mardi, juin 27, 2006

Do you believe in Ghosts?

My hubby freaks out whenever I start on my ramblings about ghosts. He is too Cartesian for his own good and is no fun for that. Instead of drinking lots, smoking pot and getting all stoned and stupid with his friends in a soirée, he would have done better doing what smart and interesting people do in Singapore - take turns telling ghost stories.

I miss the good clean fun we kids knew how to have back where I came from. Camp nights in school halls or public chalets often end up with a group of us sitting in a circle and exchanging ghost stories. They sometimes sent shivers up our spines and made us ultra-sensitive to our surroundings, but these stories helped boost our story-telling abilities, friendships and most important of all, helped perpetuate our beliefs and lores. Hours waiting for mom's hair to set at the hairdresser's also came to pass when everybody started exchanging such stories :-).

The stories could be first-hand accounts, or second-hand ones ("my mother once...") or beyond ("my mother said that someone told her..."). But nobody cared as long as they were good :-).

I started thinking about ghosts when my Colombian girlfriend took me aside yesterday to tell me that she had felt a presence in her house the night before. She was sleeping in her bed (her hubby was in another room) when she suddenly felt a cold hand creeping up her arm to her back and then pushing her head down really hard on her pillow. She awoke with a start but could neither move nor scream. It took quite a bit of struggling before she could finally call out to her hubby. He came rushing by, but of course they couldn't find anything.

I told her that I was surprised that as a fervent Catholic, she hadn't thought of inviting a priest to bless her flat before she moved in. Where I came from, whether you are Taoist, Buddhist or Christian, you usually prefer to have your dwelling blessed before you live in it. To different degrees, I think we all believe that we co-exist with the supernatural, only that usually we wouldn't be able to see them. You have to be born either with the "3rd Eye" or be a little unlucky to see spirits.

The one and only spirit that I have seen with my own eyes was in the 1st flat that I lived in with my family. I was a little girl then and slept with my parents on the same bed. I still remember the moment vividly. I was sleeping and felt a sudden presence near me. I opened my eyes and saw a big woman standing arms folded on the bed right over me. She was big and strong, but at the same time I could see through her to the windows behind...I had a moment of acute fear, but just turned over and went back to sleep.

Mom said that the block of flats where we lived in anyway was not very "clean". A nurse living a few doors along the corridor spent her evenings summoning spirits on her ouija board. Sometimes apparently the spirits she summoned refused to go away. I remember walking past some flats (usually dark with beams of red light) and feeling horrified because they contained altars filled to the bream with all kinds of Gods and Deities. Eerie...

Back to the idea that we co-exist with the supernatural, as a general rule as such, most if not all dwellings are haunted. But there should normally be no manifestations of any kind as spirits are said to fear humans 70% more than we fear them. So you usually have to be down on your luck to be able to see them; Or if the spirit wants you badly to see it; Or if you are a young child (you have a higher chance of seeing them); Or if you are born with the 3rd Eye.

Mom told me that when my grandmother died when she was still a teenager, they moved out of the flat and another family moved in. Later on, former neighbours told her that no Chinese or Christian family could stay in their former flat as it was badly haunted by my grandmother. Only an Indian Hindu family managed to stay in the flat finally without incident. Sets you thinking about how your religious beliefs could perhaps influence your interactions with the supernatural world.

She also told me how once a friend of my aunt's visited another friend's house and was puzzled when the hostess kept excusing herself (to nobody) when she was walking up or down the stairs. She later found out that the lady had the 3rd Eye (meaning she could see what we couldn't see all the time) and was aware that "another family" stayed in the house and decided that the polite thing to do was to co-exist peacefully with them.

My favourite remains the story of how a couple bought a new flat in Bukit Bartok (on land reclaimed from a cemetary) and would occasionally visit it when it was being renovated. One evening, they were in the lift of their block and 2 men rushed in just as the door was closing. Those men got off at the 5th story while the couple continued to the 9th. When they opened the door to their flat, they got the shock of their lives to find those 2 same men sitting in their living room! The wife fainted on the spot, the husband ran away. Malay neighbours later confirmed that they had seen the same men wandering in the block, but they were not afraid of them (which is why many keepers of cemetaries in Singapore are Malay).

Another story closer to us : Apparently patients of my dad's occasionally mentioned that they saw a little boy walking in and out of the only room in his clinic. But dad has never seen the boy himself :-).

One last story to close this post with. My paternal grandmother died in 1978 or thereabouts. The wake was held in my 3rd Uncle's terraced house. The coffin containing the body was displayed in the middle of the living room, with her picture in front of it. Visitors coming to pay their respects and the family staying to accompany the wake hung out in the front of the house just outside the living room.

I still remember the night it happened. I was sleeping on a mattress with a few other family members in the front of the house when we heard my grandmother's 2 dogs (locked up in a storeroom at the back of the house) howling and wailing. It was followed by crying, the sounds of grandma crying. It came from the area next to the coffin, where my 8th uncle (her youngest son and the only bachelor left at that time) sat sleeping on an armchair. Except that he was no longer sleeping, but was crying. We surrounded him and then he started talking (he looked like he was really suffering) - except that grandma's voice came out of his mouth :

"I want to see my sister." (5th grand-aunt came forward)

"You must all promise to take care of her...and see to it that Yau (the 8th Uncle) gets married..."

I can't really remember the rest, but this lasted quite a few minutes and I remember my aunt (her only daughter) and a few other uncles telling her that she should go in peace as she was causing much suffering to her youngest son by possessing his body. So she left and the uncle in question slumped down in fatigue, not knowing what had happened to him just a few minutes before. It was quite a sight.

As I was growing up, I went to a Methodist school, I became more and more secular, I studied and lived/live in the enlightened West. I should not believe that ghosts exist, nor want to. But my instinct, my upbringing, my few experiences and especially the synthesis of the education that I have received in the East and in the West, told me that I must not be quick to reject the unknown, the unexplainable. There is so very much we do not know about our own world, so much that Science alone is incapable of explaining today, that I prefer to keep an open mind about certain things.

I try not to live by superstition, but I will always remember fondly the many stories of ghosts, pontianaks and other spirits that I have grown up with. And going by them makes me all the more aware of and humbled by the enormity and impossibility of all-encompassing knowledge, and makes me less likely to mock peoples and cultures who live by what I do not believe in. It is true that I am oft hurt by my hubby's mockery, incredulity and air of superiority when I mentioned ghosts. He doesn't know what he was missing. But I do and that's what matters :-).

4 commentaires:

aubana a dit…

Reading this post got me remembering all the stories I know and tell to my high school friends. My dad is sometimees capable of having the "3rd eye". He can't see spirits all the time, but once and a while, he'll see them.
When I was a kid we lived in house that turned out to be haunted. We didn't know until after we moved in that a little boy was hit by a car in our driveway. I wasn't afraid cause I had no idea what was going on- I was only 4. But I heard all of the stories as I got older. One that happened continuously was that my oldest sister, who was 13 at the time, used to feel someone's hands touching her hair and her face at night. The one that gives me chills every time is an experience my dad had with the little boy.
One evening, my dad fell asleep on the sofa in the living room. After about an hour of sleep, he woke up to find a blurry looking, 10 year old boy standing in front of him. Automatically, my dad realised that it was the boy who was killed. But my dad is a christian man and wasn't frightened. He asked the boy tha the first question that came to his mind.
He asked, "Do you know Jesus?"
And the boy just nodded and walked down the hallway.
Another story he told me was about seeing 2 middle aged men in 70's suits in a public bathroom. They were discussing the great time they were having at a dance party.
Sometimes I wish I could have the 3rd eye or an experience something like this, then I thank God he won't let me.

Barbara a dit…

Ghosts--spirits. Yes, I, too, have had experiences with them--I, like a few in my family, was unlucky enough to be born with what you call the 3rd Eye--we call it the "second sight" or just "The Sight." It isn't always the blessing that some would take it to be....

People who have heard some of my stories have often said, "Oh, it would be wonderful to be able to experience what you do."

I always shake my head. It isn't all that wonderful, most of the time. Sometimes, it is, but often, it isn't so fun. In a lot of ways, it is like having an extra responsibility to the spirit world that others don't understand or recognize.

What I do find most interesting is seeing the cross-cultural differences and similarities in ghost stories....thanks for sharing!

last frontier a dit…

ok. that's new for me that you have those ghost stories in your life. i don't know what to think. i'm to much pragmatic and i do not believe in such things. it's like curses, i believe that you can only see or listen or suffer with "strange" things if you believe in them and if you're really afraid that they can happen. what about the bermudas triangle or loch ness monster ? if I was alone in a big and old house with all kinds of noises I could also start imagining strange things that are just a result of my fear.

Beau Lotus a dit…

Hi Barbara and Aubana!

Thanks for sharing your stories too.

I am certainly happy that I haven't the Sight, for people who do told me that it can be so very sad seeing the other world, especially the little children.

It is indeed interesting and reassuring to know that across cultures we could share similar beliefs or experiences. I would certainly love to hear more of them! Being surrounded by Cartesian folks the past few years has been diminishing my stock of stories :-(.

As for you Sergio, I have no doubt that in many ways, you see what you fear or believe in, whether they be ghosts or miracles :-).

There is no need to think too much about it though. Just keep a little corner of your mind for things that could not be explained now and maybe one day the illumination will come. Who knows?