous in 70’s and 80’s. Old Penang folks would remember this special character. Many famous Hong Kong stars had witnessed the power of Uncle Tek. It was said that in the mid of 70s, the notorious haunting of former location of an emporium at Nathan Road, Hong Kong was settled by Uncle Tek alone. Besides that, many movie stars were also once faithful customers of Uncle Tek.

However about 10 years ago, a Hong Kong TV station tried to search out Uncle Tek for a special edition. When they finally managed to find Uncle Tek at his temple, the originally stout 6ft physique of Uncle Tek became thin as a lath. According to Uncle Tek that he was a victim of Thai black magic and he would die soon. It was said that when this special edition was finally aired, Uncle Tek already passed away.

A famous story of Uncle Tek was that one night he was having dinner with some visiting Hong Kong stars. It was around midnight and the group was having supper at a hawker center at Gurney Drive.

One of the lady actress asked Uncle Tek half jokingly that if Uncle Tek can really ‘show’ them some real ghosts in front of their naked eyes. And Uncle Tek agreed without hesitation.

After the supper, the group travelled to an old Chinese cemetery nearby and Uncle Tek performed some incantations. It was reported that most of the members of the group actually saw many white orbs raised from surrounding graves as Uncle Tek was chanting.

In a state of panic, many group members scrambled into their van and to be found in horror that the van was already ‘filled’ with ‘people’!

I didn’t have a chance to meet Uncle Tek, but I supposed he was only expert in ghost magic otherwise he would not be harmed by Thai magic. Anyway, that was the story told to me by a Hong Kong friend and not a local. Funny but true that the locals don’t even recognized their own ‘ghost king’!

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January 5, 2016, 9:37 pm

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The Chinese Lunar New Year is just around the corner. This year's New Year will be celebrated on February 8, 2016. I would like to convey my Japanese friend's wish of Happy New Year to everyone who visits this blog. Incidentally, this is my first new year card in 10 years... So I guess my luck will change for coming year of monkey :)))

The Making Of Pelesit & Polong

February 1, 2016, 6:28 am

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I can assure you that the below info is exclusive and hard to come by these days...

Basically Pelesit and Polong have the same characteristics. The only differences lie in the form and the gender of their owners. A polong works for a male owner and a pelesit works for a female owner.

The functions of a pelesit and polong are the same: for stealing of money and to destroy the enemies. Except that a pelesit has an additional edge that is it can make its lady owner look young always.

It is believed that a pelesit and polong can transform into the form of their owners; which is the same of a ‘hantu raya’ or a wandering spirit or a great spirit if you will. In old days, people in Selangor, Kuala Pilah, Negeri Sembilan, Kedah and Trengganu used to be knowledgeable of the ‘arts of pelesit and polong.

 Pelesit and polong feed on chicken eggs that have been poked a hole with a sewing needle. As I heard that this egg is placed near the feet of the owner at night when the owners sleeping at night. During mid-night, the pelesit or polong will protrude its elongated tongue from the roof down to suck the contents of the egg. In another version, I was told that a pelesit or a polong will transform into an insect and sneak to the toe of its owner and bite on the toe to draw blood. Hence people believe that if a people look extremely skinny, he/she might be a possible candidate for owning one of this spirits. In another version of the story, a pelesit/polong is kept inside a small bottle and it is fed with the owner’s blood drawn from ring finger during full moon night. However, if a pelesit/polong is not fed amply, then it will venture out of the house and disturb the neighbors.

Local believe that when the owner of a pelesit/polong dies, the cloth covering the face of the deceased would show signs of moving. And when the cloth is removed, people would find the tongue of the deceased protruding and wriggling out from the mouth; while the eyes rolled back.

The owner of a pelisit/polong is said to be void of descendent because the spirit would kill all children in the house if it is not being well taken care of. A locol bomoh (shaman) told me that when a person is possessed by a pelisit/polong; the only way to coax out the owner is to bring a red onion and 3 grains of black pepper seeds. The items are then pressed onto the thumb nails.

Another sign of a person possessed by a pelisit/polong is that the possessed person dare not look into the eyes of others. The bomoh also told me that it helps to fumigate the victim of a pelisit/polong with ‘kemayan’ (benzoin) smoke. It is said that when one of the above method is used, the person will utter the name of the owner. Of course this method has caused many innocent folks to be accused and harmed for many personal reasons. Perhaps this resembles some sort of ‘witch hunt’ in the medieval Europe…

It is not difficult to detect if a pelisit/polong is present as it would make the sound of ‘sat… sat… sat’ and if people would perform a search, they shall find a grass hopper with the head similar that of a person. If this grasshopper is caught and its head being pluck, in addition three breathes are blown onto the grasshopper with added cursing and swearing before letting it go (provided that if the poor creature still lives…). If a grain of yellow rice or a piece of hair is found after the head is plugged, then it is said that this pelisit/polong has an owner.

Another method to kill a grasshopper believed to be a pelisit/polong is to strike it with a broom while saying: “it is not that I have killed you, it is the broom!” This is to avoid the revenge of the pelisit/polong. This is due to the belief that a pelisit/polong is afraid of a broom. Old Malays believe that when they believed that a pelisit/polong is making noise, they would strike a broom onto the floor; and the pelisit/polong would become silent and flee from the place.

If a grasshopper believed to be a pelisit/polong being caught and put into a bottle, its owner will wandering about like insane finding his/her pelisit/polong within two days of the creature being caught. This bottle should be thrown into a river that flows into the sea. Would it help to get rid of a pelisit/poling by killing the grasshopper? Well, no. People believe that the owner can always generate another grasshopper to replace the lost ones.

Folks believe that a pelisit/polong can be summoned in three ways:

Method 1:

An old green coconut which stem is being bitten off with teeth and that his green coconut should be carried down while holding in one’s mouth. After that this coconut husk is shredded and then the coconut flesh is used to produce coconut milk. Then the coconut milk is being boiled to make coconut oil. The coconut oil is later filled into a terracotta urn together with 3 pieces of white or black chicken eggs. This urn is then sealed and then buried in a 3-way crossroads for 40 days.

When the time is up, this container is dug up and it is then hung in the center of the house beam. This urn should then be fumigated by smoke produce from burning 7 pieces of coconut ‘lidi’ (leaflets) taken from the same midrib during Maghrib time. It is believed that thousands of grasshoppers will come to enjoy the feast. Only one of the grasshoppers will transform into pelisit/polong.

Method 2:

The dead body of an eldest baby of less than 40 days whose mother is also the eldest in the family is the main ingredient for making a pelesit/polong. The corpse of the dead baby should be dug up during mid-night usually a Friday night. After that, the corpse is placed on an ant hill and subsequent conjuration is made until voices came out from the corpse with its tongue wriggling. The person should approach the corpse and bite off this tongue.

This tongue should be placed inside a coconut shell. This tongue and coconut shell is then burn with slow fire until oil is produced. It is then buried in a 3-way crossroads for 3 days consecutively. The coconut shell must be collected from an isolated coconut tree. It is said that on the fourth day, a pelisit/polong will present inside the coconut shell ready to be deployed.

Method 3:

A much simpler method is to comb one’s hair at dusk for a consecutive of 40 days in front of a mirror. The person should wear the clothing worn by a previous owner of a pelisit/polong. It is said that this way enables one to recall a pelisit/polong from the previous owner.

Whatever method one uses, the pelisit/polong should be fed with blood at an interval of at least once a month; and that it should be kept in a small bottle filled with coconut oil.

The telltale sign of a pelisit/polong owner is that he/she would have small and red eyes; and that he/she would avoid direct eye contacts. When he/she sleeps, he/she will sleep facing up with mouth opening and producing sounds of a cat drinking water. Another way of testing if a person keeps a pelisit/polong is to hide a small piece of monkey bone under betel leaves. If the person consumes the betel leaves and moan in pain, then he/she is the keeper of a pelisit/polong.

I am not sure if anyone still keeps a pelisit/polong in that matter to date, and I have not personally tried the making of pelisit/polong ritual. If you have tried and successfully produced one; then please do let me know.

The Hitchhiker I (不述客 I)

February 2, 2016, 8:38 pm

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If you are a Malaysian driver used to do night travels which ply between two isolated locations, then you would probably have a fair share of ghostly experiences; or at least some ghost stories to tell. Most of my Malay friends who travelled at night have one kind of eerie experience or another.

Old road that led from Kuala Kangsar to Lenggong in Hulu Perak was dimly lit and street lights were far and between. Many drivers who drove at the dead of the night would have a taboo as not to look at the rear mirror no matter what happened.

Pak Ali was my old neighbor when I stayed in Talang, Kuala Kangsar. He was a taxi driver and he frequently travelled from Kuala Kangsar to Lenggong at night fetching his old customer who was a businessman in Lenggong. He usually returned to rest early in the morning after dropping his customer. That was when I stepped out of my house to school. When he was free, Pak Ali too would give me a lift and told me many strange tales along the way. In Malay, a ride is called ‘tumpang’.

According to Pak Ali, he always sees a white figure under a banyan tree just off the junction of the road heading to Lenggong. At first, Pak Ali thought he was presbyopia due to aging. But after many encounters, he has somehow grown accustomed to the sighting.

This was one of those nights that Pak Ali has an unforgettable ‘tumpang’ (ride) from the other side. As usual, Pak Ali drove from his house to Lenggong just pass midnight alone. When he arrived at the junction where he used to see the white figure, suddenly his taxi halted right in front of the banyan tree. No matter how many he tried, the engine just wouldn’t start.

Just as when Pak Ali continuously restarting his taxi, suddenly he heard his left rear door opened and a breeze of wind coupled with the smell of perfume entered his taxi. Strangely speaking, right at the time when his taxi door slammed closed; the taxi engine restarted.

Instinctively, Pak Ali turned his head and to his surprised he saw a very beautiful lady in white sitting at the back seat. Though surprised, Pak Ali politely told the lady that his taxi wasn’t for hired. But the lady pleaded that she would get off just before the junction turning to Lenggong. Since it was pretty late then, the good hearted Pak Ali thought it would be awful to let the lady alone out there in the wilderness. Who knows what would happen if she came across some bad folks? So, Pak Ali didn’t say second words and continued his journey.

As usual, Pak Ali would start to strike a conversation with his passengers, but no matter what he said, the lady just kept silent. After some round of chatting alone, Pak Ali suddenly stopped talking and it was a dead silent in the taxi. At this point, Pak Ali inadvertently stared into his rear mirror. To his horror, the reflection in the mirror showed that his hitchhiker wasn’t look like near anything human! The ‘creature’ has long straight hairs, a half decayed face with eye balls popping out and fangs protruding out from mouth with missing lips…

It was indeed a ‘culture shock’ for Pak Ali and instinctively he turned his back but to his surprised, the beautiful lady in white still sitting politely in the backseat while smiling. The lady finally opened her mouth and said:

“Aku cantik tak?” (Am I pretty?)

Pak Ali thought he was hallucinating and again he turned forward and quickly caught a glimpse of the mirror reflection, and the ugly demonic creature was still in the backseat!

Though Pak Ali wasn’t a superstitious person, he at once recalled that the lady was some sort of demonic spirits. So, he just kept silent and continued his journey towards Lenggong.

Right before the taxi was to turn at the junction to Lenggong, Pak Ali heard a sweet voice and said:

“Ada turun. Terima kasih!” (I am getting off. Thank you!)

The taxi automatically halted and the backdoor opened and then slammed. As before, the taxi engine can be restarted and Pak Ali drove on without turning back.

According to Pak Ali, since the incident; he has a few similar experiences at the same locations until he finally retired to be a taxi drive. That is the strangest tale I have heard from Pak Ali. I have a few more tales of strange hitchhikers to share in future too… So whatever you do, please don't look back at night! You are warned!! 

Uniquely Thai Child God: Look Thep (泰国鬼娃)

February 3, 2016, 1:34 am

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In case of you are not aware; there is a new kid on the block in Thai occult circle. It is called ‘look thep’.  a ‘look thep’ is a form of cute plastic dolls of any sorts said to be able to bring the owner luck. Perhaps you can buy one of this so-called ‘child god’ or ‘child angel’ in your nearest Thai amulet shop by the time of writing. Some masters also tug in real human bones and amulets in the dolls to increase their power. Of course, these dolls must be blessed by senior monks to be effective.

I am told that the price can range from MYR300 to MYR1000 or so. Some people event go to the extent of bringing their ‘child god’ to watch movies, restraints, shopping and they even book air ticket for their child gods.

A ‘look thep’ to me is no difference than a kumanthong or a Taoist or a Buddhist idol in their making. If you like, you can even tug your kumanthong statue into a plastic doll and call it a ‘look thep’. Anyway the choice is still yours if you have spare cash to burn.

A look thep looks just like any plastic doll in the toy store.

On closer look, amulets or even human bones can sometimes be found inside the doll.

Encounter With A Lady Gnome

February 4, 2016, 7:55 am

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By Barry

This is a story from when I just move to a new living place.

My first night there, I dreamt a lady, who was really angry at me. She said, "Do you want to pick a fight with me!" When I woke up at the morning, I thought it is just an ordinary dream because I was too tired moving things. But then, another day, I dream the very same lady who was always angry at me... This occurred for three days straight... Then I know that something really wrong happened...

I pray in front of my altar to my lineage master for some hints of what actually happened to me... So through dream again, a man in white come to me and told me, that somehow I offend this land's earth god subordinate, and she is the lady in my dream... Actually at that time I didn't know what I did that has offended her...

So next morning, I recite some spell to invite the earth god of my place, and I ask him/her to bring his/her subordinate that I offended. I didn't posses yin-yang eyes though, so I didn't know the gender of the earth god in my place. I only know his/her presence through the feeling in the atmosphere... When I sense they have come, I apologized for any inconvenience I caused upon them, and asked them to protect me instead of bothering me. If they would do so, I'll dedicate some merit to them as often as I could...

So next time, I dream about the lady-gnome, she show more benign face and smiled to me...

When I met my master and told him this story, he said that maybe she was offended because I open my altar immediately after I come to my new house without asking any blessings or permission to the earth god first... Some spell could make some beings cannot enter my room, which they could do it easily before...

Liew’s note:

Perhaps the norm for folks in Asia to make offerings before moving into a new place is no nonsense after all. Incidentally, I performed smoke offering at my friend’s haunted house and I was not disturbed in anyway; but a few people who stayed there before me suffered severe migraine. Strange but true!

Magic Is Not An All-cure (法术无绝对)

February 4, 2016, 8:08 am

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By Barry

I have two persons whom are really close to me. Just call them Jeanny and Tania (not their real name). One day, two of them got into fight because of some reason... It makes me confused and sad, since both of them are good to me... So in order to make a peace between them, I tried with all of my might to cast a spell on behalf of them. My master knows my intention. He asked me, "Are both of them really wanted to be reconciled?" I didn't know that actually my master was trying to hint something to me at that moment...

After several months, it looked like there is some result to my effort. Somehow two of them could meet under some complicated circumstances, and they make peace at last... Whether this occurrence is a coincidence, or is it the result of my spell casting I also didn't know... Or so I thought...

But the peace is only a temporary occurrence... Not so long after, two of them began to fight again... This time is even worse than the last... After observing them for a while and the situation couldn't get any better, I tried to cast a spell again...

So one day, I met with Tania. Out of nowhere, with anger upon her eyes, she said to me, "Do you know, somehow since this month, I often dream about Jeanny... Do you think she want to make peace with me?" And coincidently, it also starting that month I began to cast spell again... I just pretend I didn't know a thing about it and keep silence...

Another day, I met again with Tania, she still said that she often dreams about Jeanny... But then she also said angrily, "Even if she kneel down before me and apologize, I will never forgive her!" Even worse than the last time I met her... That moment I understand, no matter what I did, I couldn't make them reconciled through magic... And before everything get worse, I stopped casting spell... Even I stopped praying for their reconciliation...

And last, I understand what my master tried to hints me... If deep down in their heart, they didn't want to be reconciled, no magic in this world could grant them true peace like I wanted... The karma between them is too deep... Last I could do, I only pray for their own personal happiness... I already tired to meddle with others' problem anyway... Even if they are my family...

Liew’s note:

I was asked if I have dropped all of my magical practices. Well, the answer is yes and no.

The reason for ‘yes’ is same as the moral of the above story: you can’t change if people don’t want to be changed!

The reason for ‘no’ is that I have found that magic works in another way: if your way of living is what you enjoy most; then the magic will work wonder for you! If you don’t like your ways of living and wanted to change into another way that doesn't suit you; then no magic in this world can help you. This is my 30 years of experience with magic! Believe it my friends.

The Hitchhiker II: Motorcycle Vs Car (顺风车)

February 4, 2016, 9:28 am

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May I ask you?

“What is the difference between a motorcycle compare to a car in view of ghostly passengers?”

Still cannot get the joke?

“Well, a motorcycle can only carry one, but a car can carry many!”

If you still do not believe me, then below are two stories about ghostly hitchhikers, the first is mine and the later told to me by another taxi driver:

Story 1: Free Ride On Honda 70

When I first graduated from a technical college in Ipoh some 20 years ago, I got a job in Ipoh Industrial Estate as a project coordinator. I rented a house in a housing estate off the Perak state ministry of education. At that time, I couldn’t afford a car, so I bought a second-hand Honda 70 motorcycle as my transportation.

Every day I would need to pass through a small road between a secondary school and a Malay cemetery before turning into the Kuala Kangsar Road proper. Everything was just routines except that I didn’t like the feeling when passing through the cemetery in the midst of the night especially during raining when I was on night shift. Some intelligent folks would call pass mid-nightshift as ‘graveyard’ somehow…

Everything was okay until a few months after I started my work. The experience always happened at night when I returned from my nightshifts and on entering the road beside the cemetery. Just a few seconds after my bike entered the road, I could feel something or someone suddenly jumped onto my back or at times my shoulders. I could feel it because I could hear a ‘tub’ sound as if something suddenly landed onto the bike or my shoulder. At the same time, my shoulder or bike would suddenly feel heavy and I would instinctively swing my bike handle to balance off the load.

At first I thought I was sick as that was the feeling whenever I am coming down with flu until one night…

That was just any other night that my bike has just ‘taken load’ and I was trying to balance the motorcycle. Suddenly, Ahmed who was the factory technician suddenly drove past me and gave me a queer glance. After that he hinted me to stop by a coffee shop for a cup of tea. It wasn’t anything unusual as Ahmed and I used to go out for lunch.

A few minutes later, Ahmed stared at me for a while as I was sipping my tea. He finally broke silence:

“Do you believe in ghost?”

“Why do you ask this in the wee hours like this?”

Ahmed continued:

“Well. One just rode on your shoulder just now. I was following your bike about 20 feet away and there was a white object just at the entrance of the cemetery. It suddenly became elongated and veered towards your bike and finally landed onto your shoulder! It was lucky that you didn’t fall.”

Apparently Ahmed’s words was a little premature, a few days later, I fell from my bike and broke my limbs. Upon recovery, I resigned and left Ipoh.

Story 2: Free Ride On A Taxi

This is a story told to me by a former taxi driver named Lee now self made Feng Shui master.

Lee was a taxi driver used to ply between Ipoh and Taiping. Unlike other taxi drivers, Lee would bring his passengers to small and isolated locations between the towns. One evening, just a few days before the Chinese ghost month; Lee dropped a few passengers in Liman Kati, Kuala Kangsar. As when his taxi passed through a Chinese cemetery, an old lady stopped him at the entrance of the cemetery and asking for a ride. She wanted to go to Kuala Kangsar town and Lee agreed and the old lady hopped on.

After driving for a few hundred yards, an old man with two small children waved at Lee’s taxi. As usual, Lee stopped for the passengers. At this point, Lee thought that it would be too cramp for 4 people to sit at the back, so he invited one to sit beside the driver’s seat; all of them somehow declined. Though Lee felt strange, he didn’t insist.

So, Lee continued to drive and started to chat with his passengers. At first the conversations were pretty good but as the taxi exit the cemetery area, Lee found that he was talking to himself; whatever questions Lee threw to his passengers, no one responded.

After a while, Lee felt strange and he looked in his rear mirror. To his horror, there was no one there in the backseat!

Of course, I didn’t believe Lee’s story but choose to share it with you. Perhaps you too have similar experiences?

  

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How Much IOU? (欠债还钱)

February 6, 2016, 4:37 am

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In early 80s’ people in where I lived, Kuala Kangsar at that time and other small towns used to keep a small booklet indicating how much one owes a particular shop. My late dad has many those marked 555 small booklets indicating how much he owed the Hup Hua sundry shop, the Shell petrol station, the Ali coffee shop etc. In this way, people don’t need to bring plenty of cash to make a purchase. The total amount payable due is normally settled at the beginning of the month right after pay day. This system worked pretty well until fairly recently…

There were certainly many people who had broken this IOU trust but none is more bizarre than this one I am going to tell you:

There was a small coffee shop right at the corner of Talang Garden where I spent my younger days. I knew the shop owner, Ah Huat pretty well because his son was my classmate. As usual, Ah Huat gave his regular customers credits on what they consumed in his shop and the amount would be settled at the end of each month.

Amongst all the customers, there is an old customer whom Ah Huat called him Pakcik (uncle) and no one knows the Pakcik’s real name and where this Pakcik stays. All he knew was that this Pakcik will visit his coffee shop at about 9pm every Thursday night wearing white garment and a white hat to enjoy a cup of coffee-o (black coffee) and this Pakcik would just sat there alone in a corner for about half an hour or so before leaving.

On leaving Ah Huat’s coffee shop, the Pakcik would say to Ah Huat: “Hutang dulu.” (IOU first) And since the Pakcik only consumes a cup of black coffee every time he comes; Ah Huat didn’t pay much attention because some local gangsters also visited his shop for free meals too.

The Pakcik visited Ah Huat’s shop for about a year or so until one day, after the Pakcik had his usual cup of coffee, before he stepped out of the coffee shop; the Pakcik suddenly turned his head to Ah Huat and said:

“Tauke, berapa saya hutang?”

(Boss, how much IOU?)

Ah Huat said:

“$50 jadilah Pakcik.”

(Uncle you just give me $50.)

The Pakcik nodded his head and told Ah Huat:

“Boleh. Batu dua, Tanah Merah.”

(Okay. 2 miles off red soil)

It was indeed an odd instruction to Ah Huat but he didn’t question the Pakcik. On that day onwards, the Pakcik didn’t come to Ah Huat’s shop anymore. Ah Huat did ask many people concerning the ‘batu dua, tanah merah’ but no one can solve the riddle until one day a group of municipal workers excavated an old grave just opposite Ah Huat’s coffee shop. Someone shouted:

“Ada dua batu nisan lama!”

(Found two old tomb stones!)

Ah Huat was curious, so he approached the site and found there were two tomb stones wrapped in white cloths… and the soil was red! Ah Huat figured the mysterious Pakcik maybe the dweller of the tomb so he ventured to the place at night and asked for lucky numbers.

Indeed as he wished, he did get a lucky number and Ah Huat bet accordingly. Perhaps the luck was on Ah Huat’s side or perhaps the Pakcik did intend to pay his debt; Ah Huat won $50. Not a penny more and not a penny less.

The Pontianak That Likes Roti Canai (爱吃飞饼的女鬼)

February 6, 2016, 7:35 pm

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Can you imagine that not only human like roti canai and teh tarik, the spirits are crazy about them too!

Roti canai is a type of flatbread fond by many Malaysians and Singaporeans. However, my Hong Kong friends like to call roti canai as ‘flying bread’. Do you know that not only we, the human like roti canai; the spirits too are very much fond of roti canai too?

This is a story told by a retired hospital attendant who worked in Kuala Kangsar old hospital. The incident happened in late 70’s…

Separating the old hospital and a row of shops was Taiping Road. The row of shops consisted of a barber shop, a sundry shop, a Chinese restaurant and a Mamak restaurant. Normally other shops operated until 9pm at most but the Mamak restaurant opened for 24 hours. The main customers of this Mamak restaurant were the hospital staffs, patients, visitors and general public.

Needless to say that the Mamak restaurant was in good business; and customers were particularly fond of the restaurant’s roti canai and ‘teh tarik’ (pulled tea). Those two are Mamak restaurant’s super hot stuffs and they sell fast like hot pancakes. All went well until late one night…

In the 70’s, the old hospital especially the morgue area was surrounded by many tall trees and tualang trees were majority of them. Naturally no one dared to venture into areas around the morgue after dark and it was reputed to be haunted by a Pontianak (female vampire) which can be seen sitting on tualing tree branch staring at the full moon. Well, those believes was just urban legend.

It was said that late one rainy night when there were no customers in the restaurant, a lady in white came into the restaurant and ordered two pieces of roti canai and a packet of teh tarik. After the food and drink were delivered to her, she grabbed the food stuff and turned her back to leave the restaurant.

At this point, the restaurant casher yelled at the lady in white:

“Hey, miss! You have not paid yet!”

The lady ignored the casher and proceeded to walk away… The casher repeated the charge and at this point, she turned her back and said:

“Mast I pay? Heeeeee…”

While shrieking with sharpest and highest pitch, she suddenly rose a few feet above the ground and quickly glided in the air towards the morgue direction.

On seeing the scene, the panic stricken casher fainted onto the floor only to be revived by his fellow workers who heard the commotion and rushed out from the kitchen.

After the strange incident, the Mamak restaurant has seen a sharp decline in number of customers for no apparent reasons. After some time, the restaurant had to close shop for good due to bad business.

Strangely speaking, whoever took over the shop lot cannot survive for very long and the shop has seen changing hand many times until the whole row of shops was abandoned.

Passer-bys at night sworn that they could see faintly a white figure with long hairs wandering in the vicinity until the shops were demolished for good. No further sightings of lady in white were reported since the demolition work at last.

Of course, no one can be sure if it was the Pontianak who has caused the bankruptcy of the businesses; one thing can be certain that even spirits too like roti canai and teh tarik!

More info on Pontianak (if and only if you dare):

http://liewsp1-magicsea.blogspot.my/2014/02/ghost-of-difficult-labour.html

  

Nightmare During On Call (医院惊魂夜)

February 11, 2016, 10:04 am

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The good Dr Tan, Ah Kow (funeral guy) and I (deliverance service guy) are very unlikely trio but we were seen together due to our unique duties. No one likes to see when the three of us get together for:

The doc would say: “Let’s pull his/her tube off. He/she is a gonner.”

I would say: “Rest in please and go to the light” to the soul during deliverance service.

Ah Kow would say: “Let me arrange for the funeral service.”

The hero now would be good old Dr Tan who is a scientific minded person and he is a non-believer of ghosts and spooks and the like. Well, you can’t blame him for he needs to treat many life and death situations because if he believes in ghosts; then the doc would not be able to carry out his duties.

Having said so, Dr Tan does have his side of ‘not-so-real’ ghost stories to tell. Below is just one I heard recently. In Dr Tan’s own words:

You know the doctors need to be on call once for 24 hours every month. During that time they would need to stay in the hospital. If the docs feel tired, then there is a rest room specially set up for the doctors to have a short nap. That would not be a problem if there is only doc around, or if both docs are of the same gender.

This incident happened during one of my rounds a year back. I could remember that it just passed midnight and I felt very sleepy. So, I figured that I would be able to have a short rest in the doc’s rest room. But I only found that the room had been occupied by another lady doc. Having no choice, I diverted my attention to conference room but that room too was occupied by a group of hospital stuffs.

At this point, my eyes are getting heavier, I approached one of the staff nurse on duty, Jenny and asked her if I could have the vacated sickbed in her ward to rest. She said:

“Well, Dr Tan. You know there were three deaths in that particular sick bed? The first was old Uncle Roy, then Muthu and then Pak Ali… No one dares to sleep in the bed as strange things had happened to other patients occupying the bed…”

Frankly speaking, I wasn’t brave enough and ready to come face to face with dead souls in the dead of the night; I was just plain tired. So, I just grabbed a piece of white bed sheet and jumped into the so-called ‘haunted’ sickbed.

As soon as I pulled the bed sheet over my head, I fell into slumber and to be awoken by some conversation beside the sickbed:

“Uncle Roy, was that lustful doc sleeping in our bed right at the moment?”

Then another voice responded:

“Yes. He couldn’t keep his eyes away from my daughter when she visited me…”

Yet another voice came from no where

“You mean that stingy doc who still owed me my durian money before I kicked the bucket!?”

Then a collective voice saying:

“Let’s throw him out of our bed!”

At this instance, a force pulled my bed sheet away and three extremely pale faces appeared to be floating in the air above my face.

It was a shock of my life; I immediately jumped out from the sickbed and ran towards the doc’s designated resting room. When I broke open the door, the lady doc in the room suddenly startled and looked at me; I would only said these words:

“Please can I sleep with you for just one night?”

Well, I supposed you can figure the end of this story…

The Penang Ghost Rider (槟岛鬼骑士)

February 11, 2016, 7:01 pm

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Photo taken from intranet source to illustrate how mat rempits look like.

In Malaysia, an illegal street racer is known as a ‘mat rempit’. These illegal street racers normally choose to race on straight and clear roads at night. There are many roads fond by these illegal racers and one particular frequent road in Penang is the coastal highway just in front of Free Trade Zone 3. Well, the story is not about ‘mat rempits’ but a lesser known local ‘ghost rider’. For one thing, ghost rider is not sole proprietor of the western world you know.

As usual, the Penang coastal way is used by many users including the ‘invisible’ ones. One of these ghostly users who used to roam at night is what I dubbed as the ‘Honda cup ghost rider’. This Penang ghost rider is claimed to have roamed between Batu Maung to somewhere before Tesco. No one really sees the actual face of this local ghost rider for it always turned its back to its spectators. From the back, this ghost rider always rides on an old Honda cup 70cc, it is seen to have worn a windbreaker jacket and a Bermuda pants.

On another side, allow me to furnish some back ground of this coastal highway: This highway has seen many deadly road accidents over the years and it is not a surprised that many of these accidents are caused by ‘mat rempits’. Some of my technicians in a former factory had lost their lives in road accidents along this coastal high way. Amongst the victims was a couple who planned to get married but only one survived to tell his side of the story.

Let us just call this couple as Siful and Minah. Siful was a season mat rempit and he had participated in many road racings in Penang and Prai too. Normally Saiful would race just after his evening shift (somewhere after 9pm) during weekends when the traffic is less.

As the story goes, this was just another Saturday night after Saiful has knocked off from his shift. After a short supper, he rode on his 125cc Suzuki to fetch Minah to the usual starting point opposite the factory he worked in. There were already many mat rempits waiting. After a while, many spectators started to gather along the coastal high way and the race started at 10pm sharp.

Saiful was a season motorcycle racer and not surprised that he had taken the lead as soon as the race has started. Before he would raise his hands and pronounce his victory, Saiful suddenly saw an old Honda cup riding slowly in front of him. Saiful thought that he would quickly overtakes the old Honda cup and then takes a U-turn back to the starting point to claim his prize.

Surprisingly speaking, no matter how fast Saiful went; his Suzuki could never pass the slower Honda cup. Saiful persisted for a while and his Suzuki finally approached the Honda cup and as a sense of success rose in his heart, the Honda cup rider suddenly turned his head towards Saiful and there wasn’t anything under the windbreaker hood; it was just plain and hollow! Saiful panic and lost his balance.

At that point, Saiful was going at somewhere around 120km/hour and a slight off balance caused his bike to ram onto the wall of a flyover in front. Consequently Saiful was seriously hurt and Minah lost her life.

At a later date when I visited Saiful in the hospital, he told me this story. Some mat rempits who visited Saiful claimed that they have not seen any Honda cup around. What was there was Saiful speeding towards the dark empty road for no apparent reason.

It is said that the ghostly Penang ghost rider still roams that stretch of the road at night, but if you drive carefully; then it will not harm you.

Joggers From The Other Side (幽灵跑步者)

February 12, 2016, 5:50 am

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People visit a graveyard for some reasons. I normally visit graveyards to perform conjuration rituals or to look for a piece of Feng Shui land for a customer. My pal, Dr Tan however, visits graveyards to jog. He said he likes the quietness and serenity of the cemeteries… well; no one would rise from the graves to bug him for sure. Then and again, the good doc might be wrong…

I met Dr Tan one evening at the center of Farlim cemetery when he was standing under a huge banyan tree. After giving the good doc a cautionary shout, I approached him and we begun to chat:

Me: “Hey doc, what are you out here in the cemetery at this hour?”

Dr: “Oh, I like the quietness of this place especially under this huge tree. It is exceptionally cool out here with occasional breeze…”

Me: “Well, take care doc. This place is not-so-clean if you understood what I meant.”

Dr: “Hahaha! You are too superstitious! I am going to jog around the cemetery. See ye…”

I shrugged and walked towards the hill top which is the highest point in the cemetery as I was supposed to audit the Feng Shui of an old tomb. Ah Kow the funeral service proprietor was already there. From that point, we can survey the periphery and the landscape of the area… and Dr Tan was jogging encircling the cemetery.

Ah Kow and I were at the old tomb for about an hour or so and it was getting dark. So we decided to return home as the cemetery has no lighting and it would be difficult to move about after dark due to old graves scattering about.

As we were walking towards the exit, Dr Tan jogged passed. We customarily shouted at him:

“Hey doc, it is getting dark. Go back and come and jog another day!”

At this point, the good doc yelled back:

“I wanted to stop. THEY don’t let me!”

On hearing the reply, we ran towards Dr Tan and saw though he kept his pace jogging; his body language indicated that the doc was somehow being ‘escorted’ to run along by some invisible force.

So I shouted to Dr Tan again:

“If you want to stop, raise your right hand!”

And the doc did raise his right hand. At this point, I knew ‘something’ has prevented the doc from stopping. So without hesitation, I wrote the word ‘雷’ (Thunder) on my left palm and hold fist.

As soon as Dr Tan ran passed me, I stormed my left foot and opened my fist towards Dr. Tan and said: “Go!”

At this juncture, the doc suddenly dropped onto the ground panting.

We quickly approached Dr Tan and before we could open our mouths, the doc said:

“I was jogging minding my own business suddenly a group of joggers ran along with me and they sandwiched me in the middle. When I wanted to stop, people behind me propped my arms and I had to run along until you came…”

Ah Kow and I shrugged and smiled:

“Hey doc, perhaps you were just overworked and suffered heatstroke. There is no such thing as GHOSTS!”

Dr Tan looked bewildered and he murmured:

“Yes. I do need a break…”

Reflection In The Mirror (镜中的影像)

February 12, 2016, 7:52 pm

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Personally speaking, I don’t like mirrors because mirrors can reflect not only my oversized body but also things on the other sides. Some occultists say that mirrors are in fact doors to the spiritual realms. Also, in Feng Shui perspective, if a house has too many mirrors; then Yin energy would congregate and hence spirits too would come.

It is a fact that you don’t really need psychic eyes to see spirits in a room. What you need to do is to use a small mirror to scan around the four corners of the room. If you notice a flash of white shadow or light in the mirror, then chances are that there is a presence together with you. This exercise is best to be carried out during dawn or dusk when the room is neither too bright nor too dim.

Now the story I am about to tell you is a little scary and definitely not for the faint hearted for it implies the presence of evil entity. Most of my stories do not end with loosing life; but this one is just one of those out liars.

My friend, Mary’s mother just hung herself recently. She had a history of serious mental depression so Mary paid very much attention to her mom because mental depression sufferers would make things that would be out of our normal imaginations to hurt themselves. And Mary’s mom was just one of those more serious ones.

The story begins when Mary accidentally saw the reflection of a rope dangling from a beam from her late mom’s make up mirror. At first she thought her mom was to commit suicide so she rushed into her mom’s bedroom but there was no one there. Mary subsequently attributed the image was her hallucination and soon forgot about it.

A few weeks later, Mary saw her mom playing with a piece of rope in her bedroom and occasionally her mom would make a loop and put her head into the loop. On enquiry, her mom said that she was just fooling around and that she would not commit suicide for no reason.

Of course Mary didn’t buy the idea, so she hid all available ropes in her house and asked her maid to pay particular attention of her mom. Having all those precautions could not prevent mishaps from happening however.

One night, Mary’s mom somehow managed to get hold of a piece of rope and hang herself in the center of her bedroom. Her body was discovered by Mary’s maid in the morning. By then it was already too late to save the old lady’s life.

Parking onto the same issue, I had an old makeup table with a large mirror attached in my first house in Taiping. At times, I could see the reflection of a young lady combing her long hair and at times I could see her naked reflections in the bathroom from the mirror. Strangely speaking, those reflections never appear twice. Meaning I could only caught a glance of the reflection, and when I looked for a second time; there was nothing in the mirror.

Many years later, I was told that the former tenant of the room was a young social escort who had committed suicide after being jilted by her boyfriend. Anyway, I cannot be sure if the lady in the mirror was her restless soul then. Of course at that time I haven’t involved in magic as yet. So please take my word that mirrors are evil, don’t approach it without any business. Stay away from mirrors after you have done your business. You are warned…

Special Sates For Sepcial You (特制的沙嗲)

February 13, 2016, 1:09 am

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Delicious sates... but beware of their contents or eat them warm!

This story was famous many years ago right after the completion of the Gerik-Jeli Highway in early 80’s. The incident said to occur on a section of road exiting the highway heading to Jeli town, Kelantan.

Not long after the opening of the highway, someone setup a small stall selling sates. This stall only operates after dark and it was quite famous of that time as the sates sold were big, fat and juicy. Most of all, the sates were quite cheap for that time. So not long after the opening, it has attracted many customers far and near.

There is a set of strange rules by the stall owner however. I.e. anyone who wished to enjoy his cheap sates must consume the sates in situ and while the sates were still hot. Well, no one really objected to the rules since most of the customers were travelers and they have no intention to take away those sates too.

Having said that, one of the customers, Rizal had ordered a little too many sates at one time and he figured that it was a waste to discard those unconsumed sates on the table; furthermore he has paid for the sates. So, Rizal quietly tugged some sates inside a food container to bring back with him to enjoy later. After Rizal reached home, he put the sates in his fridge just to preserve them for further consumption since it was quite late and all his family members were sleeping.

The next morning, Rizal asked his wife, Rose to retrieve the sates from the fridge and to warm them up. As soon as Rose retrieved the food container and opened the cover, she shouted in fright and the container dropped onto the floor along with its contents.

Well, everyone rushed to Rose and only found dead frogs, worms and small snakes scattered onto the floor. At the same time, Rizal felt stomach ache and vomited out some stingy yellowish water and animal remains…

Consequently the duo was sent to the district hospital for treatment. The doc once suspected Rizal was being forced to consume those filthy stuffs for some reasons but no amount of explanations could make the doc believe it was just the ‘sates’...

After Rizal and Rose were finally being discharged from the hospital, they returned to the stall daytime but to find no traces of stall being built. The only thing they could find was an old grave located about 10 feet away.

No one sees the stall again at night since the incident. Perhaps the stall owner has discovered that someone has broken the taboo by taking away the sates? Or perhaps he has moved to elsewhere to continue his ‘business’…

So, just a word of caution when you consume those delicious sates…

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What Is That Thing Behind You? (背后的东东)

February 14, 2016, 6:14 am

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Nurses, for your own good, put on your hat please!

A nurse’s cap just like a police officer’s hat is believed to contain power to ward off spirits. People believe these items possess ‘royal aura’ (皇气) and it is precisely this ‘royal aura’ that the spirits are scared of. So, theoretically if a nurse keeps her hat during her duties, then there is absolutely no possibility for her to be possessed…

However, at times a nurse may have forgotten her hat especially during her night duties. As usual, life is always a little slack at night compared to day time and many nurses would prefer not to wear the nurse’s hat for convenience and Fiona is just one of those ladies.

That night was just as any other night and it was just passed midnight and Fiona was sitting at the nurse’s counter alone. There was practically nothing to do so she plugged off her nurse’s hat and leaned face down to get a short nap. After a while, Fiona felt that the environment was excessively chilling and cold breeze continued to blow at her right ear.

Reluctantly she opened her eyes and turned her head towards the direction of the breeze. She thought it was Dr Tan playing pranks on her. Well, this is not the first time the doc done such a trick on nurses taking naps. But there was not a single soul and the good doc was not in site.

Fiona looked at her watch and it was approaching 2 am, it was time for her to make her rounds. So she walked into Ward 3B. As Fiona was about to walk into the ward, one of her patient, Aunty Lim suddenly called Fiona:

“Who is the person in white following at your back, missy?”

Fiona stunned for a second and said:

“It is probably Ah Pek who likes to play pranks on people.”

“Oh I see…” Aunty Lim nodded and continued with her slumber.

After exiting Ward 3B, Fiona went into Ward 3C. As soon as her left foot just stepped over the brim of 3C entrance, the voice of Ah Pek was heard from his sickbed:

“Who are you bringing with you at your back, missy?”

Fiona said impatiently:

“Don’t talk nonsense! Who can I bring in the dead of the night?”

Ah Pek said:

“I saw there are two white shadows at your back!”

Fiona replied:

“They are just patients who returned from toilet!”

So Fiona completed her round after coming out from Ward 3G. As she walking towards the nurse’s station; Dr Tan was at her back and he shouted:

“Hey, Fiona! Who are those patients you bring into your ward!?”

Fiona turned her back, screamed out loud and fainted. At this point, the good doc said: “Hmm… I didn’t know that I was that ugly?”

Later, Fiona visited me and she said that she saw a group of people with very pale faces attached to her back when she turned her head. So I told her:

“Had you kept your nurse’s hat, you would have seen what you shouldn’t!” 

The Girl Who Continues To Jump Down (跳楼女)

February 14, 2016, 6:51 pm

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There was a spree of people falling to their death last year in Penang alone. There are many reasons why people wanted to jump down from a tall building:

·         They are jilted by their lovers

·         They are afraid of bad examination results

·         They are not themselves after consuming drugs

·         They are in great debt

·         They suffer from serious mental depression

·         …

Many people thought by jumping down the building, they can have a smooth death and a final rest in peace. However, in a Taoist’s stand point, both views are not true. As the theory goes:

“If a person committed suicide by jumping from height, his/her soul will not rest in peace and that his//her soul will continue his/her suicide action repeatedly until his/her actual lifespan is over.”

I am not sure how far the above theory is true, but I have the below story to share:

The incident happened in a high rise condo building at Yeap Chor Ee Road. A girl due to some reasons jumped down from her 50^th floor balcony and fell to her death a few years ago. Unfortunately speaking, she didn’t have a smooth death because her falling body collided with window edges, balcony railings and air-conditioning units underneath her apartment. That is to say that ‘there is a piece of her on every floor’. The unfortunate lady finally fell onto the roof of a car porch.

Needless to say that the suicide scene was pretty bloody and her blood and meat pieces tainted almost everyone under her apartment. My friend, Peter was one of the few ‘lucky’ ones. The poor girl’s head collided with the edge of his air-conditioning unit and her blood and brain juice even splashed into Peter’s bedroom. All in all, it was a pretty messy scene.

Since the incident, Peter thought he always saw the silhouette of a person fell from aloft through his bedroom window.  In addition, many tenants of the condo claim to have seen the silhouette of a girl lingers on the concrete car porch where her body lied lifelessly.

The most horrible incident Peter had was that as he was preparing his staffs’ yearly performance review, a shadow suddenly appeared at Peter’s bedroom window. This is exactly where the poor girl’s brain hit the air-conditioning unit.

As recalled by Peter later, it was the bloody face of a young girl who similed and waved her hand at him possibly gesturing Peter to jump from his window too. Peter immediately threw his pen that he was holding towards the figure and jumped into his bed; and covered his head with a piece of blanket.

Since the bloody encounter, Peter dare not open his bedroom window until he sold off his unit and moved elsewhere.

It is said the poor soul still haunts that particular condo. Perhaps she will continue her action for many years to come. This is a grim reminder for those who are thinking of committing suicide because ‘you never die once!’.

This Is How He Lost His New Girl (女友与老人)

February 15, 2016, 1:36 am

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My friend Mark took over an old pre-war mansion in Kuala Kangsar from his father and the reason he lost his new found girl friends also because of the mansion.

Some time ago, when Mark and his parents were still staying in the old mansion. One day he decided to bring his newly acquainted girl friend, Lisa to meet his parents. A dinner session was arranged and Mark’s mom prepared a lot of dishes to welcome the lady visitor.

All went well except that Mark thought his to-be girl friend acted strangely. The only point one could pick was that the lady visitor seems to be ‘attracted’ to certain object in the mansion. She would fix her stare at a corner, and at times; she would smile at thin air as if greeting someone.

After the dinner, perhaps the lady guest had asked something she shouldn’t:

“I know it is none of my business. Why is it that you have introduced everyone in the house except one old grandpa?”

Mark replied bewilderedly:

“What grand pa? The only old pa is my father who sat opposite you during the dinner!”

The lady immediately responded:

“Oh! I don’t mean your pa… But the old grandpa I meant was the one who was sitting beside me listening quietly to our conversations. No one served him any food and he just sat lonely beside the table…”

There was a silence from Mark as he tried to relate to a particular figure according the narrations of his would be girlfriend. Suddenly, the lady shouted in excitement and pointed her finger towards an old picture on the wall:

“Ah! This is the old pa I meant!!”

Again there was a long silent from Mark. Then his mother broke the silence and said:

“Oh! That was Mark’s late grandpa who died 10 years ago…”

After that, the lady never returned to the mansion.

The Birthday Of Heavenly Pa (天公诞)

February 16, 2016, 5:33 am

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The Origin:

The origin of the worship of heavenly pa is closely related to the history of the intrusion of Japanese ronin (浪人) against Chinese coastal provinces during Ming and Ching Dynasties (after 1500 AD).

At the end of one particular year, the ronin invaded Fujian (福建), other than those soldiers and civil defense forces that fight against the invading ronins; all villagers old and young ran into sugarcane field for refuge. They hid from the 1^st day until the 9^thday. When the military had finally defeated the ronins, everyone was allowed home to celebrate New Year.

In the remembrance of this survival history, the Fujian folks treated the 9^th day of Lunar New Year as the ‘birthday of heavenly pa’ (天公诞) in the appreciation of protection bestowed by this heavenly pa.

Thus, during this day, sumptuous offerings of foods are prepared to worship the heavenly pa. A pair of sugarcanes is a must signifying the gratitude of protection bestowed by those sugarcanes.

In fact, there is a local saying that goes:

天公大过年

The heavenly pa birthday is more important than the New Year.

A typical Malaysian style of worship session:

Before 12 midnight all food stuffs offerings are set. And right on 12, incense and candles are lit and auspicious prayers recited.

A pair of sugarcanes with heavenly money (天公钱) is secured on both sides of main gate.

The heavenly pa's uniform (天公衣).

The heavenly pa's seat (天公座)

Finally, after obtaining permission; the items are burnt signifying the heavenly pa has received all.

Finally, firework display sealed the celebration.

The Conjuration Of Clam & Mussel Fairy (蛤蚌仙子)

February 16, 2016, 10:01 pm

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This is my pair of cat's eye shell fed with rice and Jasmine tea leaves.

This is the yant used to give power to the fairy.

An artist impression of clam & mussel fairy (蛤蚌仙子).

This ritual is a Vietnamese ritual known as ‘Cau Nguyen To’ or otherwise ‘the clam and mussel fairy’. The main ingredient is a pair of cat’s eye shells that must be obtained by putting some cat’s eye shells into vinegar on full moon night; whichever pair shells that touches each other is deemed as ‘a pair’.

Once a pair of cat’s eye shells is obtained, they must be kept inside a small container together with some rice grains and Jasmine tea leaves. This container should be put on an altar and flower, water and incense should be offered to the clam and mussel fairy daily.

In addition, a talisman is burnt twice monthly to enhance the power of these cat’s eye shells. Now the ritual proper:

First prayer to supreme god and lineage:

Namo vo cuc, namo thai cuc, namo luong nghi, namo tu tuong,

Namo bat quai cang kham can chan ton ly khon doai,

Namo that thap nhi dien kim moc thuy hoa thovan chuyen

Namo ngoc hoang daide vo cuc thien ton

Namo dieu tri kim mau vo cuc thien ton

Namo tay Phuong phat to thich ca nhu lai

Namo to su chuan de bo tat

Namo phat me qan am bo tat

Namo hiep thien dai de quan thanh de quan

Namo chu tien chu thanh chu than thuong trung ha coi ho do cho de tu ten… tuoi… cau tam vi thanh to, thai thuong lao quan, thai at chan nhan, hien vi dai de ho do cho de tu

Namo a did a phat (3x)

Now take 3 bows.

Then say:

(So-and-so, age) beg tren tam vi thanh to thai thuong lao quan, thai at chan nhan, hien vi dai de chuyen than thong, quai linh, sac lenh, chuyen dao mau, chuyen phep linh cap ky cho de tut ho phep.

Now add the daily khata:

Ngu luc tri hom tri hon chinh via nyen uong thieng linh, chuyen phep linh thring yeu chang nang, than thong sac giang, dong lai tro nga cau laic au lai, y li me, a li me, a mac, a mac, a cap cap, a mac mac.

Add the below khata to bless someone:

Uyen uong thieng linh co doi co ban:

Ho chang ho… ten… tuoi… (man name, age)

Ho nang ho… ten… tuoi… (woman name, age)

Cau laic au lai, ylime, a li me, a mac, a mac, a cap, a cap, a mac mac.

Proponents believe that the power of this fairy can aid in love and good business.