Ghosts of the Tsunami
by Richard Lloyd Parry
I met a priest in the north of Japan who exorcised the spirits of people who had drowned in the tsunami. The ghosts did not appear in large numbers until later in the year, but Reverend Kanedas first case of possession came to him after less than a fortnight. He was chief priest at a Zen temple in the inland town of Kurihara. The earthquake on 11 March 2011 was the most violent that he, or anyone he knew, had ever experienced. The great wooden beams of the temples halls had flexed and groaned with the strain. Power, water and telephone lines were fractured for days; deprived of electricity, people in Kurihara, thirty miles from the coast, had a dimmer idea of what was going on there than television viewers on the other side of the world. But it became clear enough, when first a handful of families, and then a mass of them, began arriving at Kanedas temple with corpses to bury.
Nearly twenty thousand people had died at a stroke. In the space of a month, Kaneda performed funeral services for two hundred of them. More appalling than the scale of death was the spectacle of the bereaved survivors. They didnt cry, Kaneda said to me a year later. There was no emotion at all. The loss was so profound and death had come so suddenly. They understood the facts of their situation individually that they had lost their homes, lost their livelihoods and lost their families. They understood each piece, but they couldnt see it as a whole, and they couldnt understand what they should do, or sometimes even where they were. I couldnt really talk to them, to be honest. All I could do was stay with them, and read the sutras and conduct the ceremonies. That was the thing I could do.
Amid this numbness and horror, Kaneda received a visit from a man he knew, a local builder whom I will call Takeshi Ono. Ono was ashamed of what had happened, and didnt want his real name to be published. Hes such an innocent person, Kaneda said to me. He takes everything at face value. Youre from England, arent you? Hes like your Mr Bean. I wouldnt have gone so far, because there was nothing ridiculous about Ono. He was a strong, stocky man in his late thirties, the kind of man most comfortable in blue overalls. But he had a dreamy ingenuousness that made the story he told all the more believable.
He had been at work on a house when the earthquake struck. He clung to the ground for as long as it lasted; even his lorry shook as if it was about to topple over. The drive home, along roads without traffic lights, was alarming, but the physical damage was remarkably slight: a few telegraph poles lolling at an angle, toppled garden walls. As the owner of a small building firm, no one was better equipped to deal with the practical inconveniences inflicted by an earthquake. Ono spent the next few days busying himself with camping stoves, generators and jerry cans, and paying little attention to the news.
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Stuckinthebush
(10,841 posts)From a psychological perspective or a spiritual. I lean toward psychological but the stories....intense.
Thank you for this find.
Oscarmonster13
(209 posts)I love good ghost stories, this is really powerful. The part about the ancestor worship/relationship is very interesting and explains what some of these poor folks must be going through on such a deep level.
thanks for sharing!
MisterP
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