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Monday, May 16, 2005

A PERSONAL EXPERIENCE

Back in 1999,right before i was to go off to UK for my studies, my parents brought me to a friend of theirs. This friend of theirs, a Mr. YK, supposedly had certain paranormal abilities that were bestowed upon him by a high-powered being (possible Deva) we will call No.1. Looking back, i cannot recall exactly what he looked like nor what ritual or ceremony i carried out but what i do recall is kneeling in front of an altar and having red paint smeared on my forehead and a jade amulet that i was to wear with me at all times. While this is pretty typical of any Chinese or Taoist blessing ceremony, the real experience didn't begin until the night of that very same day...

Having done my nightly cleanup and whatnot, i jumped into bed and began the gentle process of slumber. Now this is what i remember vividly...i was dreaming of dancing with a girl and twirling around on a dance floor when the dream image was literally sucked away. It was like someone grabbed an edge of the image and just dragged it to the side. What remained was an alert mind and complete wakefulness, but an inability to move, not even the smallest finger. Interestingly enough, i wasn't afraid nor was i panicked. I just laid there and thought "Hmm...now what?" I tried chanting the Ti-Sarana mentally but that didn't work so i just gave up and waited. About a minute later, i suddenly regained bodily control and sat up. Gathering what had happened in mind so that i could tell my dad tomorrow, i laid back down and drifted off to sleep without any further incident.

The next day, i reported the incident to my dad who promptly called YK and asked him about it. The answer came back in a mildly reprimanding tone "Don't worry about it,it was just to tell the boy not to take it lightly and to treat it with respect..." Well, i was guaranteed to respect the protection from then on, you can bet on that. It's been 6 years since that day and i still wear the amulet around my neck proudly despite finding a gold chain tacky. Mr YK has passed on from this world and the general opinion of my dad and I is that the protection has already worn off. Still, it is a good reminder for me that there are protective elements out there and the very presence of the jade against my chest heartens me slightly. May it add to my faith in the Triple Gem and guard me against ill influences, be they malign spirits, negative energies, or fatty acids and cholesterol.


Aaron blogged at 12:11 AM