My Grandmother’s Friends

My grandmother is acquainted with angels and hell guards.

She says we are being watched and monitored carefully. The angels know when we are good, and the hell guards know when we are bad. They work diligently to watch how we think, speak and behave in the world. They are good accountants. They keep our records current.

After we leave this world we may get to meet them. Whether we meet an angel or a guard will depend on how good or bad we are. When we die they know how much merit or de-merit we have made and how that will determine our destiny in the next life. If we have made a lot of merit, we might be born again as an angel. If we have not made enough merit, we will be reborn as a human, or we might go to hell.

The angels are beautiful and immortal. They are free from any kind of suffering. They don’t depend on any worldly goods or sensual pleasures to make them happy. They are free from hunger, pain, and desire. They are "eem thip:" instantly satisfied beings. Just the thought of dessert makes them instantly content. They don’t actually have to eat it.

Hell is a chaotic place. It's noisy, smelly, hot, and crowded. People scream, cry, and curse there. Hell smells like human flesh, blood, sweat, and death. Some people in hell look frightened, sad, or worried. When they were human, these people made de-merits. They are in hell as a consequence of their actions. One man in hell climbs a Ton Ngew tree. His body is soaked with blood and his legs are trapped in the thorns while underneath the tree, a hell guard with a spear keeps pushing him to climb higher. This man committed adultery. A woman in hell cooks herself in boiling water in a big wok. While screaming she says, “I will never lie again.”

My mother’s friends live in this world, not in heaven or hell. She can call on them up for help at any time. Ta woon and the gecko are her good friends. Tawoon is a mean, old ghost-like man with a big belly, red protruding eyes, and yellow rotten teeth. He carries a big machete with him. His favorite food is children’s livers because they are sweet and tender.

Tawoon likes misbehaving children. He likes to show up when we give my mother trouble, either by fighting each other or refusing to do our chores. The words, “Tawoon is coming!” always cripple us. We stop our arguing. We run into the house and find the safest spot to hide. We wait for Tawoon to disappear, hopefully without our livers. Luckily no children in my village have lost their livers to Tawoon. We all survived childhood without being caught. Though I have never encountered him, I have a clear image in my mind. One day one of my playmates pointed at an old man and said, “He is Tawoon.” I said no. The man did not look at all like the Tawoon I have imprinted in my mind.

The gecko is another good friend of my mom. He also enjoys children’s livers. The gecko comes out if you cry too loud and too long. When I cried too much, my mother would say, “Quiet down. My gecko friend might hear and come out to look for your liver.” I would hold my tears and move closer to my mom, hoping that she could protect me from this liver-eating friend.

[Third in a series of Jip's writings from 2001.]