More weird encounters
He is dead.
"If you look for me with your eyes, you won't be able to find me. If you look for me with your heart, you'll always see me by your side."
I stumbled onto a cemetery today and had a little wander around. Quite a big one, but what really surprised me were the Muslim names and the Jawi writing on the tombstones, right next to the Christian tombstones. This really odd guy started following me.. I got a little freaked (it was drizzling and it was a little lonely in the cemetery) so I started walking towards the kids I saw. The kids were picking and eating the blackberries from the bushes that were growing on the graves and talking about how they could pick the blackberries and sell punnets of blackberries and make money! I myself was having an internal debate as to whether I should munch on the blackberries (they did look tempting), but I finally decided not to, out of respect for the dead. Although I did think that if I was dead and buried, I'd want a tree of sorts planted on my grave; one of which would be of use to other people. Then I decided that when I died, it'd be better to be cremated (don't waste space) and have my ashes scattered on some mountaintop (hahaha.. my dying wish would be to make my most unfit friend climb a mountain.. LOL) somewhere since graves are eventually neglected -> fall into ruins -> be dangerous to the public. Besides, one or two generations down the line, we all forget our ancestors since we don't know them personally and they are merely a name. Looking at the gravestones, I wondered about the people behind the names and the epitaphs.
Getting off on a tangent again. Back to the guy. I walked past the kids and realised I was walking toward somewhere even more lonely. The guy stopped by the kids and started telling them off for eating the blackberries. I decided to double back, and walk past him towards the kids instead. He stopped me as I was walking past him:
G: I come here to find peace. Muslims buried next to Christians and Buddhists.. why can't the world be like this?
Me (trying to discourage further conversation and get out of there as quickly as possible): Mmm. Yeah.
G: When you're dead for 40 mins and come back to this world, you wonder why the world is the way it is. Why can't we all live in harmony alongside each other like this?
[At this point, I raise an eyebrow]
G: Yes, it's true. I was dead for 40 mins and was brought back to life.
Me (itching to ask him about the white light but not wanting to encourage further conversation): Oh really?
G: Yes. Anyway, a Buddhist like you must feel the same way about this.
Me (thinking.. BUDDHIST?!?!?): I'm not a Buddhist.
G: Oh? Apologies... I assumed.. because of your Asian face. Then are you Christian?
Me: No. I'm not a Christian.
G: Oh.. then what are you?
Me (thinking.. I am a person?): I'm a free-thinker.
G: That's really great! I'm a free-thinker too! It's good.. all the religions.. it's just that I don't follow any one in particular.
Me (just wanting to get away really quickly): Yea.
G: I'm part Gemini and part Scorpio so I question a lot. [Right, Shamz just told me that there's no such thing as they are 3 months apart]
Me: A Seeker, then.
G: Exactly. I'm a Seeker.
[I'm unresponsive. Guess it must be obvious that I want TO GET THE HELL OUT OF THERE.]
G (touches me on the shoulder): Thank you for your time. For listening to me.
I attract weirdos. HELP!
"If you look for me with your eyes, you won't be able to find me. If you look for me with your heart, you'll always see me by your side."
I stumbled onto a cemetery today and had a little wander around. Quite a big one, but what really surprised me were the Muslim names and the Jawi writing on the tombstones, right next to the Christian tombstones. This really odd guy started following me.. I got a little freaked (it was drizzling and it was a little lonely in the cemetery) so I started walking towards the kids I saw. The kids were picking and eating the blackberries from the bushes that were growing on the graves and talking about how they could pick the blackberries and sell punnets of blackberries and make money! I myself was having an internal debate as to whether I should munch on the blackberries (they did look tempting), but I finally decided not to, out of respect for the dead. Although I did think that if I was dead and buried, I'd want a tree of sorts planted on my grave; one of which would be of use to other people. Then I decided that when I died, it'd be better to be cremated (don't waste space) and have my ashes scattered on some mountaintop (hahaha.. my dying wish would be to make my most unfit friend climb a mountain.. LOL) somewhere since graves are eventually neglected -> fall into ruins -> be dangerous to the public. Besides, one or two generations down the line, we all forget our ancestors since we don't know them personally and they are merely a name. Looking at the gravestones, I wondered about the people behind the names and the epitaphs.
Getting off on a tangent again. Back to the guy. I walked past the kids and realised I was walking toward somewhere even more lonely. The guy stopped by the kids and started telling them off for eating the blackberries. I decided to double back, and walk past him towards the kids instead. He stopped me as I was walking past him:
G: I come here to find peace. Muslims buried next to Christians and Buddhists.. why can't the world be like this?
Me (trying to discourage further conversation and get out of there as quickly as possible): Mmm. Yeah.
G: When you're dead for 40 mins and come back to this world, you wonder why the world is the way it is. Why can't we all live in harmony alongside each other like this?
[At this point, I raise an eyebrow]
G: Yes, it's true. I was dead for 40 mins and was brought back to life.
Me (itching to ask him about the white light but not wanting to encourage further conversation): Oh really?
G: Yes. Anyway, a Buddhist like you must feel the same way about this.
Me (thinking.. BUDDHIST?!?!?): I'm not a Buddhist.
G: Oh? Apologies... I assumed.. because of your Asian face. Then are you Christian?
Me: No. I'm not a Christian.
G: Oh.. then what are you?
Me (thinking.. I am a person?): I'm a free-thinker.
G: That's really great! I'm a free-thinker too! It's good.. all the religions.. it's just that I don't follow any one in particular.
Me (just wanting to get away really quickly): Yea.
G: I'm part Gemini and part Scorpio so I question a lot. [Right, Shamz just told me that there's no such thing as they are 3 months apart]
Me: A Seeker, then.
G: Exactly. I'm a Seeker.
[I'm unresponsive. Guess it must be obvious that I want TO GET THE HELL OUT OF THERE.]
G (touches me on the shoulder): Thank you for your time. For listening to me.
I attract weirdos. HELP!