Quantum Leap: Multiverse Transmigration 93 4.17 Ajarn Chuan, Chachoengsao

Thundery clouds that were looming against the overcast seemed to have doggedly followed us all the way from Wat Pai Ngoen in Bangkok and flashed of lightning can be seen electrifying in the skies above as it threatens to pour down to earth any second now.

Since it was a bad idea to drive in a rented van especially we won't know its roadworthy in rainy weather, we decided to make a pitstop at a nearby noodle house which was just a short distance to a guest house which the SPI team had discovered in their local travel searches.

We parked at noddle shop which was reportedly well known for its pig intestines and other internal parts that had been made into some kind of herbal broth.

This was taken by mixing the broth with the blanched yellow string noodles with a dash of dark vinegar and some minced devilish chilli. It was rather a solemn dinner as we spoke through what we had seen through the pictures are taken from the camera whilst at the abandoned crematorium.

The pictures that had captured these ent.i.ties were as clear as day itself and if not for its translucent effect, one might feel that a real baby was actually playing peekaboo and acting so photogenic in front of the cameras.

We sincerely hope that what p.o.r.nsak had left on the floor as a gateway to them to return to the other side would be fruitful and no harm would befall them out of their true intent of just covering this doc.u.mentary.

The guest house had about 4 bunk beds in each room with an attached toilet and bath, which was a blessing to us and its more like a backpacker place to call, rather than a hotel though.

With its neat and no-frills accommodation which consists of a small fridge and a ceiling fan, nothing could beat its price. With the 8 of us squarely divided into 2 bedrooms, each fare per head for the night's accommodation was only USD$4 or 125 THB.

Some of the SPI guys went to the nearest convenience store to grab some bottles of mineral water, some soft drinks and beers. They even bought some snacks such as groundnuts and broad beans which they intend to be accompanied by them while reviewing the doc.u.mentary on their video camera.

Since their prized equipment had been earlier blessed for this type of project, special enhancements were being made in order to be able to capture these ent.i.ties even in broad daylight. So little was left behind when it was being utilized in this project.

p.o.r.nsak tagged along with me and ended spending the night together in a bunk bed amidst some of the equipment on the floor and other team members on the top bunk of the bed. Of course, even when we are "sleeping" together, doesn't actually mean we would be performing acts of copulating out of respect and our dignity.

The night whiled away when the SPI team was evaluating their doc.u.mentary and there were some clips where ent.i.ties of naked babies were waddling on the ground while some were walking and staring straight at the video camera as it recorded away.

Soon the SPI team was recording minutes in their little notebook of the time frame these ent.i.ties appear and would be making a sort of epilogue for each ending segment so that the viewers would be able to view these little unedited scenes clearly with zoom effect.

Thinking back, it was kinda sad and depressing when one thinks that 2002 foetus was being disposed off in a careless manner. People simply had not a notion that taking an abortion is a form of murder and these murdered babies end up in places where they should never be.

Simply sad.

Simply cruel.

Simply depressing.

Simply killing another innocent soul.

Haissshhh...

I embraced p.o.r.nsak tightly as I recalled the events at the abandoned crematorium as the images of these ent.i.ties played over in my mind as they seemed happy to have visitors around them and offering their favourites to them.

I reminisced how the babies would feel if they were to be born perfectly in this world with the overflowing care and love from both parents as they journey through a normal life.

"Would you leave me if I'm pregnant?"

Her voice sounded tranquil in the middle of the night as I embraced her even tighter and kissed her forehead while saying, "I will never leave you even for the world. There's something mystical between us and if happens that you are pregnant with our baby, I would like him or she grow up with lots of love from both of us."

She nodded her head and snuggled even deeper into my chest and after some time her steady breathing and the rise and fall of her chest indicates that she had fallen asleep. I sighed to myself and soon fall into a slumber.

The next following day, after a hearty breakfast at one of the pushcart food vendor near the hostel, we quickly and carefully packed up our equipment.

The batteries of the video camera had been fully charged and a new Hi8 tape had been inserted so that it would be accidentally re-recorded afterwards. The notch on top of the tape had been removed and it had been marked accordingly with the date, time and location.

Enroute to the said location of Ajarn Chuan Ashram, upon p.o.r.nsak's request, we pulled over to the market place to buy some a.s.sorted flowers of 7 different types.

She also bought 2 green limes and told us this is for precautionary measures. We don't know what she meant by the purpose of these 2 green limes but we just proceeded with her plan.

She also bought a packet of rough salts in which she deftly cut a small opening on the top before she proceeds to cut the limes into halves and squeeze the contents inside it. Little did I know this would play an important part in the next segment.

We drove and reached into an isolated path that diverts out from the main road and into the forest. As it was a spa.r.s.e overgrowth, the SPI driver decides to drive carefully over and stop midway as there were some trees that blocked the path and there was no way through.

He lets everyone off the van and reverses back the position of the van heading towards the main asphalt Road. After we had collected the necessary equipment we made our way on foot to what seems to be an abandoned house of some sort and there were a lot of silhouettes of statues that lined the path leading to the house.

Each of the statues depicts a G.o.d-like or a warrior like a stature and was as if it was guarding the place leading to the abandoned house. Some statues were sitting cross-legged while mostly are standing up, their eyes seemed to be alive as it watches our every move as we get closer to the abandoned house.

"Let's not too close and set up our segment here. There is no reason to be close to that house as I can sense an evil miasma emitting from it. If those who are feeling unwell or a hint of fear, please step back and return to the van immediately."

p.o.r.nsak commanded sternly as if she would expect an ominous result from this is happen that one's light is rather dim and not burning brightly. This portion was mentioned much earlier when I had met with the SPI team way back prior to the project undertaking.

None stepped back and seemed eager to witness what they would capture in the next segment as the first segment had been a success in capturing the ent.i.ties image.

"Aroon, please set up the offerings altar, flowers and such. Leave the packet of salt aside first, we will need it at the last stage here. There won't be an invitation to let the wandering spirits to transverse back into the netherworld. These spirits had been bonded and remain the way it is by its creator with a rather twisted mind."

The moment I squatted down to a place pointed by p.o.r.nsak to setup the offerings altar the video camera whirred to live and zoomed out as far as the entrance of the house and panned everywhere in 360 degrees to cover the gruesome finds of the statues that were placed all over the house.
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I placed the offerings altar and placed the 7 types of flowers on it and burnt 3 pieces of joss stick. This time the joss stick was a thick as the little pinky of mine and emits a lot of smoke afterwards.

The smoke I first noticed was like as if it was being sucked from an ent.i.ty above it but I could never detect anything nor felt its presence. The smoke, instead of twirling, rose straight into the air for a few feet before it became a plume of mushroom.

"I am here gathered with my friends and among all of you not to seek harm or have any ill intent. I am merely doc.u.menting this segment as part of my livelihood and that's all to it. However, if any of you step over the line, I would not hesitate to blow you back into where you come from. Is that understood?"

A light breeze went through the trees as if the spirits took an invisible form and made a sign that they had acknowledged it. Actually in other words, when you summon some spirits and then an ominous wind blows over, that does mean its naturally a bad omen.

p.o.r.nsak raised her voice and its resonance within the surroundings amidst the statues and the abandoned house in the background. Nearly everyone nearly jumped out of their skins but managed to regain composure and several prayers while clutching at their amulets around their necks.

She then casually began to narrate, "One statue might not be scary. But how about hundreds of life-like statues left in one spot?

And what if, among these statues, many were made from human remains and bound by dark magic?"

She paused as if to let the notion of these statues were made from human remains. Oh G.o.d, could it get any worse than this?!

"A well-known monk who was famous for his sorcery had built hundreds of statues – statues of humans, children, monsters, and mythical creatures were scattered around the ashram (a spiritual hermitage where a religious leader and their disciples live)."

"For some statues, he performed a ceremony where the human remains such as ashes, bones, hair, and especially skins with tattoos were mixed together with the statue-making material."

She paused again while spreading her hands towards the countless of statues around her and the camera clicked furiously and the video camera whirred crazily as it envelopes everything in its viewfinder. After some moments, the video camera panned and locked on p.o.r.nsak's face as she continued with the narration.

"After his death, the ashram was left unmaintained. The area was overgrown by trees and vegetation. Many statues were damaged and broken. Some believe that some dark strange power still exists in the ashram."

"Locals know well enough not to enter the ashram after the sun sets. Some said these statues come to life at night. Many thieves have attempted to steal the statues but they encountered an unexplainable force that chased them away. A group of 10 thieves was reportedly trying to lift one statue, but they never could."

"OK let's wrap it up now, double time. No time to explain! Pack all gear and leave to the van and keeps its engine running! Aroon, I need you to be beside me NOW...! And I mean this very instance! Bring the salt packet here and get ready on my command...!"

Her voice raised to a very alarming tone that nearly everyone that hurriedly packed their things nearly stumbled with the entailing cables. I gave p.o.r.nsak the salt pack and she immediately faced me and said," It's time to use your Psi b.a.l.l.s to ward them off to where they come from. Use as if it's in healing form where you have 2 energy Psi b.a.l.l.s and start throwing at their advancing souls. Your third eye can let you see that they are made of black wisps."

p.o.r.nsak took the packet of salt that had been mixed with lime juice and started to chant a mantra that was hard to be perceived as she took out half of a handful and throw it against the statues that lined in the foreground of the abandoned house.

I, in turn, rubbed my two hands and cupped them while standing in a boxer's stance and immediately 2 small marble-like energy sphere appear in my hand. Once I felt it gather enough positive energy, I let it go to the direction of the statues that had black willowy wisps whirling among them. It knocked the wisps away and so did p.o.r.nsak with her lime tasting salt-induced mantra powered pack throw into the forward direction.

"Stay back! Or you will never stay in that carrier of yours and you will never be brought to the Netherworld! Come forth if you think you could harm others...! Nah... Take this, you restless souls whose feet were cursed from Mother Earth!"

p.o.r.nsak threw another half handful of salt in front of her and retreated a few steps back while I constantly hit at the advancing black willowy wisps, making them scoot behind the statues from my Psi energy spheres attacks.

It was basically not called an attack because I later learnt it was a means of deterrent. If it was an attack form, I would at most be able to perform the Kamehameha or Hyuden like Ryu from Street Fighter for about 3 or fewer attacks then I'd be deflated of energy already to sustain one.

Unknown to us, a cameraman had hoisted himself on top of the van to shoot a panoramic view of what was happening and the view that he seen through the video camera viewfinder was like a CGI martial artists versus some unseen enemies.

As we were getting near the van, and as p.o.r.nsak had nearly finished the salt in the packet, the video man recovered his video camera and slid back in his seat while we ran a few steps and dove inside the van and telling the driver to step in it.

It was as though the spirits were unable to catch up with a speeding rented van travelling at 30km/h that time!