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Get it off your chest

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19-10-29

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The old inn was made for troubled pilgrims like me. Tatami mat floor, small table that can be folded and put away and a basic shower toilet about big enough to fit a largish, overweight child in. You paid a set price for the dinner on the night of arrival, the room and a huge breakfast the next day. About fifty dollars. Eat, collapse into sleep..

The problem was this ohenro pilgrim could not stand to eat raw fish, the principal ingredient of both meals. But when in Rome, and when in need of vital protein to walk thirty kilometers a day on, then you eat sashimi.   I was most definitely in rural Japan. This was the place the Japanese economic miracle had bi-passed on its way to Tokyo, Osaka and Nagoya. Here you could walk past half a dozen abandoned petrol stations and coffee shops in a day and marvel at the grass growing on the roofs and up over the entrances. Like the owners had teleported en masse.

Nobody had the money to buy them or even to knock them down. So they were left to the weeds and the grass ..a sad testament to Japan’s countryside becoming negatively valued in the booming eighties when the economic ‘miracle’ was happening. Now there was nobody talking about miracles here anymore. The only thing Japan’s smallest major island had, here in Shikoku, was the 1200 kilometre walk around the 88 temples, the pilgrimage. Oh, and succubus if you were a straight male and the incubus if female methinks. Those hoary old demons love creaky old buildings with mould and wet abundant. They like you best when you are totally exhausted, when your resistance is lowest.

This one knew I was knackered from a really long trek that day..from a temple at sea level to one up in the mists. When the succubus arrives you get a high pitched hum in the head and waves of energy rushing from the feet to the head and back. Meanwhile you cannot move a fingertip. You know it is incoming from these telltale signs but can do nothing but wait or try to utter that mantra, but..the thought process itself has been frozen too. You are alone with it and it knows it. She/it knows that she has you by the McDonalds. Nothing left to do but endure for the time it takes to do its thing. Whatever that is. The worst was when three of them , incubii that is , mistook me for a woman and did the old astral buggery number. I fought back of course and finally got the prayer back long enough to utter the sacred name.

Eighty eight Buddhist Tantric temples form a protective ring around this four province island you see. To protect people’s souls that is. In the old days they were far more aware of the unseen energies that can  warp you up for the principal reason you are not aware of them. Back then in the day East or West, North or South everybody, and I do mean everybody took it as par for the course that if you are going to live on this planet in particular, you had better figure out a way to protect yourself from the creatures who were here long before you and never had bodies to start with. You know, the ones we banished to the realm of fantasy and imagination with smart asses in science who deemed it all a psychological problem. Yeah right. This thing sitting on my chest in the middle of the night in this pilgrim’s inn, this invisible bastard who can freeze my entire body with a blink, this nasty little piece of demonic shit, this stopper of all words trying to screech out of my mouth has become the psychologically famous and of course totally bloody harmless SLEEP PARALYSIS. Oh, is that all doctor..Now that is no relief from this

Amazing what two pounds of water, salt and sugar can get up to at three in the morning. Great job hallucinating that weight on the chest dear brain! Bravo! Whoopee now I have nothing to worry about as I lie terrified on my futon as this denizen of a place i know nothing about has me in her ‘freeze-him’ beam. The middle ages called them succubus if you are a man because they were said to be..

A succubus is a demon in female form, or supernatural entity in folklore (traced back to medieval legend), that appears in dreams and takes the form of a woman in order to seduce men, usually through sexual activity. The male counterpart to the succubus is the incubus.

I have been dealing with these since I was three. Sometimes i would actually get out of my body, perhaps as a way of escaping them. Now I see the wisdom of mantras and prayers for protection that the old peoples held fast to. Compared to that a recent report from psychologists themselves stated that after almost a century psychological analysis has proven itself to be practically ineffective..

No shit doc..

We live in a world of great atheistic glee at having overcome all those silly superstitions they had before we hatched the miracle child of science. Whoopee again! Who needs a God to fight against demons who do not exist? Nah, let’s give em grey aliens though, that should keep them busy a few decades. Ask Whitley Streiber of Communion fame.

Anybody with any kind of chutspah, any kind of vital energy, is a target for the succubus and the incubus. I mean look at it this way. How would you feel if you lost your body and could never get it back? But you are still here..

Poor buggers. But..just in case whatever your belief remember this one..

In the name of the Lord Jesus Christ be gone!

That’ll do it. But I do hope you never have to deal with this imaginary problem and thus never need to get it off your chest.

amen