Among Thousand Journeys

Patient Queue

The other students always translate with their own thoughts, what Kyaiku said, or the children often call it siloka, I myself do not dare to translate what Kyai said, and wait for God to inspire me to understand, and I will accept that understanding with the clarity of the inner eye, as clear as I can clear up, and clear up,

For I alone am still beset with sin and desire.

After returning from Jakarta, I designed the construction of a council of existing funds, I sold three cows and savings money, then woke up a simple ceremony, until now occupied by dzikir.

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After Idhul Fitri, like everyone else, I also went home, but waiting for my guests in Pekalongan deserted, After a new deserted me, my wife and son left for East Java.

If in East Java, directly usually will be many people who come to my house there are those who ask for practice, or ask to be treated for the disease.

In Tuban itself, because there was a fire, before the fire occurred a month before I warned the house, so that there would be a fire a month more, be careful with the fire. Although it has been warned that Allah's destiny still occurs, and there is a fire, even though only two houses are burned and the fire can be extinguished,

After that incident every time I go to East Java, many people will come to ask for practice or be treated for the disease.that day, I have not reached home, people are waiting, people are waiting, so I can't rest.

There were some people who came, one by one I served after the magrib prayer, a full chair and another sitting on the floor, who faced me first the person who was from outside the sub-district, so that he could immediately go home.

What caught my attention was a man named Muhadi,

“What's the complaint pack?” ask me about Muhadi

tall skinny guy in his 50s.

“This is Ian I hurt in the leg,” he said showing

his feet from the ankles to the knees

rot.

“How come so sir, what not brought to the doctor?” my many.

“Yes I have taken to Ian's doctor, this is the same wound as my wife's wound.” he said.

“La his wife where, kok not brought here

guys?” my many.

“My wife is dead.” she said sadly.

“Oo sorry.”

“This wong unnatural wound is Ian.” clear

Muhadis.

“Iya I also see unnatural,” I said.

“Initially how was it sir?”

“This was actually originally a trivial thing, my wife and I were buying and selling rice, well there was one who always owed us our rice, yes we love, until we charged a lot of debt, so we paid the debt, it would be natural to collect debt, ee he was angry, and said do not think we can not pay the debt, the debt we will pay, but a year later not paid, yes we bill again the debt, we pay the debt, instead they were angry, and said they wanted to hang out, and the way our house was sown with sand, then there was an explosion, and tomorrow my wife had itchy feet, and then there was decay, it just kept rotting, we once treated the doctor also free not healed, also I treat to the shaman, even a pretty shaman can come to the house, and in the land of my house told to dig, even, it turns out that in the ground there is a small 35 cm long pocong bag kayak, but it is strange.”

“Whatever how sir?”

“Sadly the package is alive, so run in the ground, the shape is like pocong-pocongan gitu, then I was told to dig another land, to block the direction of the run.”

“But, every time I stopped, the pocongs turned in another direction, and it did not pass through the barrel, but entered the ground, after a day of trying, and, pocong-pocongan can be caught all there are seven.”

“Wah in it is there a mouse? How can

run in the ground?” ask me frankly

feel surprised.

“Yes, I don't know Ian, every one of them

caught then directly inserted sagil

clay, but according to the shaman's explanation, he

can only get out the ones on the ground,

while the ones in the air are still there,”

“There are also those in the air? ” my.

“Iya no.”

“Lah then how can? If I don't know such science, science is weird.” I said

head bobbles.

“But the shaman suggested I ask the shaman

the other, who could bring out the one in the air, I was given the address, so I immediately looked for the shaman, and I asked for help, and the shaman wanted to, and then to my house, he

sitting in the middle of my house, burning

look, and green coconut, as well as bitter coffee.

Then the shaman for an hour meditated, then stood up and pulled something from the air, and the drawn was the mori cloth of the dead, until the work was completed.

But Ian, my wife, she's still not healed, and she's finally dead, now I'm the one with the disease my wife once had, every night in my house there is always an explosion and as if there is sand or dry land sprinkled, the sound is like a drizzle for a moment that, well how Ian, I ask you do’, so that the disease I suffered is cured and I do not relapse again.”

“This is now I give water first yes sir,

come here tomorrow afternoon, let me make it

fence of the house, from pebbles planted in the corner

home, let's not get sucked again, if

it's night.”

“Iya insaAlloh I will come tomorrow again.”

Then I give water to the healer

media do’a and her body fence.

skips...

Replace someone else to see me again an old man, walking limply, with a stick, which I know is named Mbah Mulyono. “What is mbah..?” I said to my 70-year-old grandfather.

“This is Ian, my leg hurts so much, it can't be used

pray jama’ah in the mosque, please treat.” said

mbah Mulyono while opening the scabbard.

“Try not to hold it ya mbah…! Try bended mbah, straightened, bent.” I said repeatedly as I channeled prana energy into the knee mbah Mulyono. Sound of sleepiness.

“Wadow lightly once.” says Mbah Mul.

Then I did it on the other leg, until

there was a clutch, a sign of shift

the bones have returned.

“How, enjoy mbah?”

“Iya tasty.”

“Try to use stand mbah.”

Mbah Mulyono also stood up, initially timid, but after feeling no pain he began to walk the hero wiri.

“I go home first huh Ian, thanks.”

“Iya mbah please, this is the stick is not carried

mbah?”

“Udah no need, just for you.” said Mbah

Mulyonos.

“Hehehe.

jama’nya.” said I drove the departure of Mbah

Mulyonos.

One more person came in, he I know is called kang Darwis. He's the richest man in his village that I know, when I was a kid, I used to buy kites with him.

“What's wrong Darwis?” my many.

“Yes like the others Ian, would like to ask for help

you.”

“What's the problem sir?”

“Later first Ian..”

“Why pack?”

“I just want to stare at you for a long time.”

“What's the matter sir?”

Seriate.....