The Supernatural II: The Ritual
My beloved grandma passed away about eight years ago. Infections to her frail body took her away from us.
I remember the night of the Buddhist ritual at her wake. That night happened to be warm and stuffy, and we were mostly drenched in sweat. There wasn't any wind at all. There were fans around but they didn't help much in lowering the heat. We gathered together to listened to instructions given by the monks, telling us what to do and what not to do. Then the time for the ritual arrived.
The air was still and warm when the monks started chanting. The rest of us were on our knees, praying silently. As the chanting became louder, we started to feel little gushes of wind. I told myself that this was just a coincidence. But when the chanting was at its height, the gushes of wind became unmistakenably strong. The canvases of the tent were flapping wildly and some plastic chairs toppled over. Lighter items were blown all around. We were still kneeling, and we could feel the powerful wind blowing at us. It was really unbelievable! My cousins and I casted knowing glances at each other. As the chanting came to a halt, the wind also died down quickly. Then, the still and warm air returned. It was a simply amazing and unbelievable experience! Till now, we still occasionally talk about what happened that night.