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Posted: Sun Jun 15, 2008 2:26 am
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Yeah, I was really curious if you had heard about this, Chainsaw! Even with all the Voodoo history around here, I had never heard of this common practice. But that would probably be because I have never wanted to play around with stuff like this that I know nothing about. I like to stick to stuff that can be explained, but after so much bad luck, and making an enemy whose name is synonymous with the South, my curiosity got the best of me and I did a little reading. Needless to say, I was intrigued that the existence of real zombies was a real, scientifically plausible possibility!~ now that's scary! When I thought of voodoo, black magic, curses, sticking pins in dolls, and human sacrifice, along with the idea that you'd get back what ever you gave out thrice-fold were the only things that came to mind. That was enough to make me leave it alone! I've never even stepped into one of those shops in the French Quarter. But it is interesting. I had to share! The oxygen deprivation is an interesting theory. The book I was browsing said that it was thought that the bokor would administer some antidote,... say the person's name three times,... chant some incantation, and the person would awaken. It said that the bokor would probably keep the person drugged, or the drugs could have given the victim some degree of brain damage. Some studies showed that the puffer poison could give these symptoms. Others say it's too toxic and would simply kill the person. (There was a guy that got a sample of this magic powder and had it ananlyzed and found it was the puffer poison along with other toxins.) There's even been cases of a person that was though to be dead, being recognized by family. But some argue it could just be mistaken identity. Today's dna technology would be able to clear that up if there was a recent case. But it does give the imagination some room to play!
My dear Hazu, I 'm afraid my rambling may have steered way off topic! But maybe not, if it all goes back to fear... fear of the unknown, fear of not being in control?
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Posted: Sun Jun 15, 2008 2:46 am
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Well, I am sort of a mini encyclopedia... whether I want to be or not.
The buried alive on accident thing isn't exactly new. Back in the frontier days (and perhaps even pioneer and pilgrim days) They used to have some problems with people getting buried alive. Sometimes, people would mix different alcohols and become so drunk that they'd fall unconscious, and some people would mistake them for dead. Quite a few people were buried alive back then.
... actually I think my dates are wrong... because part of the story is that they dug them back up and discovered scratches on the inside of the coffins sometimes, like they woke up and tried to claw there way out, but that doesn't fit with the period. That goes back to England, when they used to pretty much rent out graves (limited church room and what-not). Well, I guess since this is a retelling of a retelling of a retelling, some bits aren't going to be quite right.
Anywho, I'll get to the chase. At one point, they used to bury people with a string in the coffin that goes up through the ground and tied to a bell, the idea being that if someone was buried alive they would ring the bell and the grave-keeper would hear it and dig them up. I think there's some kind of old saying that arose from this practice, but I can't recall it right now.
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ChainsawDooM Vice Captain
Dangerous Conversationalist
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ChainsawDooM Vice Captain
Dangerous Conversationalist
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Posted: Sun Jun 15, 2008 2:49 am
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Ah, I know what happened with my stories. I was combining two separate but closely related stories into one. The both involved alcohol, anywho...
The first story was like I said, England and the bells and the digging coffins up with claw marks on the inside.
The later on one did happen in the pioneer days. People used to pass out on the streets sometimes and be mistaken for dead. Since it was harder to tell if someone was really dead back then, families would usually find the guy laying on the stree, drag them inside, and lie them on the table for about a day, to see if they woke up. If the didn't they were really dead, if they did, then they obviously weren't, and were just very, very drunk.
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Posted: Mon Jun 16, 2008 3:26 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 21, 2008 2:43 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 21, 2008 4:01 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 21, 2008 7:54 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 22, 2008 6:17 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 22, 2008 7:18 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 22, 2008 10:11 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 26, 2008 4:24 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 26, 2008 7:12 pm
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Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2008 7:29 pm
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Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2008 7:43 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 02, 2008 7:17 pm
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