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Jack Sprat could eat no fat. His wife was super mean. So when they baked the baker, well, they made a perfect team. Spooked right after this short break. Stay tuned, Spooksters. It's your boy Glen. We've got a quick favor to ask you because we're conducting an audience survey that you and I would be so grateful if you could take just a few moments to give me your thoughts. Please visit Tiny CC Spooked to take this survey today. Thank you. That's Tiny CC Spooked. The dark side appreciates it. After his life ended, the old man emerged wet from the water to find himself in the middle of a large glade. A bearded figure placed a yellow rubber duck into the pool from which he had just emerged. Am I dead? Asked the man. Don't you remember? That's exactly what you asked last time. Last time. The man thought about it, but his head felt muzzy, his thoughts like smoke. Well, what do I do now? You pick another pool. The man looked around, and as far as his eye could see in all directions waded pools of water, some opaque, others clear. A few seemed very deep, while some held almost no water at all. The man turned to step toward a pool. No, not that one. The man stepped back. Why? You've already been there. Look. Every pool with a duck. You've traveled before. The man gaped around, amazed, as yellow rubber ducks bobbed on top of hundreds and hundreds of pools. I've already.

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Yes.

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Then the man shifted his gaze slightly to the right, and he saw how vast the glade was. So many, many pools bigger than his suddenly sharp eyes could even comprehend. How many pools? All of them. The man fell to the grass, thunderstruck. All of them? Every single life. How many pools will I. All of them. You will step into each and every pool. The man shook his head and breathed deeply. He said, there are bad people. Yes, I am very bad people. I will do terrible things. Yes. But there are saints as well. Yes. Who else comes to this space? Just you. But you know this now. What happens after I emerge from the final pool? Well, said the figure who looked exactly like the old man, maybe. Maybe then he'll be ready. Stoke starts now. Now we imagine boundaries between here and there, between earth and sky, wind and rain. And we're about to meet Isaac Murdoch. Isaac is Ojibwe of the Fish Clan from the Serpent River First Nation. He's a traditional knowledge holder, and he certainly knows the importance of respecting the boundary between this world and the next. He also understands that walls sometimes crumble. We're gonna hear a story about an encounter Isaac had when he was just 20 years old. Isaac, take.

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It's always custom that we introduce ourselves in our own way before we tell a story. So the place that we're talking about is Maimut Lake. It's in northern Canada. It's a very beautiful place. Lots of islands, lots of fish and moose and ducks, lots of beaver and lots of manoomin wild rice. So to get to Maimo Lake, you have to paddle back around this, this point. There's a cabin there. Years ago, when I was younger, like when I was in my late teens, me and my bro David, we used to travel in the bush. We'd go hunting or we'd go pick medicines. And oftentimes we'd stop by at this old cabin where this old man lived. The cabin is built like in the ground. And so there's four foot walls that are dirt and then four foot walls above that. He had a dirt floor. And the windows were made out of mazaywean, which is a certain type of a fish skin. And there was this canoe dugout where they put the birch bark canoe inside there. There's no other cabins around. And it was just beautiful with jack pines and the ground was all mossy with gray moss, red moss, green moss. And you could see these tiny little red mushrooms on the ground that were just sprinkled all over the place. Just like something put them there on purpose to make art. That's how beautiful this place looked. Just north of his cabin door is where his grave is. It was just a mound of dirt. You know, we'd put some sema tobacco down there because we knew inherently that it was like a holy place, a place of reverence, because this man had spent his entire life living on the land, living in accordance to the sacred laws on how to live here. I was in my late teens at the time when I first started to learn about this cabin. I was fascinated by it. And it was probably two, two and a half years I'm working, picking wild rice. We had a boss that would hire us because he could only hire Indian people because he couldn't find any white people to go there in the bush that knew how to survive out there. I have this friend named Alex, real good bush Indian, you know, really knows the bush good. He grew up in the north all his life. Comes from a very special place called Black Bear Island. We got along quite well, so we went out there together. So the cabin that we're staying at, it's not too far from that cabin from where that man lived, it's made out of black spruce logs. It's not a big cabin. There's a room for a bunk bed, another bed on the other side of the cabin. It is right on the edge of the lake beside a creek. You could hear the water trickling all the time. And there's also this little woodshed off to the side. And, of course, a wood pile. It was just a very beautiful place. So when we're not working or hunting, me and Alex are always playing crib. We play cards in the candlelight and, you know, at nighttime to see who's the crib master, then shoot the bull. I was only 20 years old, so I was, like, madly in love. So I'd talk about this young woman, and he'd talk about this other young woman. And when we get back, we're gonna be together and all this stuff. I was cooking a beaver. We were gonna have beaver for supper. So I'm boiling beaver on the fire outside, and the beaver's head is bobbing up. And I have a stick, and I'm trying to push the beaver's head down. All of a sudden, the sky was black. But they weren't regular storm clouds, like thunder clouds or whatever. There's these great big bubbles underneath, hanging down from the sky off this great big cloud. And there's lots and lots of bubbles all over. You can see tiny little flashes of light inside these bubbles that are hanging below the clouds. One over here and one over there. And then another flash over here. The clouds, they came swooping right down, way down, very close to earth, like way lower than normal. These clouds are hanging, like, maybe a little taller than the trees. We knew a storm was coming. So we're dragging the canoes on shore, tying things up that are on the dock. That's when all of a sudden, this smell just smacks me right in the face. The smell was a smell of death, of something bad. I had to cover my mouth because of this powerful smell. Even the leaves on the trees were growing, going upside down because of the smell. I'm saying, why does this smell like death? And he's like, I don't know. I don't know. He says, I don't know why it smells like that. My heart is pounding. I'm starting to sweat. This is not just a regular storm. Something else is going on. There's lots of atsukannon sacred stories about our people and how clouds had come down. And they fought with us, or they gave us gifts or presents, or they'd take us up and we'd never be seen again. I never worried about that before because I've only heard these in our sacred teachings and our ceremonies. But you'd never think that it would happen to you. So I'm scared that they're going to come down and take us. So we both agreed to go into the cabin. I shut the curtains because I don't want to look at those bubbles. We start playing cards just so that we can distract ourselves from what's really happening. It was getting dark fast and I can hear the whistling of the wind coming into the little spots in the cabin where maybe there's no moss. You can hear all these little whistles and peeps and the trees are going back and forth. And all of a sudden that's when I hear the wood chopping outside. So I have an axe out at the woodshed. It's a red handled axe, razor sharp. And I can hear this axe just chopping wood 10ft from the. From the door. It's an unmistakable sound. It cannot be anything else. I'm too scared to look out the window. We're so far in the bush, so isolated, nobody would be there. Nobody would be there. I know that whatever's out there, the reason why they were chopping wood was to let us know that they were there. If it was a real man out there, I'd go out there and kick his ass, no problem. Or give him. Give him a good go at least. But this thing I know I can't defeat. My breathing starts to get faster and Alex was trying to be calm about it, but I can tell that he was scareder than I was. I could see his. His hands were shaking a little bit. All of a sudden there's this loud thrashing thunder that's so powerful and so thick, we can feel it all the way through our bones as the lightning strikes. And I'm looking at the shadows inside the cabin walls. I can see three other human figures besides me and Alex sitting at our table. I'm so stunned. They were a little bit bigger than us and they're a little bit more pronounced. They're more darker. I turned away. I didn't want to look anymore. I said, whatever it is, it's now, it's in the house. I told Alex, go underneath the bed and cover up, I said. And then I did the same. I can feel my heartbeat racing and I can feel this constant pressure of fear and doom. I'm just. I'm praying, I'm calling upon old people that I Knew a long time ago to come in, to be with us. I'm underneath the bed and I'm just kind of peeking out. I can still see shadows that are not supposed to be there. Alex is the one that's saying, we gotta go. We have to get out of here. Like, we need to go right now. I said, if we go. I said, you know, we're gonna end up in those clouds. We can't stay here. He said, there's ghosts in here. So we get out, we just run out of there with nothing. It's cold, it's windy, it's smelly, like a dead body. You gotta cover your nose and your face because it's so stinky. I tried to keep my eyes away from that wood pile. I didn't want to look at nothing. All I wanted to see was my own feet walking. We go down to the the lake and we jump in the canoe and I'm like paddling hard. I tell Alex, you gotta paddle hard. I'm panicked because every time I look back at the cabin, I can see the shadows dancing through the window. I want to get out of there. I want to be. Bye. Bye. So there we are. We're paddling, trying our best. The only thing on my mind was survival. My adrenaline is pumping. I am paddling so hard and so fierce, but the waves are coming up in the canoe. This is not even barely moving. That wind is too strong. There's nothing we can do. There is the thought the a cloud would come down and take it, the canoe. And that's when I said, let's go back to the cabin. The cabin was the safer place, even though there were shadows in there that weren't ours. So I grab onto the front of the canoe and I drag it up on shore. And we went right into the house. Alex goes into his bunk bed, and I go into my bunk bed and we put the blankets over top of our faces as the lightning and the thunder rumbles the house. You can hear things scraping. You can hear things shifting around inside the house, in the cabin, but we don't dare look. I was so scared that something was going to rip that blanket off me or grab my leg and pull me off that bed. And I start to pray. I was always raised in an Indian way, but I prayed to everything, every God I ever heard about. The storm calms down after and the smell was gone. It seemed like at least inside the cabin we felt safer. Early in the morning, you can hear the birds start to sing. I'm gonna guess it's like 6:00 in the morning. I'm half asleep, half awake. Alex says, hey, there's somebody at the table. And my heart just jumped. And I look, I lift up the blanket and I looked at the table and there's an old man sitting there playing solitary. And I know he's playing solitary because I can see him, the way that he's flipping the cards over. He was wearing a button up shirt, like an old style button up shirt, like maybe from like the 30s. And he's got a hat on, like an old style Indian hat. He's got moccasins on. His hands are big and old. And I knew in my heart that it was the old man that lived at that cabin. I felt a sense of relief that somehow we were protected by this person. But at the same time, there's a ghost at the freaking table. And so that's scary. That's scary. And so I put the blankets over my head again. I just start praying more. Then I can hear a shuffle. And then the cards go on the table. And when I look again, he's not there. And I said, alex, let's go. We gotta go. You know, we go outside and there's a whole bunch of wood chopped out there. Like almost that whole pile was chopped. We start paddling across the lake, winds at our back. There's something going on in the back of my head. So it feels like there's something's walking on in my hair. And I keep scratching, I keep scratching it, but it keeps being there. We got to that portage and then we paddled across that other lake and we stopped and we gave offerings at that old man's cabin. It's a custom every single time when we go by a place where there's a place of spiritual significance. We have to go there and offer food and tobacco. So despite the fact that we had this very ghostly encounter, there is no way that we could go by that cabin and not leave an offering. We get to the main road and we hitchhiked back to civilization. So I go to my uncle's. My uncle's house doesn't look too different than the cabin that we were staying in. And so I'm there for a couple of days. I keep scratching like I have nits, bugs. I tell my uncle, I got this itch. I think I got a bug or something in my hair. He goes, let me check your hair. So I sat down there and he checked my hair. And he says, you know, that's probably not a bug. That's probably A jibai, that's a spirit that's stuck in your hair. It's tangled in there. Sometimes a spirit, a jibai, can get stuck in your hair or go in your pocket. And we'll stay there for a while and try to get nourishment from your body so we can get energy to travel to where it needs to go next. He goes, you know, I seen an old man in the garden cleaning up everything, getting things straightened out. It just disappeared. He knew it was somebody from the other side. He goes, where you were, was there an old man there? I said, yes. He says, that's probably that old man that's been in the garden. My uncle grew up in the bush. Of course, he went to residential school, but he spent the rest of his life in the bush. And he also knew how to deal with the spirits. Because when you live in the bush, you're always dealing with things like that all the time. You know what to do. So my uncle did this beautiful ceremony where he sent the old man back to the spirit world. It took him one day to prepare and get all the things that he needed from the forest. It's a very private ceremony that's done that I can actually describe, but there's nothing in my hair after that. I got educated that night. This world is not a resource. This world is a spirit. It's our mother. Maybe we got tough love that night during that storm. I think the old man was there to protect us from nothing that went through and that the old man stayed with us. And as we got away, it traveled in my hair. I always treated that old man's spirit with respect by making those offerings and by paying tribute. Maybe we received great medicine from above. We received something special that saved our lives. So I just want to give a traditional farewell to you that are listening. So no. Why won't be goblin him?