Grandfather`s Mala
■Book 148 - The Power of Mantra
■Written by master Sheng-yen Lu
In the past, whenever I read the Feng Shui of a person`s home, I observed both the visible and the invisible worlds. The invisible world refers to the realm of spirits.
I will divulge a great secret:
I was once invited to do a Feng Shui reading for a certain prestigious household in Kaoshiung, Taiwan. Once I entered the house, I saw many poverty ghosts occupying the place. These ghosts were the debtors of the owner. I instantly knew that this prestigious person would soon lose his wealth altogether. Indeed, soon afterwards, his business failed miserably.
On another occasion, I visited the home of a poor man in a village to read the Feng Shui of his house. His house was typical of a Chinese village courtyard. I saw lots of spirits, like an army of ants, carrying sacks of golden sand on their backs marching to his house. One by one they entered his house to deliver the golden sand. I knew right away that the family would soon possess great wealth. Eventually, his name became well known and he held a position in the government. His wealth increased astronomically and he became the country`s wealthiest man.
These are my experiences of reading Feng Shui
If debtor ghosts demanding payment surround the individual, he is doomed to fail.
If wealth deities surround the individual, he is destined to prosper. Thus, the invisible hand of spirits affects everything.
I once went to a night market in front of a temple for a midnight supper. In front of the temple was an empty lot with a small stall. The stall only sold four items, which were herbal soup, noodle, rice flour roll and green vegetables.
There were many tables around the stall and they were all occupied with customers who were eager to taste the food. It was much like ants after cookies. I opened my divine eye to examine the man running the stall, and what I witnessed was frightening. The open field was filled with more than a hundred patrons visiting the stall, and an equal number of spirits roaming the area. These spirits had swayed the customers to patronize this stall. When the spirits lure one in, one obeys.
The stall was famous for its herbal soup, and the taste was delicious. Every night, the traffic of customers flowed in and out like an ocean tide. His business was so prosperous that his wealth flowed like the running tap water. Someone said that the stall owner smiled while calculating his earnings at home. Another said that the stall owner owned a few apartments and his wealth was measured in the billions.
I paid close attention to the stall owner`s facial features. I observed that his face was dark and gloomy, with a sunken nose, tiny mouth, small eyes and hardly any flesh on his face. He certainly did not look like he was a man of great wealth but instead resembled a homeless old man.
I felt there was nothing remarkable about this old man. But how do you explain his wealth? Besides being rich, he had so many spirits helping to lure customers to his stall. The spirits also attended to the customers and cleaned up their tables, and this was quite perplexing.
I suspected that the old man learned how to keep psychic entities to help him. But upon closer observation, though he looked unpleasant, he did not have any negative energy lingering around his body.
From a distance, I looked at the stall and the area of land it was on and observed some glowing beams of red light emerging from the ground, forming a red cloud over the area. This may have explained why the stall was so prosperous. Perhaps it was due to the auspicious Feng Shui of the place. The other stalls did not enjoy the same kind of customer traffic as that one stall did. They were barely surviving to make ends meet.
This was indeed interesting.
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One day, a certain individual came to seek my consultation. He wanted to find a name for his grandson, and when I looked at him, I realized he was the same old man who ran the stall.
I said to him, `Your business is doing very well!`
`It`s just nothing. Nothing at all.` The old man said modestly.
`What`s the secret of your good business?` I asked curiously.
`Luck is on my side!` the old man grinned, exposing his two rows of black teeth.
`I believe there`s more than just luck.` I said.
`Why don`t you read the divination for me?` He requested.
The old man wrote down his name, birth date and address.
I made a quick spiritual observation and sensed the sound of a mantra filling the atmosphere, accompanied by the scent of sandalwood. I also saw radiating circles of light, and within each circle stood a Fortune God. This was most astonishing.
`Do you know how to recite any mantras?` I asked.
`Nope!` Pan Ji, the old man replied.
`I heard the sounds of a mantra and smelled the scent of sandalwood. I saw the Fortune God by your side.`
`Impossible!`
I have helped many in my consultations and have a good track record of accuracy. It was rare to hear someone remark `Impossible.` Rather, it was impossible for my divine eye and ear to make a wrong observation. If there was ever any mistake in my observation, I was always able to pinpoint the cause of it.
`Does anyone at your home know how to chant a mantra?` I asked him.
`Neither my wife nor my kids know how to chant a mantra.` Pan Ji replied.
`Do any of your other relatives know how to chant a mantra?` I asked.
`Do the deceased count?`
`Yes,` I replied.
Pan Ji proceeded to tell me, `In my family, only my grandfather Pan Li knew how to chant a mantra. Once, a monk gave my grandfather a string of chanting beads and taught him how to chant the Earth God Mantra. My grandfather recited the mantra for his entire life using the mala. He chanted on it so much that it eventually turned black and became shiny.`
`Where is mala now?` I believed I had found my answer.
`My grandfather passed it down to my father, and my father gave it to me, but I don`t know where I put it. I think I`ll ask my wife to help me find it.`
Pan Ji returned home and asked his wife about the mala. She told him, `The mala is tucked away inside a hidden crack at your stall. Nobody was aware of this.`
Pan Ji searched and found the mala at the stall. He then took the darkened mala and showed it to me. He didn`t know the value of the prayer beads.
I told Pan Ji, `Your grandfather, Pan Li, received protection from the Earth God. This is the result of reciting the Earth God Mantra, respecting the Earth God, visualizing the Earth God, and praising the Earth God.`
