A Time of Ghosts

A Time of Ghosts
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A Time of Ghosts is the exciting and absorbing account of Dr. Hok-Pang Tang, who was born into a wealthy and prominent Chinese family in the years before the Communist takeover, but whose family suffered a drastic fall with the coming of the the new regime.<br><br>It offers a vivid personal insight not only into a traumatic period in Chinese history, but also a rare and revealing glimpse at the &quot;supernatural&quot; subculture that survived even under Communism.<br><br>A Time of Ghosts follows Dr. Tang&#39;s life from his overindulged childhood on through the bitter shocks of the transition to Communism, and finally to his repeated attempts to escape from a soul-destroying political and social system. It is a true personal history that reads like an adventure novel.

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Hok-Pang Tang. A Time of Ghosts

CHAPTER ONE. THE HOUSE OF SORROWS

CHAPTER TWO. THE WORLD OF DUST

CHAPTER THREE. LEARNING

CHAPTER FOUR. THE GARDEN WITHERS

CHAPTER FIVE. THE LIGHT THAT IS DARKNESS

CHAPTER SIX. THE DARK MESSENGER

CHAPTER SEVEN. THE WAY OF CHARLIE CHAPLIN

CHAPTER EIGHT. THE REPOSE OF THE WHITE FLAMINGO

CHAPTER NINE. A LOOK OUTSIDE

CHAPTER TEN. ET IN ARCADIA EGO

CHAPTER ELEVEN. REGRETS AND MISGIVINGS

CHAPTER TWELVE. THE BLACK STRANGER

CHAPTER THIRTEEN. THE TREE IS FELLED

CHAPTER FOURTEEN. AMID THE YELLOW HILLS

CHAPTER FIFTEEN. FIRE WATCH

CHAPTER SIXTEEN. PEOPLE OF THE SAME FORTUNE

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN. A MADMAN SHOWS THE WAY

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN. RIVER WORLD

CHAPTER NINETEEN. BREAKING INVISIBLE THREADS

CHAPTER TWENTY. UNCLE MING

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE. SHANGHAI

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO. AN ATTEMPTED ESCAPE

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE. THE HEROINE OF THE TORN BLOUSE

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR. PLANS

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE. A VISIT IN PRISON

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX. SOUTH FOR NORTH

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN. THE EMPTY HOUSE

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT. A TEMPORARY HAVEN

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE. UNCERTAIN ACCOMMODATIONS

CHAPTER THIRTY. TO THE FAR NORTH

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE. A WOUNDED SOLDIER

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO. THE BLACK DRAGON RIVER

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE. TREASURE JADE STRIKES BACK

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR. A BOAT AND A WITCH

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE. ANOTHER ATTEMPT

CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX. THE MIST-WREATHED MOUNTAINS

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN. MEETING AND PARTING

CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT. THE ROAD TO LHASA

CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE. TENDER HANDS

CHAPTER FORTY. IN SEARCH OF A LAMA

CHAPTER FORTY-ONE. THE RUINED TEMPLE

CHAPTER FORTY-TWO. INTERLUDE AMONG THE KHAMPAS

CHAPTER FORTY-THREE. ZHANGMU

CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR. AN END AND A BEGINNING

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I was born in the doorway between two worlds. The old China – the China of emperors and mandarins, of bound feet and marvels – had long been dying but was not yet dead. The new China – its coming anticipated with both hope and fear – was not yet born. It happened in the great house of many rooms that the Emperor himself had given my grandfather many years before – a place where only the faintest of curtains separated the living and the dead.

My first memory is of ghosts. I was three or four years old. Near sunset on a spring day I went alone into my parents’ bedroom to use the chamber pot. As I sat there, a sudden chill filled the air, and I was seized by a mingled sensation of emptiness and loneliness. At the same time I felt someone watching me from behind, though my back was to the wall. I turned my head to the right and looked over my shoulder at the surface of whitewashed brick. Out of the flat wall popped two figures in the flowing garments of a hundred years before. They passed behind me, floating half-in, half-out of the wall, in total silence. I jerked my head to the left as they reached that side. Yes, there were two of them. They were facing the wall now, and the one nearest reached back and out toward me, gesturing and grasping like a woman urging a hesitant child to take her hand and follow. I screamed in horror and ran from the room shrieking and weeping.

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Now what is one to make of all this? I can only say that it did happen. I witnessed it, as did the others in the family. We can be modern and scientific and say that the ritual was performed for its psychological effect on us all. One may believe what one likes. But the fact is that from the night of the uncanny storm, all the strange sounds and apparitions within the house ceased, and one could feel that its unhealthy atmosphere had passed away. The living were now the only residents in the old mansion.

There is much more that one could say of the remarkable Ch’ing Yu Chou. I have called him the Herb Doctor for simplicity’s sake, though that was but one of his many skills. He was adept at calligraphy, music, poetry, and was in particular a great scholar of the I Ching, the Book of Changes, in which all that can happen in this world is set forth in the symbolic forms of trigrams and hexagrams. One who learns their transformations and mutations can accurately predict the future, though to do this is far more difficult than Western books on the subject would lead one to believe.

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