Saint's Blood Liquefies and Doll's Hair Keeps Growing
Thousands of Neapolitans crammed into the city's cathedral last Wednesday to witness the liquefaction of the dried blood of fourth century Saint Gennaro.
Well it did. What makes this even more freaky is that if it is going to turn to liquid it will only twice a year, on September 19, the saint's feast day and on the first Saturday in May. How the hell does it keep time? If it doesn't liquefy, well…apparently it could be a bad thing. At least five times disaster has struck when the blood didn't liquefy. Granted, this motherfucker's blood has been in this container since the fourth century and if bad things have only happened five times in 1600 years, I still like our odds regardless if it liquefies or not. That is like only kicking five field goals in 1600 tries. Those are not Hall of Fame numbers. What bothers me is that scientists have confirmed the substance inside the closed vial is blood but cannot explain why it turns to liquid. Which brings me to the next freaky story I came across today. This one is about a doll in Japan.
In Japan, there is a doll in Mannen-ji Temple that people believe holds the spirit of a little girl.
Why would they say that?
The doll is supposedly holding the soul of Kikuko Suzuki who died in 1919 at the age of three.
Her family forgot to cremate the doll with her and so her older brother, Eikichi, placed it on the butsudan (altar) at home.
Eikichi apparently played with the doll every day, and then he started to notice that the hair was growing.
"During the war my father had been accused by the secret police of profiting from the doll, and they pulled her hair out, but later they saw for themselves that it really did grow," Junsho Imagawa an elderly monk who looks over the doll explained. "It was also during the war that people also started to notice that the Okiku Ningyo's mouth was starting to open," he added.
The hair on this doll is down to her thighs now when it was purchased 82 years ago it was above her chin.
The doll is in the care of Imagawa who says that he prays for the soul of the Okiku Ningyo doll each morning. The monk's young granddaughters, however, giggled and confided that they like to play and talk with the doll.
"We ring the gong gently and then pray to the doll like this," the little girls said, showing how they clasp their hands together. "And, then we ask her if we can eat her sweets, and she (the doll) always says "yes''.
What do you mean she "says" yes? This is not the time to speak figuratively.
Imagawa apparently driven to smoke by this fucking doll took a long drag on his cigarette noticeably shaken.
