Among Thousand Journeys

Proof of darma bakti

One goal then became the focus, the love of dhikr because of the love of the thought, a second did not mention the Alloh feeling of the heart like a hollow empty, and quieter quieter than the grave that was never visited.

Until I found the teacher, Kyaiku who is now, the long journey was like finding answers, what I fought for in the long process, it turned out to have been summarized in certain packages, he said, and his dhikr has been written neatly, no need to be difficult to go through a long process like me, like me,

Therefore, whoever practices the practice I give, and according to the instructions My Kyai has taught me, will receive the gift of Allah as bestowed upon me.

It is a simple and impassive practice, but still the guidance in the hands of God, although it looks simple in my eyes, is not necessarily easy in the eyes of others, too, because there is a direction in it.

I run a long search, and find the results of a simple process given by my teacher, no longer need to be difficult to train for years, even it seems to sometimes make people distrust, if it will run it, if it will run, because a process is so easy, it is also sometimes a constraint someone is not sure of the results to be obtained.

Because cooking is that easy to be the main person, so there is doubt because it still measures with possibility and itung - mathematical calculations.

Sometimes I deliberately make proofs to friends, how do’a diijabah it is not a fabrication, not a figment, if anyone is sick let me treat, free with do’a, not only, and that is not to be considered as a blessing, for I myself only did’a, Allohlah who waidza marid’u fahua yasmin, who cures all diseases if we are sick, Allohlah khoirorroziqin, Allah is the best giver of rizqi, who is the best giver, that we prove, we practice the reality together, so that our faith becomes a faith that is haqul yaqin, an unshakable belief.

Skips...

Suddenly I was very confused with Kyai, I then asked the santri who I knew his hp number, where Kyai was, and after waiting a long time, because meeting Kyai was being restricted, was being restricted, Kyai is on trial and not seeing anyone.

I was allowed to meet but had to wait two days at Ci*****, and was told to sleep first at the grave of Ci****, which is very haunted, village people usually do not dare to go to the haunted cemetery alone, and the cemetery is also located in the forest, sleeping in the cemetery in the middle of the forest, yes, just plain, for fear belongs only to the one who has no faith except the smile of the burning end.

I went to Pandeglang, and spent the night at the tomb. But just last night in the graveyard, Kyai had people pick us up, to meet.

And we glided to where Kyai lived, apparently in the home of Chinese converts to Islam, Ethnic Chinese converts, and I and my friends lived in that house, what I feel is how even though they are Chinese I feel the light of sincerity in their hearts radiating to every movement of their gerik take care of us Kyai santri, they are so eager to provide saur and open us, so open we are, and give me the surprises of the parcels that make my heart feel so far from their sincerity.

Kyai Pantesan who can read the hearts of others made the decision to stay in that person's house. And we are considered like brothers themselves, of course Kyai lives there, my blessings are also like the sun shining on the leaves, humans are also animals without distinction.

But unfortunately, Kyai is currently sick, and the pain this time is not the origin of ordinary pain, but the pain due to being denied, the existence of Kyai is very secret, the existence of Kyai is very secret, so that not everyone can easily meet him. Kyai called me into the private room reserved for her, I sat in an unofficial seat hearing her description.

“Kyai is sick Ian.., because he was gang-raped by.

many sorcerers all over Indonesia, which there are nine hundreds more sorcerers, if

if Kyai refuses, then Kyai really does not

delicious as Alloh, just given a trial like this, cook Kyai do not want, so all fine Kyai

accept, Kyai let it into the body, so that it can

making Kyai closer to Alloh,

now it's your job, another santri's job, too,

“Iya Kyai... I'm ready.” I replied, “With all my ability.”

“Ian.., now you treat Kyai, with all the power that you have, if Kyai self-healing is very easy, but it is time for the student to show obedience and care to a teacher, now when you prove darma baktimu.”

“Murid ready Kyai.., please Kyai always guide students, so that students can give their best.” I said.

“You pull the heat on my body, my body feels like it is boiled and burned with fire.” Kyai said.

I began to work on Kyai's healing in my own way, which Kyai taught me, whenever my hand was made to draw the evil force that had incubated on Kyai's body, then my hand up to the wrist feels hot like someone has chili. Also my arms are a bit flushed, because of the heat.

While from the pores of Kyai seeped out sweat mixed with blood, so that if rubbed with tissue then in the tissue there will be traces of clear blood, because of sweat mixed with blood, I could not imagine, I could not imagine, it feels like being stuck in a crooked

hundreds of people, I shed tears, if I imagine such a thing.

“Ya Alloh.

patience yes Alloh..” Kyai voice resisted the pain he suffered. Sounds repetitive.

Once upon a time the clothes and sarongs that Kyai wore had to be changed because it was wet with sweat, the sweat smelled of centipedes and scorpions, and the mattress was also given underneath

the newspaper was intermittently replaced, because it had

wet with sweat, while I was the hot part of Kyai's body, my hot reddened hands briefly stuck to the floor to neutralize the heat with the power of the earth core, if I lena a little, I stick it to the floor to neutralize the heat with the power of the earth core, and asleep in dhikr, I fell, struck by an unseen force.

“Kyai..., let me fence the house yes..” I said.

“Ya whatever you think is necessary and can, this has become the responsibility of santri... quarrel... ya Alloh give me a strong servant undergo.” responsibilities.

Kyai.

I walked out of the room and

preparing performances. When finished, then the pebble fence I planted in every corner of the house. After I planted, the atmosphere somewhat subsided, but only for a day and two days, so many were stuck, my pageant broke, even the outer wall of the house, was hit by the ambrol, already three walls were collapsed, to say it makes no sense, the reality happens.

Sometimes the kayak house was shaken by an earthquake, and I was struck by an unbearable force

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