'Till Death Do Us Part

As I lay me down to sleep, I pray that all the things that creep by and suck and scream and jay.

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I loved him, loved him, loved him, loved him, and loved him no matter what lies they say. No matter what you think, I did, Peter loved with his words. John with his eyes, Thomas loved his doubts, Matthew only loved himself. [MUSIC] I loved with my whole being.

I walked in awe and respect to learn the mystery of it.

The magic's the spells, the bread, the fishes, the wine, we both knew that miracles are never free.

It all takes coin, and for the coin, for the things that matter, there were never 12 disciples now. There was only one disciple, me, the only one he trusted me, me. Me, me, one deserving to stand at his right hand. He read my intentions, my secrets as easily as he read the scriptures. I could sooner flat my arms and fly into the sun than deceive ones such as he would, yes.

I argued, I fought, I begged him not to do this on bended knees, I begged him, but in the end.

“I did take the 30 pieces of silver, as he commanded, do you imagine he did not know?”

When I knelt before him at the final meal, trembling, calling him rabbi, master, kissing his cheek. He smiled at me then, embraced me as the soldiers waited he held me. He pressed the bile into my hand whispered to me as I whept, gave this to the woman at the end. And she would become his god. And even as I seized him, beat him, wrapped him in chains, he asked my forgiveness, my forgiveness.

Sometimes I think he knew he charged me with the more difficult path. I could not stay in the city. I could not witness their glee, the savage joy of those who had once called him Lord, Lord, I should have stayed with him. Besides him, the my sin, my real treachery, was to flee as he commanded. I could not stand him.

Sometimes, the final journey, it isn't as final as he might think.

It's a 1970s and a story to the Claudia, it's just 15 years old.

Claudia, take it away.

“We live in a little town called Beverly.”

It's an area where there's no electricity. At night time, we use oil lamps and the moon. Upon the hill where we live, we have a little stream, we call it a gully. You'd either go to the gully and wash up. Just go out there and wash up your arms, legs, feet.

Or we go out and we fill up our basins with water and leave it in the sun to warm up, so we can have a bath at night time.

Everybody knows everybody's business, especially over in our area, because it's so small.

And everybody has kids, so all of us kids all hang out together, so you know what was going on in everybody's house. Whether you want to or not. Claudia's closest neighbors were an older couple, whom all the kids in town called Uncle Pam and Antsil. Everybody loved Antsil. She was such a sweet woman.

On Sundays, she'd make fried dumpling and fish, codfish and ackey, and then after church'd bring it to the church for the kids, and for people who will not be having a Sunday meal. You could smell it coming, you could just smell that thing. Oh my god, every time you smell it coming, your belly start rolling, because you know it's going to be good. But Uncle Pam was not a very nice man.

One day we're playing marbles, for example. One role right on there is fence, and he's right there.

“And you look as straight into faces, you know you're not getting that back, right?”

The man walked right towards this and picked up that marble and put it in his pocket and walked away. He was mean, and he was mean to the neighborhood. So a lot of people did not like Uncle Pam. Sometimes the kids would spook his donkey, but I did it do that. You know he was a grumpy old man and accepted that he's a grumpy old man.

So I got along with him. What's about dusk? It's about six o'clock in the evening. It's still bright, but it's getting dark, because there's no electricity. From my old, it's in my old.

“But I'm sitting on the rock, watching my foot, and I can hear the donkey coming, right?”

So I turn my head and I see Uncle Pam. He's going home and he's donkey. So I sit at Uncle Pam and he says hi, Joyce. In Jamaica, everybody's got a vet name, right?

They never call you by your real name.

There's got to be a name. So mine was string bean, because I'm tall, or Joyce. So he says hi, Joyce, and I said good night, Uncle Pam, and he says good night. Wash up, went back in, we had dinner, and go to bed. I run nine o'clock at night, right?

I'm laying in my bed half asleep, and I hear this wailing coming. Like, people just crying. The crying sounded like it was coming from Aunt Sil and Uncle Pam's house. To hear a screaming like that, you know something bad happened. And I'm like, okay, we gotta go fight what's going on.

Claudia, her younger sister Sharon, and their grandmother, whom they called Mama, got dressed and walked down to Aunt Sil and Uncle Pam's. By the time they got to the house, most of the neighborhood was already there. People were crowded around Aunt Sil, controlling her. Uncle Pam was dead.

Apparently Uncle Pam hadn't come home from work that day.

They found him at his farm, dead from a heart attack.

“And it seemed like he'd been dead for a while.”

Because he was cold, and a piece of his lip was bitten off from rats. One of the rats, a piece of his lip all. And I'm like, but Mama, Uncle Pam couldn't have died. I saw him. And they look at me and like, but you couldn't have seen him. I said, I saw him. He was going home on his donkey, and he said hi, and I said hi, and that's it.

And then Mama was standing there and I just put my head on Mama's chest, I just started crying. Because I could see him, I could see this man going home, and I didn't want to see it. So I'm just bawling my face off saying, Mama, he's not dead. He says hi to me. He's not dead, and she's like, "Jice." He's dead, babe. They have his body, he's dead.

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I know everything about it. Now let's go to the next room. The E-ring of Uncle Pam's 9 night roll around. When you die in Jamaica, we have a thing 90s after they call 9 night. And 9 night is like a celebration of your life.

But in my memory, it's a celebration of eating everybody eats. They come for 9 night. And it's a celebration. They party. They eat. They drink. There's music. People are singing. People are dancing. His wife, she was out there. My grandmother, everybody's the neighbors. Everybody was out there.

The neighborhood and extended neighborhoods. You see, some of the church sisters in the neighborhood, even though he was not religious.

But church sisters always come.

They were the long white robe, and they have a wrap on their head, which is white. And they bang their tambourine, and they just sing a dance. We're just chilling, running around with the other neighbor's kids. Just my own business. Those were running around, right? I look over towards my left.

And there was Uncle Pam. He was standing right on his palm tree to steering in our direction. He was wearing a black tie and he had a felt hat on his head, right? Yeah, he was just looking at the party, just leaning up against the tree. And I stopped. And I said, "There's Uncle Pam. There's Uncle Pam."

And I said, "He's standing under the coconut tree right there." And I told him exactly what he was wearing. One of the people that were there, she says, "That was what he was buried in." That's what he went away, that's what he was buried in. That's it, that's it, that's it my weird.

This lady said, "She must have seen him, because only children see Duffy." And she said, "Why she's wearing, she must have seen him."

“People talk about Duffy's in Jamaica, that's what they call ghosts, right?”

And I freaked me out, because we don't want us to know Duffy. The hair is on the back of my neck, stood up. I look around here, his mama, I just run to Mama, and start crying, and I put my head on her chest. And she's like, "Come, come, she took me and Sharon, and walk us halfway up the path, right?" That we went home.

I couldn't sleep, I was terrified. I was sitting there thinking that this dead man came back.

I just saw Duffy, I just saw Duffy, Uncle Pam came back. So I just sat there freaking out, because I can't believe I just saw dead person.

And that's the second time I'm seeing him.

A few days later, Claudia and Sharon were home alone, waiting on the porch for Mama to get back from town.

“I think we're probably more than likely playing marbles, because that's what we did.”

We had not better to do with our days. My mama comes back as she said, "I'm silly, it's not well." Oh, and she said, "The dog is at well." I come to them sick at the same time. She says, "Well, you know, damn tank set.

Uncle Pam, I play with our food." What? It said, Uncle Pam is playing with her food. Uncle Pam can't play with her food. Mama, Uncle Pam is dead.

Let's see.

The word around town was that Uncle Pam wanted his wife and his dog with him on the other side.

And he'd do whatever it took to make that happen. Even if it meant poisoning their food. Every single person, every single person is saying, "That's where they're sick." Within five days, the dog was dead,

and an unsill was taken to hospital.

“Thankfully, Aunt Sills started to get better,”

but then one of her daughters, Fay, went to visit her, and suddenly Aunt Sill got worse. So then they believed that he followed Fay. They told us like, "You can't go visit her straight. Don't go straight."

So in order to visit her, you'd go here and everywhere, then you'd go visit. Because they're saying that Uncle Pam is going to follow you if you go straight.

So at first, what Fay used to do was she would go to work first

and then from her work she would go visit her mother after. She was doing good, she was doing much better. So because she was doing better, right? Fay figured it's okay. So she just got up and decided she's going to go visit her mother first,

then go to work because she had the time. So she went straight to visit her mom. And all of a sudden, Aunt Sills got sick, like seriously sick. Within 24 hours, Aunt Sills was dead. [music]

The day of Aunt Sills funeral, the little Pentecostal church in town was packed full of people who wanted to pay their respects. The sisters were in their white robes, and their white wrap around their heads.

The family all sits up front. In Jamaica at the time, it was common for people to be buried at home. So after the service, everyone made their way back to Aunt Sills house.

The poor bearers, they took the coffin from the hers. They're all grown men, young fit, men in their 20s. Everybody gets ready. The sisters all stand behind the coffin, and we all start singing because

taking it to the grave. You've got to sing. Shall we gather by the river? The beautiful beautiful beautifull. They were comfortably carrying her,

and then all of a sudden, their arms were breaking. As we're getting closer to the grave, the coffin starts dropping lower and lower. This coffin that weighed a feather just became an elephant. They were sweating.

No way should 6 grown men be growning. Oh, oh, oh, carrying this little wee lady. The distance that he were taking her from

“is not that far that you should be even breaking a sweat.”

And I'm telling you, no lie, that coffin was almost touching the ground. These mandir arms are stretched to the max. Try to move this coffin. And now people are freaking.

She don't want a bearer beside him. She don't want to be bearer beside him. Lord Jesus, look.

So then they finally get the coffin to the grave,

and they use the ropes to lure it. But that coffin did not want to go there. It did not want to go.

“After the funeral, I couldn't sleep for days, right?”

I was terrified. I thought Uncle Palm was going to come and get me. Claudia was so scared that eventually her grandmother went to a healer in town for help, who told her how to cast a spell for protection. So my grandmother ended up giving me a bath.

And she puts in there a dime, scallion, frankincense and mur, a product called blue. They use it to whiten clothes. So you just put in your water and just dissolve. And she puts me in this water.

And she read a chapter from the Bible in Psalms. While she made me sit in this nasty bathtub of nastiness. It was gross. But I felt good. After it was all done,

I had never had any more problems.

And I felt good.

“I don't know if it's because what my grandmother did worked.”

Or maybe because he came for his dog and he came for his wife and he got what he wanted. And he didn't come back. I never signed again. But as the years went on,

she would think about him sometimes. And wonder why Uncle Palm had chosen her. Out of everybody in the neighborhood, to reveal himself too. I never harassed him or his donkey.

That's probably why he showed himself to me. I just let him be. We want to thank you. Thank you, Claudia.

You're sharing your story, your energy with our shell.

And I want to let you know that sadly, Claudia passed away recently. I mean, entire spook team wants to extend their deepest condolences to her family and Claudia. If you are listing, we wish you all the peace and all the joy.

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[Music] I cannot witness their glee. The savage joy of those who'd once called him Lord, Lord, I should have stayed with him.

The side him, my sin, my real treachery was to flee. So I ran through the night, his vial, his promise,

tucked tightly under my tunet, alone down the dark road, alone in this task, again. I was his only disciple, charged,

give away, with my right, should be mine. Running, walking, dripping, stumbling,

falling, and from that darkness, he held an inn, looked up to see her, barefoot,

village woman,

clutching a candle, shimmering golden light, I wanted to laugh, to weep. She said,

"You have arrived." As if all I had done,

all I had seen had suffered,

had sacrificed, was,

“but a road leading to an audience with her.”

She extended her hand, motion from me to follow, adjust your for a dog, but still, even here,

even now, I obeyed. There were a warn of twist and turns, she led me through the dim, we passed it either side,

lovely, the deck of women in, multicolored feathers, drools, painted skins,

feet-eyed, the men, the silent partners decked with gold and silver, all war,

patches, of bright cloth,

where their eyes had once been,

they moved with such grace that watching them felt lonely, and coothed. Perhaps this was the hell, he had spoken of,

or maybe the heaven. In the sightless beginning to sing, to scream in harmony, miles open arms out stretch, the woman stopped then,

sat on a chair and listened, to their voices through silence. She folded her hands in her lap, waiting the vile, rummed,

next to my breast, feeling suddenly alive, it waited too, to remake the world, wanted to betray everything

I had suffered to build, still, still,

I reached to gift it to her,

as he had commanded, but then she leaned toward me,

“eyes eager fingers play to receive my gift,”

she smiled and I stopped, how dare he, how dare he pour, the power of creation into her dirty hands, casting aside his true servant,

me, me, I would not, and will not, the sightless dance around us now,

swank the same rhythm as the hungry vile, beating next to my breast, she answered my unspoken, why, she said,

they danced to remember, you'll dance, to forget. Madness, she looks down,

as if a shamed, the gleaming knife clutched in her hands, we must sacrifice, we must all sacrifice, I remember his eyes then,

his words,

“when he embraced me whispered into my ear,”

yours he promised, will be the most difficult path, and I felt the shock, like ice water I looked down, and saw that she had stabbed me with her blade,

her eyes wet with apology, then I felt the same sharp sting from behind, I gasped the new as another blade, trued from my abdomen, as I screamed,

the shadow dancers each stabbed my body, and their turn they stabbed, and stabbed, and stabbed was stealing knives, as if I were a beast,

but I did not die. I did not fall, nor I did not bleed, I opened my eyes, and wonder,

to stare at them, staring at me, I drew, each blade in turn from my flesh, and tossed it to the ground,

the skin beneath my tunic, listened, unbroken, whole. The vile burn,

it would not let me die, and pass on fulfilled, they bowed, blind heads to me, I turned,

and fled. Back past the grasping hands, past the shadow, past the maze, I ran for the dork,

desperate to find, the passage's back crashing, through shadow, through darkness, back to the road,

and I ran, and I ran, a thousand years,

For every young, unbroken face,

staring back in the mirror,

two thousand years, around me, the world ages, crumbles, rebuilds,

crumbles again, through plague, empire, cathedrals, kings,

sometimes, I awake, back in the master's chambers, unchanged. He chose death for himself,

but cursed me, with eternal life. Again, and again, she waits,

again, and again, I flee, running still, clutching tight,

the vile that should be mine, and the quiet, I hear the master laughing, mocking. He knew even then,

“he asked the one thing I could never give,”

he knew me better than I knew myself, and I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him.

I hate him. Yes, the girl whispered smiley, run away, for it is mine to receive. The part of me time you'd like,

but you will never leave.

[Music] Now, some of us, for lack of a better turn, and task.

Things that we have to do before we depart this place, and a very small few, from extremely early age, nor exactly what those tasks are. If you,

or someone you know, was given a task, ah, I would sure like to know about it. I don't know who gave it to you.

I don't know what you're charged with, and I need to know what the cost, both for you and the rest of us is, if you fail. Please let me know.

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