Among Thousand Journeys

Ki Cempli's

At least I have completed directing Husna in one step.

During his day I began to become a priest

mosque, and fill in the dawn study.

My life was very relaxed, and all

just smooth.

Taqdir it is a provision of Allah, has been

outlined and no one can evade, and anyone does not know the taqdirnya, even if

it's bad, no one knows,

But keep in mind that Allah made taqdir, then Allah is also able to change, we are humans if we do not rely on Allah, what if we are destined to be bad, what if we are destined to be bad,

So do’a us, our request that Alloh

make the bad good.

Do’a the sword of the Muslim, Addu’a’u syaiful muslimin, try to imagine the sword that has not been finished, the sword if you want to be used as a sword, then chosen the superior iron, the best quality, the best quality, then the iron is burned to be easily formed, beaten until the iron becomes the desired shape.

If the iron is not burned it will be difficult to form, and if it has been formed then

sharpened repeatedly, so that the iron becomes a sword that when used to cut anything will be easily cut.

Between us who are swords themselves, with us

holding a sword is different, man

it had become a sword, then its eyes were a sword, its heart a sword, its hand a sword and its will a sword.

We are the sword, we are the one to wear

berdo’a, not the person who reads do’a, not,

“Berdo’a-KU”, command word berdo’a

and do’a like a unit that does not

be separated.

So we are the ones that should be formed

being a sharp do’a.

Our passions are burned, desires are

blazing at what we want, it's

burned, so that the desire of the heart can be directed

on that which is not lust, we burn

with my man, we are wrought with no worship

stop, so that the personality is directed at

the will of the Khaliq is manifested in all movements and behaviors, so that people can not distinguish anymore,

We worship or not being worship, because every movement has all worship, like people have not seen the shape of iron, all have become the form of a sword.

Forming themselves into a capable sword, then handed over to the master who

mumpuni, do not leave it to the handyman

making bread, it could become a sword

the mushy.

The self is formed into do’a spirit and its body,

then the self is handed over to a mature teacher in his field.

So that self-formation is achieved by

maximum, after self to be do’a, then

honed, see the person who sharpens

sword, his hand back and forth, the same self

doing istiqomah, dhikr done repeatedly, if only scrimped then the sword although sharp fast, will also be a light iron, easily broken, but if honed, there will be a buildup of elements, the, it is a strong and sharp sword.

If the self is honed with repeated practice

repeat yourself, then you will be as sharp as a sword

in berdo’a.

That's the theory I practice, and it's relentless,

day night doing the practice. A man then does not mean no impact on our surroundings, very large impact.

First, there began to be khodam from lucky objects that began to come there were passing dreams, there were

also that directly comes with human-like embodiment.

Until I memorized anywhere various locations

wesi aji, or lucky stone, even if I

passing by, someone fell let me take it, but

unfortunately I am not at all interested in such things, even though the most powerful keris is given to me, then there is not the slightest interest in my heart, for me it is quite Godly to be my helper.

All the jinn, the angels, it's all the same mahluq-

His creation, all limited by

limitations, but if the Alloh is unlimited and

so that all the khodam that came to me refused, until one night I tried to circle the area of Pekalongan.

Just got out of my area, in a storm

sukma, I was confronted by a blue veiled woman, with an open belly, similar

egyptian belly dancer.

I know he is a genie, too,

“Do not pass my area.” he said while blocking.

“Why?” my many.

my fruit is hot,” he explained while angry.

“The heat is none of my business, if you don't want to overheat, why don't you step aside?”

“I and all my people have been for hundreds of years

stay here, and be undisturbed, but after

you came, we were very tormented.” he said.

“Hm... so what do you want?”

“You should leave this area.”

“Mana can be so.!”

“If you don't want to go then you will be me

destroy.”

“If you can please.” I said.

Then he attacked me with a wave

the shawl, but I don't know always

his shawl was mental, and always he screamed, he screamed,

and I did nothing.

“You seem to have knowledge, wait I will call my father.” he said.

“Ya please, I will wait here.” I said

quieter.

He left. and a little later came again,

with a short, bald-headed man, and

just a paw, while his chest is naked.

“This is dad, the man who made our area

being hot.” is obviously a woman who

attacked me before.

“This is it?” the old man said, suddenly,

the world is as dark as the sun

extinguished.

And I say dhikr, then the world is on fire

revert.

“Hm indeed he is quite knowledgeable.” the man said to his son,

“You step aside, let bopo conquer it.”

said the old man, while I was silent

wait around.

“Young people, you know, your whereabouts in the area

it has made my area hot, then you

I'll take a prisoner and I'll take him to my prison.”

said the old man I recently knew

kyai Cempli.

Kyai Cempli it's the call of the village lord in

next to my village, it's about the distance from my village

one kilo meter, at the border of the paddy fields.

Kyai Cempli attacked me

a strange attack, his hands were like a mouth

elongated, and caught my hand, then

his body was immediately behind me,

so that my hand is pulled back crossed between the left hand and the right hand.

Also my feet are pulled backwards.

Strangely my body is also in such a room,

so Husna tried to fix the location

my hands and feet are bending.

While I tried to fight as much as I could, but the dhikr that I used to lafadzkan could not also release me, either,

Anyway I tried to escape

keep my hands and feet locked, until I

feel the whisper from Kyaiku, I must

recite one dhikr.

And I followed the advice, I said

dhikr that, and immediately hold Kyai Cempli

regardless, and he rolled on the ground asking

forgive me, and repeatedly if I recite

lafadz then Kyai Cempli screamed for mercy,

“Ampuuun…! Do not pronounce asthma a’dzom that I am not strong, ampuuun.!” kyai Cempli said shrieking.

“You gave up no?” my many.

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