My experience of "ghost pressing bed"

Anyway, I have a good friend named A Bing, who claims to be a psychic.

"There has never been a ghost in the world, but it does have a soul." He once told me.

When he told me the secret, I immediately thought: should I send him to a mental hospital? Or send him to a mental hospital? Or send him to a mental hospital?

After all, I didn't do it. But it also means I have to listen to his nonsense all the time. After all, I have decided that he is either mentally ill or brainwashed by something, for fear that he will get worse if he loses the object I confide in.

One day, I woke up in the morning and found that I couldn't move. Of course, I know this is a "ghost press", and it will be fine in a minute.

A few days later, I met A Bing and listened to him talk about the situation where clouds were shrouded in clouds and mountains. I suddenly remembered what happened the other day and joked, "Do you know what ghosts are doing?"

"Have you seen it?" He looked at me nervously.

"yes." I answered him with a smile.

"Have I explained to you what a soul is?" He has a serious expression.

A Bing once told me that there are countless ghosts between heaven and earth. Every soul, every three jiazi, can have a round of reincarnation. Whether sperm and eggs can be combined has nothing to do with probability and luck, but depends on whether there are strange souls wandering around women. If there is, the fertilized egg will appear, and the soul will follow the pregnant woman, integrate into her body around 3 months of pregnancy, and integrate with the embryo.

Therefore, the folks have come to the conclusion that "pregnant women have heavy yin".

However, due to the limited carrying capacity of the baby's body, it is impossible to inherit all the energy, and the remaining energy will be scattered between heaven and earth. As the baby grows up, the soul will also absorb the energy scattered between heaven and earth-not necessarily his own, and grow up with the baby.

Of course, some babies are gifted and can carry more energy, so they will show great talent in some fields-that is, we commonly call it genius; Some even have some memories-the so-called "reincarnation".

Of course, A Bing told me all the above. How can I take this nonsense seriously? But because he often talks, I basically remember a lot.

So I answered him, "Yes, you did, I remember."

"The soul likes to wander when the body sleeps the heaviest, because when the body sleeps the heaviest, its vitality is also in a dormant state, and it doesn't need a soul. This is the so-called out-of-body experience. "

A Bing saw my disapproval and said to me very seriously, "This is not a joke, this is a very dangerous thing! A complete person needs a vital body and soul. "

He suddenly increased his tone: "But! Some people's vitality does not die naturally, such as accidents. This leads to a consequence: this pair of souls are unwilling to be a wisp of lonely souls waiting for the next round. So, I began to look for other people's souls and seize other people's bodies when their souls were out of the body-that is, when the vitality of the body was dormant. "

"However, a person's soul and body are inductive. At the moment when the lonely soul takes the body, the soul of the ontology will immediately return to the ontology. "

A Bing stared at me with eyes I couldn't understand, and continued: "Only the body with dormant vitality can be integrated by the lonely soul. Therefore, the first thing of the noumenon soul is to return to the body and forcibly awaken the vitality of the dormant body with soul consciousness. This is when the ghost press happened. "

"Under normal circumstances, the vitality of the human body will automatically recover after hibernation, and then the soul consciousness will guide people to wake up. The ghost presses the bed, but it is not. At this time, you are awake, because the soul has returned, but the body cannot make an action, because the vitality of the body has not been fully awakened. " A Bing kept talking. I have no doubt about his state at the moment. In some remote mountainous areas or backward countries, you can mix a leader or something.

A Bing seemed to see that I didn't believe him, so he said, "Have you ever wondered what would happen if the lonely soul who tried to let birds occupy the pigeon's nest really succeeded? From a materialistic point of view, you are still you, but from an idealistic point of view, you are no longer you. Isn't this terrible? "

I was a little impatient and asked him, "How do you prove it?"

"A vegetative person has vitality, but no soul."

"I'm not studying medicine. I don't know how a vegetable works. Of course, you can say anything. " I have some disdain for his argument.

"Then how do you explain those people who wake up with a skill, a language, or a big personality change?" A Bing stared at me closely and asked.

"How should I know? I am not a professional in this field. " My attitude remains the same.

He lowered his head and was silent. I don't think he's talking. I'm worried about whether this "mental illness" is stimulated by me. When I was talking about something perfunctory in my mind, he looked up and looked at me firmly and said to me:

"Ten petals of poppies, ten petals of black Datura, and ten petals of flowers on the other side are soaked in water of about 10 ml. After 8 1 hour, the petals are taken out and mixed with three drops of psychic tears to make psychic water. If you put it on something transparent, you can see the soul through it in the next half hour or so, or you can put it directly on your eyes. "

"Oh, I see. I'll go back and prepare. " I wonder if he has seen too many ghost stories. But at this time, I can only follow his words and perfunctory him.

But my acting skills may not fool A Bing. He gave me another look that I couldn't understand, nodded and silently turned away.

If it weren't for a trip, my opinion might never change.

That time, I went out to play with some friends, including A Bing, who shared a room with me.

One morning, I opened my eyes and found that I couldn't move until I met a ghost press again. After talking to A Bing, I looked it up online. It is said that the ghost presses the bed because of the pressure of life, so I didn't take it seriously. Anyway, it will be fine in a short time.

The ice gets up earlier than me. He had just come out of the bathroom when I opened my eyes. After coming out, he seemed to see something and immediately ran to the bedside table between the two beds. Squinting my eyes, I could barely see him take out a paper towel and a small bottle of unknown liquid from his backpack, unscrew the bottle and pour some on the paper towel. Then I picked up the glasses on the bedside table, wiped them and said, "I'll prove it to you today."

With that, he put his eyes on my face.

What I saw next completely overturned my three views.

I clearly see two shadows that I can't see clearly. One of them is integrated with me-in other words, the part above the chest is integrated with me. The part below the chest is out of my body, but it seems to be trying to blend in with me.

And another shadow-or soul-grabbed the foot of the soul that was merging with me and tried desperately to pull it out of my body.

Something like this:

"Don't worry, it seems that you survived this again." A Bing stood beside me, pointing to the shadow tugging at my feet and saying, "It's no use, he can't stop the return of the soul."

Sure enough, soon, the shadow under my feet stopped his action and then suddenly disappeared; And my soul, at the moment he disappeared, was completely integrated with me.

I gradually recovered my ability to act, sat up and looked at A Bing with glassy eyes.

"Did you believe this time?" A Bing looked at me and asked. I finally understand that kind of eyes, that is to look at a fool's eyes-and I look at my stupid meow eyes.

I was silent and nodded.

"Well, don't want to, quick tidy up, it's time to go. If you want to know anything, you can ask me at any time after the trip. I'll go out and gather first. " A Bing turned around, put the small bottle of "psychic water" into his backpack, and then walked out of the room with his backpack.

I still didn't speak. I know, I saw another world that I never believed existed before.

What scares me is A Bing's words, "Have you ever thought about what would happen if the lonely soul who tried to occupy the pigeon's nest really succeeded?"

I'm not me? Me or me? What a pity! I don't want to think about this profound philosophical problem at all.

Just as A Bing walked out of the room and was about to close the door, I suddenly asked loudly, "A Bing, how to avoid the ghost pressing the bed?"

A Bing probe in, smiled and said:

"Exercise more and eat more garlic; Diligently share and praise. "

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