A dead Hot Momma's Phi and the Naga

Pattaya, 17 Jan. 2012.

The history and mythology in the Thai Isan are intertwined, veiled in half truths, rumours and catogorical denials but accepted on a deeper mental level byf the Isan populace as probably true anyway and therefore better taken care of by offerings of titbits for the Phi of the deceased...

In my dream world I see the head of that poor Isan lady whose lonely funeral I unintentionally attended yesterday...though that peacefull but horrible image of her lying there in her bamboo coffin on a dais in front of the closed doors of the cremation chambre waiting for her turn to be turned into ashes, is not all that peacefull anymore in Lord morpheus realm, with her head slightly raised, her dead eyes wide open and glowering at me under deeply frowning eyeballs...a chilly sight, really!!!

I feel like she is trying to sustain figments of her presence inside my Farang Phi, a sort of dead telepathy is taking place here, a sort of telephone call from the nether world...I try to muster up the courage to summone an image of Poor Moo inside my gray brain cells, replace it with this gruesome face from the other side, but instead the Dead Hot Momma's come-alive-again distorted face turns into that of a Naga, that folklore God serpent Jamie and his gang of No-Goods told me about all these years ago while touring these obscure bars in some parts of Bangkok Farangs better shy away from...

I am shaking now by the sight of this mytological serpent trying to adverse influence over my sleeping hours, it is monstrous and I feel like my eyes are deceiving me...figments of my imagination brought about by a dead Hot Momma whose Phi connected with mine and refused to believe to be in the Buddhist version of a waiting room, hoping her next shot at the corporal world would be a good, if not a better one...

Finally I manage to break free, waking up with a start, Hot momma's Phi still trying hard to hold on but in vain...soft snoring next to me reminding me of my visit with Mister Porn to the Bamboo bar last night where my mate chatted up two lady-friends before making of with one and leaving me with the other, miss Lamoo...is she the one snoring softly and peacefully now while I was being tormented in the dream world???

I guess I will find out in the morning when the fiist rays of a brand new day enter my room through the cracks in my blue ancient curtains...lets hope their will be no financial demands!!!