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From what little I know of what she did as a yuta, she was a conduit for dead ancestors but in her case she lost control of it and got plagued with nasty entities instead. The bloodline of my family had on her side some European mix and some non mixed relatives blamed that for the problems or something. I'm not really sure, there was a lot of feuding in the family and the stories are confusing. She converted to Christianity to get away from her native religion since it was disturbing her, that's all I know for sure and the rest is kind of vague. My mother since infancy reacted negatively to certain locations so the family often used her as a barometer of sorts to tell when an area was blighted by negative forces of sorts. As far as I know she did not practice the Ryukyu religion except maybe as a kid. She left the island when really young. The Japanese culture dominates nowadays there so the old religion may be close to extinction by now, anyway.
Originally posted by Frater210
reply to post by SheeplFlavoredAgain
You are probably going to get lots of this if you have not already...If your Grandmother was a Yuta from Ryukyu that probably explains why you had the experience. I do not know why things work like this but there are enough anecdotes involving this sort of thing to break the scale if you are trying to weigh the truth of it. Chances are that if you had grown up on Ryukyu you would have been made a Yuta, too. Again, I am sure you have heard all of this before. The part of your story that I like is that you went to touch the tree for information unrelated to the tree and you had the spontaneous experience. I understand that it usually goes like that. Best of luck to you. Don't take any wooden nickels, as they say.
Originally posted by SheeplFlavoredAgain
The poor tree is one of the sicker ones. It's got a forked trunk and one fork rotted off already. It droops a little. I've been after my husband to get it cut down because if it falls now, it might break our kitchen window or damage the entire wall. But after feeling what I felt, I can tell you the idea of sinking axes and saws into the poor thing gives me chills. I've cut down saplings before by myself and never felt anything. I used to climb trees all the time as a kid. I don't recall getting impressions off of them.