My name is Kaew, I am the granddaughter of a real shaman. I lived with my grandmother for a short period of my life and yes, my grandmother was the shaman mentioned here. Grandma's house is located in the water. The front of the house is next to the road that everyone in the village has to use to travel around. Grandma has another hobby, which is selling vegetables and groceries. She's really a diligent person. When she has a customer or someone in distress for some reason, Grandma likes to call and report her wishes. Grandma's help will immediately close the shop and change her role from vendor to shaman.

In the house, of course, there is a table for worshiping incense and candles, and what is missing is a skull with candles on it complete with all the sacred threads. Grandma is a shaman who doesn't exorcise ghosts, but she talks to ghosts to tell them about both good and bad events that are about to happen. The process of performing the ceremony begins with prayers and the sacred object that is held during the ceremony is an old necklace that grandmothers use to predict every question of those who come to ask for help by spinning the necklace or the necklace itself. It's hard to guess, but this step is that Grandma will receive a prediction with both images and sound until the necklace stops spinning. It gives Grandma an answer every time, some good, some bad.

Grandma was able to earn a living and raise her grandchildren, not rich or poor.. But sometimes Grandma was in trouble because her bad predictions made the person receiving the prophecy very dissatisfied on many occasions. On one occasion, Grandma's house was set on fire and no one could do it. I felt sorry for Grandma. Many times she was scolded and scolded by people who were dissatisfied with the prophecy.

I can only think about why Grandma didn't say anything but he was happy to say it nicely. Say anything neutral that will prevent people from turning their anger towards Grandma. Grandma said that he must tell the truth because whatever his fate is, one day he will know it anyway...Grandma will only know the story of one moment in time of the person who came to see Grandma, not seeing every moment. section

Once, the person who came to see my grandmother, who looked like a wealthy woman, was an old woman with a sad face and asked when she would be able to see her son who had been away from home for many years again because she missed her so much. Grandma made a prediction after doing the ceremony for a while. The results must not have been good. Not long after the woman returned, there were three or four people who were expected to be close relatives of the woman, both men and women, standing and cursing, pointing at their faces and lifting up the vegetable baskets that Grandma had for sale. They were scattered because the women who had come before had fallen ill and could not eat or sleep. They had cursed Grandma in various ways and then left.

I don't know exactly what the story is. Moreover, I don't know how true the prediction is. But as a granddaughter, I really want Grandma to stop making predictions. Grandma herself complains about wanting to stop, but when someone comes to look at it, I was weak-hearted as usual, with all sorts of reasons begging for help. If the results were good, I would be satisfied only..

Grandma passed away when I wasn't there and my parents didn't want to take me to my grandmother's funeral because of some of my mother's beliefs. The 3rd night that Grandma left. I was sleeping in a house with my grandmother who lived in a different district from my grandmother's house...late at night my grandmother came to see me. Came to call me out of the mosquito net to sit and talk with Grandma. She was still the same as before. A small old man was sitting and waiting. I hugged Grandma, tears flowing down her cheeks. Grandma smiled a little and she blessed me.

He told me he loved me and cared for me a lot. Grandma told me to be strong until everything passes. Grandma told me a prophecy that I would be orphaned. Illness near death and had a lonely childhood There is no father or mother by your side. Grandma gave me a prophecy. Grandma's tears like that Grandma's glass Grandma spoke loudly and rubbed my head to conceal it. I lay down and put my head on her lap, not thinking about being afraid that Grandma was a ghost or something.

I woke up with an empty mind and the world had been silent for a long time. I've lost my grandmother.. And soon the prophecies came as Grandma predicted.. and I bowed my head and accepted it patiently.. That was the first time I met a person who was no longer alive.. Grandma was my first ghost. .who came to me with love..and care..

I never saw him again. I can only remember and pray for him to go to a better world.