SIBERIAN SHAMANISM. The Hell As It Is, Or Forget About Your Attachments

“But does the hell exist?” asked Saosh Yant.

“The hell?” grinned Kudai Kam. “Of course, it does.”

“Oh, that’s interesting! Please, tell me!”

“It is an intermediate state between the world of the living and the world of the dead. When a wicked man dies and, seemingly, leaves the physical world, he goes on living in habits, desires and passions, formed on earth. He sort of remains I suspense: he cannot leave the earth, go away for good, nor can he keep on living in the same way while he was alive. So he is suffering afflictions for a while, until all that simmers down in him.”

“I wonder what he is feeling then.”

“Afflictions. I tell you, he is suffering afflictions.”

“But what do you mean?”

“He is always finding an excuse for his negative emotions. For example, he sees that people go on living without him. They use the property that he has been accumulating all his life. They live in his house, divide his possessions and take away his cattle. And in cities they clean out his accounts, take control of his business, realty or bank card, they start using his cars and yachts. And so on. And greed begins to master him, but he cannot do anything about it.”

“But if he was a poor man and had no cars or yachts?”

“It doesn’t matter. It makes no difference if he was rich, or poor, or of average means. What is important is his attachments to the worldly concerns. And what were these concerns is a thing of little importance. He is yelling, swearing, foaming at the mouth, breathing fire, belching clouds of smoke, but nobody hears him. He can see everyone and understand everything, but no one can see or hear him! They go on living their lives before his very eyes. The poor fellow can’t turn his head away, or close his eyes, or sleep, or divert his attention away. And that makes him suffer greatly. He feels constant torment, he is moaning, writhing with terrible pain, but he can’t help himself, he can’t do anything about what he sees either. He keeps asking himself, ‘How come? It can’t be happening! How can they be doing it?! These are the people who have always told me that they love and respect me. This was my best friend, and now he has fraudulently taken possession of all I had?! And this was my wife, who has now married him! I can’t believe it!’ And so on and so forth…”

“And after his death other people can say bad things about him which they were afraid to tell him outright. Am I right, Kudai Kam?”

“Yes, you are! That’s why there’s an old saying: ‘Say nothing but good of the dead!’ But now people forget about it. They think that nobody can hear them and freely speak ill of the dead. And he can hear everything. And that causes him unbearable suffering.”

“And how long can this go on?”

“The wretched person stays near the earth for a while because he still has many attachments that don’t allow him to understand that he is free now and that he can leave them behind and pass to God. But the poor fellow doesn’t understand it.”

“Uh-oh! My gosh! How awful!” Saosh Yant couldn’t help laughing.

“What’s more, he sees his spouse build new relationship with somebody else. And he just boils over: ‘Leave her alone! She is mine! Don’t touch her! She belongs to me!’ But no one can hear him. They think he’s dead. Because ordinary people can’t perceive the subtle world. Only shamans are able to do that.”

“I’m sorry to interrupt, but please tell me! It sometimes happens that the dead start haunting us. They knock and rustle, they arouse sudden feelings. They cause certain things to happen. Or come to us in our dreams. Are they trying to tell us something? To express dissatisfaction? For example, when my grandfather died, things were falling off in our house for over a month. At nights we were always awakened by the rustle of somebody’s footsteps. And we all had a feeling that grandfather was alive and walking about the house.”

“Yeah, such things happen. But only dark mages and wicked sorcerers do so. Or very powerful people who have a lot of force in them. Or those who died young, unexpectedly. Or in case of violent death. But their energy ends sooner or later, and they quiet down.”

“But my grandfather wasn’t a wicked sorcerer or a dark mage!”

“Then he did possess a lot of vital force. One way or another, the dead have to leave this world.”

“But what’s the point of bothering the living?”

“There’s no point!” Kudai Kan laughed his sincere, frank laugh. “It just happens automatically. People don’t answer for themselves. Moreover, the living don’t usually perceive the signals that come out of the subtle world. Should they have a dream, at best they go to see a psychologist, but usually wave it away and just live on. Something falls down – they just pick it up and mind their own business. If they hear a noise or a rustle, they say to themselves, ‘Ah, it must’ve been my imagination!’ And to certain feelings or forebodings people usually neglect completely. Even if they are bound to die in half an hour, and everything inside him is turning upside down, they say to themselves, ‘I have to do it!’ And they get on a plane which then crashes. Not to mention the signals coming from the dead! Nobody ever thinks of that. That’s it!”

“So what does it all mean? The dead with strong attachments always want to interfere in the lives of people and do everything their own way?” summed up the young man.

“Yes, that’s right. And since they are staying near the earth because of the attachments, they are often attacked by the wicked spirits who live there.”

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