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Illustrations: Wan Keui |
Posted by
Dolorosa on Sunday, December 23, 2001 - 04:01 AM PST
I can see that a lot of the most recent submissions are dream oriented, so I guess I'm just going with the flow...a despicable trait to be sure, but still. The weird thing is, I'm still not sure if this was a dream or just something bizarre that happened in real life, whatever that is...I don't know.
I've been having a pretty cruddy week, christmas blues and all that, which only complicates the normal swamp of depression and angst I usually swim around in. After a long miserable night, I went to the only place I could go to get the hell away from people...the Tombs in Okinawa are absoloutly beautiful, above ground shrines built in scenic parks, miles away from living eyes...idyllic in every sense of the word, save for that they're real. In any case...I went in, alone...they don't have guards, or gates...save for a small pair of shi-shi dogs at the entrance ways to keep the hungry ghosts in and the bad influences out.
I wasn't stoned, I wasn't drunk (for once) I was just weary...so I found a small shrine, sat ontop of it like the blasphemous american I am, laid back and stared up at the unfamiliar skies for what seemed like hours. Lonliness and depression do interesting things to ones stat of mind I guess...I ust kind of let it all go, wept, and took solace in the calm aura of a place devoted totally to those who have deserved and gained ultimate peace...made me kind of envious, but if I couldn't die right then and there, I could at least visit you know?
I'm not sure when she came...prolly around three in the morning by my guess. But I remember suddenly not being alone, a creepy ass feeling when your in a graveyard, a couple of you can probably attest to that.
A japanese woman was standing off to the side, carrying a small bowl and a stick of burning incense. I immediatly got off the tomb and began profusely apologizing...I may be a barbarian, but I try to be an apologetic barbarian. Throughout my apologies she just stared at me with this weird little smile...I didn't understand that, the one last time I had trespassed on someone's ancestors tomb which happened during the day, there was a huge scene...but she just waited until I finished.
I started getting really nervous and started making excuses to leave, and she just looked at me, and in the most unstiltingly perfect english, told me to stay. Of course I did, for a number of reasons...she was beautiful, she spoke english, I had wronged her horribly...and she was just, compelling.
I watched her place the bowl on an alcove on the shrine and pray for a little while...afterwards she asked me to sit with her on a nearby bench. I was kind of hazed out around there...it was some ferociously strange stuff going on...but I remember talking to her, asking as many questions as I could think of as to the rituals and prayers the people here offered to the dead.
We must have talked for hours, but the sun never rose...maybe it was only for a half hour or so...this all could have happened really really quick. But it was the end that bothered the hell out of me. She kissed me...
It was one of those long hungry kisses that leave you breathless for days, a stranger reaching into your soul through your lips, taking ahold of everything you are...and for a singe brief perfect moment, merging...then painfully, it stops...with the sudden finality of a mac truck slmming into you at a hundred miles an hour.
I didn't know what to say or do, I don't think I could have if I did. She just pulled back, said I wasn't like any of the americans who had come here before me and left me sitting there...breathless.
I'm going to the doctor later today, I haven't been able to catch my breath since, it's weird...the only way I can describe it is like the bouts of asthma my little sister used to ave when she was young. I just have trouble getting enough air. I can't run, a couple dozen push-ups hurt like hell and leave me weak and exhausted...I breath hard, and get less...it's driving me nuts, and making my head hurt. feels like theirs cotten in my lungs.
I wonder if I haven't picked up some sort of exotic okinawan std...but I found out something earlier today that really scared, and worse, intruiged me.
Okinawans, by nature of their rituals...never go into a graveyard at night....thats the only time shi-shi dogs don't work exactly right. It also explains why I only get caught there during the daylight hours, not even punks and troublemakers go there.
But I also found out about something called a Hsien-ko, from a buddy of mine...supposed to be one of the Wan Keui, asian demon thingies...related to the Kitsune Fox-woman...a woman that steals the breath, sort of a vampiric ghost...weird shit, I know...I don't fully believe it myself.
Regardless, I'm going to get checked out...then I'm going back to the graveyard... I'm pretty well versed in mythologies and the like, but I know someone out there is more so...I'd be grateful for any revelations...or maybe just somebody to tell me I'm having a stupid lame dream...it may not make me breath easier, but at least I could rest a bit better...
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Re: Wan Keui
by Maranda (saboneta@aol.com)
on Dec 24, 2001 - 07:35 AM
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Wow! Fascinating! A couple of things come to mind...
Every culture I'm aware of has a myth about creatures from a world beyond ours who try to ensnare humans into remaining with them. The Celts spoke of the Island of Women (Avalon) and Faeryland, the pagan Romans had the Eleusis Mysteries, and early Christianity made much of Jesus's visit from Satan while he was in the desert. In each case, there is something the human must not do in order to return from the other world. I don't know what the Okinawan version of this is, but I'm sure there is one. Perhaps you encountered the Asian version of a Shade.
Another thought: Where were you when you saw her? Were you awake and alert, or had you possibly drifted off and left your body? Astral travel is more common than you may think, and since you weren't seeing with your physical eyes,
creatures such as this woman may have been visible to you. And since the astral body helps to power the physical body, the actions you take while astral are "brought back" to your body when you return. Ask anyone who's ever "flown" in the astral and awakened with severe, unexplainable muscle cramps.
The shortness of breath could be telling you to quit smoking. Pot does damage the lungs, although not in the same way as cigarettes. Lay off for a while and see if anything improves.
And if you can, try drinking cold salt water while doing a cleansing meditation. That'll kick out the lingering astral effects. Always works for me.
Best of luck!
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Re: Wan Keui
by Devin (devin-at-vibechild-dot-com)
on Dec 28, 2001 - 02:53 AM
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Sound a lot like my recurring gothbabe dreams. 'Cept she doesn't just kiss me. She seems to show up when I'm doing something stupid and I know it, and she straightens me out. It always seems completely real, and we talk for a while, then she fucks me senseless to make sure I remember it when I wake up.
Sure beats a guardian angel
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Still Kickin'
by Dolorosa on Dec 28, 2001 - 02:37 PM
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Devin, I'd take that sort of dream anyday...sex is better than getting your soul sucked out through your lips...well, probably...
Talked to the doc, no asthma...says it's psychosomatic, which means it's all in my head. Makes sense I guess...maybe I did jump out of my body for awhile...crud, I think I'm just going to concentrate on my little cult.
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Re: Wan Keui
by Arthegarn on Dec 30, 2001 - 11:29 AM
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Mmmmmm. Curious. So you lose your soul to a Hsien-Ko and then have recurring dreams about Cthulhuan entities and decide to erect Anemone's Children's Church? I'd have you exorcised, just in case XD. Nah, serious, strange coincidence or something else?
I agree with the astral travel theory. Why don't you have someone hypnotize you to check for lost memories and details? It might give you a clue about what really happened (everyone should study hypnosis if you ask me). What about the dates? I'd like you to tell me when did you have that experience.
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Re: Wan Keui
by Dolorosa on Dec 30, 2001 - 05:27 PM
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Hypnotism dosn't work so great on me Mr. Arthegarn. Last time I went and had that done, bad headache...and then I was speaking in tongues or something, the woman doing it said it was residual past lives or something. I'm not too savvy with Astral lores...I stick to old school Whitechapel paranormal things. Things have been getting stranger and stranger for me lately...maybe an exorcism would prove, cathartic. Hell, it's worth a shot though ain't it?
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- Exorcism by Arthegarn on Jan 02, 2002 - 02:27 PM
- Re: Exorcism by Dolorosa on Jan 04, 2002 - 02:45 AM
- Dolorosa by Arthegarn on Jan 05, 2002 - 06:59 AM
- Yikes! by Dolorosa on Jan 05, 2002 - 09:52 AM
- Re: Dolorosa by Arthegarn on Jan 07, 2002 - 02:36 PM
Re: Wan Keui
by Ice_Age on Jan 02, 2002 - 11:33 AM
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I have a friend who, a couple of weeks ago, found blood on her pillow one morning, then suddenly became anaemic, stopped eating solids, got tired from doing pretty much anything, and all that stuff. We thought it was kind of funny, you know, spend god knows how long trying to dress, act, and look like a vampire and then you get bitten by one. Except it obviously wasn't, because that just doesn't happen, right. But still, y'know, kind of relevant...
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