"In and around the world of the supernatural, the occult, and the underground dark-eddies of things spiritual, there are mystics, shamans, tribal elders, wizards, sorcerers, spellcasters, diviners, necromancers, witches, and all other types and kinds of controllers and purveyors of occult abilities, drawing strength and operating in other dimensions along the edges of the conventional plane. In the realm of all those practitioners the most powerful, the most dreaded, and the most feared is the Obeah."
Obeah, as practiced in Jamaica and the Caribbean, takes the USE OF and KNOWLEDGE OF ancient occult powers orginally handed down over the centuries by word of mouth from the remnants of a once very powerful and celebrated SECRET religious Order emanating from a remote age that has long since been lost in the mist of time. Over the centuries most of the original tenents became watered down, with the less powerful versions of Obeah incorporating various modifications of occult spellcraft as once practiced mostly by tribal people who spoke Ashanti from West Africa. However, the most secretive, powerful and dreaded purveyors of present day Obeah comes undiluted from the old Order. Practitioners of same will sometimes use the less volatile aspects of their brethren, but usually operate well beyond the confines of any traditional witchcraft, sorcery, shamanism, voodoo (voudon), or tribal magic.
It is a dying breed shrouded in secrecy, with the most powerful versions known and practiced only by a select few. Even fewer ever truly enter the ranks of Obeah and able to successfully wield its will and awesome scope unscathed. An Obeahman can use ANY system and fuel it with the power of Obeah without the danger of disrespect FOR the gods, but, depending on circumstances, not necessarily without repercussions FROM the gods --- and especially so any untrained high level assult against the natural order of things. Obeah is potent, compelling and in the wrong hands, both deadly and dangerous. It's secret lies in its POWER. Even white light shields can and do weaken, collapse, or be rendered impotent, buckling under to another's stronger power when pitted against each other in tests of strength.
Many years ago I was apprenticed under a Jamaican man of spells called an Obeahman. I learned that in the scheme of things all things must return to a balance. If a person is such that they can act upon in some manner creating movements or disturbances in the normal flow of events at a level surpassing or beyond the edges of the day-to-day conventional plane, somehow somewhere and sometime there must be a return to the equilibrium. Simply put, if a person inherent in manifesting such movements acts as a Medium or go-between in behest of another for the other's own behalf, the person requesting the behest is responsible for the consequences. If, on the other hand, you are the perpetrator of the behest for your own reasons on your own behalf, then YOU must accept and bear any downstream consequences. Nothing is free, there is always a payoff somewhere. It is worth considering when you start interfering with the normal flow of events. Spoken from experience.
Justice is not postponed. A perfect equity adjusts its balance in all parts of life. Oi chusoi Dios aei enpiptousi, -- The dice of God are always loaded. The world looks like a multiplication-table, or a mathematical equation, which, turn it how you will, balances itself. Take what figure you will, its exact value, nor more nor less, still returns to you. Every secret is told, every crime is punished, every virtue rewarded, every wrong redressed, in silence and certainty. What we call retribution is the universal necessity by which the whole appears wherever a part appears. If you see smoke, there must be fire. If you see a hand or a limb, you know that the trunk to which it belongs is there behind.
Ralph Waldo Emerson -- "Compensations"
The more pure and spiritually developed a person is (especially if they are actively working towards real spiritual advancement) the more attention they will attract from the negatives to pull them down (see Mara). In other words, the potential of any aspirant generates their level of negative opposition, plus their level of positive assistance, as set by Karmic Law. This is the natural way of things, and is part of the reason why real long-term spiritual development is so difficult. And this is also why those that achieve any significant level of spiritual / psychic development usually live fairly difficult lives, or have a painful past.
"Robert Bruce -- "White Light Shields
The First Law of Thermodynamics, a cornerstone of classical physics, states energy always presents itself as being "fixed." That is, energy can be exchanged between the system of interest and its surroundings, however, the total energy of the system PLUS the surroundings remains constant. Nevertheless, in spite of the "rules" observed throughout history in classical physics, in quantum physics, energy can and does appear and disappear out of nowhere spontaneously.
Anna Jones -- "Apportation Revisited"
"There is a powerful connecting force between events. We may not understand it scientifically, but spiritually we know it is so."
Yasutani Hakuun Roshi -- "A Biographical Note"
"Power is one of the first barriers you must pass in becoming a Man of Knowledge (Shaman). Power is intoxicating. Magic and Siddhi create a drunkenness that is very tricky to sidestep. What you wish for comes true, like Aladdin and the Genie."
Jeffrey Ellis -- "DreamingAwake"
"All the details about how to dig up plants --- not using a metal tool, using branches from tree-friends of the plant, and even apologizing to the plant-spirit every time for taking them and assuring them that someday the diviner's own body will serve as food for them "so, all in all, the plants and ourselves are even" --- are all things my uncle taught me."
the Wanderling -- "The Informant and Carlos Castaneda"
"(In) the Psychic World of supersensuous perceptions and of deceptive sights. . . . No blossom picked in those regions has ever yet been brought down on earth without its serpent coiled around the stem."
Madame Helen Petrovna Blavtsky -- "The Great Hall of Learning and Wisdom"
"The serpent coiled around its stem" means that in the product or outcome of those practices, i.e., the "blossom picked in those regions," --- the occult, the psychic world, etc. --- there is a price to pay...that is to say, lurking beneath or behind every outcome there always exists some sort of catch, a serpent coiled around its stem, either for the purveyor, the recipient or both.
SHAMANIC ZEN MUSINGS: The following are five relatively interesting stories, one regarding the outcome of the awsome powers and devastation wreaked by an Obeah wronged in the late 1700s in Jamaica; two modern day accounts involving an Obeahman and the Wanderling, also in Jamaica; and two as an example of similar spiritual powers personified, only in comparison, involving east Indian yogis drawing from a similar power source of their culture, the supernormal perceptual states called Siddhis, rather than Obeah:
My very first encounter with an Obeahman occurred long before I began my apprenticeship under the Jamaican man of spells I eventually studied under. Although I had been in Jamaica for some time I had never heard of Obeah or an Obeahman until the day a Jamaican friend of mine and I were taking a trip across the island in his car. We had gone to Montego Bay along the north coast for several days and on our return trip to Kingston my friend decided it would be quicker as well as more fun if we took a short cut through some of the cane fields. We were doing about eighty miles per hour when we passed a little old man on the side of the road walking with a wooden staff and carrying a bundle over his shoulder. My Jamaican friend immediately hit the brakes and screeched to a halt telling me the old man was an Obeah and leaving him to walk so far out in the middle of nowhere would be bad luck. Since his vehicle was a small little two-door British car, to show respect due the Obeah, I got out and squeezed into the small rear seat allowing him to sit in the front. Soon we were back up to speed cruising the back roads of the cane fields at about eighty miles per hour. Then, all of a sudden the engine started to cough and sputter, eventually just dying and stopping to run altogether. We coasted to the side, my friend got out and asked me to get into the drivers seat to try and start the engine as he fiddled with stuff under the hood. Two or three times we tried and the car refused to start. The Obeah got out and went to the front of the car, and, although the hood obscured my view somewhat, I could tell he tapped the engine a couple of times with his staff. My friend asked me to try it again and immediately the engine fired up. The next morning my friend was late to work. He said after we left the Obeah off where he requested and me home, he went home. However, when he got up the next morning his car refused to start and that it acted exactly the same as it had in the cane fields. When he got it to the shop to be repaired the mechanic showed him the ONLY thing he could find wrong with it. A spring in the carburetor was physically broken and with that spring broken the car could not run under any circumstances. The mechanic replaced the spring and the car started up and ran perfectly.
For a couple additional examples of the above, one involving Carlos Castaneda, a car and the shaman sorcerer Don Juan Matus deep in Mexico and one involving a Jeep during, of all places, the Korean War click HERE.
The second story is about an extraordinary event that took place in Jamaica in 1780 involving an Obeahman sentenced to death for his practices. The Obeahman swore that the island would suffer major calamities if he was put to death. The authorities were unmoved by his threats and he was burnt at the stake. Aftwards, on October 3, 1780, the worst hurricane to ever strike Jamaica hit the island. Besides the severity of the storm, the island suffered a series of earthquakes as well --- the quakes totally demolishing every building in the parish of Westmoreland where the Obeah lived. The inhabitants left alive found themselves faced with famine and dysentery because all the fields and crops had been destroyed and the water polluted. A full account of the event is covered in THE WORD OBEAH: What Does It Mean?.
The third story is found in A Writer's Notebook by William Somerset Maugham:
In India a Yogi wanted to go somewhere by train, but having no money, asked the station-master if he could go for nothing; the station-master refused, so the Yogi sat down on the platform. When it was time for the train to go it would not start. It was supposed that something was wrong with the engine, so mechanics were sent for and they did all they knew, but still the train could not go. At last the station-master told the officials of the Yogi. He was asked to get in the train and it immediately started.
The fourth story is also from Maugham, but comes from his novel The Razor's Edge:
An Indian Yogi came to a bank of a river; he didn't have the money to pay the ferryman to take him across and the ferryman refused to take him for nothing, so he stepped on the water and walked upon its surface to the other side. The Yogi (telling the story) shrugged his shoulders rather scornfully and said, "A miracle likethat is worth no more than the penny it would have cost to go on the ferryboat.(see)
The fifth story returns to the Wanderling and the experience that led to the beginning of his apprenticeship under the Obeahman high in the mountains of Jamaica:
The Obeah squated down without changing eye contact, peering at me with an astounding set of eyes that seemed to shine deeply from within with a mysterious, intense light of their own, and said, in his heavy Jamaican patois, "You have felt the breath of the Dark One." "Yes, once," I said, "many years ago," refering to an incident in the military when I literally felt the boney fingers of the Shadow of Death brush across my soul. "Why didn't he take you with him," the Obeah asked? "I don't know," I responded, shrugging my shoulders.
The Obeah poured a warm tea-like broth into two small bowl-shaped cups without handles. He took one and gave me the other, gulping down the liquid while motioning me to do the same. (see)
He asked me what I liked about Jamaica. I told him things like the weather and the people. Then he asked again what I liked about Jamaica. But now I wasn't able to answer. It was like my mind had grown so huge that trying to focus on something as minuscule as a few words to string together into a sentence had become an impossible hardship (click to continue)...
At the very bottom of the page is another incident regarding the Obeah and the Wanderling, as the Obeahman saves the Wanderling teetering on the edge of death from the ravages of
Dengue Fever.
Think what you will all you modern day folk. Continuing now with the very special work on Obeah by Azoth Kalafou:
AFRO-CARIBBEAN SHAMANISM
(Afro-Shamanistik Witchcraft)
Obeah is one of the more unknown and obscure African
traditions of Sorcery. While Santeria, Umbanda, Candomblè are getting
a broader and broader reputation Obeah is still veiled in a great deal
of secrecy, which is understandable when you view the complexity in this
earth-religion. The word Obeah or Obi is itself a word obscured and clouded in secrecy (see). Although an Obeahman can be thought of as a Sorcerer or a cross between a voodoo witchdoctor, medicine man, root doctor, and Carlos Castaneda "Teaching of Don Juan" occult spiritualist (i.e., Don Juan Matus who learned of the black arts through a Diablero, a shaman-sorcerer with evil powers said to have the ability to shape shift), the most understandable meaning of the word Obeah can be translated as "occult power," meaning a powerful engine used to empower spells for
witchcraft as well as other forms for practical magic and communication with the gods.
It is thought that the Ashanti and the Dahomeyans
are the carriers of the wisdom of Obeah. That it was slaves from west and-north-Africa
that brought this current of power to Jamaica and Trinidad-Tobago. The
tradition of Obeah captures several lines of occult transmission. The Obeah
it self is best seen as an multi-different source of extreme power. In
a way, in that Obeahmen have been around and practicing their craft for centuries, and long before the term came into popular culture, the Obeahmen are the TRUE Chaos Magicians since they can use any
system they want and fuel it with the power of Obeah, without the danger
of disrespect for the gods. In Trinidad you will find Obeah blended with
Muslim faith with Hinduism and Christianity. Also in Sierra Leone there
are certain tribes which declares themselves as Muslim but who use the
Quran to perform powerful magic with the help of Angels and Djinns. Similar
traditions are to be found in Trinidad-Tobago as well. In the succession
I belong to Obeah is blended with Orisha worship, which is the most common
manifestation of Obeah. Orisha worship in Trinidad has two main fractions
"Spiritual Orisha" which are very Christian in its practical way. They
also avoid blood-offerings. The other one "Baptist Orisha" is a more pure
and ancient line of Orisha-transmission who accept blood-offerings and
function very much like Orisha-worship you’ll meet elsewhere in the world.
Still I might add that Voudon (Voodoo) is perhaps the closest "brother" to "Baptist Orisha" (for more on Orisha see The Seven African Powers).
Obeah is close to witchcraft, but it also
includes many elements easily recognizable as Shamanism. This is the very
core of Obeah, the shamanistic techniques that are used at initial stage
of obtaining knowledge, on a more developed level the practice developes
into forms of worship easily recognized within voudun. The impulse of Obeah
is the witchcraft-part.
Obeah can be viewed as "a Tower of Power", an
enormous vault of Intelligent-Power (similar in scope to Joriki in Japanese) that can be communicated with by the Obeah
in special and secret ways. The Obeah
inhabits All, that's why it is no problem to blend it with other traditions. For
more along the same lines see Sudden or Gradual Enlightenment: APPENDIX.
In Obeah related to Orisha worship you can become an Obeahman or a Obi-man. This signifies that your
pathway is particularly dark and evil. Usually the Obeahmen sooner or later
will move to secluded places and perform dark forms of magick mainly connected
to the Dead. The Orisha of the Obi-men are called Bones. Bones is the King
of Death, and has many features in common with Ghuede of the voudon pantheon, and oddly enough, the Prince of Darkness, Mara in the Buddhist religion.
Another deity of great importance is Oduda, which means "The Black One,"
a complementary mirror-figure of the male King of Death, or "Dark One".
She is the principle balancing and most of all - complementing Bones. In
features she is closely linked to Maman Brigitte and also resembles the Hindu-Indian Mother Kali (Kali-Ma) in her aspect as Dhumavati and Baghalamukhi combined. The spirit
known in the outer world as Anima Sola is also of great importance, but
my vow of silence restrains me for telling much about her in the open.
The old Obeahman to the Wanderling, high in the mountains of Jamaica. It must be understood that the path of Bones is
a special path not suitable for anyone. The path has a tendency to turn
the practitioner of his magic into anti-social beings who inhabits what
can look like a disrespect for the life of human beings. The initiation
of Bones is only given to those who truly belong in this path of empowerment.
The access offered to the wisdom of existence and how to change it relies
on the practitioners ability to recognize his or hers own heart of hearts
in a manner that draws proper cells of attunement close to the practitioners of the Dark Luminosity of Self and the Light of Death. The path of Bones is lethal in
the way that he gives his children tools and formulates of a direct and
instant function that infuse the ability to severely destroy whatever comes
in the Obeahmans path. I have heard stories about Obeahmen who charge
people only a few pennys to kill off someone, like they really want to just
kill for the sake of killing. These are rumors, maybe a few occasions
has given rise to this rumor – since the danger inherent in solely working
with the forces of Night and Death is evident. But the same rumors also surround Paleros, without having much substance in them – with of course, a few exceptions. It is proper to mention vouden at this juncture since
Obeah in practice is very similar to vouden. But there are some differences. For instance, Satan is personified in this tradition as all the princes
of Hell are. This is due to the great influx of western theurgical teaching
and the importance stressed on kabbalah and gematria. The different Grimoires
are frequently used by the Obeahmen, like Grimorium Verum and Goethia
as well as the VI and VII Books of Moses (it should be mentioned, traditionally it is said that Moses only wrote FIVE books: Genesis, Exodus, Leviticus, Numbers and Deuteronomy. The other two books, which are claimed to be written by Moses, contain the witchcraft of Egypt from the time of Moses). Both of these books have an especially great importance since Moses is seen as the snake-charmer and among
the greatest of magicians having turned a wooden staff into a snake in front of the Egyptian pharaoh. The snake or serpent in the Egyptian language was called Ob and most likely the root for the word Obeah. See The Word Obeah: What Does It Mean, How Does It Work?. Techniques of shamanistic quality are frequently
used together with methods ascribing to traditional witchcraft. The way
of the Obeah-man is a crooked one but a path that leads to Attainment of
Self
THE PRINCE OF DARKNESS:
He squated down without changing eye contact and said in his heavy Jamaican patois, "You have felt the breath of the Dark One." "Yes, once," I said, "many years ago," refering to an incident in the military when I literally felt the Shadow of Death brush across my soul. "Why didn't he take you with him," the Obeah asked? "I don't know," I responded, shrugging my shoulders.
(source)
WITH A VERY SPECIAL THANKS TO:
The following account with the Obeah is from Consulting Mediums:
For those of you that may be familiar with the Wanderling and his interactions with the shaman man of spells called Obeahman high in the mountains of Jamaica you may recall that when a young girl from the village was hit by a car, the parents, who could not afford a regular medical doctor, opted to have their daughter taken to the Obeah. The Wanderling and another village member carried the girl in a sling-like hammock slung between two long wooden poles up the hazardous mountain trail to the Obeahman's abode. During that several hour period, although breathing, the girl never regained consciousness. The Wanderling was not allowed to go into the Obeah's hut because he was white, nor were any of the rituals performed observed, that is, if any at all were performed. The next morning the Wanderling ended up clear down the mountain and didn't exactly see what happened to the girl. About two weeks later she was seen to be playing with other village children as though nothing had ever happened. No marks, scars, scratches, casts or anything else. Many months later the Wanderling contracted Dengue fever and laid in his bed sweating in pools of water, delirious with a high fever, not eating, and basically unable to move. A villager happened by and reported how sick he was to a village elder. He in turn passed word to the Obeah. Under NO circumstances had the Obeah ever been known to leave his mountain lair, everyone in need of his services ALWAYS had to go to him no matter how serious the situation. However, much to the surprise of everyone in the village and others for miles and miles around, within a few hours of hearing of the Wanderling's condition he showed up on the veranda. He would not enter his house, again because the Wanderling was a white man, but he did remove spiritual items and herbs from his Medicine Bag called an Oanga Bag and perform a set of rituals that included spreading sand and ashes in a circle, casting bones into the circle, sitting Buddha-like doing some chanting and using smoke that wafted throughout the house. The next day the Wanderling was up and around, sore, and except for a substantial loss of weight and weak from having not eaten, OK. The Obeah was gone.
The day after the Obeah departed and following a night of heavy wind and rain, the Wanderling, conscious but racked with pain, for the first time in days was able to move and hobbled himself out onto the veranda. Barely able to stay upright he stood before the shaman's circle, and despite the storm of the night before, the circle was still in place just as it had been left by the man of spells. An ever so slight breeze came up and spread across the veranda floor twisting itself into a small dust-devil-like Vortex encompassing the Wanderling's bare feet and legs with the ash and sand of the circle. As the twisting breeze climbed his body the pain dissipated eventually disappearing altogether along with the wind.
In Buddhism it is said that the path of Tranquillity-Concentration-Absorption can lead to supernormal powers (e.g., extrasensory perception, knowledge of previous lives, teleportation, etc.). All of the attainments
of this path, however, are considered Samsaric. Buddhism holds that absorption by itself cannot lead to Nirvana. It is, rather, the path of Mindfulness-Insight that is said to lead to Nirvana.
The mastery of "access concentration," however, is said to be an effective means to more stable mindfulness, and the mastery of the higher absorptive states is said to be an effective means to deeper insight.
Buddhism teaches that after a practitioner achieves a certain degree of realization, spiritual power develops. A person at the level of an Arhat is said to possess six supernatural powers. Even so, it is understood that it is through Enlightenment that supernatural powers are manifested, rather than that supernatural powers enhance Enlightenment. Furthermore, it is acknowledged as well that supernatural powers are not attainable exclusively JUST by Buddhists and Buddhists only. It is possible for anyone who has deep religious and spiritual cultivation to develop some kind of "super-normal powers." (source)
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ZEN, THE BUDDHA AND SHAMANISM
PALO MAYOMBE is an African Diasporic religion that originated in the Congo region of Africa. Practice and worship in Palo is centered around prendas, which are consecrated pots that contain sticks, bones, dirts and herbs that are sacred to particular gods and goddessess of Palo. Prendas are very powerful in the hands of a trained Palero, and can be utilized to perform nearly any function. Paleros work with Allys or Spirit Guides --- not be confused with Spiritual Guides --- to obtain information and wisdom, as well as with lower spirits that serve a variety of functions. These lower spirits are sometimes referred to as perros, or dogs.
PALEROS are Palo priests who are feared by many because of their practices of brujeria, or witchcraft. They serve as consultants to dead spirits who they believe have the power to do almost anything the Paleros bid them to do. For quick results, Paleros use human bones and skulls to call upon the spirits represented by them. Because they deal in actual human remains, both the spirits and the Paleros are thought to have superhuman strength.
Somerset Maugham is playing a little fast and loose with the writer's privilege with the quote, referring to the main protagonist as a "Yogi" and the story seemingly taking place in Hindu India. It is actually an ancient Buddhist parable revolving around the Buddha, with the Buddha questioning the use of (waste of) psychic powers on something so trivial as crossing a river when a ferry boat was available for practically nothing.
THE BEST OF THE MAUGHAM BIOGRAPHIES:
SPIRITUAL GUIDES, GURUS, AND TEACHERS INFLUENTIAL IN THE RAZOR'S EDGE:
A second example of a modern day event similar to the Wanderling's was reported to have transpired a little over ten years before on September 2, 1969 in it is thought, Mexico. Carlos Castaneda, writing of a discussion between himself and Don Juan Matus in Castaneda's book A SEPARATE REALITY: Further Conversations with don Juan (1971), Part Two: The Task of 'Seeing' Chapter 13, presents the following:
"Sorcery is to apply one's will to a key joint," Don Juan said. "Sorcery is interference. A sorcerer searches and finds the key joint of anything he wants to affect and then he applies his will to it. A sorcerer doesn't have to see to be a sorcerer, all he has to know is how to use his will."
I asked him to explain what he meant by a key joint. He thought for a while and then he said that he knew what my car was.
"It's obviously a machine," I said.
"I mean your car is the spark plugs. That's its key joint for me. I can apply my will to it and your car won't work."
Don Juan got into my car and sat down. He beckoned me to do likewise as he made himself comfortable on the seat.
"Watch what I do," he said. "I'm a crow, so first I'll make my feathers loose."
He shivered his entire body. His movement reminded me of a sparrow wetting its feathers in a puddle. He lowered his head like a bird dipping its beak into the water.
"That feels really good," he said, and began to laugh.
His laughter was strange. It had a very peculiar mesmerizing effect on me. I recollected having heard him laugh in that manner many times before. Perhaps the reason I had never become overtly aware of it was that he had never laughed like that long enough in my presence.
"A crow loosens its neck next," he said, and began twisting his neck and rubbing his cheeks on his shoulders.
"Then he looks at the world with one eye and then with the other."
His head shook as he allegedly shifted his view of the world from one eye to the other. The pitch of his laughter became higher. I had the absurd feeling that he was going to turn into a crow in front of my eyes. I wanted to laugh it off but I was almost paralyzed. I actually felt some kind of enveloping force around me. I was not afraid nor was I dizzy or sleepy. My faculties were unimpaired, to the best of my judgment.
"Turn on your car now," don Juan said.
I turned on the starter and automatically stepped on the gas pedal. The starter began to grind without igniting the engine. Don Juan's laughter was a soft, rhythmical cackle. I tried it again; and again. I spent perhaps ten minutes grinding the starter of my car. Don Juan cackled all that time. Then I gave up and sat there with a heavy head.
He stopped laughing and scrutinized me and I "knew" then that his laughter had forced me into a sort of hypnotic trance. Although I had been thoroughly aware of what was taking place, I felt I was not myself. During the time I could not start my car I was very docile, almost numb. It was as if don Juan was not only doing something to my car but also to me. When he stopped cackling I was convinced the spell was over, and impetuously I turned on the starter again. I had the certainty don Juan had only mesmerized me with his laughter and made me believe I could not start my car. With the corner of my eye I saw him looking curiously at me as I ground the motor and pumped the gas furiously.
Don Juan patted me gently and said that fury would make me "solid" and perhaps I would not need to be washed in the water again. The more furious I could get, the quicker I could recover from my encounter with the ally.
"Don't be embarrassed," I heard don Juan saying. "Kick the car."
His natural everyday laughter exploded, and I felt ridiculous and laughed sheepishly.
After a while don Juan said he had released the car. It started!
The following two paragraphs are a synopsis of an illustrated story surrounding an event in the Korean War titled "The Jeep." Albeit a work of fiction, the story is based on events similar to the broken spring and the spark plugs in the previous two examples above and in the main text, except in an inverse sort of way. Finding an Obeah in Korea may be thought of as being rather thin in the overall scheme of things making for some a thin connection, but the story shows that the same power an Obeah elicits is not individual specific, but drawn upon from a much larger pool or source weaved throughout the fabric or sea of time and place:
Briefly, a G.I. named Fisher, a private slick sleeve in the U.S. Army and a FNG, is assigned as the driver of a brand new, zero mileage jeep. For some unseen and unknown reason Fisher, organic and endowed with consciousness, and the jeep, azoic and inorganic, bond or link together somehow in a mysterious, almost supernatural, Siddhi like way.
For example, when Fisher, his sergeant and captain, out on some undisclosed mission, possibly recon, run into an enemy road block, the accelerator jams open causing the jeep to race through the piled up debris and a barrage of machine-gun fire without harm. Fisher is congratulated for a job well done, but the jeep, not Fisher did it. Then, as the lead vehicle in a small convoy on the way to deliver a load of ammo the jeep stalls. The driver following directly behind them, having no tolerance or patience for the stall, speeds around them and no sooner than they do than they hit a land mine blowing them to pieces. Later on Fisher and the sergeant are out in the jeep searching for casualties when they are suddenly ambushed by what looks like a Korean irregular using a tommy gun. Fisher dies straight out and the jeep never starts again.
PALEROS:
POWER OF THE SHAMAN
Good biography. Lots of Maugham graphics, from early childhood to late adult.
Everybody knows Hemingway drove an ambulance during WWI, nobody knows Maugham did.
Includes a section on the missing years of the Razor's Edge
THE JEEP, SIDDHIS, AND THE SUPERNATURAL
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THE JEEP
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