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One day I went to the priest, asking for protection from knife attacks. I reasoned with him that I did get into a fight, and somebody pulled out a knife and stabbed me with it , I will be badly injured. He asked me, “You’re ready? You want that too? There are tree kinds of protection I can give you. The first, I can give you charm, an  amulet. When you wear it, you don’t have protection. The second, I can write it in blood. If I write it in blood, in the first and on the fifteenth days of the lunar month, you’d have to come back here and recharge the power.” He revealed, ‘But there’s a third type that I can do. I can write it by my spirit into your spirit and nothing can ever take it away. But if you ever get sick, if you ever get appendicitis and you need to go a hospital for an operation, you will suffer. You will suffer tremendous pain because the scalpel will have difficulty cutting into your skin because it will become like iron skin. Even when you go to the doctor and need an injection, you will suffer tremendous pain because the needle will have difficulty entering your skin.” I took the third type.

That night, I took my father with me to the temple. I again stripped off my shirt and stood before the altar. The priest went into a trace and started ’spirit writing” on me. When he had completed that, two of the temple disciples came and held my arms. The priest then took three sword: a broad sword, a double-edge sword, and a kris. He would use the swords to slash me, front and back. He would use the kris to stab me, straight in. When my father realized what the priest was about to do , he closed  his eyes and said to himself,’One stupid son gone.; I saw the swords slashing. I saw the swords contact with my body but they didn’t  cut through. “Now I have it.  Now I have the power.”