|The heart with a mind of its own.(Be present.)||The mind with a heart of its own.(It's past.)||The dream that is your waking life.(Go there now.)|
Spent the afternoon in my Japanese lit class listening to ghost stories told by other students and telling my own. There were a few memorable stories:
One about a boy who was always surrounded by a quartet of shadow beings from the time he was little and who thought it was normal. The first time he figured out that it wasn't was when they were around him in his bedroom at night and he was trying to sleep and they were making low whispery and humming sounds and he sat straight up and yelled, "YOU HAVE TO BE QUIET!" And when they slid away into the floorboards and under the bed and window sash, he suddenly realized that they knew he was there, but they didn't know that he knew that they were there.
Another woman spoke of a series of dreams she had in which she had to confront an evil spirit who was climbing into bed with her and wrapping himself around her and breathed into her hair. In one, the last, dream, she spoke to him face-to-face and convinced him to leave her alone.
A young man from Scotland told, in a thick Scottish accent, the story of a man who was punished by god for wasting his life. You can still see his ghost, he claimed, haunting the church where he is buried.
I told the story of my uncle.