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Monday, November 12, 2012
Who Is The Most Powerful?
stories are my all time favorite classics during my carrier. I have taken out
previously in the hope to make my blog more manageable, but contrary to my
planning; my posting kept growing since. So, what the heck, I will share with
you the two stories below.
that occult business has its ups and lows cycles daily. The earlier half and
the latter half of the day is the busiest; but things are almost standstill
after the lunch till around dinner time. So at around 2pm every day, I would
habitually visit my favorite coffee stall under a banyan tree not so far away
from my apartment; first to enjoy the gentle see breeze and to chat with my
There is no
formal contract or invitation as to whom will attend this coffee meeting, but
when the time is right; people will come in turn, order a cup of coffee and be
seated at the usual place.
story begins on one stuffy afternoon, I went to the coffee stall as usual to
take a sip of thick black hot coffee also with the hope to find new ideas for
my blog. My usual gang was already there: a Thai arjan, a Taoist, a Javanese
Kyai and an old Malay Haji. We chatted amongst each other on many current
issues, until the topic touches on which magical stream is the strongest; and
the debate became heated up. As the voices of our table raised up to such a
level to attract attention of the neighboring tables; so I tried to pacify the
situation by saying, “All are my Sifu. Why not we have magic duel just to proof
that his magic is the most powerful of the all?”
There was a
long silence and finally all seconded my proposal. So the Taoist started to
chant and storm the ground and ask to be possessed by the “Monkey God”. After a
while the “Monkey God” was successfully invoked and the Taoist was indeed shirking
as if a monkey and jumping up on top of an empty table behind us while
scratching his body. Now the Arjan came into play: It is Taoist magic in due
with the Thai Arjan. The Arjan took out his Phra Ngan amulet, closed his eyes
and started chanting mantras. At the same time the Monkey God was making some
sorts of hand gestures in retaliation. The standoff continued for about 10
minutes or so, suddenly the Monkey God fell from the table and scrambled away.
No doubt that the Arjan’s Phra Ngan has won this round.
Kyai wanted to try his power on Phra Ngan, so another fight has begun. The Kyai
was reciting the Asma Sungai Rajah while the Arjan continued with Phra Ngan.
After another 10 minutes or so, a cracking sound came from the Arjan’s side. On
checking, the Arjan’s Phra Ngan has cracked; so the Kyai won the duel.
was the old Haji’s turn to combat with the Kyai. The Haji just recited the Ayat
Kursi and the Kyai continue with Asma Sungai Rajah. After a while the Kyai’s
face turned red and started to yell, “Hot! Hot!” followed by sitting on the
floor panting. So obviously the Haji has won the duel. We all gave the old Haji
thumbs up and the stall keeper immediately gave a cup of nice thick hot coffee
as a complement.
the old Haji can celebrate his victory, the old Haji’s wife came and looked for
him as the old Haji has gone out longer than he should have been and no one was
attending to their sundry shop… What else? The old Haji had to obliged under
the grumble of his bitter half J.
It was last
September that I received a call from Jeffery, a proud owner of a few hostels
in Johor Bahru. It was indeed a rarity to receive his call because this guy
never calls me unless my service is desperately required. Upon enquiry, it
transpires that Jeff’s hostel was haunted by a black shadow figure that has
scared the wit out of his female tenants. If this guy is not exorcised, then
Jeff’s business will be affected badly. You know bad news really travel fast in
this line and competitions are intense.
So I make
haste and drove myself overnight from Penang to Johor Bahru.
finally arrived at Jeff’s premise, a Taoist “Sai Kong” was there welding his
magic sword and wringing his bells while chanting mantras with high and low
voices. Then the Sai Kong took out a snake whip and told Jeff that he will need
to whip the spirit 100 times, but the price for one whipping is MYR36. Jeff
obliged and the Sai Kong continued to chant and dance his way for another 30
minutes or so before ending the ritual. The Sai Kong opened his right palm and
said to Jeff, “MYR3600. Thank you.”
Jeff’s case is settled, so I went oversea to Singapore to visit an acquaintance
for a few days. But only after 3 days later, I received another call from Jeff.
Apparently Jeff’s shadowy friend has come back for another visit. So I went
back to Jeff and only to find out that there was already a Kyai with a few
assistants employed by Jeff’s Indonesian wife. I figured that since I was
there, I better stay to watch the whole show.
with his assistants was burning a large quantity of benzoic and started to
perform silat as if fighting with an unknown force. After silat for about 30
minutes, the Kyai took out a bottle wrapped with yellow cloth and as if
grapping something and tug it into the bottle. After that, the Kyai extend his
hand and opened his palm and said to Jeff’s wife, “MYR3600. Thank you.”
gotten rid of the Kyai, Jeff insisted to let me stay in one of the room in his
hostel for insurance. I am only too glad to oblige as all were FOC and able to
get acquainted with ladies over there. Having said so, Jeff’s smile didn’t last
for another 3 days that his shadowy friend came back again in the middle of the
his wife were in their pajamas knocking on my door frantically. I opened my
door and before I could open my mouth, I was dragged to the same spot that the
Sai Kong and Kyai has performed the rituals. There were already some panic
stricken tenants waiting for our arrival. Everyone was staring at me hopefully
I have some kind of panacea to put their misery away. To tell you the truth, I
wasn’t prepared myself then as I was angered by Jeff’s flip-flop behavior.
Since I didn’t have anything with me at the moment, so I said to the crowd: “Let’s
pray to our Lord to send His Archangel Michael, Gabriel and Rafael to cast out
the pains of hell…”
prayed for about 20 minutes and go back to our room as it was quite late
me for another 1 week thereafter but no reoccurrences of the shadowy friend any
more. Before I leave his place, Jeff pulled me aside and told me that his wife
has dreamed that the shadowy friend was escorted by an angel into the light. So
he tugged a cheque into my hand and said, “MYR7200. Thank you for your service.”
which magical system would you say is the strongest??