THE MYSTERY BEHIND THE SPIRIT

Mystery 1

 

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Some people in this world no one can have a complete sense of security. Including me yes .maybe. Since I studied and studied psychology, listened to many stories of people with mental disorders, and when I managed to heal their souls in pain, I felt that my soul was the problem, I feel mentally ill.

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Ade greeted me with a milk bottle thrown at me. And the throw was right on my forehead, this is not the first, in a day it can be up to 3 times He pelt me with the round tube.

My wife Lisa just doesn't comment what. The 32-year-old woman was just engrossed in her minced chicken. Lisa was used to throwing Ade bottles, so she didn't respond when Ade did it to me.

If Ade my 2-year-old son doesn't throw the bottle, he's already asleep.

I took the milk bottle and put it on the fridge. My gaze turned instantaneously to a small fold of paper on top of the refrigerator. I'll grab it right away and put it in my pants pocket. Lisa noticed me but did not ask or comment.

I passed Ade who was busy playing with his toys, in a baby box. I didn't want to play with her all day, because I don't think she's a baby anymore. As he looked at me and also called me "Papa ..." I just smiled, without approaching and I left.

Lisa and Ade are not like most mothers and children in general. Lisa was so cold to Ade, I don't know what she was acting like. Finally I decided to take Ade's care completely I took over. Maybe Lisa has a disease, yeah that's just my thinking.

At that time when we finished giving birth to our first child who was none other than Ade, Lisa returned to work as usual without having a sense of responsibility for Ade. Because on the other hand I also have busyness in the end I entrust the care of Ade to the Baby sister.

" Where's Pa going, you?" lisa stopped my steps as I was leaving.

" Go away for a minute" I replied.

I walked quickly to the clinic, which is not far from home. Near the park area, the building is two-story and faces west. From the glass window in that place, I could see the sunset.

This is where I work to support my wife and children. M.Psi. was the title that was behind my name, and it turned out to be enough to make me make a profit every day. With the status behind my name, I can realize the dreams and imaginations that exist in every corner of my brain.

Today I'm off, there's no activity here. And I expressed my intention to go upstairs. I took the small fold of paper from the pocket of the pants, on the waiting room bench that is usually occupied by the patient and his family.

The paper was very scuffed and sticky, probably exposed to milk or drink. A small inscription ' 0,1,2,3,5,8,13..."

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According to the data I get, which is about 26 million people in Indonesia suffer from mental disorders.50 % million people experience depression. And some of them have come to my clinic. Telling all the complaints that are in their brains and souls.

Depression in divided into two, 1 because of trauma and 2 because of special depression. And what came to me were those who were depressed specifically, which is where they were depressed because of a disorder that came from a subtle-being.

Some of them feel alienated from the real world, but others can still live normally even though they are pursued by fear. Their heads are full of ghosts, mysteries, and they feel excommunicated in their surroundings.

Dialogue, that's the technique I'm doing right now that I'm doing, to ease the mental burden and psychological disorders of patients. I told them to form a circle, and I joined the circle.

I asked my patients to talk, to tell me about the life problems they were facing.

My technique, it is simple that all people with special depression need to be heard, and we must help him by listening. A normal person always wants to share and tell stories to release all the burdens he feels, so that hundreds of kilos on the shoulders will be reduced. Especially with those with mental disorders.

They really need a place to pour out their hearts, anxiety, discomfort and also the desire that they have been craving.

This circle temporarily consists of only 3 people, I, Agus(my employee), and Iwan(patient). In every session Agus I participated. I really need it if at any time there is a problem when therapy is ongoing.

The three of us sat in a room that I was special to therapy. The lights of the room that I intentionally made dim. Samar, I saw a large red-eyed figure, who set his gaze at where the three of us were. The creature breathed heavily, and it was seen that the creature was sticking out its tongue like thirst.

The numbers that we put together form this circle are magical numbers, with the arrangement of those numbers I will use for soul healing therapy. Souls living with the interference of subtle beings.

My patient's patient has a special mental problem. Some of them are friends with ghosts, activities with spirits, and some are in contact with subtle creatures every day. Seeing my patient's condition alone made me shudder in horror. Their habit of meeting subtle creatures makes them look creepy not much different from the ghost alone.

I was still focusing my mind on the circle, I asked Agus and Iwan to join hands and close their eyes, set their breath and focus.

" Set your breath as calm as possible ...! I will lead you. Breathe in slowly, hold for 5 seconds, exhale ....Breathe in slowly .. hold, exhale. Breathe in slowly, hold, exhale." I lead the two men. I repeat my words until I am sure they are ready to go to the next stage.

After their breath is completely regular I please they open their eyes and must be in a state of calm and focused mind.

" Iwan, please tell me about the problems that you have experienced and you have faced so far, to get you in this position" I exclaimed.

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***Tag of death***

 

Iwan began to tell.

Do you know what people who face death feel?? the second of his life will soon be over. Pain .. yes that's how it feels, when the spirit starts to separate from the body, it may feel the body is skinned and also in sayat with a sharp knife.

Death, is a fate that cannot be changed, anywhere and however is a sad thing. But so far no one knows exactly how the process of retraction of the spirit occurs.

The man with Javanese Chinese descent looked at me with wide eyes.

" Have you ever had a torpor?" ask me.

Iwan nodded, and began to continue the story.

" I was in the room. I saw my parents sleeping in chairs. Suddenly my brother came in a hurry, straight to the ward. Someone lying there, he had been in a coma for some time and was conscious, his body was thin and dry disease that had been eating away at his body since 2 years. My brother cried, it was hard to see him so bitterly beside the patient's bed. I slowly approached my brother, hoping that he would feel a little at ease with my presence beside him. I stroked his arm, but he kept crying, and continued to kiss someone with tears.

But it turned out to be the stiff face of someone. Isn't that my face?! Oh, my God, am I dead??

Why did I leave my own body??

" Brother .. Brother ..." but Brother kept crying, he didn't hear me call him.

I touched her, I hugged her body, I grabbed her hair. My sister did not respond at all. Why is it like this?

" What is it that torments you now?" my many.

"I can see signs of death in someone. Even I have seen several times how the process of separating the spirit from the body." Reply Iwan. And then he went back to his story.

 

It started a few months ago, after a long coma and almost took my life. I was driving a car by myself. When I saw the biker in front of me, my vision was blocked by a thin mist of blue ash\-blue.

 

The same color I had seen when I was in the mountains, at sunset. A few hours before I had an accident.

At first I thought my eyes were blurry because of the exhaustion, all day in front of my laptop. I tried to look around me, but there was no fog and saw the biker again. The thin fog was still very clearly visible circling it. Strange to me.

Then after the red light up ahead turned green, the biker stuck his accelerator. From the left direction a pickup car drove at high speed, chasing the green light still lit up in the pickup driver's vision.

BRAAA!!!!

Sreeeeeeeett !!!!

Even the death collision cannot be avoided. The biker was bouncing very far away. The helmet that was on his head came loose and his body was entangled on the hot asphalt.

The pickup driver immediately marginalized his vehicle and looked very shocked. The biker died on the spot bathed in blood.

 

1 Week after that day, I went back to experiencing something strange. At the time I was having breakfast, I noticed the whole body of Bu Asih, my housemaid, emitting a gray light. It was exactly like the fog I saw on the biker's body back then.

 

At the time I didn't care what I just saw. But after a few hours, how surprised I was when I got the news that Bi Asih died, because he slipped in the bathroom, and finally died.

Shock, that's what I've been through and I'm starting to think long, about two similar events that happened after that strange vision. Why would I see such a strange vision, in a person who is about to die?

Confused, confused, confused and confused that's what I feel. And I dare not tell anyone. I just thought it was a coincidence and it would never happen again.

When I didn't understand what was happening, a few days later I saw the gray fog again. But this time it was one of my friends, Mayang. At that time we were waiting for the lecturer to come. The light/grey fog was slightly brighter in color, compared to the previous 2 events. I don't know what the difference means either.

I talked to him, I looked at him and I noticed Mayang's face, but I didn't see a face sign of a sick person, I even saw him freshly fit. We even had time to plan about the upcoming Graduation, not a bad thought at that time.

A few days later I still met with Mayang on campus, but strangely I can still see clearly the fog, which is like attached to Mayang's body.

At that time I was very grateful because my views were wrong, thinking all of it was not real.

But baby, what I was afraid of finally happened. When graduation took place, Mayang's seat was empty, until the event ended and Mayang ta visit came. And when I was coming home, I got word that Mayang had an accident on the way to college. The car he was driving hit the highway until it hit an electric pole, Mayang was finally killed instantly at the scene.

I was so shocked at the time, I was so shocked and devastated by the incident. Why did Mayang have to leave so soon?

And why should I experience and see the sign of death? And why is everything that happens to people who are near me??

Since that incident, the departure of Mayang.

Making me not dare to look at people directly, I do not want to see the light/grey fog again. I'm really scared.

Some days I locked myself in my room, I was scared. All my family members were confused by the changes I had, they worried about my situation. They saw me very depressed and more silent and shut up. When they talked and asked, I kept quiet. It's not that I just don't dare tell them the truth, or anyone else. I'm really scared.

The family was very worried about my situation getting chaotic, I finally dropped.

I was rushed to the hospital, for treatment. But instead of getting healthier, I got more depressed, because there I actually saw a lot of that gray light.

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