Among Thousand Journeys

Hospital

“Iya.. also because of this village which

previously haunted, now adem ayem, I am very grateful, although panjengan greeting myself, but my inner eyes are not

can be lied to.”

“Ya already if so Mbah, ndak need to be spread

expand, make the secret of panjenengan wae, wae,

monggo my wife is being massaged.” I said

tranquilize atmosphere.

“Ooo nggih-nggih, monggo nduk, I flinch, I,

tomorrow-tomorrow if you want to massage, mbok call

of course, surely I came.” explained mbah Sri.

“Yo can not be so to mbah, panjenengan old, it is appropriate that need, the young

come.”

“Yes can't be like that, that's my name

have upload upload, la panjenengan the ruler of my village, cook me who andahan, his people visited by the leader of his village. Yes the name is not takdzim, no respect.” clearly Mbah Sri while her hands agilely memijit Husna.

Repot too, I fell silent.

Indeed, since sa’at Mbah Sri often come home, offering to massage my family,

and sometimes come carrying bananas one bunch.

I was forbidden, but still came.

He hasn't been here in a long time, and I want to

squealing Husna, I came to his house, it turned out he was sick, there were two months just lying in bed, saw me coming he immediately woke up, then said. “My medicine has come, monggo ngger, I pijit.” he said.

“I'm the one who wants to be kneaded, the one I want to massage my wife,”

“Ndak not, this is for me, I'm sick, and

the medicine is mijit panjenengan,” said Mbah Sri.

“La how strange mbah?” many wonder.

“What a genius does not see, I have two

moon can not get out of bed because of illness, this longengan come, I immediately brigas.”

Mbah Sri clearly showed his body.

“Why is that weird?” wonder I don't think.

I had to be stomped, even if I didn't get in

my logic, but indeed after that mbah Sri

healthy fresh fit.

He often asked to be allowed to massage me, so that he was healthy, yes I do it, as long as I can

helpful to help others, massage

also delicious.

The journey of humans to get closer to Allah as Robbnya, actually not far, becomes far because of the more diverse desires lust, the more

desired by lust, pleasure

the contentment, whether the satisfaction of dzahir or the satisfaction of the mind, the further the journey must be taken to go to God.

All those years, which the man passed

the ocean of his satisfaction, which passed

man is an arid field, his greed for pleasure.

If only man would give up all kinds of desires, want to be praised, want to be exalted, want to be respected, want to have

position and rank, rank in front

man, or the rank before God, then if all has not been the dwelling of all kinds of desires, when Nur Makrifat it passes in the field of human hearts that are clean of desires, the, then the light will grow all kinds of plants of knowledge and wisdom.

It is not necessary for man to be a saint, or

learning to be powerful, Allah is more powerful than

everything He created, and wafadholallohu

ba’dokum ala ba’din, Alloh it will give a variety of gifts of virtue, to the servant

one from the other servant, according to the level

his fear, and his devotion is measured according to the degree of sincerity, and sincerity is there because of understanding and knowing, if he is not sincere then there is no value of a degree of weight of worship, and the sincerity is there,

And to be a mukhlisin or a person

what is sincere is not enough for two days of the heart

rubbed, because of the tendency of lust to rule the heart, and coupled with the evil spirits or whispers that plant the seed of the virus, will flourish, if what humans eat then is something forbidden.

No one ma’sum and awake

of deceit, except the Prophet Muhammad SAW.

And we as ordinary people, are often gullible.

Deceived by prejudice and uncertainty.

Like the Prophet Muhammad when he was met by Gabriel

in many forms, the Prophet was not deceived

Sometimes we are met by

the shadow in the dream, a person wearing a cloak, then we think it is a guardian, but the devil is very easy to resemble in any form, to deceive human power, so that we then run amaliyah no longer

because looking for Ridho Alloh, but because

obey the man in the robes.

That night I raced again, this time north from my village.

Kite over the city, then I see

like a black aura hanging in the air, covering an area, I tried

approaching, and I entered the house turned out to be a hospital, for there were many patients, to which I was astonished that there were so many ghosts wandering in the hospital, from the image of the cross hanging on the wall, I thought this must be kr*** hospital****.

I passed through the hallways of the hospital, and every ghost that met me screamed

then he ran away, there was a woman in white, there was

only the head, there are people whose bodies are full

blood, and so on, if I call them one by one

it doesn't feel like it's gonna be finished all day.

Suddenly a ghost dressed as a priest

olden days or present days I don't know,

he was dressed in black, with

sash on the shoulder, and there's a white collar on the

her neck.

He's confronting me.

“Stop, get out of here, you make

residents here all overheated.” he said, while

he pointed the cross at me.

“I'm just passing by here, how do you think I'm making the residents here overheated?” my many.

“It's like that.” snapped.“How could I have made you

getting hot?” I said still astonished.

“The reality is like that, I don't know either,

are you the spirit of the dead?” ask the priest.

“I? I'm not dead.” I said.

“Then why did you get into our nature? ”

tanyakanya.

“I take off sukma.” I explained.

“Now you're gone, you make

this whole place is like burning.” he said

like withstanding pain.

“If I don't want to?”

“Then I will kick you out.” he said as his index finger lifted.

And strangely from his index finger came out a flash

electricity is like a little lightning, attacking me, fortunately

I remember I was a friend, I jumped

drifting away avoiding his attack, which

hit the wall and caused a dahshad bang.

Woe to this priest, I remember, said

Kyaiku, if in the supernatural if you want to

what it takes out then just think about

one dhikr and imagines what we want out of hand.

So I did that and imagined a bolt of lightning coming out of my hand, and subhanalloh, really a blinding bolt of lightning coming out of my hand, darting out like a flash of lightning in the sky towards the priest, he dodged until it rolled on the floor, and the tip of his shirt was struck immediately into powder

dust.

I was astonished, and saw the middle of the site

my hand is emitting smoke.

Suddenly some priests came, there were around

seven men, and simultaneously attacked me..

I was pushed to the iron door and place

guardianship.

I was still fighting for power, and striking each other with lightning, until I finally

pushed out the fence.

Seriate........