Among Thousand Journeys

Cue through dreams

Until finally the knowledge of that person I unplug, and I forget, do not think, if the knowledge of that person I unplug then surely he will be difficult to get out of Aisyah's body, and sure enough, it is, when I told him to come out and I tried to get out I was overwhelmed and out of my mind, that guy I couldn't get out of, until he said.

“Let's help me out, I can't get out, help me, I'm not strong anymore, inside

very hot,”

While I myself have directed all my energy, I still cannot bring it out, until I myself am confused, what to do, until there is a whisper in my heart to ask for the strength of all my teacher's characters, until connecting to the Prophet, then I hold Aisha's hand, and I say’a so that Allah cleanses her body from the evil forces of the people in her body, and Alhamdulillah Aisha is free, and fully healed. Two days later I returned to Jakarta.

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If again the business of witchcraft and jinn, then usually the affairs back that came also like that, after the matter of Aisyah was finished, came again middle-aged women, he told me that experiencing pain had been a long time, he said, but likewise if examined to the doctor then there was no pain at all, he told me that had gone anywhere looking for a cure, but there was also no healing obtained, his name was Maslahah, according to the story, in his body there is often felt something that runs, do not know what it is, and the pain reaches all over the body, from the head, so that the eyes can not see, until the teeth also feel dislodged all, so that the teeth also feel dislodged, and his chest tight he said it was difficult to breathe, also if it stood then limp, and the strange thing in the parts of his skin there was a roundabout as wide as a blackened glass, and his itching was merciful.

I tried to hold his wrist, he immediately wanted to vomit, like Ayesha's disease, I thought. But after I tried to detect, it was strange that I did not feel any vibration, nor did he want to vomit again, only his body felt hot, he said, and the strange half an hour later on my wrist was black, as big as a marble, I was astonished, and I held the pain.

Just give me water, and thank God

the next day he sms he said the disease was no longer felt and his body was good, but two days later he came again, he said the disease was felt again, and I tried to give water again, and I tried to give water again, do not know how the next development, hopefully he recovered, and not relapse again the disease.

Actually Romadhon yesterday I got a lot of stories from Kyaiku, and also from my friends in Banten, when I went to Banten, but then the story was so many that I myself was confused to start and arrange how, because the story was in the form of a piece of the story, so it makes me confused to start starting the paper from where, where, hopefully next time I can put together this story that's on my mind.

In order to stop writing this soon I will write a story from my own experience side again, if every living human being is asked, have you ever dreamed in sleep? Of course all will answer ever, if this is to be honest, I can not escape also I have dreamed, and every dream is sometimes from Satan, and sometimes from the signal of God, telling me what is

will happen.

Maybe some of the friends who read will say, 'Who dreams are just talked about, yes it is natural, and I myself am not a person who likes to believe in dreams, either, but for some people maybe the dream is very much awaited, for example people who pursue gambling numbers that will come out, always

he likes to fiddle with dreams.

For example, when I helped a possessed Jakarta person get a shipment of genies inserted into his body, before I had dreamed that I would come to my house a woman who was delivered by several people, he said, and in the dream the woman was held, and strangely then the dream continued into a rice field and I saw an old man running in the trenches of the fields, who was chased by villagers and shouted at by the killer, and the man was walking down the road, the time of having the dream, I was not prejudiced, but after that came the woman in my dream, and from her story, and from her, after the genie in his body I asked, it turned out the answer was the same as my dream, which was about the man who walked the lame, as the person who

sending jinn and drowning into the body

the woman I helped, then I was more convinced, about the dream signal given by Allah, whether it was what his name was, at least I then knew what would happen, he said, even I know what the guy's running means in the rice field.

It was the man who worked in the fields, and the lame path was indeed the original course of the man because of his disfigurement, and pursued by the population is exactly the same as the story of the past of the man who was chased by the masses

murdered, accused of being a sorcerer.

Actually, I often had a dream that then there was an answer after the dream passed, it felt too long to be told, telling dreams every night, and then, then I will tell the story of this dream in the near future which then becomes a real story.

Actually, I myself did not try to translate my dreams, because I myself did not know about dream interpretation, he said, and obviously I never had a teacher's diploma of dreams and interpretations, so I never tried to translate the dreams I had, I let myself know after experiencing the real-world answers.

Romadhon yesterday I dreamt, in my dream I found, there was a monkey in my house, he did not enter the house but on the tile, on the roof, then there was a little boy of 1st grade he was followed by the ape and there was a little green snake wriggling in the stream of my house, while a black ape was hairy, the kutug's countryman, was, the one on the tile, the one on the roof, and in the dream I called out with a wave of my hand, and the monkey came down on my shoulder, and I told him to sleep on the bed, he said, just like that, the dream got there, there was no continuation, and I did not try to interpret what my dream meant until the night after imitating the taraweh, there came some people who brought a child of the age of 1st grade Junior High, in a state of possession, who brought some people, because his son was brought to my house in a state of being carried, in a state of being carried, I asked a rather old man.

“Why is this child Mr. Sarip.?” my question, while looking at the young child who was dumb, and silent a thousand languages, only his eyes were as beautiful as fear.

“This does not know mas kyai, possessed or what, which

obviously he did not eat, nor did he drink for 5 days, ” replied the man named Sarip.

“Then in the beginning how did it get like that?” my many.

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