The word ‘hell’ is supposed to be a misunderstanding brought about (when is it not?) by Christian missionaries who told early converts that all Chinese people were going to hell this was understood to mean the afterlife generally. People believe that even in the Earthly Court, spirits need to use money.”
After this particular judgement, they are either escorted to heaven or sent into the maze of underworld levels and chambers to atone for their sins. “ In traditional Chinese belief, is thought to be where the souls of the dead are first judged by the Lord of the Earthly Court, Yan Wang. So let me tell you what it was that I had retrieved…Īccording to journalist Paul Slade in his article Satan’s Own Bankers: Chinese Hell Money, the fragment in my possession was part of a “Hell note” – also known as “ghost money”. Sure enough, Google had the answers (as always) in a combo of pages from Wikipedia and a journalist called Paul Slade.
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The obvious next step was to see what I could find on the internet, so I cracked open the computer and went to commune with the wisdom of the ancients (hey, Google dates back to 1998 and as my nieces consider that positively ancient!)Īll I had to go on was the figure of $10,000 and the name “Yin Lo-” on the back, but being of an enquiring and determined type (* cough*nosey* cough*) I mustered up my Google ninja-ing skills and sallied forth into cyberspace. So once home, I dried it out and then laid it out for a closer look. It was a nice little mystery none of it made much in the way of sense and I was intrigued. If you were burning a high-value note to make a point about your style and riches, why stand next to a poo bin to do it? Surely it would be better done on the terrace of a bar, and then extinguished in a glass of vintage champagne? 🙂 If you were burning it to get rid of incriminating evidence, you’d make sure it was completely burned or at least put the remainder in the poo bin. It’s possible that some of them may be incredibly well off as there are some very affluent areas locally… but even so, if the note was of great worth, why would you burn it? And why next to a poo bin, of all places? Where I live, there isn’t a huge Asian population, but there is near us a small concentration of people of all sorts of nationalities on a campus-based site. Where had it come from? How much was it actually worth? And why on earth had someone tried to burn it? It would be easier to look closely at it once it was dry, and I had a lot of questions to answer. I put the fragment in a plastic bag to protect it and so I wouldn’t lose it in my pocket. There was more to this than appeared and I wanted to take a bit of time to consider it, but it was fragile with wet. That seemed rather a lot to burn, even if a dollar is worth less than a penny, for example.Īfter a moment’s thought, I decided to take it home. I have no real idea who else has dollars – Hong Kong maybe? – or how much they’re worth, but the figure in the corner was $10,000.
There were pictograms on it – it was obviously not American dollars, but some sort of Asian currency. Would it have been so much extra effort to actually put it in? I thought as I picked it up it was a small piece of paper, wet through (hopefully by rain rather than dog updates!) but looking more closely at it, I paused. At the corner there is a bin and while His Lordship was checking in there, I noticed a piece of litter in the grass.
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The Luxury Lurcher (for it was he) filled that long, elegant snout with all the sniffs and left his own peemail behind to update the local dogs on his general state of health and what he had for breakfast: it’s basically social media for dogs. Lots of dogs and horses go along the bridle path (and sometimes deer too). So off we went, plodding along the muddy bridle-path to the field. It’s generally better to get the boots on and take him out for some sniffs. However, the options being:Ī) stay inside, with the dog doing wall of death round the sofas all day, stealing everything I am about to pick up and then playing chasey-chasey till told to leave it, orī) walk in the rain and then have a quiet afternoon while he snoozes it off, I was out walking the dog – it was grey and rainy and miserable, and neither of us were terribly enthused about being out. Today we had an interesting little occurrence, as a result of which I learned some cool stuff, so I thought I’d share it.
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