✷ some silly interactions i've had with local gods & spirits ✷
//blue texts in a conversation are their words
lighting incenses for them, or sharing my kretek cigarette when i smoke with them. the scent of burnt spices and herbs feels like home
an javanese god who looks like a 40-yrs-old javanese man with leathery skin and calloused working hands, responding "bapakmu, le." (it's like a your mom joke, but to express disbelief and irritation. literally translates to "your dad, son (derogatory)".) to a dumb rethoric i made
"what are you doing?" "hiding." "in my bathroom??"
in response to seeing an incorporeal lady dressed in all white while going to the bathroom, my first reflex is to grab the bug spray
seeing a pair of child's feet behind my own and having a momentary cardiac arrest before i realised what's happening. looking to the side to the incorporeal children with a frown as i said, "...can you not."
"(in distress) please give my ring back, i'm rather attached to it." (sudden silence before my ring fell out of thin air right beside my feet) "...thank you."
bodyslamming a monkey-like creature who was sent as a santet (curse) to my house at 1 am
"can someone please get that ghostly child away from the stairs, i nearly had a heart attack seeing him crawling up and down."
giving a non-human home intruder bombastic side eye until they left
additionally, staring contest with them until they left
"le (son), it's 3 am which is the time where humans go to sleep. some even call it the demon (witching) hour and would avoid being awake at this hour." "..your point?" "why are you awake cooking instant noodles?"
"le, that tree can't survive here. the sun doesn't hit it well."
the goddess lady whom guarded the forest where i had a summer camp in; who wore a kebaya and apologised to me because her children possessed a camp counselor out of fear and defense response. the strange feeling of acknowledgement as we both nodded to eachother before parting ways
the old gods in kerep, ambarawa who never failed to greet me whenever i made a trip back to ambarawa
the stoic silence of the jogjakartan court of old gods. yet even in their stillness, there's a comfortable acceptance of me amongst them whenever i visited
"you can return whenever you need to. this is your Home, you are Ours. no matter how far you've voyaged, you can always return. this is your Home and no one can take that away from you."
the two tigers who followed me all the way to dublin and back home as i studied abroad
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