A Frog and a Pot...

…And they put the frog in a pot of water on the stove and lit the burner under the pot. The water grew warmer and warmer, but the frog didn’t jump out of the pot. The water grew warmer yet and the frog remained unhindered in the pot. The water eventually came to the point of boiling. The frog was now floating belly up in the boiling water having been cooked to death…

 Everyone has heard some version of this morally compelling story. Lately, I have sympathized with this poor creature. The frog didn’t save itself from death because it grew acclimated to the surroundings. The above does cause one to pause and inquire. How did this research even come to light? Was there some sadistic individual who thought it would be scientifically sound to kill a living creature in the name of proving a point? By whatever barbaric means the above was discovered there is a lesson to be learned. The longer I stay in Keelung (pronounced g-lung) I find myself growing accustomed to the things which used to shock and appall. I also find myself speaking a form of broken English in order to communicate effectively with the natives. I have noticed I not only speak this way to the natives, but to everyone with whom I speak. The term for this broken English is Cheng-Lish. This is a mix of Chinese, which I am beginning to speak and understand, and English. To be perfectly honest Cheng-Lish sounds like ignorant hillbilly speak from The States with a little Chinese thrown in and an accent change. However, it is most defiantly not hillbilly speak. The Cheng-Lish is literal translation from Chinese into English.

Why the frog? Why point out that it died because it became acclimated? We went to what is called the night market. This is a huge outdoor swap meet type activity. They have night markets in every city all over Taiwan. The largest of these so called markets being located in the cities of Taipei and Geelung and not even rain puts a damper on the activities. The night market has a little something for everyone. They even have carnival type games for the kids. Whatever the oddity a person is looking for, one will be able to find it for a reasonable price at the night market. Designer knockoffs, no problem… I am sure by now brand name makers such as Tommy Hilfiger and Polo are aware people are selling fake look alikes of their clothing. The only difference being they sell Tummy Hilfinger and Pulo, but one has to look carefully to even notice the small changes in the logo.

This is one of the games the children play. It is a type of fishing game. There are live fish in the orange tub. They have little fish of every color, crabs, and crawfish. They use the net you see and scoop the animals and put them into a holding container floating in the water. When the container is full they dump the contents and begin fishing again. This game does seem a little inhumane, but the children are very careful not to hurt the creatures in the tub. The orange tubs also have a constant flow of water in and out to ensure they live long enough to caught and terrorized by as many children as possible. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Upon first arriving in this dirty lived in city of Geelung I suffered from a great deal of culture shock and my first visit to the night market was no different. There are booths everywhere you look. Some sell food and others sell, well, everything and anything else you can imagine. I am sure I looked like the village idiot walking around with my mouth hanging open as absorbed my surroundings. The night market used to intimidate me. There are so many booths, people, sights, and smells. However, I now find myself in a similar situation to the frog in the pot. It seems as if I hardly notice the really appalling and shocking sights that encompass the night market. I hardly notice when I get bumped by the 50^th person in the last 15 minutes. I guess I have become acclimated. I anticipate jumping out of the pot before it comes to a rolling boil…     

Upon first glance you're not sure what these really are. But when you inspect them closly you realize they are duck heads and necks. People eat these horrible looking items wih rice or noodles. They clean the meat off the bones and save the most delicious parts for last, the eyes.

 

These are, for lack of a better way to describe them, rotten eggs. They are not really rotten, but it is hard to explain how they prepare these for human consumption. They are some how aged and fit for humans to eat. However, those reading this know I would never let one of these vile looking items any where near my mouth, let alone actually take a taste. 

These are plates of dired sea creatures, mostly shrimp in variying sizes. They are covered in plastic to keep the bugs out of the product. These are used in cooking and they add them to soups. I did see some people walking around eating these items out of a paper cup. The smell of the seafood is enough to gag a maggot and we all know what they eat...  

This was the most shocking thing I witnessed at the night market. This is what we call in America a homeless man. Bum... This man was dragging himself along on the ground. He is pulling his wagon loaded with all of his worldly belongings behind him tethered to his ankle. Our guide wouldn't allow us to give him any money. He told us that most of these guys are perfectly healthy. They choose to live that way. I guess con men are in ever country. However, this guy is defiantly the most dedicated. The ground at these markets is not somewhere I would choose to stand with sandals on, let alone lie down.



Mulan... Is that you??

Mulan?? Not quite because this story hasn't been Disneyized. Yes, Disneyized is a real word. Oxford English just added to their 2013 edition of the dictionary. The word appears between “poetic license” and “completely made up crap”. Yes, Oxford has started to include word phrases in their dictionary, not that anyone uses a paper dictionary any more.

This is one of the lesser gods who stands at either side of Matsu. I never did hear exactly what their purpose or their names. This is Matsu herself. I am not certain which one of the 10 statues is actually Matsu. In addition, they are behind glass and you could not get very close. On a interesting note. The statues all look very similar and their faces are covered with golden chain veils.

Mazu, or Mat-Su, Chinese Goddess of the Sea, is the story of an extraordinary girl who became a goddess. The Chinese goddess Mazu has many names and titles. Known in different regions as Matsu, Ma-Tsu, A-ma, Tianhou, and other names, with numerous titles that include "Motherly Matriarch", "Kuan Yin of the Southern Sea", "Daughter of the Dragon", and "Empress of Heaven". Although some experts feel she may be a version of the older goddess Kuan Yin (who is better known in most western countries), Mazu is deeply rooted in the hearts of her people, especially coastal areas in the East, and is best known as the "Goddess of the Sea". In folk tradition it is believed that, when facing great difficulty, you can call her by the name "Mazu" and she will immediately come to your rescue. However, if you call out to her addressing her as the "Empress of Heaven", she will take time to put on her finest clothing and will be delayed in coming to your aid! Just like a woman! The Chinese goddess Mazu originated with the adoration of a young woman named Lin Mo Niang who had performed numerous miracles during her short life. A kind-hearted girl with a vast knowledge of Chinese medicine. She was known as a healer, curing the sick while she taught people how to prevent illness and injury. Many of the miracles she performed involved quelling storms at sea, so it is hardly surprising she is known as the protector of seafaring people. Mazu was born on a small island in the straits of Taiwan off the coast of southeastern China in 960 A.D. Her middle-aged parents, the Lins, already had six children, only one of them a girl. Her mother prayed to the goddess of mercy, Kuan Yin, for another daughter. Hearing her fervent prayers, Kuan Yin came to her in a dream; she gave her a flower blossom to eat. She conceived the next day. The baby was named Lin Niang. Remember in China the surname is used first, so in English, but following Chinese practices, we would say Smith, John. I used to think it was the rest of the world who was backward and different. But I hate to be the one to let everyone in on this little known fact; it is America who is backward and different. Sorry thoughts for another time… At the birth of Lin Niang the room was filled with a brilliant light and the fragrance of fresh blossoms. As a newborn, she was strangely silent. Alert and healthy, she did not cry at all during the first month of her life, leading her parents to nickname her Mo (which means "silent"). As she grew it quickly became apparent that Lin Mo was gifted with remarkable intelligence and a photographic memory. Supernatural powers were soon to become apparent as well. Visiting a Buddhist temple when she was four years old and standing before a statue of the goddess Kuan Yin, she was given second sight. At the age of ten she began to study Buddhism, and when she was 13 she was accepted as a student by an elderly priest.

Marine folklore is filled with tales of catastrophes averted when the goddess Mazu, dressed in red, appeared to sailors as a warning that unseen storms were rising and that their voyages should be postponed. Many a seafarer has recounted times when the goddess Mazu appeared as a bright light on their troubled ships, arriving just in time to calm a storm and save their lives. Some said that Lin Mo could actually ride clouds across the ocean, and appear in the flesh to rescue them.   Like Kuan Yin, the goddess Matsu decided not to marry in spite of immense social pressure to do so. Two warriors of great fame became inflamed with lust when they saw the beautiful young girl and wanted to "marry" her. She challenged the pair to fight her for the privilege, insisting that they would have to do her bidding forever if she won. Remember learning the martial arts have long been a part of the training of Buddhist priests and undoubtedly was part of her studies as well. All I have to say at this point is yet another example of men believing they know everything about women. You can imagine how that fight ended. General Chien-li-yen (Eyes that See a Thousand Miles) and General Shun Feng Erh (Ears that Can Hear the Wind) died that day during the fight that took place on Mount Peach Blossom. To this day, the pair of defeated warriors are by her side in statuary in her temples. The is General Shun Feng Erh. It is not clear weather this general was elevated to the status of god after Matsu killed him. He and General Chien-li-yen are in every temple dedicated to the goddess of the open sea. This is the one who can hear the wind. The ears on this statue are huge.  This is General Chien-li-yen. This is the warrior who can see for a thousand miles. The children here are told to be careful of what they say and do. These two gods catch you and you will be sent to one of the 18 levels of hell.     Lin Mo's died at the age of 28. She climbed mountain and when she reached the top was encircled by clouds of dense fog. The sound of enchanting celestial music flied the air and she was carried into the heavens in a golden glow of light. Where she was last seen, a great rainbow appeared. And this was God’s promise to never flood the Earth again. Ooops wrong religion. The rainbow in the Chinese culture symbolizes good fortune.   Jing-Xi’s Thought of the Day… Showing the proper respect for other cultures does not insinuate a belief in their religious practices. I am certain it is viewed as narrow minded to believe in one thing and only in one way. But it is that narrow mindedness which gets one through the nights. I have arrived at the forgone conclusion tradition is deeply rooted in every society. People of different cultures take offence when their beliefs are flippantly questioned or taken as jest. It does sadden my heart to think people rely on luck for answers to their prayers. How does one sleep at night depending on nothing or luck?   The outside of the temple. Under this roof what would have been the treasury in old times. The guy on top is a scary god who guards Matsu's money. I am not sure why she needs money, but you get the idea. Same scary guy. I never did get this god's name. I just know the natives are very afraid of his wrath. More temple adornment. Hand crafted and painted by dedicated and talented worshipers. This is outside the main doors. It is a giant incense burner. A temple priest whose only job is to make sure there are always stick of incense burning, even if there are no patrons in the temple. There are smaller versions of this holder scattered through out the temple. My first thought was maybe someone finally realized how smelly this country truly is decided to make it smell nicer. I am sure that is the reason. :)  This is a giant golden statue of a dragon looking sea serpent scary animal thing. I believe it is encased in glass because it is made from precious metals. The dragon sea serpent rotates on some type of lazy susan, for lack of a better term. The face of this creature looks fierce and is meant to be a warning to evil doers. The stone carving behind the case fetches the people who have committed a wrong. I am not sure what type of animal it is supposed to be, but it looks part dog, lion, and dragon. I guess if the wrong doer doesn't want to come quietly, the dog lion thing will devour the person whole on the spot. Talk about twisted bed time stories. It is a wonder to me how Asian mothers get their children to sleep at all. "You better shut your eyes and go to sleep right now. Or the dragon sea serpent's dog lion thingy will come and eat you up!" That would put them right to sleep...   This man is filing his "wish" which is what we would call a prayer. I am still very confuse about this part of the temple experience. I did get a proper explanation, but... From what I gather, the person makes a wish and if it is of the private nature they file it in the drawers you see in the picture. I wonder why a "god" would need a filing system? There are many small statues spread out through the temple. I do not know if they have some purpose, other than decoration. This one is a lion and sits in front of hand carved columns. It is a truly amazing sight. Another hand carved column. This is of trees and fish. This is the god of water, or so I was told. The statue is behind glass and the red lights in back look like eyes staring at you. This is another god meant to scare people into doing good. The table in front has food offerings and there is an incense holder behind the offerings. This is yet another god. I am not sure which one he is, but he is also behind glass. There are offerings on a table in front to this god too. This one doesn't look so scary and mean. I guide said a prayer and bowed to this god several times. I was so excited and overwhelmed by the things to see, I was pointing at the gods as I asked questions. I was told pointing at the gods offended them greatly and I needed to apologize. I apologized for the offence and we moved on.     This woman is praying to Matsu. They light the incense, place it in the holder and bow to the god. They say their prayer quietly and bow after every request. I watched this woman bow over 15 times. Also I want to point out the neon sign up high and in front of her. Most of the large temples have these signs and are lighted by neon signs at night. Maybe churches in America need to adopt this practice. The sign could say. Hey heathens! This is a church. Come in here, repent of your sins, or you will go to hell. Oh and by the way, Jesus loves you. Gold inlay art work on the doors of the temple. This picture was huge. This is of a guy who no one seemed to know. They just know he guards the door to the temple and his wife is on the other door. I did not get a picture of her because the door was propped open. This is where the temple worshipers go to buy their "gifts". This is a picture of the incense area. The red packages smell very good and I bought some to bring back to the dorm with me. This is paper fake money. The practice is to burn money so your ancestors will have enough money to buy their way into heaven. In one of my last posts there was a picture of a pig and a fire. This is what they were burning in the fire. Behind the collection box are gold looking tags on a red cord. These are wish tags. I am not sure the natives call them wish tags, but this is their purpose. People buy the tags, write their wish down, and hang it on a special column in the temple. If the great goddess Matsu believes that you should be granted your wish, it comes true. She does not grant all of the wishes, but it is said that she does guard them to keep them safe.   This is the collection box. This is similar to the offering plate in American churches. The marked difference is that you get a tangible item for your donation and every item costs 200NT. This is roughly 7 USD.  This is a picture of the temple outside. It had hand carved decorations every where you looked. I thought this one to be especially neat looking. The decorations all have special meanings, but with so many it was hard to keep them all straight. What I took away from the explanations was the patrons live in fear of their gods. This is where the patrons can go to burn the paper money. I was told this is an environmentally friendly way to burn the paper money, but some people still prefer the old method. The old method being burning it in the streets. This is the entry gate to the temple. Even the gate has some sort of special meaning. This is a bigger version of the dog, dragon, lion thing sitting behind the dragon sea serpent thing. There are two of these huge carvings sitting on either side of the gate to Matsu's temple. The giant dog, dragon, lion thing are called imagination animals. They sit on either side of the gates to temples. The natives believe the animals are put there to remind you of the reason behind your temple visit. It is said they help you clear you mind of the daily stresses, worries, but most importantly they help you focus on worshipping the gods properly in the temple. (Thank you Rachel for the help in explaining the dog, dragon, lion thing. I love you sweet girl!)  If this is what comes to get you when you do a bad thing. I have seen the light! I am a reformed bad deed doer. Holy cow this thing looks scary. This is the wish column I mentioned above. This is where you can hang your wish. The word wish here does not mean a hope or desire for something to pass. What the word wish actually refers to is a prayer. These are prayers people have said and hung up here. I guess in a way these could be wishes, but wish sounds to me like taking a chance. I was told I could make a wish and hang it up, if I wanted. I politely declined. Our guide asked why I wouldn't want my wishes to be considered by Matsu. I politely explained my trouble with apologizing to the gods for pointing. I only apologized because I did not want to offend the real people in the temple who take their religion seriously. I told him I believed that it would be even more of an offence if I were to make a wish and not believe in any of the gods. He agreed and we moved on.   These are prayer dice and they are sitting on another collection box. The sign here also says 200NT. This buys you three rolls of the prayer dice. They do have a Chinese name, but was very difficult to pronounce, let alone recall at a later date. The name of these items is not subject matter. The subject is what the natives do with these items. As I mentioned above you are allowed three (3) rolls per 200NT. Again, for those who rode the short bus to school, that is roughly 7$ USD. They take the dice in hand, hold them very near their mouth and whisper their prayer/wish, bow to the goddess Matsu three (3) times, and cast the dice. One side of the die is rounded and one side is flat. You want the dice to land round side up and flat side up, so one of each. If your cast comes up one round side and one flat side up this means your wish/prayer is granted. If you roll anything else you just pick the prayer dice up, make your wish, bow, and cast them again. I watched a man drop 1000NT (approx. 35$ USD) into the collection box. This bought him five (5) separate turns with the dice. I don't speak blah blah so I am not sure what he was praying for or if it was the same prayer. At this point my true nature started to bubble through my self control. I feared I would make a sarcastic comment and offend my guide and everyone in the temple. In utter disbelief and sadness, over the fate of the native's souls I left Matsu's temple. I am not sure I want to go back to a temple. How reassuring can people find it to blindly put their trust and faith into a institution that reminds me of Las Vegas. If I don't roll snake eyes, god won't listen to my request...