Fred, your wife is smart. She clearly knows the meaning of the old phrase made common by Ben Franklin…“penny wise, pound foolish.”
Some years ago, and in a village not far from ours, there was a European fellow…an avid atheist and pragmatist who didn’t believe one bit about “niskala” (the unseen). Looking for a real bargain for land to build his villa, he was able to find 15 are not far from the pura dalem in that village. Every village in Bali has a pura dalem…or, temple of the dead.
Ignoring the warnings of the villagers as well as several expats (me being one of them) he went ahead anyway, contracting the land and building the “villa” of his dreams. He refused to pay for a Melaspas (purification ceremony), or to build house temples within his compound. In other words…he just carried on in his most determined, and often arrogant manner.
To make a long story short, he slowly went mad as a hatter. Truly, he went insane. One vivid episode that I saw for myself was late one afternoon while the late Brian Aldinger of the famous Naughty Nuri’s Warung and I were enjoying each other’s company, and without the usual crowd that so often would frequent Nuri’s. It was just the two of us sitting at the famed “expat table” right at the front left of Nuri’s.
Into Nuri’s this guy stormed, practically naked aside from his underwear and bearing a large knife. He screamed some words which were totally incomprehensible and proceeded to bury the knife deeply into the wood table top right between Brian and myself. He then turned and ran off, yelling and screaming some more. He was literally “running amuk” although thankfully he never hurt anyone during that episode.
Things only got worse for this poor sod. Eventually the police put him in jail (for his and other’s well being), and he was deported.
I have endless stories, and personal accounts of encounters with niskala over my long years living on Bali. This paranormal phenomena is nothing to either ignore, or to fool around with. While there was a time, early on after moving here, that I was convinced Indonesians are way too absorbed with active imaginations, I took that “coat of thought” off a long time ago and have learned how to handle these forces…just as the Balinese do on a regular basis.
Without question, and in all truth, virtually every expat in my neck of the woods and that I am close with, and who has been around as long, or longer than me, would say the exact same thing. While this topic is hardly regular in our discussions, it comes up often enough and we all agree that we could never share our stories with family or friends back in our home countries…as they would likely think we are in need of a therapist, pills, or a straight jacket.