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This is based on a real life story in Koosang Koosom Magazine, by Tipsord, written in Thai Language, translated by Ginger.
I’m going to take you back to the year 2540 (1997), my mom was diagnosed with Leukemia (blood cancer) and passed away peacefully on May 12, which was the first day of a new semester; I was in the second grade at the time.
When I got home from school, I saw a coffin in the driveway, I was in state of shock but since I was just a kid, I can’t remember if I was sad, the only thing on my mind at the time was having fun and playing with my friends. My aunt then took my brother and I to my mom’s room to pay our final respect by ‘grarp’, which I bowed on my knees and placed my hands together into an upside down Y and placed them by her feet.
At that moment,…it hit me, I feel that my mom is no longer with us; I sneaked off to cry by myself.
The first day, the funeral service was held at our house, my aunt ‘ni mon’ (invited) the monks to perform chanting ceremony. That night I dreamed of my mom, she came to see me and was crying. I recalled that in my dream she spoke to me, “come and let mom hug you.” But I was so afraid that in my dream, I ran away.
The next morning, I told this to my grandmother, she said that my mom must have been worried about me and that is why she came to visit.
The second day, we moved my mom’s casket to Wat (Buddhist Temple) and we had an open casket ceremony where we were allowed to wash her face with coconut juice (it is a traditionally belief that coconut juice is a purify water and a custom to use coconut juice to wash the face of the dead)
Since the Wat (Temple) didn’t have an icebox, to solve the problem, we brought in some ice cubes to place inside the casket (each piece is quiet big and heavy, not like small ice cubes that we often use with drinks.) The undertaker carefully loaded the ice cubes into the casket, as he was about to finish loading the last piece, he accidentally dropped it on my mom’s shoulder. The only persons that witnessed this were the undertaker and his helper, my aunt, and I.
That evening, another one of my aunts told us that she took an afternoon nap and dreamed that my mom came to visit her and said, “My shoulder hurt.” My aunt and I then walked over to my mom’s casket, lifted her sleeve to see her shoulder, we were shocked to see the bruised where the ice had fell on her, we looked at one another and didn’t say a word.
My mom’s funeral service finally came to a closing, and then strange things started to happen…
Several weeks back, I had a visitor at work; I was the first to have spotted the Luna Moth near the entrance of my work place, Luna Moth from Latin meaning moon, a large mostly pale green American saturniid moth with long tails on the hind wings. It’s rare and I was fortunate enough to have seen one. One of my friends told me that it’s believed that your passed loved one has come to visit you, I often wonder how true this is.
Mother’s Day is around the corner, for some of us, they are no longer with us physically but will always be with us spiritually. It is very difficult for our family during this time of the year; this is the second Mother’s Day without our mom. We often buy plants or flowers for our mom during Mother’s Day, some of my sisters are still doing this. My younger sister bought a Chinese pear tree for her this year, I bought one before her passing, she wanted to plant one so that her grandchildren can enjoy the fruits, my younger sister was afraid that it might not bear fruits because this type of fruit tree needs two to cross pollinate, my dad planted the tree last weekend.
My third sister’s husband that lives in NYC bought roses for my mom last weekend for Mother’s day, my mom loved roses. My sister placed the vase in her bedroom and came back out to the living room, to her surprise; she found a clipped rose on the floor. This puzzled her because she arranged those roses herself; she went back to check on the roses and sure enough, one was clipped off from the vase. She asked her husband and he didn’t do it, and her little girl that is a year old was asleep at the time. We all believed that it was my mom trying to communicate to my sister, to tell her that she received her flower, thank you for her Mother’s Day gift.
This is based on a real life story in Koosang Koosom Magazine, by Komsuk Pravitoun, Chiang Rai, written in Thai Language, translated by Ginger.
Photo by Vincent Tan at Flickr
Around 1996 (Thai year: 2539), I had a chance to visit my friend that works at Thum Luang, also known as Big Cave, which is situated in Chiang Rai Province of Thailand. It is a tourist attraction place where there are educators, cave experts, and tourists that visit on a regular basis. It is surrounded by mountains, and at the foothills are about 6 natural caves, and one of them is Thum Luang (Big Cave).
My friend told me that at one time, there were educators and foreign cave experts that were there examining the caves and got lost, they were in there for 5 days and couldn’t find their way out. When they finally came out, some said that the distance in the cave is as long as 20 kilometers (approximately 12 miles.)
That afternoon, I drove to the cave conservancy place, as I was driving there, I thought it was rather odd that I didn’t meet any traffic coming the other way, I was expecting to see at least one, or two tourist vehicles passing me, but there were none. I drove up to where my friend works, Lek and his wife came to greet me and the 3 of us were very closed since we’ve known each other for a long time, I bluntly asked him,
“Hey Lek! Is this the place of Buddha Shrine or what? Why is it so quite?”
Lek said that the other workers just went home, so there were only him and his wife left. There was a sense of solemness in the atmosphere, it was very quiet, almost dead silent, Lek took me over to Thum Luang (Big Cave) area. The mouth of the cave is very steep; it was cold, damped, and was pitch dark inside the cave. I could see bats flying back and forth. Lek switched on his flashlight, and leads the way into the cave. I was not afraid of bats, but more afraid of the snake or cave critters crawlers because I don’t get a long with them very well, and after walking about 20 meters into the cave, I asked Lek to come back out, I felt uneasy being inside the cave.
Lek lives behind his work place in a row house that has about 10 rooms, and it is situated along the foothills. Lek and his wife occupy the first room, then some of the remaining rooms were used to house work equipments.
After dinner, we sat and talked until 9 pm, and then I excused myself to my cabin that Lek has prepared for me, which is on the right hand side of his work place, and situated about 50 meters from Thum Luang (Big Cave).
It has been a long day for me, with all the driving, and cave touring, I was worn out by the time I got to my room. In the still of the night, the only sound that I could hear was the sound of the crickets, occasionally I would hear the sound of Nok Sack, which we often referred to it as the ghost bird, and it was flying back and forth. I laid down on the rice bed on the floor, I’m not sure how long time has lapsed but I was awaken from a sound sleep by the noise outside, it was as if someone or something was walking, no, more like dragging feet outside. I reached for my gun that I placed under my pillow before I went to bed, slowly I got up and looked through the curtain to see if there was any moving shadow outside, to see what it was, there were lights from a distance coming from Lek’s work place, and some from the moonlight.
I didn’t see anything out of the ordinary, and the noise of feet dragging had also died down. I went back to sleep, but before I drift off to sleep, I heard the Mahori song.
- Lao Damnern Sai
I lay very still and listened. I thought to myself, this is a forestry area and far from any village and I was sure that there is not any special event in the area. I listened to see which direction it was coming from, and was positive that it came from the direction of Thum Luang (Big Cave).
I wrote a post on Different Types Of Prays And Rituals To The Ghost back in March 2007, when I was having a lot of problems posting my post, especially the posts on ghost story. Crazy as this may sound, I had to pray to the ghost spirits asking for permission before translating and writing each post, and even went to the extreme of thinking about performing a spirit dance as I recalled whilst living in Thailand that people would dance naked for the ghost, Issan people would dance and sing for the ghost, and the Thai southerners would perform a Nora Rong Khru Chao Ban Ritual, which Nora is a performance tradition of dance, drama, and ritual for the ghost. But luckily, I didn’t have to do any of that because the root of the problem was a glitch in the software and the WordPress technician was able to fix my problems.
Dancing to the Spirits is a ritual that people would perform to satisfy the ghost if their wishes were granted. At first glance this dance might appear simple and very easy to perform but don’t be deceived because you actually have to know the moves such as hands and fingers gestures, as the rhythm of Thai tradition music is not something that you can just move your body around anyway you want.
Below are videos of spirit dance and there is an actually profession in Thailand, where a professional dancer would perform a dance ritual for the spirits, assuming that you had asked the ghost for something and your wishes were granted, and instead of performing the dance yourself, you’d hire one of these professional dancers to dance for you. Of course, if you learn the moves, you might be able to perform the dance ritual to the spirits yourself. What kind of wish would people ask from the ghost you might wonder, I believed the number one wish is to win the lottery.
- Thai Spirit Dance
This is based on a real life story in Koosang Koosom Magazine, by Panida written in Thai Language, translated by Ginger.
At the beginning of 1995 (Thai year 2538 ) I moved out from the dorm at Soi Ornnuit 61, and moved into an apartment with my friend, which I knew her for several months from the University (Soi Phetburi 5.) When she first asked me to roommate with her, I wasn’t sure because the rent for this new place was extremely high, for me anyway because it was almost 5,000 baht monthly, and this didn’t include the water and electricity.
Even though the old place was a bit far from my work place but the rent was a lot cheaper, almost half. My friend finally persuaded me to move; of course, it would be more convenient for me because it was closer to my work place, it would also save me time and transportation fare. Also if I ever needed her help, she’d be there for me, come to think of it, she really wanted me to move in with her.
I later discovered that she wanted me to roommate because she couldn’t afford the rent by herself. She did not intend to stay there long, plus she knew people that lived at that apartment, and this was a perfect location for her to meet with her many acquaintances or clients because it seems that she knew everyone on the Soi (block.)
Our apartment was on the 6th floor and it was an ordinary room. The upper floors were a bit more upscale that some rooms came with furniture and air-conditioned. A few days after I settled in, I went to a nearby beauty salon to get my hair done; one of the ladies that worked there saw that I was new, and asked if I lived nearby. I told her the name of the apartment and that I moved in 3 days ago.
This is part 1/10, total of 10 parts uploaded by kobkomsleep, to read about Nang Nak Phrakhanong legend click here.
Great review of the movie Ghost of Mae Nak 2005 by Zomboscloset
As much as I love ghost story, this song, winyarn (spirit) is a bit frightening for me to listen to, hear it for yourself.
Winyarn: This is a spiritual world, the spirits that still have worried…they refuse to leave. Still lingering, hanging around us …many are still very upset with human, with so much anger, revengeful toward people, including YOU…have you ever feel, when you’re alone it seems as if someone is watching you…that is, in dead silence, do you ever feel chills run down your spine, have you ever heard something, even when you’re by yourself. Listen…Can you hear it?
The windows and doors, did you lock them? How did they get in? The smell of rotten flesh, smell of corps, the voices of the spirit…what are they saying? Listen…Can you hear it?
(Boo! I’ve had goose bumps listening and translating this song)
This song made me think of this Thai horror film, The Shutter (2004): A young photographer Thun and his girlfriend Jane discover mysterious shadows in their photographs after fleeing the sceen of an accident. As they investigate the phenomenon, they find other photographs contain similar supernatural images, that Thun’s best friends are being haunted as well, and Jane discovers that her boyfriend has not told her everything. It soon becomes clear that you can not escape your past. Written by Cleon. Click here to watch all parts of The Shutter, uploaded by tao7671 at YouTube.
The movie is somewhat scary to me, but it has English subtitles if your Thai is not that good or you don’t understand Thai language. According to Darly’s post Ananda Everingham, the actor, Ananda Matthew Everingham is the son of an Australian father, Bangkok-based photojournalist John Everingham, and a Laotian mother, Keo Sirisomphone. The quality of the film is excellent.
- The Promise by Within Temptation
This is based on a real life story in Koosang Koosom Magazine, by Bounsee written in Thai Language, translated by Ginger.
I’m originally from the northern region of Thailand, and the ghost story that I’m about to tell you is the story of my first cousin but first let me tell you about the tradition in our region. In our village, if there were death in the family, especially if it was the husband or the wife, then the elder of the village would perform a ceremony called ‘Kao Torg Dork Mai’ (rice and flower) immediately.
I once asked my grandmother as to why we have to perform this ceremony, and she explained that it’s a ceremony to separate the two, sort of like a spiritual divorce, because the one who died would live in a spiritual world as a ghost, and the other one is still living. If we don’t perform the ceremony then it is believed that the deceased spouse will come to take the living spouse to go live with him/her, which means if the husband dies first, then he’ll come and take his wife to live with him in the spiritual world. This is the belief in our region, which at first I was very skeptical about the whole idea until I saw it with my own eyes, it happened to my first cousin…this has made me a believer.
Ghing was my first cousin, she only completed middle school (mor 3,) and chose not to continue with her studying because she had a boyfriend living in the same village, his name was Chay, and if she decided to continue with her study, then she would have to leave home which would be quiet a distance from her boyfriend. Because she loved him, therefore had decided to forgo her education, which upset her parents tremendously because she was the only child. Ghing was determined to marry Chay, and her parents finally had to give in because they didn’t want to upset her. They knew he was not a good person, he liked to hang out at bars, and had many female friends that stayed with him often, and Ghing was aware of these situations and said that once they get married, then he will change and become a better person.
And after they got married, amazingly he did become a better person. The two were in love, I heard Ghing and Chay promised to one another before they got married that ‘If one was to die before the other, then s/he will come back to take the other to live with him/her.’
This was based on a real life story in Koosang Koosom Magazine, by P. Jareunruck, written in Thai Language, translated by Ginger.
Virun and I were best friend as long as I could remember; we lived in the same village. After we completed the 4th grade, I continued my study in town and had to commute daily which was about 4 kilometers (approx. 2.50 miles), but Virun didn’t continue his study because he was the oldest son, and had to help his parents to make a living. We were buddies, so we were seen together all the time, you can say that we were two peas in a pod (Thai people called it ‘a corpse (ghost) and a casket’, very odd saying).
I completed my study in town, moved to Bangkok to further my education, and had to work to support myself, so I didn’t get to see Virun as often. During my first year away from home, I had 10 days of vacation time so I went back home to visit and at the time we were both young men so we got to hang out late. But we were country folks…so there was not a whole lot to do, mostly hanging out at the Wat festival (Buddhist temple festival) but we had loads of fun.
Two days prior to me heading back to Bangkok, I noticed that Virun was very quiet, as if he was deep in his own thoughts and answered my questions word for word. Then he finally said, “I’m tired of life…the next time that you come back to visit, I might not be here.” I then protested, “Hey, don’t say that, if I won’t see you, where will you go?” He didn’t answer but gave me a smile. I thought nothing of it and headed back to Bangkok.
Three months had gone by that I didn’t get a chance to visit; normally I would visit my parents every month. That day, I felt strange, somewhat restless and I wanted to go visit my folks back home, which I’ve never recalled feeling this way before. I decided to catch the next bus and by the time I got to the village, it was late at night.
I got off the bus that runs from Bangkok-Nakornprathom at a stop in front of Wat Thumsala (Buddhist Temple) around 9 pm, it was a bit eerie when I had to walk passed Wat (Temple) and the cemetery since my house was behind the temple (approximately .62 miles from the temple.) Well, needless for me to describe the scenery, but picture the dark sky, soft breeze that’s blowing the leaves…I took a deep breath and continued to walk briskly.
This was based on a real life story in Koosang Koosom Magazine, by Nye Thoy, written in Thai Language, translated by Ginger.
Guon, one of my friends from Bangkok called and said that he was flying to Chiang Rai, arriving in the morning and asked if I would meet up with him to play a game of golf that afternoon. I told him Chiang Rai would be a good place for us to meet, and then we could do another round at Chiang Mai the next day, and stay there for one night before heading back to Bangkok. I agreed to meet him because it was a long weekend.
I left Lum Pang that afternoon and it took me about 3 hours to get there, we met and there were other friends there as well, they played golf and I went site seeing until late that evening, and met them back at the hotel to have dinner. I hung out with them until 10 pm, Guon asked if I would stay with him, I didn’t want to because there was no vacancy and I refused to sleep in the same room as him, which meant sleeping on the floor for me, and his snoring was as loud as the rice mill, I wouldn’t be able to sleep, so I decided to head on to Chiang Mai, which would take about 2 hours drive.
I didn’t drink that night, I’m the type ‘if you are drunk, don’t drive’ because I’m afraid to die at a young age or worse, handicap…I still want to live and enjoy life. My friends told me to drive safely.
I left Chiang Rai and headed toward Chiang Mai, it started to rain and by the time I got to a town called Vung Nur, it was pouring and very difficult for me to see but luckily there were not that many cars on the road. I passed a town, but it was dark, and also passed a police booth, I then turned left at the intersection and drove for about 10 minutes, it was pitched dark on both sides of the road, mostly trees that I could tell, no housing in sight, I thought I might have gotten lost, but then I saw some lights ahead, so I slowed down.
There are two (almost) identical pictures that will appear on the screen. Almost 8,000 people were tested to see if they could find the 3 differences in the two pictures and only 19 found all 3. See how observant you are. If you find all 3, you’re one of very few. People who are able to do this are said to be very rare and they contain extraordinary brain functions beyond the “Norm”. I was only able to find one, Good Luck!
This was based on a real life story in Koosang Koosom Magazine, by Pheakthongthah Andy, written in Thai Language, translated by Ginger.
It all started at the end of the summer one year, when some of my colleagues (flight attendants) that I often work with had some vacation time left, about 10 of us, so we decided to go to Koh Kood for our vacation, and we stayed at one of the bungalows on the island.
Koh Kood is the fourth largest island in Thailand; it is the closest island to the Cambodia border in Trat province, approximately 330 km southeast from Bangkok and doesn’t belong to the Mu Koh Chang National Park anymore.
Since we want to travel as most tourists do, we decided to take a shuttle bus, we left Bangkok in the afternoon heading toward Trad, then took Song Tail (local car pool) to the pier, from there we traveled by boat to get to Koh Kood, and by the time we got there, it was late in the evening; we were tired; you’d say that we practically had to crawl up to our room.
After we settled down, freshen up, and ate our evening meal, we’re energized, and decided to walk around the island. Our bungalow looked somewhat typical, old fashion that you’d normally see at most islands in Thailand. The bungalows were raised a bit, and have wood siding, with windows in all directions that show beautiful view of the beach and ocean. The one that we stayed was oceanfront, the view of the ocean and the blue sky blended in with the light blue color of the bungalow.
The backside of the bungalow was a small mountain with all kinds of plants and small shrubs growing everywhere. I’d hear strange sounds coming from that direction, I imagined that there’d be plenty of wild animals, but there was one sound that gave me chills and goose bumps, mixed feelings of fear and disgust and that was Tokay lizards (Gekko Gecko); I’d hear them squawking outside the room.
Melinda Gordon just got married; during the dinner she sees something being drawn on the window and she knows it’s a ghost. But for the first time, the ghost comes inside her house and that unsettles her. Despite being afraid, she tries to help him reunite with his family and pass along the message he needs her to say.
Bangkok’s Dr. Death, a forensic pathologist Dr. Porntip Rojansunan, who is waging a one-woman war against Thailand’s notoriously corrupt and trigger-happy police. She estimates that police lie or tamper with the evidence in 60% of the deaths she investigates. Some police officers have attempted to silence her through court action.
Porntip’s stand against the authorities is transforming her into a people’s champion. She’s mobbed in public, asked for autographs, invited onto TV chat shows, a law and order pop star who quite literally dresses the part. Her eclectic fashion sense is more 1980’s punk night clubber than sober- suited investigator. Her unforgettable wardrobe manages to both annoy the police and delight her growing army of fans.
Since she works with corpse’s day in day out, you’d have thought that she might be able to communicate with ghost spirits, but somehow they must be afraid of her, might be because of her cool looks. Regardless, they still communicate in some fashion, the stories that she’s telling below clearly indicate that there’s something there that we can’t deny of its existence, and the means of communication is through dream, and sometimes through meditation, which ever they choose, they’re communicating with us.
This is based on a real life story in Koosang Koosom Magazine, told by Dorkmai of Pichit written in Thai Language, translated by Ginger.
I’m from Phichit Province of Thailand, but I had to commute to study at Nakhon Sawan Rajabhat University daily, including Saturday and Sunday and it was beginning to take its toll on me. I have a cousin that I often refer to him as my brother, who lives in Nakhon Sawan. He feels sorry for me that I had to get up at 4 in the morning, and had to commute by train from Phichit-Nakhon Sawan daily, since he has several houses in the area, and one happens to be vacant at the time, so he offered for me to stay in town. My brother is somewhat wealthy, therefore purchased several homes in the area as investments.
He lets me stay there but I had to help take care of the house and live with his children, but it’s seldom that my niece and nephew would come and stay. Since their parents live right in town, they’d often go and stay with their parents, so most of the time it’s just me by myself, I live there as if I were the owner of the house.
In the past, this parcel of land used to be an old pond, the original owner sold it to my brother dirt-cheap and that was one of the reasons that he purchased, hoping that he’d be able to sell it at a profit in the near future, which looks like it’s going to be that way. There’s an Asia Road that cut right near the land and the area is one of Nakhon Sawan fastest growing business areas, very close to town and the house is gorgeous, which doesn’t look scary at all, besides I get to live here free.
Continued from Part II
This is a translated article from Koosang Koosom Magazine, written by Manop Keosanith written in Thai Language, translated by Ginger.
I’ve mentioned in part I that Goumonthong (golden boy or baby ghost) was a powerful being, and the most well known one was from the Thai legend of ‘Koun Changh Koun Panh’
….as the story goes, after Koun Panh (aka, Prie Keo) and Nang Boukrey, the daughter of Mernharn, became husband and wife, and shortly after that, she became pregnant. One day, Mernharn got upset with Koun Panh, his son in-law; therefore plotted to kill him by letting Nang Boukrey to put poison substance in his food. Luckily that Koun Panh has Hoong Pri (ghost spirit), and it warned him that his wife was trying to poison him, and not for him to eat her food, therefore saved his life. This outraged Koun Panh, he then seek revenged by plotting to kill his wife for her baby so he could make it into Goumonthong (golden boy or ghost baby.)
Before killing her, he had to ask his wife for her baby; this’s according to the instruction and guideline of how to make Goumonthong that the Goumon (dead baby) has to be given by both parents. Since Koun Panh was the father, all he needed was for the mother to give him her baby. So he asked her everyday for her baby. She thought it was rather strange because he was the father, why would he need to ask her for his own baby.
This is a translated article from Koosang Koosom Magazine, written by Manop Keosanith written in Thai Language, translated by Ginger.
Those were the good old days, having faith or believing in Lok Grok (Lok Lort in Lao) was very common, but it’s rare in this day and age, but still exists. If you’re interested in seeing one, it’d be very difficult to find, not like back then where it’d be in many homes in the village. Today, you might even find yourself looking at animal Lok Grok, such as dog or cat that aren’t as powerful as human, but at least it’s still Lok Grok, I think by having one, you have nothing to lose.
Information provided about Lok Grok came from the central region of Thailand, whist Professor Prakhong Nimmanmirn has recorded in the year 2542 (1999) that,
“Lok Grok is an item that is being used by means of black magic, it’s made out of full term human baby, fully developed, but is extremely small in size (neonatal baby), and is deceased after birth and often times, both mother and baby died during the birthing process, this is what it’s called Lok Grok.
The mother or owner would then take this Lok Grok and sprinkle it with Ka Minh power (drying agent) that is golden yellowish in color to preserve the Lok Grok and it’s part of a drying process. This Lok Grok is then placed in a sacred location, whist the owner can worship and it’s believed that Lok Grok will bring them luck and prosperity. If by chance, there’s any bad omen or luck drawn near, then Lok Grok will tell or warn the owner in advance.”
This is a translated article from Koosang Koosom Magazine, written by Manop Keosanith written in Thai Language, translated by Ginger.
Goumonthong, or baby ghost spirit has been around for centuries, it is known as a sacred spiritual being and a valuable asset for those that own one, and can be greatly beneficial to the owner. It is one of the baby ghosts that has special power; the most well known one was from the Thai legend of ‘Koun Changh Koun Panh’ that Goumonthong was one of the most powerful items that Koun Panh own, beside his sword and grayish horse.
Truth is, there is another type of baby ghost that is well known in Thai (Lao) as Goumonthong, and that is Lok Grok (Lok Lort in Lao language.) I’m going to take this opportunity to explain about Lok Grok before talking about Goumonthong, that way it’d be easier to understand the story.
Back in the olden days, Thai (Lao) people believe, which you might call it having faith in something, and that is Lok Grok. Lok Grok is actually a stillborn baby, very small in size and it seems that not all the organs are fully formed. Thai (Lao) people believe that whom ever take this stillborn baby, and care for by means of black magic in the spiritual form, then Lok Grok will help them in many ways, such as helping to protect the owner and will warn him if dangers were near, and would also bring many fortunes in various ways.
Have you ever seen strange people, they’d appear all of a sudden and out of nowhere, pass you by, but when you’d look back, there’s no one there. Sometimes you had to do a double take because they might be staring right at you, but at the blink of an eye, there’s no one there, then you start to question yourself if you’re seeing things. This happened to my second sister, it was less than 2 weeks prior to my mom passing; until this day, we still couldn’t figure out what had happened or who that person was.
It was early in the morning of December 2006, 2 days after Christmas so most of my mom’s visitors that came from out of state had gone home, and my oldest sister took the last guest to the airport. My second and youngest sisters were home with my mom, and my nephew was taking a nap in the den. My second sister was the closest to my mom because she lives with my parents and helped taking care of my mom until the end; it wouldn’t surprise me one bit if my mom was (is) worried about her. I took my dad to the doctor that morning, so we both weren’t there, and missed everything.
My second sister helped my mom with her breakfast and gave her medication as usual. My mom was at her last stage of liver cancer, so there’s little that she could do for herself, even with little physical activity such as eating or sitting up seemed to drain all her energy. At this point, my mom couldn’t walk, and toward the end, she spent more and more hours sleeping which Kathy, her hospice nurse told us that it was normal for her illness.
This is based on a real life story in Koosang Koosom Magazine, told by Nye Pran Kao written in Thai Language, translated by Ginger.
Continued from Part I
Pran Thou continued in telling the story, ‘My dad said that the tiger that ate countless human, can turn into Sair Saming, which would not come out and hunt during the day time because the sunlight will impair their vision, so they only hunt at night. They ‘d hide themselves in bushes or caves and sleep during the daytime in the deepest part of the forest. If you ever have the need to go into these area, then it ‘d be best to leave early in the morning, you’d get there by noon, then cut your firewood or what not and be done by 3 pm, this’s the best way to avoid from coming face-to-face with Siar Saming.
That day, my dad and I headed toward the jungle early in the morning, which my mom decided to stay home with my dog, Ai Nin. We finally came to the riverbank right on schedule; it was almost noontime.
When we got there, my dad cut some big branches and made a tree-stand, a sitting area for the both of us on top of a Ta Bag Tree, which stood right next to the riverbank; we’d see the animals coming to drink the water in plain sight. My dad then performed a ceremony/ritual of opening the forest, asking for protection from the spirits of animal that died of old age, also from Jour Tin, Jour Kaoh (guardian of the forest and guardian of the mountains). After he finished with the ceremony/ritual, we then climbed up the Ta Bag Tree. We sat and waited, and at that time, it was almost 3 pm, I’d tell by the positioning of the sun. We were in the deep part of the forest, so there were very little to almost no sunlight at all, just a few rays of lights here and there that shined through the leaves.
This is based on a real life story in Koosang Koosom Magazine, told by Nye Pran Kao written in Thai Language, translated by Ginger.
If I’m just mentioning ‘Tiger’, I probably don’t have to go into detail; we all know what it is and what it looks like. You can see from photos or even visit your local zoo, but Siar Saming, or loosely translated as ‘tiger that is haunted by evil spirits or demons’; most of you might think that’s crazy. What does one look like? Well, pretty much just like an average tiger but what is special or different is that it is believed to have evil spirits or demons, and it can turn into any shapes or forms as it wishes because Siar Saming is a tiger that ate countless human; therefore the ghostly spirit of its victims would take turn to control the tiger, might change the tiger into, assuming a young man (one of the victims’ spirit that’s haunting the tiger at the time, or it can change to anyone, doesn’t have to be a dead person), then he’d visit his family members and made them believe that it’s him (looks like him, talks like him, so must be him, right?); then when opportunity arise changes back to a tiger and would eat them. This is the story that has passed down from generation to generation; if you were living in Thailand or ever been there, then you might have heard the story, you could say it is a legend.
This is a story told by the writer…
The story that I’m about to tell you was told by Pran Thou (hunter Thou) of Banh Gruang Dong (village in the middle of forest), which I stayed for 3-4 nights, and when it’s dark, there were not a lot to do except sitting by the bon fire and telling stories. Pran Thou is about 70 years old, and was once a Pran (hunter), but has no energy now due to his health, so he is mainly an advisee to the younger Prans (hunters). He mainly would tell them stories that he had encountered while hunting, and this time was a story of Siar Saming, which he was only 16 years old at the time. He was with his dad, sitting on top of Ta Bag Tree, on a tree-stand that his dad made out of tree branches. It was in the deep part of the jungle of Pha Gruang Dong.
I came from a large family; and New York City was our home for many years, and many of my sisters are still living there. One of my sisters, I often referred to her as my third sister, lives in Queens, NY; which to me, housing is a bit of a challenge. She lives in a townhouse and it’s too close for comfort to me; but I do have to admit that it’s a lot nicer than living in high rising apartments. The last time I visited her was September of 2006, and everything looked differently from what I remembered because she renovated her entire house, and redecorated many rooms. She has some reproduction pieces of the 18th century furniture, and her china cabinet is absolute gorgeous, you’d have thought that she would have beautiful china to go with that, but it was for the urns that she has kept her dead cats ashes. I always feel a bit uneasy being there, not so much of scaring of her dead cats, but more so of the living ones. I always thought that she has 9 cats, but not sure of how many she has now, I lost count. But there’s one cat that I’m extremely fearful of, his name is Tiger, and I think it’s a bit of an embarrassment for her to have company over because Tiger would grab people at inappropriate places, I always have to make sure that I’m at a sitting position at all time. I don’t normally sleep at her house when I visit; I often wondered what it’d feel like to sleep in the same house as those dead cats.
I proceed to ask her about that but she said that she’s never heard or dreamed of them coming to visit her, but she did had a scare once, when she bought her carpet that is in her bedroom. It was December of 2004 and Home Depot EXPO Design Center was having an after Christmas sale, so she picked out a Karastan Cambridge Wool Carpet, which looks absolutely beautiful in her bedroom. She brought it home that evening and was very pleased with her purchase because she got such a good deal on it.
This is based on a real life story in Koosang Koosom Magazine, by Pheakthongthah written in Thai Language, translated by Ginger. I believe this might be the same author as Guardian Goddess Of Aircraft and Ghost Association of Singapore by Nye Andy.
This is a story told by Nye Andy…
Prior to becoming an Air Steward, I was granted a scholarship and had the opportunity to study abroad. It was an undergraduate program at the state of Illinois, in a town called Urbana-Champaign in which I studied Business Administration, with a concentration in Management, which was one of the popular majors of studying at the time.
The town was new to me, it was a Campus Town, and there weren’t a whole lot to do or see; for some students, it was a mistake to choose this University because we were out in no man’s land, and therefore, very stressful for some of us. We stayed on campus most of the time, and studied. If any of us decided to go into town, we’re talking about 3 hours of driving to one of the big cities in the area which is Chicago, so mainly all we’d see were corn fields, pastures for horses and cows, definitely not something to get excited over in my opinion.
We’re at the age that we still need to see the lime light, the excitement of being young, and here, we were out in the middle of no where, bottled up our stress inside, which lead many students to become mentally unstable; in a good day, I’d see several students walking like zombies alone the side of the road, with no sense of direction. Some that received grant from their country such as myself would have it hardest because the courses were extremely difficult, and to make matters worse, we had to work extra hard because of the language barrier, most would try to tough it out because it’d be embarrassing to go back as failures. When some students couldn’t find a way out, they literally snapped, and had to be placed in a mental institution, and others, committing suicide was an easy way out, put an end to all problems, and this I had seen while I was here studying, especially at the end of the semester during the final exams.
This is based on a real life story in Koosang Koosom Magazine, by Pheakthongthah written in Thai Language, translated by Ginger.
Continued from Part I
After the meal, the passengers were resting comfortably, might be to reserve their energy for shopping later that evening, so we had time for a small break. I did my last round of walking up and down one of the isles of the aircraft to make sure that everything were okay, ran into our Purser, I then asked, “Brother Sourachai, is our flight attendants for the first class dressing differently from our normal crew members, I saw an Air Hostess in a traditional outfit, its real pretty.” He gave me a confusing look, and said, “What traditional outfit are you talking about? It’s still the same uniform. This flight doesn’t have first class, because it was improvised, transferring from our Airbus flight, so we didn’t book any first class passenger.” I continued “But I really saw her, she has dark hair, wore a traditional outfit, and has a white flower pinning to her right earlobe…she came into the kitchenette area while I was preparing the…” I protested.
All of a sudden, I had to stop talking in mid sentence when I noticed our Purser’s face, it was pale and he started to sweat, after looking around, I noticed that other crew members were shockingly scared by what I said. Did I say something wrong? I thought to myself. Some even covered their face with their hands, one mumbled something that I thought she said, “She must be Mai Yar Nang for sure” (Boat Nymph or Guardian Goddess of the Aircraft) I was puzzled, not sure what she’s talking about.
Before we could say anything else, the emergency buzzer came on, it was to warn the passengers to be seated, the voice of the captain (pilot) came on the loud speaker, “Ladies and gentlemen, we are currently entering the storm zone above Vietnam, please be seated and buckle your seat belt at all…” But before he could finish his sentence, the aircraft started to shake violently; we acted quickly in response to emergency situation, some of us were walking around to make sure that passengers were following instructions. As for me, I had to be in the kitchenette area, to make sure that everything were put away so it’d not be in danger to others.
This is based on a real life story in Koosang Koosom Magazine, by Pheakthongthah written in Thai Language, translated by Ginger.
This is a story told by an Air Steward of Boeing 747 destination–> Hong Kong…
It was one of the most humid mornings in July; I was told that I’d be on the flight to Hong Kong (HK), and It’d be a rough trip for our crew-members because after arriving at HK airport, we would then have to fly back to Bangkok, that same day, bringing back full flight.
Not just that, this was the time of the year that HK were having their huge summer sales, therefore there’re many female passengers on this flight, some were high society (Hiso, for short), some that think that they were Hiso, and some were Low society (or Loso), but were pretending to be Hiso; you could imagine, they were trying to out do one another. Of course, all were booking our flight to HK, as if we were flying them there free, or something along that line. As soon as they got on the aircraft, all these Hiso (or the-want-to-be) were trying to show off that they’re the real McCoy, therefore, bossing us, flight attendants around as if we were their slaves or servants.
As for today’s flight, there were too many passengers for our normal aircraft to HK because we normally fly an Airbus, which could only carry up to 300 passengers; we had to change to Boeing 747, which could carry up to 500 passengers. I’m just thinking aloud, if the airline allows these women to book the seating in the lavatory, aka the commode, I think these women would do it in a heartbeat.
Continued from Part I. This is based on a real life story in Koosang Koosom Magazine, by Jarouhvanh in Thai Language, translated by Nye.
I lay there silently watching her, but she didn’t acknowledge or notice that I’ve been watching her, still gazing at the wooden floor.
I decided to close my eyes because I didn’t want to look at her, or more like her noticing me looking at her. I had my eyes closed for a couple of minutes, then reopened and was hoping that she’d go away, but this time it was worse because her body gradually submerged from the floor until she was in a sitting position, very neat and proper much like a sitting position of a traditional Thai lady. It was so shocking to see that she was still there; I immediately closed my eyes again, but this time reopened slightly, enough to see what she was doing. Her body gradually disappeared into the wooden floor, then resubmerged back up and she repeatedly in and out of the floor for about 3 times, then finally disappeared into the floor.
It was as if I was in a trance, confused of what I just saw, then I suddenly became aware of myself once more. I looked up to the head board to see if my necklace with my small Buddha statue was still there, which I took off before I went to bed last night (I’ve been wearing it as good luck charm, but this time I’m hoping that it’d do a double duty for me, also for protection). I then sat up on my bed and reached for it, I began toWai, my hands were placed palms together as in prayer and my head would make a bow to touch my pillow; I did this 3 times, then I started my prayer ‘…Whatever signs of ill-omen, ominous sounds, influence of planets, and bad dreams, by the power of the Buddha may all these be destroyed…’ I also Pra Maid Ta (a prayer for her to go in peace) because there was no doubt in my mind that she was a ghost, my door was locked, and I couldn’t imagine anyone having a special power to submerge from the flooring like her. After it was all said and done, I couldn’t go back to sleep for fear that she might return.
I sat there until morning, and then went knocking on all the doors to ask if they saw what I had seen last night. I guess it was just my luck, because I was the chosen one, some even asked if I was dreaming. Obviously NOT, I told them for I had the cut on my lips from biting down on it, pinched myself which I had visible purplish mark to prove, and NO, I’m not dreaming because I stayed up until morning.
As I was translating this story, one of the blogs that I occasionally read, a Laotian blogger, her father was killed yesterday in a tragic accident, my sincere condolences to her, my thoughts and prayers go out to her and her family.
This is based on a real life story in Koosang Koosom Magazine, by Jarouhvanh in Thai Language, translated by Nye.
This is a story told by Jarouhvanh…
During my senior year at one of the local universities in Chiang Mai, it was the year 2534 (1991), I rented a room by myself since one of my friends that I roomed with graduated the year before. I’m a bit behind with my studying because I took off over a year to prepare myself for the entrance exam; therefore, here I was, still in school whilst my friends have been venturing out in the real world.
My dorm was within a walking distance to the university; it was very convenient since I was able to walk to my classes. The dorm was not that big (still currently in business), there were 26 rooms then, and I occupied the 21st room, on the second level. The owner was a Christian woman who was living on the first floor. Everyone was extremely friendly, I’d normally come down to the first level to socialize with friends, and I’d occasionally eat my meals at the terrace area, there were some sittings right in front of the dorm, which there would be someone there most of the time, either reading books or just visiting with one another.
One day, as I was sitting with several of my friends, Val was one of the girls that would spend many hours at the terrace; her room was on the first level, adjacent from the terrace. She was a lot of fun to be around, I’m not sure how we got to the subject of ghost and goblin, but Val told all of us that she’s not afraid of ghost; and she didn’t believe that they exist in this world. ‘If there is such thing as ghost, then show yourself!’ she boasted. I felt a bit uncomfortable since it was almost dust, just hearing her dared the ghost gave me goose bumps, she shouldn’t have said such thing.
All of sudden, we all jumped out of our chairs because the front door of Val’s room, which she had left opened suddenly slammed shut on it’s own, then quickly reopened with force, which took us all by surprise, and we stood there, frozen for a split of a second. We looked around, there were no one near, and I couldn’t say it was the wind because it wasn’t windy that evening. We were in state of shock, scared out of our wits, especially Val, who was the owner of the room, she then mumbling to herself that she shouldn’t have mocked that she didn’t believe in ghost.
I came across an interesting story at an on-line newspaper that I usually read; surprisingly there’s a ghost story written by one of the staff writer, Kim Gilliland. I think it’s somewhat scary.
The incident in 1976 left an indelible mark on the psyche of Don Miller, former Lenoir-Rhyne College security guard. Miller’s job then was to ensure
Highland Hall, a three-story structure built in 1906, was safe and secure. Instead, Miller says he saw a file cabinet and lamps flying around a room on the third floor. He claims the lights would flicker on, even when the breaker box was turned off.
“It was a nasty ghost,” he said.
Miller, later director of housing for 20 years, left the building, never to return to that floor again.
The building is being demolished because the college no longer needs the building in its long-range plans. The board of trustees approved the demolition at a March meeting.
Gary Broyhill is the college Web master. He and the school’s media librarian, Kevin Karrs, wandered over to Highland Hall on Tuesday to watch the heavy machinery take down a part of the college’s history.
He also knew of the brick building’s ghostly past.
“This building, more than any other, had a history of ghostly tales,” he said. “Supposedly, you didn’t want to go to the third floor alone. It’s a little creepy in there. It just had that creepy vibe to it.”
The building also had character. The heat would run nonstop during the winter. The floors creaked. The halls were a maze of narrow stairways and passages.
Rand Brandes, professor of English, kept a third-floor office in Highland Hall for about four years. He often worked late at night, but says he never saw a ghost.
“I always felt a positive energy coming out of its past as a dormitory, all of that undergraduate excitement and enthusiasm,” he said. “Third floor of Highland was always very peaceful, a great place to concentrate and write. It had a karma that I found centering.”
Still, Brandes acknowledges a creepiness to the building, even though the offices were full of light.
“There were some pretty scary critters running around, though,” he said.
What will become of the “ghosts” of Highland Hall once the building comes down?
“There’s not many places for any ghosts to go anymore,” Miller said. “They might fly over to P.E. Monroe Auditorium. He (Monroe) wanders over there a lot. That’s about the only building left of the originals.”
What do you think? Have you ever experienced anything like this? I also came across another ghost story in a Thai magazine about ‘A Beautiful Ghost Lady Haunting a Dorm’ which I’ll translate next, it’d be a hair- raising experienced for me, I might have to translate this one during the day time.
For One More Day by Mitch Albom is a book I finished last night; One of my co-workers lend it to me because she thinks I’m a ghost freak and would absolutely love it, but I also wonder if she lend it to me because of my mom. The book is bittersweet and heart warming to read, this is part of the book:
Now, when I say I saw my dead mother, I mean just that. I saw her. She was standing by the dugout, wearing a lavender jacket, holding her pocketbook. She didn’t say a word. She just looked at me.
I tried to lift myself in her direction then fell back, a bolt of pain shooting through my muscles. My brain wanted to shout her name, but there was no sound from my throat.
I lowered my head and put my palms together. I pushed hard again, and this time I lifted myself halfway off the ground. I looked up.
She was gone.
For One More Day is the story of a mother and a son, and a relationship that covers a lifetime and beyond. It explores the question: What would you do if you could spend one more day with a lost loved one?
As a child, Charley “Chick” Benetto was told by his father, “You can be a mama’s boy or a daddy’s boy, but you can’t be both.” So he chooses his father, only to see the man disappear when Charley is on the verge of adolescence.
Decades later, Charley is a broken man. His life has been crumbled by alcohol and regret. He loses his job. He leaves his family. He hits bottom after discovering his only daughter has shut him out of her wedding. And he decides to take his own life.
He makes a midnight ride to his small hometown, with plans to do himself in. But upon failing even to do that, he staggers back to his old house, only to make an astonishing discovery. His mother — who died eight years earlier — is still living there, and welcomes him home as if nothing ever happened.
Introduction to this story at, Is Tattoo Just A Body Art or A Cultural Sacred Design and Introduction to Pee Bpop of Savannakhet, Laos
This was a true story from April 2007 issued of Koosang Koosom Magazine, written by Phranom Khongphanrach in Thai Language, translated by Nye. As we are speaking, the second Thai-Lao Mekong bridge at Mukdahan-Savannakhet (the 2.5 billion baht ($60.5 million) bridge, financed by the Japan Bank for International Cooperation) is in the process of completing; hopefully we’d be able to use it to travel from Thailand to Laos and vice versa in the near future. The bridge is almost at 100% completion; they’re currently working on assembling the ropes to the upper portion of the bridge, hoping that this’d take no more than a few months. The author was originally from Nakornpranom, Thailand and has relatives that were living in Laos; one of his relatives was a police officer with high ranking.
The year was 2504 (1961), one of my relatives who was a police officer at Savannakhet province had offered me a job position; so I traveled there right away; took my wife and 3 children with me. Savannakhet at that time was one of the biggest cities of that area, and Lao currency at the time was not as inflated as today’s currency; back then 100 kips was equivalent to 27-28 baht, but currently 250 kips is equivalent to 1 baht…1,000 kips would only get you 4-5 baht.
If you’re not familiar with Pee Bpop, think of this as an Introduction to Pee Bpop 101. The article that I’ll be translating claimed that it really exists in Savannakhet, Laos. Savannakhet is a town that’s situated on the banks of the Mekong River opposite Mukdahan in Thailand. The province bridges the country between Thailand and Vietnam and the town is a very active junction for trade between the two countries. As long as I can remember, Pee Bpop was well known in Laos, and Issan region of Thailand. It was some sort of demon that’d take control of a person’s body, and would give that person a ghostly power to go out and eat the elders, children, women that recently gave birth, and mainly the sick or weak that can’t help themselves. What would they eat? I guess mainly the inside of your body. Those that became Pee Bpop knew that they were Pee Bpop, but many times would try to hide it because it was socially unacceptable in Laos, or anywhere else I’d imagine. I’ve to admit that I knew very little about Pee Bpop, before translating this, I had to go out and talk to many elders that came from Laos, and one of the reasons that was given to me was from tattoo, which has Monh (magic) of prayers in the design, which I mentioned in the post of Is Tattoo Just A Body Art or A Cultural Sacred Design. I find it hard to believe that by having tattooed; if not follow strict rules, and then the magical power could backfire and could make one into Pee Bpop. That’s the story I was told, so I’m sticking with it for now, if you heard differently, I’d love to hear from you.
I’ve translated many Thai ghost story, but none of Lao ghost; not that we don’t have any, and if I have to say so, Lao ghost story is as scary as Thai ghost story. Unfortunately, I haven’t come across any Lao ghost story in reading, but I do have one story that I remember when I was little living in Laos. The story was very vague, since I was only 5 years old, but my sisters and I were talking about our adventures in Laos not too long ago, so everything is a lot clearer to me now.
I didn’t have that many friends while living in Laos, probably about 3-4, I’m not sure where they are now, it’s sad that the war in Laos has separated all of us, all living in different part of the world now, but the internet manages to bring some of us a lot closer. One of my friends was Thong, and she was my age at the time. She became very ill, and at that time, the majority of Lao people believed in the medicine man; where he would blow some water of medicine at you, or worse, think that you were processed by ghost spirits or demons, and would throw sacred rice, sacred water, or worse, I’ve heard of the whipping part, but never have seen it myself. My sister said that it was so sad to see her before her death; it seemed that she was in a lot of pain, and her cry were very distinctive, and very haunting to those that heard and saw her. The medicine man treated her, unfortunately; she didn’t make it. Sadly many are still being treated this way in Laos, some of us might question if they are sound-minded.
This is based on real life story written in Thai Language by Nye Andy, translated by Nye, from Koosang Koosom Magazine. Continued from Part I.
I’m not sure how long I’ve been sleeping, but I woke up because the temperature of the room started to change, from comfortable cool to warm, then extremely hot in a short period. Even though my eyes were still closed, but I knew I was fully awake; I heard people talking outside my room. The conversation grew louder as if these people were no longer outside, but more like in my room, and they continued to argue about something, which I didn’t understand their language.
I slowly opened my eyes, still somewhat sleepy, but felt that my body was light and fluffy like cotton…the lights were still on, and at the corner of the room, in the sitting area, I saw 3 men, dressed in Chinese attire, their outfits made me think of Chinese construction workers in the olden day. They were arguing about something, in a language, which I thought it might have been Chinese because they dressed in Chinese outfit, (wouldn’t think that they were speaking Khmer because that would be too contradicting, wouldn’t you think?)
I got a bit scared because it took me by surprise, and then the degree of my scariness increased as the 3 Chinese ghosts continued to argue. Then I got to the point where I couldn’t take it any longer, it was to the point of flight or fight, which I choose the latter. I thought to myself, ‘Okay…I’ll take my chance, why should I be afraid of them.’ So, I sat up on my bed and looked straight at them; they didn’t even notice me because they were in a heated argument. I was a bit perturbed; so I finally said something to get their attention.
This is based on real life story written in Thai Language by Nye Andy, translated by Nye, from Koosang Koosom Magazine.
Singapore is a small city-state, with national population of 3.10 millions, not counting the Robin Hoods that work and live there illegally (The Island, which was founded by Sir Stamford Raffles in 1819, has evolved from a small fishing village to a thriving commercial centre. Today Singapore is an expression of remarkable contrasts with restored shop houses nestled beneath towering glass and steel skyscrapers). It’s a very small island, but their people are well off financially, might be because their government is so strict, their citizens don’t have much freedom, unlike Thailand. This means that there’s not many exciting things to do at night, but its okay because we only stay one night per visit. However, one night for me seems like a long, long time, why one might ask? Come with me and I’ll tell you why.
The hotel that our Airline rented for us is a five star hotel, very fancy; it’s situated near the road called Orchard. I heard rumors from the senior pilots, and flight attendants that it was built on top of ‘Sou Soun’ (cemetery) of Ah Ma, and Ah Goung (Chinese for Grandmother and Grandfather); and these ghosts often visited many of us in the past, especially late at night…Brrrrr.
I’ve been having a lot of problem lately on my posts, especially the ones on ghost story. The last post that I did really bother me because after I posted, the title would show up on the recent posts section, but the post was not there. After hitting a refresh bottom several times, it finally showed up, but when going into my dashboard, the number of post was off by 1 post, which no doubt in my mind it was the recent post on the ghost story. Many thoughts came to my mind, it might be time for me to quit writing and translating about ghost story, which is something I truly enjoy writing about, if that’s the case, I might have to quit writing blog all together.
I thought praying to the ghost before writing would take care of my problems, but it didn’t. I try to recall what types of other rituals that people would perform for the ghost. When I was little living in Thailand, if I remembered correctly; people would dance naked to satisfy the ghost if their wishes were granted. The thought of me having to dance naked in front of people is a bit far fetch, I don’t think it would go very well. Another one that Issan people would do is to dance and sing for the ghost. This might not be a bad idea, I might have to do a bit more research on what types of songs, and dances, I’m sure it’s not your average rock-n-roll, or new age music that I often listen to. Then I recalled writing a post on ‘Living for the dead’, which the Thai southerners would perform a Nora Rong Khru Chao Ban Ritual, which Nora is a performance tradition of dance, drama, and ritual for the ghost. I’ve seen this types of dance before and it would be difficult for me to learn. I couldn’t decide on what I want to do, then I thought, maybe I’ll write to the nice people at WordPress and see what they have to say. I told them of my problems, and this was what I got back last night,
I think if you are Laotian or Thai, the story of Phaya Nark, or Naga is a legend that was told to us when we were little, and the story has passed down from generation to generation, and will continue to pass down to those that have special interest. I was very fascinated with the legend every time I heard the story, I read up on the subject when every opportunity arise. I think deep down inside, I knew that it’s just a myth, but at the same time I wanted it to be real, but not being able to feel and see it with my own eyes, it’s hard for me to believe the story has much truth to it. Nevertheless, I still love the story just the same, I think it adds the richness to our culture; it makes some of us believe that there is a supernatural world. For the majority of us that only have five senses, we obviously can’t see or prove that these strange phenomenons exist, but for those fortunate few that have six senses, I think it’s such a special gift and power to have, but that’s from my point of view. I’m not sure if those that have six senses would feel the same way, to them it might be more of a curse than a gift. As for the westerners, the story of Phaya Nark, or Naga is viewed differently; to them it’s only a legend, a story told by the locals, or worse even a hoax.
This is an article written in TIME, called Detour, by Jason Gagliardi, this is his perception about Kam Chanode, the island like abode of the mythical Naga. According to local lore, the giant snake? Which was forbidden from entering the monkhood by the Lord Buddha because it wasn’t human? has roamed a subterranean universe known as the Muang Badan for thousands of years, slithering through a vast network of caves and tunnels. The main thoroughfare? the Naga superhighway, if you like? is said to run from Kam Chanode in Udon Thani province to Wat Paa Ahong, a temple on the riverbank more than 100 kilometers away in neighboring Nong Khai. Pilgrims, I was told, visit Kam Chanode to anoint themselves with water from the Naga’s pond. (read the rest of the article here)
I recently went through my sister old magazines and found an article in Kwanruen Magazine, written in Thai language by Ackchai Chaitham, the article is over 10 years old; it’s about the mystery of the six senses, the believe that the people at Udon Thani province think that the story of Phaya Nark exists, and lives right underneath Kam Chanode, called Muang Badan (town of underneath water.) It’s something that I’ve heard before when I was little while living in Thailand, back then, the story seemed bigger than life, and very fascinating. Time certainly didn’t change how I feel; the story is still as fascinating to me, no less than when I was little.
I’m back to translate ghost story again, couldn’t stay away, but this time, don’t mind me if I do my little ritual of prayer to the ghost mantle, I don’t want to take my chance this time…’Sa Thu, to the ghost of Ko Ngam, I’m just a translator, please don’t come and haunt me in any shape or form, Sa Thu’ Nye. Anyhow, Original source of this article is in Koosang Koosom Magazine, written in Thai language, translated by Nye.
Nicky, also known as Sura Teerakol, who is a singer, actor of VCD movies and a sexy model in Thailand, told us that he has six senses, especially anything that were chilling, he encountered those all the time.
This was a story told by Nicky…
Stuff like this, I have a very strong sense, I’m not quite sure why, but I’ve seen it all the time, especially In my dreams. It was a bit odd, but I would dream of the same story for weeks, and these dreams usually were very scary. One time, I dreamed of a casket, there was a kid with reddish eyes, just like the movie. The kid started to shake the casket, but the cover was closed, and the noises got louder and louder…in a little while, another kid popped out from the casket, then pushed me inside the casket, to take his place, I was so afraid that I screamed in my sleep, waking everyone up. I often dreamed like this, or something alone this line, until my mom took me to Wat (temple) to ‘Tum Boun’ (offering of charity) to those wandering ghosts, just talking about it gives me goose bumps.
I recently wrote about a Buddha mantle, but there’s also a Ghost mant