After the mother encountered the truths from the outside world, she’d started seeing things her son’s way, translated…
We’d had the habits of making offerings regularly, on the first and the fifteenth of the lunar calendar month, in the mornings, in the evenings, as we go out to travel, when there’s an exam coming up. And, for the exams, the offerings were, never-ending, the sectionals, the mock exams, the college entrances, all the way, to the retakes of the college entrance exams…or maybe, it’s because my mother did all the procedures, I’d rarely, done it myself.
And still, you can’t disregard the powers of God. Before I took my graduate level entrance exams, I’d once gone to the Earth Guardian’s temple to make a promise, that after I got in, I’ll be a vegetarian for a whole month, and in the end, I had, tested, into the graduate department; and, I was the thirteenth in line on the waiting list, and I’d gotten into, the MBA programs. Thanks for the deities for blessing me, there was that delayed registration notice, that I’d not needed to worry about my girlfriend falling for another man as I began my army service terms.
illustration from the papers…
It’s just, that there’s one thing that the deities can’t help me with, my allergies. During the period when the national health insurance cards were still made of paper, with the six stamp slots on the back, I’d normally needed to use up two, three cards per year, to treat the colds that started as allergies.
The child coughed day in and day out, as a mother, mine started worrying, which made the blessings in the living room even more avid. After I turned thirty, I’d still gotten affected by my allergies, sneezing, snotting up, it’d made my work performance not up to standards, in the morning I’d gone into the offices for a meeting, I’d been busy, wiping my nose in front of my boss.
And finally, it got too difficult for me, and I’d sent in my resignation, and started working as a SOHO with my skill set, taking the cases. I’d told my parents that one of the reasons I can’t work in an office was because the air-conditioning system made me ill. My father was extremely furious, told me, “Your through in your life!”, and I’d thought, that that was true too, because a year to two years after I’d quit, my health didn’t improve at all.
Until one day, I saw my mother, kneeling in the living room, with the three sticks of incense, frowning, mumbling, “Please bless my son with good health………”, I’d watched the three light smokes, merged into one as they rose up to the ceilings, and it’d hit me, I’d blurted out, “Mom, the deities can’t help me, it’s because of the smokes………” before I finished, my mother put an end to what I was about to say, she told me, I must show respect, to the deities.
But, survival, is instinctive to man, and being environmentally aware is, the trend, I’d started going against my families lighting up the incense at home. I’d angrily stated my point, “The more times you’d made the offerings, the faster I’ll die.” My father shouted, “Outrageous! We’d whiffed in the smokes and we’re all right, and you’re not?”, I’d increased the volume of my voice, “You are not offering for real anyway, there are the mouse craps underneath the tables, no matter how many offerings you make, you can’t appease to the deities.” My mother said, with that sense of helplessness, “I can’t stop the rats, we’d needed the offerings of food.”
so miserabe, having these allergies…not my photograph…
What stopped our arguments and the changes took place, was two years after I’d started speaking against my parents’ ways, in August of 2014, the temple my mother loved going to the most had announced that they were doing away with the incense lightings. And before that, I’d already, called up the exterminators, to rid of the rats, and cleaned up the offering plates personally, so the deities can feel cleanly.
Turns out, it’s, IMPOSSIBLE for the parents to listen to their young—thankfully, they’d taken the advices of the temples. And ever since, nobody ever lit an incense in the house, and my nasal allergies finally, improved for the better, and my work was on the rise by the day too, thanks to the blessings of the deities.
I’d still remembered, how as the Guanyu Temple announced how they were going to stop the offerings of the incenses, there was a period of time, as my parents talked on the phones, they’d told those who called them, that I was, “a fitting son with a lot of foresights.”
So, this man’s allergies was caused by the environment, his own mother’s lighting up the incense, burning it in their house, and, because of the food offerings, it’d brought the rats, and, it wasn’t a cleanly environment, and, after the son finally managed to convince his parents, to stop offering incense inside the house, and the mother went to the temples, and saw that the people there had changed the methods of making the offerings, that, was when she’d finally, agreed to the son’s way of doing things. This still just showed, that as children, we may need a little extra help, in convincing our parents, that we are, RIGHT, because many of the cultures in the world still followed the beliefs of “parents know best”, when sometimes, they don’t know SHIT!!!