Thursday, October 23, 2014

Practical Mantrayana In This Peril World (真言危机处理)


I was asked if Mantrayana or Trantrism still has relevancy in today’s peril world?

 

My answer is that Mantrayana is still has a place today!

 

In order to find appropriate techniques to be fitted into our modern life style which is: hectic, fast and high risks; we shall need to look on spiritual practices in Ninjitsu (忍术). By now we should know that Ninjitsu is not all about martial arts, Ninjas are also human; what made them agile are their methods of concentrations:

 

·         The standard Kujikiri (九字结)

o   This is the standard method to achieve super concentration and to avert danger when time is ample.

·         The fast Kujikiri (快九字)

o   This is the so-called quick way to stop violent behaviors or for achieving quick actions in view of danger.

·         The Marichi Dharani (摩利支天法)

o   The practice of Marichi is highly recommended for anyone who travels a lot. I have practiced Marichi Dharani for about 25 years and I was saved by someone in many dangerous situations. One very interesting incident is that my hand was injured in the middle of Indian Ocean and there was practically no way of finding ointment until port call; suddenly a friend took out his back pain ointment and asked me to rub his back. This was how my swollen hand was saved.

·         The Acala/Fudo Myoo (不动明王法)

o   The Acala is an important method in Japanese Mantrayana and Ninjitsu. The powers of Acala will make ones opponent transfix or slow to react hence giving the practitioner a split of a second chance to do miracles.

·         The Fire Puja (火供)

o   It is my opinion that fire ritual is also a very powerful method of avoiding disasters. Every practitioner should at least have a pair of fire puja ladles just in case of emergency. I perform fire puja extensively too to request for serious illnesses to be cured and most of the time, my request was fulfilled.

 

It is a little surprised to me that the Japanese Mantrayana rituals work better in mundane affairs while the Tibetan rituals work best on deliverance matters and in subduing of demonic forces. But there are only my experiences, perhaps one should try and get his/her own feel to see which combinations work best for him/she.

 

Wednesday, October 22, 2014

The Hunt For Big Head Ghost (大头鬼)


There is a type of ghost which has no specific name but I just labeled it as ‘big head ghost’. I have seen this ghost hovering around areas surrounding the famous Penang ghost house in Relau when I was staying in one of the high-rise flats for around 10 years or so. A few years back a Hong Kong paranormal show was said to have paid the ghost house a visit and it was believed that they also captured some pictures of a pair of ‘red eyes’. But they failed to capture the whole body of the ‘creature’.

 

At that time, I like to walk around the surrounding area which is now the Metropolitan Park at night around 9pm to 10pm about two or three times weekly. There were and still are many tall trees there and the park is also adjacent to a private durian plantation. The entity I meant can be at times seen hovering between trees and its sign is very obvious: a pair of big red eyes! Only when the moon is full, on rare occasions this creature can be seen in its full shape… If I am to describe it, it has a head the size of a barrel, with a pair of big red eyes; and its body is extremely slim and tall.

 

There was once during one of the night walk that I saw a pair of red eyes in between the silhouettes of trees. So I recited the Asma Nakaban: Inna Quwattih Nakaban Natah Kitaban Natah and blow a breathe towards the eyes; it threw a thorny durian towards me but the durian missed me and fell just a few feet short of me making a ‘thumb’ noise!

 

Perhaps this ‘big head ghost’ is not territorial as another security guard known as Chong said he saw a pair of bright red eyes when he passed through a cemetery area near Tanjung Bungah one midnight after attending to a friend’s funeral. At first, he saw it was just a pair of red eyes hiding in the bush from a far. Chong thought it was a cat. But when he was closing the eyes suddenly ascended to 10 feet’s height and with the aid of moonlight, Chong could confirm that it was a creature he never seen: it had a super big head with a pair of very big eyes, interesting enough; the creature’s body is super thin.

 

On seeing the horrible creature, Chong just stood there dumbfounded; and two pair of eyes exchanged staring for a while until the big head ghost’s mouth cracked opened and gave a sinister smile at Chong. Suddenly Chong regain the instinct that he should run for his life… so he did! He ran as fast as the God permitted then; and perhaps the creature wasn’t interested in having Chong for supper, it never gave chase. After the horrific incident, Chong said he was sick for a full month!

 

I have heard some stories of big head ghost sightings in Hong Kong too but I have not any time to investigate. Perhaps when you walk into a forest in the evening next time, just raise your head and look between the trees; maybe you will see a pair of big red eyes staring at you too.
 

Tuesday, October 21, 2014

Secret Behind Pak Pao’s Kumanthong


Pak Pao is a Thai lady who owns an 800 square feet souvenir shop in an emporium here in George Town. The front part of her shop is the item display room while a small office and a store room is at the back. She also has a small Thai altar attached to the wall in one corner of her shop which is just in front of the storeroom.

 

I frequently dropped into her shop just to pick up one or two cute dolls for my niece. Since we are already acquainted, sometimes I also helped her to temporary watch over her shop while she went off to pay her bills.

 

One day a toy salesman came and so happened that Pak Pao wasn’t in her shop. So he passed me a promotional programmable electro-mechanical maneki-neko (beckoning cat) and some toy catalogues. The maneki-neko was a neat toy; it can be treated as an alarm clock and a good luck charm. The most unique part is that its hand can swing to and fro according to the set time. I was a techno-handicap, so I asked the salesman to give me a demo and he set the time to 9pm and interestingly; the maneki-neko’s right hand swung 9 times and said: “Hello!” 9 times as well. After the demo, the salesman left and I packed the maneki-meko into its box but didn’t turn off the toy; and put it in the storeroom right behind the altar for ease of identification.

 

When Pak Pao returned to her shop, I bid her farewell and to mind my own business; but I have forgotten to tell Pak Pao regarding the maneki-neko in her storeroom. This slip of my mind has stirred some interesting commotion in Pak Pao’s shop…

 

A few days later, a friend of mine gave me a call and he said the Kumanthong on Pak Pao’s altar became active and it was able to speak. He asked me if I was interested to join him at 9pm that day to witness the miraculous Kumanthong in action. I agreed as I was too curious then.

 

Soon it was 9pm, and there were around 20 people in the shop waiting to see the miracle from happening… At this point the Kumanthong altar was filled with flowers and other offerings donated by curious visitors. And true enough right at 9pm, the sound of knocking followed by a cute “hello!” follow by a knocking sound: ‘tok’… there were 9 repetitions altogether.

 

Everyone showed awed expressions, some chanted Kumanthong mantra and some holding hands together revering this extraordinary statue.  After the crowd had revered the Kumanthong with some discussions and idea exchanging, they left the shop about half an hour later; I quickly pulled Pak Pao aside and told her about her new toy: maneki-neko which I put in her store room a few days back…

 

The last time I dropped by Pak Pao’s shop, she handed some candy bars to me as a present to my niece. She thanked me for the ‘mistake’ I made as she has sold the Kumanthong statue for $5,000 which was about 500 times of original selling price! Now she has a new Kumanthong… of a quieter type of course!
 

Monday, October 20, 2014

Have A Cup Of Tea, Brother?


The favourite type of tea in Malaysia and Singapore is called ‘teh tarik’ or literary means ‘tea by pulling’. This is a type of extremely popular beverage here and to eat the ‘roti canai’ (flying pancake someone would like to call it) while drinking ‘teh tarik’ is of all time enjoyment in the morning before the starting of one’s daily activities. Now days, one can visit a 24 hour restaurant and enjoy a cup of ‘teh tarik’ any time one wants. But there is a type of ‘teh tarik’ that is best not to consume…

 

This story is told by my security guard pal Ali who just quitted his job because of another kind of ‘teh tarik’.

 

Now days, security guards normally work on 12-hour shifts, i.e. from 7pm to 7am or vice versa. For those who work on the 7am to 7pm shall face not many problems in going about with daily routines especially finding something to eat. But the case is not the same when a security guard works from 7pm to 7am; not only the guard needs to pay extra vigilant during his rounds, he also needs to find a way to fill his hunger. Normally a person will first purchase a pack of food to be consumed during break time.

 

This was just another occasion that Ali was sent to guard a construction site in Kamunting. The site was near an old Malay graveyard and it is about 10 minutes drive from the main road. Normally Ali would first purchase some food when he was on his way to work as the place was too isolated and the nearest hawker stalls are at least 15 minutes drive. It is virtually impossible to get any food even during daytime; let alone in the midst of the night. More so if it is a rainy night… well, you got the idea.

 

So happened that during one night shift, Ali’s son was sick and he was running about bringing his son to hospital and back until Ali has forgotten to buy himself food for the night. When Ali arrived at the construction site, it was already 7:30pm; his pal Raju already prepared to leave the site. After some pass down from Raju, Ali started to go for his usual rounds. The surrounding was in dead silent and not many activities were expected.

 

How time flied, it was soon way past midnight and Ali’s stomach started to make noise after the midnight round. He thought of going out for a quick snack as there weren’t any valuable things in the construction sites, but due to his sense of responsibility; Ali stayed on. While his mind still struggles to justify a way to sneak out, he heard a sound came from a bush:

 

“Teh tarik! The tarik!”

 

Ali thought he was in luck as some hawker may just start a new business in the vicinity. So, without hestitation, Ali shouted: “The tarik!” And there was a respond: “Ya! Jemput datang bang!” (Yes, brother! Would you come please?)

 

Well, what else? Ali walked straight into the darkness and the next thing he knew was that he was lying beside a grave with a mouthful of mud water! A few construction workers discovered Ali after the site supervisor initiated a man hunt. Since then Ali was wadded in hospital for 1 week…

 

I would say that this is the most lethal ‘teh tarik’ encounter I have ever known!

 

So… do you fancy having a special cup of ‘teh tarik’ too?

 

Saturday, October 18, 2014

Request For A Dream (祈梦)


There are many reasons why a person wants to request for a dream: for guidance or for wanting to know a thing that he or she doesn’t have an answer or no way to get a satisfactory answer by any means. This also includes those people who want to perform a magic ritual to call back a runaway.

 

The methods for requesting a dream from a higher being are many and vary, and the interpretation of a dream also varies; some are direct and some are not so direct. For the purpose to relieve those earnest folks to want to seek an answer, I give them the below simple ritual:

 

First one should offer some flowers and burns incense in front of the statue of a Buddha before he/she go to bed and recites the below mantra for 7~108 times requesting for a guidance in the dream:

 

“Namo ratna lisase namo alisa polutatisa parasa bhodisattva se mahasattva se tojito jirini jiri rara yiyi maha lisevalutadhri varase svaha.”

 

He/she should go to bed directly after reciting the above mantra without converses with other people or answering phone call. In this way, whatever the person wants to know shall be shown in his/her dream.

 

Although the above method is pretty simple by only reciting the above mantra faithfully, it still best to first to take a bath and clean one self and of course, it is best if one already engaged in some form of spiritual practices. The most important of all, is one must believe in this method and hence easier to be successful in getting a clear dream. If one cannot concentrates and his/her mind tends to wander off, then it is pretty difficult to get a good dream; more so to make the dream come true.

 

Friday, October 17, 2014

Last Words Of An Old Man (老人的遗言)


I have many times requested to perform ‘phowa’ (破瓦) or transference of consciousness (迁识) for the dying. This is the vow that I made to my guru rinpoche before he taught me the phowa ritual. Normally I only serve the poor and those who are willing to accept phowa method as a means of deliverance.

 

My guru’s idea is pretty simple:

 

“You must see how people die only then you can die properly.”

 

It is certainly true that Asian people don’t like to talk about death compared to the Tibetan. Consequently, when I stand in front of a dying person; it is not the dying that I need to console, but the dependents.

 

Just too many times that I see rich and highly educated people crying and moaning at the sick bead; there are also people bugging before the sickbed wanting to know where the old pa has kept all his money… and yet there are people arguing about which religious rituals to follow so as to create more merits etc. People would argue furiously even up to a stage that no one aware that the poor pa has long passed away.

 

On the other hand, the lesser well to do folks are more peaceful as most of them have accepted their fates and they are more willing to let the nature to take its courses. This also makes my work easier too.

 

People are afraid of dying, especially the old folks. Many times, I have to assure them that they are okay and healthy and that what they need is to have a strong fate. There is one old hawker whom I respected very much because of what he said before he passed away.

 

As usual, I was called to the sickbed of the old man. He was just lying peacefully in the bed. All his dependents were at his bed weeping and kept asking the pa, the husband not to leave them and go. They held the old man’s hands and shake his shoulders until one point; the old man opened his eyes and uttered his final words:

 

不管好不好,我们都不要重来!

 

“Regardless if we had good time or otherwise together;

there is no need to repeat what we have gone through in the next life.”

 

After he has said these words, I quickly asked the old man to think of Amitabah and then made a short supplication to the lineage gurus. As soon as the old man’s head dropped; I shouted: “Hi! Phat!” and the old man had gone for good.

 

The old man’s last words have echoed in my mind for a very long time: indeed it is our urge to ‘repeat’ what we had missed in this life that causes us to be trapped in this cycle of birth and rebirth. I am sure that this old man was the reincarnation of a Bodhisattva as his final words indicated he has hidden wisdom more than that of an ordinary monk!
 

What Love Means (情为何物?)


I am in no position to give advices concerning love affairs for I am only an occultist. Having said so, there are just too many people with love problems came to me in the hope to call back their lost loves.

 

Before I go on, let me quote two famous sentences form the work “catching fish-remarks from goose grave” (摸鱼儿·雁丘辞) by a famous writer, Yuan Haowen (元好问) from Jin and Yuan Dynasty:

 

“问世间情为何物,直教人生死相许。”

“I ask the world: what love means? It is a binding affair until the death.”

 

Poets and writers normally described loves as poignant and enchanting, but for an astrology standpoint; love cannot be kept by whatever means. When love comes, one has to embrace it; when love turned sour, then we will have to let it go. There is no other means to retain a lost love. The more we grasp onto the faded love, the sadder we shall become and hence loosing sights of further coming opportunities. Regardless of if what religion said, we only live once and most of the time, there is no second chance.

 

In case of anyone wanting to bring back lost loves, I would advise just to let go: if the person is destined to be his/hers; then he/she shall come back by his/her own. To me, there is nothing such as ‘die together’ or ‘fatal love affairs’. My worries are that too many people who came to me showing a tendency of hurting themselves and their lost loves.

 

In fact, embracing and letting go is part of our life learning; without letting go, then we shall simultaneously lose sight of coming opportunities too. If you wonder the full posting of “catching fish” is as below:

 

摸鱼儿

 

问世间、情是何物,直教生死相许。 天南地北双飞客,老翅几回寒暑。 欢乐趣,离别苦。就中更有痴儿女,君应有语, 渺万里层云,千山暮雪,只影为谁去。 横汾路,寂寞当年萧鼓。荒烟依旧平楚,招魂楚些何嗟及。 山鬼自啼风雨,天也妒。未信与、莺儿燕子俱黄土。 千秋万古。为留待骚人,狂歌痛饮,来访雁邱处。

 

Catching Fish

 

Asking this world, what love means? It is a thing that binds even to the death.

The guest that flies to and fro from the southern sky to the northern earth,

With these aged wings repeatedly for a few winters and summers.

The happiness is fun while the separation is sorrowful.

There are yet some silly men and ladies;

You would say:

“In the remote miles of clouds,

after thousands of mounts and evening snows;

for whom this lonely silhouette heading towards?”

The road that cross the river,

The loneliness of deserted war drums,

Isolated smoke still rises on the piece of vast ground,

Even that I have summoned lost souls of previous battlefield,

No one had come.

The howling of mountain spirits transforms into wind and rain,

Even the sky has shown its jealousy.

If you do not believe, then look at the orioles and swallows;

Aren’t they already buried into the yellow soil?

 

Over thousands and millions of years,

All that only waits for a poet,

Come here to sing wildly and get drunk,

Come and visit the grave of goose.