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An Ordinary Trip With An
Extraordinary Experience
There are many daily happenings that seem irrelevant in life. But
if you are destined to them, they will come back to you in the
future days.
The above statement is more true than ever. Three years ago, a
very small instance, a casual conversation with a stranger in an
ordinary hotel in Maebashi Japan led to one of the most
incredible paranormal investigations today. Nobody would have paid
attention or remember its every detail at that moment of time. Hence, I have to recall
very hard from my vague memory on every word that Mr. K. Ishikawa
said during that one hour chattering over sake. How I wish I had
written it down immediately but obviously I did not. The following
is an excerpt of our chatters up to only about 70% accuracy (due
to memory fading). But indeed, if it was true, it would be considered
as one of the top five most mysterious secrets in Singapore.
It was October 2001 when I had to make a business trip to
Maebashi for attending a scientific conference. That was part of
my research career as a university professor to present and
publish scientific research results in international conferences
on a regular basis. It was just another conference, I thought. I started the journey on 18 October 2001 after
a short farewell with my darling in Changi airport. Still I remember
the day before I had to go to
M1 to loan a CDMA handphone because of our GSM handphones from
Singapore cannot be
used in Japan due to different networks (tri-band technology
wasn't popular in 2001 yet). Thus a short call to her in
Singapore at night from Maebashi is probably the sweetest gift ever.
On a hazy morning, transit via Taiwan, the plane flew for hours
from Singapore to Tokyo. And from Tokyo a coach journey of about 3
hours cutting through the scenic Gamma prefecture brought me to a
little town called Maebashi that gave me a combined academic and
rustic feel. Sensationally, it was a journey from a warm and humid
island at the equator called Singapore to a cold and dry weathered Japanese old
town.
For the first few days all were going normal. Participants from
universities of both local and oversea, as well as professionals from
the leading industries, dressed in formal suits and hairs were
clad with strong-hold gel mingled in a convention building called
Maebashi centre. The discussion topics were on state-of-the-art
Internet technology and artificial intelligence. They are however
not
related here hence I would cut it short. Talks, speeches and panel
discussions, sometimes debates were delivered in the next few
days.
On the last day, we had a social program that was perhaps the most
exciting highlight to the participants, touring to Ito Hot Spring for a
hot spa relaxation for everyone at the courtesy of the conference
organizer. The participants, who were dressed in comfortable
sports wear today after fully clad in iron-pressed suits in the
past few days, appeared to be more refreshed and animated. I
however had an absurd idea.
 
1. The white building is Ascent Hotel
which I stayed; nothing fantastic, just a normal affordable hotel
2 & 3. Street scenes just outside the hotel; 4. The entrance area
to the hotel
Meet the Fateful Stranger
Instead of going to soak myself in spa for enjoyment, I
foot-explored Maebashi while trying to collect every different
species of canned coffee for her who likes to drink coffee.
(Sometimes man will do all sorts of crazy things when he deeply
loves someone.) To my surprise, Japanese made great
coffee, and you can easily see at least one automatic drink vending machine
placed along
every street wide or narrow in Maebashi! The variety is wide and the quality
is superb especially those freshly brewed by the famous brand
Pokka. It was only late October but the wind was chilling cold
cutting into flesh. Thank goodness that the vending machine sold
heated coffee can drinks too. The hot coffee sustained my walk
zigzagging the whole town before I returned to hotel with at least
a dozen cans of coffee to carry back to Singapore.
A variety of cans of coffee that I
carried all the way from Japan to dar dar
I wonder if they have been consumed - they meant a lot to me
Fate played its part here. It was late in the evening when I
reached the hotel; most restaurants were about to close. The
autumn wind was growing colder and stronger at night than in
daytime. I didn't want to eat outside. And felt bored with the
"instant paper box meal" that you can buy from a vending machine in the hotel (Yes,
very interesting chemically heated rice box in convenience package
like those army food). Therefore I went up to the sushi bar in the
second floor of the hotel though the price was quite steep. But it
was my last night in this trip before I returned to Singapore so I
gave myself a treat.
And I met him - Mr K. Ishikawa (in short I called him Ki). Ki was
alone too, just finishing up his dinner in the sushi bar. I
remembered him as I saw him a few times and noticed him in the conference. Ki was a misfit - neither he dressed up
with the proper attire in the conference nor he
talked to anybody but quietly sat aside. From any angle he didn't
look an academic researcher like any one of us. For one time that made me
wondered what Ki was doing in the conference. The fee for joining
the conference costs about USD $500 per head; there is no reason
he came in just for fun.
While I was doing my presentation yesterday, I noticed Ki was
gazing at me from behind the audiences. That had already arouse my
curiosity. Now, he was sitting across a table just beside me in
the same restaurant, he probably stayed in the same hotel too, that
gave me a bit of shock.
After exchanging some eye contacts, we felt as though we knew
each other for a long time. He suddenly approached me, initiated
greeting with me by speaking Japanese. I replied, too, in Japanese that
might have led him think that I am a Nippon-an. (Well, it is not the
first time I have been mistaken as a Japanese). Without causing
much astonishment, we took it as a friendly and informal chat
after a sumptuous meal over some warm sake relaxingly.
Through the window, we saw that the late October night sky was
becoming overcast, freckled with rain. Ki who has become
more talkative than he was in the conference, babbled excitedly about
himself and his family. Ki is the heir of a Lieutenant of the
Imperial Army who served loyally till his last breath in WW2. In
particular Ki's father was sent to Malaya to fight the Dalforce,
the guerilla fighters in the initial years of the war. Later he
became a senior officer and was assigned to arrange detaining the POWs at Changi Prison. Now Ki is living
in a downtown Tokyo suburb of Shibuya.
 
1. A city town hall, one of the key
buildings in Maebashi; 2. The Green Dome Sports Centre, many
important national events are held
3. Look! Takashimaya, in Maebashi, not Orchard Road. It is just as
common as NTUC Fair Price supermarket in Japan
4. A high commissioner building, you can see that is quite well
guarded
Singapore's Sacred Land?
Frankly I had no interest in his family history, but curiously I
wanted to know why
and what he was doing in the conference by himself as an observer.
So I asked him. Bluntly he replied 'I was not there for the
scientific research but for something else that I cannot tell you.'
I thought he was offended but he rather praised me for my sharp
observation. Many people would not have noticed him. Then he changed the topic
in asking me the whereabouts of a person in Singapore by a Japanese name
that I can't remember. The person that Ki was looking for used to
set foot and lived in Singapore after the war but now Ki lost
contact with him. Perhaps Ki thought that Singapore was so small
that everyone knows everyone? How would I possibly know of a
person by name out of several millions of population? I thought of
sarcastically suggesting him to search through the name list in
the Singapore Japanese Cemetery. It was rude with a second thought
so I swallowed my words before they were uttered out to my new
friend.
After a short pause of silence, Ki mentioned a few key Japanese
constructions in Singapore during and after the occupation, trying
to tell me about how great their municipal engineering technology
and administration were compared to those by the British. I only
nodded to his talk over the fragrance of the sake.
Ki turned to me suddenly and asked again 'Have you been to Syonan
Jinja?'
Syonan Jinja, by a direct translation, means 'Sacred Land of
Singapore' as
Jinja means a sacred place. I was searching my mind thinking over
the cosmopolitan city, a sacred place? A few Buddhist and Hindu
temples may be, but they are more for local community worship than as
being a true sacred land. In fact, almost every piece of land in
Singapore is scarce for usage instead of sacred.
Ki was starring at me waiting for my answer. From his solemn face,
I somehow saw a resemblance of a priest - a Shinto priest. The
Shinto Shrine Ruin somewhere in MacRitchie Reservoir! I almost
jumped when being able to remember its alternative name, in fact,
the authentic name - Syonan Jinja. It took me a while to associate
Jinja, the sacred land, with the jungle in MacRitchie reservoir
that nowadays serves as a jogging and golf sanctuary (Singapore
Island Country Club) beside the untamed forest surrounding the
water catchments area. How many people would actually regard the
reservoir jungle "sacred" despite of a fact that many people
deemed Caldecott Hill and Bukit Brown are Feng Shui places?
Quoting from a famous Feng Shui master, Mr Tan Khoon Yong, he
evaluated the Feng Shui of the vicinity as follow:
White Tiger Fighting Winged Snake
(Caldecott Hill and Bukit Brown)
The former Bukit Brown Chinese Cemetery is a snake land. This is a
"winged snake", also known as "water snake". This winged snake is
strong, quirky and loyal. All this while, the water snake and the
green snake from Lornie Road near MacRitchie Reservoir have been
protecting our three reservoirs, ensuring the water does not flood
the city and there is sufficient water for consumption.
MediaCorp is situated at Caldecott Hill, which belongs to the
'land of the white tiger'. This is a hunting tiger, an awesome,
unstoppable creature. To take advantage of such a situation, one
must make swift and bold moves in one's career so as to bring out
the white tiger's nature. MediaCorp did just that and so, has gone
on to gain world-wide recognition in a short span of time.
This is a fierce tiger, and when provoked by the winged snake,
fights will break out. Whenever these two formidable beasts fight,
inexplicable murders will occur, especially in the years of the
tiger and of the snake as can be seen from past occurrences.
Residents will usually suffer from stress due to the magnetic
force of the Feng Shui here.
The winged snake is a poisonous white snake. It will not attack
unless provoked. if goaded, it will definitely strike back. When
challenged by the white tiger, it will react very violently.
Being low-lying and near to reservoir, this district is damp and
the residents are susceptible to rheumatism. This area is suitable
for ministers, senior administrators and government officers. The
nearby area orientation has powers of four beasts according to
Feng Shui - eagle, snake, tiger and leopard. They are
guardians of Singapore's psychological well-being, while the four
beasts here take charge of Singapore's water supply.
Master Tan published a book with the
above views of Feng Shui in the same year. I read the book
therefore I shared the opinions of Feng Shui with Ki.
Although modestly Ki listened to the full story to the end while
sipping his sake, he wasn't impressed and strongly disagreed
"Shinto land is a very pure and sacred environment. I don't agree
with the saying of having the beasts around and the fight between
snake and tiger. We Japanese took it as a holy environment because
the spirit of the natural land is so pure that can bring us closer
to gods. Yes, the qi is real and magnetic force there may
be real too if you want to talk scientific, because the kami
are there. But we believed in no symbolizing these holy spiritual
forces with forms of Chinese mythical animals. Kami are pure and
clean holy beings, we human and other animals are dirty in nature.
We shall not mix."
I tried not to argue anyway, for I am in no position to logically
prove or disprove - it is nonetheless all spiritual matter based
on one's religious belief or culture. So as an alternative I
elaborated on the ruin of the shrine in MacRitchie reservoir which
he called it Syonan Jinja. "I heard that it used to have a shrine
on top of the knoll, built by the British POWs. But it was then
destroyed by the Britons when they returned to Singapore after
Japan surrendered."
 
1 & 2. A nice and tranquil park in
Maebashi; 3. The pigeons are enjoying themselves near the lake; 4.
Have I frightened them away?! :(
The Stranger Who Knows So Much
Ki immediately corrected me "You are wrong, Kenny San. We
destroyed it, not the Britons."
"How do you know?" I said so in a somewhat challenging tone as the
media reported that the shrine was destroyed by the Britons. I
supposed that the media has reliable historical records that
shouldn't be wrong.
"Of course I know!" somehow Ki seemed provoked. "My father was in
charge of the shrine project from supervising the POWs building it
to we finally demolishing it."
"We blew it up because we don't want this almighty sacred force
fall on the dirty British hands."
"Wait, excuse me, but I don't think the Britons will appreciate
and make use of the shrine. The westerners have a different
religion. I thought the shrine destruction is more for preventing
a Japanese key landmark to be humiliated by the enemy than adding
value to them?"
"Ha Ha Ha, partly you are right, but not fully," Ki was a bit
drunk and he continued, "I tell you a secret. The shrine is more
than a symbolic place. You know that when the British at first
lost the war, they blew up the installation of cannons in Sentosa
and Changi because they didn't want a powerful weapon to fall on
our hands. It is not for preventing their creation to be
humiliated by us. Likewise for the shrine, it is more than a
worship place I assure you. You never know what power that lies
underneath it."
Suddenly I sensed some catch in his last sentence. I only kept
quiet, threw him some inquiring eye sights, hoping he will tell me
more.
We were silent for about a minute. Ki was busy gulping down the
sake. May be I was too anxious to know the secret. I broke the
silence and said, with a somewhat appeasing tone: "I respect the
spirit of Japanese army, their culture, discipline, commitment,
courage and loyalty to the emperor that are unparallel to other
military in the world. They are brave enough to self sacrifice in
protecting whatever of value to their nation from the enemy."
Suddenly banging down his sake cup on the table, Ki responded
loudly and firmly, "Yes, of course. We sacrificed at all costs
even our lives to protect our nation and our treasures."
"Come over here, I tell you a big difference between us and the
hairy barbarians." Ki signaled me to sit beside him against the
wall.
"We are a united nation, they are of a monkey society - everyone
wants to have his own fun, his own so-called freedom and care for the
benefit for himself. For example, when we write our postal address
on an envelop, we start with the name of our country, city, street
and lastly our name in order. But they put their names first and
the country name last."
"I can tell you, my father was a senior in the infantry unit with a divine
duty to supervise the construction and protect the shrine. Upon the emperor's
surrender, many from the unit suicide because they cannot stand a
disgrace surrender especially when they were so close to the
victory with the invincible seed of Amatsu Tatara finally installed in
Syonan Jinja."
"What is Amatsu Tatara?" I asked. Ki was looking at me but I could
see that his eyes were not focusing on my face. Rather he was in
some kind of daze, or drunkenness to be precise. He continued
his talk "My father was an elite warrior. I heard that he was the
first honored one leading the seppuku outside Syonan Jinja. Many
soldiers followed him, either to shoot themselves or cut open
their abdomens by daggers. At the blink of their death, they still did
not want to believe they have failed. They have put so much faith
on the seed of Amatsu Tatara that will bring them a swift victory in a very
short time. They died by seppuku to plead the emperor change his
mind."
 
Lake, river, stream, park - a
harmony of natural greenery combined with cosmopolitan city
buildings. A great place to work and live
The Secret Revealed
My curiosity escalated. What is the seed of Amatsu Tatara?
"It is very hard to explain to you. And I cannot tell you too,
because it is the greatest secret from heaven about Shinto spirit.
It is a sacred object and it carries god's the highest power on
earth. God is a pure immortal being, living in a pure heavenly
place; we humans are dirty therefore gods do not live among us.
Take an example of human and bacteria. In this example here,
assume human are gods, a much more superior beings than the
primitive bacteria
that we think they are dirty. The bacteria divide into good ones
and bad ones. Good ones are healthy to us like food yeast. The bad
ones cause diseases. So when the high beings want to intervene
with the battle between the good bacteria and bad bacteria, human
use medicine - some medical technology invented by human. Human do
not fight fist-to-fist with the dirty things. The human indirectly
use a sacred weapon. The bacteria will not know what the high
beings are thinking or doing but will only feel the effect of the
medical 'weapon' applied on them. When the 'weapon' that is the
vaccine as you like to call it, injected by human externally, the
bad bacteria are killed. Likewise, god gave us some heavenly
weapon that we do not understand, but our emperor knows its power
and its mean to fight the bad guys."
So it is a very sacred object .... I listened in puzzle.
I jumped directly to the point, "At Syonan Jinja there was a very
precious sacred object hidden? The shrine is a secret hideout?
Therefore the Japanese had to blow it before the enemy returned?
What was it hiding, weapon or gold?"
"No, you got it all wrong. The shrine was built because of
honoring god and the existence of god's sacred object FOR WORSHIP,
not because of a secret treasure FOR HIDING. The treasure is
valuable not merely because of its material value; but because of
its natural sacred
power. How to make you understand? The land in Syonan Jinja itself
is very sacred, so is the treasure. But they have to combine and
activate together. For my previous example, the vaccine is only
some chemical compound by itself. But it has to be taken into the
right part of the body at the right dosage and mobilize the good
bacteria together in order to kill the bad bacteria. It is
something like that. In a small scale our body is our holy temple.
At a much larger scale, the land on earth, even the whole universe
is originally sacred by spiritualism. But from time to time evil
forces pollute our world so we need to fight them with a sacred
power."
I could only stare at Ki with millions of question marks in my
mind, remaining silent and lips sealed. Ki continued.
"I cannot tell you the exact details. Legend says Japan recognized
Singapore as a very
important gateway in Asia reaching out to the rest of the world.
Therefore a very powerful sacred object must be placed there to
bless the army for protection and for their success in conquering
the other neighboring countries of Asia for the Co-prosperity
Sphere. Our emperor knew it well.
The sacred object has the power to allow us purify the world. We
knew that we will prevail. But my father said we
made a deadly mistake in attacking the US Pearl Harbor too soon before
they were ready."
"Ready? What ready?" I broke out.
"Materially we had to be ready with enough war planes, ammunition
and manpower that have to take years to prepare. But spiritually,
we should wait for the sacred object to mature in power." Ki
explained.
Getting more and more puzzled I was, "What sacred object? What power?
You mean that was some divine gadget that will
magically change the Feng Shui or the luck of the army and the war?"
This agitated Ki to almost shouting, "No! No! Not luck, not Feng
Shui. I don't know about Feng Shui. We Japanese believe in living in harmony with natural spirits but do
not believe in Feng Shui tactics that can magically change one's fate.
Fate is
on our hand, we must work hard then we will gain. We will get what we
fight for. Kamikaze is no magic; it was a sacred wind blessed from
Heaven to save our people in medieval time. Today Kamikaze is a
sacred act blessed by our heroes who remained absolutely loyal to
our nation and sacrificed their lives for us. There is no magic."
 
This is my hotel-room, clean and
standard size. You can see the facilities are basic and the space
is cramped. But the rate is not cheap!
Classified Military Secret?
"I heard
from my father. The Syonan Jinja treasure used to be a classified
military secret because
they want nobody to know and to steal it.
My father said it is very heavy that needed much effort to
transport it from Japan by Daian Maru. It is a personal belonging to the
emperor. For the transport, we even did not let the POWs to do it.
A company of selected soldiers from the Imperial Army personally escorted the sacred object all the way up to
the shrine as the centre piece for worship.
The senior officers thought that the scared object will help them
secure the strong hold of Asia starting from Syonan-To, and they believed
that they were ready to attack India, Australia and the west. So
they did. Several
successful battles in Darwin and Queensland boosted their
confidence thinking that the sacred object was in effect.
But some priests actually told them that it was not the case. The
shrine and the sacred object need another cycle of 20 years to 'mature'
since
the shrine was only newly built. The power of Kami has not reached
its fullest yet. The senior generals who are in command unfortunately did not listen.
... Sigh .. Sadly, a rash war strategy was made. We lost the war, millions
from Hiroshima were killed by the US
atomic bombs as a result. "
Then I asked, "How is the sacred object now?"
(Clearly I was more sober at that moment than Ki who was almost
drunk after bottles of sake. It could get quite sensitive if the
question was put as 'Where' now the sacred object is. This could
provoke him to think that somebody wants to know its location and
may want to steal it. Frankly I was only interested in how
possibly the world history could be rewritten by the power of this
the so-called heavenly object. What is it, how true is its power and
how the power is like? But years later, I regretted that I didn't
ask specifically where the sacred object is. It is not for
the desire of personal possession as it belongs to the Singapore
government at any rate. But if we found the object, we can study it
thoroughly and find out the secret of its power!)
After a burp of fouled wine smell that helped wake him up a
little, Ki slowly replied, "I think it is still in Syonan-To (he forgot it is now called
Singapore). In fact, we called Singapore Syonan-To because of the sacred
object. It means the 'light from the south'. The sacred object is the light, a very powerful and
invincible light.
That is about all I know. At the end of the war, we were materially
'broke', very heavily short of logistics and resources to transport
the sacred object back to our home ground. We had a ship with
capacity of 3000 passengers but there were more than 6000 people
that needed to be sent back home."
 
Maebashi typical street scenes in
downtown districts; the people are modest and friendly living a
simple live
The Sacred Object Ought To Be Destroyed?
"So did the army decide to destroy it like how they destroyed the shrine?"
I probed further.
"I don't think so. From what I heard, we cannot destroy the sacred
object, it is too sacred to be destroyed by human. It belongs also
to emperor, nobody in the army dares to try or even to think of
destroying it. So we hid it."
"Hid it? Where did you hide it?" immediately I asked again.
Ki said "Sorry my English wasn't very expressive. When you said 'hid it' in
English,
usually you think of covering up or moving it to a secret place so
nobody will discover. But when I said hid it just now, I meant the
sacred object was already concealed when it was first moved there.
It is just that if nobody reveals its location, it will never be
found. You see the differences in our languages? English has
temporal tenses, so to precisely say how things happen after
something. In my language, I meant it was already there in a
hidden place so we don't need to spend effort to hide it. It is
already in a secret location. No need extra action."
A doubt was still in my mind. "Well then, if that object is so
important, why wouldn't the Japanese army bring it back home? I
mean now, your country is prosperous and can surely afford this
operation financially. and ... Why did you want to tell me all these?"
"Ha ha ha ... It is as simple as 1-2-3:
1. We didn't want to bring it home. The sacred object is
instructed by our emperor to be placed in Syonan-To. It is meant to
be in Syonan-To for making it as how it is named - the light of the
south, for blessing us. We shall not relocate it to anywhere. We
shall not disobey emperor's instruction.
2. I think it is no use to bring it back home now because the war
is over. It is all history. We Japanese today are peaceful people,
we only defend ourselves and do not invade anymore. We have no
plan of conquering the world. This object I
think has lost its purpose.
3. As I said before, it would take too much effort to ship it back
to Japan at the end of the war. We could not afford the manpower
to do so. Some more it is already in a hidden place, so we just
let the secret be buried forever and nobody can recover it.
Why I wanted to tell you this? because I take you as my friend, ..
also, I want to tell you that once we had the finest imperial
army in the world. Our army was almighty and undefeatable. But it
was only a miscalculation on the timing of this sacred object and we
made a wrong move at the wrong timing to attack the west.
Otherwise, everything would be different now, our colony would be dominating
Asia. It is not a bad thing after all with our refined cultural
tradition. You don't get to see nowadays those arrogant
mainland Communist Chinese threatening to take our marine resources,
threatening to invade Taiwan and made so much noise when our Prime
Minster
pay respect at Yasukuni shrine, to our war heroes. Unlike us,
they worship nothing but the Mao bandit Communist head, bow to the evil as god. But in their
perverted mind, they just selfishly and greedily cheat and rob money with no
moral value, no ethical value, no national value, no cultural
value and no human rights. We Japanese respect our ancestors, respect our
heritage, respect our custom. Our ancestors are heroes who
sacrificed their lives for our country. That is none of their baka
business that we worship them .... (more coarse words were
censored)"
I think Ki was getting very drunk. I shall not involve myself in his
escalating political talk so I left. And I left with many question
marks in my mind.
Is the legend of secret sacred object at Syonan Jinja real?
What is the sacred object? Where is it now?
The Forgotten Tale
I did not pay too much attention to this accidental meet-up with
Ki. On my way back to the hotel room, I was thinking to have my
luggage packed up and catch a good night sleep for the first
morning bus going out of town to the airport. With a wild thought,
the lost Shinto treasure could be a priceless huge diamond whose
nick is Syonan (The Light Of the South) that sounds alike some
names of the world famous diamonds such as The Heart of the Ocean
or The Fire of the Africa. While I was packing up I carefully
placed a gift that I bought for my darling in a secure compartment
of the luggage. It was never a luxury jewelry for I wasn't
affluent, but just a simple silver pendent of elegant design. But
to me, that was all I felt contented about; it was a token of my
genuine love to her. Never, I desired to acquire that invaluable
lost treasure for my own or as a gift for the dearest love of my
life. I opted to provide her with all my love that transcended
material wealth, and I did consistently so for the many years to
come no matter what happened.
So this legend about the lost treasure of Syonan Jinja was
forgotten until one day with SPI...
Mind-Mapping Analysis
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bulky, takes too much effort to relocate
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powerful enough so can affect the fate of the war
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personal belonging to the emperor
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the emperor specifically wanted it to be in
Singapore
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that secret object gives the name of
Syonan?
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it has to do with light? what light?
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it is buried underneath the shrine? or near the shrine?
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the flooded secret staircase in the guard house?
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the damage in the guard house looks obvious. it is apparent made
man damage, not natural weathering.
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why the guard house is always flooded? it connects to the water?
connects to the secret chamber in the water?
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the water in the guard house why is it always there despite of
very sunny days? is water used to cover up the entrance? or it is
half flooded because the stair leads to some chambers that are
soaked under water?
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the sacred object is buried in the lake?
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the lake is dwelled with crocodiles, throughout the time, nobody
ever dive in and take a look what is inside the lake?
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may be the crocodiles were first brought in there by the
Japanese
so as to guard the sacred object in the lake?
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what is that? wild guess:
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can emit very bright light ... takes time to mature? sounds like
some half-finished weapon research project
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a secret nuclear weapon? biological weapon? to be stored in
Singapore as a jumping board to launch it to the enemy countries in
the west?
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a mystical celestial magical object beyond our imagination?
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tons of gold? diamonds or some precious minerals?
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remind me of the sacred "sphere" in the movie Tomb Raider: The Cradle of
Life, that contains the mythical Pandora's Box. the imperial army
wanted to use the Box as a doomsday weapon?
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