EERILY ENGULFING ENERGY
Tonight as I settle into bed at my condo overlooking the
city lights on the 18th floor, I glance to my right, the trendy
en-suite bathroom with the blinds fully opened,
showing the toilet, shower and bathtub, prompted me to get out of bed to
close the blinds. These recurring
visions of my ghostly apparition sitting on a toilet seat from as long ago as
18 years still haunt me with repeated flashbacks whenever I see a toilet from a
sleeping vantage point
From the day the spirit displayed itself I have never been
the same again since. It was a night in
November 1995 in the middle of the Golden Triangle, high in the clouds 1,300 meters above sea level. Eighteen years on, the memory still so fresh,
the goose bumps appear when recalling either in writing or even recounting the story to a friend.
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| Ang Khang Royal Agricultural Station |
Then a solid citizen in my forties, all faculties intact and mental health in
tiptop condition. Lucid, commanding
eyesight, excellent hearing and a belief in God. Just to get the record straight, I have not killed, nor have I
stolen nor have I sinned in any of the 10 commandments. Not a scientist, not a spiritualist – just an
ordinary working housewife trying to make a living.
So let me take you to where it all began.
Working alongside The Royal Project, a scheme designed to eradicate
opium by substitute growing temperate climate floral and fauna including fruits
and vegetables. This was to keep the hill tribes from going back to cultivating
opium for heroin trafficking.
I had just signed a hefty contract with a large supermarket
group in the UK supplying potpourri from the Royal Project. My target was two 20ft containers per month. The quantity needed to grow for just one
container per month was staggering. It
needed planning and inspection by top Botanists seconded from a leading
research University in Agriculture. The
regular supermarket shoppers in the UK and Europe would be astounded by the
magnitude of areas taken from opium growing regions and re-directed to grow
beautiful flowers for the selection on offer in the rows of room fragrance
section.
These fields were bombed and set on fire to eradicate the world’s highest growth of poppies. Supported
by the US Drug Enforcement Agency, whole
families who farmed the poppies were also eradicated together with the
plants. Since there was no
accountability for the hill-tribe nomads, their casualty went undetected for
they had no identity papers.
My UK buyer decided it was in his interest to visit the
site. Coordinating the trip with the
Royal Project, we were invited to stay
in their Swiss style one bedroom cottages in the hills of Angkhang. On a clear day from the vestige of the
cottage, you can see the hills of Burma to the left, the Laotian hills across
the Mekhong River to the right whilst centered in the mountain ranges in
Thailand.
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| Swiss style Cottage No. 6 |
Driving up the winding road to Angkhang, the sun having
slipped under the first set of hills, the light fading, we were ushered to our
respective cottages. I was given cottage
No. 6 fifty meters above my distinguished representative who had the cottage
No. 4. It had several steps running
down in both directions towards the central area designated for communal work
for agriculturists to detail farmers the various projects for the day. It also was where we were to meet for dinner.
Dinner was simple, and we retired early. The agenda for the next morning was a 6:00am start. I was glad that the evening had ended
promptly for I had purchased an autobiography about an English wife of a Siamese
Prince. I simply knew it was going to be
a great read. Little did I know that
that book was going to save me from what was to be a harrowing six hours.
We said our goodnights and retreated to our respective
cottages. My room was approx. 25sq
meters – small but adequate. Windows on
either side, it had two large beds with a side table. The light was an overhead neon strip, it just
makes the room so unbearably bright. Straight
ahead was a saloon-type door latched on by a hook to the bathroom. I could see that the toilet was behind
this door through the bottom. I
unpacked my bag, used the toilet, brushed my teeth and washed my face ready for
the night. The bathroom was dark and I
did not feel comfortable in there, something didn’t feel right so I decided not
to shower.
Settled into the whicker chair, as reading in this hard bed
was not comfortable, I heard scuttling noises and looked up to see at least 7
white mice (I was told later that they were fruit mice.) They were running along the beams attracted
by the light. This was not fun. I was not going to be sleeping with fruit
mice nibbling at my feet. I’m not happy
at this and was just wondering what on earth I should do ….when I looked up
from my book and 10 feet away from me was this woman sitting on the toilet,
head bent down, her long hair flowing, her white flowing trousers billowing
from the outside wind escaping underneath the crack of the front door.
My heart raced, it skipped several beats .... massive amounts of adrenalin surged through
my body. I knew what I was
seeing. There was absolutely no doubt. I was very scared. Physically my body went into flight mode, I
grabbed my torch and backed up towards the door and decided to run for it. In doing so I banged into the light switch
nestled by the door and accidently turned it off.
I don’t know what I was scared of most, the foreboding
darkness inside, or the windy gusts of the darkness outside, bringing on
rain. Standing outside unable to decide
what to do, my deep insecurity stopped me from running to the UK representative
in his chalet No. 4. I so wanted to be admired
as high quality professional businesswoman. It would be amateurish to say I had seen a
ghost in my room and that I was scared…. it could also be construed as sexual
harassment. Now that wasn’t going to
make me a valid top notch Management team.
You could imagine my thoughts punishing me for being
weak. A peak through the window with the
curtains slightly opened, a stream of light from another chalet was enough that
I could see her still bent over the toilet.
I don’t think there are words in the dictionary to describe the fear I
had. I had to suck up all courage,
hardened my stance and faced my fear.
Walking back into the room, I switched the light back on. As with all old neon lights, it flickers like
a strobe light before it starts full on and there she was hunched over. I decided with renewed strength that I was
going to shoo her off the premises… mad but true. I took my right gym shoe off and flung it in
her direction hoping to start a confrontation.
The shoe landed just by her feet. It managed to nestle by her trouser leg as I
didn’t throw it hard enough. Fearless,
I was actually too petrified to use the other shoe. Blood pressure rising,
heart thumping, mouth dry, the spirit was using all the force to cower me. Looking back, I must have been mad to provoke
such an evil force. I shudder even
writing about it now, so long ago, but I still feel as if the sighting was last
night.
It was now past midnight, the hour in which all ghostly
things come alive. I am sure I’ve been
reading too many books, or seen too many films. The atmosphere was electrifying so I decided
to try and read my book to take away the fierceness of the ambiance. So much for concentration but I got through
a few chapters by looking up and keeping an eye on her. The mice had gone…. This was 1995, no Iphones
or laptops or the internet to keep my sanity, take videos or even call someone.
It became very cold and uncomfortable. The temperature drops
even further during the night. She
hasn’t moved. There is no sound. But there is an angry energy. I am so scared. Some divine knowledge allowed me to figure
out why I was targeted by this evil spirit….it was the fact that I was alive
and she wanted my life. I knew if I
laid down to sleep, I would have been taken over. The energy
that was emanating from the toilet had such a strong will. The will to cower me, frighten me, was so
consuming I felt extreme weakness every so often.
I have never given much thought to God or any religion for I
had grown up in a variety of faiths having lived abroad in many countries. Brought up as a Buddhist at the beginning of
my youth, then came the Anglican Church and by the time I turned a teenager my
Catholicism was part of everyday life.
Re-posted to another country, I was yanked out of the Convent to join an
Islamic school for girls. So I was naturally
confused when it came to the question of God.
The schools taught me tolerance but gave me little faith.
But that night, all the prayers memorized from when I was a
little girl spewed out of my mouth. I
went on my knees, clasped hands, bowed my head, eyes crunched up and prayed so
hard. Out came The Lord’s Prayer,
recited over and over, then Buddha’s chant in Pali, after which I recited
Allahu Akbar five times. The bad energy
was circling around me whilst praying. I
did not need to open my eyes as I knew she was sill there. Her energy weakened
at each interval of prayers. It took
immense concentration, immense blind faith to keep in control.
She stayed in that position from around 11pm until
4:30am. Sometimes the strength of her
will would shake me to the core. I
prayed and prayed. I was exhausted and by the time 4am came around,
the sun was peaking through the Laotian mountains.
Slowly the sunlight took over the ghastly neon lit room and it was only
4:40am. Suddenly she was gone. Vanished.
The heaviness also left the room.
The silence was deafening.
My nerves were shattered and I felt weak, physically drained
but what was pressing was the fact that I needed to urinate. I was not going to sit on “that”
toilet. My mind was spinning. I was
afraid that I could vanish in the same notion if I used the toilet. I was totally unhinged. My
right gym shoe was by the toilet, still waiting for me to pick it up. With the dawn rising, I decided to urinate
outside in the bushes. One shoe on, one
shoe off, I hobbled to the side of the chalet, hoping no one else was up. Not much credibility would suffice giving a
ghost story as an excuse for urinating
outside.
I grabbed my shoe, snatched my belongings and sat outside by
the bench watching the sun rise and
waiting for 6am to come as fast as possible. By way of showing me that they knew, the
staff asked me why I had kept my light on all night. I wanted to share my experience so badly but
was aware it was not appropriate so I smiled meekly and said my book was
riveting and I could not put I down.
They smiled back knowingly asked if I was bothered by the girl in
white. At this point, I visibly crumbled
and almost vomited. I could no longer
hold back and asked them who was the girl in white.
Her name was Khian, she was 34 and 6 months pregnant when
the first bombs were dropped. Fires started in the fields where she was “scoring” the
seed pods, She was burnt to death,
yelling and screaming that she was not ready to die because she had to give
birth first. Her last words were well
remembered by those trying to douse her down.
She was going to come back alive so she could give birth.
My poor colleague totally unaware of what was developing,
delved deliciously into his breakfast and consulted his strategic planning
sheet for the next season. I had no
reason to reveal this and the day went according to plan, we boarded the plane
back to the city and in no time I was back in my own bed. I kept my professional integrity and no one
was the wiser.
The sighting left me with a renewed strength that was never
there before. Any encounters easy or
hard, or unbearable, using my acquired power from turning negatives to
positives through sheer mind strength has helped me to succeed.. Fortunately
through this ghostly confrontation, I have naturally developed an ability to
detect presence. It has helped me to
steer clear of places truly affected by unresolved spirits. With this incredible knowledge, I am
comforted by the fact that there is another life awaiting me, when this present
one passes. Because of the level of my serenity, there will be no need to use massive
energy to subdue or covet any other life form.
