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Saya_In_Underworldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02656628145147216545noreply@blogger.comBlogger517125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2424102700579341189.post-81071703090036763022024-03-16T18:15:00.000+09:002024-03-16T18:15:09.971+09:00Bathroom Mirror <p><span style="color: #ff00fe;">If you would like to be notified of future posts, follow me on:</span><b><br /></b></p><div><b>My Instagram:</b></div><div><b><a href="https://www.instagram.com/saya_in_underworld" target="_blank">Main</a></b></div><div><b><a href="https://www.instagram.com/lily_piano_yuriko" target="_blank">My Artwork</a></b> </div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>My X:</b></div><div><b><a href="https://twitter.com/Saya_Underworld" target="_blank">Main</a></b></div><div><b><a href="https://twitter.com/Yuri_Lily_Piano?t=G67txvR9oqWhdf99MX8zkg&s=09" target="_blank">My Artwork</a> </b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>❤️Updating Every Saturday Evening (Japan Time)</b></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzXVfJn3g_9l5wwhFCX3wMWr9NYvfEn6zmhwVRJcq_YR57cCw4VzPgvfFqjdxRDNoO3oOz2JSSia2rrQPaS7pLo0BKSH5N9j-du_7LPhnY6pmFm5inOA1JLCjDUDt4btHGJqlDbJbS7FS1VZ8xj81pf80419_pJMKR-XUs3Jebz_AR8kLEd1sW79WNbOCw/s1200/IMG_6670.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="900" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzXVfJn3g_9l5wwhFCX3wMWr9NYvfEn6zmhwVRJcq_YR57cCw4VzPgvfFqjdxRDNoO3oOz2JSSia2rrQPaS7pLo0BKSH5N9j-du_7LPhnY6pmFm5inOA1JLCjDUDt4btHGJqlDbJbS7FS1VZ8xj81pf80419_pJMKR-XUs3Jebz_AR8kLEd1sW79WNbOCw/s320/IMG_6670.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div>(Translated and Arranged by Saya)</div><div><br /></div><div><div>This happened to me 11 years ago, while living in a certain apartment in Kyoto for a very brief period of time. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Although I was a student at the time, I took great pains to move into a room that had its own bathroom. </div><div>It was because I had been told by a friend that a shared bathroom would be inconvenient if I ever wanted to bring a girl home.</div><div><br /></div><div>On the first day I moved in, while washing my hair in the bathroom, I happened to look into a mirror — and saw a reflection of a woman in there. </div><div><br /></div><div>She was right behind me, half crouching, and staring at me through the mirror. </div><div><br /></div><div>I couldn’t turn around or shout, as if I were suffering from sleep paralysis, but I did manage to stretch out my hand and touch her clothes. </div><div>That confirmed that she was a real person, but it didn’t make me feel any less scared. </div><div><br /></div><div>After a while, the woman stood up, opened the door and left the bathroom. </div><div><br /></div><div>I checked the front door once I got out of the bathroom, but it was locked. </div><div>However, one of the windows was open.</div><div><br /></div><div>I then searched the room but there was no place for a person to hide. </div><div><br /></div><div>That day, the sensation of my hand when I touched her clothes was so real, and the way she walked out of the bathroom seemed so human-like, that I thought that the person must have entered my room through the window.</div><div><br /></div><div>The following day, despite having made sure I locked the front door and windows first before having a bath, the woman appeared again. </div><div><br /></div><div>Just like the day before, she stared at me for sometime, and then opened the door and left. </div><div><br /></div><div>Again, I was paralysed during the whole time she was there. </div><div><br /></div><div>As soon as she was gone, I got out of the bathroom, and checked the door and windows again, but they were all locked. </div><div><br /></div><div>I was freaked out and called my landlord immediately. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>The landlord, having listened to my story, began telling me, “I have never heard such a thing happening in that room…,” but then went on to say, “the person who rented the room before you committed suicide.” </div><div><br /></div><div>About three months after moving in, the previous resident jumped from the rooftop of a school building. </div><div><br /></div><div>My immediate thought was:</div><div>Wait…, is he talking about that woman?</div><div><br /></div><div>But no, it turned out that the previous resident was a man. </div><div><br /></div><div>It’s too creepy and I would like to move out, I told the landlord.</div><div>He said he could return the deposit to me if I moved out within a month of moving in, so I decided to find another apartment and move out during the following week. </div><div><br /></div><div>After this I never had a bath again in the room, so probably that is why I never saw the woman again.</div><div><br /></div><div>It was just after I had found a new place and while packing up my belongings (there wasn’t much to pack because most of my things were still in cardboard boxes anyway) that I discovered for the first time a chest of drawers at the bottom of an oshi-ire (Note: a Japanese style closet).</div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim8lAPEp6yR1LHIzIJkVlAXT6zyQp6sR8dcxier2XJgw5gjelpiz10pDV1t_HSF-ZxJNEYcWxeegGr3KJXPAIDp4o025FzZj0HVpNXvdQL8ncTqCllpYztVPYKZH7ChcZybuTh00_S9hb06eM1cEb70ukAqjeynQpT6K1vHNNNUROTZmRrbKk4uV4jFLEz/s587/IMG_6679.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="587" data-original-width="440" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim8lAPEp6yR1LHIzIJkVlAXT6zyQp6sR8dcxier2XJgw5gjelpiz10pDV1t_HSF-ZxJNEYcWxeegGr3KJXPAIDp4o025FzZj0HVpNXvdQL8ncTqCllpYztVPYKZH7ChcZybuTh00_S9hb06eM1cEb70ukAqjeynQpT6K1vHNNNUROTZmRrbKk4uV4jFLEz/s320/IMG_6679.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Oshi-ire</td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div>I also noticed that there was an envelope from a photo studio placed on top of the chest of drawers. </div><div>When I opened it, I found twenty five photos and an ofuda (<a href="https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ofuda" target="_blank">talisman</a>) inside. </div><div><br /></div><div>All of them were photos of that bathroom mirror. </div><div>And no one was reflected in the mirror except a man who was holding a camera. </div><div>But in the last few photos, the door behind the man was open. </div><div><br /></div><div>That was all those photos showed, but they sent shivers down my spine. </div><div><br /></div><div>Supposing that it was the previous resident who took these photos, for what purpose did he take them?</div><div>What was he trying to capture with his camera? </div><div><br /></div><div>As I pondered on these questions, I suddenly couldn’t stand being in the room anymore, and after putting the photos back to where I found them, I hurriedly left the room. </div><div><br /></div><div>That was the only time in my life that I experienced something paranormal.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Saya_In_Underworldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02656628145147216545noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2424102700579341189.post-40065361854011603322024-03-09T18:16:00.000+09:002024-03-09T18:16:13.210+09:00Death Wish<p><span style="color: #ff00fe;">If you would like to be notified of future posts, follow me on:</span><b><br /></b></p><div><b>My Instagram:</b></div><div><b><a href="https://www.instagram.com/saya_in_underworld" target="_blank">Main</a></b></div><div><b><a href="https://www.instagram.com/lily_piano_yuriko" target="_blank">My Artwork</a></b> </div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>My X:</b></div><div><b><a href="https://twitter.com/Saya_Underworld" target="_blank">Main</a></b></div><div><b><a href="https://twitter.com/Yuri_Lily_Piano?t=G67txvR9oqWhdf99MX8zkg&s=09" target="_blank">My Artwork</a> </b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>❤️Updating Every Saturday Evening (Japan Time)</b></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzKfTYLdMK6qVACI_h0ssRd2Skca3uutFc5EYmrODdr06kPRWJ3vw51_rNhJer9vYT20ncd6yCP1PM9ohzlYHA7oEHaENEE8ZHu1QlU-502HZzXpzP9K0SqgKFjQDJBnlsVGe-hYsaRU9p43WR6p-jC1egl33qw8rAocF6Sq0KZD-UCNeMa_Y_4MKF2f0z/s643/IMG_6617.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="477" data-original-width="643" height="237" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzKfTYLdMK6qVACI_h0ssRd2Skca3uutFc5EYmrODdr06kPRWJ3vw51_rNhJer9vYT20ncd6yCP1PM9ohzlYHA7oEHaENEE8ZHu1QlU-502HZzXpzP9K0SqgKFjQDJBnlsVGe-hYsaRU9p43WR6p-jC1egl33qw8rAocF6Sq0KZD-UCNeMa_Y_4MKF2f0z/s320/IMG_6617.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div><br /></div><div>(Translated and Arranged by Saya)</div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;">⭐️THIS IS A CRYPTIC STORY!!!!!!!!😆👍</span></div><div><br /></div><div><div>Most people must have wished death on someone they didn’t like at some point in their lives. </div><div><br /></div><div>But what if the wish came true…?</div><div><br /></div><div>Once, when I was in kindergarten, a boy whom I had a fight with died the next day, but I thought it was just a coincidence. </div><div><br /></div><div>When I was in elementary school, there was an abusive sensei (Note: a teacher) who would often hit me for no reason. </div><div><br /></div><div>“I wish he was dead,” I thought, and the very next day, the sensei died. </div><div><br /></div><div>I became convinced of my special ability while in junior high school, when everyone in one group of boys that was bullying me died. </div><div><br /></div><div><i>I have an ability to kill anyone I wish dead. </i></div><div><br /></div><div>I was scared of myself. I couldn’t tell anyone about it. </div><div><br /></div><div>I made a vow then that I would always remain calm and never get angry with anyone again. </div><div><br /></div><div>However, soon after entering high school, a few more people died around me — </div><div><br /></div><div>A delinquent boy who mocked me,</div><div>And a girl who wasn’t very nice to me. </div><div><br /></div><div>I was shocked to learn that I didn’t need to strongly intend for someone to die in order for it to become true. </div><div><br /></div><div>After going through much agony, I decided to share my secret with my mother. </div><div><br /></div><div>She was astonished, and didn’t believe me at first. </div><div><br /></div><div>But she had always felt that there were too many instances of deaths around me. </div><div><br /></div><div>Soon my father came home from work, and the three of us had a long talk. </div><div><br /></div><div>Both my parents said to me:</div><div>“It’s hard to imagine what you have been through. Parents are responsible for the sins their children commit. You are not to be blamed.”</div><div><br /></div><div>I was so glad that I had finally gotten it off my chest. </div><div>My heart was filled with gratitude for my parents. </div><div><br /></div><div>That night, I slept like a log, feeling deeply at peace with myself. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>The next morning — my parents were both dead. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>————-</div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYmj6yZ8CMneGSH6DEmaIg4CqgPLDiYFY0-B1QABbOnyF6KM-Jjhx3Lyhf84NJv5JZU_5bceIO4bzEbW3r0zwv_RkDjsoACizkXIsa3L_em0-zIC4kUAfXwiu3VQBCeds3wyoWt4Y1Jd7LaKmMzpWe_lJZKFxhryQxmIRLEbp3SAYnQNKFTN_gIGzLNVH9/s300/IMG_6618.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="300" data-original-width="212" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYmj6yZ8CMneGSH6DEmaIg4CqgPLDiYFY0-B1QABbOnyF6KM-Jjhx3Lyhf84NJv5JZU_5bceIO4bzEbW3r0zwv_RkDjsoACizkXIsa3L_em0-zIC4kUAfXwiu3VQBCeds3wyoWt4Y1Jd7LaKmMzpWe_lJZKFxhryQxmIRLEbp3SAYnQNKFTN_gIGzLNVH9/s1600/IMG_6618.jpeg" width="212" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">R.I.P. Akira Toriyama!!!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div><br /></div></div>Saya_In_Underworldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02656628145147216545noreply@blogger.com31tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2424102700579341189.post-41273528219568052162024-03-02T19:21:00.000+09:002024-03-02T19:21:10.136+09:00Mirror Curse Spell <p><span style="color: #ff00fe;">If you would like to be notified of future posts, follow me on:</span><b><br /></b></p><div><b>My Instagram:</b></div><div><b><a href="https://www.instagram.com/saya_in_underworld" target="_blank">Main</a></b></div><div><b><a href="https://www.instagram.com/lily_piano_yuriko" target="_blank">My Artwork</a></b> </div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>My X:</b></div><div><b><a href="https://twitter.com/Saya_Underworld" target="_blank">Main</a></b></div><div><b><a href="https://twitter.com/Yuri_Lily_Piano?t=G67txvR9oqWhdf99MX8zkg&s=09" target="_blank">My Artwork</a> </b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>❤️Updating Every Saturday Evening (Japan Time)</b></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-R12aAa-zR1Pkx3kfHR7p6ZN2FM02npPp0_ffDcvZ9AywV7wx23eOp47oLXDQVEV5jAC3qlueI0LEzcTn3awxJKuv3aIHYM1njI0clZb1kp2DPS2OMUWU6MEMxHpJ3vvM2ZVektHR4DB-5C-vZZ-8YY2Z0ivetQTu7k8UrjfFMpmRa641W35afNoltH-M/s1024/IMG_6497.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-R12aAa-zR1Pkx3kfHR7p6ZN2FM02npPp0_ffDcvZ9AywV7wx23eOp47oLXDQVEV5jAC3qlueI0LEzcTn3awxJKuv3aIHYM1njI0clZb1kp2DPS2OMUWU6MEMxHpJ3vvM2ZVektHR4DB-5C-vZZ-8YY2Z0ivetQTu7k8UrjfFMpmRa641W35afNoltH-M/s320/IMG_6497.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>(Translated and Arranged by Saya)</div><div><br /></div><div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #ffa400; font-size: large;"><b>Bring misfortunes onto someone by using a picture of a mirror. </b></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>⭐️How to Do It</div><div><br /></div><div>1. Change the wallpaper on your phone to a picture of a dressing table.</div><div><br /></div><div>2. Chant the name of someone whom you hate twice to the wallpaper.</div><div><br /></div><div>3. Flip the phone over and chant the same name twice again. </div><div><br /></div><div>4. Repeat the process (2 and 3) every day. The effect of the curse will grow stronger and stronger as days go by. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Notes:</div><div>⭐️So many pictures of dressing tables are available on Google Search. </div><div>You can pick and choose any kinds of dressing tables that you like for this ritual. </div><div><br /></div><div>⭐️This is a form of black magic. Mirrors are common tools used in curses and spells. </div><div>With the help of the power of a mirror, your wish to bring misfortunes onto someone will manifest itself in reality.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">WARNING</span></b></div><div><b><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">Please do NOT let anyone see your wallpaper of the dressing table. </span></b></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>———</div><div>Here are a couple of experiences by the people who have tried this ritual:</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>🌙<span style="color: #6fa8dc;">This didn’t directly affect the person but affected the people around him, which indirectly caused him to suffer.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>🌙<span style="color: #c27ba0;">This really works. The person’s arm is now swollen and she keeps saying how painful it is. She deserves it. </span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>———</div><div><span style="color: #8e7cc3;">An Advice from Saya:</span></div><div><br /></div><div>Please don’t do it!😆</div><div>Why spend so much time and energy on someone you hate? It’s not worth it! </div><div>Just focus on building your happiness ~ ✨</div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>———</div><div>Link: </div><div><a href="https://www.wikihow.com/Put-a-Curse-on-Someone" target="_blank">How to put a curse on someone (Wikihow) </a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Saya_In_Underworldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02656628145147216545noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2424102700579341189.post-15500277795073811462024-02-24T17:31:00.001+09:002024-03-01T16:21:33.212+09:00“How death sentence is carried out is different from how I imagined it LOL” <p><span style="color: #ff00fe;">If you would like to be notified of future posts, follow me on:</span><b><br /></b></p><div><b>My Instagram:</b></div><div><b><a href="https://www.instagram.com/saya_in_underworld" target="_blank">Main</a></b></div><div><b><a href="https://www.instagram.com/lily_piano_yuriko" target="_blank">My Artwork</a></b> </div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>My X:</b></div><div><b><a href="https://twitter.com/Saya_Underworld" target="_blank">Main</a></b></div><div><b><a href="https://twitter.com/Yuri_Lily_Piano?t=G67txvR9oqWhdf99MX8zkg&s=09" target="_blank">My Artwork</a> </b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>❤️Updating Every Saturday Evening (Japan Time)</b></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>(Translated and Arranged by Saya)</div><div><br /></div><div>🩷Taken from 2 chan</div><div><br /></div><div><div>1: </div><div>Please someone explain this optical illusion to me… </div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0dmtTx7EaV8sNOWhWZP41XzoX6m5838JwoEmufgeUR3IhgHoc2K87wHKz-1bUC8akocHVLkfSjTOvgapo1TmcRDCOiIQr26fJRZR5ioEZaeHvCr_0EjBai5PCTPeFv47Ceuh8wfUsO1ue2Mb8OjT1U9nKaFxcyzr7bRoIxL5zEg57Z7HfDt8r2Oo6izoU/s2933/IMG_6389.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1629" data-original-width="2933" height="178" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0dmtTx7EaV8sNOWhWZP41XzoX6m5838JwoEmufgeUR3IhgHoc2K87wHKz-1bUC8akocHVLkfSjTOvgapo1TmcRDCOiIQr26fJRZR5ioEZaeHvCr_0EjBai5PCTPeFv47Ceuh8wfUsO1ue2Mb8OjT1U9nKaFxcyzr7bRoIxL5zEg57Z7HfDt8r2Oo6izoU/w320-h178/IMG_6389.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>I never imagined that the people pressing the buttons would be positioned so close to the death chamber. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Note:</div><div>⭐️<a href="https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Capital_punishment_in_Japan" target="_blank">Capital Punishment in Japan (Wikipedia)</a></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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font-size: large;">4:</span></div><div><span style="color: #ffa400; font-size: large;">>>2 </span></div><div><span style="color: #ffa400; font-size: large;">How many arms do you have? </span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>31:</div><div>>>4 </div><div>You can use your forehead for the middle button</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #01ffff; font-size: x-large;">3: </span></div><div><span style="color: #01ffff; font-size: x-large;">What’s that blue guy aiming to do? </span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>8: </div><div>Let me do it</div><div>Also, they should carry out executions more frequently </div><div><br /></div><div>Note:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji88OEjOOtuiRwdN67PNVm81x-dvryg1IUvP9t7gAuuy2dAG5rm9fmFCvYeeH8TLQO3AIrbTx0T13wTrjUfg8Bq5XrXq_5PM-_axJpCa9tETbmb_bbfKrEHMFGUz947bUWeYjqsj8GBYWnREkdxF9zXeKqSzWAtb5dMNUGLlzOprOFbd1WJF6uN8tzw-P-/s1179/IMG_6396.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5WmxSRkqqrREMNWVT9geNf5kfJeSOnVabsTOEl1cIPbx-X2eOwF6aR16kxoRtfftbwdDur0d3hMfMh-WIPJpj023xOijKlbcJln7_Aaqc1cGDh9uXRzDA8k76Amaj-SVB-XAtccJ1QxV1UhSVXrN6ax7e3awQ5T4-8SePQqFOpGAfA9Q4ii4jxdlirLOJ/s3022/IMG_6388.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1696" data-original-width="3022" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5WmxSRkqqrREMNWVT9geNf5kfJeSOnVabsTOEl1cIPbx-X2eOwF6aR16kxoRtfftbwdDur0d3hMfMh-WIPJpj023xOijKlbcJln7_Aaqc1cGDh9uXRzDA8k76Amaj-SVB-XAtccJ1QxV1UhSVXrN6ax7e3awQ5T4-8SePQqFOpGAfA9Q4ii4jxdlirLOJ/s320/IMG_6388.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div>The blue guy’s role is to pull the lever and open the trap door in case those three people fail to press the buttons </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>20:</div><div>>>12</div><div>All they need is this one blue guy then</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #04ff00;">27:</span></div><div><span style="color: #04ff00;">>>12</span></div><div><span style="color: #04ff00;">They should have three blue guys too</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>125: </div><div>>>12 </div><div>Poor blue guy. It would be unfair if they didn’t have two more people for that role.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: red;">152:</span></div><div><span style="color: red;">>>125</span></div><div><span style="color: red;">Then they would also need a red guy in case the three blue guys couldn’t pull the lever</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>17: </div><div>I’ve read in a book before that there is an officer waiting underneath the trap door whose job is to hold the hanging body to keep it steady. </div><div>Imagine how unpleasant it would feel to hold a body that’s spewing out urine and faeces. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Note:</div><div>⭐️A drama on showing the execution process:</div><div>(The translation of the conversations is in the YouTube comments)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/jnXrQcQYj98" width="320" youtube-src-id="jnXrQcQYj98"></iframe></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #01ffff;">35:</span></div><div><span style="color: #01ffff;">I thought those three people would be in a completely different room and hit the buttons while viewing the execution through a monitor. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div><br /></div><div>43:</div><div>There must be many people who would love to press the buttons even if they had to pay for it. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>47: </div><div>They could construct a new system so that when the time came, the trap door would automatically open by itself. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>83:</div><div>>>47</div><div>In that case, the person who set up the time would be responsible for the killing </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>49:</div><div>Why do they force those people to press the buttons? </div><div>Why don’t they set it up so that the door will open automatically when the time comes? </div><div>I also think the officers whose job is to take the prisoner to the execution chamber are more likely to be traumatised than those who press the buttons. </div><div>Don’t you agree? </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>50:</div><div>Someone could create a <a href="https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/PythagoraSwitch" target="_blank">Pythagorean device</a> (Note: a Japanese colloquialism for <a href="https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rube_Goldberg_machine" target="_blank">the American Rube Goldberg machine</a>) which would set the execution in motion once the Justice minister signs the warrant with their hanko (Note: <a href="https://tokyocheapo.com/shopping-2/hanko-japanese-personal-seals/" target="_blank">a personal seal)</a>. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>51:</div><div>I wish they would hire part timers for this. </div><div>I would be more than happy to do the work of three people.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>53:</div><div>The Justice minister signs the warrant, so they should be the one to do it. </div><div>In this day and age, they could easily connect a smartphone to the trap door switch. </div><div>That would save them much effort. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>56:</div><div>Is it always the same button that opens it, or is a different button chosen at random each time the execution takes place? </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #ff00fe;">57:</span></div><div><span style="color: #ff00fe;">If I had this job, and killed an innocent person, l’m not sure whether I’d be able to live with the guilt. </span></div><div><br /></div><div>Links:</div><div>⭐️The Hakamada Case </div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGWT6iWPK3XNfrwY6Pgc3bFMiqez5xK1hLs2xct_EUy3CDFx9RFgHv4cINBJDjNbz7RZSeTJrKn3wAxWvWDdf_6ST4WmL7UoMoDmEdUDt9La5k0J6Ne041uqzMGcy-CaOW6Q35nE4HakhiWkYoILzgMJ-PegudtWJRLve2bCJHrMJytcAR42-qlbB8Q30e/s1981/IMG_6414.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1981" data-original-width="1179" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGWT6iWPK3XNfrwY6Pgc3bFMiqez5xK1hLs2xct_EUy3CDFx9RFgHv4cINBJDjNbz7RZSeTJrKn3wAxWvWDdf_6ST4WmL7UoMoDmEdUDt9La5k0J6Ne041uqzMGcy-CaOW6Q35nE4HakhiWkYoILzgMJ-PegudtWJRLve2bCJHrMJytcAR42-qlbB8Q30e/w381-h640/IMG_6414.jpeg" width="381" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.bbc.com/news/world-asia-64938840.amp" target="_blank">BBC</a></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/t-h7x9CEWdA" width="320" youtube-src-id="t-h7x9CEWdA"></iframe></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><div><a href="https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Iwao_Hakamada">the ://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Iwao_Hakamada</a></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://www.asahi.com/sp/ajw/articles/14865745" target="_blank">Prosecutors accept retrial in Hakamada murder case</a></div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>61:</div><div>But it must be so mentally taxing to kill someone whom you have known and talked with every day. </div><div>Prison guards interact with them daily and listen to their life stories and regrets, but then one day, they are ordered to kill them. How hard that must be. </div><div>I’ve read that the executioners are randomly chosen from among the guards though.</div><div><br /></div><div>Note:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYyVOb9LzKgbbtvDHeKitp3ATMbqd_TQ2-bbcceTepIOSaLDS1BVUHGKUkgFkmmUEF37z1ZcZoFcvJTO12E102yv1e7sH66D2MXqAEBsDNDhdJbnRMtMbq7lNqY4Lk7qPtkCCZNhpqsU1QEjlXAtQfrBu8xBffkqEL8FF3YcLA4OkZszAmoi-yIqssWJK0/s1642/IMG_6400.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1642" data-original-width="1179" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYyVOb9LzKgbbtvDHeKitp3ATMbqd_TQ2-bbcceTepIOSaLDS1BVUHGKUkgFkmmUEF37z1ZcZoFcvJTO12E102yv1e7sH66D2MXqAEBsDNDhdJbnRMtMbq7lNqY4Lk7qPtkCCZNhpqsU1QEjlXAtQfrBu8xBffkqEL8FF3YcLA4OkZszAmoi-yIqssWJK0/w461-h640/IMG_6400.jpeg" width="461" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtKcInfBXSJ5MZuwyFiE6NTkf0_XkBQq810CG14uXj22zBYAymBmGqMMipsP19izUkwJowbtkXxx8IyvJHoPnhMSdDyJNOr8_MWRc76p3DZdKlJEFp4GQQfP_bHSY8nFhUBanWq6vJw6lvUztL-MaE814lIHXa7YxlZaDMung46wi72PtLgNOvXjKL7scg/s2015/IMG_6401.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2015" data-original-width="1179" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtKcInfBXSJ5MZuwyFiE6NTkf0_XkBQq810CG14uXj22zBYAymBmGqMMipsP19izUkwJowbtkXxx8IyvJHoPnhMSdDyJNOr8_MWRc76p3DZdKlJEFp4GQQfP_bHSY8nFhUBanWq6vJw6lvUztL-MaE814lIHXa7YxlZaDMung46wi72PtLgNOvXjKL7scg/w374-h640/IMG_6401.jpeg" width="374" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9f6AEhimWqsP49-1nCUMIEdiMuNFnx_Y7Gj1rAIsuGA8M1h2YuUsgLNFn2HqUpif4QsnX__TILPw28y_hbk2oI1NlAzlJwnCcw-NF0W9RUqQKhysMpshfyRkm_G1C3kwR58YFdIWWWNhQrdtxHC45Zg4tKZsMbHPVFlnQxFRAZNhAE0ClooCPJf1b50iO/s1179/IMG_6402.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="292" data-original-width="1179" height="79" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9f6AEhimWqsP49-1nCUMIEdiMuNFnx_Y7Gj1rAIsuGA8M1h2YuUsgLNFn2HqUpif4QsnX__TILPw28y_hbk2oI1NlAzlJwnCcw-NF0W9RUqQKhysMpshfyRkm_G1C3kwR58YFdIWWWNhQrdtxHC45Zg4tKZsMbHPVFlnQxFRAZNhAE0ClooCPJf1b50iO/s320/IMG_6402.jpeg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.nippon.com/en/in-depth/d00885/" target="_blank">Nippon.com</a></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>98:</div><div>>>61</div><div>Unless there is a real possibility of wrongful conviction, the death row inmates have committed unspeakable crimes that makes a death sentence look like an extremely lenient punishment. The prison guards are usually button-bashing with joy. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Links:</div><div><br /></div><div>⭐️</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr6A0D5pmIs-lwBTeoKtWUS_wNJUu1ljeU7h79nlvcY5U_VDLTQt7qH9h89qg8PTNL_0VZNleymCHfQFRk_m_xWvfa6SBp5AXV-H_BrE7bfnSd_HTSgyeZ3rh1oS0sQYoqYGiud0u3e2dQt74GzVBZARXTTlMY9q0XXt7GGl_hTDwyAJ2kIXO6_pkpupWZ/s1179/IMG_6409.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="622" data-original-width="1179" height="169" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr6A0D5pmIs-lwBTeoKtWUS_wNJUu1ljeU7h79nlvcY5U_VDLTQt7qH9h89qg8PTNL_0VZNleymCHfQFRk_m_xWvfa6SBp5AXV-H_BrE7bfnSd_HTSgyeZ3rh1oS0sQYoqYGiud0u3e2dQt74GzVBZARXTTlMY9q0XXt7GGl_hTDwyAJ2kIXO6_pkpupWZ/s320/IMG_6409.jpeg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Capital_punishment_in_Japan" target="_blank">Wikipedia</a></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div>⭐️<a href="https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_executions_in_Japan" target="_blank">List of Executions in Japan</a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>101:</div><div>>>61</div><div>If the executioners were recruited from the public, there would be so much competition. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #ffa400; font-size: large;">62:</span></div><div><span style="color: #ffa400; font-size: large;">Let the victims’ families press the buttons. </span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>92: </div><div>Couldn’t they let me do this all alone, at least until I reach my retirement age. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>109:</div><div>If there is a monitor in front of the inmates, then how about letting them play a video game until they die? </div><div>If they got killed by the enemies, that would trigger the trap door switch. </div><div>Let them enjoy the last moments of their lives. That’s the least we could do. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>129:</div><div>Those three people are lucky because they are allowed to go home early on the day of the execution. lol </div><div>But I’ve heard that they all go straight to shrines and temples with the money they have earned from the execution. </div><div><br /></div><div>(Note: Death sentences are normally carried out in the early morning)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>139:</div><div>>>129</div><div>What I’ve heard was they go out and spend all that money on drinking afterwards.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: red;">142:</span></div><div><span style="color: red;">The inmates are led to the death chamber without a previous warning on the morning of the execution, right? </span></div><div><span style="color: red;">They have to spend every day thinking that the next day might be their final day. </span></div><div><span style="color: red;">I would go mad if I were in such a situation. </span></div><div><br /></div><div>Note:</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl1l8YnXxi5Orn5G7cD0fOBGDRhmYTV0RrhbiuSh1INH2PfVmc6_s0tXpXclFmGmfxL_jqrKG6bT6Gn8WFjFK2lUtzaQ0H8u-Mw_2sv3xB_sx5HFUuFkfpHQJluaa4prdyZGrYjfbqgxfL3-AivlLvbJnXpCqVJ_9frT2MotGAodgwGWQZEE8zTLMxLB__/s1596/IMG_6412.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1596" data-original-width="1179" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl1l8YnXxi5Orn5G7cD0fOBGDRhmYTV0RrhbiuSh1INH2PfVmc6_s0tXpXclFmGmfxL_jqrKG6bT6Gn8WFjFK2lUtzaQ0H8u-Mw_2sv3xB_sx5HFUuFkfpHQJluaa4prdyZGrYjfbqgxfL3-AivlLvbJnXpCqVJ_9frT2MotGAodgwGWQZEE8zTLMxLB__/w295-h400/IMG_6412.jpeg" width="295" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Capital_punishment_in_Japan" target="_blank">Wikipedia</a></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div>Link:</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://amp.theguardian.com/world/2021/nov/05/japan-death-row-inmates-sue-over-same-day-notification-of-execution-report" target="_blank">Death row inmates sue over Japan’s brief notice of execution</a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>——————</div><div>More Links:</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://factsanddetails.com/japan/cat22/sub147/item806.html" target="_blank">DEATH PENALTY IN JAPAN: DETAILS OF EXECUTIONS, DEATH ROW AND EXECUTED PRISONERS (Facts and Details)</a></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://mainichi.jp/english/articles/20220219/p2a/00m/0na/029000c" target="_blank">Ex-prison worker in Japan who witnessed execution speaks of shocking experience</a></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://japantoday.com/category/features/kuchikomi/a-look-at-life-on-death-row-in-japan" target="_blank">A look at life on death row in Japan</a></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://japantoday.com/category/features/kuchikomi/does-capital-punishment-make-japan-a-'barbaric'-country" target="_blank">Does capital punishment make Japan a 'barbaric' country?</a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Saya_In_Underworldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02656628145147216545noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2424102700579341189.post-48413643973486762602024-02-17T17:57:00.002+09:002024-02-19T08:17:12.840+09:00Omamori (Amulet)<p><span style="color: #ff00fe;">If you would like to be notified of future posts, follow me on:</span><b><br /></b></p><div><b>My Instagram:</b></div><div><b><a href="https://www.instagram.com/saya_in_underworld" target="_blank">Main</a></b></div><div><b><a href="https://www.instagram.com/lily_piano_yuriko" target="_blank">My Artwork</a></b> </div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>My X:</b></div><div><b><a href="https://twitter.com/Saya_Underworld" target="_blank">Main</a></b></div><div><b><a href="https://twitter.com/Yuri_Lily_Piano?t=G67txvR9oqWhdf99MX8zkg&s=09" target="_blank">My Artwork</a> </b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>❤️Updating Every Saturday Evening (Japan Time)</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-HZAy_22zrYEIBsbQVn_3-GwwvK7zwgWJsfdD_dXne1iPqaD3cMjD48Dq4Rlr0QGT7QJUW5X55cq2MfNDR8clcFCxHnnWA1BGo3U7Yn8vAMcK0thkkYFDmoN4plMVSFdmyAQOz3Xsamde-mslDvsROTBEkgYxjzTr9R10imvGdqbyNfz20Ducxfj4fkvO/s640/IMG_6369.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-HZAy_22zrYEIBsbQVn_3-GwwvK7zwgWJsfdD_dXne1iPqaD3cMjD48Dq4Rlr0QGT7QJUW5X55cq2MfNDR8clcFCxHnnWA1BGo3U7Yn8vAMcK0thkkYFDmoN4plMVSFdmyAQOz3Xsamde-mslDvsROTBEkgYxjzTr9R10imvGdqbyNfz20Ducxfj4fkvO/s320/IMG_6369.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>(Translated and Arranged by Saya)</div><div><br /></div><div><div>This is something that happened to me a long time ago, when my then girlfriend, whom I was together with for a few years, passed away. </div><div><br /></div><div>I was able to keep a few of her belongings as keepsakes, and among them, there was one of the matching pair of stone omamori (Note:<a href="https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Omamori" target="_blank">an amulet</a>) which we bought together. </div><div><br /></div><div>I was sad and depressed, and it took me a long time to recover from the shock of losing her.</div><div><br /></div><div>But about a year after her death, something happened that helped me to finally to let go of the grief and move on. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>One night, I went to sleep but woke up again a little while later. </div><div>I opened my eyes and looked around, but all the things in my room were arranged as they used to be two years ago. </div><div><br /></div><div>My mind was still foggy from sleep, and I was staring confusedly at my room, when my girlfriend walked in through the door. </div><div><br /></div><div>She took out one of our omamori from a drawer, and then smiled at me. </div><div>“You’re ok now, so you don’t need this anymore. Good luck! I’ll be cheering for you.” </div><div>She said, and walked out of the room. </div><div><br /></div><div>I don’t remember exactly what happened right after this, but when I came to, I was back in my usual room.</div><div>Everything in my room was arranged the same way as it was yesterday. </div><div>All was back to normal. </div><div><br /></div><div>I quickly opened the drawer, and found there was only one omamori left in there. </div><div><br /></div><div>I still keep the omamori with me and I will treasure it forever. </div><div><br /></div><div>It has already been seven years since this happened. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>————</div><div>A scary story about Omamori:</div><div><a href="https://sayainunderworld.blogspot.com/2007/08/ikumi.html?m=1" target="_blank">Ikumi</a></div><div><br /></div></div><div>————</div><div>Link:</div><div><a href="https://www.tokyoweekender.com/art_and_culture/japanese-culture/japanese-lucky-charms-the-guide-to-omamori/" target="_blank">A guide to Omamori: A Japanese Lucky Charm </a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Saya_In_Underworldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02656628145147216545noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2424102700579341189.post-78161887016854164802024-02-10T19:13:00.000+09:002024-02-10T19:13:21.961+09:00Hat<p><span style="color: #ff00fe;">If you would like to be notified of future posts, follow me on:</span><b><br /></b></p><div><b>My Instagram:</b></div><div><b><a href="https://www.instagram.com/saya_in_underworld" target="_blank">Main</a></b></div><div><b><a href="https://www.instagram.com/lily_piano_yuriko" target="_blank">My Artwork</a></b> </div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>My X:</b></div><div><b><a href="https://twitter.com/Saya_Underworld" target="_blank">Main</a></b></div><div><b><a href="https://twitter.com/Yuri_Lily_Piano?t=G67txvR9oqWhdf99MX8zkg&s=09" target="_blank">My Artwork</a> </b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>❤️Updating Every Saturday Evening (Japan Time)</b></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgZ-NxV37EmJvIfRZE7l8OLCgaRIoNK7jTyNKbHY5Gr2uSK70CBL0Zai2mcFfyUYSB-2BQhHeM_1MWDqbVL9e0TsYO5EW6W3XvP8dI919rUSGNz8jSLLSVMWM1p-TCN5kAu1va8Wa2aBwMUgCCy5-5jCoGwpcT1I54pbJPWghMAi1nth2a0m4ptrOev6Sb/s1024/IMG_6250.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1024" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgZ-NxV37EmJvIfRZE7l8OLCgaRIoNK7jTyNKbHY5Gr2uSK70CBL0Zai2mcFfyUYSB-2BQhHeM_1MWDqbVL9e0TsYO5EW6W3XvP8dI919rUSGNz8jSLLSVMWM1p-TCN5kAu1va8Wa2aBwMUgCCy5-5jCoGwpcT1I54pbJPWghMAi1nth2a0m4ptrOev6Sb/w200-h200/IMG_6250.jpeg" width="200" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>(Translated and Arranged by Saya)</div><div><br /></div><div><div>I used to work for a machine parts factory.</div><div>One time, I heard a <a href="https://www.nihongomaster.com/blog/senpai-what-it-means-and-how-to-use-it-in-japanese" target="_blank">senpai</a> tell a guy called Yamaue, "don't come to work wearing a stupid hat like that.” </div><div><br /></div><div>I looked in their direction, and saw what looked like a thick pile of black yarn coiled around Yamaue’s head. </div><div><br /></div><div>But Yamaue said, “Huh? I’m not wearing a hat,” feeling his head. </div><div>When I looked at him again, he wasn’t wearing a hat or anything, and both the senpai and I went, “what ?”</div><div><br /></div><div>That day, all morning, every time Yamaue saw someone, the same topic of the hat was brought up, but when the other person looked at him again, he would always be just his usual short-haired self, without a hat. </div><div><br /></div><div>Yamaue of course had no clue as to why people kept talking about a hat to him. </div><div><br /></div><div>And that same afternoon, while working on a machine, Yamaue died by having his head crushed by that machine. </div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>————-</div><div>⭐️Fun video of the week</div><div>A Japanese artisan makes a Noh mask</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/B7bPmVp4LRY" width="320" youtube-src-id="B7bPmVp4LRY"></iframe></div><br /><div><br /></div>Saya_In_Underworldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02656628145147216545noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2424102700579341189.post-89830789792635651332024-02-03T20:09:00.001+09:002024-02-03T20:09:55.476+09:00“Please help us move a grave-like object”… A monk receives a bizarre and mysterious request - Part 9 (FINAL)<p><span style="color: #ff00fe;">If you would like to be notified of future posts, follow me on:</span><b><br /></b></p><div><b>My Instagram:</b></div><div><b><a href="https://www.instagram.com/saya_in_underworld" target="_blank">Main</a></b></div><div><b><a href="https://www.instagram.com/lily_piano_yuriko" target="_blank">My Artwork</a></b> </div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>My X:</b></div><div><b><a href="https://twitter.com/Saya_Underworld" target="_blank">Main</a></b></div><div><b><a href="https://twitter.com/Yuri_Lily_Piano?t=G67txvR9oqWhdf99MX8zkg&s=09" target="_blank">My Artwork</a> </b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>❤️Updating Every Saturday Evening (Japan Time)</b></div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoR7rbf6bod5KAqSmVNMvqOai_BnYHylAhqSY-3W40GCGde41SzW6hj41uNETopw9JHR-cIYuSc6v3Bljz9BDfO_m-jy07ILWYAiu70x23O0TPSlLzAfra3TUI6qoT-R2Wum35AGz-XmyDDEM79gt3A1L7Lk0_VMksG2STPb_af-OXQB_lWiHeUFaXAfrs/s800/IMG_6153.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="600" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoR7rbf6bod5KAqSmVNMvqOai_BnYHylAhqSY-3W40GCGde41SzW6hj41uNETopw9JHR-cIYuSc6v3Bljz9BDfO_m-jy07ILWYAiu70x23O0TPSlLzAfra3TUI6qoT-R2Wum35AGz-XmyDDEM79gt3A1L7Lk0_VMksG2STPb_af-OXQB_lWiHeUFaXAfrs/w300-h400/IMG_6153.jpeg" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Goodbye, Pikachu!</td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div>💖<span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://sayainunderworld.blogspot.com/2023/11/monk-series-table-of-contents.html" target="_blank">READ ALL THE PREVIOUS EPISODES HERE</a></span><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>(Translated and Arranged by Saya)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div><span style="color: #ff00fe;">213(OP): </span></div><div>I forgot to write earlier but after I arrived home, I went to express my gratitude to the principal image straight away. </div><div><br /></div><div>After the bath, I went to bed without having dinner. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>The next day, as I struggled to get my duties done with my tired body, my mind naturally began puzzling over the events of the previous day. </div><div>Who exactly were T san and his wife anyway? </div><div>Were there any crucial facts they had withheld from me, that were the real causes of those strange phenomena? </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I decided to call D san to clear up my questions. </div><div><br /></div><div>There was also another thing I wanted to ask him, which was what made him decide to recommend me to the couple, despite the fact that we hadn’t seen each other for more than three years.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I called his mobile number, and heard rings, but he didn’t answer. </div><div>I called him again a few hours later, but to no avail. It was the same the next day. </div><div>I thought to myself that if he didn’t answer that day and the day after, I would call his office instead. </div><div><br /></div><div>So that day, I tried calling him a few times, and finally got through to him at lunchtime. </div><div>“Moshi moshi, D san? This is ****. It’s been a while.”</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #b4a7d6;">“Huh? You have the wrong number,” </span>it was a woman’s voice that answered. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>“What? This isn’t D san’s phone number?” </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #b4a7d6;">“No, it isn’t.” </span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>“Please accept my apologies.” </div><div>Did I pick up a wrong number by mistake? </div><div>I tried calling him again. </div><div>But the same lady answered…hmm? What’s happening here? </div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #b4a7d6;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #b4a7d6;">“I have used the same number for the past couple of years. Perhaps the person you are looking for has changed his number.”</span></div><div>I see… that would make sense. LOL </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I was ashamed of myself for still being under the influence of the previous incidents and thinking everything had a supernatural cause. </div><div>I apologised to the lady, and then searched for the business card D san gave me before. </div><div><br /></div><div>And I called the main line number of his company, and told the person who answered, “Hello, this is **** calling. May I please speak to D san?” </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #ea9999;">“You would like to speak to D? </span></div><div><span style="color: #ea9999;">Er…, please excuse me, Mr. ****, but may I have your company name?”</span></div><div>The person sounded somewhat suspicious. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #ff00fe;">214 (OP): </span></div><div>“Uh, I am the **** who worked with D san a few years back on the **** project…” </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #ea9999;">“Oh, I do remember you.”</span> Her voice changed back to a normal tone. </div><div><span style="color: #ea9999;">“I am D’s wife. It has been a long time.”</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>“Oh, you are D san’s okusama. I hope you have been well. May I have a word with D san then?”</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #ea9999;">“Oh….er…. I beg your pardon, D passed away about three years ago.” </span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>“!!!”</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #ea9999;">“Moshi moshi ?”</span> (Note: hello? <a href="https://global.japanese-bank.com/learn-japanese/moshi-moshi-how-to-answer-phone-in-japanese/" target="_blank"> the meaning of moshi moshi</a>)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>“Oh, sumimasen, he passed away? I had no idea. I am so sorry. Please forgive me.”</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #ea9999;">“No, it’s fine. You did not receive a postcard from us?”</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>D san had died of heart failure three years ago. </div><div>I felt chills down my spine. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>If that were true, when did he recommend me to T san? </div><div>I was even more confused now. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>So I decided to call T san and ask him when it was that he heard about me from D san. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #93c47d;">216:</span></div><div><span style="color: #93c47d;">>>214</span></div><div><span style="color: #93c47d; font-size: x-large;">WTF….</span></div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>************</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div><span style="color: #ff00fe;">215(OP): </span></div><div>“Moshi moshi, T san, this is bōzu calling (Note: 坊主 bōzu is a very casual way of calling a monk.)”</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">T san:</span></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">“Oh, thank you so much for the other day. </span></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">The atmosphere in our house has changed completely, and I cannot thank you enough.</span></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">Nothing strange has happened since then.</span></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">On the contrary — you know, that smell — the smell of byakudan (Note: sandalwood) Obōsan burned in the garden seems to be still lingering in the air, and now the whole house feels bright and cheerful. </span></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">My wife is extremely grateful for you, too.”</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>“Oh, that’s wonderful. I’m glad to have been of help. But please, I beg you not to tell anyone about what I did. I really don’t have any abilities to deal with such things.”</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">T san: </span></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">“Of course, I promised you that I would never tell anyone, and anyway, this is not something I can casually talk about with anyone. So please, don’t worry. You are the person who saved us. I feel nothing but gratitude for you.”</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>“Well, er…I actually have something I needed to ask you, if that’s alright with you.” </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">T san: </span></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">“Yes? What is it?”</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>“Er… when exactly did D san recommend me to you?” </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">T san:</span></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">“…..” </span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>“Moshi moshi?” </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">T san:</span></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">“Yes.”</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>“Well, when and how did you first hear about me from D san?”</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">T san:</span></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">“Obōsan….”</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>“Yes?”</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">T san:</span></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">“We have solved the problems, haven’t we?</span></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">Can’t we just leave it at that and move on?”</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>“Eh?”</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">T san:</span></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">“You have saved us. Isn’t that enough? </span></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">Let us leave it at that.” </span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>“What…?”</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">T san: </span></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">“Now, you must excuse me. I have to go.”</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #f6b26b; font-size: large;">217:</span></div><div><span style="color: #f6b26b; font-size: large;">What was that all about…? </span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #ff00fe;">219 (OP): </span></div><div>“Wait…”</div><div>He hung up on me. </div><div><br /></div><div>Why? </div><div>What was that just now?</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>As of now, I’m still in confusion. </div><div>On the night of 14th June, the day I started writing down this story, and after I returned home from work, my family told me:</div><div>“There was a call for you during lunchtime, from someone who needed your service. They said they have heard about you through D san.” </div><div>This has confused me even more. </div><div><br /></div><div>It has been two days since we received the call, but I have been unable to get back to them. </div><div>My family keeps saying it would be rude if I didn’t reply soon, but I’m too scared to call back. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>By the way, the three photos I saved in my phone, except for the last photo of the house with crows, turned out to be all black. </div><div>I transferred them to my laptop and increased the contrast but they both remained black.</div><div>So, because of the lack of physical evidence, and also of my status as a monk, I am unable to talk about this with anyone around me. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>This is the first time I have encountered such a bizarre incident. </div><div>Since this story is not a work of fiction, it does not have a definite ending as such.</div><div>Please forgive me that it was long-winded and poorly written, but I hoped, by writing this down, I would hear other people’s opinions on this.</div><div><br /></div><div>Thank you so much for reading it.</div><div><br /></div><div>I would be very happy if you all could share your thoughts on it. Gasshō (合掌 Prayer)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #ffd966;">221:</span></div><div><span style="color: #ffd966;">>>219</span></div><div><span style="color: #ffd966;">Otsukare sama ~ ! (Note: <a href="https://bondlingo.tv/blog/id/how-to-use-the-japanese-phrase-otsukaresama-%E3%81%8A%E7%96%B2%E3%82%8C%E6%A7%98/amp/" target="_blank">Well done, good job</a>)</span></div><div><span style="color: #ffd966;">I looked forward to reading your posts every day! </span></div><div><span style="color: #ffd966;">By the way, I do believe in supernatural beings.</span></div><div><span style="color: #ffd966;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #ffd966;">I wonder if that person at the end was someone impersonating as D san…?</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>220:</div><div>(((;゚Д゚))) …</div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #c27ba0;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #c27ba0;">222:</span></div><div><span style="color: #c27ba0;">Is it unsolved…(((( ;*Д*))))</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>223:</div><div>Ahhh</div><div>How can you leave it unsolved! Dreadful! </div><div>I know it can’t be helped, but it’s still extremely frustrating! </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #76a5af;">225:</span></div><div><span style="color: #76a5af;">D san perhaps appeared in T san’s dream and told him, “this mystery can only be solved by **** san (Obōsan).”</span></div><div><span style="color: #76a5af;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #76a5af;">But if so, there would have been no reason for T san to hide it. He would have simply told Obōsan when he was asked about it on the phone…</span></div><div><span style="color: #76a5af;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #76a5af;">Anyway, otsukare sama. </span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>226:</div><div>So perplexing. Why didn’t T want to tell him?</div><div>Somehow or other, he must have contacted D and spoken to him, and even if it was done in an unusual manner, why would he hide it? </div><div><br /></div><div>I can’t imagine the reason. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #93c47d;">234:</span></div><div><span style="color: #93c47d;">How about this: T san and his wife were actually restless spirits who met D san in the afterworld (?), and asked him to help them, and that was how Obōsan became involved. </span></div><div><span style="color: #93c47d;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #93c47d;">And Obōsan has become famous in the afterworld because of this, and now another spirit is seeking Obōsan’s help so that it can also find its way to heaven. </span></div><div><span style="color: #93c47d;">Wouldn’t this be romantic? </span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>237:</div><div>Depending on how you deal with the call you received on 14th June, we may see another episode of your adventure, perhaps?</div><div><br /></div><div>But for now, otsukare sama for writing down such a long story. </div><div>It must have been hard to recall all the details of your strange experience. </div><div><br /></div><div>I wish you have a peaceful life from now on. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div><div><br /></div><div>——————</div><div>⭐️Video of the Week:</div><div><br /></div><div>A beautiful village, Hakuba </div><div><a href="https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hakuba">https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hakuba</a></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/2mpbOgC1dBs" width="320" youtube-src-id="2mpbOgC1dBs"></iframe></div><br /><div><br /></div>Saya_In_Underworldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02656628145147216545noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2424102700579341189.post-40653065241829893712024-02-03T20:09:00.000+09:002024-02-03T20:09:08.188+09:00Monk Series: All Episodes <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh86EhZW6IQ_aXbuXEBbw9zsfxDHMITDL1B1IXVWnxmn-bcKMdovF5g9JeM-Ni3NTGYx9CV1Qspxw1vFu8rfzuV-0vP-Fq6hSrKy29q8k08MNHC53bE3_AftcDv7R8zUkhPQKFHU-qO22X3OEkuQWzRi6ZI8109k8hsfnXB3JsYr6dvzBSjMNJf_C5rYJoB/s640/IMG_5962.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh86EhZW6IQ_aXbuXEBbw9zsfxDHMITDL1B1IXVWnxmn-bcKMdovF5g9JeM-Ni3NTGYx9CV1Qspxw1vFu8rfzuV-0vP-Fq6hSrKy29q8k08MNHC53bE3_AftcDv7R8zUkhPQKFHU-qO22X3OEkuQWzRi6ZI8109k8hsfnXB3JsYr6dvzBSjMNJf_C5rYJoB/s320/IMG_5962.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://sayainunderworld.blogspot.com/2023/11/please-help-us-move-grave-like-object.html?m=1" target="_blank">Part One</a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://sayainunderworld.blogspot.com/2023/12/please-help-us-move-grave-like-object.html" target="_blank">Part Two </a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://sayainunderworld.blogspot.com/2023/12/please-help-us-move-grave-like-object_9.html" target="_blank">Part Three</a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://sayainunderworld.blogspot.com/2023/12/please-help-us-move-grave-like-object_16.html" target="_blank">Part Four</a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://sayainunderworld.blogspot.com/2023/12/please-help-us-move-grave-like-object_23.html" target="_blank">Part Five </a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://sayainunderworld.blogspot.com/2024/01/please-help-us-move-grave-like-object.html" target="_blank">Part Six </a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://sayainunderworld.blogspot.com/2024/01/please-help-us-move-grave-like-object_20.html" target="_blank">Part Seven</a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://sayainunderworld.blogspot.com/2024/01/please-help-us-move-grave-like-object_27.html" target="_blank">Part Eight</a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://sayainunderworld.blogspot.com/2024/02/please-help-us-move-grave-like-object.html" target="_blank">Final Episode </a></div><div><br /></div>Saya_In_Underworldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02656628145147216545noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2424102700579341189.post-29292102423331544492024-01-27T19:05:00.002+09:002024-01-30T20:15:33.738+09:00“Please help us move a grave-like object”… A monk receives a bizarre and mysterious request - Part 8<p><span style="color: #ff00fe;">If you would like to be notified of future posts, follow me on:</span><b><br /></b></p><div><b>My Instagram:</b></div><div><b><a href="https://www.instagram.com/saya_in_underworld" target="_blank">Main</a></b></div><div><b><a href="https://www.instagram.com/lily_piano_yuriko" target="_blank">My Artwork</a></b> </div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>My X:</b></div><div><b><a href="https://twitter.com/Saya_Underworld" target="_blank">Main</a></b></div><div><b><a href="https://twitter.com/Yuri_Lily_Piano?t=G67txvR9oqWhdf99MX8zkg&s=09" target="_blank">My Artwork</a> </b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>❤️Updating Every Saturday Evening (Japan Time)</b></div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfD1a2qcmgcS1wZXnkftUUuMqmNGBAhtxc8EvEsZ-cyjfrAg1dWMpcjj59Lv5lqRUIPg570pPTPc5FCQyt0fWzLH3gN7qkxWCVwn4pBtfdOh1DGdmBGz3wgHQOHelmHlOwXfoi85DsjXU2HkRd_sr4Layhhyt7CaZ5coi_1diQn9yfVBQrjkpn4s_dbwir/s659/IMG_6089.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="465" data-original-width="659" height="226" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfD1a2qcmgcS1wZXnkftUUuMqmNGBAhtxc8EvEsZ-cyjfrAg1dWMpcjj59Lv5lqRUIPg570pPTPc5FCQyt0fWzLH3gN7qkxWCVwn4pBtfdOh1DGdmBGz3wgHQOHelmHlOwXfoi85DsjXU2HkRd_sr4Layhhyt7CaZ5coi_1diQn9yfVBQrjkpn4s_dbwir/s320/IMG_6089.jpeg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Philosopher Enryō Inoue, aka Dr. Yōkai</td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>⭐️<span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://sayainunderworld.blogspot.com/2023/11/monk-series-table-of-contents.html" target="_blank">READ PREVIOUS EPISODES FROM HERE</a></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>(Translated and Arranged by Saya)</div><div><br /></div><div><div>A great senpai monk of the same school once said, “there are 4 types of <i>Kai</i> (Note: Kai 怪 here means occult phenomena) : <i>Gikai</i> (偽怪 fake, artificially created Kai), <i>Gokai</i> (誤怪 an occurrence mistaken as Kai when it is not actually Kai), <i>Kakai</i> (仮怪 Kai born out of fear and misunderstanding) and <i>Shinkai</i> (真怪 True Kai. Real occult phenomena). 1️⃣</div><div><br /></div><div>I was starting to wonder which of these that I had just experienced. </div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>———</div><div>Note:</div><div>1️⃣This is a classification devised by the philosopher Enryō Inoue (井上円了), also known as Yōkai Hakase (妖怪博士 Dr. Yōkai), photographed at the top of the post. </div><div><br /></div><div>Links:</div><div><a href="https://www.ndl.go.jp/portrait/e/datas/6009/">https://www.ndl.go.jp/portrait/e/datas/6009/</a></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Inoue_Enryō">https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Inoue_Enryō</a></div><div><br /></div><div>———</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>It seemed pointless to search for an answer when there appeared to be none, and I told myself this was reality and not a novel or film, but I couldn’t shake off the feeling that there was more to it than meets the eye. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>T san and Okusama showered me with words of gratitude, and kindly offered me to stay overnight at their house so that they could treat me for dinner; but since I already had a plan to for the following day, I politely declined it and told them I must return home that day. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>It had been such a long day… but was it really over?</div><div>So many thoughts flickered through my mind. I even shared some of my concerns with the couple before leaving the house.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>The couple and I had plenty of time to talk during the ride home. </div><div>The sun was still up and it gave me an opportunity to observe the surrounding area again from different angles. </div><div><br /></div><div>After a while, a house came into view, which was the first “neighbouring” house we encountered. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>“What’s that.…!?”</div><div>I yelled in spite of myself. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">“Huh?”</span></div><div>T san slammed on brakes and the car stopped. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">T san: </span></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">“Obōsan, are you ok? What’s happened?”</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>“Look at the roof of that house!”</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #c27ba0;">Okusama:</span></div><div><span style="color: #c27ba0;">“Ahhh!!”</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>An abnormally large flock of crows perched on the roof of the house. </div><div><br /></div><div>I had never seen such a large number of crows gathered together in one place like that in my entire life. </div><div><br /></div><div>It was such a strikingly odd sight that I felt impelled to take a picture of it. </div><div>However, the moment I rolled down the window, most of the crows somehow took fright and flew away, although I hadn’t made any noise. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">T san:</span></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">“Does that have anything to do with us?”</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>“I’m not sure… but they have flown away, and it’s not your house, so I suppose it’s fine.”</div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieYYU_b7FUd391Yo5QI-1Xis6qxskcbmO1uC5NIbRUnoDNqW1hF5Qb22fAFsn9cWpTHmb6z_3AAebqIHnaP-spntGgZCalUTk_MZ5NKUti2DCvun0T90Ib6866-0C2JEqarl8O_Xopn6XqXB9Gr3F2MBhHJ7yJpMHWsEdh8DLXbdsc5wJm00N5QSD0eS4A/s1280/IMG_6090.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="720" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieYYU_b7FUd391Yo5QI-1Xis6qxskcbmO1uC5NIbRUnoDNqW1hF5Qb22fAFsn9cWpTHmb6z_3AAebqIHnaP-spntGgZCalUTk_MZ5NKUti2DCvun0T90Ib6866-0C2JEqarl8O_Xopn6XqXB9Gr3F2MBhHJ7yJpMHWsEdh8DLXbdsc5wJm00N5QSD0eS4A/w225-h400/IMG_6090.jpeg" width="225" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Photo credit to <a href="http://world-fusigi.net/" target="_blank">不思議ネット</a></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div>(Note: This photo was not originally posted on the thread, but obtained directly from the monk by an administrator of an occult curation website who privately contacted the monk. The monk, apparently, only managed to take this photo after most of the crows had flown away.)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #b4a7d6;">209:</span></div><div><span style="color: #b4a7d6;">Either those spirits had gone over to the house,</span></div><div><span style="color: #b4a7d6;">Or that neighbour had put some sort of curse on T san which rebounded on themselves. </span></div><div><span style="color: #b4a7d6;">Or perhaps they really have nothing to do with it. </span></div><div><span style="color: #b4a7d6;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #b4a7d6;">I’m curious as to what the truth is.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #93c47d;">210:</span></div><div><span style="color: #93c47d;">>>208</span></div><div><span style="color: #93c47d;">>>209</span></div><div><span style="color: #93c47d;">I was thinking exactly the same thing.</span></div><div><span style="color: #93c47d;">Perhaps a neighbour who didn’t want any outsiders living in the area was sending their ikiryō 2️⃣ over to T san…?</span></div><div><br /></div><div>———</div><div>Note:</div><div>2️⃣ikiryō (生霊) is a disembodied spirit or ghost that leaves the body of a living person and subsequently haunts other people or places, sometimes across great distances. </div><div><a href="https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ikiryō">https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ikiryō</a></div><div><br /></div><div>———</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #ff00fe;">211 (OP):</span></div><div>Right after I finished saying it, I exclaimed, “Ah!” again. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Both T san and Okusama cried out, <span style="color: #f6b26b;">“what’s wrong?”</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>“Sumimasen, my phone suddenly rang (it started vibrating) and it scared me. I easily get scared.”</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>T san and Okusama chuckled. </div><div>But I wasn’t trying to loosen them up or anything. </div><div>Suddenly, email after email started coming in. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I had many missed calls too. And many text messages…</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Why was I not able to receive them while I was in T san’s house? </div><div>I wondered, and asked the couple, “er, your house isn’t outside the mobile coverage area, is it?” </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">T san: </span></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">“Of course not (lol) if that was the case, how could I have called you (lol) ?”</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>“Hahaha, yes, of course. Sumimasen.”</div><div>I hesitated to listen to recorded messages in the car, so I opened the emails instead. </div><div>They were all from my family. </div><div><br /></div><div>I had only told them roughly how long this work might take, and in actual fact it had taken much longer than other usual Buddhist services. And moreover, their calls had never gotten through to me, so they were very worried.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I sent a reply to them saying, the reason it was taking so long was that I had come to the furthest end of the prefecture, and now I was on my way home. </div><div>I had no intention of telling them anything about the bizarre occurrences that I had experienced, for fear of making them worry unnecessarily.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I arrived home safely, and the couple again thanked me profusely before leaving.</div><div>I told them, “should you encounter any troubles, please don’t hesitate to contact me again,” but I sincerely hoped nothing would ever happen again. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>That night I was so worn out to the point that I fell asleep while taking a bath. </div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmqGLwLvJpn9MW9eGq4hGSym7H4Da-x-7CyEsoJEEk0Qh2w0mUQsyQksMh4m6DnAzM8Eh7S7pGv-tuAo4Rv2UtJ36bIY1d0Lurkq2itNC-qNE1xm5-gngYGe8q8ZAYDhI8UAyHVmLFHLY1Hs5RoxCr5-lO1OUFdyreZarGXclttZ50ChFVUmxWbEqd7ce9/s679/IMG_6092.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="452" data-original-width="679" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmqGLwLvJpn9MW9eGq4hGSym7H4Da-x-7CyEsoJEEk0Qh2w0mUQsyQksMh4m6DnAzM8Eh7S7pGv-tuAo4Rv2UtJ36bIY1d0Lurkq2itNC-qNE1xm5-gngYGe8q8ZAYDhI8UAyHVmLFHLY1Hs5RoxCr5-lO1OUFdyreZarGXclttZ50ChFVUmxWbEqd7ce9/s320/IMG_6092.jpeg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A traditional Japanese bath tub made of the aromatic wood, <a href="https://tsukiita.jp/en/smarts/index/93/detail=1/b_id=100000007/r_id=1/" target="_blank">Hinoki</a></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Saya_In_Underworldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02656628145147216545noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2424102700579341189.post-15274907376301165442024-01-20T20:46:00.003+09:002024-01-20T21:05:23.586+09:00“Please help us move a grave-like object”… A monk receives a bizarre and mysterious request - Part 7<p><span style="color: #ff00fe;">If you would like to be notified of future posts, follow me on:</span><b><br /></b></p><div><b>My Instagram:</b></div><div><b><a href="https://www.instagram.com/saya_in_underworld" target="_blank">Main</a></b></div><div><b><a href="https://www.instagram.com/lily_piano_yuriko" target="_blank">My Artwork</a></b> </div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>My X:</b></div><div><b><a href="https://twitter.com/Saya_Underworld" target="_blank">Main</a></b></div><div><b><a href="https://twitter.com/Yuri_Lily_Piano?t=G67txvR9oqWhdf99MX8zkg&s=09" target="_blank">My Artwork</a> </b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>❤️Updating Every Saturday Evening (Japan Time)</b></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_m0tYCl-epCl4Qq1bI7pN1WSBKse_npECA0fpbCgvH6qb-T5PyNclmr12b2Z6t59za0hS604GPMX925btFK8TA04b22YhOBFnUslFalagnwCS5aohAexw0nFxQjBJ9kbEAfniDgtEs8r9PNWi885BnOXu0PGZ3nN7WZiv45E5rGpfZgwCu1uEiwqbJBe5/s600/IMG_6054.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="600" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_m0tYCl-epCl4Qq1bI7pN1WSBKse_npECA0fpbCgvH6qb-T5PyNclmr12b2Z6t59za0hS604GPMX925btFK8TA04b22YhOBFnUslFalagnwCS5aohAexw0nFxQjBJ9kbEAfniDgtEs8r9PNWi885BnOXu0PGZ3nN7WZiv45E5rGpfZgwCu1uEiwqbJBe5/s320/IMG_6054.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>(Translated and Arranged by Saya)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>😊<a href="https://sayainunderworld.blogspot.com/2023/11/monk-series-table-of-contents.html" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: large;">PLEASE READ THE PREVIOUS EPISODES FROM HERE</span></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div><span style="color: #ff00fe;">202 (OP): </span></div><div>Konbanwa (Note: Good evening). I will write as much as I can today, so that I can finish the story, once and for all. </div><div>But please forgive me if I still take a break here and there. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>“Uh… so, could you please explain to me exactly what has been happening upstairs and the problems you are facing..?”</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">T san:</span></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">“Yes…sumimasen… It began, as I said, from around the time after we had the barbecue in the garden. </span></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">At first — right now, we are sleeping in that room down the corridor but — we used to sleep in the room upstairs with a window overlooking the sea. It has such a great view… and after the barbecue, one day, we felt a presence — we first thought it was a person, and I wish it was. </span></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">In fact, what suddenly appeared in the room, out of nowhere, was that object which look like a grave. We were sleeping at the time, and it was floating in mid-air.”</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>“Floating, you say?”</div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">T san:</span></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">“Yes… I think it’s best if you see it with your own eyes. It’s hard to explain but, it was like a computer generated image in a Sci-Fi movie, so to speak… the grave-like object was floating in mid-air in the middle of the room. </span></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">We were just so astonished, and not only because it was floating.</span></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">We heard some strange sounds or voices coming </span><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">out of it.”</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #c27ba0;">Okusama:</span></div><div><span style="color: #c27ba0;">“Yes, and there is more. Not only the sounds and voice, but also an entity that looks like a person comes out of it.</span></div><div><span style="color: #c27ba0;">Well, ‘comes out’ might not be the right word… it sort of slowly appears out of thin air like this (stretching both arms out in front of her), and sometimes it even comes downstairs .”</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">T san:</span></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">“We are telling you the truth.”</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>“Yes, of course. Please don’t worry. I’m at the point where I’m ready to believe anything you say. </div><div>So, how big and what shape is it?”</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #ff00fe;">203(OP): </span></div><div>“If possible, could you please draw it for me on a piece of paper or something?”</div><div><br /></div><div>Okusama went to fetch a pen and paper, and T san made a drawing of it. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">T san: </span></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">“It sort of looks like this…. Isn’t that right?”</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #c27ba0;">Okusama: </span></div><div><span style="color: #c27ba0;">“Yes, it looks like this, and the size is, well, about this big (drawing the shape of a square in the air with both hands) I think.”</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>The shape T san drew on the paper was made up of rectangles and squares, which altogether did resemble a gravestone. The size looked about 30 ~ 40 cm on all sides. </div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdfOU3vZf_sya4i6M9G7wJC4x14TV89fW-UllqnT7LxJm0DPHHkYmQl-aGPQAy-UI__nHzoZIAuj8ELu27NtqlA-EwHjhrN7RS_jf2q-2iLJlCOTxEKrHTku_RQVLb9gMjItmiF_9kC7n_ah620CL6Zjrf93lSG_E2qIwJJxL1sMzC6XaWy5lIuUSvskLZ/s394/IMG_5985.png" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="394" data-original-width="317" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdfOU3vZf_sya4i6M9G7wJC4x14TV89fW-UllqnT7LxJm0DPHHkYmQl-aGPQAy-UI__nHzoZIAuj8ELu27NtqlA-EwHjhrN7RS_jf2q-2iLJlCOTxEKrHTku_RQVLb9gMjItmiF_9kC7n_ah620CL6Zjrf93lSG_E2qIwJJxL1sMzC6XaWy5lIuUSvskLZ/s320/IMG_5985.png" width="257" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A Japanese style gravestone </td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>“And what are the unpleasant things that are happening because of this?”</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">T san:</span></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">“The very existence of itself is unpleasant. Imagine how it would feel to have such a thing in your room, and floating at that. </span></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">What is more, you hear strange sounds and voices keep coming out of it.” </span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>“No physical pain or suffering of any kind?”</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">T san:</span></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">“Come to think of it, no, but we feel so much stress. We are suffering so much mentally.”</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #c27ba0;">Okusama:</span></div><div><span style="color: #c27ba0;">“So that’s why we have not been upstairs for nearly half a year. We are just too scared to go up there.”</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>“I understand…. Well, I don’t actually, but let us go upstairs anyway. </div><div>But to be perfectly honest with you, there is no guarantee that they will be anything I can do to help you with this.</div><div>By the way, have you ever told anyone about this besides me?”</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">T san: </span></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">“No, we have told a few other people about the bones, but you are the first person we have confided in about everything.”</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>All three of us then walked over to the staircase that led to the second floor.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #ff00fe;">204 (OP): </span></div><div>It seemed my heightened nervousness was playing tricks on my mind. </div><div>When I arrived at the bottom of the stairs, I suddenly had a flashback of an episode from “True Horror Stories (Note: a TV series), in which a person at the bottom of some stairs perceives a woman in a white dress come down, but no matter how long the person waits, he can never see her from her chest upwards, although there is no doubt that she is walking down the stairs — the story was entitled as “a woman with an unusually long upper body.” </div><div><br /></div><div>Yes, I was definitely frightened — noticing my mind fall into such a state was amusing and it almost made me smile.</div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">“OK, let’s go upstairs,”</span> T san said, and led the way, while Okusama and I followed him from behind. </div><div><br /></div><div>I had already decided that I would do what I had done in the garden straight away if anything happened. </div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>****************</div><div><br /></div><div><div><span style="color: #ff00fe;">205(OP): </span></div><div>As soon as T san arrived at the top of the stairs, he cried out:</div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">“Oh! It has changed!”</span></div><div><br /></div><div>“What? What has changed?”</div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">T san:</span></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">“It looks more distinct than before. Isn’t that so?”</span></div><div>He glanced at his wife. Okusama agreed with him, saying:</div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #c27ba0;">“Yes, certainly. It wasn’t like that before. </span></div><div><span style="color: #c27ba0;">It used to look kind of more blurry…”</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I entered the room after them. </div><div>What I saw then, literally floating in mid air, was an object which looked nothing like the gravestone that Tsan had drawn for me; but rather, it bore a strong resemblance to a chrysalis of a moth or a butterfly. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>“True. The shape has changed so much that it’s totally different from the drawing you made earlier…”</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Hearing that, T san and Okusama both went:</div><div><span style="color: #f6b26b;">“Eh?”</span></div><div><br /></div><div>“What?”</div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">T san:</span></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">“No, it still looks exactly the same as the drawing. Is it not appearing to you as a grave-like object?”</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>“Eh?”</div><div>How could this happen?</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>“Er… I see a sort of a chrysalis of a moth or a butterfly, with some patterns on it.”</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>T san and Okusama:</div><div><span style="color: #f6b26b;">“What?”</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>The same phenomenon that we experienced with the man in workwear was happening to us again. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #ff00fe;">206(OP): </span></div><div>I felt there was no point in trying to figure out the cause of the phenomenon under the present circumstances, so I said:</div><div>“Please let me take a picture,” and took out my mobile.</div><div>(I forgot to write this but at the time I was still using a normal mobile phone, not a smartphone, made in 2014.) </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I didn’t think it was possible to take a picture of it, but the shutter did make the click sound.</div><div>However, as soon as my phone clicked, the chrysalis started vibrating. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">T san:</span></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">“Oh!”</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #c27ba0;">Okusama:</span></div><div><span style="color: #c27ba0;">“Ahhh!”</span></div><div><br /></div><div>It appeared that the thing had undergone some sort of transformation in their eyes too. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Hurriedly putting the mobile back into my robe, I held my prayer beads with my palms pressed together, just like I had done in the garden, while keeping the dokkosho in place by both thumbs; and I chanted the myogo and called the name of the principal image in Sanskrit. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Some moments later, we heard the loud <i>Bang!</i> and felt an intense vibration such as the one I had experienced when I first entered the sitting room, and soon my nose caught a waft of foul odour in the air. </div><div><br /></div><div>“It stinks…” I thought, as I continued chanting, and T san said: </div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">“Obōsan, something is smelling so bad. What a horrid smell!”</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I wasn’t sure if I was doing the right thing or not, but I was definitely causing the thing to react in some way.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #ff00fe;">207(OP):</span></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">“Kusai (Note: it stinks)”</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #c27ba0;">“Kusai.”</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>T san and Okusama said, over and over again. </div><div>But they didn’t try to run away.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Meanwhile, the loud <i>Bang! </i>sounds and vibrations continued.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I couldn’t have known what were the right ways of dealing with it, so I just kept on chanting. </div><div>It felt like this situation lasted for about five minutes, even though the time must have been much shorter, but it still felt so long to me.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>As I focused more and more on chanting, I closed my eyes and brought up the principal image in my mind’s eye, praying fervently, not with the intention to vanquish some evil spirit, but with the sincere hope to help a poor soul find eternal peace. </div><div><br /></div><div>Then, still with my eyes closed, I felt the space surrounding me tangibly twist and warp.</div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">“Oh! Disappeared! Obōsan, it disappeared!” </span></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">T san shouted. </span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Relieved, I opened my eyes to find T san and Okusama holding hands and hopping together. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #c27ba0;">Okusama:</span></div><div><span style="color: #c27ba0;">“Ah… it has turned into such a sweet scent…”</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">T san:</span></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">“True… amazing…”</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>This is just my guess, but I think it was the scent of byakudan (Note: sandalwood) that I had burned in the garden. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Okusama, while muttering<span style="color: #c27ba0;">“what a lovely scent”</span> to herself, began to open all the windows in the room. </div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #c27ba0;">“I’m sorry that I have to open the windows when we have such a lovely scent in here.</span></div><div><span style="color: #c27ba0;">But it has been nearly half a year since we last opened them.” </span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">“Obōsan, thank you so much for everything. I’m at a loss for words… you’re simply amazing,” </span>T san offered his hand. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>“Uh, no, just as I explained, it’s a fluke. I was only lucky. </div><div>So please don’t start imagining that I have some special abilities or something.”</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">T san:</span></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">“But the fact is you have single-handedly cleared up the problems in the garden and this room, and ended our misery.”</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>“Well…in my humble opinion… in our school’s doctrines, the conception of ‘vanquishing evil’ does not exist. So, in the garden, as well as in this room, I only prayed so that those souls may all find their ways to Jōdo (Note: Buddhist heaven) and rest in eternal peace. Perhaps that has turned out to be the right thing to do — so, could both of you please pray with me again, for the repose of their souls?”</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I said, and we again performed the same kind of ritual we had done for the garden.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>(To Be Continued….)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div><div>————</div><div>⭐️My Fun Experience of the Week: 😆</div><div>On X </div><div><a href="https://x.com/saya_underworld/status/1748130743325544920?s=46">https://x.com/saya_underworld/status/1748130743325544920?s=46</a></div><div><br /></div><div>On Instagram </div><div><a href="https://www.instagram.com/p/C2QsXzChUhG/?igsh=bXY4Y21mMm5yc2hn">https://www.instagram.com/p/C2QsXzChUhG/?igsh=bXY4Y21mMm5yc2hn</a></div>Saya_In_Underworldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02656628145147216545noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2424102700579341189.post-26872600970950258502024-01-13T19:19:00.003+09:002024-01-30T22:00:37.337+09:00“Please help us move a grave-like object”… A monk receives a bizarre and mysterious request - Part 6<p><span style="color: #ff00fe;">If you would like to be notified of future posts, follow me on:</span><b><br /></b></p><div><b>My Instagram:</b></div><div><b><a href="https://www.instagram.com/saya_in_underworld" target="_blank">Main</a></b></div><div><b><a href="https://www.instagram.com/lily_piano_yuriko" target="_blank">My Artwork</a></b> </div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>My X:</b></div><div><b><a href="https://twitter.com/Saya_Underworld" target="_blank">Main</a></b></div><div><b><a href="https://twitter.com/Yuri_Lily_Piano?t=G67txvR9oqWhdf99MX8zkg&s=09" target="_blank">My Artwork</a> </b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>❤️Updating Every Saturday Evening (Japan Time)</b></div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9t7bFYjdvjCsAIvkrvUtlJieW8k4sNrCLwvaQsPFLB-bNTIs5qaKF_r8Q9FaFN9QXS3Nvz44FUQb1HWwKUlVbJKl8FM4LAADFxe4ZX1s1k9WULyBBMCiO6xXbgyIkI5m0oArH0zAmIISkcE20Xeth9bjwuJyaCD8emduDvIiJHlq2qEcKWTM8wS9_qh2X/s1024/IMG_5961.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="768" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9t7bFYjdvjCsAIvkrvUtlJieW8k4sNrCLwvaQsPFLB-bNTIs5qaKF_r8Q9FaFN9QXS3Nvz44FUQb1HWwKUlVbJKl8FM4LAADFxe4ZX1s1k9WULyBBMCiO6xXbgyIkI5m0oArH0zAmIISkcE20Xeth9bjwuJyaCD8emduDvIiJHlq2qEcKWTM8wS9_qh2X/s320/IMG_5961.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I wish I could do this but it doesn’t snow much in my area🥲 </td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div>⭐️<a href="https://sayainunderworld.blogspot.com/2023/11/monk-series-table-of-contents.html" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: large;">READ THE PREVIOUS EPISODES FROM HERE!</span></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>(Translated and Arranged by Saya)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div><span style="color: #ff00fe;">194 (OP):</span></div><div>“Wait a minute… Wasn’t that what’s happened in the garden just now?” </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">T san: </span></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">“Sumimasen that was only one of the phenomena .”</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>“What? But those bones, and the man…?”</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">T san: </span></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">“Sure…. But it’s obvious that none of them was a grave-like object… that was sort of a dumping ground for bones….” </span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>“Huh? So what is it then?” </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #c27ba0;">Okusama: </span></div><div><span style="color: #c27ba0;">“I’m so sorry. The grave-like object is on the second floor.”</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Whaaaaaaaaaaat!!!???</div><div>That can’t be true!!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>I’d already had a bellyful of strange experiences earlier…. I had done my very best up to now, even though I was a person who would easily get scared and had never trained as an exorcist… </div><div>Would I be able to go home with my head still attached to my body…? </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I think they read my thoughts from my facial expression.</div><div>T san dropped to his knees, almost prostrating himself on the ground: </div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">“Please, you saved us earlier, and you can surely save us again.” </span></div><div><br /></div><div>“No… I mean… er…. Just as I said before…that was just a fluke…”</div><div><br /></div><div>Can this be real …? Perhaps I am dreaming…</div><div>My mind was refusing to face the reality.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #ff00fe;">195 (OP):</span></div><div>I remembered then how T san had said “it’s one of them” when we were talking about the garden…</div><div>“Uh…I would like you to be honest with me and tell me everything. So we have the bones, and the thing upstairs— is there anything else?”</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">T san: </span></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">“No, all that is left to do is — I mean, what we really wanted you to do was deal with the thing upstairs. That’s it. That man appeared right after Obōsan arrived, so we had no time to explain about the second floor. My sincere apologies.” </span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>“But, from what you told me, the strange phenomena started happening after you dug up the bones in the garden…”</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #c27ba0;">Okusama:</span></div><div><span style="color: #c27ba0;">“Yes, that’s right. The thing upstairs started appearing right after that too…”</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>“If that is the case, it might already be gone by now.”</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">T san:</span></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">“I hope so, too. But I would like you to come with us to the second floor to make sure it’s really ok again.”</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>“Please hold on a second. First, you need to give me more information about the phenomena related to the second floor.”</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">T san:</span></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">“Oh, of course…”</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>“And this may be presumptuous of me to say this to you but — have you never considered moving out of the house? Even someone like me, who is a monk, is frightened of this. I seriously think moving house would be the best option for you.”</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">T san: </span></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">“…..”</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #c27ba0;">Okusama:</span></div><div><span style="color: #c27ba0;">“Sumimasen…”</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>“Er…sorry, I said too much…please do forgive me.”</div><div>I could feel that I was becoming more and more mentally unstable. I felt a strange irritation that I normally never felt.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #ff00fe;">197(OP): </span></div><div>“T san, there is something you told me in the car that has been bothering me.”</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">T san:</span></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">“Sure, what is it ?”</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>“Well…You two live alone, without children, and there are no other houses around — yet, you told me that you were “afraid of being overheard.” Does that have anything to do with the thing upstairs?”</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">T san:</span></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">“……yes.”</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>“Okusan, I also have a question for you, related to something you said about the garden.”</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #c27ba0;">Okusama:</span></div><div><span style="color: #c27ba0;">“…..please, say it.”</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>“When we were having a discussion about whether the man was wearing a T shirt or not, you said ‘in the case of the man, I always see him wearing a T-shirt.’” (Note: <a href="https://sayainunderworld.blogspot.com/2023/12/please-help-us-move-grave-like-object_16.html?m=1" target="_blank">see part 4</a>)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #c27ba0;">Okusama:</span></div><div><span style="color: #c27ba0;">“……yes.”</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>“Does that mean there is some other humanoid entity upstairs, besides the man we saw earlier?”</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #c27ba0;">Okusama:</span></div><div><span style="color: #c27ba0;">“……yes, although it doesn’t only happen upstairs now… but, especially upstairs, sumimasen.”</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Hmmmm, will I really be able to sort this out… I thought, but on the other hand, I was becoming increasingly annoyed, which somehow brought about in me a renewed determination and a sense of mission to see this through to the end.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #ff00fe;">198(OP): </span></div><div>I was hoping to continue for longer, but I have some preparation to do for tomorrow, so please forgive me for taking a break again halfway through the story. </div><div>I think at this rate I might be able to finish it tomorrow. </div><div>I’m sorry again that the narrative is getting so long. </div><div><a href="https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gassho" target="_blank">Gasshō</a> (Note: 合掌. hands pressed together in prayer). </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #f6b26b;">199:</span></div><div><span style="color: #f6b26b;">>>198</span></div><div><span style="color: #f6b26b;">Otsukare (Note: <a href="https://justalittlejapanese.com/post-396/" target="_blank">お疲れ, meaning well done, good work</a>)</span></div><div><span style="color: #f6b26b;">I’m looking forward to your next post.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #93c47d;">201:</span></div><div><span style="color: #93c47d;">Finally catching up.</span></div><div><span style="color: #93c47d;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #93c47d;">>>198</span></div><div><span style="color: #93c47d;">Ultra exciting ~~~~! ww (Note: w is equivalent to lol in English)</span></div><div><span style="color: #93c47d;">But this will end tomorrow? So sad. </span></div><div><span style="color: #93c47d;">If you have any other stories, I’d love to read them.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>—————-</div><div>⭐️Video of the Week </div><div><br /></div><div>Shima Enaga, a very cute little bird often referred to as “snow fairy,” filmed in Hokkaido! </div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/zK7XtpuLn5E" width="320" youtube-src-id="zK7XtpuLn5E"></iframe></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Saya_In_Underworldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02656628145147216545noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2424102700579341189.post-1757129569816174452023-12-30T18:55:00.001+09:002023-12-30T20:23:22.786+09:00Three Wishes<p><span style="color: #ff00fe;">If you would like to be notified of future posts, follow me on:</span><b><br /></b></p><div><b>My Instagram:</b></div><div><b><a href="https://www.instagram.com/saya_in_underworld" target="_blank">Main</a></b></div><div><b><a href="https://www.instagram.com/lily_piano_yuriko" target="_blank">My Artwork</a></b> </div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>My X:</b></div><div><b><a href="https://twitter.com/Saya_Underworld" target="_blank">Main</a></b></div><div><b><a href="https://twitter.com/Yuri_Lily_Piano?t=G67txvR9oqWhdf99MX8zkg&s=09" target="_blank">My Artwork</a> </b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQQv2rwom4dsAyRz4-oejG4Q_u7ONAxLWEItRtJN4rd5lodTyXpPGeYPmI5QsN64EvC0xz6C92bzdff3d1oG1In6ZSUmj9C5zHkBr7_IV75WlkI0w1nWCquUYa7UfK5rrDh6wkDxYxySmcpBJO3FvsP1fg4qNlOcJ5yDByFXJtIFwMPEq0wg77WrIl3KU2/s510/IMG_5768.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="510" data-original-width="400" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQQv2rwom4dsAyRz4-oejG4Q_u7ONAxLWEItRtJN4rd5lodTyXpPGeYPmI5QsN64EvC0xz6C92bzdff3d1oG1In6ZSUmj9C5zHkBr7_IV75WlkI0w1nWCquUYa7UfK5rrDh6wkDxYxySmcpBJO3FvsP1fg4qNlOcJ5yDByFXJtIFwMPEq0wg77WrIl3KU2/s320/IMG_5768.jpeg" width="251" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Funny English textbook lol</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>❤️Updating<strike> Every Saturday Evening (Japan Time)</strike></b></div><div><b><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">SATURDAY 13th JANUARY </span></b></div><div><br /></div><div>(Translated and Arranged by Saya)</div><div><br /></div><div><div>There was once a man, who had been betrayed by his best friend and lost all his money, and after immersing himself in a self-destructive lifestyle, finally fell ill. </div><div>He had not long to live, and was lying in bed, sad and all alone. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>One night, suddenly, a fairy appeared in front of him. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>“Please tell me your three wishes. They can be anything you want.”</div><div>The beautiful, shining fairy said to him, smiling. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>The man immediately replied:</div><div>“I want friendship, money and health!”</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>“Friendship, money and health? I see. </div><div>I will pass your message on to kami-sama (god).” </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>“Thank you! Thank you so much! I don’t know how to express my gratitude…” </div><div>The man was so grateful that he broke down in tears. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>“You’re very welcome,” </div><div>The fairy made a polite bow.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>“Thank <i>you</i> for answering our questionnaire.” </div><div><br /></div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>———————-</div><div>⭐️News of the Week</div><div><br /></div><div>I had this <a href="https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kuzumochi" target="_blank">kuzu mochi</a> from a shop near <a href="https://www.kawasakidaishi.com/english/" target="_blank">Kawasaki Daishi Temple </a>this morning ~ 😆</div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1xEF6F_RIxWALueJzNpwISePHuX3hvzOCtPnMS-0ZkuQQ12k6VXc8nPvEx7L93zQrH95AgbhA4AJZOEA726_yc-B_XPqi2eh0vMY3lYMQPQ6MADFdfh9B5R9yBvT3QICgBRVoNoxtP7_uvFworxjQTIidaDlfuvr2TpiZb4QcOq49ikDhzH89s6zd-Ph3/s4032/IMG_5756.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1xEF6F_RIxWALueJzNpwISePHuX3hvzOCtPnMS-0ZkuQQ12k6VXc8nPvEx7L93zQrH95AgbhA4AJZOEA726_yc-B_XPqi2eh0vMY3lYMQPQ6MADFdfh9B5R9yBvT3QICgBRVoNoxtP7_uvFworxjQTIidaDlfuvr2TpiZb4QcOq49ikDhzH89s6zd-Ph3/s320/IMG_5756.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It’s a dokkosho (see the Monk Story) printed on the lid!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLJ9B3oGO0tJsVKDO4W4Dk9Urzo4MpIT7o7CWEd9x9ngiD-MFAQviUQ8VWL0VWD1FooLCG8bCNE_BieagJdCyykjqj8HJ5VOI_KkrJD8mKOO1Ogz0bIBfhiXVlS1GOqb0GWnfgsjJLxqCI5uspXFmdUFfL7MlAph57VSrRe8vpPaMfNpR23zXfICigfhDU/s4032/IMG_5757.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLJ9B3oGO0tJsVKDO4W4Dk9Urzo4MpIT7o7CWEd9x9ngiD-MFAQviUQ8VWL0VWD1FooLCG8bCNE_BieagJdCyykjqj8HJ5VOI_KkrJD8mKOO1Ogz0bIBfhiXVlS1GOqb0GWnfgsjJLxqCI5uspXFmdUFfL7MlAph57VSrRe8vpPaMfNpR23zXfICigfhDU/s320/IMG_5757.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0tPFVrQjN4vstQuxKkllVRY86pxMsFfav73PrDEobl5iOpR2hokTfugAfBseurSidupTX-AxFXTArH9K4o-kVIX5HQVv6oFOV_Zongcoyrb4DXe7EtK3o3ZTapCPLjM3BSfjdCyeCiO0MdQyufTYVyZr6zOVSvCGvn8KmEc3i7ALXnw-j57NsxzsXO3Ii/s4032/IMG_5759.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0tPFVrQjN4vstQuxKkllVRY86pxMsFfav73PrDEobl5iOpR2hokTfugAfBseurSidupTX-AxFXTArH9K4o-kVIX5HQVv6oFOV_Zongcoyrb4DXe7EtK3o3ZTapCPLjM3BSfjdCyeCiO0MdQyufTYVyZr6zOVSvCGvn8KmEc3i7ALXnw-j57NsxzsXO3Ii/s320/IMG_5759.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">looks a bit messy lol</td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div>A lot of people visit this famous temple around the New Year✨</div><div><br /></div><div>The street leading up to it has so many interesting souvenir shops! </div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://tokyocheapo.com/place/kawasaki-daishi/" target="_blank">Guide to Kawasaki Daishi Temple</a></div><div><br /></div><div>On YouTube:</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/LHw5biVAEts" width="320" youtube-src-id="LHw5biVAEts"></iframe></div><br /><div><br /></div><div>———————-</div><div>⭐️What were the three words you first saw? </div><div>Let me know in the comments below!😊</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHGPOWtsOnzxtW8Jc9H1M9i9fw22O_Et7SQhUPvw6H-PUni94Y8tNk96_LTvbY2ggBZhK5OXASDBBEV0QGqfk7KBU1BJxOvRQ_Gkx2ViTJFS3u2sb4cPjfhCeky4E_2c9ktbwA6uLTVhyQDGQTPPQXxaP45s7R_RqrW0cRxbYuy_KeYAtERCKCTxFcIhbe/s1635/IMG_5652.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1635" data-original-width="1179" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHGPOWtsOnzxtW8Jc9H1M9i9fw22O_Et7SQhUPvw6H-PUni94Y8tNk96_LTvbY2ggBZhK5OXASDBBEV0QGqfk7KBU1BJxOvRQ_Gkx2ViTJFS3u2sb4cPjfhCeky4E_2c9ktbwA6uLTVhyQDGQTPPQXxaP45s7R_RqrW0cRxbYuy_KeYAtERCKCTxFcIhbe/w289-h400/IMG_5652.jpeg" width="289" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div>Saya_In_Underworldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02656628145147216545noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2424102700579341189.post-55150491028260957672023-12-23T19:26:00.001+09:002024-01-13T19:21:44.503+09:00“Please help us move a grave-like object”… A monk receives a bizarre and mysterious request - Part 5<p><span style="color: #ff00fe;">If you would like to be notified of future posts, follow me on:</span><b><br /></b></p><div><b>My Instagram:</b></div><div><b><a href="https://www.instagram.com/saya_in_underworld" target="_blank">Main</a></b></div><div><b><a href="https://www.instagram.com/lily_piano_yuriko" target="_blank">My Artwork</a></b> </div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>My X:</b></div><div><b><a href="https://twitter.com/Saya_Underworld" target="_blank">Main</a></b></div><div><b><a href="https://twitter.com/Yuri_Lily_Piano?t=G67txvR9oqWhdf99MX8zkg&s=09" target="_blank">My Artwork</a> </b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>❤️Updating Every Saturday Evening (Japan Time)</b></div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYXGG7OZysBecIrhyAgGjOuIAcXb4V02eKaKGptOi_0-JkJcc_YHDlge7lZxc95RHBjKSW8x_TrqoInxdQBYNio_p3ZZ49zuLGeksom9zwXSzs34q6VhddSWB4kLK16lCoz11O6KM59no8Lr-H_EUSIS3lsPypf556couCf2Ck6zzTlszcR2RK86clyoHA/s1692/IMG_5642.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1692" data-original-width="1179" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYXGG7OZysBecIrhyAgGjOuIAcXb4V02eKaKGptOi_0-JkJcc_YHDlge7lZxc95RHBjKSW8x_TrqoInxdQBYNio_p3ZZ49zuLGeksom9zwXSzs34q6VhddSWB4kLK16lCoz11O6KM59no8Lr-H_EUSIS3lsPypf556couCf2Ck6zzTlszcR2RK86clyoHA/w279-h400/IMG_5642.jpeg" width="279" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Christmas in Tokyo, 1974 </td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div>(Translated and Arranged by Saya)</div><div><br /></div><div>⭐️<a href="https://sayainunderworld.blogspot.com/2023/11/monk-series-table-of-contents.html" target="_blank">READ previous episode from HERE</a></div><div><br /></div><div><div><span style="color: #ff00fe;">190(OP):</span></div><div>Please pardon me. I have been asked to be an assistant at another place tomorrow, so I will write as much as I can tonight, and if I don’t finish it, I will continue again tomorrow. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>So now I will resume my story. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">“Obōsan, here, here,”</span> saying this, T san jumped out of the pit he had been digging (it was quite deep that he was buried up to his waist while he was in there), and I went over to that direction on reflex. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">T san: </span></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">“Obōsan, the pit, the pit!”</span></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">He pointed at the bottom of the pit. </span></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">But there was nothing there. Just a normal empty space where the soil had been dug out. </span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>“What’s happened?”</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">T san:</span></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">“Eh? What? … He’s gone! Only a moment ago, the man was standing right in there, with his hands pressed together, praying to me. He suddenly appeared out of nowhere, so naturally I was startled.” </span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>What about Okusama?</div><div>I quickly turned around to check the situation she was in. </div><div>Okusama was looking up at the tree above our head. </div><div><br /></div><div>I went up to her, and asked, “are you alright?”</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #c27ba0;">Okusama:</span></div><div><span style="color: #c27ba0;">“Yes, I’m alright. Please forgive me for shouting so loudly. Er…Until a moment ago, the man was standing on that tree, and that was why I reacted like that. He seemed to be looking down at Shujin (Note: Husband). </span></div><div><span style="color: #c27ba0;">But when you came over to me, he disappeared… Obōsan, did you see him?”</span></div><div><span style="color: #c27ba0;"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div>“Not this time. I didn’t.”</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #c27ba0;">Okusama: </span></div><div><span style="color: #c27ba0;">“Er… Has he gone to heaven?”</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>“Well… Heaven isn’t a term we use — we call it Jōdo (Note: <a href="https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pure_land" target="_blank">Pure Land</a>, Buddhist heaven). </div><div>I’m sure you have heard the word <a href="https://www.wordhippo.com/what-is/the-meaning-of/japanese-word-7d8e7804a2deb78e6733ab1f2ffa44b8a1c4537e.html" target="_blank">Gokuraku</a> Jōdo before? That’s the same Jōdo we are talking about. </div><div>Anyway, enough with the terms. I really do hope he has been sent there too.</div><div>Once we finish the burial, we may hold a proper memorial service.” </div><div><br /></div><div>I glanced up at the tree once again, but saw nothing unusual in there.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #ff00fe;">192(OP):</span></div><div>There is no instruction manual in our school for this kind of situation, so I chanted a sutra which I personally thought would be the most suitable and did what I could do to give them a proper burial. </div><div><br /></div><div>I had been extra prepared, and brought with me some makkō (I felt senkō would have been inappropriate for the situation) 1️⃣ made of (it may be an improper way of describing it but) high quality sandal wood, which I burned, and handed the couple sutra books. </div><div>We then chanted the sutra together, praying that whatever were buried in the pit would all find their way to Jōdo. </div><div><br /></div><div>It was not yet evening, and I imagined I could go home while the sun was still out. </div><div><br /></div><div>After we returned to the sitting room, I gave the couple a few more advices: firstly, they should, even though it may prove futile, still go report to the town office that some human bones may possibly be hidden among the animal bones; secondly, when they reported to the town office, they should avoid mentioning the strange phenomena if they could help it; and lastly, they should not worry if the town office workers refused to take them seriously, and that they could call me anytime if anything happened again. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>When I finished talking, Okusama said:</div><div><span style="color: #c27ba0;">“We cannot thank you enough for everything that you have done for our garden. You have dealt with it so well.”</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>“It is a strange fate that brought us together. I am glad that I was able to be of assistance.” </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">T san: </span></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">“I thank you from the bottom of my heart.” </span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>“The pleasure is entirely mine.”</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #c27ba0;">Okusama:</span></div><div><span style="color: #c27ba0;">“So now… About the problem of the “grave-like thing” which Shujin told you before —“</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">…….WHAT?</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: red;">To Be Continued…</span></div><div><br /></div><div>———————</div><div>Note:</div><div><br /></div><div>1️⃣Makkō (抹香) is incense powder snf Senkō (線香) is an incense stick. Makkō is especially used at funerals and other memorial services for shōkō (焼香, offering incense to the deceased). See here for more information. </div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicoDfnCzUgoiNmtC3Zi8Ph-lM12iAG1_IyEM14hgPF_fXiqvLA9SrAxldAxeFg-CgTbhi3wf9xkqxYT9GGZA1JZ9roZh996N1D7Ru41YUCgGY02ULWrqOJhipiqGjwZ076Hg0_5b6TT29D2Du8kT6jEocSKcpnhIsM0-xu79YsWxuLsjAyMua-JkeEOZxx/s1920/phonto.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1920" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicoDfnCzUgoiNmtC3Zi8Ph-lM12iAG1_IyEM14hgPF_fXiqvLA9SrAxldAxeFg-CgTbhi3wf9xkqxYT9GGZA1JZ9roZh996N1D7Ru41YUCgGY02ULWrqOJhipiqGjwZ076Hg0_5b6TT29D2Du8kT6jEocSKcpnhIsM0-xu79YsWxuLsjAyMua-JkeEOZxx/s320/phonto.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: left;">⭐️Fun Video of the Week</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">“Santa’s Tears”</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/pHYiCihBn_s" width="320" youtube-src-id="pHYiCihBn_s"></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div>Saya_In_Underworldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02656628145147216545noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2424102700579341189.post-25243073115996878952023-12-16T20:01:00.003+09:002024-01-11T19:00:12.557+09:00“Please help us move a grave-like object”… A monk receives a bizarre and mysterious request - Part 4<p><span style="color: #ff00fe;">If you would like to be notified of future posts, follow me on:</span><b><br /></b></p><div><b>My Instagram:</b></div><div><b><a href="https://www.instagram.com/saya_in_underworld" target="_blank">Main</a></b></div><div><b><a href="https://www.instagram.com/lily_piano_yuriko" target="_blank">My Artwork</a></b> </div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>My X:</b></div><div><b><a href="https://twitter.com/Saya_Underworld" target="_blank">Main</a></b></div><div><b><a href="https://twitter.com/Yuri_Lily_Piano?t=G67txvR9oqWhdf99MX8zkg&s=09" target="_blank">My Artwork</a> </b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>❤️Updating Every Saturday Evening (Japan Time)</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ4O52OalmkjHxfR8jbuJKrbFERmjarjUx4aHZyh0yck_9seG5uP05ClwEIuLTV-Rzkl_xm-kEwu08BgLoA2Dr4A_KvbbF1YnmZL_ajsP0H6E5yiuHaIno7FCv76MQuo9e1uOeWJRvgUT4Jz3IJAoOPkjq5TTxIm6KFa528lPFZN7MrY68VZQgqwYu7JQD/s320/IMG_5558.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="214" data-original-width="320" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ4O52OalmkjHxfR8jbuJKrbFERmjarjUx4aHZyh0yck_9seG5uP05ClwEIuLTV-Rzkl_xm-kEwu08BgLoA2Dr4A_KvbbF1YnmZL_ajsP0H6E5yiuHaIno7FCv76MQuo9e1uOeWJRvgUT4Jz3IJAoOPkjq5TTxIm6KFa528lPFZN7MrY68VZQgqwYu7JQD/s1600/IMG_5558.jpeg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Picture unrelated to the story lol</td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div>__________________</div><div>Read the previous episodes from here:</div><div><a href="http://sayainunderworld.blogspot.com/2023/11/please-help-us-move-grave-like-object.html" target="_blank">PART 1</a></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://sayainunderworld.blogspot.com/2023/12/please-help-us-move-grave-like-object.html" target="_blank">PART 2 </a></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://sayainunderworld.blogspot.com/2023/12/please-help-us-move-grave-like-object_9.html" target="_blank">PART 3</a></div><div><br /></div><div><div>__________________</div><div><br /></div><div>(Translated and Arranged by Saya)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #ff00fe;">171(OP):</span></div><div>I’m back.</div><div><br /></div><div>While I was trying to figure out what to do, my mind drifted towards the bones under the blue tarp. </div><div><br /></div><div>I wondered if the bones had disappeared alongside the man in workwear. </div><div><br /></div><div>I shared my thoughts with T san, and asked him to turn over the blue tarp — the bones were still there. </div><div><br /></div><div>Then, the man in workwear and the bones were unrelated? </div><div>I became even more confused. </div><div><br /></div><div>Okusama suggested us to return to the sitting room. I pressed my hands together and offered a quick but formal prayer right where I stood, before going back inside the house.</div><div><br /></div><div>I could see that what I had just done had given a wrong idea to T san and Okusama, and now they expected me to act like some sort of an exorcist from a manga. </div><div>I was straight with them and told them that I had never been trained to perform that kind of thing, and that what had happened earlier was a sheer fluke. </div><div>But I guess that the relief they felt after months of stress was so huge that it was making them overly optimistic about my abilities. </div><div><br /></div><div>They poured me more tea, and I suggested we reflect on what had happened so far. </div><div><br /></div><div>It all began when they found the bones in the garden last summer, and from then on, they started experiencing those strange sounds and rattling windows, and sightings of the man in workwear. </div><div>What is more, even though the bones could be photographed, and they were seemingly tangible, real objects, they disappeared the moment the town office workers came to the house. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>“Is there anything you’d like to add?”</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">T san: </span></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">“Well… We sometimes hear someone’s voice from empty rooms.” </span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>“Can you understand anything they say?” </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">T san:</span></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">“It just sounds like ahh ~ or mmm ~. </span></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">Sounded like a man’s voice, Isn’t it?” </span></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">He asked his wife.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #c27ba0;">Okusama:</span></div><div><span style="color: #c27ba0;">“I have never heard any intelligible words, but it definitely sounds different from any cries of animals. </span></div><div><span style="color: #c27ba0;">Just as Shujin (Note: 主人 head of a household, husband. She is referring to T san) says, it’s a sort of sound similar to a person’s voice.”</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>“Hmm… well, anyway, about what happened earlier in the garden — I thought I saw a man wearing grey workwear. </div><div>Actually, it’s not that I <i>think</i> it. I <i>clearly</i> saw the grey workwear.”</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">T san:</span></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">“We have only ever seen him wearing a dirty T-shirt, isn’t that so?”</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #ff00fe;">172(OP):</span></div><div><span style="color: #c27ba0;">Okusama:</span></div><div><span style="color: #c27ba0;">“That’s right. In the case of the man, I always see him wearing a dirty T-shirt, too.”</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Why are there differences in the way we perceive the man? </div><div><br /></div><div>Come to think of it, when I first saw the window rattling, there was no one outside the window. </div><div>That seems contradictory too… If it was the man who was shaking the window, he should have been visible from inside…</div><div>But even though I thought at the time that the way the window rattled looked as if someone was shaking it, I would never have imagined there would actually be someone shaking it… </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>“What kind of place was this land before the house was built?” </div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">T san:</span></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">“That was bothering me too, and I did some research and found a record that said this was originally a cultivated land, which later was turned into a residential land. </span></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">The previous owner told me he once had a hut built on it, just for the papers, but never built anything as big as our house. </span></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">It doesn’t seem like any incidents have ever happened here that would cause a bad karma or something.”</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>“But I don’t see any houses around here apart from yours.”</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #ff00fe;">174(OP):</span></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">T san:</span></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">“Yes, but that was part of the reason why we liked it here, so that never worried us before.”</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>“Have you not approached your neighbours — well, not exactly neighbours but — anyone who live close by and asked if they knew anything?” </div><div>I was sounding more like a detective than a monk now. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">T san:</span></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">“Yes, but as we are outsiders in this countryside community, we only dared to ask questions in a roundabout way. We wouldn’t want go around sprouting unwanted rumours, you know. </span></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">But so far, we haven’t heard anything that might help us in solving </span><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">this problem.”</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #c27ba0;">Okusama:</span></div><div><span style="color: #c27ba0;">“The townspeople here were never really friendly to us to begin with. </span></div><div><span style="color: #c27ba0;">But we were so in love with the beautiful nature and landscape here that their attitude was never a problem to us — until now. </span></div><div><span style="color: #c27ba0;">As Shujin said, we are outsiders, so we have resigned ourselves to solitude, and it hasn’t been too bad, because at least no one has ever actively tried to meddle in our affairs…</span></div><div><span style="color: #c27ba0;">So when the nearby temple and shrine refused to help us, at first we thought it was just part of their usual indifference.” </span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #ff00fe;">180(OP): </span></div><div>“Er… so, do you recognise the man in workwear or have any ideas about who he might be?” </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">T san:</span></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">“As I said in the car, no. I don’t think he is connected to us in any way.” </span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>“I tried to see the man’s face but failed in the end.</div><div>Have you ever seen it, T san and Okusan?”</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">T san: </span></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">“Obosan couldn’t see it too? We also have never been able to see the face, although we are sure the person is a man… but he has never once appeared to us in workwear, I think.” </span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #c27ba0;">Okusama:</span></div><div><span style="color: #c27ba0;">“Yes, that’s right. always appeared in T-shirt.”</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I felt there was something odd about some of the things they told me, but at the time, I only wanted to find a solution, move whatever things I needed to move, be done with it all and go home as soon as possible. </div><div><br /></div><div>While I was thinking that, suddenly, a nasty theory popped up in my head.</div><div>Although I was a scaredy cat, I loved reading about mysterious stories, scary stories, UFO, UMA and so on, and perhaps I got inspiration from those things — but the fact that T san and I see the man wearing different clothes, and his face remained invisible, led me to arrive at one theory. </div><div><br /></div><div>What if there were human remains buried among the animal bones in the pit under the blue tarp? </div><div><br /></div><div>What if the man was causing those strange phenomena to draw our attention to the fact, because he wished us to hold a <i>kuyo</i> (Note: a prayer for the repose of the soul) for him? </div><div><br /></div><div>If that were the case, wouldn’t simply holding a kuyo put an end to these phenomena?</div><div><br /></div><div>That was my reasoning process. </div><div>But I was also concerned that we would have to call the police if we ever discovered human remains. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #ff00fe;">181(OP): </span></div><div>I communicated my amateurish speculation to the couple. </div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">T san: </span></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">“If we found human bones like Obosan says, that would require us to report to the police…” </span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #c27ba0;">Okusama:</span></div><div><span style="color: #c27ba0;">“What? You mean, someone got murdered here?”</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>“No, I don’t think it would necessarily have been a murder, but I just had a feeling that these phenomena were manifested by a soul that hadn’t been given a proper burial…”</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">T san:</span></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">“That would make sense. No one would suspect to find human bones if they were buried along with so many other kinds of bones and shells.”</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #c27ba0;">Okusama:</span></div><div><span style="color: #c27ba0;">“Eh?”</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">T san:</span></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">“Obosan, what exactly would you suggest we do? </span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>“Er… I am not quite sure myself, and I don’t know what would happen to be honest, but how about we dig up as many bones and shells as we can from the pit?” </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #c27ba0;">Okusama:</span></div><div><span style="color: #c27ba0;">“What would we do if we really found human bones?”</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">T san: </span></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">“We can’t know anything unless we do it. Maybe it would be worth trying.”</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I regret that I could not give them a hand, because I was wearing a monk’s robe, but they began digging up the bones under the blue tarp, and sorted out whatever they found according to their shapes and sizes.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #ff00fe;">182(OP): </span></div><div>As for myself, I stood by the pit and kept chanting sutra with my hands pressed together in prayer. </div><div><br /></div><div>The couple kept on digging probably for an hour without rest. </div><div>Eventually, they gathered together the amount of bones and shells which would perhaps cover about a four-tatami mat worth of space. </div><div><br /></div><div>(Note: See tatami mat measurements below.</div><div>The size of tatami mats vary according to the region in which they are produced.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-x1nYLP6JNOwDBzOHzlIvrC2Malce3jz14jGEYOd1HqIyOs4HlMSSJbs0XDfEj8t1UecLcKcierrVP-VywCiOdOoGfUxmErXwZs1s8dK6uHM_4ojW1tX7smS6trKr5iJWtKc2-mbBCj0xyAS5zCeBFd2SQApYLnGYqXQdWg0rEBz687op6hqUuwxsgXlU/s1107/IMG_5562.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="827" data-original-width="1107" height="239" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-x1nYLP6JNOwDBzOHzlIvrC2Malce3jz14jGEYOd1HqIyOs4HlMSSJbs0XDfEj8t1UecLcKcierrVP-VywCiOdOoGfUxmErXwZs1s8dK6uHM_4ojW1tX7smS6trKr5iJWtKc2-mbBCj0xyAS5zCeBFd2SQApYLnGYqXQdWg0rEBz687op6hqUuwxsgXlU/s320/IMG_5562.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">“Jo” is a counter, meaning one tatami mat.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN00Iib2UP-X0WnQAZAyEgsJsTVchyphenhyphenUT29bwMiGKAs11wVKCJII3bETk-BioW7fVNnaiUjqeR8rL3cLfBsc-h3m9jzD4p1w4o_rRtP-Y-TguYgabY2r43nRbsITtyse2fNGV39t4f-m-qmomrvzNCYDkNh7FfhwKA5tqHeJZUoCdTMTsY5IVjqgf4Ql_OQ/s276/IMG_5559.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="276" data-original-width="182" height="276" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN00Iib2UP-X0WnQAZAyEgsJsTVchyphenhyphenUT29bwMiGKAs11wVKCJII3bETk-BioW7fVNnaiUjqeR8rL3cLfBsc-h3m9jzD4p1w4o_rRtP-Y-TguYgabY2r43nRbsITtyse2fNGV39t4f-m-qmomrvzNCYDkNh7FfhwKA5tqHeJZUoCdTMTsY5IVjqgf4Ql_OQ/s1600/IMG_5559.png" width="182" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggBBJg5LDXL_2sSAEuH0vGgzyqTxic7aJY0zoCBlROGFvRSaM7aYSrC83xSoCGo-LXJxszBZeMcNZGL-S-gc4Ly8xYEPSFSk2KDM7XMDGqfcRTg1FYeYrphOWwUE1A5yOquGJrhuwwK_ieBPo1znXPdYkdyLpPcbreh9sElQEVCsJ3gF9K7V0o4o9eODP2/s2380/IMG_5560.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2380" data-original-width="1280" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggBBJg5LDXL_2sSAEuH0vGgzyqTxic7aJY0zoCBlROGFvRSaM7aYSrC83xSoCGo-LXJxszBZeMcNZGL-S-gc4Ly8xYEPSFSk2KDM7XMDGqfcRTg1FYeYrphOWwUE1A5yOquGJrhuwwK_ieBPo1znXPdYkdyLpPcbreh9sElQEVCsJ3gF9K7V0o4o9eODP2/s320/IMG_5560.png" width="172" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>This might come across as a bit disrespectful, but it could have solved the mystery had we unearthed a skull. However, we found no skull and such, and I am no medical doctor, and the bones being in such a state of disarray, I couldn’t tell which were human bones, or if there were any human bones at all among them.</div><div><br /></div><div>I told the couple:</div><div>“Frankly, I don’t know if we have any human bones here among them. But it’s still abnormal that we have unearthed so many bones. </div><div>So I suggest we hold a kuyo for them all today, and perhaps after that, we could bury them properly in one corner of the garden, and you could take care of it. </div><div>How does that sound?”</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">T san: </span></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">“I would never have thought we would dig up this many bones. </span></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">But what even stranger is, this is not making me want to leave the place and move to somewhere else. </span></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">Of course, we don’t have enough money to move house anyway, but above all else, it’s making me feel sad to see that they were discarded in such a callous manner … the oyster shells may be irrelevant, but at the very least, these animal bones deserve a proper burial, as you say.”</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #c27ba0;">Okusama: </span></div><div><span style="color: #c27ba0;">“It seems strange, but I am also feeling sorry for the bones now.</span></div><div><span style="color: #c27ba0;">I only felt disgust for them before, but now I feel pity for them.” </span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #ff00fe;">183(OP): </span></div><div>I could also feel the air surrounding us, which was heavy before, was becoming lighter and softer. </div><div><br /></div><div>T san went over to the edge of the garden and, stopping under a broad-leaved tree (I’m sorry but I don’t know the name of it), asked me,<span style="color: #6fa8dc;"> “would this place be suitable for it?”</span></div><div><br /></div><div>“I think that would be perfect. The tree would act as a grave-marker.”</div><div><br /></div><div>T san and Okusama respectfully carried each group of bones, classified by size, to the tree, and then moved the oyster shells to there, too. </div><div><br /></div><div>Soon, they set to digging under the tree.</div><div>I felt somewhat relieved, and was letting my guard down.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>But the next moment, all of a sudden, T san exclaimed <span style="color: #6fa8dc;">“Oh!”</span> quite loudly. </div><div><br /></div><div>“Are you alright?”</div><div>I started walking towards T san, when Okusama, who was carrying the soil from the pit to some place behind me, also shouted<span style="color: #c27ba0;"> “Oh!” </span></div><div><br /></div><div>What? What’s happened? I cast quick glances in both directions, but being unable to decide which way to turn, I froze again. </div><div><br /></div><div>I’m sorry. I need to leave again. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #f6b26b; font-size: large;">184: </span></div><div><span style="color: #f6b26b; font-size: large;">>>183</span></div><div><span style="color: #f6b26b; font-size: large;">Oh!</span></div><div><span style="color: #f6b26b; font-size: large;">He ended it at a crucial moment!!!</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>185:</div><div>Obosan, I’ll be waiting. </div><div>Reading your story is my favourite pastime right now. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #93c47d;">187:</span></div><div><span style="color: #93c47d;">I thought it was their neighbours that were harassing them, but it appears I was wrong </span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>188: </div><div>Btw, what was the grave-like thing they were talking about before? </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #8e7cc3;">189:</span></div><div><span style="color: #8e7cc3;">>>188</span></div><div><span style="color: #8e7cc3;">They must have meant the place where the bones were buried.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>191: </div><div>>>189</div><div>Really? I see ~ </div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div>—————————</div><div>⭐️Video of the Week</div><div><br /></div><div>Heavy snowfall in Aomori, November 2023.</div><div>Aomori 青森 by the way, means “Blue Forest” (Ao 青 means blue, and Mori 森 means forest).</div><div><br /></div><div>Serene and beautiful!</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/CMe6AbOHhZk" width="320" youtube-src-id="CMe6AbOHhZk"></iframe></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Saya_In_Underworldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02656628145147216545noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2424102700579341189.post-63922825425237223612023-12-09T19:45:00.003+09:002023-12-12T22:09:03.331+09:00“Please help us move a grave-like object”… A monk receives a bizarre and mysterious request - Part 3<p><span style="color: #ff00fe;">If you would like to be notified of future posts, follow me on:</span><b><br /></b></p><div><b>My Instagram:</b></div><div><b><a href="https://www.instagram.com/saya_in_underworld" target="_blank">Main</a></b></div><div><b><a href="https://www.instagram.com/lily_piano_yuriko" target="_blank">My Artwork</a></b> </div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>My X:</b></div><div><b><a href="https://twitter.com/Saya_Underworld" target="_blank">Main</a></b></div><div><b><a href="https://twitter.com/Yuri_Lily_Piano?t=G67txvR9oqWhdf99MX8zkg&s=09" target="_blank">My Artwork</a> </b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>❤️Updating Every Saturday Evening (Japan Time)</b></div><div><b><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdQwmPUAPB1Q6W8dKkKz-24ZH9oLpanMIZipDkXm2GcgnnLgexhK67nwhCMgse9cNWqkiY1c8Fyak7ndM4xko901N0oY6AyPThLXyaGiZhaOkfLJN2A9sd1buKZZSu8R1T8JxU38zL2lFWZ5CyT072dJ3r-MCdYQIVZZIILMfP4kB9eDvEO1tu6u186zIi/s1080/phonto.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdQwmPUAPB1Q6W8dKkKz-24ZH9oLpanMIZipDkXm2GcgnnLgexhK67nwhCMgse9cNWqkiY1c8Fyak7ndM4xko901N0oY6AyPThLXyaGiZhaOkfLJN2A9sd1buKZZSu8R1T8JxU38zL2lFWZ5CyT072dJ3r-MCdYQIVZZIILMfP4kB9eDvEO1tu6u186zIi/s320/phonto.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><span style="font-size: large;">⭐️JUMP TO :</span></b></div><div><b><a href="https://sayainunderworld.blogspot.com/2023/11/please-help-us-move-grave-like-object.html" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: large;">PART ONE</span></a></b></div><div><b><a href="https://sayainunderworld.blogspot.com/2023/12/please-help-us-move-grave-like-object.html" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: large;">PART TWO</span></a></b></div><div><br /></div><div>(Translated and Arranged by Saya)</div><div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">T san: </span></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">“The pictures aren’t enough. They have to see the real things… And then, the very next day after the visit of the town office workers, they reappeared.”</span></div><div><br /></div><div>“What? You mean the bones?” </div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">T san:</span></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">“Yes. I know they will be there today too. I would like you to see them. Please.” </span></div><div><br /></div><div>I took my mobile phone with me as I went into the garden with T san and Okusama.</div><div>I thought I could take some photos of the bones with it if we found them. </div><div><br /></div><div>As I was putting my shoes on, I again heard a loud “BANG!” somewhere in the house, and some windows rattling. </div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #c27ba0;">Okusama: </span></div><div><span style="color: #c27ba0;">“We are not so stupid as not to have recorded these sounds before, but the town office workers said the sounds were unrelated to the bones, and they asked us in return, ‘what are these sounds anyway?’ </span></div><div><span style="color: #c27ba0;">We are truly at a loss as to what to do.” </span></div><div><br /></div><div>And so all three of us went out of the entrance, and from there walked clockwise to reach the garden that had a superb view of the sea. </div><div><br /></div><div>One corner of it was covered with a blue tarp that looked out of place in such a beautiful garden.</div><div><br /></div><div>Standing there, I felt like I was no longer there as a monk. </div><div>Something strange was happening, and I had experienced those disturbing sounds and vibrations directly with my own body. That was an incontrovertible fact. </div><div>I was just there as someone who wished to satisfy his own curiosity, and at that moment, my urge to know more was stronger than my fear. </div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigoCShfTAHdxS1EQ8VeBdQE0gv9FQzeP9Y6GK1KyUURJxfIa-bZPp64F6K5orxmIgg3SxmlJtPnqOGCVct-MclfqcFQtptbjv7pOq20M_U_2ZZQFyY_XiBbtKDww3XXd1-ozdmUJ_H_ZQmsDynr4mcKvgsQ7cAxMniwFysEPAm8Q8ccTkekjM8PurO99FF/s1024/IMG_5506.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1024" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigoCShfTAHdxS1EQ8VeBdQE0gv9FQzeP9Y6GK1KyUURJxfIa-bZPp64F6K5orxmIgg3SxmlJtPnqOGCVct-MclfqcFQtptbjv7pOq20M_U_2ZZQFyY_XiBbtKDww3XXd1-ozdmUJ_H_ZQmsDynr4mcKvgsQ7cAxMniwFysEPAm8Q8ccTkekjM8PurO99FF/w200-h200/IMG_5506.png" width="200" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #ff00fe;">136(OP): </span></div><div>As I got closer to the blue tarp, I noticed that the grass around it had turned brownish. </div><div>Clutching my prayer beads firmly in my hand, I started chanting sutra in my mind even before T san turned over the blue tarp. </div><div><br /></div><div>Once the blue tarp was removed, a sickeningly large number of bones and oyster shells were revealed, just as T san had warned me. </div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">T san: </span></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">“See there? I wasn’t lying. You see them, don’t you, Obosan? These things. Here and here.” </span></div><div><br /></div><div>Hmm? </div><div>Once again, I felt something was not quite right. </div><div>There was no odour…</div><div><br /></div><div>“T san, even though there are so many bones and other kinds of rubbish, we don’t smell anything. Have you noticed that?” </div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">T san: </span></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">“Could it be simply because they have been buried underground for a long time? </span></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">But more importantly, do you see them right now?”</span></div><div><br /></div><div>“Yes, I do. Can I take a picture of them?”</div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">T san:</span></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">“Of course, you can. Please. Please do.” </span></div><div><br /></div><div>I wondered if some unknown force would prevent me from taking a picture. But:</div><div><i>Click! </i></div><div>It was done. </div><div><br /></div><div>“Please may I touch them, too, T san?” </div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">T san: </span></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">“Yes, sure. Please, please.”</span></div><div><br /></div><div>Having said that, I didn’t dare touch them with my bare hands, so I picked up a small garden spade that was lying around and used it to prod at a piece of bone in front of me. </div><div><i>Tock!</i> I could feel the hardness of it. It was a real, tangible object.</div><div>I prodded at other bones just to be sure, and they all felt real too. </div><div><br /></div><div>Just then, Okusama exclaimed in a low voice:<span style="color: #c27ba0;"> “oh!” </span></div><div>When I turned around, Okusama was pointing at a window (later I confirmed that it was the kitchen window), saying, <span style="color: #c27ba0;">“Look! That…that thing…!”</span> gesturing me to look at it as well. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #93c47d;">142:</span></div><div><span style="color: #93c47d;">>>136</span></div><div><span style="color: #93c47d;">What happened? </span></div><div><span style="color: #93c47d;">I hope he will come back to continue the story soon</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #ffd966;">137: </span></div><div><span style="color: #ffd966;">I’m reading.</span></div><div><span style="color: #ffd966;">Please continue </span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #a2c4c9;">138: </span></div><div><span style="color: #a2c4c9;">I’m seriously intrigued </span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>******************</div><div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #ff00fe;">154(OP): </span></div><div>I looked where Okusama was pointing, and literally froze. </div><div>I was beyond shocked and could not even utter a word. </div><div><br /></div><div>There was a man in grey workwear standing outside the kitchen, gripping the window frame with both hands and shaking it vigorously. </div><div><br /></div><div>I could comprehend that it was an entity not of this world by the way it looked and the vibe it was giving off, but - how can I put it - it was like a highly visible UFO suddenly appeared above a metropolis in the middle of the day — I saw it TOO clearly that I had no time to feel surprised. </div><div>Perhaps for a few seconds, I stood petrified at the spot.</div><div><br /></div><div>Then T san, sounding a little panicky, whispered to me:</div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">“Obosan, that’s him. The man in T-shirt, that’s another one.” </span></div><div><br /></div><div>“What, T-shirt?” </div><div><br /></div><div>To me, the man was clearly wearing grey workwear, but T san described him as a “man in T-shirt.” </div><div><br /></div><div>“T san, did you just say the man in T-shirt?”</div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">T san: </span></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">“Eh? Obosan can’t see that? That man?”</span></div><div><br /></div><div>“Yes, I do see him.”</div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">T san:</span></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">“Eh?”</span></div><div><br /></div><div>“But he is wearing grey workwear, not a T-shirt.” </div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">T san: </span></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">“Eh? Isn’t he wearing a dirty T-shirt, covered with mud…?” </span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #ff00fe;">155(OP): </span></div><div>It had only been four hours since I left home, but so many strange things had happened in such a short amount of time, and moreover, I had never seen an entity that was probably not of this world so clearly before. </div><div>I could even see the creases on the workwear, and the dirt on the back of his hands that gripped the window frame. </div><div><br /></div><div>But T san says he sees a dirty T-shirt…</div><div>So many things were happening all at once that my mind had become stupefied. </div><div><br /></div><div>As I have mentioned before, chanting incantations and casting spells are prohibited in our school’s doctrines. </div><div>We can certainly not do those things such as the exorcist does in the manga Kujaku Oh (Peacock King) 1️⃣ …</div><div>But I knew at that very moment, T san and his wife were expecting me to perform that sort of thing. </div><div><br /></div><div>What should I do…</div><div>Just as I thought that, I remembered the dokkosho I had brought with me. </div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHeUJJTOyXqP4Mo-a3fOSquEwPn1gvCgZVDhqHQPJA_rpdFofThHMs6RF2gyTC22G5mPMuPtvBbB7YC3BWhDYyVRGC87GtrFq5eVuHPw6amtTzlV794l0Al73PKwzbCQo0dnqecqobvioyimeguYmdo61_EhyphenhyphenLlNjFVcSGJnHWwYuBL27YmUE3psZItc8C/s640/IMG_5471.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHeUJJTOyXqP4Mo-a3fOSquEwPn1gvCgZVDhqHQPJA_rpdFofThHMs6RF2gyTC22G5mPMuPtvBbB7YC3BWhDYyVRGC87GtrFq5eVuHPw6amtTzlV794l0Al73PKwzbCQo0dnqecqobvioyimeguYmdo61_EhyphenhyphenLlNjFVcSGJnHWwYuBL27YmUE3psZItc8C/s320/IMG_5471.jpeg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A dokkosho. See Part One for more info.</td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div>I hastily took it out of the sleeve and held it together with the prayer beads towards the man in workwear, while chanting the myogo 2️⃣ (although this was not really allowed), and in addition, said aloud the name of the principal image in Sanskrit. </div><div>(This is not a proper approach to take. It was something I just decided to do on the spot.) </div><div>I prayed that he would be sent to Jodo (Note: the Pure Land, the Buddhist paradise). </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>—————-</div><div>Note: </div><div>1️⃣ <a href="https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peacock_King" target="_blank">Peacock King (Wikipedia)</a></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://ww7.manganelo.tv/chapter/manga-cf979488/chapter-1" target="_blank">> Read it online from here</a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>2️⃣Myogo (名号, pronounced as Myoh-goh)</div><div>— a name of a Buddha or a Bodisattva. It often refers to the four-word phrase of 阿弥陀仏 (Amida Butsu) or the six-word phrase of 南無阿弥陀 (Namu Amida Butsu) </div><div><a href="https://www.nichirenlibrary.org/en/dic/Content/N/13" target="_blank">See this for further information</a>. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #f6b26b;">157: </span></div><div><span style="color: #f6b26b;">>>155</span></div><div><span style="color: #f6b26b;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #f6b26b;">((((;゜Д゜)))</span></div><div><span style="color: #f6b26b;">So scary…but I can’t stop reading!! </span></div><div><span style="color: #f6b26b;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #f6b26b;">I know you are busy but please come back soon to write more </span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #ff00fe;">163(OP): </span></div><div>While I was doing all those things, I kept my eyes squarely on the man in workwear. </div><div><br /></div><div>His hair, which looked partly white either due to dried mud or grey hair, and his slightly sunburned arms and neck — I still remember all of these so vividly. </div><div><br /></div><div>But I could not see his face. </div><div>I was not standing that far from him, and normally anyone’s face would have been visible from that distance. But somehow, his face remained invisible to me. </div><div>It was strange considering I could see each and every crease on his workwear.</div><div><br /></div><div>I don’t know why but I felt I must pray even more intensely, so just for a short while, I closed my eyes, and put my all heart and soul into chanting the myogo. I think this lasted only for a few seconds. </div><div><br /></div><div>Soon, my ears caught T san’s voice as he muttered: <span style="color: #6fa8dc;">“He’s disappeared…” </span></div><div>I also heard Okusama utter: <span style="color: #c27ba0;">“Ahh…” </span></div><div><br /></div><div>When I opened my eyes, the man in workwear was gone.</div><div><br /></div><div>Once I lowered my arms which had been outstretched in front of me, T san and Okusama came up to me to say “thank you.” </div><div><br /></div><div>I had no idea which part of my actions worked, but for the time being, the man in workwear had left the place. </div><div><br /></div><div>Then I thought, perhaps a little inappropriately, that I should have taken a photo or video of it with my phone.</div><div>I asked T san and Okusama if they had taken anything but they hadn’t, as I had expected.</div><div><br /></div><div>I went to look at the window frame the man had been gripping and shaking. I thought there might be some handprints left on them. </div><div>But of course, there was none, even though the man’s hands were covered with mud.</div><div>Which confirmed that the man was an incorporeal entity just as I had feared.</div><div><br /></div><div>From that point onwards, I started to feel scared again. I was trying so hard to figure out how best to deal with the situation. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I’m sorry but I will have to leave again for a while.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-size: large;">164: </span></div><div><span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-size: large;">>>163</span></div><div><span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-size: large;">Excited (*°▽°)</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #93c47d;">168:</span></div><div><span style="color: #93c47d;">I hope Obosan will come back soon to continue the story ~~ </span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div><div><br /></div><div>—————-</div><div>⭐️Fun Picture of the Week </div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWlz7JXY_pZVq8yoHER9IC37nluozWVX9PEbeLTLVU9R6ew8unejrCPHhMCBXWF47s6swJEF5Xcm-o9Bci-EQVjDAOoq7fagBx_IrpQOjwX9dsLhN0F4BBiSiiS-_Dp_5A3wxLT7rBZL1cDESljwgf9Mb6W65f6c8J3l7Tn2DZyu70i4m4Sl0Hcl1SrQIj/s800/IMG_5512.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; 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margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEielSoB2tMImQHFuY61BbSPpy0WRfDSJ7D8svrr9ZsE60mfQ_R_1pjbr64_zcFCVOnXO0rFBAovyJ8YbQk5xaLFnjU0VqphCWfcRn1dOR9lXKgNhhC-EZ2-2_cvDtP5afUUEDWFqY-ysKr0qu71qRei31iSwpbBcND7hO6jX1Bk-UIwoCubXPQroyUXwgGF/s622/IMG_5318.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="467" data-original-width="622" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEielSoB2tMImQHFuY61BbSPpy0WRfDSJ7D8svrr9ZsE60mfQ_R_1pjbr64_zcFCVOnXO0rFBAovyJ8YbQk5xaLFnjU0VqphCWfcRn1dOR9lXKgNhhC-EZ2-2_cvDtP5afUUEDWFqY-ysKr0qu71qRei31iSwpbBcND7hO6jX1Bk-UIwoCubXPQroyUXwgGF/s320/IMG_5318.jpeg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;">→<a href="https://sayainunderworld.blogspot.com/2023/11/please-help-us-move-grave-like-object.html?m=1" target="_blank">Read <b>PART ONE</b> from HERE!!</a></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>(Translated and Arranged by Saya)</div><div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #ff00fe;">121 (OP): </span></div><div>>>119 san</div><div>Thank you very much.</div><div><br /></div><div>I have returned from my duties, but my family is using the laptop I was using before, so I am in another room now, writing from a different laptop. </div><div>I have a different ID but this is the bozu (Note: 坊主 pronounced as BOH-zu. Another casual way to address a Buddhist priest, used here by the OP to refer to himself.) </div><div>I have some free time now, so I will write as much as I can. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #ff00fe;">122 (OP): </span></div><div>The atmosphere inside the car remained tense as it continued to drive towards the destination. </div><div>I had thought we were going to somewhere around the centre of the prefecture, but we were heading to a remote place far from the main roads. </div><div><br /></div><div>In stark contrast to the ominous atmosphere inside, it was fine weather outside, which, if anything, only helped to fuel the fear that I was feeling within me. </div><div>I asked T san a few more questions: </div><div><br /></div><div>“Have you not sought help from any monks of the local temples, before calling me?” </div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">T san:</span></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">“I have. But…”</span></div><div><br /></div><div>“But?”</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #ff00fe;">123(OP): </span></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">T san:</span></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">“All of them have turned down our request …. The same happened in the neighbouring village. We have been to the neighbouring area and town, but it was all useless.”</span></div><div><br /></div><div>“If you don’t mind me asking… what were the reasons they gave you for refusing your request?”</div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">T san: </span></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">“The reasons varied. Some of them refused on the grounds that their schools didn’t deal with this sort of thing…the same reason that you gave us, Obosan. </span></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">Others refused because we weren’t their danka (Note: 檀家 <a href="https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Danka_system" target="_blank">parishioners and financial supporters of a temple</a>).”</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #c27ba0;">T san’s wife: </span></div><div><span style="color: #c27ba0;">“So that’s why we are so grateful that you have accepted our request.” </span></div><div><br /></div><div>Hmm? </div><div>I felt like they were dodging the question on purpose. </div><div><br /></div><div>“So… You would like me to help you relocate the grave-like object to somewhere else, am I right? </div><div>Or would you simply like me to chant some sutra in front of it?” </div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">T san:</span></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">“Relocate it, if possible.” </span></div><div><br /></div><div>Oh no… This isn’t good at all…</div><div>As a monk I’m ashamed to admit it, but I was scared, imagining the worst. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #ff00fe;">126(OP): </span></div><div>I’ll continue.</div><div><br /></div><div>In the meantime (I asked a few more questions but only got similarly evasive answers), we have arrived at the destination.</div><div><br /></div><div>As T san had told me, the area was surrounded by both the sea and mountains, and the whole landscape was impressively beautiful under the clear blue sky. </div><div><br /></div><div>It was my first time visiting the area, but if my memory was right, it was famous for producing delicious seafood (oysters and seaweed). </div><div><br /></div><div>The car park of a roadside station1️⃣ I saw on the way was jam-packed with sightseeing buses and cars; which made me feel like my sense of impending danger was absurd.</div><div><br /></div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZtS8yLQaTzQAJHSVy873IcJlICykrafK8JkFPCrMpex8ZF2kuJpSkixKQAv1gdLm_UHvan1q07JmJDGVbuEggCNxqSM_nVXxTjxjiuYrQTWRc9MoH7SqQ57vffoIOlZM2t9Cgzx0KW_fQMVFGGEUsqdQa-WVoGVAa_RLEBThTy1L9ATusJbzrlQZJJhF4/s739/IMG_5412.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="415" data-original-width="739" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZtS8yLQaTzQAJHSVy873IcJlICykrafK8JkFPCrMpex8ZF2kuJpSkixKQAv1gdLm_UHvan1q07JmJDGVbuEggCNxqSM_nVXxTjxjiuYrQTWRc9MoH7SqQ57vffoIOlZM2t9Cgzx0KW_fQMVFGGEUsqdQa-WVoGVAa_RLEBThTy1L9ATusJbzrlQZJJhF4/s320/IMG_5412.jpeg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A roadside station in Saitama</td></tr></tbody></table></div><div><br /></div><div>T san’s house was located away from the bustling town centre though, being closer to the foot of the mountains. </div><div>It was an elegant, modern semi-Western style house (Note: a house that incorporates both the characteristics of Japanese and Western architecture). </div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdWGfg-j5sHx2sKrOH-jMr-wqtQJ1I_NlUpmRH9hqavl5js2NmwY25oilx5AlXitvWX4CQeXjqCXZHMJxw6BEcXvKDWRGPD_Soty90KhW0rmFN_7ZZWdljgo_-wAEBElLQcEi2aexzB9FuYOwDRS98DIq0HYfB_vFVxgb78WQ-d4kjwJGC5tOKxpXxBXrv/s678/IMG_5324.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="452" data-original-width="678" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdWGfg-j5sHx2sKrOH-jMr-wqtQJ1I_NlUpmRH9hqavl5js2NmwY25oilx5AlXitvWX4CQeXjqCXZHMJxw6BEcXvKDWRGPD_Soty90KhW0rmFN_7ZZWdljgo_-wAEBElLQcEi2aexzB9FuYOwDRS98DIq0HYfB_vFVxgb78WQ-d4kjwJGC5tOKxpXxBXrv/s320/IMG_5324.jpeg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A semi-western style house</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div><br /></div><div>————</div><div>Note:</div><div>1️⃣ A Roadside Station (道の駅, Michi no eki) is a government-designated rest area found along roads and highways in Japan. (<a href="https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Roadside_station" target="_blank">Wikipedia</a>)</div><div><br /></div><div>On YouTube:</div><div><a href="https://youtu.be/kaVNqejnumI?si=e9QqDbE4h7DLMgfC" target="_blank">MICHI NO EKI | ROADSIDE STATIONS IN GUNMA PREFECTURE JAPAN</a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #ff00fe;">127(OP): </span></div><div>My prefecture also has a similar sort of place, and this one doesn’t look especially unusual — just as the thought crossed my mind, I noticed it. </div><div><br /></div><div>As the car drove away from the town centre, I saw houses scattered here and there, but as we got nearer to this particular area, other houses disappeared. </div><div><br /></div><div>Where we were at was probably about a 10 to 20 minute drive from the nearest next house. </div><div><br /></div><div>But it wasn’t somewhere deep in the woods or mountains, but in the middle of an open plain, surrounded by rice and vegetable fields. </div><div>Given that the land was relatively flat, it seemed strange that there was not a single house in sight apart from T san’s. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #ff00fe;">128(OP): </span></div><div>I was allowed into the house and led to the sitting room. </div><div><br /></div><div>“Please may I pray at your butsudan first (Note: butsudans are <a href="https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Butsudan" target="_blank">small Buddhist altar</a>s found in Japanese homes, where you can pay respects to Buddha and dead family members), if you have one?” I asked. </div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOO9HUJKIixHMmJsiRT5Wr_O9Kl8tJmyX0PCsnJX3pVAlyA-6-BR_gygDdLLnBG0dMKaTUdahMYKKte5_nmPzlo4fP_KthugFniFoUsJk6pNQ4NCpi-Sl1mituxhy5QTGsrOzXhSf5JOvuFx-4B_-hw2l4B566PiHY58o7OLyWRZoe05rjF4XnK_-A2k1e/s640/IMG_5344.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOO9HUJKIixHMmJsiRT5Wr_O9Kl8tJmyX0PCsnJX3pVAlyA-6-BR_gygDdLLnBG0dMKaTUdahMYKKte5_nmPzlo4fP_KthugFniFoUsJk6pNQ4NCpi-Sl1mituxhy5QTGsrOzXhSf5JOvuFx-4B_-hw2l4B566PiHY58o7OLyWRZoe05rjF4XnK_-A2k1e/s320/IMG_5344.jpeg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A Butsudan</td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">“There isn’t a bustudan in our house,”</span> came the reply. </div><div><br /></div><div>Okusama (Note: 奥様 meaning a wife. It is a respectful way of calling someone’s wife) served us some tea. </div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLV3so3GL4DrG9qt6xEVsHnuiYtATc8i8jqxYYycEwNybMjGGr5J7IpbsXPtqU_uZxGHInVdInrpcn89cH1-CPaJ51Yu2ZvXVekeGwib76-piLTwLYPb4CE9ygpCR_y2gQZVOfXiut6kb1ap53QEv0uaPchxiY2MmAUs6o-POZINIOhsLCjwz78P57bP7N/s640/IMG_5415.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLV3so3GL4DrG9qt6xEVsHnuiYtATc8i8jqxYYycEwNybMjGGr5J7IpbsXPtqU_uZxGHInVdInrpcn89cH1-CPaJ51Yu2ZvXVekeGwib76-piLTwLYPb4CE9ygpCR_y2gQZVOfXiut6kb1ap53QEv0uaPchxiY2MmAUs6o-POZINIOhsLCjwz78P57bP7N/s320/IMG_5415.jpeg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Green tea</td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div>I was able to taste the tea in my mouth, which told me that I was feeling much calmer than I had been in the car. </div><div><br /></div><div>T san began talking again while I sipped my tea. </div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">“I’m so grateful that Obosan came here. I feel better just by having Obosan with us in the house.” </span></div><div><br /></div><div>Okusama joined in, saying: </div><div><span style="color: #c27ba0;">“We just feel safer now that Obosan is here.”</span></div><div>Her face genuinely looked more at peace than before, although it was nothing close to a smile. </div><div><br /></div><div>“Uh… you said you didn’t have any children, so there are only two of you residing in this house?” </div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #93c47d;">T san & Okusama (simultaneously):</span></div><div><span style="color: #93c47d;">“Yes.” </span></div><div><br /></div><div>WHAT???? </div><div>So what was that “I don’t want our conversation to be overheard” business?</div><div>There are no other houses around here…something definitely is not right. </div><div><br /></div><div>Gripping my prayer beads, I prayed intensely to the principal image in my head that I may not experience anything frightening. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #ff00fe;">129(OP): </span></div><div>“Uhh…anyway, could you tell me more about the situation you are in, if you please?” </div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">T san:</span></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">“Sure, sumimasen. Do you know what kind of place this area here is?” </span></div><div><br /></div><div>“No. I only know that it is famous for producing high quality oysters and seaweeds …”</div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">T san:</span></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">“That’s right. Seafood is famous here. Also this area produces livestock such as poultry and pork.”</span></div><div><br /></div><div>“I see…”</div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">T san:</span></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">“It has slaughterhouses here too. Those facilities have been around for decades.”</span></div><div><br /></div><div>“Uh huh…”</div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">T san:</span></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">“And we didn’t know that.”</span></div><div><br /></div><div>“Uh huh….. Pardon?”</div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">T san:</span></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">“We didn’t know it… no one told us before we bought the land.”</span></div><div><br /></div><div>Hmm? Did they want me to hold a kuyo (prayer for the departed soul) 2️⃣ for the dead livestock or something? </div><div>I was feeling a little more levelheaded now, thinking that this may be the direction their story was going. </div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">T san: </span></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">“We didn’t mean to lie to Obosan, and the reason why I said it was a grave at first was that, everyone else I had spoken to before you had refused our request as soon as we mentioned about the grave-like thing. Sumimasen.” </span></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #c27ba0;">Okusama: </span></div><div><span style="color: #c27ba0;">“I don’t know how I can put into words how sorry I am. That was all we felt we could tell you.”</span></div><div><br /></div><div>Oh I see. So they are now explaining why the other monks have refused to help them, I thought. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>————</div><div>Note:2️⃣</div><div><a href="https://sayainunderworld.blogspot.com/2022/10/a-picture-you-must-never-see-otsukare.html?m=1" target="_blank">See the Link #1 at the end of this post.</a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #ff00fe;">130(OP): </span></div><div>I’m sorry, I need to leave again for a little while. </div><div>I beg your pardon for leaving so often. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #f6b26b;">131:</span></div><div><span style="color: #f6b26b;">>>130</span></div><div><span style="color: #f6b26b;">Don’t worry </span></div><div><span style="color: #f6b26b;">I’ll come back to read your story later too ♪</span></div><div><br /></div><div><div><br /></div><div>******************</div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #ff00fe;">132(OP): </span></div><div>I am back. </div><div>This story is getting so long and I would like to finish it as fast as I can, but at the same time, I would like to share with you all the facts, and hear your opinions about it, so please bear with me.</div><div><br /></div><div>So it was while we were talking about those things above that <i>it</i> happened. </div><div>The time was a little after 12.00 noon, in the broad daylight, when it was all bright and sunny with the picturesque scenery outside the windows. </div><div><br /></div><div>Let me explain the layout of the house: </div><div>Front Door → Entrance Hall → Corridor → <span style="color: #ffd966;">Sitting Room (that’s where we were at)</span> → Kitchen, and there was also a staircase in the corridor that led up to the second floor, where there seemed to be more rooms. </div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgHf_J8_rMbPDdlP_U-ERCLH0trBPqYqsH3m4umBVxW1o1broLg9WOl74oponWcNmzY3omq0jdLj9ELVY5qxhOmibctgjbHMraVxnPEq2HYe4UQ8d600muuAYeHUZ9sfppvg6GSml9lKGx_H4sYa0nTVKbVpaOAnRsDc9d0sc0f9elpM4A8-8kqBIOXjMd/s500/IMG_5338.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgHf_J8_rMbPDdlP_U-ERCLH0trBPqYqsH3m4umBVxW1o1broLg9WOl74oponWcNmzY3omq0jdLj9ELVY5qxhOmibctgjbHMraVxnPEq2HYe4UQ8d600muuAYeHUZ9sfppvg6GSml9lKGx_H4sYa0nTVKbVpaOAnRsDc9d0sc0f9elpM4A8-8kqBIOXjMd/s320/IMG_5338.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Anyway, the floor of the sitting room suddenly rang out “BANG!!!,” loud and clear, as if someone’s hands had hit it with all their might, and I felt the vibration through my feet. </div><div><br /></div><div>Being a monk, I was not a total stranger to paranormal experiences, and I had heard knockings and voices where there was no one, and seen vague shadows and so on, but never had I heard such a clear (and very loud) sound and felt vibration like that before, that I cried out, “Ahh!,” without meaning to. </div><div><br /></div><div>I think T san was quiet, but Okusama uttered a shrill scream.</div><div><br /></div><div>A second later, the windows behind the kitchen started rattling.</div><div>The sofa I sat in directly faced the windows, so I could see those clearly. </div><div><br /></div><div>As I was trying to keep myself from crying out again, the windows began rattling even more violently, and there was definitely (and there was no way it was something else) <i>someone out there</i>, gripping the windows and shaking them as hard as they could. </div><div>I am feeling goosebumps all over my body as I write this. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #ff00fe;">133(OP): </span></div><div>“What is this? What?” I blurted out in panic, unabashedly. </div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">T san, with averted eyes, said:</span></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">“This is also one of them.”</span></div><div><br /></div><div>“One of what?”</div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">T san:</span></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">“Obosan, sumimasen, this is not the only thing that happens. Please, help us, I beg you.”</span></div><div><br /></div><div>“What?”</div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #c27ba0;">Okusama:</span></div><div><span style="color: #c27ba0;">“Please, we implore you, help us, please!” </span></div><div><br /></div><div>The windows meanwhile had stopped rattling. </div><div>I was terrified out of my wits, but my mind was more concerned with the question of how could such strange phenomena happen in a way that felt so real to the senses. </div><div>For a brief moment, a silly thought like I had perhaps been thrown into a prank TV show without my prior knowledge, went through my head.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>“T san, Okusan (Note: a more casual form of addressing someone’s wife than Okusama), please tell me everything you already know. There may be something I could do to help you, but with the situation being as it is, I am still in the complete dark.”</div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">T san:</span></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">“True. Sumimasen. The construction of the house began two years ago, and finished last spring.</span></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">Up until last summer, nothing like this ever happened.”</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #ff00fe;">134(OP): </span></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">T san: </span></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">“But it all started when we had a barbecue in the garden last summer. We wanted to use the food waste from the barbecue as compost for a future vegetable plot, and began ploughing the part of the garden where we had planned to plant vegetables.” </span></div><div><br /></div><div>“And that was when those strange things started happening?”</div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">T san:</span></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">“Yes, but first, when we ploughed the spot, we found countless oyster shells buried in the ground. </span></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">We had no choice but plough a different spot, but then found so many chicken bones buried in there. </span></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">So next we decided to dig the first spot deeper so that we can get all the oyster shells out, and move them to the chicken bone spot, but this time found even more bones buried beneath the oyster shells. Those bones were pig bones, and there were a lot of them.” </span></div><div><br /></div><div>“So you mean to say this land used to be a disposal ground for the carcasses from the slaughterhouses which you mentioned earlier?” </div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">T san:</span></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">“That was what I thought at first too, and I rushed to the town office to make an enquiry about it. </span></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">But they said they had no records showing that the land was ever used for such a purpose. </span></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">So we took some photos of the shells and bones, and brought them to the office. </span></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">When they saw the photos, they finally agreed to visit our house if only to have a look at the garden… oh, and these were the photos.” </span></div><div><br /></div><div>“Oh…”</div><div><br /></div><div>So many bones, a ridiculously large amount of bones, were there, and also there were numerous oyster shells, just as T san had said. </div><div>The bones came in different sizes, large and small; and somehow I felt some of the bones looked newer than the others. </div><div><br /></div><div>“This is awful. But the town office must have dealt with this already?” </div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">T san:</span></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">“I wish they had… Obosan, you have seen the photos now, and I know these are enough for you to believe that what I am telling you is the truth… </span></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">But by the time the town office workers arrived on the day of the appointment, these bones had all vanished without a trace…” </span></div><div><br /></div><div>“What?” </div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">T san: </span></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">“What? — that was how my reaction was at the time too, but the bones and shells were gone completely. So the town office told us there was nothing they could do.” </span></div><div><br /></div><div>“But, what about these photos?” </div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">T san:</span></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">“None of them believe us. And I can’t blame them because there were no bones for them to see, after all… and those strange phenomena started happening a few days later.” </span></div><div><br /></div><div>“Is there a possibility that these are all malicious pranks staged by the townspeople? And the town office itself was perhaps taking part in them?”</div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">T san: </span></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">“I have thought about the possibility. </span></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">But you have heard that sound and seen the windows rattling. Did those things seem like pranks to you?”</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>“No…but the photos!”</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b><span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;">TO BE CONTINUED…</span></b></div></div></div><div><br /></div><div>Please wait for PART THREE which will be published next week! 😱⭐️</div>Saya_In_Underworldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02656628145147216545noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2424102700579341189.post-70273966191280549912023-11-25T18:24:00.002+09:002023-12-12T22:08:41.385+09:00“Please help us move a grave-like object”… A monk receives a bizarre and mysterious request - Part 1<p><span style="color: #ff00fe;">If you would like to be notified of future posts, follow me on:</span><b><br /></b></p><div><b>My Instagram:</b></div><div><b><a href="https://www.instagram.com/saya_in_underworld" target="_blank">Main</a></b></div><div><b><a href="https://www.instagram.com/lily_piano_yuriko" target="_blank">My Artwork</a></b> </div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>My X:</b></div><div><b><a href="https://twitter.com/Saya_Underworld" target="_blank">Main</a></b></div><div><b><a href="https://twitter.com/Yuri_Lily_Piano?t=G67txvR9oqWhdf99MX8zkg&s=09" target="_blank">My Artwork</a> </b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>❤️Updating Every Saturday Evening (Japan Time)</b></div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-THtGaa6fhrn_isB-Zm7BwmkGZoNIgA7Guii1JMkjZY3h6MI8KImebhaAoDyqsgJCDtZzqeYLkutxdlVJO2Ibs6SWd5UOSHsLVQqfkjwquFEWK7ytjHKrlYem6As09CEgufqNoZsHixv6HOzGJx3iTdwnNbv0Fl43wjIWU02fnJpv_Gqq1JVLiLwcDrwM/s678/IMG_5193.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="452" data-original-width="678" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-THtGaa6fhrn_isB-Zm7BwmkGZoNIgA7Guii1JMkjZY3h6MI8KImebhaAoDyqsgJCDtZzqeYLkutxdlVJO2Ibs6SWd5UOSHsLVQqfkjwquFEWK7ytjHKrlYem6As09CEgufqNoZsHixv6HOzGJx3iTdwnNbv0Fl43wjIWU02fnJpv_Gqq1JVLiLwcDrwM/s320/IMG_5193.jpeg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A Buddhist Monk</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #ff00fe;">😊Hello, everyone! </span></div><div><span style="color: #ff00fe;">This is another 2 chan thread, which is very LONG so I will have to divide them into several parts. </span></div><div><span style="color: #ff00fe;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #ff00fe;">I plan is to publish 6 parts in total, if all things go smoothly ✨</span></div><div><span style="color: #ff00fe;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #ff00fe;">But I might publish different stories for Christmas and New Year. </span></div><div><span style="color: #ff00fe;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #ff00fe;">Thank you for being patient with me!</span><span style="color: #ff00fe;"> </span></div><div><span style="color: #ff00fe;">I hope you enjoy the story! 🩷</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>————————-</div><div>(Translated and Arranged by Saya)</div><div><br /></div><div>The Thread Title:</div><div><div><span style="color: red; font-size: large;"><b>“Please help us move a grave-like object” … A monk receives a bizarre and mysterious request” (2016)</b></span></div><div><br /></div><div><b><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"><PART ONE : The Request></span></b></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #ff00fe;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #ff00fe;">87 (OP): </span></div><div>I would like someone who are not my friends or family to hear my story but I am not sure if I should post it here.</div><div><br /></div><div>I am a monk of a certain Buddhist school (Note: school here means a <a href="https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Buddhism_in_Japan" target="_blank">sect or denomination</a>) from <a href="https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kyushu" target="_blank">Kyushu</a>. </div><div>The other day, I encountered something quite bizarre and I am still confused. </div><div>I could write about it if anyone would be interested….</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCch2EJOjHT0h_XlCWmqcYsMkWGSxqufXCuP0-_ITPGZlqtoOvaXH84qqMNidGr2iL35iNHPs8iMPKjP3Ln6uHMexGh1Q6SpzimQSli6FCsG8-GmsiJNiAixE3mUxCSDsFhiV80OWCNIJksOjlE60Q6IrurN4jT0A2sdDOiRZnj0aFo873A4NPHQ1bTT9E/s640/IMG_5199.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCch2EJOjHT0h_XlCWmqcYsMkWGSxqufXCuP0-_ITPGZlqtoOvaXH84qqMNidGr2iL35iNHPs8iMPKjP3Ln6uHMexGh1Q6SpzimQSli6FCsG8-GmsiJNiAixE3mUxCSDsFhiV80OWCNIJksOjlE60Q6IrurN4jT0A2sdDOiRZnj0aFo873A4NPHQ1bTT9E/s320/IMG_5199.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A common robe worn by a monk</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMOU0WSVbR-m2ueyQe0FaKyYTqZbhjQHdT1Nbvdv3UiXYM-YygMy3sHZLQtHh6KTVv8Pz90nwOWXH74QYfnQPXRLTYlJPtcBcfpHWOZSqCkjofRnY3w8xD7kqzlaAp8EEjdlyImx41PO7Ao-4UEN4LTBkLH4jgv2R-rm7xMQgjhCZhN_fn1JrIkEOuOk2H/s727/IMG_5197.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="727" data-original-width="400" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMOU0WSVbR-m2ueyQe0FaKyYTqZbhjQHdT1Nbvdv3UiXYM-YygMy3sHZLQtHh6KTVv8Pz90nwOWXH74QYfnQPXRLTYlJPtcBcfpHWOZSqCkjofRnY3w8xD7kqzlaAp8EEjdlyImx41PO7Ao-4UEN4LTBkLH4jgv2R-rm7xMQgjhCZhN_fn1JrIkEOuOk2H/s320/IMG_5197.jpeg" width="176" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #f6b26b;">90: </span></div><div><span style="color: #f6b26b;">>>87</span></div><div><span style="color: #f6b26b; font-size: large;">I would definitely be interested ~ </span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">93:</span></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">>>87</span></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">Yes, please </span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #8e7cc3;">89:</span></div><div><span style="color: #8e7cc3;">Go ahead</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #ff00fe;">95(OP):</span></div><div>With the kind encouragement from 90 san, I have decided to post my story, although it may take long to write it all down.</div><div><br /></div><div>On a side note, my school (and I’m afraid some of you will know which one it is by me saying this) does NOT acknowledge the existence of ghosts and such, 1️⃣ so I cannot casually talk about this to anyone who knows me. </div><div><br /></div><div>Anyway, I live in <a href="https://www.japan-guide.com/e/e2161.html" target="_blank">Fukuoka</a>, and the other day, I had to go to a certain prefecture (famous because of a Hanawa san2️⃣) for work. </div><div><br /></div><div>The work involved, according to the person who phoned me (and it was the first time I ever spoke to him), “removing a cinerary urn from an old grave and relocating it into a new grave,” because they had rebuilt the gravestone.</div><div><br /></div><div>So he wanted me to do what is commonly known as “tama-nuki (魂抜き pulling out a soul) and “tama-ire (魂入れ putting in a soul),” but as a general rule, our school does not perform those rituals, so I initially turned down the request. 3️⃣</div><div><br /></div><div>I hope this is not too long.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>————-</div><div>Notes: </div><div><br /></div><div>1️⃣The monk presumably belongs to <a href="https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/J%C5%8Ddo_Shinsh%C5%AB" target="_blank">Jōdo Shinshū</a> because its doctrine does not include the concept of souls. </div><div><br /></div><div>On YouTube: </div><div><a href="https://youtu.be/rUG4ifeWzTk?si=zfih9xhUeG2k7_1r" target="_blank">The Revolutionary Origins of Pure Land Buddhism in Japan </a></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://youtu.be/yLGV8gdDcDI?si=ZVunhXlikitdBMFf" target="_blank">Kyoto Walk - Shinshū Nishi-Honganji-ji Temple</a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>2️⃣I’m guessing he is talking about the comedian called Hanawa, who was born in <a href="https://www.japan-guide.com/e/e6525.html" target="_blank">Saitama</a> prefecture. </div><div><br /></div><div>On YouTube: </div><div><a href="https://youtu.be/KWRRIpu6f24?si=xAxW-lJCP8IdRlD_" target="_blank">10 Best Places to Visit in Saitama</a></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://youtu.be/AbUk0vJodG4?si=wiTk1uZI_AXTNsMc" target="_blank">Countryside Stay (Chichibu in Saitama)</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>3️⃣I am now more or less convinced that the monk belongs to Jōdo Shinshū, because it is a school that does not do these rituals.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzCJHbbfWADM5-eebjPTaO-LvBEs74v8eiN463umFYNStw2ci5B6eXO3WSo7ILreT7PxCLV0OSmWWGVAG9hNo-HWfp-EiOqupqnVm2HSyjLCq00rbo48zdBopW6ca929OYyS0f78P0lkqbDZFZaXTVrf615ZG1c9ttwoEjYC8RxY8T1Rbdi65vs60rLivw/s604/IMG_5221.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="508" data-original-width="604" height="269" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzCJHbbfWADM5-eebjPTaO-LvBEs74v8eiN463umFYNStw2ci5B6eXO3WSo7ILreT7PxCLV0OSmWWGVAG9hNo-HWfp-EiOqupqnVm2HSyjLCq00rbo48zdBopW6ca929OYyS0f78P0lkqbDZFZaXTVrf615ZG1c9ttwoEjYC8RxY8T1Rbdi65vs60rLivw/s320/IMG_5221.jpeg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">An example of a grave in Japan</td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>————-</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #c27ba0;">97: </span></div><div><span style="color: #c27ba0;">>>95</span></div><div><span style="color: #c27ba0;">It’s not long at all ~~</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #76a5af;">98: </span></div><div><span style="color: #76a5af;">>>95</span></div><div><span style="color: #76a5af;">I’m reading </span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #ff00fe;">101(OP): </span></div><div>So my previous chunk of writing was about the right length? I will continue. </div><div><br /></div><div>Then, the person talking to me on the phone said,</div><div>“But I would be satisfied if you could do something similar. I must beg you to come.”</div><div>He sounded somewhat desperate.</div><div><br /></div><div>“I fear I would not be able to meet your expectations,” I declined the request for a few more times, because I could not possibly disregard my school’s doctrines, but the person would not take no for an answer. </div><div>He begged and begged, and each time he begged he became more distraught, making it even harder for me to turn it down. </div><div>At last, I told him that I would need to rearrange my schedule and call him back at a later date. </div><div><br /></div><div>The caller sounded like a middle-aged man, and he told me he came to know me through an acquaintance of his. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #93c47d;">102:</span></div><div><span style="color: #93c47d;">>>101</span></div><div><span style="color: #93c47d; font-size: large;">I’m so excited </span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #ff00fe;">105 (OP): </span></div><div>The following day, during my morning duty (a time way too early for ordinary people to be up), the person called me again. </div><div>“Have you decided when you will come? For pity’s sake, please come as soon as you can.” </div><div>He said this kind of thing over and over again. </div><div><br /></div><div>To be honest, I felt uncomfortable, thinking how could he call me at this time in the morning, and wondering if the matter was more complex than I had first believed.</div><div><br /></div><div>But the person (I will refer to him as <b><span style="color: #ffa400;">T san </span></b>from here on) sounded like he was half crying and, moved by pity, I gave him a few possible dates that would be convenient for me. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #ff00fe;">108(OP): </span></div><div>I’m sorry I’m slow to write. </div><div><br /></div><div>And then, as I had expected, he asked me to come at the earliest possible date (the morning of the following day), so I asked him to tell me the address of the place I would have to go, and the information about the deceased for whom I would be offering a mantra. </div><div><br /></div><div>“I will come pick you up at your place, and I will tell you all about it on the way to there.” </div><div>He said, making me feel even more uneasy. </div><div><br /></div><div>But I have already told him I would take on the work, and could not take my words back now, and also since T san knew where I lived, I was afraid that he might even try doing something drastic if I refused. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #ff00fe;">110(OP): </span></div><div>Truth be told, I am a bit of a scaredy-cat, so in preparation for the following day, I prayed more deeply and for longer to the principal image of my temple (although this is not really permitted), and in addition, I borrowed a <a href="https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vajra" target="_blank">dokkosho (vajra)</a> from a friend from another school to take with me. (We both regularly attend a Buddhism Study Group, where we study about other Buddhist schools and make friends.) </div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIIl0bpk_-zASKpmUI66FbM1Mxy7xJbdvYIoglYgX0cS68KOPI90u-iwkIhTNK4_-dbY3uKwA0465yeCED13iUkSWiR0KH17bCqQ05XEpWaFbYj-YgAZjWTaf1zc9jJd_n8nEPNRy70isiF4mup1Qsybz-J4HaZUIfzwSjUBj3jfa4UlIAtKiMXpo6PqD8/s554/IMG_5196.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="554" data-original-width="554" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIIl0bpk_-zASKpmUI66FbM1Mxy7xJbdvYIoglYgX0cS68KOPI90u-iwkIhTNK4_-dbY3uKwA0465yeCED13iUkSWiR0KH17bCqQ05XEpWaFbYj-YgAZjWTaf1zc9jJd_n8nEPNRy70isiF4mup1Qsybz-J4HaZUIfzwSjUBj3jfa4UlIAtKiMXpo6PqD8/s320/IMG_5196.jpeg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dokkosho (a Buddhist weapon to destroy earthly desires, mainly used in Esoteric Buddhist rituals in Japan)</td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhfgOqaXcvZzhBuK2MAIxrgnODDo_O3fdO9Upt6RE7EEwu9EeVcLNvP8o7u8mRNb3BDi35qLO0uqM-yJf4tY_qdktJ5ghV-z4m7XIe_sI-q9MhSdvVMvyxxzQwHNWMsbJofY5IEuY4LqqMQ6r5OUyW7AsDIRHN-MXrsiVmq6Wy0kL_dsEzJxr9zfr1NPS1/s554/IMG_5218.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="554" data-original-width="554" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhfgOqaXcvZzhBuK2MAIxrgnODDo_O3fdO9Upt6RE7EEwu9EeVcLNvP8o7u8mRNb3BDi35qLO0uqM-yJf4tY_qdktJ5ghV-z4m7XIe_sI-q9MhSdvVMvyxxzQwHNWMsbJofY5IEuY4LqqMQ6r5OUyW7AsDIRHN-MXrsiVmq6Wy0kL_dsEzJxr9zfr1NPS1/s320/IMG_5218.jpeg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Amitābha">The Principal Image of Jōdo Shinshū (Amida-nyorai/ Amitabha)</a></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div>The following day, T san came to pick me up earlier than the scheduled 9.00 am. </div><div><br /></div><div>T san turned out a be a gentle and timid man, very different from my impression of him on the phone, and the respectful way he greeted me showed that he was a polite person with common sense. </div><div>“Please pardon me for giving you so much trouble,” he apologised. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #f6b26b; font-size: medium;">112: </span></div><div><span style="color: #f6b26b; font-size: medium;">>>110</span></div><div><span style="color: #f6b26b; font-size: large;">What could have happened to him to make him lose his usual polite composure …? </span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #8e7cc3;">113:</span></div><div><span style="color: #8e7cc3;">>>112</span></div><div><span style="color: #8e7cc3;">Something dire must have happened to him.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #ff00fe;">114(OP): </span></div><div>T san was accompanied by his wife, and they appeared to be just a normal couple, and their car was also an ordinary-looking car. </div><div><br /></div><div>I had been informed of the prefecture we were going, so I had worked out the approximate amount of time I would be away, and left 4️⃣ T san’s address and number to my family so that they knew how to reach me. </div><div><br /></div><div>“So today, I understand that I have been called to help you relocate a grave. Is the deceased a member of your family?” </div><div><br /></div><div>When I asked them, T san’s reply was:</div><div>“No, the person is not related to us at all. </div><div>It’s a little complicated and I couldn’t tell you about it on the phone. I didn’t want our conversation to be overheard too.” </div><div><br /></div><div>Two things popped up in my mind when I heard it.</div><div>One was that “it may be something dangerous,” and the other one was that “perhaps a mizuko?”5️⃣</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>————-</div><div>Notes:</div><div><br /></div><div>4️⃣ In some Japanese Buddhist schools, priests are allowed to get married, and the Jushoku (住職 temple priest) usually lives in a house called “<a href="https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kuri_(kitchen)" target="_blank">Kuri</a>” adjacent to a temple with his family. </div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRYtI45g25sVbbje_dAmTeqHPyzMRYAEcAtUVYEl3-FcQsdN6Sf9GX3tVj8uqqRk7fwmTa5BHCUyZNwL7wjRWrAdObH6ek2MYnhCMkz_BCMNL-Xe-Az70EJKVu9oB0TGNkpBUL1640VOEeOrxk8f1sz1V39_CTyurlnXyStFZJ1juGVPaG1S_ND3mQ8WJv/s722/IMG_5207.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="425" data-original-width="722" height="188" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRYtI45g25sVbbje_dAmTeqHPyzMRYAEcAtUVYEl3-FcQsdN6Sf9GX3tVj8uqqRk7fwmTa5BHCUyZNwL7wjRWrAdObH6ek2MYnhCMkz_BCMNL-Xe-Az70EJKVu9oB0TGNkpBUL1640VOEeOrxk8f1sz1V39_CTyurlnXyStFZJ1juGVPaG1S_ND3mQ8WJv/s320/IMG_5207.jpeg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A small temple with a Kuri on the right</td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div>5️⃣<a href="https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mizuko_kuy%C5%8D" target="_blank">Mizuko</a> (水子 meaning “water child) is a term used for stillborn, aborted or miscarried foetuses. </div><div>Sometimes they are said to turn into vengeful spirits, if for example no proper memorial service is held for them. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>————-</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #ff00fe;">115 (OP): </span></div><div>T san’s wife added, “We first got to know about Obosan (Note: お坊さん, pronounced as o-BOH-san. This is a casual way of addressing a Buddhist priest) through D san.” </div><div><br /></div><div>D san was someone I had once worked together in the past on a certain educational project. </div><div>I wished they had told me about it earlier so that I could talk to D san and ask him to give me more information on this particular case, I thought. </div><div><br /></div><div>But what I bothered me more was what T san had said about how he “didn’t want our conversation to be overheard.” </div><div>“ I see,” I nodded, but I couldn’t get those words out of my mind. </div><div><br /></div><div>What did he mean by “overheard”? By who? </div><div>I felt nervous and just hoped he meant his family. </div><div><br /></div><div>“D san told me that you were a kind person and you would accept our request,” T san then started telling me the following story.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #ff00fe;">117(OP): </span></div><div>This is a summary of what he told me. </div><div>T san and his wife had moved to the prefecture because of his work and a new home (That’s how he became acquainted with D san). </div><div><br /></div><div>Before the couple decided to built their home at the current site, they had looked everywhere in the prefecture in search of the perfect place to start their new life. </div><div>They were lucky to have found the place that had everything — the sea, mountains, clean air, and fresh food.</div><div><br /></div><div>Having no children, they wanted a place where they could spend their last years in peace and quiet. </div><div>For this purpose, they had saved up enough money and chosen a job which would allow them to sustain a decent living for the rest of their lives. </div><div><br /></div><div>On the phone, he had told me that it was a grave, but to be more precise, it was a grave-like object. </div><div><br /></div><div>Naturally, that was an unexpected piece of information, and I nearly exclaimed out loud. </div><div>“What do you mean by a grave-like object?” I asked. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #ff00fe;">118(OP): </span></div><div>It was a normal sort of story up until this topic was brought up, which felt so out of place that I must have sounded quite alarmed. </div><div>Before T san could say anything, T san’s wife hurriedly interjected, “Sumimasen (<a href="https://www.mlcjapanese.co.jp/survival_10.html#:~:text=3.,Sumimasenn.%20%3D%20Thank%20you." target="_blank">sorry</a>), we didn’t mean to trick you or anything.” </div><div><br /></div><div>“No, I’m not thinking that way, I assure you. </div><div>So when you say ‘grave-like,” do you mean something like a monument made of stone?” </div><div><br /></div><div>I continued asking them, despite feeling the sudden heaviness of the air that fell on us in the car. </div><div><br /></div><div>T san replied, “Sumimasen, we can only describe it as something that looks like a grave. Sumimasen.” </div><div>He kept saying“Sumimasen” again and again. </div><div><br /></div><div>Oh, I’m doomed… Performing incantations is forbidden in my school, but I wish I had studied it more… </div><div>As I was thinking that, the wife said:</div><div>“But I am sure Obosan will be able to recognise it and tell us what it is. I know it will be alright.” </div><div>Inspite of her words, at that point, I simply wanted to run away. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Sumimasen, I need to perform my evening duties now. I will continue with my story after I have done them. </div><div>Please forgive me for being selfish. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #ffd966;">119: </span></div><div><span style="color: #ffd966;">>>118</span></div><div><span style="color: #ffd966;">Oh ~ I’m so intrigued!! </span></div><div><span style="color: #ffd966;">I’ll be waiting. I hope your work will go smoothly! </span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;">120: </span></div><div><span style="color: #e06666; font-size: x-large;">Well, well, what have we here? </span></div><div><span style="color: #e06666; font-size: x-large;">The most exciting thread I have encountered in a while!</span></div><div><br /></div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>**********************</div><div>⭐️Beautiful Place of the Week: </div><div><br /></div><div>Kayabuki no sato - Yakushi Onsen Hatago in Gunma Prefecture! </div><div><br /></div><div>Official website:</div><div><a href="https://www.yakushi-hatago.co.jp/en/">https://www.yakushi-hatago.co.jp/en/</a></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/w8mh2_jV2zs" width="320" youtube-src-id="w8mh2_jV2zs"></iframe></div><br /><div><br /></div><div>I would love to stay at this ryokan and just chill😍❤️</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>————-</div><div><span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"><b><a href="https://sayainunderworld.blogspot.com/2023/12/please-help-us-move-grave-like-object.html?m=1" target="_blank">→JUMP to PART TWO</a></b></span> </div>Saya_In_Underworldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02656628145147216545noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2424102700579341189.post-76622552506586714992023-11-18T18:23:00.000+09:002023-11-18T18:23:50.160+09:00Lucid Dream Experience <p><span style="color: #ff00fe;">If you would like to be notified of future posts, follow me on:</span><b><br /></b></p><div><b>My Instagram:</b></div><div><b><a href="https://www.instagram.com/saya_in_underworld" target="_blank">Main</a></b></div><div><b><a href="https://www.instagram.com/lily_piano_yuriko" target="_blank">My Artwork</a></b> </div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>My X:</b></div><div><b><a href="https://twitter.com/Saya_Underworld" target="_blank">Main</a></b></div><div><b><a href="https://twitter.com/Yuri_Lily_Piano?t=G67txvR9oqWhdf99MX8zkg&s=09" target="_blank">My Artwork</a> </b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>❤️Updating Every Saturday Evening (Japan Time)</b></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>(Translated and Arranged by Saya)</div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM9CLLLlkGePCyjrPoa-W8isYGw_hjfnkz82RDA_Mlq7Jwd-Ro0ZddUxSXxQkXI8rLptnjW0oMd7M-8FE87Y8MJ5NGNcI6Imlof4KlHeIa1TzDJH4G3N3-R1cXIY98q0kpxxPaKxMTEkwPwMhtZI71kf2KHWA7_vjaC8_SAFXXHGabMCvlZ7u-1w-mtB7P/s480/IMG_5076.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="408" data-original-width="480" height="272" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM9CLLLlkGePCyjrPoa-W8isYGw_hjfnkz82RDA_Mlq7Jwd-Ro0ZddUxSXxQkXI8rLptnjW0oMd7M-8FE87Y8MJ5NGNcI6Imlof4KlHeIa1TzDJH4G3N3-R1cXIY98q0kpxxPaKxMTEkwPwMhtZI71kf2KHWA7_vjaC8_SAFXXHGabMCvlZ7u-1w-mtB7P/s320/IMG_5076.jpeg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I’m married to Amazon. LOL</td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div><div><br /></div><div>⭐️Note: The narrator of this story became skilled at lucid dreaming through keeping a dream diary (see <a href="https://sayainunderworld.blogspot.com/2023/11/a-master-of-lucid-dreaming-will-teach.html?showComment=1700051758553&m=1#c3605763986287310085" target="_blank">previous post</a>) but unexpectedly ended up experiencing something scary and bizarre… 😱</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b><span style="color: #ff00fe;"><Story></span></b></div><div><b><span style="color: #ff00fe;"><br /></span></b></div><div>When I was at university, my dreams became much more fun than reality, and there was a period of time when I spent about 10 hours per day every day sleeping. </div><div><br /></div><div>At the time, I was having lucid dreams two to three times a week. </div><div><br /></div><div>I could will myself to wake up whenever I wanted to. I would just tell myself “wake up!” whenever I got bored of dreaming. </div><div><br /></div><div>Dreaming was so much fun that I wanted my dream world to swap places with the real world. </div><div><br /></div><div>However, I quit keeping a dream diary while I was still at university. </div><div>It was because I read about the danger of a dream diary on the internet, but another more important reason was that I directly went through a really scary experience myself. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>From here begins the story of what happened to me during the summer of my fourth year at university. </div><div><br /></div><div>I was in my own apartment room in a dream. </div><div>Then, a woman, looking like the clichéd ghost with her long hair and white kimono, walked through the window into the room. </div><div><br /></div><div>As I’d often had scary dreams before, I was unfazed, and it took me only a moment to realise that I was dreaming. </div><div><br /></div><div>I soon tried to manipulate the dream so that the ghost would into my favourite actress. </div><div><br /></div><div>But somehow, I couldn’t manipulate the dream no matter how hard I tried, and the woman was walking closer and closer to me. </div><div><br /></div><div>There seemed no other way but for me to wake up, so I prayed in my mind, “wake up, wake up!”</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>When I woke up, I was lying on my bed. </div><div>Feeling thirsty, I went to the kitchen to get some drink. </div><div>I opened the fridge, and to my shock, found the woman’s freshly severed head inside it. </div><div><br /></div><div>I realised that I was still in a dream. It was a dream within a dream. </div><div>I prayed that I would wake up again. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>When I opened my eyes, I was again lying down on my bed in my room. </div><div>Phew! Finally! I thought for a second before the woman stood by my bedside and looked down at me. </div><div><br /></div><div>Ahhh! I screamed. And then I woke up. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Again, I was lying down on my bed. </div><div>I was starting to feel scared. </div><div>A dream in a dream in a dream? </div><div>The situation was getting out of hand. </div><div><br /></div><div>I was living alone which made me feel even more scared, so I decided to visit a friend who lived nearby at the time. </div><div><br /></div><div>And then, while I was heading towards my friend’s house on foot, I felt something wasn’t right. </div><div>My friend’s house was only a one-minute walk from my home, but I couldn’t reach it no matter how long I walked. </div><div><br /></div><div>So weird and scary… as I thought that, I again saw the woman walking towards me from the opposite direction. </div><div><br /></div><div>So I am in a dream again. Perhaps I will never be able to get out of this dream on endless loop…</div><div>The woman was coming closer and closer. </div><div>I’m dead! I nearly peed from every pore of my skin when I woke up again.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I was lying down on my bed in my room once more. </div><div><br /></div><div>But this time, I could feel that I was back in reality. I felt the reality of things that I could not feel in my dreams, which definitely told me that I was back in the real world.</div><div><br /></div><div>So glad I’m back! I breathed a sigh of relief, and tried to get out of my bed, when I saw something that shocked me. </div><div><br /></div><div>I was somehow wearing shoes on my bed. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Which part of it was a dream and which part of it was real? </div><div>I wondered if I had actually gone outside and sleepwalked. </div><div>That would have been crazy and I would probably have looked like a ghost myself to passersby. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>This story sounds a bit fake but it is truly something that I experienced. </div><div>I had often heard that keeping a dream diary would make you unable to differentiate between dreams and reality, and now I know it’s true. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>———————</div><div>⭐️Funny Picture of the Week: </div><div><b><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">Relakkuma Turns Evil!!!</span></b></div><div><b><span style="color: red; font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;">BEFORE:</span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjAJQb5i6bvixy8Ayu2xSZ-CYH6wkdWAOLBZqLKvkj8qv8QzVoZ4-bjv2Clfzmuo7tioxdTBBC4x5NO0b3NoHx1BdqGjxa8WAjrp3CQlB_yL6ZdN0AKPTyQASfp9MLiqGeIAgFvIadBfoSW-_M1ESCfJuvB3vWKjGDkXJI_UJzSF-yKwPQiZjG7Ojn7imR/s1179/phonto.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="992" data-original-width="1179" height="269" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjAJQb5i6bvixy8Ayu2xSZ-CYH6wkdWAOLBZqLKvkj8qv8QzVoZ4-bjv2Clfzmuo7tioxdTBBC4x5NO0b3NoHx1BdqGjxa8WAjrp3CQlB_yL6ZdN0AKPTyQASfp9MLiqGeIAgFvIadBfoSW-_M1ESCfJuvB3vWKjGDkXJI_UJzSF-yKwPQiZjG7Ojn7imR/s320/phonto.jpeg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">They are usually innocent teddy bears</td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>⬇️</div><div>⬇️</div><div>⬇️</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div><br /></div><span style="font-size: x-large;">AFTER:</span><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE8h1c12QJ3Zg0zJwc21GK5_KORFvlLLk9R0PgTYctCOVURZFhjISZPgNTU3N4ZOvy7ZPKwL58liyUnfwJhM_3qaI8XxEJVELhqeHqECPD6t2z_PDWQrKNw_ajQFDs6pRvnFTITw9j_rvsaQbc1Gv0sszthYEKfpq6VoCAk9f_svve2eT1p4RH6_xlGUOM/s1528/phonto.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1528" data-original-width="1080" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE8h1c12QJ3Zg0zJwc21GK5_KORFvlLLk9R0PgTYctCOVURZFhjISZPgNTU3N4ZOvy7ZPKwL58liyUnfwJhM_3qaI8XxEJVELhqeHqECPD6t2z_PDWQrKNw_ajQFDs6pRvnFTITw9j_rvsaQbc1Gv0sszthYEKfpq6VoCAk9f_svve2eT1p4RH6_xlGUOM/w283-h400/phonto.jpeg" width="283" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sorry, Sanrio fans!<br /><br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQLADdnxzZPFIX6Z8MqyMG9PotLWBPVvxIqy3QdDbSDWR-0sXVyS9a52sXZw9nKh9tLdlu7oOO9xfHZ9H9tZ-m5jaD-XWk1Ih-K1trkgJFFSpBOmqqzm7hrmltdRrS2JDl-LJzm8rkQkjRSdok4NL8MFUXhyC6qQ6vEnsuIjPmOlFXMZG_tvUrKmThA0Yb/s4032/IMG_5144.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQLADdnxzZPFIX6Z8MqyMG9PotLWBPVvxIqy3QdDbSDWR-0sXVyS9a52sXZw9nKh9tLdlu7oOO9xfHZ9H9tZ-m5jaD-XWk1Ih-K1trkgJFFSpBOmqqzm7hrmltdRrS2JDl-LJzm8rkQkjRSdok4NL8MFUXhyC6qQ6vEnsuIjPmOlFXMZG_tvUrKmThA0Yb/s320/IMG_5144.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My own Relakkuma Plushie at home. LOL</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Saya_In_Underworldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02656628145147216545noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2424102700579341189.post-56996806283390774322023-11-11T17:12:00.000+09:002023-11-11T17:12:36.960+09:00“A Master of Lucid Dreaming will teach you how to freely control your dream”<p><span style="color: #ff00fe;">If you would like to be notified of future posts, follow me on:</span><b><br /></b></p><div><b>My Instagram:</b></div><div><b><a href="https://www.instagram.com/saya_in_underworld" target="_blank">Main</a></b></div><div><b><a href="https://www.instagram.com/lily_piano_yuriko" target="_blank">My Artwork</a></b> </div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>My X:</b></div><div><b><a href="https://twitter.com/Saya_Underworld" target="_blank">Main</a></b></div><div><b><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><a href="https://twitter.com/Yuri_Lily_Piano?t=G67txvR9oqWhdf99MX8zkg&s=09" target="_blank">My Artwork</a> </span></b></div><div><b><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></b></div><div><b><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">❤️Updating Every Saturday Evening (Japan Time)</span></b></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPCTGqiReCYILmvRQjOLTsdaZyk0I10gEuOjKgSq75-5sclcGA0bew_zgZr5eVqfTVbYw_T8x0rCOi1CnMI9ZuIYLHUf3EEkYriJt_GdIh9GnssQdVbCAFbdbihw1SudvSY86Pduh6aXZA2bpDWAT6kNyAGtEpeVRNatsQUoMoYdDLQc95Buw4roDEvlsZ/s853/IMG_5081.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><img border="0" data-original-height="853" data-original-width="640" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPCTGqiReCYILmvRQjOLTsdaZyk0I10gEuOjKgSq75-5sclcGA0bew_zgZr5eVqfTVbYw_T8x0rCOi1CnMI9ZuIYLHUf3EEkYriJt_GdIh9GnssQdVbCAFbdbihw1SudvSY86Pduh6aXZA2bpDWAT6kNyAGtEpeVRNatsQUoMoYdDLQc95Buw4roDEvlsZ/s320/IMG_5081.jpeg" width="240" /></span></a></div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">(Translated and Arranged by Saya)</span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">A thread from 5 chan. </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div><b><span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-size: large;">The Thread Title :</span></b></div><div><div><b><span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;">“The Master of Lucid Dreaming will teach you how to freely control your dream” (2019)</span></b></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">1(OP): </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">I have been training in this art since I was a high schooler. </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">But I quit after it started to affect my health about a year ago.</span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">⭐️</span><span style="color: #f3f3f3;">Note:</span></div><div><span style="color: #f3f3f3;">Lucid dream</span></div><div><span style="color: #f3f3f3;"><br /></span></div><div><a href="https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lucid_dream"><span style="color: #04ff00;">https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lucid_dream</span></a></div><div><span style="color: #f3f3f3;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #f3f3f3;">“a lucid dream is a type of dream in which the dreamer becomes aware that they are dreaming while they are dreaming. It is a trainable skill. During a lucid dream, the dreamer may gain some amount of control over the dream characters, narrative, or environment, although this control of dream content is not the salient feature of lucid dreaming.”</span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #b6d7a8;">2: </span></div><div><span style="color: #b6d7a8;">Wouldn’t controlling your dreams like that make you sick? </span></div><div><span style="color: #b6d7a8;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">3(OP): </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">>>2 </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">That depends on what level you are at. </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">When you are at the master’s level, your health condition obviously gets worse. </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">5:</span></div><div><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">Well, you dream when your sleep is shallow, so of course intentionally inducing shallow sleep will have a detrimental effect on your health. </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">11 (OP):</span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">>>5 </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">Ideally, you should do this only when you happen to have a dream, </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">but as your training progresses, you automatically begin to dream more frequently. </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">So you won’t be able to avoid becoming unhealthy. </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #f3f3f3;">4:</span></div><div><span style="color: #f3f3f3;">Teach us how to do it</span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">6(OP): </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">The best way is to keep a dream diary.</span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">But that’s not absolute requirement. </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">I advanced quite far without keeping one. </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #f3f3f3;">7:</span></div><div><span style="color: #f3f3f3;">Dream diary? Won’t you forget everything you dreamed the moment you wake up?</span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">8(OP): </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">Let me explain the different levels first</span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">Level 0 — You rarely, if ever, have dreams.</span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">Level 1 — You do have dreams but almost never remember them.</span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">Level 2 — You are able to become aware that you are dreaming, but as soon as you become aware, you wake up.</span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">Level 3 — You don’t wake up even when you become aware that you are dreaming, but you are unable to control the dream. </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">Level 4 — You are able to control your dream within the limits set by the dream. </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">Level 5 — You are able to do whatever you want, to the extent that you can change even the dream itself.</span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">As for me, I have reached Level 5</span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">9(OP):</span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">I’ll give you an example of what it is like to reach Level 4. </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">For example, you dream about playing with your friend in an amusement park. </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">When you become aware that it’s a dream, you can hit your friend, try different rides, and jump off a Ferris Wheel, and so on. </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">But you can’t change the situation of being in an amusement park or change anything about the other people around you. </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">10(OP): </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">And some people at Level 4 may only be able to do things that are possible within the laws of physics, while others at the same level may be immune to such limitations.</span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">For example, they may be able to shoot out a <a href="https://dragonball.fandom.com/wiki/Kamehameha" target="_blank">Kamehameha</a>, or fly in the sky, </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">Or shoot out a destruction blast from their mouth, etc. </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">14 (OP): </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">On a side note, I heard that there are some people who are born with the ability to do all these things without training. </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">Some talented people are able to study inside their dreams, or even control how often they dream. </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">But I’m not qualified to explain those instances.</span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #b4a7d6;">15:</span></div><div><span style="color: #b4a7d6;">At the end of the day, your instructions are useful only for those who want to escape from their reality. </span></div><div><span style="color: #b4a7d6;">When we are satisfied with our reality, such stuff won’t matter much to us. </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">18(OP):</span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">>>15</span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">Well, true. We should first and foremost aim for a good night’s sleep so that we can have a fulfilling life. </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #f9cb9c;">16: </span></div><div><span style="color: #f9cb9c;">I can fly in my dreams but I’ve never been able to do a Kamehameha </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">22(OP):</span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">>>16 </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">You can though once you have done the training. </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #f3f3f3;">20:</span></div><div><span style="color: #f3f3f3;">There’s no question that you can’t dream if you are getting enough sleep </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">24(OP): </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">First of all, I warn you that the ability to do this differs from person to person, and even if you put much effort into the training, you may reach a point after which you stop making further progress. </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">Anyway, try it if you’re interested! </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">First, you must try very hard to recall your dreams. </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">It may sound like a hassle but make sure you have a pen and paper ready by your pillow. </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">25(OP): </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">If you’re a kind of person who doesn’t usually dream, set an alarm clock or something to wake yourself up and then go back to sleep, and repeat this for two to three times. </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">Or take an afternoon nap.</span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">That will make it easier for you to have dreams. </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">26(OP): </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">If you then wake up even with the vaguest feeling of having dreamed that time, do your very best to recall it and write it down on the paper.</span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">27(OP):</span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">The most important thing is to write down as many details as you can possibly remember. </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">What kind of place you were in, who else were in it, </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">What kind of sounds you heard, how you were feeling at the time, </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">All the sensations you felt, and so on. </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">Anything and everything you can remember has to be written down <— IMPORTANT </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">Not just a simple sentence like “I was playing with my friends in an amusement park.”</span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #b6d7a8;">28:</span></div><div><span style="color: #b6d7a8;">I’m at Level 5 too but I don’t dream so often. </span></div><div><span style="color: #b6d7a8;">If you have any tips you think would help us to dream more often, please tell us.</span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">31(OP): </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">My only advice would be to wake up and go back to sleep again immediately. </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">But in my opinion, it’s a good thing you don’t dream so often.</span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">I have dreams every night whether I intend it or not, which is seriously affecting my health.</span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">29(OP): </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">In any case, just keep on recording your dreams in a dream diary. </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">Anyone who says writing in a dream diary has done nothing, is probably not writing down enough details. </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">Once you have remembered that you were in an amusement park,</span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">Recall how many people were there, what kind of clothes you were wearing,</span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">What kind of rides you saw, what colour were those rides, </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">Smell, temperature, weather… write down anything even if they seem insignificant.</span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">30(OP): </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">Onto the next important thing. </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">Imagine if you could go back to the dream, at what point could you have realised you were dreaming?</span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">As you write in your dream diary, take note of the instances that are unrealistic. </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">Those are the parts that will make you think:</span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">“That was weird and could never happen in reality. Why didn’t I realise at the time that I was dreaming?” </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">You look back and reflect on them. </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">33(OP): </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">I said I would explain it all, but that is actually all the training you need to do. </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">In my case, I started writing down things on paper only when I needed to go up from Level 4 to Level 5. </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">Recalling your dreams in detail is enough to help you make significant progress in this art. </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">35(OP): </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">One more advice.</span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">Once you have done the training and you become conscious in your dreams, </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">Try doing something that is out of alignment with the situation you are in. </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">For example, if you are studying in a classroom at school in your dream, and you become conscious that you are dreaming, </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">It’s not enough to think to yourself “I’m dreaming right now.” </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">As soon as you realise it, try breaking a window and fly out of the classroom, and do other such stuff.</span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">35(OP):</span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">So now that I have finished explaining to you how to do it, let me move on to the next topic, which is about the changes that will happen to your body and mind. </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">36(OP): </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">First, the content of your dreams becomes more and more similar to reality. </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">In the beginning, you may often find yourself in worlds that are obviously strange. </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">Such as a crazy fantasy world. </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">But as your training progresses, you will more often than not find yourself in worlds that resemble the real world you live in.</span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">37(OP): </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">Moreover, you will start dreaming noticeably more often. </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">If you have been training conscientiously, you know that you are going to have a dream as soon as you fall asleep. </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">38(OP): </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">The most extraordinary thing of all is that the sensations you experience in your dreams become increasingly realistic too. </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">For example when you touch someone, the sensation of it becomes almost the same as if you touched someone in reality. </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">But I had a really scary experience because of this. </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">Maybe it’s only me but I got stabbed with a knife in a dream once and it was so painful that it really scared me. </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">39(OP): </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">And when you have reached the final stage of the training, the line between dream and reality starts to get blurry. </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">This is the reason why I quit keeping a dream diary.</span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">40(OP): </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">That’s all from me! THE END.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #ffe599;">42: </span></div><div><span style="color: #ffe599;">I want to escape from this shitty reality but can’t dream. It sucks.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">44(OP): </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">>>42 </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">Train harder</span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">45(OP): </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">It is unlikely you will realise that you are dreaming every single time without exception. </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">It only becomes dangerous when you fail to notice it. </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">47(OP): </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">I had a dream once in which I yelled “I quit!” to a senpai and stormed out of my workplace. </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">The following morning, I felt so bad about it that I made a call to the senpai to apologise to him, but he was like, “huh? What the heck are you talking about?” </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">So if you do this too much, I guarantee you that reality will start becoming indistinguishable from dreams, so be careful. </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">Bye bye!</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>48: </div><div>You should try astral projection next time </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #e69138; font-size: large;">46:</span></div><div><span style="color: #e69138; font-size: large;">Thanks!</span></div><div><span style="color: #e69138; font-size: large;">That was very helpful!</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>——————</div><div>❤️Fun Video of the Week!</div><div><br /></div><div>“Crazy Office Worker’s Night Meal”</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/CuUonVsI5Tg" width="320" youtube-src-id="CuUonVsI5Tg"></iframe></div><br /><div>A poor office worker gets fired from his job, and in despair, he starts making a special meal…😆✨</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Saya_In_Underworldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02656628145147216545noreply@blogger.com31tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2424102700579341189.post-37297698904229483462023-11-04T17:14:00.002+09:002023-11-04T21:56:13.160+09:00You See?<p><span style="color: #ff00fe;">If you would like to be notified of future posts, follow me on:</span><b><br /></b></p><div><b>My Instagram:</b></div><div><b><a href="https://www.instagram.com/saya_in_underworld" target="_blank">Main</a></b></div><div><b><a href="https://www.instagram.com/lily_piano_yuriko" target="_blank">My Artwork</a></b> </div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>My Twitter:</b></div><div><b><a href="https://twitter.com/Saya_Underworld" target="_blank">Main</a></b></div><div><b><a href="https://twitter.com/Yuri_Lily_Piano?t=G67txvR9oqWhdf99MX8zkg&s=09" target="_blank">My Artwork</a> </b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>❤️Updating Every Saturday Evening (Japan Time)</b></div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5cjthfh5Wte-cWpsGyF00UzTPoXvBQMBy_IISggWlPRZ3MRW4BxxfADIpQDSYS3ma8FIEEMudGR1HYSXujX-XzF4tJYn9CxYcXwWOXReHbDXcKoIwukxgICH7PboZYW7svhTspZVQcBYkDy7mRpNPrSIGhL2fg6Sup4Mf9HqGZ-EDQACnM11nMauEvlXC/s604/IMG_5025.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="604" data-original-width="600" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5cjthfh5Wte-cWpsGyF00UzTPoXvBQMBy_IISggWlPRZ3MRW4BxxfADIpQDSYS3ma8FIEEMudGR1HYSXujX-XzF4tJYn9CxYcXwWOXReHbDXcKoIwukxgICH7PboZYW7svhTspZVQcBYkDy7mRpNPrSIGhL2fg6Sup4Mf9HqGZ-EDQACnM11nMauEvlXC/s320/IMG_5025.jpeg" width="318" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">How to Stop a Taxi in Japan<br />(JK. Don’t do it lol)</td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>(Translated and Arranged by Saya)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div>I only had one friend at the university, and one time I went to stay overnight at her house. </div><div><br /></div><div>As we chatted about the area around the university over the dinner, my friend’s mother said: </div><div>“Do you know Dai-ichi Department Store? Before I got married, I used to work there. When you have free time, please go to the women’s restroom on the fourth floor. You will know the reason why once you get there, so I’ll keep it a secret.”</div><div><br /></div><div>I wondered why she had to tell that to me, and in such a roundabout way too, but I didn’t have any plan to go to Dai-ichi Department Store any time soon, so I just ignored it. </div><div><br /></div><div>A few years later, Dai-inch Department Store decide to close for good, and I remembered what my friend’s mother had said.</div><div>When I went to the woman’s restroom on the fourth floor, the door of one occupied cubicle opened, and my friend’s mother came out. </div><div><br /></div><div>She was wearing the same clothes as she was when I stayed over at her house. </div><div><br /></div><div>As I stood there, stunned, she only said “you see?” and left. </div><div><br /></div><div>I had lost contact with my friend since we graduated from the university, so the mystery of it remains unsolved.</div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>————-</div><div>⭐️Fun Picture of the Week:</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaI5v51ezz9hpLu0gBU0mBswsbeT-E4tqtDyV9pGm853OfSoRhGAij225hPN2qcOot3IoYz5e0DXaw114uUwoYSNNo3IbanBYPmkJYuNnJk5IXqcjku_3mU2LVDfr181_Xhly93xuT2B-nMsvweId_tNBrH4bMC8IcoZbmIH1IW_UTw_FQny7tZ2vdpjrF/s600/IMG_5026.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="600" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaI5v51ezz9hpLu0gBU0mBswsbeT-E4tqtDyV9pGm853OfSoRhGAij225hPN2qcOot3IoYz5e0DXaw114uUwoYSNNo3IbanBYPmkJYuNnJk5IXqcjku_3mU2LVDfr181_Xhly93xuT2B-nMsvweId_tNBrH4bMC8IcoZbmIH1IW_UTw_FQny7tZ2vdpjrF/s320/IMG_5026.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Saya_In_Underworldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02656628145147216545noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2424102700579341189.post-44898932484150385102023-10-28T17:31:00.001+09:002023-10-28T20:55:28.216+09:00“A Man in White Robe? Is Standing in Front of My House..”<p><span style="color: #ff00fe;">If you would like to be notified of future posts, follow me on:</span><b><br /></b></p><div><b>My Instagram:</b></div><div><b><a href="https://www.instagram.com/saya_in_underworld" target="_blank">Main</a></b></div><div><b><a href="https://www.instagram.com/lily_piano_yuriko" target="_blank">My Artwork</a></b> </div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>My Twitter:</b></div><div><b><a href="https://twitter.com/Saya_Underworld" target="_blank">Main</a></b></div><div><b><a href="https://twitter.com/Yuri_Lily_Piano?t=G67txvR9oqWhdf99MX8zkg&s=09" target="_blank">My Artwork</a> </b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>❤️Next Update: Next Saturday Evening (Japan Time)</b></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi461ay4_0yosdVVmOoxRgV4Xurch9Gr6pFNNnY4yLx5Wae_vQq8btAXofzIFWmOsuzp_ELA6nQLa0BzO0aQYOKTNR3PJeoNPmU29kavbHkATQdJ9bUaqUgiAre87voO2T8L5ktlsCOQm-TgnwxzbMWkZEb3KCeFeTuu7TFT5Hn-4PJo7MDXqwWFkQnQcH9/s600/IMG_4906.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="405" data-original-width="600" height="216" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi461ay4_0yosdVVmOoxRgV4Xurch9Gr6pFNNnY4yLx5Wae_vQq8btAXofzIFWmOsuzp_ELA6nQLa0BzO0aQYOKTNR3PJeoNPmU29kavbHkATQdJ9bUaqUgiAre87voO2T8L5ktlsCOQm-TgnwxzbMWkZEb3KCeFeTuu7TFT5Hn-4PJo7MDXqwWFkQnQcH9/s320/IMG_4906.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div>(Translated and Arranged by Saya)</div><div><br /></div><div>🎃🎃🎃</div><div>Happy Halloween Everyone!!!👻👻👻</div><div>This is a newly translated 2 chan thread! </div><div>It’s long but I hope you enjoy it!! 🦇🪄✨</div><div><br /></div><div><div><br /></div><div>The Thread Title: </div><div><b><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">“The A Man in White Robe? Is Standing in Front of My House..” (2008)</span></b></div><div><br /></div><div>(🍣Note: : “White Robe” in the original text was Shiro</div><div>Shozoku (<a href="https://www.japanesewiki.com/culture/Shiro%20Shozoku.html" target="_blank">white kimono worn for by dead people or worn during various rituals</a>) </div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://amzn.asia/d/2r0waia" target="_blank">Shiro shozoku available on Amazon </a></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">1 (OP): </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">More than four hours have passed since I first noticed him.</span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">He is just standing there, doing nothing. Dressed all in white. </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">Moreover, he keeps wiggling from side to side. </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">Here’s a photo of him I took from a balcony by a digital camera. The white person.</span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">I’m uploading it in case anyone’s interested in seeing it. </span></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia1WeQa3MfetBjVlzj7UolEn3FJmoVxBoW386pIH-0gTaDlSNvdMbv42bnsjLLQEp8M81Ri72ss330_LLrk_9wso1677nhGs4aD84Bzw2nNYPA_TVoWm1mS_3EyE2ZCTGD2RRHeNCkW3zoPqgC6ayUEsCCZTBBL32UBepWM4-teYxGGECm0nhxCkIeaRA8/s600/IMG_4907.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="600" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia1WeQa3MfetBjVlzj7UolEn3FJmoVxBoW386pIH-0gTaDlSNvdMbv42bnsjLLQEp8M81Ri72ss330_LLrk_9wso1677nhGs4aD84Bzw2nNYPA_TVoWm1mS_3EyE2ZCTGD2RRHeNCkW3zoPqgC6ayUEsCCZTBBL32UBepWM4-teYxGGECm0nhxCkIeaRA8/s320/IMG_4907.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #ffa400; font-size: large;">3:</span></div><div><span style="color: #ffa400; font-size: large;">Hey….</span></div><div><span style="color: #ffa400; font-size: large;">That’s not good….</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>4: </div><div>Too dark. </div><div>Where? </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">6:</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">>>1 </span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;">Rest in peace </span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>7:</div><div>Scaaaarrryyy wwww </div><div><br /></div><div>(🍣Note: www is equivalent to LOL in English)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>8: </div><div>Could be a Black Phantom? </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>10: </div><div>Scaryyyy</div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">18 (OP): </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">On my way home, just before I reached my apartment building,</span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">I noticed someone was standing at the entrance. </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">The person was standing with his back to me, wearing white clothes from head to toe, </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">and moreover, he was wiggling from side to side. </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">I couldn’t see his face, but he was holding something that looked a piece of paper? firmly in his hand, </span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>20: </div><div>Whoa… I’m feeling goosebumps for real</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">21: </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">He’s here because of scalar waves</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div>(🍣Note: Scalar waves are one of the evil electromagnetic waves that are supposed to be causing catastrophic environmental damages to the earth, according to the cult Religion The Pana-wave Laboratory)</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pana_Wave">https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pana_Wave</a></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://wrldrels.org/2022/07/12/pana-wave-laboratory/">https://wrldrels.org/2022/07/12/pana-wave-laboratory/</a></div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim4SIeCgGZgcBki3piiFE2JAigDu9nJkxKQXGI88q22P224NAtfzhuNLNtZwduGi5bpwW7aHJ8IHN5lYIG7IdeM1BAMEFkrwt29NWE5hQSC_CtgpuERqCO8hB7JQGzvEW7hw5hlDYDDOLpaeAtJhesWwsHaLdsgrrPoGdyQhpmqK03DA53KafgGd2pnocP/s1179/IMG_4908.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="770" data-original-width="1179" height="209" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim4SIeCgGZgcBki3piiFE2JAigDu9nJkxKQXGI88q22P224NAtfzhuNLNtZwduGi5bpwW7aHJ8IHN5lYIG7IdeM1BAMEFkrwt29NWE5hQSC_CtgpuERqCO8hB7JQGzvEW7hw5hlDYDDOLpaeAtJhesWwsHaLdsgrrPoGdyQhpmqK03DA53KafgGd2pnocP/s320/IMG_4908.jpeg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://bunshun.jp/articles/-/45371?page=1" target="_blank">Pana-wave Laboratory</a> </td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>22: </div><div>Just call the police</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>28: </div><div>Ewwwww</div><div>Is he moving? wwwww</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">29 (OP):</span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">He looked creepy like an enemy from Silent Hill. </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">But it wasn’t like he was trying to attack me, so I said “good evening” to him. </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">That was because I was scared and wanted to make certain that he was just a normal person who can make a normal conversation.</span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">Now I wish I hadn’t done that.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #ffa400; font-size: large;">31: </span></div><div><span style="color: #ffa400; font-size: large;">He’s trying to absorb electromagnetic waves! Stop bothering him!</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>32: </div><div>You guys, don’t open the curtains!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>35:</div><div>Take him into custody!!!!!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>36: </div><div>I feel like the guy is coming closer and closer every time I see the photo</div><div>But I hope it’s just my imagination </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">40 (OP): </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">As soon as I greeted him, he stopped wriggling,</span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">and then he </span><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">stopped moving altogether.</span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">It was creepy because he looked like a human but his behaviour wasn’t human-like.</span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">I quickly walked past him and entered the building.</span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">The entrance to my apartment building has self-locking doors, so I was supposed to be safe once inside it, right?</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">41:</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Wait, someone’s ringing my doorbell at this time of night… What … wai…. f</span></div><div><br /></div><div>(🍣Note: it was past 1.00 am when this thread started)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>42:</div><div><a href="https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kunekune_(urban_legend)" target="_blank">Kunekune</a> is here</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>44: </div><div>Scaaaarrrrrryyy</div><div><span style="color: #ff00fe;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #ff00fe;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #ff00fe;">48: </span></div><div><span style="color: #ff00fe;">You’ll be safe once you paste this on your front door</span></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLNdEw3HjE_5GWstGvVhgs0sAPo47tgXOu1kBeKRtVQJqIUJq4_0H8BnHXP6lgr_ocxLctOhe8-0fqCds7etASdjH8NyPdhKd_Xic6v8_kbHcd3E9gBUt6CKQO4jZxlTvQ8C62Vnpof92u8L_CwLFplSpqLnXowsrsLQcmArXSVdePhTNsTLldvfboP20f/s600/IMG_4909.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="435" data-original-width="600" height="232" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLNdEw3HjE_5GWstGvVhgs0sAPo47tgXOu1kBeKRtVQJqIUJq4_0H8BnHXP6lgr_ocxLctOhe8-0fqCds7etASdjH8NyPdhKd_Xic6v8_kbHcd3E9gBUt6CKQO4jZxlTvQ8C62Vnpof92u8L_CwLFplSpqLnXowsrsLQcmArXSVdePhTNsTLldvfboP20f/s320/IMG_4909.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div>(🍣Note: This is the logo of the Pana-Wave Laboratory)</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://suzuri.jp/skb8000/designs/4857154" target="_blank">Buy items with the Pana-Wave Laboratory logo design from here!</a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #ffa400; font-size: large;">59:</span></div><div><span style="color: #ffa400; font-size: large;">>>48</span></div><div><span style="color: #ffa400; font-size: large;">That would be asking him to come in wwwww</span></div><div><span style="color: #ffa400; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div>83:</div><div>Wouldn’t it better to call someone from the occult board?</div><div><br /></div><div>Btw can you remind me what this is? >>48</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>94:</div><div>>>83</div><div>This is a symbol that’s supposed to repel scalar waves</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>93:</div><div>>>83 </div><div>The Pana-Wave Laboratory. The leader Chino. Makes me feel nostalgic.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>49:</div><div>Oh, this is a troublesome one</div><div>For real you must place piled salt in the four corners of your room </div><div>Don’t talk to that thing </div><div><br /></div><div>(🍣Note: Piled Salt (Morishio) is used to purify a place and remove bad energy.)</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://www.japanculinaryinstitute.com/post/japanese-tradition-food-culture-vol-1-morishio-piled-salt-for-prosperous-business">https://www.japanculinaryinstitute.com/post/japanese-tradition-food-culture-vol-1-morishio-piled-salt-for-prosperous-business</a></div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div>52:</div><div>The OP is so polite to say hello to it www</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>54:</div><div><span style="color: #ff00fe; font-size: large;">Levels adjustment & trimming </span></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKutLofi119HDKthrrJ6VTZPg3-PHPDUNycIJVLqbf1UvhRj8Alt6nDvuLRcaReOn8SLOaCQ7XIG-LjEHwCrIw8xGyDqJmPbr9xULtSFW8vYJBuymPmdd2L9PHAIPrg76p6nB011lQP4BVSkNrYMlw8fE_GlbfFIfxgDTShB5zEqQDpeFCuuP5WVUgURK0/s600/IMG_4910.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="600" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKutLofi119HDKthrrJ6VTZPg3-PHPDUNycIJVLqbf1UvhRj8Alt6nDvuLRcaReOn8SLOaCQ7XIG-LjEHwCrIw8xGyDqJmPbr9xULtSFW8vYJBuymPmdd2L9PHAIPrg76p6nB011lQP4BVSkNrYMlw8fE_GlbfFIfxgDTShB5zEqQDpeFCuuP5WVUgURK0/s320/IMG_4910.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #ffa400; font-size: large;">58: </span></div><div><span style="color: #ffa400; font-size: large;">CREEEEEPYYYYYY</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>64: </div><div>>>54 </div><div>Too creepy</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>80:</div><div>>>54</div><div>The shape of the legs look a bit strange, don’t you think? </div><div>It’s an alien, I’m sure of it</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>61: </div><div>Damn! </div><div>Now I cannot go to sleep </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">57 (OP): </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">By the time I reached my room on the 7th floor, </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">my nervousness was gone and I was more like feeling really annoyed. </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">Because I can’t believe this kind of stuff could happen to me right after moving into a new home.</span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">I was trying to explain it away by telling myself that the guy might be a lunatic who had run away from a mental hospital, </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">or those white clothes might have been just his work clothes </span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>65:</div><div>That actually reminded me of the phantom from Final Fantasy VI.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>67: </div><div>He may be bending his head like that because he is hungry? </div><div>Try serving him some refreshments w</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">70 (OP): </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">The problem started after that. </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">After taking a bath, I was smoking a cigarette on the balcony, and I casually looked down. </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">He was still there. </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">Although it had been more than an hour since I greeted him. </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">By the way, he is standing right there as I write this.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #93c47d;">71:</span></div><div><span style="color: #93c47d;">That cloth or hoodie? I wonder what would happen if he lifted that up and showed his face?</span></div><div><span style="color: #93c47d;">Imagining that gave me goosebumps w</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>81:</div><div>>>71 </div><div>Thanks to you, I had to turn on all the lights in my house </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>86: </div><div>Talk to them</div><div>If they are female, she can be your girlfriend </div><div>If they are male, he can be your friend </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>87:</div><div>Why aren’t you calling the police?</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">91:</span></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">>>87</span></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">He doesn’t look like someone that the police can deal with…</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>88: </div><div>He kinda looks like a scarecrow… </div><div>Scary…..</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>89: </div><div>You can start off by calling him from the balcony </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>92: </div><div>He is from the Pana-Wave</div><div>You’re emitting scalar waves from your home </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>95:</div><div>Oh, it would definitely be useless to call the police.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>96:</div><div>Don’t do it</div><div>You’ll hurt yourself </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>98: </div><div>It’s scary but where did he take the photo from? </div><div>Doesn’t the angle look a bit strange? </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>101: </div><div>Maybe his clothes got snagged on something and that’s why he can’t move? </div><div>And he must be very shy</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>103:</div><div>Super scary wwwww</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>104:</div><div>I’m reading this on my mobile phone, but I decided to stay up late so that I can support >>1 </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>105:</div><div>I have a feeling the OP might die if he saw its face…</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>114:</div><div>You guys, watch behind you w </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">115(OP): </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">The scary thing is, and you’ll see it if you look at those photos but</span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">the white guy has moved from the entrance to a spot below my room. That’s bizarre, don’t you think? </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">That’s when I realised,</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>130:</div><div>>>115</div><div>What happened, >>1 ? </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>131:</div><div>I’m even more scared now after hearing this www</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">119: </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">I have a bad feeling about this…</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>127: </div><div>If you dress up like him, he might want to talk to you, what do you think?</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>128:</div><div>You mustn’t go outside!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>134:</div><div>I want to leave this thread and do something else, but I’m curious about what will happen next</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">138 (OP):</span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">Supposing the white guy is mental, why has he come to the spot just below my home? </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">This leads me to think he isn’t mental but someone with an intention, who is somehow targeting me.</span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">I’ve only moved to this place in early July (🍣Note: it was August 2008 when this was happening) </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">To be honest, I’m still terrified out of my wits. </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">Even though I posted this thread hoping it would make me feel less scared </span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #ffa400; font-size: large;">146:</span></div><div><span style="color: #ffa400; font-size: large;">Of course he is here to eliminate you w</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>140: </div><div>I’m guessing you are ok as long as he is not showing you any hostility. </div><div>If he is a human, you must be able to feel his emotions. </div><div><br /></div><div>If he isn’t a human… I can’t think of any solutions…</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>142:</div><div>He appears to have no hands</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>143:</div><div><br /></div><div>Nooo!!</div><div> (>'A`)></div><div> ( ヘヘ</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>145: </div><div>I have a feeling this going to be a legendary thread…</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #93c47d;">155:</span></div><div><span style="color: #93c47d;">Why don’t you call out to him from there? </span></div><div><span style="color: #93c47d;">“Let’s have dinner together!” Or something like that </span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>158:</div><div>>>155 </div><div>What would you do if he took that seriously and came up to where you were? www</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>164: </div><div>>>158</div><div>Somehow the thing is already standing inside the front door of >>155 although he has locked it…</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">166 (OP): </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">So for the past two to three hours, I have repeatedly gone out on the balcony to check but he hasn’t moved from the spot even for an inch, like a mannequin. </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">No matter how many times I check, the white guy is still there.</span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">And the creepy thing is, he still keeps wiggling.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-size: large;">169:</span></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-size: large;">>>166</span></div><div><span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-size: large;">Chant a magic spell! </span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>170: </div><div>He might clamber up the wall </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>175: </div><div>If anyone here has gotten anxious and looked out a window of their own room to see if anything is out there, raise your hand </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #b4a7d6;">182:</span></div><div><span style="color: #b4a7d6;">Thanks to >>1 , I’m armed with a M92 even when I am just going to the bathroom </span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>186: </div><div>Try talking to him again ~~ </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>191: </div><div>I’m getting so scared (><)</div><div>Please someone make me feel better ~~</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>193:</div><div>Do something! Anything! </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>198: </div><div>I say this again but the man is just shy</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>199: </div><div>Dump a bucket of water on him</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>208: </div><div>I thought it was a screenshot of Silent Hill when I first saw the photo </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">209 (OP): </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">Uploading a photo I took just now. </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">Still there. </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">It’s a real shame because if he were a pretty girl with specs (🍣Note: he said something a bit more sexual in nature which I omitted 😅) </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">I would not only invite her in but also share my bed with her!</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixBuQzEh-2klvWN4R0kPuisbLZHL5awcCBUsDIIuRtxspMe4Kj6e9Q-kjzS1UK7DcQsfD6ZS1XvGmZ26IxAUf9I7_x059JUZWxkucJrGSeI5BC5kUS-xATLuhjDqwQbA2knx6UQNEjuWxWuaZTDygD8o5vX_rjVhM9a7Z8zvv174ihf5qqiA74mVMl2qkY/s600/IMG_4911.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="600" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixBuQzEh-2klvWN4R0kPuisbLZHL5awcCBUsDIIuRtxspMe4Kj6e9Q-kjzS1UK7DcQsfD6ZS1XvGmZ26IxAUf9I7_x059JUZWxkucJrGSeI5BC5kUS-xATLuhjDqwQbA2knx6UQNEjuWxWuaZTDygD8o5vX_rjVhM9a7Z8zvv174ihf5qqiA74mVMl2qkY/s320/IMG_4911.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-size: large;">214: </span></div><div><span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-size: large;">>>209</span></div><div><span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-size: large;">Too scary (;_;)</span></div><div><br /></div><div>215: </div><div>>>209</div><div>Scaaaaarrryyyyyyyyy</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: large;">225:</span></div><div><span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: large;">>>209</span></div><div><span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: large;">Whoa! </span></div><div><span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: large;">It has no eyes!!</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>232:</div><div>I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m really scared I’m sorry </div><div>I can’t sleep because I feel this >>209 might appear in my dream I’m sorry </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>219: </div><div>For a moment I thought it was the exactly same photo as the first one, but it’s different w</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>222: </div><div>You keep on taking those photos, yet you think the guy hasn’t noticed it? </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>242:</div><div>>>222</div><div>YIKES!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>228: </div><div>Stealth shoot him with an airsoft gun </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #ff00fe; font-size: large;">43:</span></div><div><span style="color: #ff00fe; font-size: large;">>>204 trimmed & adjusted </span></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOEkjGqIqUo2RSG4g3h9OLPgRhWQIpLTFZQuXQpOM3w7ZlAckf-ZDi8P7POjLhC_T0XHaUDCVs4QLAUpLvnRusKX7dEk49c7fIASy0fyAqSxuDwnhS2eHVeHgA1KllDtiCoHb5igw-MK9oRA-_9yEnucxO-a74iFC-ymIxtbzbhXcLpTalacjAv1fvlfE_/s600/IMG_4912.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="563" data-original-width="600" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOEkjGqIqUo2RSG4g3h9OLPgRhWQIpLTFZQuXQpOM3w7ZlAckf-ZDi8P7POjLhC_T0XHaUDCVs4QLAUpLvnRusKX7dEk49c7fIASy0fyAqSxuDwnhS2eHVeHgA1KllDtiCoHb5igw-MK9oRA-_9yEnucxO-a74iFC-ymIxtbzbhXcLpTalacjAv1fvlfE_/s320/IMG_4912.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">229: </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">>>1 G..good luck </span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>231:</div><div>So scary it made me laugh</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>238: </div><div>You can see a bit of his face </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #93c47d;">240: </span></div><div><span style="color: #93c47d;">Sprinkle some salt on him. He might shrink</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>269:</div><div>Launch an preemptive attack</div><div>Do it</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>271:</div><div>Scarryy</div><div>I won’t be able to sleep! </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>273:</div><div>Shoot an airsoft gun! </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>277: </div><div>Throw a flying pan at him from the balcony </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">284: </span></div><div><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">Imagine waking up and seeing that thing lying right next to you </span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">308 (OP): </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">Sure I’m scared, but it’s not every day I encounter a phenomenon like this.</span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">This might sound frivolous, but part of me feels a bit excited.</span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">I’m just an ordinary office worker after all, and excitement is nonexistent in my line of work. </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">Should I really go launch an attack on him then? w</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>320:</div><div>>>308</div><div>!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">328: </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">>>308</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Are you really gonna do it wwwwwwwwwww</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>315: </div><div>Now that’s the true spirit of a VIPPER</div><div>A conservative person is not worthy of being called a VIPPER</div><div><br /></div><div>(🍣Note: a VIPPER is a name for someone who uses the Breaking News (VIP) board on 2 chan often ) </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>330: </div><div>>>308</div><div>Attack him!!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>318: </div><div>If it were in Chiba, I would go charge at the white guy on my bike</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>324:</div><div>Btw since a while ago, some guy I don’t know has been taking photos of me from somewhere above me www</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>342:</div><div>If >>1 went to bed now, he might not wake up ever again…</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>350: </div><div>>>342</div><div>Then we would see >>1 on the news tomorrow?</div><div>Please >>1, no death under suspicious circumstances! </div><div>That thought really scares me</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>358: </div><div>We don’t know if that person is a man, do we…?</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>363: </div><div>ATTACK <—</div><div>DEFEND </div><div>ITEM</div><div>CALL THE POLICE</div><div><br /></div><div>🍣Note: this looks like a parody of the Dragon Quest battle screen</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuP1cQACVoadmWk85fKjWIvowIe5b7TFafPNmK9Qy0YIGRyUULWs9AM66d1AwNcihAZtyZ0uav7ybb-XdPNDKepSPvZZAtqqae9XB7sYveCbBHLB6X-mXv2pKZw5FoL3nLNlWCI0Li7i0zlhcHLTJSa8cFYx_nvKGgKuvbphclh6Uoyu2qWyy44KSMjBIL/s628/IMG_4898.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="488" data-original-width="628" height="249" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuP1cQACVoadmWk85fKjWIvowIe5b7TFafPNmK9Qy0YIGRyUULWs9AM66d1AwNcihAZtyZ0uav7ybb-XdPNDKepSPvZZAtqqae9XB7sYveCbBHLB6X-mXv2pKZw5FoL3nLNlWCI0Li7i0zlhcHLTJSa8cFYx_nvKGgKuvbphclh6Uoyu2qWyy44KSMjBIL/s320/IMG_4898.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">370 (OP): </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">I will take a look outside again for one more time.</span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">Shall I go out if it seems ok ? </span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #ffa400; font-size: large;">377:</span></div><div><span style="color: #ffa400; font-size: large;">>>370</span></div><div><span style="color: #ffa400; font-size: large;">Yes, go!</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>386: </div><div>You don’t need to do anything </div><div>Just tell us what’s happening immediately </div><div>I’ll be waiting </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>378: </div><div>1. On drug</div><div><br /></div><div>2. Just plain mad</div><div><br /></div><div>3. A fake story made up by >>1 with the help of a friend </div><div><br /></div><div>4. Photoshopped images of >>1 </div><div><br /></div><div>5. REAL THING</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Now, which one of these is the right answer?</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>389: </div><div>Tell him that <a href="https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/To_Love_Ru" target="_blank">To LOVE Ru </a>is showing on TV right now </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>390: </div><div>Gather all your arms! </div><div>Doesn’t matter if they are just an airsoft gun or a tennis racket </div><div>Use a flashlight when you take a picture </div><div>Have you locked your front door?</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>402:</div><div>Charge at him like an angry bull</div><div>You have the right to do it</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-size: large;">400 (OP): </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-size: large;">Shit! Shit! I messed it up! He knows I’m here</span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-size: large;">He saw my face, </span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">407:</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">>>400</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">NO….</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>412:</div><div>>>400</div><div>Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #b4a7d6;">423:</span></div><div><span style="color: #b4a7d6;">>>400</span></div><div><span style="color: #b4a7d6;">That means you saw his face too!!!!!</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>428:</div><div>>>400</div><div>Oh nooooooo</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>432:</div><div>You’re just imagining it…</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Don’t look behind you</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>442:</div><div>>>400</div><div>What www That’s giving me chills…</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #b6d7a8;">418:</span></div><div><span style="color: #b6d7a8;">>>1</span></div><div><span style="color: #b6d7a8;">I sense a sort of curse from this photo.</span></div><div><span style="color: #b6d7a8;">If anyone felt a strong shock in their chest from looking at this photo, be careful. </span></div><div><span style="color: #b6d7a8;">At least don’t look at it after 3 am.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>421:</div><div>The white guy is reading this thread too</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">435 (OP):</span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">I think he saw me taking a photo of him. Am I being too self conscious?</span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">The white guy, is he looking at me? Or is it just my imagination? </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">Please see this and tell me what you think. </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">I don’t want this anymore…</span></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNpZ26jQbm3inaqL0XI8GVqdHXxvEZQ8ipkbGKFFp1xNu4GjuBviiBJYHCFPChn80gYCth77YrsNzE-ytU6rmK95siOW16-BSd6jWQcjAXWd1QXqaneXNeatftFikMSWycVV0NyHhOzoOn4H0bfvp7Lc50I1qIPlNdiVNiKWRkh8uAtDDa3UzlS8qZAm5K/s600/IMG_4913.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="600" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNpZ26jQbm3inaqL0XI8GVqdHXxvEZQ8ipkbGKFFp1xNu4GjuBviiBJYHCFPChn80gYCth77YrsNzE-ytU6rmK95siOW16-BSd6jWQcjAXWd1QXqaneXNeatftFikMSWycVV0NyHhOzoOn4H0bfvp7Lc50I1qIPlNdiVNiKWRkh8uAtDDa3UzlS8qZAm5K/s320/IMG_4913.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #ffa400; font-size: large;">454:</span></div><div><span style="color: #ffa400; font-size: large;">RUN ~~~~~~~wwwwwwwww</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>451:</div><div>>>435</div><div>NO WAYYYYYYYYYYY</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>453: </div><div>>>435</div><div>Most likely an <a href="https://skdesu.com/en/why-do-japanese-steal-panties/" target="_blank">underwear thief </a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">458: </span></div><div><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">>>435</span></div><div><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">Yes, he is looking at you.</span></div><div><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">Definitely looking at you.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>463: </div><div>>>435</div><div>You can’t see the face at all….</div><div>Creepy…..</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>470:</div><div>>>435</div><div>Stop looking at me</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>477: </div><div>>>435</div><div>I’m getting really scared</div><div>I’m actually hoping this is just a prank </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>460: </div><div>I’ve come here from the Occult board </div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">461(OP): </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">My digital camera was set to the automatic mode, and I took the photo with a flash by mistake!! </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">The white guy won’t launch an attack on me, will he…? </span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>493:</div><div>He has legs… He is a human </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #ff00fe;">504: </span></div><div><span style="color: #ff00fe;">Adjusted Version</span></div><div><span style="color: #ff00fe;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw6lOVlYxJOWWZSTm-FLgMsYcMyi6o2p5y7ropd7Qicx2jGxCqpXoqvz6YLDqSUAF95Jslrs09LaKQJc2MVQDbW5p-N0xwLwBCQU3gCgVsFzmupo_lkONHWSi4Kpa_YG-UTDyOO1LSsc-O4mQq-Ohgrd97waCqJtg0jY0u9ylbY2qS-F_pIGxWISqE7Ngo/s600/IMG_4914.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="487" data-original-width="600" height="260" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw6lOVlYxJOWWZSTm-FLgMsYcMyi6o2p5y7ropd7Qicx2jGxCqpXoqvz6YLDqSUAF95Jslrs09LaKQJc2MVQDbW5p-N0xwLwBCQU3gCgVsFzmupo_lkONHWSi4Kpa_YG-UTDyOO1LSsc-O4mQq-Ohgrd97waCqJtg0jY0u9ylbY2qS-F_pIGxWISqE7Ngo/s320/IMG_4914.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>519: </div><div>>>504</div><div>HIS FACE!!!!</div><div>So creepy!!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>1, </div><div>OK that’s enough </div><div>Call the police!!! </div><div>Then continue to give us a report of what’s happening </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>525:</div><div>>>504</div><div>He looks like he is smiling wwww</div><div>>>1 You asked for it wwwwww</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>528:</div><div>>>504</div><div>What’s wrong with his face…</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>530:</div><div>>>504 </div><div>Seems like some parts of his face are distorted </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>531:</div><div>>>504</div><div>Is he opening his mouth to yawn or say something?</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #b6d7a8;">514(OP): </span></div><div><span style="color: #b6d7a8;">Why can’t we see his face…</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>521:</div><div>Not a human face www</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>523: </div><div>This guy…. He’s so small, isn’t he!?</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>527:</div><div>Here you are</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYZCflrgnsg0Tbw-LfAxWxEJBUtKTVZek2OeOeSxD-upbIDV3yPz9Xa_xzeOdcD-tJ5fiJkFDk6-eh-cfmJnowiYI4DxI6JEkCRc8kNfSVJy5F3SjnzgWhvnlJZM-7m_1YlOYaOP8vKEmeeTa5Pivy5qSdDFnswK-j9UF1Fc6MJuuqGtBn3q1ewsxmM0Pf/s415/IMG_4915.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="415" data-original-width="247" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYZCflrgnsg0Tbw-LfAxWxEJBUtKTVZek2OeOeSxD-upbIDV3yPz9Xa_xzeOdcD-tJ5fiJkFDk6-eh-cfmJnowiYI4DxI6JEkCRc8kNfSVJy5F3SjnzgWhvnlJZM-7m_1YlOYaOP8vKEmeeTa5Pivy5qSdDFnswK-j9UF1Fc6MJuuqGtBn3q1ewsxmM0Pf/w238-h400/IMG_4915.jpeg" width="238" /></a></div><br /><div> </div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">538: </span></div><div><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">It is befittingly Ushimitsu doki right now</span></div><div><br /></div><div>🍣Note:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7WaVs6qsfhxcAQIz5J0XdO_ASr1cfk2zDccPr1A4kHPJUK9HF3PLYjfgIvSCVCW4x-Rv2hq4CzZYnImf1w0GsIMxRwuvWerKNkT4hDQ3n1iqZY_jVylfCxlWJejBlwMavyY2P9vrx_XkUqWTtZ2RFC33KFqw4qo0z7BlL4G6xGRE3mQPHTLmfuAjD2nZ5/s1027/IMG_4916.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="729" data-original-width="1027" height="227" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7WaVs6qsfhxcAQIz5J0XdO_ASr1cfk2zDccPr1A4kHPJUK9HF3PLYjfgIvSCVCW4x-Rv2hq4CzZYnImf1w0GsIMxRwuvWerKNkT4hDQ3n1iqZY_jVylfCxlWJejBlwMavyY2P9vrx_XkUqWTtZ2RFC33KFqw4qo0z7BlL4G6xGRE3mQPHTLmfuAjD2nZ5/s320/IMG_4916.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN4TIsK0dh3NIPIKjlHBOxeSrOAj1sy1tPqRLbzMspzlWO2_0OicvjqRAPSJfrwL2gh5NjCGfJHys_nxHHt2D_r3zKMNU9Vtr0wp5WnOdtstVmWmjpzmLMty-OQL0_NTNCneB-Wc4QtvCdF9JtEHzJi5PrJJouz8PJqjsWEJbmXt3rVD68fmYnfwCSCNKu/s1004/IMG_4917.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="647" data-original-width="1004" height="206" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN4TIsK0dh3NIPIKjlHBOxeSrOAj1sy1tPqRLbzMspzlWO2_0OicvjqRAPSJfrwL2gh5NjCGfJHys_nxHHt2D_r3zKMNU9Vtr0wp5WnOdtstVmWmjpzmLMty-OQL0_NTNCneB-Wc4QtvCdF9JtEHzJi5PrJJouz8PJqjsWEJbmXt3rVD68fmYnfwCSCNKu/s320/IMG_4917.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Sources: </div><div><a href="https://blog.kano.ac/posts/2146_2023-09-06_22-11-00.html">https://blog.kano.ac/posts/2146_2023-09-06_22-11-00.html</a></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blog.kano.ac/posts/2147_2023-09-07_21-26-00.html">https://blog.kano.ac/posts/2147_2023-09-07_21-26-00.html</a></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://en.m.wiktionary.org/wiki/丑三つ時">https://en.m.wiktionary.org/wiki/丑三つ時</a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">556 (OP): </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">Should I go talk to the white guy? </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">Like “what are you doing here at this hour of the night?”</span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">I’m </span><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">a resident here, while he is not!</span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">I won’t allow anyone to mess with me</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #ffa400; font-size: large;">568:</span></div><div><span style="color: #ffa400; font-size: large;">>>556</span></div><div><span style="color: #ffa400; font-size: large;">MARKED FOR DEATH</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>567:</div><div>>>556</div><div>>>1, don’t do anything crazy </div><div>You would get yourself in even deeper troubles </div><div>Call 110 now! </div><div>What do you think we have the police for?</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">589 (OP): </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">I will be ok if I take a baseball bat with me, won’t I? </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">Even though it’s made of plastic </span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>608:</div><div>I just heard some noises from the next room</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>635:</div><div>Hey!!!</div><div>It’s already past 2.00 am, and I thought I would take a quick look at the list of VIP threads before hitting the sack. </div><div>Then I found this thread and opened the link to the picture at >>1…</div><div>Give me back my sleep! </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">644 (OP): </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">I’ve looked down from the balcony and the white guy is gone. </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">I see something on the ground where he was standing before. </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">A piece of paper? </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">I’ll go down and get it. </span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>668: </div><div>>>644</div><div>Be careful!!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>690: </div><div>*excited*</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">717:</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">My prediction </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">>>1 won’t come back </span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>745: </div><div>He hasn’t come back yet…</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>746:</div><div>It would be so awful if >>1 never returned w</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>752:</div><div>I hope he’s safe …. Perhaps the guy is still somewhere near but just keeping himself hidden </div><div>The paper may be a trap…</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>755: </div><div>Well it’s not so unusual to find some weirdo hanging about near the front door of your home. </div><div><br /></div><div>Isn’t it?</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>758: </div><div>I had nothing to do so I was making this but this thread is nearly over now</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIWa0Y4CASpNH7qmv40dkE7GmYMZ-8HyB3TsA4UsknbqA4X_AyzfThtYyBizi9mWry8Ex37Nqj0wbVL9e-HFGyYj3qAUgdgf5qsMfRsGz4A9h4VESQDYnKi-upgDuUuZV5uWYc3ucqsWQaLDxVD3WhZfXC400pkTPbwa_xNXalz_36OJlmsY0X0tCn07Q-/s600/IMG_4918.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="600" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIWa0Y4CASpNH7qmv40dkE7GmYMZ-8HyB3TsA4UsknbqA4X_AyzfThtYyBizi9mWry8Ex37Nqj0wbVL9e-HFGyYj3qAUgdgf5qsMfRsGz4A9h4VESQDYnKi-upgDuUuZV5uWYc3ucqsWQaLDxVD3WhZfXC400pkTPbwa_xNXalz_36OJlmsY0X0tCn07Q-/s320/IMG_4918.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>771:</div><div>>>758</div><div>What are you doing? wwww</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>775: </div><div>>>758</div><div>Real Ponkikki www</div><div><br /></div><div>🍣Note: Ponkikki is an old children’s show which has a green character like this one below </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8dBEywCs81CDy4wMCJtCrrJFLeycgzpjBTigO6fNT8TUcs0h7GG-N2REj3nUVlxDKExQ_7qMbvISL0rXMEg7ouJAyrryAklPS__7RCoUohEtSinvJu-BNyCZNXmANnaHvMeSd8LCPV2inrKzz2BLbqvJ0ax_gA0IIr_8vtTfjtQlPGd0l2TR1gK8fqGr1/s386/IMG_4919.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="386" data-original-width="386" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8dBEywCs81CDy4wMCJtCrrJFLeycgzpjBTigO6fNT8TUcs0h7GG-N2REj3nUVlxDKExQ_7qMbvISL0rXMEg7ouJAyrryAklPS__7RCoUohEtSinvJu-BNyCZNXmANnaHvMeSd8LCPV2inrKzz2BLbqvJ0ax_gA0IIr_8vtTfjtQlPGd0l2TR1gK8fqGr1/w200-h200/IMG_4919.jpeg" width="200" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>778:</div><div>>>758</div><div>CREEEEPYYYY</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>774: </div><div>Come on! Quick! I’m falling asleep ~</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">784 (OP): </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">Tadaima! (🍣<a href="https://global.japanese-bank.com/learn-japanese/whats-the-meaning-of-tadaima/" target="_blank">Note: I’m home</a>) </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">I’ve got the thing that white guy has left behind!! </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">It looks like a family photo</span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">So creepy</span></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrCB80ibpMjYwkLkUeEBhJyApOpnHViqTmrj-XvXcjZkuGRjakrwv35px_bxfJbn_Lx0pnv3L9iMwqMQhY-wiM0f0AeJ5Mhb93Kvhl3QCb8UflQeTdj5WAnP4sFurjnXzsyHfQ-K-ZIu_Y7ONwI1gBXO_127iPDsO8Iq0RyrYLvIMTpfIVtvLh7mYi5lD3/s600/IMG_4920.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="600" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrCB80ibpMjYwkLkUeEBhJyApOpnHViqTmrj-XvXcjZkuGRjakrwv35px_bxfJbn_Lx0pnv3L9iMwqMQhY-wiM0f0AeJ5Mhb93Kvhl3QCb8UflQeTdj5WAnP4sFurjnXzsyHfQ-K-ZIu_Y7ONwI1gBXO_127iPDsO8Iq0RyrYLvIMTpfIVtvLh7mYi5lD3/s320/IMG_4920.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">791:</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">>>784</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">UNEXPECTED wwwwwwwwwwwwwww</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>794: </div><div>>>784</div><div>What wwwwww</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>798:</div><div>>>784</div><div>What…is that thing….</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>803:</div><div>>>784</div><div>I expected you to come back and announce this has all been faked w </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>811:</div><div>>>784 </div><div>Please stop it wwwww</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>817: </div><div>>>784</div><div>Crazyyyyyyy</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>828: </div><div>And when you see the back of the photo you will see ….</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">829: </span></div><div><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">This took a new turn www</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>836:</div><div>Stop~~~!!!!!</div><div>I can’t go to bed ~~~</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>838:</div><div>The adventure has just begun for >>1</div><div><br /></div><div>END</div><div><br /></div><div>(🍣Note: this is a typical expression used in a manga which has suddenly been axed and forced to create the final episode.)</div><div><br /></div><div>This was a good final episode</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>859:</div><div>This is getting interesting ~~~~</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">858(OP): </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">I felt like I had to get it!!!</span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">Maybe I was possessed ww </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">But I’m glad I went anyway ! </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">The only thing that’s bad is I got too excited and left the baseball bat outside w</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-size: large;">895: </span></div><div><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-size: large;">The OP is fated for a bad ending </span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>896: </div><div>Perhaps his family ran away from home and lives in >>1’s apartment building?</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-size: large;">899(OP): </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-size: large;">No way</span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-size: large;">What am I gonna do</span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-size: large;">The guy is walking around in the corridor of my apartment building</span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-size: large;">He is wandering around there</span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-size: large;">I hope what I just saw wasn’t real</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">911:</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">>>899</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Oh shit wwwwwww Run wwww</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>918:</div><div>>>889</div><div>……..For real? </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>923:</div><div>>>899</div><div>*SCREAMING* </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #b4a7d6;">932:</span></div><div><span style="color: #b4a7d6;">>>899</span></div><div><span style="color: #b4a7d6;">He’s just come to return your bat</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>927:</div><div>>>1 please run~~~~</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">953: </span></div><div><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">What’s wrong with the guy who said he has come to return the bat wwwww</span></div><div><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">Of course he has come to take the photo back from the OP wwwww</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">958 (OP):</span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"> ノノノノノ</span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">( ○○) < yes, of course it’s all fake including the part where I said I had a job</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>979:</div><div>>>958</div><div>I’m glad you are safe</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>978:</div><div>>>958</div><div>You rascal. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #ffa400; font-size: large;">972:</span></div><div><span style="color: #ffa400; font-size: large;">>>958</span></div><div><span style="color: #ffa400; font-size: large;">Wait a minute www</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>973:</div><div>>>985</div><div>Thank you for the announcement </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>985:</div><div>Another god of fake post wwww</div><div><br /></div><div>(🍣Note: there is another famous horror thread which was so well made that no one realised it was fake until the OP revealed it at the end. And people who read the thread started calling him a god of fake posts.)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-size: large;">55 (OP): </span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-size: large;">Hahaha, I never imagined this thread would grow this long</span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-size: large;">Everyone is so gullible</span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-size: large;">Like as if this could happen for real</span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-size: large;">Please forgive my messy sentences</span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-size: large;">Morning has already come, right?</span></div><div><span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-size: large;">Everyone, thank you so much and take care</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>68: </div><div>>55 </div><div>Be careful when you are near the entrance for at least a week from now, just to make sure </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-size: large;">60:</span></div><div><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-size: large;">>>55 </span></div><div><span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-size: large;">Morning....? </span></div><div><br /></div><div>(🍣Note: it’s still before 2.30 am)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>65:</div><div>>>55</div><div>YOU BASTARD wwwwwwww</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>78: </div><div>>>55 </div><div>Good work</div><div>I was thoroughly entertained </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: large;">87: </span></div><div><span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: large;">>>55 </span></div><div><span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: large;">H</span></div><div><span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: large;">E</span></div><div><span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: large;">L</span></div><div><span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: large;">P</span></div><div><span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: large;">M</span></div><div><span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: large;">E</span></div><div><br /></div><div>🍣Note:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJL0xPmI52KyoTV3kp3QzBUWKyUyBzsLnVLKy_LgYlwIKwk9QWP0Tpv5K0byGz39DPESU7XnqLMEXUjEaydnng7m_e97idge2lvQqBR-X-2sfuVvnBrJW9qtNbZHiKRkznlI4u9znj0LEAxjmJXC_5SdKmKUG7sjaOlqeaaj5mQMR5r_C7mIUS7gRnKRP0/s1179/IMG_4923.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="920" data-original-width="1179" height="250" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJL0xPmI52KyoTV3kp3QzBUWKyUyBzsLnVLKy_LgYlwIKwk9QWP0Tpv5K0byGz39DPESU7XnqLMEXUjEaydnng7m_e97idge2lvQqBR-X-2sfuVvnBrJW9qtNbZHiKRkznlI4u9znj0LEAxjmJXC_5SdKmKUG7sjaOlqeaaj5mQMR5r_C7mIUS7gRnKRP0/s320/IMG_4923.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>92:</div><div>>>87</div><div>!!!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;">97:</span></div><div><span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;">>>87</span></div><div><span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;">SHIT !!!!!!!!!</span></div><div><span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>————</div></div>Saya_In_Underworldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02656628145147216545noreply@blogger.com31tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2424102700579341189.post-82923799304798206462023-10-14T17:10:00.001+09:002024-03-07T17:22:11.540+09:00Neko Sensei (Dr. Cat) <p><span style="color: #ff00fe;">If you would like to be notified of future posts, follow me on:</span><b><br /></b></p><div><b>My Instagram:</b></div><div><b><a href="https://www.instagram.com/saya_in_underworld" target="_blank">Main</a></b></div><div><b><a href="https://www.instagram.com/lily_piano_yuriko" target="_blank">My Artwork</a></b> </div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>My Twitter:</b></div><div><b><a href="https://twitter.com/Saya_Underworld" target="_blank">Main</a></b></div><div><b><a href="https://twitter.com/Yuri_Lily_Piano?t=G67txvR9oqWhdf99MX8zkg&s=09" target="_blank">My Artwork</a> </b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>❤️NEXT UPDATE: <span style="color: #ff00fe; font-size: large;">Saturday 28th October! </span></b></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>(Translated and Arranged by Saya)</div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4ogn61AzblYklx_0JPBG5Uty4bvTJpZmlSUS-FEAirurnKnRT4xbQWrjn6DONM92dQ1uTlIEuRGYVwwLgSPfu4Z_96hcRVh9SodPyHTU5FW7AkdXxMxv5ep2-NbIJtf0vWPzq_DdtbCmReYtHS19NRpMXRXhzWZwKNiA_AQpNxMRtTpBuYm-0FP59hNFU/s670/IMG_4793.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="670" data-original-width="458" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4ogn61AzblYklx_0JPBG5Uty4bvTJpZmlSUS-FEAirurnKnRT4xbQWrjn6DONM92dQ1uTlIEuRGYVwwLgSPfu4Z_96hcRVh9SodPyHTU5FW7AkdXxMxv5ep2-NbIJtf0vWPzq_DdtbCmReYtHS19NRpMXRXhzWZwKNiA_AQpNxMRtTpBuYm-0FP59hNFU/s320/IMG_4793.jpeg" width="219" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bakeneko (yokai cat) by <a href="https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Utagawa_Yoshifuji" target="_blank">Utagawa Yoshifuji</a></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>This is a story I heard from my older brother and his <a href="https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Senpai_and_kōhai" target="_blank">senpai</a> at a local enkai (Note:<a href="https://skdesu.com/en/meaning/宴会-enkai/" target="_blank">a drinking party, banquet</a>).1️⃣</div><div><br /></div><div>My brother, when he was in high school, was a member of a gang (Note: <a href="https://blog.kano.ac/2021/04/28/yanki/#:~:text=In%20my%20post%20yesterday%2C%20I,state%2Fboy%2Fgirl.%E2%80%9D" target="_blank">furyo or yankee group in Japanese</a>) that used an abandoned hospital as their hangout. </div><div><br /></div><div>The hospital was a famous haunted place in our home town, but ever since it became the gang’s hangout, no one would dare to go there casually for <a href="https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kimodameshi" target="_blank">kimodameshi</a>. </div><div><br /></div><div>It looked like a total mess inside the building, but there were a lot of medical apparatus and documents left behind, which made it seem as though the people in it had done a moonlight flit.</div><div><br /></div><div>One night, my brother and his friends were killing time in the hospital as usual. </div><div><br /></div><div>My brother was walking down a corridor when:</div><div><br /></div><div>“Please, come in.” </div><div><br /></div><div>Someone called him from one of the rooms. </div><div><br /></div><div>He opened the door without thinking, and entered a room that looked like an examination room; and sitting demurely on a chair in front of a desk was a neko (Note: <a href="https://bestiary.japanesewithanime.com/animals/neko.amp" target="_blank">a Japanese word for cat</a>). </div><div><br /></div><div>My brother felt confused for a moment, but:</div><div><br /></div><div>“Please, have a seat.” </div><div>The neko spoke to him. </div><div><br /></div><div>For some reason, my brother thought, “ oh yeah, I need to see the doctor,” and pulling a chair, he sat down in front of the neko. </div><div><br /></div><div>The neko asked him many questions related to his health, and he answered it one by one.</div><div><br /></div><div>When they had finished, the neko said:</div><div>“Listen, you have a lump in your jaw. You will need to be hospitalised.”</div><div><br /></div><div>My brother didn’t want to be hospitalised and tried to weasel his way out of it, but the neko explained in detail why it needed to be done, giving him many medical reasons. </div><div><br /></div><div>In the end, my brother felt persuaded that it would be in his best interest to admit himself to the hospital. </div><div>So he said to the neko, I understand, please can you tell me how I can be admitted to the hospital? </div><div><br /></div><div>Right at the same moment, his senpai opened the door and entered the room. </div><div><br /></div><div>According to the senpai, when he was walking down the corridor, he heard my brother’s voice coming from the other side of the door. </div><div><br /></div><div>He at first thought my brother was talking to himself, but then noticed that it sounded more like he was responding to someone else. </div><div>So the senpai, suspicious, opened the door, and found my brother sitting on a chair, talking to the neko. </div><div><br /></div><div>The neko took flight as soon as it saw the senpai and disappeared into darkness.</div><div><br /></div><div>My brother came to his senses immediately, and thought:</div><div>Did that neko talk?</div><div>What was I doing just now? </div><div>And he became really scared. </div><div><br /></div><div>But nothing further happened and my brother went home with the others at the crack of dawn. </div><div><br /></div><div>After that, my brother no longer really felt like hanging out at the hospital, and he and the senpai avoided going there as much as they could.</div><div><br /></div><div>About half a year later, my brother went to the dentist because of a toothache, and was told something surprising there. </div><div><br /></div><div>There was a small shadow on his x-ray. </div><div><br /></div><div>Comparison with the last x-ray he took, together with the size of the shadow, indicated that it had been formed within the past year. </div><div><br /></div><div>So what the neko had told him was true! </div><div>My brother was so shocked.</div><div><br /></div><div>Eventually, my brother was referred to a doctor at a university hospital, and was hospitalised there for 10 days to have his jaw tumour removed. </div><div><br /></div><div>I was still an elementary school kid at the time, and I remember visiting him in the hospital.</div><div><br /></div><div>Luckily, the tumour was benign, and it never returned, so my brother is still alive and kicking.</div><div><br /></div><div>My brother assumed that the neko had appeared to him to forewarn him of the illness.</div><div>He later bought some cat food and left it in the hospital to show his gratitude to the neko. </div><div><br /></div><div>But something doesn’t feel quite right to me.</div><div><br /></div><div>If the senpai hadn’t opened the door, and my brother had agreed to be hospitalised as the neko had strongly recommended, what would have happened to him?</div><div><br /></div><div>What did the neko mean by hospitalisation? </div><div><br /></div><div>I start feeling strangely scared when I think about it. </div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>————</div><div>1️⃣ Enkai: A drinking party or banquet.</div><div>Most English articles on enkai focuses on enkai at work place, but it can happen between friends and family too. </div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://guidable.co/work/top-14-things-you-should-know-about-an-enkai-japanese-office-party/">https://guidable.co/work/top-14-things-you-should-know-about-an-enkai-japanese-office-party/</a></div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhae160wlvElvD-ylSAyd7O18eyKG2oMtruYbJZ-NSupJBhTGTTmQg-_aUFubLYGm3RL359ESeQeawGnDxF8ZfKP-FWtHaP1hSXzuGsVfniXOSqjm85joeMCMcy9PCWmIHSQ4Zw9S_iCLP5GBlnjQAf46r0IRBw4XtXJ2by0sjtKKZLKxLrQmbPGRL4GFUt/s432/IMG_4774.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="432" data-original-width="400" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhae160wlvElvD-ylSAyd7O18eyKG2oMtruYbJZ-NSupJBhTGTTmQg-_aUFubLYGm3RL359ESeQeawGnDxF8ZfKP-FWtHaP1hSXzuGsVfniXOSqjm85joeMCMcy9PCWmIHSQ4Zw9S_iCLP5GBlnjQAf46r0IRBw4XtXJ2by0sjtKKZLKxLrQmbPGRL4GFUt/s320/IMG_4774.jpeg" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hope you liked the story!❤️</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div><br /></div>Saya_In_Underworldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02656628145147216545noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2424102700579341189.post-36862222279995937822023-09-30T16:54:00.000+09:002023-09-30T16:54:59.393+09:00Not a Normal Dog<p><span style="color: #ff00fe;">If you would like to be notified of future posts, follow me on:</span><b><br /></b></p><div><b>My Instagram:</b></div><div><b><a href="https://www.instagram.com/saya_in_underworld" target="_blank">Main</a></b></div><div><b><a href="https://www.instagram.com/lily_piano_yuriko" target="_blank">My Artwork</a></b> </div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>My Twitter:</b></div><div><b><a href="https://twitter.com/Saya_Underworld" target="_blank">Main</a></b></div><div><b><a href="https://twitter.com/Yuri_Lily_Piano?t=G67txvR9oqWhdf99MX8zkg&s=09" target="_blank">My Artwork</a> </b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>❤️Next Update — <span style="color: #ff00fe; font-size: large;">Saturday 14th October </span></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit4syAi2ZXQktu422tyxWko2nbPW1ri9YoFaeLyLkQHz70YHmBtzVrK4ZYC4F_WQDGHKuDWah43-qOStb7FhIHzkLZjekJnvpJd6pY0cIQLzEG6_bnEE_fCGQdXQKYXIspCvCiLF4-LdoABEMVrCB0N8cqNHZid17hQ8ShGYILBPGhXCVyHlW7HDolqVQI/s803/IMG_4554.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="803" data-original-width="742" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit4syAi2ZXQktu422tyxWko2nbPW1ri9YoFaeLyLkQHz70YHmBtzVrK4ZYC4F_WQDGHKuDWah43-qOStb7FhIHzkLZjekJnvpJd6pY0cIQLzEG6_bnEE_fCGQdXQKYXIspCvCiLF4-LdoABEMVrCB0N8cqNHZid17hQ8ShGYILBPGhXCVyHlW7HDolqVQI/s320/IMG_4554.jpeg" width="296" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>(Translated and Arranged by Saya)</div><div><br /></div><div><div>“This isn’t a normal dog. Are you sure you want him?”</div><div><br /></div><div>Those were the words spoken by the representative of the organisation when I told her that I was adopting the dog whom I would later call Yatsufusa. 1️⃣</div><div><br /></div><div>She then continued to give me the details of the dog’s background.</div><div><br /></div><div>Yatsufusa was once taken in by a non-profit animal shelter, only to have his leg broken. </div><div>It is not certain whether it was broken deliberately or accidentally, but the fact was that no one ever took the dog to the hospital, and the leg was left untreated until it healed crooked. </div><div><br /></div><div>How could this happen to a dog that was taken in by an animal shelter? I asked her. </div><div>She grimaced as though she might break down crying, before telling me that not all those places do things out of goodwill.</div><div><br /></div><div>I had heard of such stories before; there were some shelters which would only take in animals that looked pitiful, to increase their chances of getting donations. </div><div><br /></div><div>The shelter that took Yatsufusa in turned out to be one of those places.</div><div>But Yatsufusa was initially deemed unsuitable for such a purpose, and he was made to go through that terrible experience so that he could become more suitable for it. </div><div><br /></div><div>It was the first time that I encountered someone from such an organisation, which would normally be hostile to us, to look so </div><div>nervous. (By the way, I was a worker at a hokenjo (Note: <a href="https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Public_health_centres_in_Japan" target="_blank">pubic health centre</a>) at the time.) </div><div>It seemed to me that such an unusual behaviour coming from a person like her indicated how grave the situation was, and I felt more inclined to let her continue with her story, rather than interrupting her with too many questions.</div><div><br /></div><div>I did ask her though why it was her and not someone from that shelter who came to our hokenjo. She simply said that the shelter had already disbanded. </div><div>But the people who belonged to the shelter would not disappear, even if the shelter itself ceased to exist, wouldn’t they? I thought, but I was loath to say it aloud.</div><div><br /></div><div>“I wanted to put him to sleep at a nearby hokenjo, but he insisted on coming here.” </div><div><br /></div><div>I asked her what she meant by it, and she explained that after they decided to take him to a hokenjo, the dog would start barking furiously whenever they tried to contact places other than this particular hokenjo. </div><div>If they made calls while the dog was quiet, they always heard weird static noises or experienced difficulty hearing voice at the other end of the phone.</div><div><br /></div><div>“I think he wanted to come here to see you,” she added.</div><div><br /></div><div>Seeing the genuine concern in her eyes, I gave a heavy sigh. </div><div>Then I glanced at Yatsufusa.</div><div><br /></div><div>I was in charge of looking after Yatsufusa before he was transferred to the shelter. </div><div>He seemed to be attached to me, and I also grew fond of him. </div><div>But my boss had warned me that if I adopted one dog, I would not be able to stop there. He had seen so many others who adopted them one after another, until their own lives fell apart. I didn’t want to take such risks.</div><div><br /></div><div>But my decision caused Yatsufusa to be taken to a terrible place and undergo a dreadful ordeal. It would not surprise me if he blamed me for it and thought that I betrayed him. </div><div><br /></div><div>Ever since the woman brought him before me, he had been staring at me and not once looked away. I perceived burning hatred in his intense gaze.</div><div><br /></div><div>“In any case, we cannot possibly find another home for him. I feel bad about this, but he must be put to sleep. There is no other choice. I hope you can take him.” </div><div><br /></div><div>I asked her why it was not possible to find a home for him. </div><div>In answer, she hesitantly handed me an envelope, before quickly looking away. </div><div>What I saw made me speechless. </div><div><br /></div><div>It was a photo of Yatsufusa. He was growling at the camera, his face twisted in anger, because he hated having his photo taken, but even that seemed cute compared to what was in the background. </div><div>Some strange shapes, strongly resembling the faces of cats and dogs, floated in midair. </div><div><br /></div><div>“Hating the camera is fine, but every photo we take of him turns out like this. We cannot possibly show such photos to our supporters.” </div><div>I was watching Yatsufusa even while she went on with her lament. Yatsufusa continued to glare at me.</div><div><br /></div><div>His piercing gaze told me that he was ready to sink his teeth into my neck if he was ever released from the cage.</div><div><br /></div><div>Perhaps she took my silence as an agreement to her decision. She took out another envelope with some money in it.</div><div><br /></div><div>“Please make sure you hold a good kuyo (Note: memorial service. <a href="https://sayainunderworld.blogspot.com/2022/10/a-picture-you-must-never-see-otsukare.html?m=1" target="_blank">See the notes on here</a>) for him,” she said in a hushed tone, as she offered the envelope to me.</div><div><br /></div><div>“How about I use this to buy him his food. I have a feeling he is going to be a high-maintenance dog. If that’s ok with you.” </div><div><br /></div><div>I said, pushing the envelope into my pocket. </div><div>She looked up at me in amazement. </div><div><br /></div><div>I had already decided his name while we were having the staring contest. </div><div>“For better or worse, there is no other dog who is endowed with such a miraculous power. Don’t you think so? — You agree too, don’t you, Yastufusa?”</div><div><br /></div><div>I called him by the name I had chosen for him, and he responded by giving me a low growl. </div><div>I assumed that his response meant he appreciated his new name.</div><div><br /></div><div>“But… you may be putting yourself in danger. So many strange things happened to that disbanded shelter too…”</div><div><br /></div><div>She tried to talk me out of it, but I stopped her by raising my hand.</div><div><br /></div><div>“This is for the best — for me.” </div><div><br /></div><div>Wondering how best to validate what I had just said, I took out a strip of beef jerky and inserted it through a hole in the cage. </div><div>He snapped at it immediately, as if he wanted to bite off my fingers ( actually I think that was exactly what he intended to do). </div><div><br /></div><div>“See? An ordinary dog wouldn’t do this — they would be too suspicious to take food from someone they don’t know. I know we can get along.”</div><div><br /></div><div>I declared with confidence.</div><div>In my mind, I was already mapping out a future with Yatsufusa. </div><div><br /></div><div>The woman eyed me and Yatsufusa dubiously, but after exchanging a few more words, she left. </div><div><br /></div><div>So, this is how I came to be Yastufusa’s dog. </div><div><br /></div><div>He brought me many kinds of misfortunes while he was alive.</div><div>Whenever he took a liking to a dog that was brought to the hokenjo, he would bark fiercely. </div><div>He was ordering me to adopt the dog.</div><div><br /></div><div>On the whole, I obeyed Yatsufusa’s orders to the letter.</div><div>However, there were times when I was tight on a budget, and I had to give up adopting some of them. </div><div>When that happened, I would usually end up experiencing an episode of high fever, the cause of which no doctor could explain, that lasted for about a week. </div><div><br /></div><div>In a world where humans imposed their will on animals, Yatsufusa alone had the power to impose his will on humans. </div><div>Nevertheless, if I always did as he wished, I would die of starvation and would not be able to look after the dogs. </div><div><br /></div><div>As gifted as he was, he could not understand human words, and communication with him was fraught with difficulties, but in the course of time, I was able to make him understand that we had to keep within the budget in order to sustain my life. </div><div><br /></div><div>But our happy life did not last long. </div><div>He passed away three years after he came to live with me.</div><div><br /></div><div>I wish I could ameliorate the relationship with Yatsufusa while his sprit was still imprisoned inside his body.</div><div><br /></div><div>Right now, I am only barely managing to elude Yatsufusa’s curse by holding the other dogs as hostages. </div><div>I confirmed this fact by taking a photo of the memorial monument built for Yatsufusa; the number of dog faces has obviously increased since the last photo I saw before adopting him. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>—————————</div><div>Note:</div><div>1️⃣Yatsufusa (八房) is a dog that appears in the epic novel “Nansō Satomi Hakkenden” written during the Edo period. </div></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://megamitensei.fandom.com/wiki/Yatsufusa">https://megamitensei.fandom.com/wiki/Yatsufusa</a></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nansō_Satomi_Hakkenden">https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nansō_Satomi_Hakkenden</a></div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHE7ObtJuUJhXFuFhfMFrC9SEeZp6aY3LQ9fonnhADYeJYOxB80XrPV2kM4uV2hYJQxu26zAi7A0jPrNCyqVVWJ-cYXB4wmWO0O4xV_Q5fMU26PUteAKQFQ4Sq1ejdFkz3IcqPdZ5t9RvUsIHzAE4TP_U-BayLVUhounjyFM_k7rz8wmZgEj2Q2wwJ9LYC/s260/IMG_4557.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="260" data-original-width="178" height="260" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHE7ObtJuUJhXFuFhfMFrC9SEeZp6aY3LQ9fonnhADYeJYOxB80XrPV2kM4uV2hYJQxu26zAi7A0jPrNCyqVVWJ-cYXB4wmWO0O4xV_Q5fMU26PUteAKQFQ4Sq1ejdFkz3IcqPdZ5t9RvUsIHzAE4TP_U-BayLVUhounjyFM_k7rz8wmZgEj2Q2wwJ9LYC/s1600/IMG_4557.jpeg" width="178" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Princess Fuse & Yatsufusa</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipUx5JRAHR697d59_oV8rIA1W0NSs7JREF2kDWCyTJuLtlZcOhCNiYeRVY3q9V8i5uuSrdCcBskp2m4y029ImwxqmqB-WTKpIoQzi7iKzMYxnVpAU9-nmxZazWAIKYftEenPgsgQ8UjVkU_tYA7Pqwdw5q76ohyphenhyphenVvTqH8zAN4tv8f-UkPwg0JxuFN-ntOw/s500/IMG_4528.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="400" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipUx5JRAHR697d59_oV8rIA1W0NSs7JREF2kDWCyTJuLtlZcOhCNiYeRVY3q9V8i5uuSrdCcBskp2m4y029ImwxqmqB-WTKpIoQzi7iKzMYxnVpAU9-nmxZazWAIKYftEenPgsgQ8UjVkU_tYA7Pqwdw5q76ohyphenhyphenVvTqH8zAN4tv8f-UkPwg0JxuFN-ntOw/s320/IMG_4528.jpeg" width="256" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hot Dog</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0RSenNa7nO2Zz0KQLJwtyOGQ7jpKoyc50Ziaxpvb5vN11x0FRpFlENLApywdT2WgPNh1fbJYARfIjZbp4KckPkRwtlkJutD5xwsZSmoGhCmwoHApvs9Qp7C40qvwNZVxAGcAExyIO85PZj4h1EenOdiTeCN2BpCwS5vffbr4Sc47GRaPDV4V3Phx4E3pW/s400/IMG_4558.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="400" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0RSenNa7nO2Zz0KQLJwtyOGQ7jpKoyc50Ziaxpvb5vN11x0FRpFlENLApywdT2WgPNh1fbJYARfIjZbp4KckPkRwtlkJutD5xwsZSmoGhCmwoHApvs9Qp7C40qvwNZVxAGcAExyIO85PZj4h1EenOdiTeCN2BpCwS5vffbr4Sc47GRaPDV4V3Phx4E3pW/s320/IMG_4558.jpeg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Have a Happy Weekend ❤️</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>——————-</div><div>⭐️Funny Story of the Week:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUyQKSRWB2ktjy4vcUQQlQ0tipcQS2dpByplJpOu8uxZ4SrFe7G-KzNfVCDt0i0dUOIc0G64PwjFeK0ysjOr9lJR7uoTG4sVqHgMchkeAov7qt6GAaXGRsYN05J7SO8ZqpaDtvJMbTeCXKHQe64JmjeDbMyb-lsRfbGfK1qt-PT9bcye8GazO0o6x6s30B/s1418/IMG_4559.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1418" data-original-width="1179" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUyQKSRWB2ktjy4vcUQQlQ0tipcQS2dpByplJpOu8uxZ4SrFe7G-KzNfVCDt0i0dUOIc0G64PwjFeK0ysjOr9lJR7uoTG4sVqHgMchkeAov7qt6GAaXGRsYN05J7SO8ZqpaDtvJMbTeCXKHQe64JmjeDbMyb-lsRfbGfK1qt-PT9bcye8GazO0o6x6s30B/s320/IMG_4559.jpeg" width="266" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-4078242/amp/Sulking-husband-went-20-YEARS-without-speaking-wife.html">https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-4078242/amp/Sulking-husband-went-20-YEARS-without-speaking-wife.html</a></div><div><br /></div>Saya_In_Underworldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02656628145147216545noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2424102700579341189.post-16945466835279790242023-09-16T17:50:00.003+09:002023-09-26T14:13:18.266+09:00Boy in Formalin Murder Case<p><span style="color: #ff00fe;">If you would like to be notified of future posts, follow me on:</span><b><br /></b></p><div><b>My Instagram:</b></div><div><b><a href="https://www.instagram.com/saya_in_underworld" target="_blank">Main</a></b></div><div><b><a href="https://www.instagram.com/lily_piano_yuriko" target="_blank">My Artwork</a></b> </div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>My Twitter:</b></div><div><b><a href="https://twitter.com/Saya_Underworld" target="_blank">Main</a></b></div><div><b><a href="https://twitter.com/Yuri_Lily_Piano?t=G67txvR9oqWhdf99MX8zkg&s=09" target="_blank">My Artwork</a> </b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>❤️<span style="color: #ffa400; font-size: large;">Next Update : Saturday 30th September </span></b></div><div><b><span style="color: #ffa400; font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></div><div><b><span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;">Warning:</span></b></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;">This article contains content that some may find <span style="color: red;">disturbing</span>. If you are a kid, watch <a href="https://youtu.be/-Ua1cl2tAwA?si=HJRq0SqF5xI3P5Qg" target="_blank">THIS</a> instead.</span></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCDTe0YIfCgMJMQW584KIzvX0jJAHXdBZe27CMrlLE_leXEHcKS7jGr2xyfYJOcKcB3yl6y5Z5wralTo_im1ZCP_BwfD_BA9XjM9OwKp9Dy7BSIuy9XKvzbGwBh4S0o-fMOKAViZInGJYp39g_3zN2akKPYiXX4ThOQV9jyHyqJRgUoWtCkutVazUPndwA/s666/IMG_4442.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="666" data-original-width="500" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCDTe0YIfCgMJMQW584KIzvX0jJAHXdBZe27CMrlLE_leXEHcKS7jGr2xyfYJOcKcB3yl6y5Z5wralTo_im1ZCP_BwfD_BA9XjM9OwKp9Dy7BSIuy9XKvzbGwBh4S0o-fMOKAViZInGJYp39g_3zN2akKPYiXX4ThOQV9jyHyqJRgUoWtCkutVazUPndwA/s320/IMG_4442.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><div><b><span style="color: #ff00fe;"><Summary></span></b></div><div><br /></div><div>A twelve-year-old boy got kidnapped and murdered, and his remains were found stored in formalin. </div><div><br /></div><div>The case gained nationwide attention because both the victim and perpetrator had a famous parent.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b><span style="color: #ff00fe;"><Ransom Note></span></b></div><div><br /></div><div>On 4th April 1957 (<a href="https://tokyocheapo.com/entertainment/sightseeing/tokyo-showa-era-guide/" target="_blank">Showa</a> 32), just after 14.00, a housewife living in <a href="https://www.planmyjapan.com/things-to-do-nakano-tokyo/" target="_blank">Nakano-ku, Tokyo</a>, received a postcard.</div><div><br /></div><div>The postcard stated:</div><div>“If you want your son back, bring 150,000 yen to <a href="https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tsurugashima_Station" target="_blank">Tsurugashima station</a> on Tojo Line by 4 this afternoon.”</div><div><br /></div><div>She discovered then that her twelve-year-old son, Kazutoshi Suyama (巣山和利), who had gone to a sento (<a href="https://sayainunderworld.blogspot.com/2021/05/sento.html?m=1" target="_blank">public </a><a href="https://sayainunderworld.blogspot.com/2021/05/sento.html?m=1">bathhouse</a>) near their home on the evening of 2nd April, and had never returned, had been kidnapped.</div><div><br /></div><div>At this point, she had not yet alerted to the police, for fear of causing scandal to her former husband Kiyomigawa 1️⃣ , the father of her son and also a famous pro-wrestler at the time.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>The mother prepared the money as instructed by the ransom note, and went to Tsurugashima station. Detectives were posted at the area, but no one ever turned up. </div><div>Shortly after that, the missing boy’s classmate reported that he saw the boy walk out of the sento “Wakamastu Yu” 2️⃣with a man around the age of 25, but there was not enough information to identify the man.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b><span style="color: #ff00fe;"><Discovery></span></b></div><div><br /></div><div>Kunitaro Hayashi (林邦太郎, age 26), the son of the famous <a href="https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Go_(game)" target="_blank">Go</a> player Yutaro Hayashi3️⃣, had been hospitalised for five years because of mental health issues, but had been convalescing at home. </div><div><br /></div><div>However, his mental state became unstable from around 4th April, and he was admitted to the hospital again on 6th. </div><div>While the psychiatrist was examining him, Hayashi kept on exhibiting alarmingly strange behaviours. </div><div>The psychiatrist, suspicious, paid a visit to Hayashi’s home at around 10am on 9th April. He set foot in Hayashi’s room accompanied by the family.</div><div><br /></div><div>They lifted up the <a href="https://livejapan.com/en/article-a0000696/" target="_blank">tatami</a> mats and examined the space under the floor —- and found a boy’s dismembered body stored in two large goldfish bowls and two fish tanks. </div><div><br /></div><div>More precisely, the goldfish bowls contained the boy’s head and legs, while the fish tanks contained the torso and arms, all preserved in formalin. </div><div><br /></div><div>Each container was sealed up with putty. </div><div>It soon became clear that the dismembered body belonged to the missing boy Kazutoshi, and Hayashi was arrested immediately. </div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTQKp5XR43-kIK38ESIVfgamt_v1vdb-mtHa-djmf4KcwOZjua42iCeG8PcXJfq-DC0TcaQI9lPXtju3mS5yj-AJucdxWcLQmkl2QujaQkz4C9hCo0EFbaCN1-4fsg5XAt9RrmIwmYFVcrj4wZeZq9p-81aTm2tJ7BwXcLYAGHBiBPH5rI2DmnEtAQaxLv/s632/IMG_4448.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="632" data-original-width="495" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTQKp5XR43-kIK38ESIVfgamt_v1vdb-mtHa-djmf4KcwOZjua42iCeG8PcXJfq-DC0TcaQI9lPXtju3mS5yj-AJucdxWcLQmkl2QujaQkz4C9hCo0EFbaCN1-4fsg5XAt9RrmIwmYFVcrj4wZeZq9p-81aTm2tJ7BwXcLYAGHBiBPH5rI2DmnEtAQaxLv/s320/IMG_4448.jpeg" width="251" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hayashi (middle) under arrest</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div><br /></div><div><b><span style="color: #ff00fe;"><Before the Murder></span></b></div><div><br /></div><div>Hayashi’s motive for the murder was sexual in nature. </div><div><br /></div><div>Even before the murder, Hayashi used to molest young boys. </div><div><br /></div><div>He also used to have twelve cats at home whom he cherished, but one day he killed them all and even ate some of their body parts.</div><div><br /></div><div>Because of those highly disturbing behaviours, he had been institutionalised in a psychiatric hospital for 5 years. </div><div>(His older sister also suffered from some mental disorders. )</div><div><br /></div><div>Hayashi first came into contact with the victim Kazutoshi a few days before the murder. </div><div><br /></div><div>When Kazutoshi’s classmate saw him in the sento, a man around the age of 30 was washing the boy’s back (Note: a form of socialising in a sento, usually done between close people.)4️⃣</div><div>Later on, Kazutoshi told the classmate, smiling:</div><div>“You know that man who was washing my back? I might get killed by him one day.”</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b><span style="color: #ff00fe;"><Murder></span></b></div><div><br /></div><div>On the fatal day of 2nd April, Hayashi approached Kazutoshi in the sento and repeatedly asked the boy to come to his house.</div><div><br /></div><div>It is not known why the boy went with him, but he might have coerced into going to the house. </div><div><br /></div><div>Hayashi arrived home at around 9.00 pm with the boy, and ordered his parents to “leave the house for a sento,” in order to be alone with the boy. </div><div> </div><div>Once alone, Hayashi tried to take off the boy’s clothes to molest him, but the boy resisted, so he first beat him into unconsciousness, and then strangled him to death.</div><div> </div><div>After murdering the boy, Hayashi spent two days dismembering the body, using a saw, a machete, a kitchen knife, and a short sword. </div><div><br /></div><div>Then he purchased the goldfish bowls and fish tanks to store the boy’s body in them with formalin.</div><div><br /></div><div>The ransom note sent to the boy’s mother was only a prank, and he never intended to take the money. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #ff00fe;"><b><Ideal Boy></b></span></div><div><br /></div><div>Hayashi has kept a diary, entitled “Wakamatsu Yu,” since 1st April. </div><div> </div><div>The first entry read as follows: </div><div>“At last, I found my ideal boy that I had been looking for. I asked for his name and address. I will definitely take him with me. Without fail.”</div><div><br /></div><div>The entry on 2nd April (the day of the murder):</div><div>“I waited for K (Kazutoshi) in the bath. </div><div>As I washed his back, I said to him, “let’s go play somewhere fun,” and he nodded willingly.”</div><div> </div><div>And here are some entries after the murder:</div><div><br /></div><div>“I beat the child. Blood came out. I cut him with a machete. I cut him with a saw. Soaked in formalin. So cute. So cute.”</div><div><br /></div><div>“I can never get bored looking at the child in the goldfish bowl, no matter how long I spent doing it.</div><div>Now soaked in the formalin, the child looks even cuter than he looked when he was alive.”</div><div><br /></div><div>“Because my parents are at home, I hide him under the floor during the day, although it’s such a shame to keep him hidden. </div><div>But I always tell him “sayonara,” before hiding him. </div><div>But I feel such deep sadness every time we have to part from each other…”</div><div><br /></div><div>The intense excitement Hayashi derived from having his ideal boy preserved in formalin aggravated his mental condition, and led him to being hospitalised again and ended up in the discovery of the body. </div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #ff00fe;"><b><Hayashi’s Fate></b></span></div><div><br /></div><div>Hayashi was declared legally sane after a psychiatric evaluation was conducted on him.</div><div>In 1958, he was sentenced to 10 years in prison.</div><div>It is unclear as to why his sentence was so short.</div><div><br /></div><div>He was 26 at the time of his arrest, so he was released from prison at the age of 36 or 37. </div><div><br /></div><div>One time there was a rumour that he eventually became the president of a pharmaceutical company but with no further information to back it up on the internet, it is most likely just a rumour.</div><div><br /></div><div>It is speculated that he spent the rest of his life in a psychiatric hospital, or is still in there if he is alive (He was born in 1931, so he would be 92 now). </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><span style="color: #ff00fe;"><b><The body in formalin></b></span></div><div><br /></div><div>At the time of the murder, the photograph of the boy’s body in formalin was publicised on newspapers. </div><div><br /></div><div>The photo is available for viewing on the internet.</div><div><br /></div><div>I have put only a censored version of the photo below.</div><div> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZHeofCzqgax6WzXC7cxMDtJ0FEaaiG28E2Hm_Rn754ZhLd4dxnlImCYFngKbJ_SOMoPVRVAmpbXrhpsZ40OUj4ZBkrA7Xv64r7-pJ2TElpzThNbqypLG1RmqcvVey4HnONybWNJ7NtLMTvIi4AsSeoDP96fKniWdv06rHzwIxWpQsKOdigLpTGxM5jrWB/s370/IMG_4447.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="300" data-original-width="370" height="259" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZHeofCzqgax6WzXC7cxMDtJ0FEaaiG28E2Hm_Rn754ZhLd4dxnlImCYFngKbJ_SOMoPVRVAmpbXrhpsZ40OUj4ZBkrA7Xv64r7-pJ2TElpzThNbqypLG1RmqcvVey4HnONybWNJ7NtLMTvIi4AsSeoDP96fKniWdv06rHzwIxWpQsKOdigLpTGxM5jrWB/s320/IMG_4447.png" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>If you must see the original photo, you are supposed to be able to find it by searching for “Forensic Gore Collection” online.</div><div><br /></div><div>But please view it at your own risk, because it will obviously be an extremely shocking photo.</div><div><br /></div><div>(Note: one person reported that he saw two photos, one which showed some boxes containing the body parts, and the other one that showed an attempt to put the body parts back together, like puzzle pieces.) </div><div><br /></div><div>The original photo shows that not all the body parts are preserved in formalin. Some of them are missing.</div><div><br /></div><div>Hayashi had a history of devouring his own cats, whom he loved and cherished, in the past.</div><div><br /></div><div>It is possible that he also devoured some of the body parts of the boy, whom he adored so much.</div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>——————</div><div>Notes:</div><div><br /></div><div>1️⃣ Umeyuki Kiyomigawa (清美川梅之 ) was a sumo wrestler, known for his great talent and handsome face, before he switched his career to pro-wrestling.</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://sumowrestling.fandom.com/wiki/Kiyomigawa_Umeyuki">https://sumowrestling.fandom.com/wiki/Kiyomigawa_Umeyuki</a></div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCMv0Dbq_8k6hDNtl8gY2lgCmBF7ykQlHHJ7NDSOUSv-_MJBPk86-tBXwl6yffK3KSS0YgaWVmrX3lUTLNMrIeB9r_vUvXN1SFuwOS7gOV9chXuihB3uuK0Q2yVeuPP4OeN1Fu9UfFv8iknCV59YklqgrUz6W0dT46DEVLwBd8NF86SNiH_tW-2WxDFCaK/s840/IMG_4443.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="500" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCMv0Dbq_8k6hDNtl8gY2lgCmBF7ykQlHHJ7NDSOUSv-_MJBPk86-tBXwl6yffK3KSS0YgaWVmrX3lUTLNMrIeB9r_vUvXN1SFuwOS7gOV9chXuihB3uuK0Q2yVeuPP4OeN1Fu9UfFv8iknCV59YklqgrUz6W0dT46DEVLwBd8NF86SNiH_tW-2WxDFCaK/s320/IMG_4443.jpeg" width="190" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kiyomigawa </td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><br /><div>2️⃣ Wakamatsu Yu — Wakamatsu 若松 means young pine tree, and Yu 湯 means Bath. It closed business in 2008.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtI1aRhY9BcMZ8WJt1uA_ncxDlB8QHIGWIlbcypxBTOKLUpI8skkQF36PoAv2_vrLEsEJ2i2EHb1w2HRXfdbtPJl2euFiTsRofqc32SPzDXpJ8AnAq9r-vFU6Fjq126wwrdBB4CDDFtsfzE6MFzVyZud0KM9cEL4r629Qe-BSfKWVnoGDjwxwbi19BHrlW/s547/IMG_4444.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="410" data-original-width="547" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtI1aRhY9BcMZ8WJt1uA_ncxDlB8QHIGWIlbcypxBTOKLUpI8skkQF36PoAv2_vrLEsEJ2i2EHb1w2HRXfdbtPJl2euFiTsRofqc32SPzDXpJ8AnAq9r-vFU6Fjq126wwrdBB4CDDFtsfzE6MFzVyZud0KM9cEL4r629Qe-BSfKWVnoGDjwxwbi19BHrlW/w200-h150/IMG_4444.jpeg" width="200" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>3️⃣Hayashi’s father, Yutaro Hayashi (林有太郎) was known to be a serious and honest man, and respected by the people around him for his professional integrity.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOkLxVXKIghahOXnIe_vkAEqefE_p7154lhBhpn9k5S2X3s7z1wXhpKIJHZrCdP1X714Tw4LCwrzL1ym1LZ8lmBThPH-A0AFD2WhnMLPGIZgw5ZhVyrWMjjaKm6rJPfnWT4Q1cq5jGzFTUTFhEaHo2M689bNTDe3UJ4QGPveJiznh8OqaHo-NhZAC0qJ9d/s128/IMG_4445.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="128" data-original-width="87" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOkLxVXKIghahOXnIe_vkAEqefE_p7154lhBhpn9k5S2X3s7z1wXhpKIJHZrCdP1X714Tw4LCwrzL1ym1LZ8lmBThPH-A0AFD2WhnMLPGIZgw5ZhVyrWMjjaKm6rJPfnWT4Q1cq5jGzFTUTFhEaHo2M689bNTDe3UJ4QGPveJiznh8OqaHo-NhZAC0qJ9d/w136-h200/IMG_4445.jpeg" width="136" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Yutaro Hayashi</td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div>You can still view some videos of him playing Go on YouTube (but only his hands are visible): </div><div><br /></div><div>Hayashi, playing at the top, in 1967.</div><div><a href="https://youtu.be/h8ecxwOA2Vk?si=jwPfwy4VXP85_zAg">https://youtu.be/h8ecxwOA2Vk?si=jwPfwy4VXP85_zAg</a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>4️⃣Washing each other’s backs as a form of socialising:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinQvKMSYXFV10oEja7kUZHluHmil3utYX8YWj3xPGsf0W9TKvXj7C5ZemWCmY84HacJlkYu9nNaO9LJ1ZWYfwDSSVQee8GyVOnAKy9VHick1Eudt8YTT_NEKj3dLrcnWrAfY4YXYTnFk9_yK8NE6eV9qTKYroGSonvs2YdDqv2bZ70hR35wc7oJtvdWkYc/s1767/IMG_4446.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1767" data-original-width="1179" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinQvKMSYXFV10oEja7kUZHluHmil3utYX8YWj3xPGsf0W9TKvXj7C5ZemWCmY84HacJlkYu9nNaO9LJ1ZWYfwDSSVQee8GyVOnAKy9VHick1Eudt8YTT_NEKj3dLrcnWrAfY4YXYTnFk9_yK8NE6eV9qTKYroGSonvs2YdDqv2bZ70hR35wc7oJtvdWkYc/s320/IMG_4446.jpeg" width="214" /></a></div>(The above article is taken from here: </div><div><a href="https://wattention.com/local-japanese-sento/">https://wattention.com/local-japanese-sento/</a>)</div><div><br /></div><div>In the past, sento workers used to wash their customers’ backs as part of the service:</div><div><a href="https://mainichi.jp/english/articles/20180210/p2a/00m/0na/004000c">https://mainichi.jp/english/articles/20180210/p2a/00m/0na/004000c</a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>—————-</div><div>Avoid getting depressed by watching these beautiful sceneries! 😆✨ (I myself did a little research on kidnapping and psychopath for this article and I got depressed 😱🌼LOL)</div><div><br /></div><div>Lesser known places in Japan:</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/leR7cTpbvyA" width="320" youtube-src-id="leR7cTpbvyA"></iframe></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/efuGCViVcIk" width="320" youtube-src-id="efuGCViVcIk"></iframe></div><br /><div><br /></div><div>Nikko in Autumn:</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/Jxsy1PDmdIc" width="320" youtube-src-id="Jxsy1PDmdIc"></iframe></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Saya_In_Underworldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02656628145147216545noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2424102700579341189.post-29975255029467293072023-09-02T16:45:00.000+09:002023-09-02T16:45:47.707+09:00Kuro Shū: The Secret Sect<p><span style="color: #ff00fe;">If you would like to be notified of future posts, follow me on:</span><b><br /></b></p><div><b>My Instagram:</b></div><div><b><a href="https://www.instagram.com/saya_in_underworld" target="_blank">Main</a></b></div><div><b><a href="https://www.instagram.com/lily_piano_yuriko" target="_blank">My Artwork</a></b> </div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>My Twitter:</b></div><div><b><a href="https://twitter.com/Saya_Underworld" target="_blank">Main</a></b></div><div><b><a href="https://twitter.com/Yuri_Lily_Piano?t=G67txvR9oqWhdf99MX8zkg&s=09" target="_blank">My Artwork</a> </b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>❤️<span style="color: #ff00fe; font-size: x-large;">NEXT UPDATE : Saturday 16th September </span></b></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ5SVqhVUvQr-bXHJoE_NFPvxiueCzdZF6L4fuCRK2_07bmb0wxz_t4pqJ_Ysm8MAh2-jdX8ITC6HzAdgQ7PUSUg2j0p5kEJbwc-ExiAd_1sOTURKtWcLAoMwTb7JN76CE0rPTbf-wP7RYJj1C7jPRURW6RN34Bg8eFSNmRS3aqScH3S4XGUCKnCGbFQKC/s678/IMG_4323.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="452" data-original-width="678" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ5SVqhVUvQr-bXHJoE_NFPvxiueCzdZF6L4fuCRK2_07bmb0wxz_t4pqJ_Ysm8MAh2-jdX8ITC6HzAdgQ7PUSUg2j0p5kEJbwc-ExiAd_1sOTURKtWcLAoMwTb7JN76CE0rPTbf-wP7RYJj1C7jPRURW6RN34Bg8eFSNmRS3aqScH3S4XGUCKnCGbFQKC/s320/IMG_4323.jpeg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Houses on Koshikishima islands</td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div><div>Kuro Shū (クロ宗. The name Kuro is thought to be derived from Kurosu クロス, meaning Cross. Shū means a school or sect) is a regional religion practiced by a certain small community on Koshikishima islands.<span style="color: red;">*1</span></div><div><br /></div><div>The community most likely began as a group of hidden Christians (<a href="https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kakure_Kirishitan" target="_blank">Kakure Kirishitan</a>) who fled from persecution and took sanctuary on the islands during the<a href="https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Edo_period" target="_blank"> Edo period</a>. </div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivOMbDHRV_R-h80py2VVu53HVjpzHQAzg9EpYjbKlkZDYrlbPgV-UTCw90XuBPpY87Uw_XPjSn-Tthra0oCMdh_zICern9zVg9iHGag0m6vGmYGf3eYb4oKOq3iDTstp7HuK7RbZKz-tjh1ZH_NbpFh7pt-zhHFujDBfu5pOP_yMUNdG_CjVBVl3sUng5q/s870/IMG_4325.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="792" data-original-width="870" height="291" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivOMbDHRV_R-h80py2VVu53HVjpzHQAzg9EpYjbKlkZDYrlbPgV-UTCw90XuBPpY87Uw_XPjSn-Tthra0oCMdh_zICern9zVg9iHGag0m6vGmYGf3eYb4oKOq3iDTstp7HuK7RbZKz-tjh1ZH_NbpFh7pt-zhHFujDBfu5pOP_yMUNdG_CjVBVl3sUng5q/s320/IMG_4325.jpeg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Koshikijima_Islands" target="_blank">From Wikipedia </a></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b><span style="color: #ffa400;"><Origin and Legend></span></b></div><div><br /></div><div>On Koshikishima islands, there is a grave called Tenjo Haka (天上墓, meaning Heavenly Grave) which is said to be the grave of a man called Yajirō. </div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anjirō" target="_blank">Yajirō</a> was also known as Anjirō or Angelo, and was once a murderer and fugitive in Malacca, before he met and confessed his crime to Xavier and became a Christian. </div><div>Later, Yajirō served as <a href="https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Francis_Xavier" target="_blank">Francis Xavier</a>’s interpreter and helped him with his mission to spread Christianity in Japan. </div><div><br /></div><div>According to one legend, after <a href="https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shimabara_Rebellion" target="_blank">Shimabara Rebellion</a>, some Christian followers, led by Yajirō, sought refuge on Koshikishima islands, where they settled.</div><div><br /></div><div>Yajiro’s community continued to practice their faith in secret in this remote region, during the time when Christianity was banned and persecuted in Japan. </div><div>Their beliefs and teachings were then passed on to their descendants, and kept alive by them from generation to generation.</div><div><br /></div><div>But because the community was cut off from the rest of the world, their beliefs and teachings underwent a transformation over time, and deviated from the conventional doctrines of Christianity, eventually developing into Kuro Shū as it is known today. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b><span style="color: #ffa400;"><The Community and its “Iron-Bound Law”></span></b></div><div><br /></div><div>The followers of Kuro Shū, who form a small community on one part of the islands, <span style="color: red;">*2</span> do not welcome outsiders, and are usually extremely incommunicative. </div><div>They do not accept media interviews of any kind.</div><div><br /></div><div>Currently, it is estimated that there are only about 20 houses in the community.</div><div>Each house is enclosed within high block walls around 3 metres high, so that the house is almost invisible from the outside. <span style="color: red;">*3</span></div><div>These peculiar structures add a rather eerie and mysterious atmosphere to the whole place.</div><div><br /></div><div>It is rumoured that the followers of Kuro Shū are forbidden to reveal anything that happens within the community to the outside world, and that anyone who does not abide by this iron-bound law is eliminated. </div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZLvpe1hb6rErzn-CKU7OKIMEdmFerDy1aa_Aljw_e4RaqDUu2ImLcZWkKc4cvBq8DUCOmUANR1V_YS6hddK6r0mxiNEyfkAurSEEIrOwh7YQFO5mBQFPPvT5GzuQUq1xYdHsoxQzDIWLadFM-V3oDrWZEHapAURpT6tGExzkeVUco_lpI66imZWmvfJuS/s500/IMG_4322.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="375" data-original-width="500" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZLvpe1hb6rErzn-CKU7OKIMEdmFerDy1aa_Aljw_e4RaqDUu2ImLcZWkKc4cvBq8DUCOmUANR1V_YS6hddK6r0mxiNEyfkAurSEEIrOwh7YQFO5mBQFPPvT5GzuQUq1xYdHsoxQzDIWLadFM-V3oDrWZEHapAURpT6tGExzkeVUco_lpI66imZWmvfJuS/s320/IMG_4322.jpeg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A Street on Koshikishima islands</td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b><span style="color: #ffa400;"><The Death Ritual> </span></b></div><div><br /></div><div>The most notable characteristic of Kuro Shū is its death ritual.</div><div><br /></div><div>When a follower is at death’s door, the person is carried to the house where the priest called “Sakaya”<span style="color: red;">*4</span> resides. And there, while the dying person is still breathing, the blood and heart are taken out of the person’s body, and the rest of the followers who have gathered in the house drink the blood and consume the heart.</div><div><br /></div><div>One folklorist states:</div><div>“There are certainly other religions which practice cannibalism as part of their death rituals, for the purpose of incorporating the dead person’s soul into their bodies. </div><div><br /></div><div>However, it is rare to take blood and organs out of the body of someone who is still alive. </div><div><br /></div><div>From what I heard, when the body is carried out of the Sakaya’s (priest’s) house, to be laid in its final resting place, it is all wrapped up in white cloth smudged with blood. It is a quite gruesome ritual.”</div><div><br /></div><div>But the details of this ritual is still unknown. </div><div>Some people speculate that the story of this gory ritual was fabricated in order to keep curious outsiders away from the community.</div><div><br /></div><div>It is also possible that many of the other myths surrounding the sect are merely defamatory fiction created by the outsiders who were fearful of this secretive and silent community. </div><div><br /></div><div>The population of Koshikishima islands is on the decline and the number of Kuro Shū followers is fast decreasing too.</div><div>The sect might disappear completely in the not-so-distant future, without anyone fully discovering its secrets. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>————-</div><div>Notes:</div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: red;">*1</span> <a href="https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Koshikijima_Islands" target="_blank">Koshikishima islands </a>— also known as Koshikijima islands or Koshiki islands. (“Shima” and “Jima” just means island in Japanese)</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/MbdDds2wHmo" width="320" youtube-src-id="MbdDds2wHmo"></iframe></div><br /><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/2LX8Yt_nGQ4" width="320" youtube-src-id="2LX8Yt_nGQ4"></iframe></div><div><br /></div>Remote Getaway Island - Koshikijima, Kagoshima / 甑島列島 - Japan Live Stream</div><div><div><a href="https://www.youtube.com/live/LmMZQOCJ5Aw?si=wBLkTAcVhX6GJ9y9">https://www.youtube.com/live/LmMZQOCJ5Aw?si=wBLkTAcVhX6GJ9y9</a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: red;">*2 </span>Koshikishima islands consist of three major islands, namely:</div><div>Kami-Koshikishima (上甑島, Upper Koshiki island), Naka-Koshikishima (中甑島, Middle Koshiki island) and Shimo-Koshikishima (下甑島, Lower Koshiki island). </div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYHtCc-ddWBesJJ376Fb7QSxV-eW3DKydA79Do8NKcJ7GWopfFidullLnILxmvzvygCr9deEH7aPiS8-bkx8l0gB9vtzZKVcw2EJk985vVAguQ59igdGBX5iiZUVW2aCxpIyIkmDqRAW3rxSmLFMeADD3wCqKVdJyklKzDidO6K0BvMC0qTdLOSdBmLURW/s1116/phonto.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1116" height="310" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYHtCc-ddWBesJJ376Fb7QSxV-eW3DKydA79Do8NKcJ7GWopfFidullLnILxmvzvygCr9deEH7aPiS8-bkx8l0gB9vtzZKVcw2EJk985vVAguQ59igdGBX5iiZUVW2aCxpIyIkmDqRAW3rxSmLFMeADD3wCqKVdJyklKzDidO6K0BvMC0qTdLOSdBmLURW/s320/phonto.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>The Kuro Shū community is located on Shimo-Koshikishima (Lower Koshiki island), in a town called Katanoura (片野浦). </div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjodkYsReq7sgFrd5yUpybKBOiLT3KFRQVoaYn7M7rPD-NC7de6dgY1YTlYaNw816i5VgK1yAsDNkA8CcqfV8KgX_ei_cpkOvcIb5OM6Mam-cY4gDYO-X7PR9994gbC9kc2v-tKZlt3lp0Jw67eaP2Eg0uwE00S82seYRWHXHRhXTcI3AqQHFEFwOd0mbO4/s1350/phonto.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1350" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjodkYsReq7sgFrd5yUpybKBOiLT3KFRQVoaYn7M7rPD-NC7de6dgY1YTlYaNw816i5VgK1yAsDNkA8CcqfV8KgX_ei_cpkOvcIb5OM6Mam-cY4gDYO-X7PR9994gbC9kc2v-tKZlt3lp0Jw67eaP2Eg0uwE00S82seYRWHXHRhXTcI3AqQHFEFwOd0mbO4/s320/phonto.jpeg" width="256" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: red;">*3</span> It is not so uncommon for the houses on this island to have high walls as protection from typhoons, but the walls surrounding the houses in the Kuro Shū community appear to be built for a different purpose. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: red;">*4</span> The name Sakaya サカヤ is apparently derived from the word sacrament, and is written as 賢家 in kanji, meaning the House of the Wise. </div><div>The succession of the Sakaya is hereditary, and they are said to exercise absolute power over the entire community.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Saya_In_Underworldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02656628145147216545noreply@blogger.com11