The conqueror bug, the awful and blackness of night, the damp soil, clinging onto one's clothes, oppression of the lungs, the embody of the slim coffin, the frame now entombed for evermore. The lack of air, fumes, the grass above one's head, and above that a moon, and sun and stars, galaxies, the universe, you are in a new world, beyond. Your pals are at home napping, consuming, guffawing, all informed of your death, but not your fate; that they may be uninformed of.
You're buried alive, in a hopeless role. Appalling it could be, an intolerable horror, an agonizing dream, as not anything 1/2 so scornful, however it's miles actual, and by some means you must tolerate the load of that fact.
Now i'm able to let you know a true story of a resident and friend of mine, from huancayo, peru, high up in the peruvian andes, in which folks nonetheless do matters the vintage fashion manner, to encompass burials. Leoncio, initially from a small village referred to as san jeronimo de tunan, who had moved to the inner-metropolis of huancayo (inside the mantaro valley place) no one knowingly knowing of his sickness catalepsy (often times coupled with epilepsy and schizophrenia, characterised with the aid of lack of reaction and outside stimuli and by using muscular rigidity), no one alive that is, his age being 68-years old, and having no family to talk of, some pals, unknowing of the mysterious disease he had. Although i did, but i used to be a ways-off in the course of his so called departure from this earth, in patagonia.
This disease of direction is of profound interest mainly for its destiny, or has been in the past. The patient or victim, lies for a day or longer in a country of exaggerated lifelessness. He's senseless, immobile, the coronary heart's pulsation is faint at first-class, but some locations of blood warm temperature stay. His shade changes to his frame, even to his lips, a vacillating action takes vicinity within the lungs. He's in a trace like mode for weeks if now not months. Regularly instances in remoted areas which can be still with the old customs, the prognoses is 'absolute loss of life'; and for such communities, death is demise, and there's no double checking into data, that would or won't be, and for old leoncio, there had been no clinical records, he cured all his aches and pains with vintage remedies, the old manner. And he got buried the antique manner. And the only way every body aside from myself would have recognised of his catalepsy, could have been by way of consequent suspicion, and above all the lack of degradation, the latter being overlooked. Therefore, he turned into consigned alive to his tomb.
