Thursday, November 30, 2006
LIFE - Mind Of A Mankind - Chapter Seven
THE SPIRITS
OF
JAVA
"Papi, why is it Heru is err..err..err..here and Papi overthere?"
He has difficulty in asking me this question because he did
not know how to explain it to me. I understood his question.
"Well, if God were to make all of us live in the same world,
the world would be full and congested. That is why God
created two worlds for us," was my reply.
Heru questioned me (Bali, 1994)
Note: The word "Cak" or "Mas" means Brother and "Mbak" means Sister or Miss or Misses in English. "Mbah" means an elderly person or Grandparent.
They were Muslim family. Cak Pur and Mbak Rani were very kind towards us. They had a son name Iwan. Cak Pur's was in his late forties and Mbak Rani was in her mid-thirties when I met them. Iwan was around three years old. This couple was a close relative to Yani's landlord in Jakarta. So, at the end, we turned to them for their help. They helped us to get married somewhere late September 1992 and at the same time we had changed our identity.
While staying with them, I learned from Yani that Mbak Rani was a spiritual healer. In "Bahasa Indonesia" or Indonesian language, they are called "Dukun". In layman termed is called "Orang Pintar" or clever person in the art of supernatural healings and sometimes witchcrafts. She also rendered her special gift to people who were in need. I learned that her spirit followers or the "Djinns" were sort of different from what I had witnessed and seen in Singapore. They had identified themselves as Mbah Eton (female), Mas Noh (male), Mbak Seri (female), Mastro (male), Mbak Mary (female) and there was a Baby entity that I was not so sure whether it was a male or female because I did not asked Mbak Rani herself or Cak Pur. It never came to my mind.
Mbah Eton was the decease mother of Mbak Rani. Mas Noh and Mbak Seri were like the children of Mbah Eton. They were very obedient to Mbah Eton. Mastro was a mute entity who was jovial. Mbak Mary was an entity from Surabaya, who supposedly had committed suicide and came to live together with Mbah Eton and her family. And lastly, the Baby entity and the name was unknown to me. They were the souls of decease human beings. In Islamic teachings, there is no such things as a communication with the dead. That was something that I was taught in Islam, which was impossible. In the past when I was still a Muslim, I thought that those mediums who had communicated with the dead were all frauds. So did not pay much attention to it until I met Mbak Rani.
The spirit followers of Mbak Rani from the unseen realm had never asserted that they were the "Djinns", which were mentioned in the Islamic Teaching. They had never claimed that they were the "Djinns" from under the sea or the Fairies from the sky or the Malay "Pendekar" (martial art warriors) like those "Djinns" from Singapore. When we conversed with them, we talked to them as though they were normal human beings. We addressed them by their own 'human' names without the grand epithet titles of "Dewi" (Fairy) or "Pendekar" unlike with the spirit followers of the "Bomohs" in Singapore. Mbah Eton flatly told us who she was and had been to Mbak Rani and Mbak Mary told my wife Yani that she had committed suicide in Surabaya for reason which was unknown to me. Perhaps Yani knew about it but she did not disclose it to me and I did not even bother to query too at that time, which I am now regretting. Mas Noh, Mbak Seri and Mastro did not mention to Yani and I about themselves for reasons they alone could answer. They loved to joke to Yani in Javanese language and I would listen to their conversation. Then later, Yani would translate it to me. Once they came in the evening, then they immediately smelled Mbak Rani's clothing and body. They made unpleasant and funny expressions, complaint that it was very smelly and reminded us to informed Mbak Rani to take a bath first prior their coming to meet us. That day, Mbak Rani had not taken her bath and changed her clothing the whole day. We laughed when we saw their reactions and heard their funny remarks. And they had laughed too, together with us.
I wonder why those spirits or "Djinns" in the unseen realm in Singapore and in fact in Malaysia too, do not disclosed their true identities until they have to lie to us humans?
Cak Pur had told us that he had a wife before he got married to Mbak Rani. His first wife had died in childbirth at the padi fields alone during his absence. The child was supposed to be his first son but both the mother and child did not survive the ordeal. He and his first wife had lived in the same house that he and Mbak Rani had lived in. He told us that the house brought many memories to him about his decease first wife. Initially after his first wife death, he had thought about selling it but then Mbak Rani came into his life and he decided to stay. That house of his was built with the hands of his first wife too and they had slowly built it for their future life together and children. Both of them, grew up from the same village and they had known each other since they were children. Mbak Rani, his second wife, was from Surabaya and Cak Pur met her when Cak Pur was in Surabaya while shopping for his farming equipments and supplies.
Mbak Rani was able to call upon her decease mother at her own will. She would lie down on a bed to close her eyes. I was unsure whether she was unconscious or conscious for when she woke up, she seemed normal as usual but her behaviours and the way she spoke would be entirely different from her normal self. Then Mbah Eton and the rest of them would take control of Mbak Rani's physical body. When they had possessed Mbak Rani's physical body, these spirits could actually get up and walked to the toilet when nature's call for it, just like any ordinary living human beings. Perhaps, they could feel that Mbak Rani's physical body needed to go to the toilet and they were helping her to do just that. We could hear the water being splashed in the bathroom. I did not know exactly know why or how they could do that but that was something I (or maybe you) had never witnessed before because normally I had thought that possessed humans would be unable to do that. I had never seen that kind of action done by a possessed human being or by a spirit in Singapore or in Malaysia. I was really amazed by the spirits action.
We spoke to them in Javanese or 'Bahasa' Indonesia language and they would usually advised my second wife, Yani, and I to be happy with our new life. Mbah Eton had always advised Yani to be a good wife. Once, Mbah Eton had advised us that it was more important to seek happiness and wealth was not difficult to find because we could look for it. The spirit entity Mbak Mary and the rest had always conversed with Yani too. When the spirit entity of a Baby came, we left it alone. This infant entity acted like any human baby would behave. I had thought that maybe this spirit entity was the child of Mbak Seri. And this Mbak Seri might be the decease soul of Cak Pur's first wife. But I just let it be for I was ignorant of life after death knowledge back then.
Once Mbak Rani wanted to call Mbah Eton because she was sad. Prior to Mbah Eton's visits, Yani had sensed there were flower fragrance emanating within the house, wafting through the air.
Once Mbak Seri had demonstrated to us her ability of vanishing a Rp1000 Indonesian currency in front of Yani and I. We watched her every moved that she made very carefully and closely. To Yani and I, it was not a tricked or an illusion. Mastro too did the same thing with a Rp20000 Indonesian currency. I had never witnessed a spiritual healer performed that kind of ability in Singapore or Malaysia. I had only witnessed that kind of trick from the magicians. Mbak Rani was not a magician but an ordinary woman who could be possess by many spirit entities from the unseen realm.
Their method was simple. They had rolled the currencies with two hands, rubbing it until it became like a thin long scroll. The two ends of the currency that jagged out from their right hand would then be folded inside their right hands. Their left hand was over their right hand. Then they would blow it slowly about 3 to 4 inches in front of their mouth and then opened up both hands. They even opened their mouth. The currencies vanished. Probably we got ripped off by those two spirit entities or Mbak Rani herself by this tricked. Perhaps Mbak Rani needed some cash but I doubted it for Mbak Rani was not that kind of lady. Mastro did asked for money from us because he mentioned that he wished to go Irian Jaya Province and he said that usually walked to that far distance province. We did not asked him why he needed that Rp20000 and we had thought that the spirit world needed money too. Hence, he had shown us the similar vanishing money act similar to Mbak Seri.
Cak Pur told Yani and I that each time when his wife had treated someone with spiritual healing, money were offered and usually the money would be given to the spirits personally and they would make the money disappeared. Whenever Cak Pur or Mbak Rani were really in need of money, then the spirits would give them the money. They wanted both of them to work for a living like any ordinary human beings.
Mas Noh once had told Yani and I that he had plenty of cash and among them, Mbah Eton had the most. In fact Mbah Eton's cash had filled up a whole room. When I heard that, I asked him whether he would loan me some cash should I requested for it from him. He said he would. Then I persisted on about my questioned further about the loan, whether he would really loan me some cash. I saw there was anger in his face expression as though I had disbelieved him. He had stared at me and I did not asked him for the cash loan or to proof to me that he could do that. I let him go. We were guests and I did wish to offend our host.
Once I had seek Mas Noh's assistance to inform my own mother in Singapore about my good health and well being. He agreed to it. Upon returning, he told us that he disliked Singapore environment because the spirits in the spiritual world there were snobbish and unfriendly. He disliked the water there too because to him it tasted funny. I think he was so used to well water instead of tap water from the reservoirs. He met a beautiful young spirit woman wearing orange attires at my parent's flat. She was unfriendly and she was a stuck-up. However, he had complimented about the large windows at my parent's flat. He claimed to have travelled there by a ship.
Two days later, I called my own mother in the middle of the night whether she had dreamt anything. She replied to me that she did. She saw a Javanese man wearing a black headdress or 'Songkok' and she woke up. Then she immediately told my father about her dream. Well, each time when Mas Noh came to meet us, he would request for the black headdress to wear on his head.
My mother had told me that she had consulted and seek the helped from her spirit followers from the unseen world and it was not easy for her to ask for their helped in protecting me in Indonesia. She had to fast for seven days before they relented to her request. She told me that Busu had agreed to help me in Indonesia. Later Busu came through Mbak Rani's physical body to meet Yani and I. He seemed angry at Yani for being involved with me even though she knew I was a married man. He sort of disliked Yani's attitude towards me, especially when she was being stubborn when I had tried to console and comfort her or when she was unhappy with the situations that we were facing together. He came to meet me many times through Mbak Rani. Once he had encouraged me to eat more and told me in his mute gesturings not be unhappy about my life.
Surprisingly, sometimes he spoke and sometimes he made himself like a mute. Maybe Mbak Rani heard Busu's whisperings and she had told me exactly what Busu wanted me to do. Maybe it was Busu himself and maybe it was Mastro. Both of them were mute spirit entities and they both had funny characteristics and behaviours. Which come to the question here. Whether Busu was Busu or Mastro or other spirit entities that could act like Busu's characteristics and behaviours? When my mother had informed me that Busu willingness to help me, I did not mention it to Yani or Mbak Rani or Cak Pur. A few days later when Mbak Rani was in the altered state of consciousness, Mbah Eton told me that my mother's spirit follower, Busu, was with her. Busu wanted to meet and conversed with me. True enough Busu came and met me and he was the usual Busu that I knew in the past with his familiar characters and behaviours. I had followed his mute gesturings and the stories he had told me about my mother in the past and also at that present time. He gestured to me about the things I did that only I had known. Yani was ignorant of my past for I did not tell so much about my past life. That I gathered was to show to me that he was really Busu and not some other spirit entities. I confirmed it and it was Busu. How did Mbak Rani could have known about Busu when I did not even mention to her or Yani or Cak Pur about Busu?
Mbak Rani had mentioned to us that some neighbours had thought that she was mad and she knew about it but she had ignored about their gossips. Most psychic practitioners would face this kind of humiliation. I had met her personally and observed her characters and behaviours while I was living with them for two months. She was normal and rational in dealing with her daily routines as a wife and a mother. She communicated with us general things like any normal and sane people would. She did not talk about her spirit followers from the unseen realm until we asked her. And she did not discussed about religion matters to us though she was pious. And she did not complaint to us about her hardship life as a farmer too. Cak Pur and Mbak Rani were very contented couple, who were happy with their life as farmers without so much wealth. They were a happy family.
Mbak Rani's was like my own mother and it was not because of their assistance that they had rendered to Yani and I that I made this assertion. I had observed her and saw her functioning like any woman would and she was a kind hearted woman that was willing to help anybody who genuinely needed her help. We did give them some cash for their assistance but it was not the main reason they were kind to us. The cash offer did not influence their daily lives. They were not 'money-face' human beings that many of you thought was inherent in every Indonesians. They were sincere and honest people.
I knew it was illogical for spirits to have money in their world but to some of us who believe in the unseen world seriously, they would believe it. Chinese with Taoism faith believes in burning hell banknotes for their decease ancestors or loved ones in Hereafter for their lives to be happy in the unseen world. So when Mas Noh told me that Mbah Eton and himself having so much money in their world, I just left that information as it was. As for the Muslims, they believes that in another world where Djinns live, they have all the things we have too in our world of mankind. If you asked me now whether I believed or disbelieved, I would say I disbelieved them now. Why they had lied to me back then? I would say that they used my Islamic Belief and they told me accordingly to what I had been taught in my Islamic Faith back then. And for your information, this included my own late mother's spirit followers from the spirits world. They used that kind of information to make you believed in your belief in them that were mentioned in my former faith or your religion. I believed them back then and I was so convinced with their stories maybe because the Djinns existence is stated in the Holy Qur'an.
When Mbah Eton told us that she was the decease mother of her own living daughter, Mbak Rani, I did not ponder about it so much but I had just thought about it as a passing statement that maybe acclaimed by a Muslim Djinn or a Spirit. Anyway, back then, I was too ignorant about the higher learning pertaining to the soul existence and the world of spirits.
I would compare it something like when a Christian that experiencing the anointment of the Holy Spirit and he or she begins to speak in tongue, in a state of rapture with God's Grace upon them. Then the Holy Spirit would speak in foreign languages and it would advise to the audiences around them and the listeners would believe the Holy Spirit's words as God's messages to them.
The Taoists believed in their temple mediums who could be possess by their gods or deities and they believed in the predictions or the remedies for illnesses offered by the temple mediums without any doubts. It was something like that for me back then.
Whether we should see those people who spoke in tongue or as a medium or as a messenger of god, as a possession or as in an altered state of consciousness or as a split personality, it is up to each individual of you to find out for yourself. We have to do our own research work on these mysterious matters which I strongly believe that everyone of us wish to know more, like a 'scientist'. It would help us to understand more about the mysterious things about the souls, ghosts, evil spirits, good spirits, devils, angels and God. After you have gathered all your supposedly aspect of facts finding, you probably would be unafraid of them in your life anymore. In many cases too it would help you to have a stronger faith within your religion and God. Probably it would help you to erase the blind faith elements that you have had within yourself in the past. Then that experience would change you into a new person. To become a new person, it requires you to challenge your own fear and only after you have surmounted your own fear, then you would be prepare to change your perception about your own life and perhaps on others too. You would change and come out from your own circled-barrier world and see things with a wider scope as though you have seen the world for the first time, just like when you were born to the physical world for the first time.
OF
JAVA
"Papi, why is it Heru is err..err..err..here and Papi overthere?"
He has difficulty in asking me this question because he did
not know how to explain it to me. I understood his question.
"Well, if God were to make all of us live in the same world,
the world would be full and congested. That is why God
created two worlds for us," was my reply.
Heru questioned me (Bali, 1994)
Note: The word "Cak" or "Mas" means Brother and "Mbak" means Sister or Miss or Misses in English. "Mbah" means an elderly person or Grandparent.
They were Muslim family. Cak Pur and Mbak Rani were very kind towards us. They had a son name Iwan. Cak Pur's was in his late forties and Mbak Rani was in her mid-thirties when I met them. Iwan was around three years old. This couple was a close relative to Yani's landlord in Jakarta. So, at the end, we turned to them for their help. They helped us to get married somewhere late September 1992 and at the same time we had changed our identity.
While staying with them, I learned from Yani that Mbak Rani was a spiritual healer. In "Bahasa Indonesia" or Indonesian language, they are called "Dukun". In layman termed is called "Orang Pintar" or clever person in the art of supernatural healings and sometimes witchcrafts. She also rendered her special gift to people who were in need. I learned that her spirit followers or the "Djinns" were sort of different from what I had witnessed and seen in Singapore. They had identified themselves as Mbah Eton (female), Mas Noh (male), Mbak Seri (female), Mastro (male), Mbak Mary (female) and there was a Baby entity that I was not so sure whether it was a male or female because I did not asked Mbak Rani herself or Cak Pur. It never came to my mind.
Mbah Eton was the decease mother of Mbak Rani. Mas Noh and Mbak Seri were like the children of Mbah Eton. They were very obedient to Mbah Eton. Mastro was a mute entity who was jovial. Mbak Mary was an entity from Surabaya, who supposedly had committed suicide and came to live together with Mbah Eton and her family. And lastly, the Baby entity and the name was unknown to me. They were the souls of decease human beings. In Islamic teachings, there is no such things as a communication with the dead. That was something that I was taught in Islam, which was impossible. In the past when I was still a Muslim, I thought that those mediums who had communicated with the dead were all frauds. So did not pay much attention to it until I met Mbak Rani.
The spirit followers of Mbak Rani from the unseen realm had never asserted that they were the "Djinns", which were mentioned in the Islamic Teaching. They had never claimed that they were the "Djinns" from under the sea or the Fairies from the sky or the Malay "Pendekar" (martial art warriors) like those "Djinns" from Singapore. When we conversed with them, we talked to them as though they were normal human beings. We addressed them by their own 'human' names without the grand epithet titles of "Dewi" (Fairy) or "Pendekar" unlike with the spirit followers of the "Bomohs" in Singapore. Mbah Eton flatly told us who she was and had been to Mbak Rani and Mbak Mary told my wife Yani that she had committed suicide in Surabaya for reason which was unknown to me. Perhaps Yani knew about it but she did not disclose it to me and I did not even bother to query too at that time, which I am now regretting. Mas Noh, Mbak Seri and Mastro did not mention to Yani and I about themselves for reasons they alone could answer. They loved to joke to Yani in Javanese language and I would listen to their conversation. Then later, Yani would translate it to me. Once they came in the evening, then they immediately smelled Mbak Rani's clothing and body. They made unpleasant and funny expressions, complaint that it was very smelly and reminded us to informed Mbak Rani to take a bath first prior their coming to meet us. That day, Mbak Rani had not taken her bath and changed her clothing the whole day. We laughed when we saw their reactions and heard their funny remarks. And they had laughed too, together with us.
I wonder why those spirits or "Djinns" in the unseen realm in Singapore and in fact in Malaysia too, do not disclosed their true identities until they have to lie to us humans?
Cak Pur had told us that he had a wife before he got married to Mbak Rani. His first wife had died in childbirth at the padi fields alone during his absence. The child was supposed to be his first son but both the mother and child did not survive the ordeal. He and his first wife had lived in the same house that he and Mbak Rani had lived in. He told us that the house brought many memories to him about his decease first wife. Initially after his first wife death, he had thought about selling it but then Mbak Rani came into his life and he decided to stay. That house of his was built with the hands of his first wife too and they had slowly built it for their future life together and children. Both of them, grew up from the same village and they had known each other since they were children. Mbak Rani, his second wife, was from Surabaya and Cak Pur met her when Cak Pur was in Surabaya while shopping for his farming equipments and supplies.
Mbak Rani was able to call upon her decease mother at her own will. She would lie down on a bed to close her eyes. I was unsure whether she was unconscious or conscious for when she woke up, she seemed normal as usual but her behaviours and the way she spoke would be entirely different from her normal self. Then Mbah Eton and the rest of them would take control of Mbak Rani's physical body. When they had possessed Mbak Rani's physical body, these spirits could actually get up and walked to the toilet when nature's call for it, just like any ordinary living human beings. Perhaps, they could feel that Mbak Rani's physical body needed to go to the toilet and they were helping her to do just that. We could hear the water being splashed in the bathroom. I did not know exactly know why or how they could do that but that was something I (or maybe you) had never witnessed before because normally I had thought that possessed humans would be unable to do that. I had never seen that kind of action done by a possessed human being or by a spirit in Singapore or in Malaysia. I was really amazed by the spirits action.
We spoke to them in Javanese or 'Bahasa' Indonesia language and they would usually advised my second wife, Yani, and I to be happy with our new life. Mbah Eton had always advised Yani to be a good wife. Once, Mbah Eton had advised us that it was more important to seek happiness and wealth was not difficult to find because we could look for it. The spirit entity Mbak Mary and the rest had always conversed with Yani too. When the spirit entity of a Baby came, we left it alone. This infant entity acted like any human baby would behave. I had thought that maybe this spirit entity was the child of Mbak Seri. And this Mbak Seri might be the decease soul of Cak Pur's first wife. But I just let it be for I was ignorant of life after death knowledge back then.
Once Mbak Rani wanted to call Mbah Eton because she was sad. Prior to Mbah Eton's visits, Yani had sensed there were flower fragrance emanating within the house, wafting through the air.
Once Mbak Seri had demonstrated to us her ability of vanishing a Rp1000 Indonesian currency in front of Yani and I. We watched her every moved that she made very carefully and closely. To Yani and I, it was not a tricked or an illusion. Mastro too did the same thing with a Rp20000 Indonesian currency. I had never witnessed a spiritual healer performed that kind of ability in Singapore or Malaysia. I had only witnessed that kind of trick from the magicians. Mbak Rani was not a magician but an ordinary woman who could be possess by many spirit entities from the unseen realm.
Their method was simple. They had rolled the currencies with two hands, rubbing it until it became like a thin long scroll. The two ends of the currency that jagged out from their right hand would then be folded inside their right hands. Their left hand was over their right hand. Then they would blow it slowly about 3 to 4 inches in front of their mouth and then opened up both hands. They even opened their mouth. The currencies vanished. Probably we got ripped off by those two spirit entities or Mbak Rani herself by this tricked. Perhaps Mbak Rani needed some cash but I doubted it for Mbak Rani was not that kind of lady. Mastro did asked for money from us because he mentioned that he wished to go Irian Jaya Province and he said that usually walked to that far distance province. We did not asked him why he needed that Rp20000 and we had thought that the spirit world needed money too. Hence, he had shown us the similar vanishing money act similar to Mbak Seri.
Cak Pur told Yani and I that each time when his wife had treated someone with spiritual healing, money were offered and usually the money would be given to the spirits personally and they would make the money disappeared. Whenever Cak Pur or Mbak Rani were really in need of money, then the spirits would give them the money. They wanted both of them to work for a living like any ordinary human beings.
Mas Noh once had told Yani and I that he had plenty of cash and among them, Mbah Eton had the most. In fact Mbah Eton's cash had filled up a whole room. When I heard that, I asked him whether he would loan me some cash should I requested for it from him. He said he would. Then I persisted on about my questioned further about the loan, whether he would really loan me some cash. I saw there was anger in his face expression as though I had disbelieved him. He had stared at me and I did not asked him for the cash loan or to proof to me that he could do that. I let him go. We were guests and I did wish to offend our host.
Once I had seek Mas Noh's assistance to inform my own mother in Singapore about my good health and well being. He agreed to it. Upon returning, he told us that he disliked Singapore environment because the spirits in the spiritual world there were snobbish and unfriendly. He disliked the water there too because to him it tasted funny. I think he was so used to well water instead of tap water from the reservoirs. He met a beautiful young spirit woman wearing orange attires at my parent's flat. She was unfriendly and she was a stuck-up. However, he had complimented about the large windows at my parent's flat. He claimed to have travelled there by a ship.
Two days later, I called my own mother in the middle of the night whether she had dreamt anything. She replied to me that she did. She saw a Javanese man wearing a black headdress or 'Songkok' and she woke up. Then she immediately told my father about her dream. Well, each time when Mas Noh came to meet us, he would request for the black headdress to wear on his head.
My mother had told me that she had consulted and seek the helped from her spirit followers from the unseen world and it was not easy for her to ask for their helped in protecting me in Indonesia. She had to fast for seven days before they relented to her request. She told me that Busu had agreed to help me in Indonesia. Later Busu came through Mbak Rani's physical body to meet Yani and I. He seemed angry at Yani for being involved with me even though she knew I was a married man. He sort of disliked Yani's attitude towards me, especially when she was being stubborn when I had tried to console and comfort her or when she was unhappy with the situations that we were facing together. He came to meet me many times through Mbak Rani. Once he had encouraged me to eat more and told me in his mute gesturings not be unhappy about my life.
Surprisingly, sometimes he spoke and sometimes he made himself like a mute. Maybe Mbak Rani heard Busu's whisperings and she had told me exactly what Busu wanted me to do. Maybe it was Busu himself and maybe it was Mastro. Both of them were mute spirit entities and they both had funny characteristics and behaviours. Which come to the question here. Whether Busu was Busu or Mastro or other spirit entities that could act like Busu's characteristics and behaviours? When my mother had informed me that Busu willingness to help me, I did not mention it to Yani or Mbak Rani or Cak Pur. A few days later when Mbak Rani was in the altered state of consciousness, Mbah Eton told me that my mother's spirit follower, Busu, was with her. Busu wanted to meet and conversed with me. True enough Busu came and met me and he was the usual Busu that I knew in the past with his familiar characters and behaviours. I had followed his mute gesturings and the stories he had told me about my mother in the past and also at that present time. He gestured to me about the things I did that only I had known. Yani was ignorant of my past for I did not tell so much about my past life. That I gathered was to show to me that he was really Busu and not some other spirit entities. I confirmed it and it was Busu. How did Mbak Rani could have known about Busu when I did not even mention to her or Yani or Cak Pur about Busu?
Mbak Rani had mentioned to us that some neighbours had thought that she was mad and she knew about it but she had ignored about their gossips. Most psychic practitioners would face this kind of humiliation. I had met her personally and observed her characters and behaviours while I was living with them for two months. She was normal and rational in dealing with her daily routines as a wife and a mother. She communicated with us general things like any normal and sane people would. She did not talk about her spirit followers from the unseen realm until we asked her. And she did not discussed about religion matters to us though she was pious. And she did not complaint to us about her hardship life as a farmer too. Cak Pur and Mbak Rani were very contented couple, who were happy with their life as farmers without so much wealth. They were a happy family.
Mbak Rani's was like my own mother and it was not because of their assistance that they had rendered to Yani and I that I made this assertion. I had observed her and saw her functioning like any woman would and she was a kind hearted woman that was willing to help anybody who genuinely needed her help. We did give them some cash for their assistance but it was not the main reason they were kind to us. The cash offer did not influence their daily lives. They were not 'money-face' human beings that many of you thought was inherent in every Indonesians. They were sincere and honest people.
I knew it was illogical for spirits to have money in their world but to some of us who believe in the unseen world seriously, they would believe it. Chinese with Taoism faith believes in burning hell banknotes for their decease ancestors or loved ones in Hereafter for their lives to be happy in the unseen world. So when Mas Noh told me that Mbah Eton and himself having so much money in their world, I just left that information as it was. As for the Muslims, they believes that in another world where Djinns live, they have all the things we have too in our world of mankind. If you asked me now whether I believed or disbelieved, I would say I disbelieved them now. Why they had lied to me back then? I would say that they used my Islamic Belief and they told me accordingly to what I had been taught in my Islamic Faith back then. And for your information, this included my own late mother's spirit followers from the spirits world. They used that kind of information to make you believed in your belief in them that were mentioned in my former faith or your religion. I believed them back then and I was so convinced with their stories maybe because the Djinns existence is stated in the Holy Qur'an.
When Mbah Eton told us that she was the decease mother of her own living daughter, Mbak Rani, I did not ponder about it so much but I had just thought about it as a passing statement that maybe acclaimed by a Muslim Djinn or a Spirit. Anyway, back then, I was too ignorant about the higher learning pertaining to the soul existence and the world of spirits.
I would compare it something like when a Christian that experiencing the anointment of the Holy Spirit and he or she begins to speak in tongue, in a state of rapture with God's Grace upon them. Then the Holy Spirit would speak in foreign languages and it would advise to the audiences around them and the listeners would believe the Holy Spirit's words as God's messages to them.
The Taoists believed in their temple mediums who could be possess by their gods or deities and they believed in the predictions or the remedies for illnesses offered by the temple mediums without any doubts. It was something like that for me back then.
Whether we should see those people who spoke in tongue or as a medium or as a messenger of god, as a possession or as in an altered state of consciousness or as a split personality, it is up to each individual of you to find out for yourself. We have to do our own research work on these mysterious matters which I strongly believe that everyone of us wish to know more, like a 'scientist'. It would help us to understand more about the mysterious things about the souls, ghosts, evil spirits, good spirits, devils, angels and God. After you have gathered all your supposedly aspect of facts finding, you probably would be unafraid of them in your life anymore. In many cases too it would help you to have a stronger faith within your religion and God. Probably it would help you to erase the blind faith elements that you have had within yourself in the past. Then that experience would change you into a new person. To become a new person, it requires you to challenge your own fear and only after you have surmounted your own fear, then you would be prepare to change your perception about your own life and perhaps on others too. You would change and come out from your own circled-barrier world and see things with a wider scope as though you have seen the world for the first time, just like when you were born to the physical world for the first time.
LIFE - Mind Of A Mankind - Chapter Six
A FUGITIVE
It is most important that you search for happiness.
Wealth is easy to search but happiness is difficult.
An Advised By Mbah Eton (A Spirit Entity)
It is most important that you search for happiness.
Wealth is easy to search but happiness is difficult.
An Advised By Mbah Eton (A Spirit Entity)
Jombang, East Java - September 1992
I fled to Jakarta, Indonesia, in the early morning of 20th August 1992. Noorasmah did not know about my intention of fleeing from Singapore after I had sent her to her eldest sister's flat at Ang Mo Kio. In fact that particular day, in my mind, I had no plan to flee but while I was driving along the expressway, I had thought about the money that I was supposed to return to the investors. I knew I had insufficient cash for I had used it for earlier payments to the investors, business, entertainments and oversea trips to Jakarta. I was too tired and exhausted of running around collecting cash and waiting for the others who knew me personally to cash in their investment collected from those people who had entrusted their cash with them. I lacked of sleep and I lost some weights too. I looked like a Zombie.
Normally, we would arrange to meet at any five stars hotel for this project and later we would go home when payments and collections of cash were completed. That day, I knew I would be in trouble for most of them would prefer to have their capitals and profits paid to them. They would like to see their cash instead of rolling it over to the next investment project that I had scheduled, which I would normally do to entice them with a higher profits margin and to prolong the investment scheme while I source for new investors directly or indirectly. That morning of 20th August 1992, I have had enough worries and troubles with my own creation of bogus investment scam. I decided to end all this for I had feared that my life would be at stake when I failed to pay their money plus profits.
So while driving, my mind was in chaostic states and within my heart, I could feel a voice was whispering to me to flee from Singapore continuously non-stop. I ended up at the Singapore Long Season Parking complex on the third floor near near Changi International Airport of Terminal One. I stopped the car engine and thought for quite awhile about my intention of fleeing. I called my wife for I felt that I needed to hear her voice for the last time before I left her. She did not have any idea of what was about to happen. That day I was supposed to fetch her from her sister's place after her driving test. I left without any noticed because I knew she would not let me go if I told her the truth. She did not even know about my troubles and the crime I had committed until my own close-colleagues, investors and police had informed her about it. I had fled before they made a police report against me.
I switched off my motorola handphone and placed it inside the car front compartment. I cleared my car and brought along all the investment papers with me, which I had put it in my dunhill briefcase. It was so coincidental that I had a small hand carried luggage with the clothings that my wife had packed the previous night. That evening we were supposed to return to the spiritual healer's flat at Marsiling for the healing session. I closed the car doors and left the Mercedez Benz 280 SE at the carpark. I went to the SIA counter and bought the latest flight out that was available. I left Singapore around 10.00 a.m. and I only had S$8000 my wallet.
When the plane took off from Changi International Airport, I felt like a man without any past. I knew I could not return to Singapore again unless I was willing and prepared to face imprisonment.
I met Yani at Jakarta in April 1992 when I went for a ship cruised to Indonesia and a three days holiday trip in Jakarta. It was my first visit to Indonesia. She was only nineteen years old and I was twenty-nine years old. She was a Javanese from one of the province in East Java. She worked as a dance hostess at Hailai Executive Nightclub to earn good income for her father and four younger siblings at her village. She had only worked there for only about a month when I knew her. That was the first time I had patronised a nightclub with my sales manager and my investor colleagues that invested with me in my bogus investment scam. I paid for all their expenses except for their dance hostess fees and tips.
Yani knew that I was a married man. I told her about my estrangement with my wife. She was formerly a Muslim but later she converted to the Roman Catholic faith while working as a baby sitter or nanny for a well do to family in Jakarta for many years. Her employer and later more like a guardian, was a Christian so Yani had converted to that faith because she felt that since she was like an adopted daughter to her old lady guardian, she felt that it was her duty to please that foster mother of hers. But later she left her because she was so strict and possessive in administering Yani's life. That was her downfall and she rented a room in Tebet district of Jakarta. Her landlords became like her foster family. She was very young and she worked as a salesgirl in retail shop for awhile before she worked as a dance hostess. She wanted to earn more money for her family and for herself. It was insufficient for to sustain a life in Jakarta while looking for a better future for her family back home and for herself.
So after I knew Yani just for that particular day, whether fate or the Will of God took its effect, she became my mistress. After our acquaintance, I often flew to Jakarta for a rendezvous with Yani. I had lied to Noorasmah that I had a future business plans and meetings in Jakarta. She was unaware of my extramarital affair until the day I fled to Indonesia.
On the day I fled, I wanted to meet Yani and informed her about my intention of fleeing from Singapore and to elope together with her. I wanted to know whether she was willing to follow me. If she had refused, I would probably return to Singapore again and faced the music. I had told her that if I returned to Singapore she would probably be unable to see me again. I did not tell her exactly what I had committed and what would happen to me should I return to Singapore. I only informed her that my business and life was going down the drain and she trying to calm me down but I refused to let her know more than she should know what really had happened in Singapore. It was my fault for not talking to her sincerely that I was a con man and the money that I had was all a made belief for my own delusionised dream to materialise, to boost my own false ego-eccentricity megalomania image as a successful businessman and a millionaire. She thought that I was really a millionaire for we spend the money like water and I had provided her with some cash to sustain her life in Jakarta while I was away. She had trusted me and she thought that I was a scruplous gentleman. So, that very day of August 20th 1992, she had agreed to my suggestion and we loped together. We left Jakarta because my close colleagues knew the residence of Yani. We left Jakarta and headed for her village in East Java.
We headed to the small town of Solo in East Java. We reached there in the early morning of 21st August 1992. There we stayed in a small hotel called Sakar Ayu, near the bus terminally in Solo. Our idea was to search for Yani's long lost mother, Suparti. She left her family when Yani was only a little girl of ten years old. The day when her village was struck by a ferocious storm, her house collapsed and her mother left them in destitute without informing her family. Suparti also had some family problems with her younger brother who frequently had always tormented her for family wealth to be under his name, though he was living in a larger family house next to his sister. He was actually trying to make Suparti to sell their small piece of land that Suparti had built a house for her family. Suparti's husband had no right to the land for he was considered an outsider though he was Suparti's husband. He came from a poor family too and that was considered among Javanese villagers as a man without any wealth or future, eventhough he was quite popular in his own village as the actor. He, Kino, Suparti's younger brother, was a drunk and an aggresive gambler too. He was supposedly the "Jago" or champion in his village. It was his idea that male member of the Javanese family had every right to tell his sister to do as he wish. Their parents were old people and they left all their wealth to Kino, the only son in the family.
Suparti had worked hard for her family. She was a small businesswoman who had some commodities of raw white rice and she would go around the neighbourhood in the village to take orders. Yani's father, Pak Sardi was a traditional Javanese Opera actor in their village. His fees was insufficient to support his family and yet he was addicted to gambling. Sometimes Yani would follow her mother in the middle of the night to seek for her father at the gambling den to force him to return home. So all these problems had actually caused Suparti's to leave her family that night quietly when the ferocious storm hit the village. She was like a woman who had lost all hopes to live perhaps and then left her family without any sign.
Since then Yani had long for her mother's love and she felt guilty for being unable to help her mother. And Yani did confessed to me that she was very young that time to understand her mother's love for her when her mother fiercely scolded her for being mischievous. She had never abused Yani physically. Yani had realised that pure love of her mother for her when she became a young beautiful woman. And later she had found out that her father, Pak Sardi, was not her biological father. Her unknown biological father could not marry Suparti because he was a son of a wealthy family. Yani was an illegitimate daughter and Yani's grandparents had persuaded Pak Sardi to marry Suparti in order to concealed the family good name and honour.
We went to search for Yani's mother, Suparti, at the wet market in Solo and in the past there was a rumour that Suparti was being taken care by an elderly man who was living in Solo. She was supposedly helping him in some small business, a small stall selling some commodities in the wet market in Solo. He supposedly was trying to help Suparti to regain her full health again physically and mentally. The stranger did actually came to meet Suparti's family but left no words of his residence, maybe due to fact that Suparti wanted her whereabouts to be unknown to her own family. Pak Sardi himself had informed Yani that he did really tried all his best to search for her mother but there was no news about her. I suspected that maybe Yani's mother wanted to divorce him too and later when he discovered that, he told his children that their mother had disappeared without a trace. I think Yani did not know about this but I guessed it was his fault too that Suparti left her family in search of a better future.
So, at the end, after staying at Sakar Ayu Hotel for about a week, we headed for Yani's village at Madiun, East Java. We had failed our attempt in search of Yani's mother. There were a number of small wet markets in Solo and I wanted Yani to look for her mother for one reason, to bring Suparti home to her family. Then Yani and I could love her like a family. During my stay at the hotel, I was like a man reflecting and reflecting of what I had done. Even during the bus journey to Solo, I was very silent because my mind was thinking of Noorasmah. I had left her without any words too just like Suparti left her own family.
We stayed at Yani's village house for about three days. We knew that Yani's landlords at Jakarta would yield to those people who were looking for us eventhough we had informed them specifically not to reveal Yani's village address to those people no matter what happened. And besides that, the head villager wanted to see my identity certificate to justify my stay in their village. It was a regulation they adhere should any stranger wanted to stay in that village. At the end, they denied me to stay stay there longer because I was not married to Yani yet. That was only an excuse from them to get some fast cash from me and denied them the opportunity to do that on me. So we decided to leave Yani's family at the village and checked into a small hotel in Madiun town, called Merdeka Hotel. True enough, my sales manager managed to locate us with the help of Yani's uncle, Kino. Yani's family did not know about our problems.
Din was accompanied by Yani's supposedly good friend, Kenny. She knew her while working at Hailai Executive Nightclub. Kenny was the mistress of one of my close colleague who had followed me to Jakarta in April 1992. He was infactuated with Kenny. He was also a married man with one son. His wife found out about his extramarital affair after the whole bogus scam had blown apart in the open. He often took a trip to Jakarta for this reason and his wife thought that he had some business dealings in Jakarta too.
Din had queried me that night whether I was willing to return home to Singapore because the investors were looking for me. Din and the others would be in trouble should I failed to return to Singapore to explain about the investment money. And he came in peace to meet me. Din and the others did not know about the bogus scam until I told them about it. They were so shocked to learn about that secret and most of them abandoned me after they had found out about it. They were too terrified but they did not informed their investors about it for they thought that I had the capacity to pay the investors their money back. And they had trusted me but at the end, I fled from them quietly. So that night, Din had asked me why I should involve Yani and her family with my problem. They did not know anything about the real deep trouble that I was involved. So, why not returned to Singapore and face the music. Din had actually spoken to me like this, "Zul, I cannot stand toether with you anymore if you fail to return with me to Singapore. If you refuse to come with me, then I have to stand together with the investors." I thought about what he had said and my replied to him and to the others was, "Tell the others that I'm not coming back. Its not your fault or their fault. I've plan to stay in Indonesia and never to return to Singapore again. So, I want you and the rest, to make a police report, and point the fingers at me."
We left the hotel in the early morning. I told Din and he gave me some cash of S$500 for he knew I had insufficient cash in my pocket. Yani and I bid him farewell and we caught a trishaw to go to the bus terminal. Once there, we took a bus to Surabaya. We went to so many places and stayed in many hotels in Java. We were so uncertain of our future and our destiny. Then in the early part of September 1992, we temporarily stayed with a farmer with his family in Jombang. His wife was a spiritual healer too.
I fled to Jakarta, Indonesia, in the early morning of 20th August 1992. Noorasmah did not know about my intention of fleeing from Singapore after I had sent her to her eldest sister's flat at Ang Mo Kio. In fact that particular day, in my mind, I had no plan to flee but while I was driving along the expressway, I had thought about the money that I was supposed to return to the investors. I knew I had insufficient cash for I had used it for earlier payments to the investors, business, entertainments and oversea trips to Jakarta. I was too tired and exhausted of running around collecting cash and waiting for the others who knew me personally to cash in their investment collected from those people who had entrusted their cash with them. I lacked of sleep and I lost some weights too. I looked like a Zombie.
Normally, we would arrange to meet at any five stars hotel for this project and later we would go home when payments and collections of cash were completed. That day, I knew I would be in trouble for most of them would prefer to have their capitals and profits paid to them. They would like to see their cash instead of rolling it over to the next investment project that I had scheduled, which I would normally do to entice them with a higher profits margin and to prolong the investment scheme while I source for new investors directly or indirectly. That morning of 20th August 1992, I have had enough worries and troubles with my own creation of bogus investment scam. I decided to end all this for I had feared that my life would be at stake when I failed to pay their money plus profits.
So while driving, my mind was in chaostic states and within my heart, I could feel a voice was whispering to me to flee from Singapore continuously non-stop. I ended up at the Singapore Long Season Parking complex on the third floor near near Changi International Airport of Terminal One. I stopped the car engine and thought for quite awhile about my intention of fleeing. I called my wife for I felt that I needed to hear her voice for the last time before I left her. She did not have any idea of what was about to happen. That day I was supposed to fetch her from her sister's place after her driving test. I left without any noticed because I knew she would not let me go if I told her the truth. She did not even know about my troubles and the crime I had committed until my own close-colleagues, investors and police had informed her about it. I had fled before they made a police report against me.
I switched off my motorola handphone and placed it inside the car front compartment. I cleared my car and brought along all the investment papers with me, which I had put it in my dunhill briefcase. It was so coincidental that I had a small hand carried luggage with the clothings that my wife had packed the previous night. That evening we were supposed to return to the spiritual healer's flat at Marsiling for the healing session. I closed the car doors and left the Mercedez Benz 280 SE at the carpark. I went to the SIA counter and bought the latest flight out that was available. I left Singapore around 10.00 a.m. and I only had S$8000 my wallet.
When the plane took off from Changi International Airport, I felt like a man without any past. I knew I could not return to Singapore again unless I was willing and prepared to face imprisonment.
I met Yani at Jakarta in April 1992 when I went for a ship cruised to Indonesia and a three days holiday trip in Jakarta. It was my first visit to Indonesia. She was only nineteen years old and I was twenty-nine years old. She was a Javanese from one of the province in East Java. She worked as a dance hostess at Hailai Executive Nightclub to earn good income for her father and four younger siblings at her village. She had only worked there for only about a month when I knew her. That was the first time I had patronised a nightclub with my sales manager and my investor colleagues that invested with me in my bogus investment scam. I paid for all their expenses except for their dance hostess fees and tips.
Yani knew that I was a married man. I told her about my estrangement with my wife. She was formerly a Muslim but later she converted to the Roman Catholic faith while working as a baby sitter or nanny for a well do to family in Jakarta for many years. Her employer and later more like a guardian, was a Christian so Yani had converted to that faith because she felt that since she was like an adopted daughter to her old lady guardian, she felt that it was her duty to please that foster mother of hers. But later she left her because she was so strict and possessive in administering Yani's life. That was her downfall and she rented a room in Tebet district of Jakarta. Her landlords became like her foster family. She was very young and she worked as a salesgirl in retail shop for awhile before she worked as a dance hostess. She wanted to earn more money for her family and for herself. It was insufficient for to sustain a life in Jakarta while looking for a better future for her family back home and for herself.
So after I knew Yani just for that particular day, whether fate or the Will of God took its effect, she became my mistress. After our acquaintance, I often flew to Jakarta for a rendezvous with Yani. I had lied to Noorasmah that I had a future business plans and meetings in Jakarta. She was unaware of my extramarital affair until the day I fled to Indonesia.
On the day I fled, I wanted to meet Yani and informed her about my intention of fleeing from Singapore and to elope together with her. I wanted to know whether she was willing to follow me. If she had refused, I would probably return to Singapore again and faced the music. I had told her that if I returned to Singapore she would probably be unable to see me again. I did not tell her exactly what I had committed and what would happen to me should I return to Singapore. I only informed her that my business and life was going down the drain and she trying to calm me down but I refused to let her know more than she should know what really had happened in Singapore. It was my fault for not talking to her sincerely that I was a con man and the money that I had was all a made belief for my own delusionised dream to materialise, to boost my own false ego-eccentricity megalomania image as a successful businessman and a millionaire. She thought that I was really a millionaire for we spend the money like water and I had provided her with some cash to sustain her life in Jakarta while I was away. She had trusted me and she thought that I was a scruplous gentleman. So, that very day of August 20th 1992, she had agreed to my suggestion and we loped together. We left Jakarta because my close colleagues knew the residence of Yani. We left Jakarta and headed for her village in East Java.
We headed to the small town of Solo in East Java. We reached there in the early morning of 21st August 1992. There we stayed in a small hotel called Sakar Ayu, near the bus terminally in Solo. Our idea was to search for Yani's long lost mother, Suparti. She left her family when Yani was only a little girl of ten years old. The day when her village was struck by a ferocious storm, her house collapsed and her mother left them in destitute without informing her family. Suparti also had some family problems with her younger brother who frequently had always tormented her for family wealth to be under his name, though he was living in a larger family house next to his sister. He was actually trying to make Suparti to sell their small piece of land that Suparti had built a house for her family. Suparti's husband had no right to the land for he was considered an outsider though he was Suparti's husband. He came from a poor family too and that was considered among Javanese villagers as a man without any wealth or future, eventhough he was quite popular in his own village as the actor. He, Kino, Suparti's younger brother, was a drunk and an aggresive gambler too. He was supposedly the "Jago" or champion in his village. It was his idea that male member of the Javanese family had every right to tell his sister to do as he wish. Their parents were old people and they left all their wealth to Kino, the only son in the family.
Suparti had worked hard for her family. She was a small businesswoman who had some commodities of raw white rice and she would go around the neighbourhood in the village to take orders. Yani's father, Pak Sardi was a traditional Javanese Opera actor in their village. His fees was insufficient to support his family and yet he was addicted to gambling. Sometimes Yani would follow her mother in the middle of the night to seek for her father at the gambling den to force him to return home. So all these problems had actually caused Suparti's to leave her family that night quietly when the ferocious storm hit the village. She was like a woman who had lost all hopes to live perhaps and then left her family without any sign.
Since then Yani had long for her mother's love and she felt guilty for being unable to help her mother. And Yani did confessed to me that she was very young that time to understand her mother's love for her when her mother fiercely scolded her for being mischievous. She had never abused Yani physically. Yani had realised that pure love of her mother for her when she became a young beautiful woman. And later she had found out that her father, Pak Sardi, was not her biological father. Her unknown biological father could not marry Suparti because he was a son of a wealthy family. Yani was an illegitimate daughter and Yani's grandparents had persuaded Pak Sardi to marry Suparti in order to concealed the family good name and honour.
We went to search for Yani's mother, Suparti, at the wet market in Solo and in the past there was a rumour that Suparti was being taken care by an elderly man who was living in Solo. She was supposedly helping him in some small business, a small stall selling some commodities in the wet market in Solo. He supposedly was trying to help Suparti to regain her full health again physically and mentally. The stranger did actually came to meet Suparti's family but left no words of his residence, maybe due to fact that Suparti wanted her whereabouts to be unknown to her own family. Pak Sardi himself had informed Yani that he did really tried all his best to search for her mother but there was no news about her. I suspected that maybe Yani's mother wanted to divorce him too and later when he discovered that, he told his children that their mother had disappeared without a trace. I think Yani did not know about this but I guessed it was his fault too that Suparti left her family in search of a better future.
So, at the end, after staying at Sakar Ayu Hotel for about a week, we headed for Yani's village at Madiun, East Java. We had failed our attempt in search of Yani's mother. There were a number of small wet markets in Solo and I wanted Yani to look for her mother for one reason, to bring Suparti home to her family. Then Yani and I could love her like a family. During my stay at the hotel, I was like a man reflecting and reflecting of what I had done. Even during the bus journey to Solo, I was very silent because my mind was thinking of Noorasmah. I had left her without any words too just like Suparti left her own family.
We stayed at Yani's village house for about three days. We knew that Yani's landlords at Jakarta would yield to those people who were looking for us eventhough we had informed them specifically not to reveal Yani's village address to those people no matter what happened. And besides that, the head villager wanted to see my identity certificate to justify my stay in their village. It was a regulation they adhere should any stranger wanted to stay in that village. At the end, they denied me to stay stay there longer because I was not married to Yani yet. That was only an excuse from them to get some fast cash from me and denied them the opportunity to do that on me. So we decided to leave Yani's family at the village and checked into a small hotel in Madiun town, called Merdeka Hotel. True enough, my sales manager managed to locate us with the help of Yani's uncle, Kino. Yani's family did not know about our problems.
Din was accompanied by Yani's supposedly good friend, Kenny. She knew her while working at Hailai Executive Nightclub. Kenny was the mistress of one of my close colleague who had followed me to Jakarta in April 1992. He was infactuated with Kenny. He was also a married man with one son. His wife found out about his extramarital affair after the whole bogus scam had blown apart in the open. He often took a trip to Jakarta for this reason and his wife thought that he had some business dealings in Jakarta too.
Din had queried me that night whether I was willing to return home to Singapore because the investors were looking for me. Din and the others would be in trouble should I failed to return to Singapore to explain about the investment money. And he came in peace to meet me. Din and the others did not know about the bogus scam until I told them about it. They were so shocked to learn about that secret and most of them abandoned me after they had found out about it. They were too terrified but they did not informed their investors about it for they thought that I had the capacity to pay the investors their money back. And they had trusted me but at the end, I fled from them quietly. So that night, Din had asked me why I should involve Yani and her family with my problem. They did not know anything about the real deep trouble that I was involved. So, why not returned to Singapore and face the music. Din had actually spoken to me like this, "Zul, I cannot stand toether with you anymore if you fail to return with me to Singapore. If you refuse to come with me, then I have to stand together with the investors." I thought about what he had said and my replied to him and to the others was, "Tell the others that I'm not coming back. Its not your fault or their fault. I've plan to stay in Indonesia and never to return to Singapore again. So, I want you and the rest, to make a police report, and point the fingers at me."
We left the hotel in the early morning. I told Din and he gave me some cash of S$500 for he knew I had insufficient cash in my pocket. Yani and I bid him farewell and we caught a trishaw to go to the bus terminal. Once there, we took a bus to Surabaya. We went to so many places and stayed in many hotels in Java. We were so uncertain of our future and our destiny. Then in the early part of September 1992, we temporarily stayed with a farmer with his family in Jombang. His wife was a spiritual healer too.
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
LIFE - Mind Of A Mankind - Chapter Five
MY HOME SWEET HOME
In our private worlds, God, our Creator, is mostly likely to whisper in the gentle stirrings of conviction, guidance, and the experiences of grace. But also in our private worlds is the grim reality of darker, shadowy forces that we identify with the word evil or sinfulness. If God whispers, evil often shouts, and personal worlds break when that shouting gets our attention.
The principle of being silent with listening - We wished to be listeners to the deep sources where certain kinds of heavenly truth are tapped only by those who have a heart to be attentive. Soon we became aware that God has much to say that we had not been hearing. We were usually too busy and in places where the noise levels were too high. God will not shout, He whispers in the deep. Only those who stop long enough or who are stopped long enough hear the text of the message from the deep.
Quoted on 18th April 1999 from the book 'Rebuilding My Broken World'.
Noorasmah and I got married and two months later we shifted to our very own four rooms flat. We managed to get it quickly for this particular flat was vacant for nearly four years. Nobody seemed to like this particular flat maybe due to distance from their office or the flat was too small for them. This area was unpopular too at that time because there were no good amenities like transportation, market, schools and etc. I found it very nice for the common corridor was facing the Johor State of West Malaysia and I love the sea breeze. Furthermore, I needed to have my own flat fast for we wished to have a 'home sweet home' for ourselves. My parents' flat was already crowded and we needed privacy too.
The first night when my parents were sleeping at our new flat, my dad dreamt of seeing a big black figure. He woke up shouting but we took it as a nightmare. My mother was there to cleanse the flat from evil spirits and I thought everythin would be fine. Well, I guessed things go wrong when we are taking things for granted.
I was working for people from 1987 until early period of 1989. We were happy and there were no serious problems. We got all the items that we needed for our home. There were no possession for a long time until I went into my own business in May 1989. My business was not doing well and most of the time I had to seek helped from my family to generate more paid up capital into the business.
During that period of 1989 to 1992, most of the time I was very committed to my business and I always returned home very late at night or in the early morning hours. The business of mine needed large funds to maintain the running cost and I disliked the idea of closing down the business because large amount of cash had been contributed. So I had to make sure that the business had to go on until I somehow another succeeded.
Noorasmah felt neglected and she was always alone at home because I was too busy with my business. She was like going into depression because of this and we always had misunderstanding pertaining to cash and my business. Her health was also deteriorating and probably she felt the stressed of haveing a husband who was in business and perhaps even irresponsible. Her asthmatic attacked was frequent and her health was becoming weaker due to her depression about our marriage life and our future together, which at that time seemed so gloomy. It looked as if we were not going to make it together.
She stopped working completely in 1990 because she felt her health was deteriorating due to the frequent asthmatic attacks, and she was always in the state of mental stress and body fatigue. She was really ill in mind and body. We went to see many doctors and they diagnosed it as stressed and fatigue that caused her to experience frequent asthmatic attacked. One doctor even had advised me that probably my wife needed a chile in her life to make her happy and we should think of having a child. I had no objection to it but I let Allah to determine our lives whether it was time for us to have children at that time. There was no luck and we just went on with our daily lives as usual. She was the housewife and I was the businessman.
Noorasmah's mother in spiritual healing and witchcraft power too much. Whenever she felt ill, she would seek the spiritual healers to see whether anyone had charmed he in any way. They usually postulated that there were and she had to make sure that nobody did any harm to her by wearing talismans or consuming holy water or bathe in water polluted with flowers and small pieces of limes, provided by the spiritual healers. She went to many places for this reason, afraid of being charmed by other people that thought were angry or jealous of her.
My mother-in-law had influenced my wife. They went to see a Malay female spiritual healer at Tiong Bahru. My father-in-law had influenced my wife too and they went to seek a Malay male spiritual healer at Yishun. They believed that their daughter was unhealthy due to being charmed by other people. They had advised Noorasmah to have faith and try it out or perhaps Noorasmah had prayed to Allah for good health but it was not fulfilled. Maybe she thought to herself that the doctors could not do anything to make her health better and began to believe that spiritual healing was the only option. Probably in the past she was charmed by that Malay man or possessed by the evil spirit were the reasons she felt justified to go for spiritual healing sessions again. Finally, she was hooked by those spiritual healers' exploitations and her prayers to Allah was insufficient or ineffective for her to be well again. Whatever her reasons were, I could not make myself to agree totally with her decision but she insisted strongly partly because she believed in the dark and good forces in the unseen realm could influence her health. Muslims are taught to believe the existence of the good and evil forces in the unseen realm and I know other faiths too taught their followers likewise. So what could I say but just to let it be whatever they believed in their faiths.
Those two spiritual healers that my wife went to seek for spiritual healings had secretly informed her and had accused that my own mother had charmed her. She did not tell me but I had intuitions after she had refused to allow my own mother to treat her again. When I asked her she denied it and I kept quiet about it. I did not inform by mother about it.
At Yishun, the Malay "Bomoh" told us that there was an old woman from the spirit world, she had lived in our flat long before we shifted in and she had regarded my wife like her own daughter. This female 'Djinn" supposedly had many spirit followers too. She wished to make my wife like her own daughter, to take care and protect her from being harmed or ill by humans from the physical world and spirits from the unseen realm. She did want to see Noorasmah unhappy and unhealthy. However, this Malay male "Bomoh" too supposedly had his own spirit followers in the "Djinn" world. His spirit followers were supposedly warriors specialising in the Malay martial arts and they were trying to chase away the old woman spirit from my wife's life. Whenever the Malay male "Bomoh" came to inspect our flat, he would faint in the guest bedroom because his spirit followers would possess him when the old woman spirit and her spirit followers were present. It seemed that the guest room was her main sleeping area. This Malay "Bomoh" would then sat up in crossed legs and conversed with those unseen spirits before him. His eyes were closed and after they had communicated he would be unconscious again.
Later he told us that he had already ordered the spirit entities to leave us alone because he too had declared that we were like his children. Should they refused, then there would be war in the spirit world between his spirit followers and the old woman spirit followers. We ended up sleeping over at his flat for a few days because my wife was frightened to stay in our own flat. Then again we would go there again whenever my wife felt frightened or when she was alone at home. I hated to yield to her requests but she was really frightened. I needed to work and I had difficulties concentrating on my business. I ended up being depressed and unhappy too because of this reason.
Once while at the Malay male spiritual healer's flat, Noorasmah was possessed by a male spirit entity from the unseen realm and she began to do some "Kung-Fu" movements with her hands. He was a Non-Muslim spirit entity and he was one of the followers of the old woman spirit. He spoke Chinese and my wife was actually ignorant of Chinese language. I heard it and it daunted my mind for I knew that Chinese male spirit entity was very strong when I tried to hold her hands while the Malay healer was mumbling some holy verses to counter the spirit that possessed my wife's body. I could see the face expression of the spirit entity was in vained and he really had difficulties to move his hands too. At the end he left my wife's body. Before he did that, he said "I want to run away" in Chinese. It was in Hokkien dialect.
At Tiong Bahru, the Malay female spiritual healer claimed she had female Fairy followers claiming to be living in the sky. Once I saw my wife being possessed at her flat and Noorasmah was squatting, jumping up and down like a monkey when the female "Bomoh" blew a whistle. While Noorasmah was still in that trance state, I questioned her in English whether she was able to pray to Allah. She replied "Yes!" in English to me. In my mind I was wondering how come the entity that possessed her could understand English. It seemed that Noorasmah could not remember what had happened and I was not sure whether she was conscious or unconscious but she did not faint. Furthermore, after Noorasmah was herself again, she did not even mentioned anything to me about her strange behaviours. I did not question her about it for I felt she already went through enough with the spiritual healing session. So I just forego my curiosity.
Each time when any spiritual healers failed to make Noorasmah better, my mother-in-law and my wife would seek out for different spiritual healers. They had always mentioned that this healer or that healer uttered Qur'anic holy verses or they were using the healing methods of Islamic teachings. We went to one place at Marsiling whereby the Malay female spiritual healer and her husband claimed to have many spirit followers of Malay martial art warriors from the spirit world. Her husband would write something on the floor with his forefinger while his wife would be unconscious using her finger movements too to communicate with the spirits from the unseen realm. They too told us that there was an old woman spirit living in our flat and she had regarded Noorasmah like her own daughter. She was there long before we had shifted in to our flat. All these information frightened Noorasmah until she was uncomfortable when she stayed at home alone in the day or at night. To be honest with you, I was afraid too but I usually tried to disregard their information and ignored the presence of the old woman entity in the unseen world was living together with us at our flat. Sometimes we stayed over at their flat for spiritual healing treatments.
Soon I became almost like Noorasmah and the spiritual healer at Marsiling gave me talismans to ward off evil spirits. My own mother started to give me talisman for business and for self-protection from being harmed physically or spiritually. She too told me that there was an old woman spirit entity presence in our flat but she did not wish to indulge for she found out that Noorasmah had been treated by other spiritual healers. That really hurt her and I kept mummed about it. Finally she found out and she let the other spiritual healers to ward off the evil demons from our flat and from our lives. I did not really know why she did that but she felt hurt and she only linked her own spirit followers to me alone for my wife already distrusted my mother.
Then one day Noorasmah and I started to go to Benut, Johore State of West Malaysia. She had sorted for new spiritual healer again and somebody informed her about this place. I relented to her request to go there. The same treatment and procedure I saw in Singapore and I had always looked at it doubtfully. Sometimes I just gave them the benefit of doubts.
During the time when Noorasmah received this treatment from the Malay female "Bomoh" from Malaysia, one night I woke up and I saw Noorasmah was massaging her feet, legs and hands. I asked her what she was doing and she told me that it was not her who was doing the massaging. She seemed conscious and she knew it was not her action. I had seen her while being possessed by evil spirits so I thought maybe this spirit entity was good. She felt safe and I just watched her.
Sometimes while at home, with her face downcast and her front hair coveing part of her face, she would suddenly turned like someone else for a few seconds. She would looked at me directly with a slight impish smile. Then I would call to her sternly to stop that and she would be normal again as though nothing had happened. It seemed she was unaware about it because when I queried her why she did that, she seemed sort of lost about my inquiry.
Those few occasions when she was possessed, I saw she was conscious. She knew about her situation and it frightened her so much. She had already depended so much on the spiritual healers to control her life from the evil spirits that were disturbing her. She had trusted the spiritual healers' opinions more than her own husband and these business of spiritual healing were destroying our marriage lives. I was always busy with my own business and she felt neglected. Probably, she even suffered from mental demanic depression, which I had not realised.
I was so annoyed with all the spiritual healing sessions. So I began to spend more time at the office and we became quite estranged. I regretted for doing that business and I wished I had spent more time with her to make our lives more meaningful. I was very ambitious with my future. I wanted to be rich, famous and powerful.
In November 1991, I needed more funds to maintain my business so I went around to influence people about my ideas of making fast profitable money. I had created a 'get rich quick' scam. I knew it was a very foolish action but I took that risks. I knew it was against the law and should I failed to recover my losses and returned the investment money to the investors, I knew I was going to jailed. I was desperate. I thought I could use the hard cash and pay them back. I failed completely. I was scared of the investors. At the end I fled to Indonesia because I could not pay them back of their capitals plus high profits that I had promised.
On 20th August 1992, I fled without Noorasmah's knowledge. She did not know my whereabout. We were legally divorced on 25th May 1994 when I was absent from Singapore while I was living as a fugitive and an illegal immigrant in Bali. We were separated over ten years, from August 1992 to December 2002 because of my own foolish action.
After my released from imprisonment, we reconciled as busband and wife. It was a long journey before I could return home again to her and now I am trying to make her happy as best as I can. We are no longer believers of spiritual healing anymore and Noorasmah is a very good Muslim who believes in the Power of Almighty Allah regardless of her ill or good health now.
I have to digress for awhile here. Writing in Chapter Six and Seven about these possessions and spiritual healings is not something that I enjoyed to write about. It is as though I hailed the spirits or supernatural beliefs, which I now do not really like to indulge in too much. I wrote all these stories from chapter one to the present chapter for you to see for yourself that by believing in such things like these would make you like fools without good intelligence or conscience. It would not help you but it would only destroy your life instead of improving your life. It would deteriorate you in mind and body. It would affect your relationship with your family and society too. This should be avoided and you should have more faith with yourself before you have faith in your religion or God. Follow the laws that are good and those that are not good, probably you have to contemplate for yourself whether to hold on to it or ignore them.
Times changes and we have to change with time too. It is just like when you know A is already false, would you still believe in A or would you move on to B for you to search for better knowledge and probably you would gain new truth in your development as humans.
My own opinion of good or evil forces presence in the unseen world is that it is only superstitious belief and probably I would never believe in it again till my last breath. I believe they are souls of mankind. They are harmless unless you believed that have mighty powers.
Those of us who have these beliefs about evil and good spirits in the unseen world that could influence humans in their health and in their daily lives should review the fundamental facts that your bad or good actions are yours. Do not blame the evil spirits for your evil actions and do not depend on the good spirits to help you with your good actions. You must learned to blame yourself when you do something bad and give yourself a good pat for doing something good. Perhaps we should just stop talking about the good or bad spirits presence in the unseen world; then we could eradicate the superstitious beliefs of good and evil forces in the unseen world.
I relented to Noorasmah's request for spiritual healing treatments due to the facts that I was unable to help her with her health and partly I was ignorant of the psychological effect upon her. I was not religious or highly educated. I have only Secondary Four education level. It showed how dangerous it is to have lacked of education or no education at all. Probably I did not do much reading on books that would give me more knowledge about the world in general and developed my own intelligence. I only managed to do that when I was in prison.
Supernatural or Spiritual or Faith healing is not in the agenda of Science because it is not reliable. Scientists need to see the process of healing can be repeated continuously before they can say it is true. They need to measure their results and they need to see the facts and data of producing such results.
Whether these stories have any relevancy to you depends on what you see the mind of yours can do. The mind is meant for us to think logically and intelligently for our lives to go forward and never to use it for such things as witchcraft beliefs or maybe some superstitious beliefs of good and evil forces in the unseen world. Those evil and good forces are meant for us humans to use it or control it within our lives as humans and not with the spirits in the unseen world. I regarded myself as a fool for believing such things in the past and I revealed all these stories for you to judge for yourself where you stand in regards to this matter of good and evil knowledge or spirits.
In our private worlds, God, our Creator, is mostly likely to whisper in the gentle stirrings of conviction, guidance, and the experiences of grace. But also in our private worlds is the grim reality of darker, shadowy forces that we identify with the word evil or sinfulness. If God whispers, evil often shouts, and personal worlds break when that shouting gets our attention.
The principle of being silent with listening - We wished to be listeners to the deep sources where certain kinds of heavenly truth are tapped only by those who have a heart to be attentive. Soon we became aware that God has much to say that we had not been hearing. We were usually too busy and in places where the noise levels were too high. God will not shout, He whispers in the deep. Only those who stop long enough or who are stopped long enough hear the text of the message from the deep.
Quoted on 18th April 1999 from the book 'Rebuilding My Broken World'.
Noorasmah and I got married and two months later we shifted to our very own four rooms flat. We managed to get it quickly for this particular flat was vacant for nearly four years. Nobody seemed to like this particular flat maybe due to distance from their office or the flat was too small for them. This area was unpopular too at that time because there were no good amenities like transportation, market, schools and etc. I found it very nice for the common corridor was facing the Johor State of West Malaysia and I love the sea breeze. Furthermore, I needed to have my own flat fast for we wished to have a 'home sweet home' for ourselves. My parents' flat was already crowded and we needed privacy too.
The first night when my parents were sleeping at our new flat, my dad dreamt of seeing a big black figure. He woke up shouting but we took it as a nightmare. My mother was there to cleanse the flat from evil spirits and I thought everythin would be fine. Well, I guessed things go wrong when we are taking things for granted.
I was working for people from 1987 until early period of 1989. We were happy and there were no serious problems. We got all the items that we needed for our home. There were no possession for a long time until I went into my own business in May 1989. My business was not doing well and most of the time I had to seek helped from my family to generate more paid up capital into the business.
During that period of 1989 to 1992, most of the time I was very committed to my business and I always returned home very late at night or in the early morning hours. The business of mine needed large funds to maintain the running cost and I disliked the idea of closing down the business because large amount of cash had been contributed. So I had to make sure that the business had to go on until I somehow another succeeded.
Noorasmah felt neglected and she was always alone at home because I was too busy with my business. She was like going into depression because of this and we always had misunderstanding pertaining to cash and my business. Her health was also deteriorating and probably she felt the stressed of haveing a husband who was in business and perhaps even irresponsible. Her asthmatic attacked was frequent and her health was becoming weaker due to her depression about our marriage life and our future together, which at that time seemed so gloomy. It looked as if we were not going to make it together.
She stopped working completely in 1990 because she felt her health was deteriorating due to the frequent asthmatic attacks, and she was always in the state of mental stress and body fatigue. She was really ill in mind and body. We went to see many doctors and they diagnosed it as stressed and fatigue that caused her to experience frequent asthmatic attacked. One doctor even had advised me that probably my wife needed a chile in her life to make her happy and we should think of having a child. I had no objection to it but I let Allah to determine our lives whether it was time for us to have children at that time. There was no luck and we just went on with our daily lives as usual. She was the housewife and I was the businessman.
Noorasmah's mother in spiritual healing and witchcraft power too much. Whenever she felt ill, she would seek the spiritual healers to see whether anyone had charmed he in any way. They usually postulated that there were and she had to make sure that nobody did any harm to her by wearing talismans or consuming holy water or bathe in water polluted with flowers and small pieces of limes, provided by the spiritual healers. She went to many places for this reason, afraid of being charmed by other people that thought were angry or jealous of her.
My mother-in-law had influenced my wife. They went to see a Malay female spiritual healer at Tiong Bahru. My father-in-law had influenced my wife too and they went to seek a Malay male spiritual healer at Yishun. They believed that their daughter was unhealthy due to being charmed by other people. They had advised Noorasmah to have faith and try it out or perhaps Noorasmah had prayed to Allah for good health but it was not fulfilled. Maybe she thought to herself that the doctors could not do anything to make her health better and began to believe that spiritual healing was the only option. Probably in the past she was charmed by that Malay man or possessed by the evil spirit were the reasons she felt justified to go for spiritual healing sessions again. Finally, she was hooked by those spiritual healers' exploitations and her prayers to Allah was insufficient or ineffective for her to be well again. Whatever her reasons were, I could not make myself to agree totally with her decision but she insisted strongly partly because she believed in the dark and good forces in the unseen realm could influence her health. Muslims are taught to believe the existence of the good and evil forces in the unseen realm and I know other faiths too taught their followers likewise. So what could I say but just to let it be whatever they believed in their faiths.
Those two spiritual healers that my wife went to seek for spiritual healings had secretly informed her and had accused that my own mother had charmed her. She did not tell me but I had intuitions after she had refused to allow my own mother to treat her again. When I asked her she denied it and I kept quiet about it. I did not inform by mother about it.
At Yishun, the Malay "Bomoh" told us that there was an old woman from the spirit world, she had lived in our flat long before we shifted in and she had regarded my wife like her own daughter. This female 'Djinn" supposedly had many spirit followers too. She wished to make my wife like her own daughter, to take care and protect her from being harmed or ill by humans from the physical world and spirits from the unseen realm. She did want to see Noorasmah unhappy and unhealthy. However, this Malay male "Bomoh" too supposedly had his own spirit followers in the "Djinn" world. His spirit followers were supposedly warriors specialising in the Malay martial arts and they were trying to chase away the old woman spirit from my wife's life. Whenever the Malay male "Bomoh" came to inspect our flat, he would faint in the guest bedroom because his spirit followers would possess him when the old woman spirit and her spirit followers were present. It seemed that the guest room was her main sleeping area. This Malay "Bomoh" would then sat up in crossed legs and conversed with those unseen spirits before him. His eyes were closed and after they had communicated he would be unconscious again.
Later he told us that he had already ordered the spirit entities to leave us alone because he too had declared that we were like his children. Should they refused, then there would be war in the spirit world between his spirit followers and the old woman spirit followers. We ended up sleeping over at his flat for a few days because my wife was frightened to stay in our own flat. Then again we would go there again whenever my wife felt frightened or when she was alone at home. I hated to yield to her requests but she was really frightened. I needed to work and I had difficulties concentrating on my business. I ended up being depressed and unhappy too because of this reason.
Once while at the Malay male spiritual healer's flat, Noorasmah was possessed by a male spirit entity from the unseen realm and she began to do some "Kung-Fu" movements with her hands. He was a Non-Muslim spirit entity and he was one of the followers of the old woman spirit. He spoke Chinese and my wife was actually ignorant of Chinese language. I heard it and it daunted my mind for I knew that Chinese male spirit entity was very strong when I tried to hold her hands while the Malay healer was mumbling some holy verses to counter the spirit that possessed my wife's body. I could see the face expression of the spirit entity was in vained and he really had difficulties to move his hands too. At the end he left my wife's body. Before he did that, he said "I want to run away" in Chinese. It was in Hokkien dialect.
At Tiong Bahru, the Malay female spiritual healer claimed she had female Fairy followers claiming to be living in the sky. Once I saw my wife being possessed at her flat and Noorasmah was squatting, jumping up and down like a monkey when the female "Bomoh" blew a whistle. While Noorasmah was still in that trance state, I questioned her in English whether she was able to pray to Allah. She replied "Yes!" in English to me. In my mind I was wondering how come the entity that possessed her could understand English. It seemed that Noorasmah could not remember what had happened and I was not sure whether she was conscious or unconscious but she did not faint. Furthermore, after Noorasmah was herself again, she did not even mentioned anything to me about her strange behaviours. I did not question her about it for I felt she already went through enough with the spiritual healing session. So I just forego my curiosity.
Each time when any spiritual healers failed to make Noorasmah better, my mother-in-law and my wife would seek out for different spiritual healers. They had always mentioned that this healer or that healer uttered Qur'anic holy verses or they were using the healing methods of Islamic teachings. We went to one place at Marsiling whereby the Malay female spiritual healer and her husband claimed to have many spirit followers of Malay martial art warriors from the spirit world. Her husband would write something on the floor with his forefinger while his wife would be unconscious using her finger movements too to communicate with the spirits from the unseen realm. They too told us that there was an old woman spirit living in our flat and she had regarded Noorasmah like her own daughter. She was there long before we had shifted in to our flat. All these information frightened Noorasmah until she was uncomfortable when she stayed at home alone in the day or at night. To be honest with you, I was afraid too but I usually tried to disregard their information and ignored the presence of the old woman entity in the unseen world was living together with us at our flat. Sometimes we stayed over at their flat for spiritual healing treatments.
Soon I became almost like Noorasmah and the spiritual healer at Marsiling gave me talismans to ward off evil spirits. My own mother started to give me talisman for business and for self-protection from being harmed physically or spiritually. She too told me that there was an old woman spirit entity presence in our flat but she did not wish to indulge for she found out that Noorasmah had been treated by other spiritual healers. That really hurt her and I kept mummed about it. Finally she found out and she let the other spiritual healers to ward off the evil demons from our flat and from our lives. I did not really know why she did that but she felt hurt and she only linked her own spirit followers to me alone for my wife already distrusted my mother.
Then one day Noorasmah and I started to go to Benut, Johore State of West Malaysia. She had sorted for new spiritual healer again and somebody informed her about this place. I relented to her request to go there. The same treatment and procedure I saw in Singapore and I had always looked at it doubtfully. Sometimes I just gave them the benefit of doubts.
During the time when Noorasmah received this treatment from the Malay female "Bomoh" from Malaysia, one night I woke up and I saw Noorasmah was massaging her feet, legs and hands. I asked her what she was doing and she told me that it was not her who was doing the massaging. She seemed conscious and she knew it was not her action. I had seen her while being possessed by evil spirits so I thought maybe this spirit entity was good. She felt safe and I just watched her.
Sometimes while at home, with her face downcast and her front hair coveing part of her face, she would suddenly turned like someone else for a few seconds. She would looked at me directly with a slight impish smile. Then I would call to her sternly to stop that and she would be normal again as though nothing had happened. It seemed she was unaware about it because when I queried her why she did that, she seemed sort of lost about my inquiry.
Those few occasions when she was possessed, I saw she was conscious. She knew about her situation and it frightened her so much. She had already depended so much on the spiritual healers to control her life from the evil spirits that were disturbing her. She had trusted the spiritual healers' opinions more than her own husband and these business of spiritual healing were destroying our marriage lives. I was always busy with my own business and she felt neglected. Probably, she even suffered from mental demanic depression, which I had not realised.
I was so annoyed with all the spiritual healing sessions. So I began to spend more time at the office and we became quite estranged. I regretted for doing that business and I wished I had spent more time with her to make our lives more meaningful. I was very ambitious with my future. I wanted to be rich, famous and powerful.
In November 1991, I needed more funds to maintain my business so I went around to influence people about my ideas of making fast profitable money. I had created a 'get rich quick' scam. I knew it was a very foolish action but I took that risks. I knew it was against the law and should I failed to recover my losses and returned the investment money to the investors, I knew I was going to jailed. I was desperate. I thought I could use the hard cash and pay them back. I failed completely. I was scared of the investors. At the end I fled to Indonesia because I could not pay them back of their capitals plus high profits that I had promised.
On 20th August 1992, I fled without Noorasmah's knowledge. She did not know my whereabout. We were legally divorced on 25th May 1994 when I was absent from Singapore while I was living as a fugitive and an illegal immigrant in Bali. We were separated over ten years, from August 1992 to December 2002 because of my own foolish action.
After my released from imprisonment, we reconciled as busband and wife. It was a long journey before I could return home again to her and now I am trying to make her happy as best as I can. We are no longer believers of spiritual healing anymore and Noorasmah is a very good Muslim who believes in the Power of Almighty Allah regardless of her ill or good health now.
I have to digress for awhile here. Writing in Chapter Six and Seven about these possessions and spiritual healings is not something that I enjoyed to write about. It is as though I hailed the spirits or supernatural beliefs, which I now do not really like to indulge in too much. I wrote all these stories from chapter one to the present chapter for you to see for yourself that by believing in such things like these would make you like fools without good intelligence or conscience. It would not help you but it would only destroy your life instead of improving your life. It would deteriorate you in mind and body. It would affect your relationship with your family and society too. This should be avoided and you should have more faith with yourself before you have faith in your religion or God. Follow the laws that are good and those that are not good, probably you have to contemplate for yourself whether to hold on to it or ignore them.
Times changes and we have to change with time too. It is just like when you know A is already false, would you still believe in A or would you move on to B for you to search for better knowledge and probably you would gain new truth in your development as humans.
My own opinion of good or evil forces presence in the unseen world is that it is only superstitious belief and probably I would never believe in it again till my last breath. I believe they are souls of mankind. They are harmless unless you believed that have mighty powers.
Those of us who have these beliefs about evil and good spirits in the unseen world that could influence humans in their health and in their daily lives should review the fundamental facts that your bad or good actions are yours. Do not blame the evil spirits for your evil actions and do not depend on the good spirits to help you with your good actions. You must learned to blame yourself when you do something bad and give yourself a good pat for doing something good. Perhaps we should just stop talking about the good or bad spirits presence in the unseen world; then we could eradicate the superstitious beliefs of good and evil forces in the unseen world.
I relented to Noorasmah's request for spiritual healing treatments due to the facts that I was unable to help her with her health and partly I was ignorant of the psychological effect upon her. I was not religious or highly educated. I have only Secondary Four education level. It showed how dangerous it is to have lacked of education or no education at all. Probably I did not do much reading on books that would give me more knowledge about the world in general and developed my own intelligence. I only managed to do that when I was in prison.
Supernatural or Spiritual or Faith healing is not in the agenda of Science because it is not reliable. Scientists need to see the process of healing can be repeated continuously before they can say it is true. They need to measure their results and they need to see the facts and data of producing such results.
Whether these stories have any relevancy to you depends on what you see the mind of yours can do. The mind is meant for us to think logically and intelligently for our lives to go forward and never to use it for such things as witchcraft beliefs or maybe some superstitious beliefs of good and evil forces in the unseen world. Those evil and good forces are meant for us humans to use it or control it within our lives as humans and not with the spirits in the unseen world. I regarded myself as a fool for believing such things in the past and I revealed all these stories for you to judge for yourself where you stand in regards to this matter of good and evil knowledge or spirits.
LIFE - Mind Of A Mankind - Chapter Four
THE POSSESSION
Say: I seek refuge
With the Lord
And Cherisher of Mankind,
The King (or Ruler)
Of Mankind, -
From the mischief
Of the Whisperer
(Of Evil), who withdraws
(After his whisper), -
(The same) who whispers
Into the hearts of Mankind, -
Among Jinns
And among Men.
Quoted from the Holy Qur'an
Chapter 114, Nas or Mankind, verse 1 to verse 6
I have written about my own mother and now I will tell you more about my own experience in dealing with the spirits from the unseen realm. You must be wondering why I write so much about these spirits. I need you to know all these for you to judge for yourself whether all these bad or good spirits existed because we believed in them due to our religious belief and folklore superstitions or it is just a stage play for the spirits to manipulate our mind. It has to do with our mind in a sense that we are frighten of ghosts, evil spirits and the Devil but we are unafraid of holy spirits and angels of God. Is it true that they would only exist when we believed in them and they would not exist if we do not believed in them? I will say it is true after I had encountered them in Singapore and Indonesia.
In retrospect, when I think about it, I believed it was all about overcoming my own fears of the unknown. And from that inner circle prison, I stepped out, look at it from the outside and found out that I was a prisoner of my own illusion. Then I saw and met those who were outside my cell. They were actually trying to pull me out and breathe the fresh air outside for more life and to cherish life. Then I would wake up and sing halleluja or thank God for giving me life rather than sing-sing in hell forever on planet earth.
In this chapter I am writing about the life of mine in the past when I was still a believer in good and evil spirits from the unseen world, besides the Devils, Angels and Allah. I was still bounded by my faith in Islamic belief in "Djinns" from the unseen world. I did not question about their existence and their true identity. So I hope you would understand why I behaved such manner in the past.
The story is based upon my own experience and encounter. There is no embellishment to make into a fantastic story. I am writing the occurrences with sincerity and truthfulness. The names may be different to protect the privacy and identities of the people involved. In may strike your mind to wonder why I always encountered these spirits in my life. In the past I was wondering the same thing too but now, I have no more questions about them. They know I am not afraid of them and they know why.
In 1986, I was working in a stock broking firm in Singapore as a registration clerk. There I met Noorasmah. I was working there for about a month then one day while I was waiting for the lifts at the lobby, she happened to be there at the right time at the right place. I decided to go lunched with her and I asked her permission whether I could join her. She was blushed and then she shyly agreed to my request. We went lunched together and our relationship kicked off from there. From that day onward, we went lunched together everyday then after I knew her better I dated her out. Our relationship flowered to courtship and both of us fell in love with each other. I got to know more about her parents and sisters. Then I became closed to all of them. Within a few months later, Noorasmah and I began to plan for our future life together and marriage came to our mind. We were both twenty-three years old and later we tied the knot the following year.
Noorasmah was suffering from Asthmatic. Her appearance looked quite frailed due to frequent asthmatic attacks but she always look beautiful to me. I fell in love with her not just because of her beauty but she also has good characters, kind and loving heart. While we were courting, I found out about her little secret and she concealed that from me until I persisted her to tell me.
Prior to her employment in a stock broking firm which I later became an employee too, she was working as a pharmacist assistant in a polyclinic at Pago Road in Singapore. She had an argument with one of her Malay male colleague in his forties. She had a bad quarrelled with this man for holding her hand to show that there were some messy pill powders on their desk after packing them into the sachets. What I am going to write now, it seemed very derogating in regards to Malays' mentality. It sounds so ridiculous yet it is true. It is shameful and sinful within the context of Islamic faith, yet it is useful for most of them, especially for those that believed in the arts of witchcraft or voodoo. They utilised it for one's vindictive desires to be fulfilled.
After a few weeks after her resignation from the clinic, one day while Noorasmah was travelling on board a bus in the evening, she felt something momentarily and distinctively like a finger tip pressure sensation sort of penetrating on her forehead, slightly above her eye browse. That particular night her eyesight became blurred and she always felt sleepy around 7 p.m. which was not wont to her. Normally, she would sleep around 10 p.m. or 11 p.m. So after that day, most of the time she would go to bed early. It was not due to fatigue but she always felt weak. She did not sleep well most of the time as though it was like half asleep and half awake. It was as though there was something that was whispering to her within her heart. This condition went on for few weeks.
Then one evening, she felt her eyes were painful like there were numerous pinpricked sensations. She felt uncomfortable and painful when she closed her eyes. She could not sleep and inside her head she felt it was like burning hot. She could not get up and walked too. She felt frightened with her condition. Then she screamed and shouted out for her mother. Her mother went into her bedroom to see what was the matter with her daughter. Noorasmah told her mother about her condition. Her mother touched Noorasmah's forehead and body, it felt hot. Thinking that it was high fever, she decided to send her to a private clinic.
Noorasmah's mother and sisters had to carry her because she could not stand-up and walk. They went to the private clinic but the quirked thing was, upon reaching the clinic's premises, Noorasmah could slightly walked and her body temperatures subsided. The doctor examined her and there was no fever. He informed Noorasmah's mother and sisters that there was nothing wrong with Noorasmah. She was well and healthy. They went home then it began again. They already heard the doctor's statement when they met him at the private clinic earlier, so they decided to see a 'Bomoh' or spiritual healer that night about Noorasmah's strange illness.
Noorasmah is an intelligent person. She has 'A' Level education and she had studied at one of the prestigious school in Singapore. She actually disbelieved in witchcraft until that day when she had experienced it herself. This was her confession to me and she went to see another "Bomoh" at Kampung Bukit Timah for spiritual healing treatment because she was not really recuperated totally from her strange illness though her felt better after some spiritual healing treatment from the previous spiritual healer.
This female spiritual healer told her that a Malay man was the culprit but she did not disclose the identity of that Malay man. Nobody can accused anybody when it comes to witchcraft because we do not know whether the spiritual healer was genuine or faking and whether all this witchcraft is true or false.
I had accompanied her several times for that spiritual healing sessions. I watched and observed the spiritual healer. She was in a state of trance and there was a male assistance to help with the spiritual healing procedures. It was almost similar to my own mother's method of spiritual healing. Noorasmah was given water with sliced small pieces of limes and flowers in it for bathing. A bottle filled with water mantra over by the healer with Qur'anic holy verses for Noorasmah to consume it. She was given a few raw chicken eggs for her to stroke gently all over her body and then the raw eggs would have to be returned to the healer on the subsequent visits. Noorasmah told me that once when she had returned the raw chicken eggs to the healer, when it were broken by the healer, there were needles inside it. She told me that she had actually witnessed it with her own eyes. There were no tricks and the healer did not change the eggs. My own mother did not use chicken raw eggs for her spiritual healing treatment for her visitors, except that Busu loved to eat raw chicken eggs for his own consumption whenever he turned up. I trusted Noorasmah's word because she is not that kind of person who likes to lie. I did not witness it for myself but I just listened to her story. I just let it be because I did not wish to indulge in the supernatural power of spiritual healing anymore. I had put all that memories of my own mother's spiritual healing abilities at the back of my mind. Actually, Noorasmah was ashamed and afraid to let me know about her little secret. She thought that I had never came across about spiritual healing before and furthermore she thought that I would probably disbelieve about it too. She went for that spiritual healing treatments for a few months until she felt better but not totally healed. She still felt tired and the whispering within her heart was still active on a number of occassions when she tried to go to sleep. All that time I kept quiet about my mother's past life as a spiritual healer from her until one late evening when Busu came to the rescue.
It was a month before our marriage was to take place on the 7th March 1987. Noorasmah was staying with her youngest sister at Tampines. She had stayed there because her parents were separated after many years of misunderstandings. They were getting divorced.
The apartment block was quiet and empty with many available flats for sales. Tampines area was not very popular at that time. Rubiah's flat was the only apartment that was occupied on that floor level. We were outside Rubiah's flat chatting at the common corridor about many things and observing the scenery in front of us one late evening. Right next to her flat was an empty apartment then suddenly Rubiah mentioned about the her neighbour's vacant flat. The three of us were talking something about why nobody wanted to stay in her block then she jokingly remarked, "You know I have stayed here for so long and this flat next to mine has been vacant for so long since the day I shifted here. Maybe there is a "Pontianak" (female vampire) living inside it."
When Noorasmah and I heard that statement, I knew Noorasmah was frightened and I felt goose-pimples behind my neck. Noorasmah scolded her sister for commenting like that. Later that night, I went back home as usual after spending time with Noorasmah and Rubiah.
The next day when I met Noorasmah again at her sister's place, she told me she could not sleep all night because she was disturbed and tormented by a large Black Shroud phantom. Each time when she closed her eyes to sleep, she saw a large black shroud was spinning above her body and it was trying to cover her up. The thing could transform itself into may hands too and it kept coming at her. It tried to cover her up numerous times and at one staged it succeeded. She tried to chase away the thing by uttering Qur'anic holy verses but it was not afraid by her prayers. It tormented her until dawn prayer session, then it disappeared and the disturbances stopped completely. After that she could sleep. I told her probably it was only a bad nightmare while she was sleeping. She disagreed with me because she said she was awake and she it with her own eyes. She told Rubiah about it but she just listened without saying anything. That day she was afraid to stay at her sister's flat so I decided to bring her home to stay there with my family for a few days until she felt better. As for Rubiah, she was used to being alone with her two young daughters. Her husband was going through treatment again at the drug rehabilitation centre and he had been there for quite awhile. So I guessed she had no choice and I believed she was not so frightened like Noorasmah. I know she was a strong woman.
That evening around 9 p.m. at my parents' flat, Noorasmah was folding her clothing in a bedroom. I was present with her and we were sitting on the floor talking. I was watching her folding up the clothes neatly, suddenly she remained silent and she behaved strangely. She was staring at me. Her face feature expression was different. Her head tilted slightly downward with the front hair covering part of her face and her eyes were staring straight at me fiercely as though she was angry. Then she grinned widely at me with her teeth fully bared like an evil demon, making deep ferocious and frightening animal like sounds. Then it suddenly attacked forward and growled at me loudly with her hands brought up clawed like. I fell backward. I was so shocked and frightened too with her unexpected personality changed. My parents heard the noise and came into the room quickly. They saw it and it turned to face them, showing them its ferocious and evil characteristics expression. I was still in a shocked and I felt frightful of whatever it was that took over control the body of Noorasmah.
My father and mother shouted "Hey!" at it loudly and sternly. All of us were uttering Qur'anic holy verses quietly but nothing seemed to help the situation. They called out Noorasmah's name but it responded fiercely trying to frighten them and stopped them from coming nearer. My mother caught hold of its hands and tried to make it stopped from struggling. Noorasmah's personality came back on for a few seconds, crying for help but it disappeared and then changed to that animal like characteristics again. It tried to free itself from my mother's hands gripped hold and I had recovered from my frightful shocked to catch hold of its hands too. We felt its powerful strength unlike Noorasmah's characteristic. It was very strong and toughed. My mother was shouting at it to get out and at the same time calling for Noorasmah. Noorasmah's personality came back on again crying and pleading loudly for to us to help her from the evil thing but then the evil entity came back on again. Noorasmah could not control her body and we noticed too that she was not unconscious. She was aware of being possessed by an evil spirit but she could do anything to help herself. That was the first time I saw someone being possessed yet fully conscious about it. I had never encountered anything like it before in my life.
My mother released her gripped on the evil entity's hands and told me to do the same thing. It sat down, it grinned impishly and growled at all of us. Noorasmah's personality came back on again for a few seconds and disappeared again, replaced by that evil thing again. We just looked at it thinking what to do next. At this point by eldest brother, Charles and my eldest sister, Wati, just got back home. They heard came in to the bedroom to investigate the commotion. Charles was a Christian and he saw it. Then he looked at it and commanded, "In the name of Jesus, I command you to leave this body." Nothing happened and it growled just as usual. Wati was afraid to come near it. Then all of them left the room leaving me alone with the evil spirit. Noorasmah's personality came back on again crying for me to help her and vanished again. Then strangely, the light inside the room went off and was totally shocked. Without thinking I asked the evil entity in English whether it caused the light to go off. I was surprised when it nodded to my question with its fierce mien. I felt the goose bumps all over my body. In my mind, I wondered to myself, "How come it could understand English?" I went to the light switch, pressed it on and off then the light came back on again. I guessed maybe the light switch was faulty.
My parents came into the room again and my mother brought with her the brown coconut leave stems sweeper. My father was nearby and I was sitting next to my mother facing the evil entity. My mother was not unconscious, and then out of a sudden she turned aggressive and grabbed Noorasmah's hands. It was Busu. My father and I knew it was Busu.
The evil entity cried out loudly trying to get away from Busu and he grabbed the sweeper angrily wanting to hit the evil thing with it but we stopped him from doing so. He grabbed hold of Noorasmah's hands again and it growled loudly at Busu, trying to get away from Busu. We could see Busu was angrily gesturing at it with his own ferocious behaviours too.
There were no wrestling match and all this happened when both spirit entities were sitting down. Busu would grab the evil spirit's hands and it would try to unlock Busu's gripped. Then at one stage after we stopped Busu from hitting the evil spirit with the sweeper, Busu pulled the evil spirit's hair, used his hands to cover roughly onto the evil spirit face and then scorned at it with his own evil expression. We saw that the evil spirit was totally confused when Busu did that. We could see that the evil thing was afraid of Busu. Then suddenly there was no evil spirit and it seemed to have vanished. It lasted about five to ten minutes, then Noorasmah's personality came back on crying loudly and sobbing. And this time permanently.
Busu turned to face my father, informed him with his angry face expression and hands gesturing that the evil spirit was still hiding inside Noorasmah's body. He grabbed hold of Noorasmah's hands, she cried loudly, frightened by Busu's actions. We understood that Busu was still trying to make sure that the evil spirit had left Noorasmah alone. It did not appear anymore and Busu then turned to my father, gestured to him a few things then left my mother's body. My mother was unconscious. Noorasmah had stopped crying while I tried to comfort her and there was no possession anymore.
Somehow another my father and I were relieved that Busu had turned up. There was no other way to chase away the evil entity out from Noorasmah's physical body. The scenario that I had witnessed was something I had never seen before except on that particular day. Two different spirits had possessed two human bodies and they were sort of fighting with each other. That was amazing, just like as though good versus evil, something like the angels and devils that were mentioned in most holy scriptures in the world.
My mother regained her consciousness again and sat up from her reposed position. She told us that the evil spirit was also trying to possess her when she was in a trance and Busu was there to prevent it from happening. She said that the evil spirit that had possessed Noorasmah was like the 'Monkey God" of the Taoism faith. It could transform itself to a large Black Shroud with many hands. It was very evil. We asked her why was it that this spirit possessed Noorasmah. My mother told us that Noorasmah could have offended it and she too did not know what was the main reason it came to Noorasmah.
My eldest sister, Wati, stated that this 'Monkey God' had possessed her colleague at one occasion. She went to the Chinese Temple to offer prayers to it to seek forgiveness. Her colleague became well after that. My parents refused that kind of suggestion because as Muslims, we were not supposed to offer any prayers to idols or to any other deities that Non-Muslims believed.
I have to let you know that when Noorasmah came to my parent's home that day, we did not even mention anything to them about Noorasmah's experience and encounter with a Black Shroud phantom at Tampines. Noorasmah told them about it after the possession was over.
The next day, my father told us that he had dreamt of a big black being like a monkey had grabbed him from behind him. He had to go to the window and threw that thing out. I think that was only a nightmare but was it. That day onward, Noorasmah stayed with my parents under my mother's care until a week prior our wedding day. There was no more possession and she only went home to Tampines once in awhile to visit her sister and her nieces.
Say: I seek refuge
With the Lord
And Cherisher of Mankind,
The King (or Ruler)
Of Mankind, -
From the mischief
Of the Whisperer
(Of Evil), who withdraws
(After his whisper), -
(The same) who whispers
Into the hearts of Mankind, -
Among Jinns
And among Men.
Quoted from the Holy Qur'an
Chapter 114, Nas or Mankind, verse 1 to verse 6
I have written about my own mother and now I will tell you more about my own experience in dealing with the spirits from the unseen realm. You must be wondering why I write so much about these spirits. I need you to know all these for you to judge for yourself whether all these bad or good spirits existed because we believed in them due to our religious belief and folklore superstitions or it is just a stage play for the spirits to manipulate our mind. It has to do with our mind in a sense that we are frighten of ghosts, evil spirits and the Devil but we are unafraid of holy spirits and angels of God. Is it true that they would only exist when we believed in them and they would not exist if we do not believed in them? I will say it is true after I had encountered them in Singapore and Indonesia.
In retrospect, when I think about it, I believed it was all about overcoming my own fears of the unknown. And from that inner circle prison, I stepped out, look at it from the outside and found out that I was a prisoner of my own illusion. Then I saw and met those who were outside my cell. They were actually trying to pull me out and breathe the fresh air outside for more life and to cherish life. Then I would wake up and sing halleluja or thank God for giving me life rather than sing-sing in hell forever on planet earth.
In this chapter I am writing about the life of mine in the past when I was still a believer in good and evil spirits from the unseen world, besides the Devils, Angels and Allah. I was still bounded by my faith in Islamic belief in "Djinns" from the unseen world. I did not question about their existence and their true identity. So I hope you would understand why I behaved such manner in the past.
The story is based upon my own experience and encounter. There is no embellishment to make into a fantastic story. I am writing the occurrences with sincerity and truthfulness. The names may be different to protect the privacy and identities of the people involved. In may strike your mind to wonder why I always encountered these spirits in my life. In the past I was wondering the same thing too but now, I have no more questions about them. They know I am not afraid of them and they know why.
In 1986, I was working in a stock broking firm in Singapore as a registration clerk. There I met Noorasmah. I was working there for about a month then one day while I was waiting for the lifts at the lobby, she happened to be there at the right time at the right place. I decided to go lunched with her and I asked her permission whether I could join her. She was blushed and then she shyly agreed to my request. We went lunched together and our relationship kicked off from there. From that day onward, we went lunched together everyday then after I knew her better I dated her out. Our relationship flowered to courtship and both of us fell in love with each other. I got to know more about her parents and sisters. Then I became closed to all of them. Within a few months later, Noorasmah and I began to plan for our future life together and marriage came to our mind. We were both twenty-three years old and later we tied the knot the following year.
Noorasmah was suffering from Asthmatic. Her appearance looked quite frailed due to frequent asthmatic attacks but she always look beautiful to me. I fell in love with her not just because of her beauty but she also has good characters, kind and loving heart. While we were courting, I found out about her little secret and she concealed that from me until I persisted her to tell me.
Prior to her employment in a stock broking firm which I later became an employee too, she was working as a pharmacist assistant in a polyclinic at Pago Road in Singapore. She had an argument with one of her Malay male colleague in his forties. She had a bad quarrelled with this man for holding her hand to show that there were some messy pill powders on their desk after packing them into the sachets. What I am going to write now, it seemed very derogating in regards to Malays' mentality. It sounds so ridiculous yet it is true. It is shameful and sinful within the context of Islamic faith, yet it is useful for most of them, especially for those that believed in the arts of witchcraft or voodoo. They utilised it for one's vindictive desires to be fulfilled.
After a few weeks after her resignation from the clinic, one day while Noorasmah was travelling on board a bus in the evening, she felt something momentarily and distinctively like a finger tip pressure sensation sort of penetrating on her forehead, slightly above her eye browse. That particular night her eyesight became blurred and she always felt sleepy around 7 p.m. which was not wont to her. Normally, she would sleep around 10 p.m. or 11 p.m. So after that day, most of the time she would go to bed early. It was not due to fatigue but she always felt weak. She did not sleep well most of the time as though it was like half asleep and half awake. It was as though there was something that was whispering to her within her heart. This condition went on for few weeks.
Then one evening, she felt her eyes were painful like there were numerous pinpricked sensations. She felt uncomfortable and painful when she closed her eyes. She could not sleep and inside her head she felt it was like burning hot. She could not get up and walked too. She felt frightened with her condition. Then she screamed and shouted out for her mother. Her mother went into her bedroom to see what was the matter with her daughter. Noorasmah told her mother about her condition. Her mother touched Noorasmah's forehead and body, it felt hot. Thinking that it was high fever, she decided to send her to a private clinic.
Noorasmah's mother and sisters had to carry her because she could not stand-up and walk. They went to the private clinic but the quirked thing was, upon reaching the clinic's premises, Noorasmah could slightly walked and her body temperatures subsided. The doctor examined her and there was no fever. He informed Noorasmah's mother and sisters that there was nothing wrong with Noorasmah. She was well and healthy. They went home then it began again. They already heard the doctor's statement when they met him at the private clinic earlier, so they decided to see a 'Bomoh' or spiritual healer that night about Noorasmah's strange illness.
Noorasmah is an intelligent person. She has 'A' Level education and she had studied at one of the prestigious school in Singapore. She actually disbelieved in witchcraft until that day when she had experienced it herself. This was her confession to me and she went to see another "Bomoh" at Kampung Bukit Timah for spiritual healing treatment because she was not really recuperated totally from her strange illness though her felt better after some spiritual healing treatment from the previous spiritual healer.
This female spiritual healer told her that a Malay man was the culprit but she did not disclose the identity of that Malay man. Nobody can accused anybody when it comes to witchcraft because we do not know whether the spiritual healer was genuine or faking and whether all this witchcraft is true or false.
I had accompanied her several times for that spiritual healing sessions. I watched and observed the spiritual healer. She was in a state of trance and there was a male assistance to help with the spiritual healing procedures. It was almost similar to my own mother's method of spiritual healing. Noorasmah was given water with sliced small pieces of limes and flowers in it for bathing. A bottle filled with water mantra over by the healer with Qur'anic holy verses for Noorasmah to consume it. She was given a few raw chicken eggs for her to stroke gently all over her body and then the raw eggs would have to be returned to the healer on the subsequent visits. Noorasmah told me that once when she had returned the raw chicken eggs to the healer, when it were broken by the healer, there were needles inside it. She told me that she had actually witnessed it with her own eyes. There were no tricks and the healer did not change the eggs. My own mother did not use chicken raw eggs for her spiritual healing treatment for her visitors, except that Busu loved to eat raw chicken eggs for his own consumption whenever he turned up. I trusted Noorasmah's word because she is not that kind of person who likes to lie. I did not witness it for myself but I just listened to her story. I just let it be because I did not wish to indulge in the supernatural power of spiritual healing anymore. I had put all that memories of my own mother's spiritual healing abilities at the back of my mind. Actually, Noorasmah was ashamed and afraid to let me know about her little secret. She thought that I had never came across about spiritual healing before and furthermore she thought that I would probably disbelieve about it too. She went for that spiritual healing treatments for a few months until she felt better but not totally healed. She still felt tired and the whispering within her heart was still active on a number of occassions when she tried to go to sleep. All that time I kept quiet about my mother's past life as a spiritual healer from her until one late evening when Busu came to the rescue.
It was a month before our marriage was to take place on the 7th March 1987. Noorasmah was staying with her youngest sister at Tampines. She had stayed there because her parents were separated after many years of misunderstandings. They were getting divorced.
The apartment block was quiet and empty with many available flats for sales. Tampines area was not very popular at that time. Rubiah's flat was the only apartment that was occupied on that floor level. We were outside Rubiah's flat chatting at the common corridor about many things and observing the scenery in front of us one late evening. Right next to her flat was an empty apartment then suddenly Rubiah mentioned about the her neighbour's vacant flat. The three of us were talking something about why nobody wanted to stay in her block then she jokingly remarked, "You know I have stayed here for so long and this flat next to mine has been vacant for so long since the day I shifted here. Maybe there is a "Pontianak" (female vampire) living inside it."
When Noorasmah and I heard that statement, I knew Noorasmah was frightened and I felt goose-pimples behind my neck. Noorasmah scolded her sister for commenting like that. Later that night, I went back home as usual after spending time with Noorasmah and Rubiah.
The next day when I met Noorasmah again at her sister's place, she told me she could not sleep all night because she was disturbed and tormented by a large Black Shroud phantom. Each time when she closed her eyes to sleep, she saw a large black shroud was spinning above her body and it was trying to cover her up. The thing could transform itself into may hands too and it kept coming at her. It tried to cover her up numerous times and at one staged it succeeded. She tried to chase away the thing by uttering Qur'anic holy verses but it was not afraid by her prayers. It tormented her until dawn prayer session, then it disappeared and the disturbances stopped completely. After that she could sleep. I told her probably it was only a bad nightmare while she was sleeping. She disagreed with me because she said she was awake and she it with her own eyes. She told Rubiah about it but she just listened without saying anything. That day she was afraid to stay at her sister's flat so I decided to bring her home to stay there with my family for a few days until she felt better. As for Rubiah, she was used to being alone with her two young daughters. Her husband was going through treatment again at the drug rehabilitation centre and he had been there for quite awhile. So I guessed she had no choice and I believed she was not so frightened like Noorasmah. I know she was a strong woman.
That evening around 9 p.m. at my parents' flat, Noorasmah was folding her clothing in a bedroom. I was present with her and we were sitting on the floor talking. I was watching her folding up the clothes neatly, suddenly she remained silent and she behaved strangely. She was staring at me. Her face feature expression was different. Her head tilted slightly downward with the front hair covering part of her face and her eyes were staring straight at me fiercely as though she was angry. Then she grinned widely at me with her teeth fully bared like an evil demon, making deep ferocious and frightening animal like sounds. Then it suddenly attacked forward and growled at me loudly with her hands brought up clawed like. I fell backward. I was so shocked and frightened too with her unexpected personality changed. My parents heard the noise and came into the room quickly. They saw it and it turned to face them, showing them its ferocious and evil characteristics expression. I was still in a shocked and I felt frightful of whatever it was that took over control the body of Noorasmah.
My father and mother shouted "Hey!" at it loudly and sternly. All of us were uttering Qur'anic holy verses quietly but nothing seemed to help the situation. They called out Noorasmah's name but it responded fiercely trying to frighten them and stopped them from coming nearer. My mother caught hold of its hands and tried to make it stopped from struggling. Noorasmah's personality came back on for a few seconds, crying for help but it disappeared and then changed to that animal like characteristics again. It tried to free itself from my mother's hands gripped hold and I had recovered from my frightful shocked to catch hold of its hands too. We felt its powerful strength unlike Noorasmah's characteristic. It was very strong and toughed. My mother was shouting at it to get out and at the same time calling for Noorasmah. Noorasmah's personality came back on again crying and pleading loudly for to us to help her from the evil thing but then the evil entity came back on again. Noorasmah could not control her body and we noticed too that she was not unconscious. She was aware of being possessed by an evil spirit but she could do anything to help herself. That was the first time I saw someone being possessed yet fully conscious about it. I had never encountered anything like it before in my life.
My mother released her gripped on the evil entity's hands and told me to do the same thing. It sat down, it grinned impishly and growled at all of us. Noorasmah's personality came back on again for a few seconds and disappeared again, replaced by that evil thing again. We just looked at it thinking what to do next. At this point by eldest brother, Charles and my eldest sister, Wati, just got back home. They heard came in to the bedroom to investigate the commotion. Charles was a Christian and he saw it. Then he looked at it and commanded, "In the name of Jesus, I command you to leave this body." Nothing happened and it growled just as usual. Wati was afraid to come near it. Then all of them left the room leaving me alone with the evil spirit. Noorasmah's personality came back on again crying for me to help her and vanished again. Then strangely, the light inside the room went off and was totally shocked. Without thinking I asked the evil entity in English whether it caused the light to go off. I was surprised when it nodded to my question with its fierce mien. I felt the goose bumps all over my body. In my mind, I wondered to myself, "How come it could understand English?" I went to the light switch, pressed it on and off then the light came back on again. I guessed maybe the light switch was faulty.
My parents came into the room again and my mother brought with her the brown coconut leave stems sweeper. My father was nearby and I was sitting next to my mother facing the evil entity. My mother was not unconscious, and then out of a sudden she turned aggressive and grabbed Noorasmah's hands. It was Busu. My father and I knew it was Busu.
The evil entity cried out loudly trying to get away from Busu and he grabbed the sweeper angrily wanting to hit the evil thing with it but we stopped him from doing so. He grabbed hold of Noorasmah's hands again and it growled loudly at Busu, trying to get away from Busu. We could see Busu was angrily gesturing at it with his own ferocious behaviours too.
There were no wrestling match and all this happened when both spirit entities were sitting down. Busu would grab the evil spirit's hands and it would try to unlock Busu's gripped. Then at one stage after we stopped Busu from hitting the evil spirit with the sweeper, Busu pulled the evil spirit's hair, used his hands to cover roughly onto the evil spirit face and then scorned at it with his own evil expression. We saw that the evil spirit was totally confused when Busu did that. We could see that the evil thing was afraid of Busu. Then suddenly there was no evil spirit and it seemed to have vanished. It lasted about five to ten minutes, then Noorasmah's personality came back on crying loudly and sobbing. And this time permanently.
Busu turned to face my father, informed him with his angry face expression and hands gesturing that the evil spirit was still hiding inside Noorasmah's body. He grabbed hold of Noorasmah's hands, she cried loudly, frightened by Busu's actions. We understood that Busu was still trying to make sure that the evil spirit had left Noorasmah alone. It did not appear anymore and Busu then turned to my father, gestured to him a few things then left my mother's body. My mother was unconscious. Noorasmah had stopped crying while I tried to comfort her and there was no possession anymore.
Somehow another my father and I were relieved that Busu had turned up. There was no other way to chase away the evil entity out from Noorasmah's physical body. The scenario that I had witnessed was something I had never seen before except on that particular day. Two different spirits had possessed two human bodies and they were sort of fighting with each other. That was amazing, just like as though good versus evil, something like the angels and devils that were mentioned in most holy scriptures in the world.
My mother regained her consciousness again and sat up from her reposed position. She told us that the evil spirit was also trying to possess her when she was in a trance and Busu was there to prevent it from happening. She said that the evil spirit that had possessed Noorasmah was like the 'Monkey God" of the Taoism faith. It could transform itself to a large Black Shroud with many hands. It was very evil. We asked her why was it that this spirit possessed Noorasmah. My mother told us that Noorasmah could have offended it and she too did not know what was the main reason it came to Noorasmah.
My eldest sister, Wati, stated that this 'Monkey God' had possessed her colleague at one occasion. She went to the Chinese Temple to offer prayers to it to seek forgiveness. Her colleague became well after that. My parents refused that kind of suggestion because as Muslims, we were not supposed to offer any prayers to idols or to any other deities that Non-Muslims believed.
I have to let you know that when Noorasmah came to my parent's home that day, we did not even mention anything to them about Noorasmah's experience and encounter with a Black Shroud phantom at Tampines. Noorasmah told them about it after the possession was over.
The next day, my father told us that he had dreamt of a big black being like a monkey had grabbed him from behind him. He had to go to the window and threw that thing out. I think that was only a nightmare but was it. That day onward, Noorasmah stayed with my parents under my mother's care until a week prior our wedding day. There was no more possession and she only went home to Tampines once in awhile to visit her sister and her nieces.
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
LIFE - Mind Of A Mankind - Chapter Three
SALMAH'S FOLLOWERS
My Mother, Father and Siblings cried
when I went away.
I have made myself
in and out of their minds millions of times.
I saw everything I need to know about them
and I saw many things I need to know
about being a sister or a brother.
My name could be anyone of my family members.
I shared my life with them
and I shared my tears with them.
This is the reason I wrote my words for them to read
for my family of Mahmood and Salmah.
My dearest brothers and sisters,
the day I went away
I saw my mother and father and siblings crying for me.
You know I felt very sad on that day
and I cried too
because all of you were crying for me.
My mother now is with me
and I love her very much.
Joe is only writing this for me
to reach to all of you.
I will not lie to you my family
because I went away
with all of your love within my heart.
Thank you for your love for me
and I love all of you very much.
With All My Love for you,
Zainab Bte Mahmood
My Mother, Father and Siblings cried
when I went away.
I have made myself
in and out of their minds millions of times.
I saw everything I need to know about them
and I saw many things I need to know
about being a sister or a brother.
My name could be anyone of my family members.
I shared my life with them
and I shared my tears with them.
This is the reason I wrote my words for them to read
for my family of Mahmood and Salmah.
My dearest brothers and sisters,
the day I went away
I saw my mother and father and siblings crying for me.
You know I felt very sad on that day
and I cried too
because all of you were crying for me.
My mother now is with me
and I love her very much.
Joe is only writing this for me
to reach to all of you.
I will not lie to you my family
because I went away
with all of your love within my heart.
Thank you for your love for me
and I love all of you very much.
With All My Love for you,
Zainab Bte Mahmood
From My Sister
I have written about my mother before I write about her followers of 'Djinns' or Spirit People from the unseen world and she was able to perform the spiritual healing partly because of them. My father told me that the first time that he had encountered with the Spirits of my mother's was during on their wedding night. I do not know the details so much maybe because my father felt embarrassed to tell me about it. He told me that night my mother had suddenly became like someone else. The Spirits told my father not to make my mother sad and not to make her feel as though she was not a good wife to him too. Then they went out of my mother's body and my father was so afraid of them after that incident. I saw them when I was a toddler and they kept coming to meet us until we shifted to our new flat. The last time I saw one entity within my mother's mind and body was in 1987 before I got married to my first wife, Noorasmah. In the past before they came to meet my father and us children, my mother would become unconscious and they would go into my mother's unconscious body adn then woke up from the reposed position. They would sit in a crossed leg position, gave my father the Islamic way of greeting and my father would acknowledge to them likewise.
Their characters and behaviours were not like my mother though the physical body was. They never opened their eyes and sometimes when my father asked thme to look at the television screen, they seemed to be able to see the programmes on with their eyes closed but yet they could actually see it. They spoke to my father in the manner of those olden days Malay language, which my father could understand and sometimes he could not understand. While conversing with my father, they would use their hands to gesture to make their words more comprehensive. They would usually advised my father to becaome a good man and husband. They would advise my father to pray and remember Allah always. They would tell my father about my mother's feelings or worries or health conditions and my father would enquire them whether my mother was angry with him or happy with his behaviours and attitudes. My father would in return explained to them why he behaved such and such manner towards my mother or why he was angry with her. They would then advise my father to be patience and they would advise my mother too about her behaviours and attitudes too.
When there were visitors to meet my mother and the Spirit People for spiritual healing treatments, they would come to meet the visitors. My father would become the assistant to them because many of the visitors could not understand their language. My father would in return relate their messages to the visitors. They used limes, flowers, incense and a bowl of water and looked at to relate the illness of the visitors. My father would burn some incense onto the burning charcoals in a small clay cup. Then they would mumble some holy verses and they would slice the limes bits by bits into the bowl of water and gazed on it. Then they would tell the visitors about the illness that they came for the treatments and most of the visitors believed them because they were told about something that my mother or my father did not know about until the visitors themselves heard it from them. They would advise the visitors the things that the visitors needed to do and after they had advised the visitors, they would put in flowers into the bowl of water that already contained the sliced limes. The water were then given to the visitors for bathing or for washing the face of that particular ill individuals. Usually the visitors would bring along with them a bottle to be filled up with the holy water from another bowl that the 'Djinn' had mantra over with the holy verses. The water were meant to be consumed by the particular sick individual. The Spirit would leave my mother's body after the procedures and prescriptions were given to the visitors. After a few minutes, my mother would then be conscious again and she would reiterate some informations about the methods of the spiritual healing the the Spirit had advised to the visitors. Somehow another, the Spirits spoke to my mother while she was unconscious. The visitors would then insisted on giving some cash to my mother or father as a token of their appreciation but usually my parents would reject the offer, but sometimes the visitors really persisted further on their cash offering and my parents would relent to their kindness. Sometimes they brought food stuffs for my parents. The visitors were mainly Malays and Chinese. My parents would usually remind them not to tell others about the spiritual healing that my mother had rendered to them.
There were seven different Spirit entities that possessed my mother's body. They were brothers and sisters. There were four brothers and three sisters. They told my father that they lived in the sea. They prayed, meditated (Zikir) and praised Allah when they returned to their own world. They were Shah (male), Iskandar (male), Shahadan (male), Siti Aishah (female), Siti Fatimah (female), Siti Aminah (female) and Bisu or Busu (male). These were the entities from the unseen world that came to meet my father and us children. Each of these entities had different personalities and most of them came to talk to my father and us children when my mother wanted to treat spiritual healings to the visitors but sometimes when my mother was in sorrow or in ill health, they would come. My mother seemed to be able to call them at her own will when she had visitors for the spiritual healing sessions but usually when she was sad or in ill health, they would come with or without her own free will.
They were already present with my mother before my birth. I could only relate five of them because I have seen them took possession of my mother's body but it was quite vague for me to remember their names and personalities because it was a long time ago. I actually had to check with my second elder brother and my father and they too could not really remember clearly or exactly identified the two entities. As I have written earlier on in the previous chapter, the last time I saw one of the entity was back in 1987 before I was married to my first wife Noorasmah. Bisu or Busu came because Noorasmah was possessed by an evil entity that was frightening and disturbing her, her family, my family and I. Shah was the eldest among the rest of the Spirit entities and Bisu or Busu was the youngest among them. I have written their names according to their ranks within their own family in their Spirit's world. The puzzling thing was that they had never mentioned anything to us about their own parents in the Spirit's world. I wonder why? They were seven siblings and it was so coincidence that we too were seven siblings. When Shah camt to meet my father, he ws the most fierce and serious entity. He would talk to my father seriously and proposed to him some of the ways my father could behave towards his wife. He loved to drink black coffee. Iskandar was an entity that was gentle and never scolded my father unlike Shah who would actually scold my father when he did something wrong. Iskandar loved to smoke cigarettes and my father usually would provide him that item when he requested for it. Shahadan, I have no knowledge of his characters. Siti Aishah would always sing Malay folk songs like the ways of the Malays in the olden days. The songs were like poetry form and it rhymes or 'Syair' in Malay language. Siti Fatimah would always cry whenever she camt ot meet my father and my father usually had to comfort her or consoled her not to be sad. She never told my father why she was always in sorrow and each time my father questioned her about it, she would cry even harder. She loved to have perfumes applied to her hands and sensed the fragrance. She would be quiet after that and she would leave my mother's body quietly. Siti Aminah, I have no knowledge of her characters. Bisu or Busu was the most frequent entity that would come to meet us. He was the youngest and his name 'Busu' itself means the youngest in Malay. We called him Bisu too because he was also mute. Whenever the Spirits came to meet us, the male entities would always request for the Malay black headdress or 'Songkok' for them to wear on their head whereas the female entities would request for the Malay scarf or 'Selengdang' for them to cover their head with it.
I could relate to you more about Busu characters compared to the rest of them because Busu was one of the prominent entity for my father and us children. We remembered him so well mainly because he often came to meet us and he was the funniest and most mischievous Spirit among his Spirit siblings. The other male entities joked too but unlike Busu. When Busu came he would ask for raw chicken eggs and the eggs must be placed in a saucer or else he would whine like a child and all of us would be anxious. He was also ill mannered and after he had consumed the raw chicken eggs from the saucer, he would throw down the saucer roughly and my father always had to stop him from doing so. he loved to converse with us with his funny face expressions liked a clown, gesturing with his hands and his body. He loved to tell incidences about what he saw or did and normally he would inform to my father about us children behaviours when my father was not at home. He mentioned that he loved to follow us children wherever we went and he would sit on our shoulders without our knowledge. He was liked a spy for my mother and my father. He loved to joke with us and he never frightened us away but sometimes he scolded some of us for being naughty. All of us loved him so much because of his funny behaviours and his jokes. When he laughed his mouth was wide opened with his teeth bared and all of us would actually laughed together with him.
Once, we asked him to describe to us his appearance. He told us that he had a big head with black hair and there were many lice in it. He had a small body and when he walked, his head would swing side to side. That was his descriptions of himself to us.
Sometimes my father would ask Busu for four digit numbers that would supposedly strike as the winning prize and sometimes my father would asked the other Spirits for it too. Sometimes they gave and sometimes they refused. I did not know whether my father struck any of the numbers correctly because my father never told us. Busu was the most popular among us children and it seemed that he loved children so much more than any adults.
The Spirits would come in sequence, one after another according to their ranking within their family members but sometimes they never appeared to us in sequenced because some ot them were busy doing other things in their world, perhaps praying, meditating and praising Allah, and maybe prying on other human beings too beside our own family. Busu on the other hand always handled the situations when ther others could not come. Usually when my mother was sad or ill in health, he would inform my father about it and it seemed that they too believed in the modern medicines that the doctors provided for my mother. Whenever my mother felt ill they would recommend that my father sent my mother to the hospital for treatments and rest, especially, when it was concerning to her heart illness. They seemed to know that they had their own spiritual healing limitations on matters pertaining to the physical body sickness or impairments. Busu never treated the visitors for spiritual healings and the female entities never did that too. Only Shah and Iskandar but sometimes Hamadan would provide that services to the visitors.
As we children grew up, they seemed to fade away and remained invisible to us except Busu. I did not know what was the reason that they faded away. I remembered my mother told me that they had actually requested and seek permission for them to become the followers of my first elder sister, but my mother had rejected thier request. My mother told me that she did not want any of her children to have the Spirit People as our followers anymore. My mother disliked the idea of making her children as the spiritual healer for other people. I think she would like to see her all children educated with good education qualifications and not to become like her. She understood and knew that education was very important for her children's future. We children too disliked that idea of having any Spirits as our followers in the unseen realm. We were all educated in English stream schools and as we grew up, we have more modern knowledge and all of us thence to forego and forget about those Spirit entities of our mother. We actually begun to disbelieved in their existence in fact disbelieved totally about their spiritual healings capabilities. We did not wish to see our mother in a trance state again because we felt it was not good for her to become like that and my mother somehow knew about our feelings pertinent to her world of spiritual healing. She stopped doing that after we shifted to our new flat apartment. We shifted from Kampung Ladang in 1973. No more visitors for spiritual healing treatments and we led a normal life just like any other family in Singapore.
Some of us begaun to think that probably our mother was actually suffering multi-split personalities, especially, my third elder sister who was by then working as a nurse in the hospital and my eldest brother became so afraid of the Spirit people thinking that they were demons or evil spirits. And my siblings wondered whether it was true or false when we became like a nation with Western Ideas.
It seemed that as we older, the Spirits too became extinct in our lives. Busu too became silence and my mother was busy with her food business. As we grew older, we became like a modern family and we started speaking to one another in English, except to our own mother. We siblings became to distance ourselves from one another and also with Malay traditions and customs as we gained more modern knowledge at schools and in society. The past incidence of our mother's spiritual healings were put at the back of our mind and we buried it as we developed into young men and women. As for me, I was busy with my friends and thinking about my future or hunting for girlfriends.
Only a few occasions Busu turned up when somebody tried to do Black Magic Charmed or 'Voodoo' to our family. That was the time I was serving my National Service in the Army from 1981 to 1983. He came and inform my father that the Malay lady was our own relative, in fact, his own niece because she was involved in an affair with a married man. She was chased out from her own family and she had temporarily stayed us but she invited that man to our flat when tere were nobody at home. My mother was so angry and she chased her out from the our house and she became very vindictive towards our family. She went to seek services of the Malays and Indians 'Bomohs' or Witchcraft mentors. She threw bloods, oils and some pounded incense in front of our door entrance.
During that period of disturbances, there was one occasion whereby I was going to the kitchen then as I reached at the entrance of the kitchen, I felt something pushed me aside. I vaguely saw a tall thin light and shadow passing like lightning in front of my eyes. At that same moment, my eldest sister's boyfriend was sitting at the table near the kitchen entrance, he too saw something that went towards my mother as she passed out at the telephone table not far from the kitchen entrance. He was very frightened of what he had witnessed and he told my sister about it. It turned out to be an evil entity that was not from my mother's Spirit People. That evil entity possessed my mother's body. It was wild and ferocious like a wild animal. My father tried to chase that entity out from my mother's body but it was so adamant that my father had begun to call for my mother's Spirit People to help him and his wife. Then the evil entity went out and Busu appeared. Busu told my father that someone had sent that evil spirit to disturb my mother and his own niece requested for it. Of course my father did not call up or looked for his niece because it was ridiculous to do that without any solid proof. Busu left my mother's body and a few days later Busu came and told us that he had disturbed and tormented my father's niece at night until she became frightened of him. At the end, she came to seek forgiveness from my father and mother. She admitted ot her evil doing and sins. My father forgave her but not my mother. I had noticed that Busu was not like he used to be in the past and he seemed more serious like as though he too had matured in aged. That was the only occasion Busu came and then disappeared again from our lives.
I must emphasized to you the readers that what I have written in this chapter are all according to what I saw and I know about. It is a true story and there is no fabrication. I was a Muslim in the past and as a Muslim, we believed in the existence of Spirits or 'Djinns' in the unseen realm because it is stated in the Holy Qur'an and the teaching of Islamic Faith. I just took it as it was and never questioned about it until much later in my life, especially when I was living in Indonesia and when I was in Changi Prison. That was when I started to do my own researched about the Spirit People or 'Djinns'.
The question now is whether Busu is the same entity that wrote together with me in this book? I have to tell you the truth. I am not sure myself because he never did revealed to me that he is Busu, the Spirit follower of my mother. I will write some more in the next chapter about my first wife possession in Singapore and my ex-second wife's (Yani) Spirit people from the unseen world in Indonesia. I hope you could see for yourself where all these Spirits calling from. By the way, my late mother, Salmah Binte Eusope, inherited the Spirit People from her foster mother, my Grandmother, Zainab Binte Midon.
I have written about my mother before I write about her followers of 'Djinns' or Spirit People from the unseen world and she was able to perform the spiritual healing partly because of them. My father told me that the first time that he had encountered with the Spirits of my mother's was during on their wedding night. I do not know the details so much maybe because my father felt embarrassed to tell me about it. He told me that night my mother had suddenly became like someone else. The Spirits told my father not to make my mother sad and not to make her feel as though she was not a good wife to him too. Then they went out of my mother's body and my father was so afraid of them after that incident. I saw them when I was a toddler and they kept coming to meet us until we shifted to our new flat. The last time I saw one entity within my mother's mind and body was in 1987 before I got married to my first wife, Noorasmah. In the past before they came to meet my father and us children, my mother would become unconscious and they would go into my mother's unconscious body adn then woke up from the reposed position. They would sit in a crossed leg position, gave my father the Islamic way of greeting and my father would acknowledge to them likewise.
Their characters and behaviours were not like my mother though the physical body was. They never opened their eyes and sometimes when my father asked thme to look at the television screen, they seemed to be able to see the programmes on with their eyes closed but yet they could actually see it. They spoke to my father in the manner of those olden days Malay language, which my father could understand and sometimes he could not understand. While conversing with my father, they would use their hands to gesture to make their words more comprehensive. They would usually advised my father to becaome a good man and husband. They would advise my father to pray and remember Allah always. They would tell my father about my mother's feelings or worries or health conditions and my father would enquire them whether my mother was angry with him or happy with his behaviours and attitudes. My father would in return explained to them why he behaved such and such manner towards my mother or why he was angry with her. They would then advise my father to be patience and they would advise my mother too about her behaviours and attitudes too.
When there were visitors to meet my mother and the Spirit People for spiritual healing treatments, they would come to meet the visitors. My father would become the assistant to them because many of the visitors could not understand their language. My father would in return relate their messages to the visitors. They used limes, flowers, incense and a bowl of water and looked at to relate the illness of the visitors. My father would burn some incense onto the burning charcoals in a small clay cup. Then they would mumble some holy verses and they would slice the limes bits by bits into the bowl of water and gazed on it. Then they would tell the visitors about the illness that they came for the treatments and most of the visitors believed them because they were told about something that my mother or my father did not know about until the visitors themselves heard it from them. They would advise the visitors the things that the visitors needed to do and after they had advised the visitors, they would put in flowers into the bowl of water that already contained the sliced limes. The water were then given to the visitors for bathing or for washing the face of that particular ill individuals. Usually the visitors would bring along with them a bottle to be filled up with the holy water from another bowl that the 'Djinn' had mantra over with the holy verses. The water were meant to be consumed by the particular sick individual. The Spirit would leave my mother's body after the procedures and prescriptions were given to the visitors. After a few minutes, my mother would then be conscious again and she would reiterate some informations about the methods of the spiritual healing the the Spirit had advised to the visitors. Somehow another, the Spirits spoke to my mother while she was unconscious. The visitors would then insisted on giving some cash to my mother or father as a token of their appreciation but usually my parents would reject the offer, but sometimes the visitors really persisted further on their cash offering and my parents would relent to their kindness. Sometimes they brought food stuffs for my parents. The visitors were mainly Malays and Chinese. My parents would usually remind them not to tell others about the spiritual healing that my mother had rendered to them.
There were seven different Spirit entities that possessed my mother's body. They were brothers and sisters. There were four brothers and three sisters. They told my father that they lived in the sea. They prayed, meditated (Zikir) and praised Allah when they returned to their own world. They were Shah (male), Iskandar (male), Shahadan (male), Siti Aishah (female), Siti Fatimah (female), Siti Aminah (female) and Bisu or Busu (male). These were the entities from the unseen world that came to meet my father and us children. Each of these entities had different personalities and most of them came to talk to my father and us children when my mother wanted to treat spiritual healings to the visitors but sometimes when my mother was in sorrow or in ill health, they would come. My mother seemed to be able to call them at her own will when she had visitors for the spiritual healing sessions but usually when she was sad or in ill health, they would come with or without her own free will.
They were already present with my mother before my birth. I could only relate five of them because I have seen them took possession of my mother's body but it was quite vague for me to remember their names and personalities because it was a long time ago. I actually had to check with my second elder brother and my father and they too could not really remember clearly or exactly identified the two entities. As I have written earlier on in the previous chapter, the last time I saw one of the entity was back in 1987 before I was married to my first wife Noorasmah. Bisu or Busu came because Noorasmah was possessed by an evil entity that was frightening and disturbing her, her family, my family and I. Shah was the eldest among the rest of the Spirit entities and Bisu or Busu was the youngest among them. I have written their names according to their ranks within their own family in their Spirit's world. The puzzling thing was that they had never mentioned anything to us about their own parents in the Spirit's world. I wonder why? They were seven siblings and it was so coincidence that we too were seven siblings. When Shah camt to meet my father, he ws the most fierce and serious entity. He would talk to my father seriously and proposed to him some of the ways my father could behave towards his wife. He loved to drink black coffee. Iskandar was an entity that was gentle and never scolded my father unlike Shah who would actually scold my father when he did something wrong. Iskandar loved to smoke cigarettes and my father usually would provide him that item when he requested for it. Shahadan, I have no knowledge of his characters. Siti Aishah would always sing Malay folk songs like the ways of the Malays in the olden days. The songs were like poetry form and it rhymes or 'Syair' in Malay language. Siti Fatimah would always cry whenever she camt ot meet my father and my father usually had to comfort her or consoled her not to be sad. She never told my father why she was always in sorrow and each time my father questioned her about it, she would cry even harder. She loved to have perfumes applied to her hands and sensed the fragrance. She would be quiet after that and she would leave my mother's body quietly. Siti Aminah, I have no knowledge of her characters. Bisu or Busu was the most frequent entity that would come to meet us. He was the youngest and his name 'Busu' itself means the youngest in Malay. We called him Bisu too because he was also mute. Whenever the Spirits came to meet us, the male entities would always request for the Malay black headdress or 'Songkok' for them to wear on their head whereas the female entities would request for the Malay scarf or 'Selengdang' for them to cover their head with it.
I could relate to you more about Busu characters compared to the rest of them because Busu was one of the prominent entity for my father and us children. We remembered him so well mainly because he often came to meet us and he was the funniest and most mischievous Spirit among his Spirit siblings. The other male entities joked too but unlike Busu. When Busu came he would ask for raw chicken eggs and the eggs must be placed in a saucer or else he would whine like a child and all of us would be anxious. He was also ill mannered and after he had consumed the raw chicken eggs from the saucer, he would throw down the saucer roughly and my father always had to stop him from doing so. he loved to converse with us with his funny face expressions liked a clown, gesturing with his hands and his body. He loved to tell incidences about what he saw or did and normally he would inform to my father about us children behaviours when my father was not at home. He mentioned that he loved to follow us children wherever we went and he would sit on our shoulders without our knowledge. He was liked a spy for my mother and my father. He loved to joke with us and he never frightened us away but sometimes he scolded some of us for being naughty. All of us loved him so much because of his funny behaviours and his jokes. When he laughed his mouth was wide opened with his teeth bared and all of us would actually laughed together with him.
Once, we asked him to describe to us his appearance. He told us that he had a big head with black hair and there were many lice in it. He had a small body and when he walked, his head would swing side to side. That was his descriptions of himself to us.
Sometimes my father would ask Busu for four digit numbers that would supposedly strike as the winning prize and sometimes my father would asked the other Spirits for it too. Sometimes they gave and sometimes they refused. I did not know whether my father struck any of the numbers correctly because my father never told us. Busu was the most popular among us children and it seemed that he loved children so much more than any adults.
The Spirits would come in sequence, one after another according to their ranking within their family members but sometimes they never appeared to us in sequenced because some ot them were busy doing other things in their world, perhaps praying, meditating and praising Allah, and maybe prying on other human beings too beside our own family. Busu on the other hand always handled the situations when ther others could not come. Usually when my mother was sad or ill in health, he would inform my father about it and it seemed that they too believed in the modern medicines that the doctors provided for my mother. Whenever my mother felt ill they would recommend that my father sent my mother to the hospital for treatments and rest, especially, when it was concerning to her heart illness. They seemed to know that they had their own spiritual healing limitations on matters pertaining to the physical body sickness or impairments. Busu never treated the visitors for spiritual healings and the female entities never did that too. Only Shah and Iskandar but sometimes Hamadan would provide that services to the visitors.
As we children grew up, they seemed to fade away and remained invisible to us except Busu. I did not know what was the reason that they faded away. I remembered my mother told me that they had actually requested and seek permission for them to become the followers of my first elder sister, but my mother had rejected thier request. My mother told me that she did not want any of her children to have the Spirit People as our followers anymore. My mother disliked the idea of making her children as the spiritual healer for other people. I think she would like to see her all children educated with good education qualifications and not to become like her. She understood and knew that education was very important for her children's future. We children too disliked that idea of having any Spirits as our followers in the unseen realm. We were all educated in English stream schools and as we grew up, we have more modern knowledge and all of us thence to forego and forget about those Spirit entities of our mother. We actually begun to disbelieved in their existence in fact disbelieved totally about their spiritual healings capabilities. We did not wish to see our mother in a trance state again because we felt it was not good for her to become like that and my mother somehow knew about our feelings pertinent to her world of spiritual healing. She stopped doing that after we shifted to our new flat apartment. We shifted from Kampung Ladang in 1973. No more visitors for spiritual healing treatments and we led a normal life just like any other family in Singapore.
Some of us begaun to think that probably our mother was actually suffering multi-split personalities, especially, my third elder sister who was by then working as a nurse in the hospital and my eldest brother became so afraid of the Spirit people thinking that they were demons or evil spirits. And my siblings wondered whether it was true or false when we became like a nation with Western Ideas.
It seemed that as we older, the Spirits too became extinct in our lives. Busu too became silence and my mother was busy with her food business. As we grew older, we became like a modern family and we started speaking to one another in English, except to our own mother. We siblings became to distance ourselves from one another and also with Malay traditions and customs as we gained more modern knowledge at schools and in society. The past incidence of our mother's spiritual healings were put at the back of our mind and we buried it as we developed into young men and women. As for me, I was busy with my friends and thinking about my future or hunting for girlfriends.
Only a few occasions Busu turned up when somebody tried to do Black Magic Charmed or 'Voodoo' to our family. That was the time I was serving my National Service in the Army from 1981 to 1983. He came and inform my father that the Malay lady was our own relative, in fact, his own niece because she was involved in an affair with a married man. She was chased out from her own family and she had temporarily stayed us but she invited that man to our flat when tere were nobody at home. My mother was so angry and she chased her out from the our house and she became very vindictive towards our family. She went to seek services of the Malays and Indians 'Bomohs' or Witchcraft mentors. She threw bloods, oils and some pounded incense in front of our door entrance.
During that period of disturbances, there was one occasion whereby I was going to the kitchen then as I reached at the entrance of the kitchen, I felt something pushed me aside. I vaguely saw a tall thin light and shadow passing like lightning in front of my eyes. At that same moment, my eldest sister's boyfriend was sitting at the table near the kitchen entrance, he too saw something that went towards my mother as she passed out at the telephone table not far from the kitchen entrance. He was very frightened of what he had witnessed and he told my sister about it. It turned out to be an evil entity that was not from my mother's Spirit People. That evil entity possessed my mother's body. It was wild and ferocious like a wild animal. My father tried to chase that entity out from my mother's body but it was so adamant that my father had begun to call for my mother's Spirit People to help him and his wife. Then the evil entity went out and Busu appeared. Busu told my father that someone had sent that evil spirit to disturb my mother and his own niece requested for it. Of course my father did not call up or looked for his niece because it was ridiculous to do that without any solid proof. Busu left my mother's body and a few days later Busu came and told us that he had disturbed and tormented my father's niece at night until she became frightened of him. At the end, she came to seek forgiveness from my father and mother. She admitted ot her evil doing and sins. My father forgave her but not my mother. I had noticed that Busu was not like he used to be in the past and he seemed more serious like as though he too had matured in aged. That was the only occasion Busu came and then disappeared again from our lives.
I must emphasized to you the readers that what I have written in this chapter are all according to what I saw and I know about. It is a true story and there is no fabrication. I was a Muslim in the past and as a Muslim, we believed in the existence of Spirits or 'Djinns' in the unseen realm because it is stated in the Holy Qur'an and the teaching of Islamic Faith. I just took it as it was and never questioned about it until much later in my life, especially when I was living in Indonesia and when I was in Changi Prison. That was when I started to do my own researched about the Spirit People or 'Djinns'.
The question now is whether Busu is the same entity that wrote together with me in this book? I have to tell you the truth. I am not sure myself because he never did revealed to me that he is Busu, the Spirit follower of my mother. I will write some more in the next chapter about my first wife possession in Singapore and my ex-second wife's (Yani) Spirit people from the unseen world in Indonesia. I hope you could see for yourself where all these Spirits calling from. By the way, my late mother, Salmah Binte Eusope, inherited the Spirit People from her foster mother, my Grandmother, Zainab Binte Midon.
LIFE - Mind Of A Mankind - Chapter Two
MY MOTHER
My words can only reach you within you
My world is within you when I see you
My memories of you is your memories of me
I am Mother to all of you
And I am Mother forever for all you.
By Salmah Bte Eusope (My Loving Mother)
My mother Salmah and her younger sister, Haslinah, were given away to a Malay-Javanese childless couple during the Japanese Occupation of Singapore. They were send away by their own biological Chinese mother for their own safety to be secured because the Japanese were very cruel towards the Chinese. My aunty was only an infant and my mother was about seven years old when they were adopted by the Malay-Javanese couple during World War Two. My maternal Foster Grandparents, Eusope and Zainab, adopted them. They were raised as Muslims and they were educated in the 'Madrasah' (Convent) Muslim's School. They were educated in Islamic religion and the Malay's traditions and customs. They were not returned to their own biological Chinese family after the war ended for reasons that I do not really know for sure. I suspected that my mother was so angry with her own biological Chinese mother for sending her away and that caused her to look at her own mother like some else.
When I was only a little boy, my maternal biological Chinese Grandmother came to visit us and stayed with us for a few days, I remembered my mother told me not get closed to her mother. Later when she passed away, we were not allowed to attend our maternal biological Chinese Grandmother's funeral too. I do not know why but i thought maybe we were Muslims and it was not right for Muslims to be involved in the Chinese funeral rites. I did not question my mother so much about my biological Chinese Grandmother or about my biological Chinese Grandfather. I thought about it sometimes and I regretted for not asking her back then. Maybe I was so young back then to realise that all this information was important for my future generation to know their family roots. My own father is not so sure about my maternal biological Chinese Grandfather and Grandmother backgrounds or histories and my maternal biological Chinese aunties are not in contact with my father anymore after my mother's death on the 23rd June 1994 of a heart attack. She passed away at the age of fifty-nine years old. All I know now is my Chinese Surname is Tan.
My mother was a very hardworking woman and wife. She worked hard for her family and she also loved to cook various dishes for her family. She was a superb cook. She sold foods at the various food stalls while I was young and she loved to sell foods to her customers at a very low price and that made her customers very happy to eat at her stall not only because it was cheap, but her dishes tasted delicious too. She believed in working hard for money and when she had enough money, she would usually buy somethings for the family and provided cash for her family. She loved her family very much. My father's wage as a conveyancing clerk was not sufficient for nine mouths so my mother had to work too in order to help with the family income. I used to ask my mother for cash and she usually would remind me, 'Money is very difficult to find and do not behave as though we are rich.' Then she would grumble at me but she would still give me whatever money that I needed for myself. I was a pampered son and after her death, I reminiscent her love and commitment to our family. I remembered her saying to me oftenly, 'You will realised the difficulties after I am gone.' That was her usual phrased to me and I know the difficulties I faced after her demised. She was a woman who would try her very best to do things for her family with compassion and love regardless of her own health being deteriorated by long hours of hard worked. She is one mother I wish to have and to love forever and ever. Her loves still remain deep in my heart and I am very sure my other siblings feel this way too.
My mother was a woman who had the abilities to converse with the 'Djinns' or Spirit People, which most Moslems believed they existed unequivocally because it is stated the Holy Qur'an. She would be in a state of unconsciousness when this happened. Many people came to see her for help when they were ill or when they were being disturbed and tormented by unseen Spirits. This was the time when we were staying at the kampung and those who came to see her were all people who knew about her abilities of spiritual healing for those who were unwell with inexplicable sickness. The mother of mine did not go around telling people about her ability and she would not become involved unless it was necessary. Most of our kampung neighbours knew about her special abilities and she would not disclose to them about her spiritual healings that were rendered to those people who came to see her for that treatment. It was strictly confidential and my father would assist her while she was in a state of different personalities. My mother was not a person who earned a living by practicing spiritual healing that was only her small contribution to help others who really needed her help. Once my father told me that she was able to heal an individual who was suffering from mental illness and that healing was the talked of the kampung people.
My intention of writing about my mother is to make you understand the ways of many old generations' belief pertinent to spiritual healing because most of them believed in it just like their forefathers did. You must understand that the past generation people did not possessed high education, especially, the western academic knowledge and most of them believed strongly in the old ways of spiritual treatment. Those genuine spiritual healers who possessed this special ability usually do not like to make their gifted ability as a livelihood.
My father once told me that he had brought my mother to see a doctor pertaining to her sporadic fainting and unconsciously transformed into many different personalities. The physician diagnosed my mother's illness as madness but my father knew it was untrue and we her children knew it was also untrue. Those who knew her would tell you likewise. She had no problems with her social life, she behaved like any ordinary people and she could concentrate on whatever she was doing but those who did not know about her special abilities would think that she was suffering from mental illness or multi-split personalities. Maybe she was suffering from manic depression or mood swing that caused her to behave and perform such abilities would be more logical for physicians to conclude the state of my mother's psychosomatic characteristics. I must write according to what I know about my mother so that you would consider all the elements involved before you conclude your judgement upon her. I must let you know too that once upon a time while my mother was in the roofless bathroom of our kampung house, a large cobra fell on top of her head and probably that would have triggered some shocks and traumas that caused her to be like what she was. Probably after my younger sister's death, she was suffering from depression and guilty conscience for my father had actually blamed her for her ignorance and negligence. That would probably make more sensed for those of you who could not understand my mother's state of mental health and her special gifts to become someone else while she was in altered state of consciousness.
I knew my mother was unhappy about her marriaged with my father because most of the times they lacked of funds while having many children to feed. My father and mother always quarrelled and in the past my father had bad tempers too. He changed his behaviours after some of his children grew up into young adults. Many times my mother had told me, "I stay married to your father because of my children and it I do not think about all of you, I would have had left your father a long time ago." My father was a very hot-tempered man when he was younger. My second elder brother was tied up to a pole for being too mischievous in his conduct. My second elder brother was very physical and aggressived too in the past but he changed after he got married. In the past when each time my first elder sister came home late at night, my father would beat her up and sometimes he would bring out the 'parang' or hatchet and had threatened to kill her. He felt ashamed of my sister's behaviours for in the eyes of the kampung people at that time, a young who came home late at night was a bad girl. When this happened, the neighbours would drop by to stop the bad incidence from getting worst and they gave advised to my parents and my sister.
I had witnessed all these incidences throughout my childhood days until my age was around twelve years old. Then my father completely stopped beating my first elder sister when she returned home late. I realised that all the bad incidences that I had witnessed might somehow affected my intellect and behaviours as a grown up man now but I realised it is not good to be angry in front of the children or with the children. Beating them harshly or arguing and quarrelling with other people with violent actions or with abusive languages is not good for anybody. It will not help to solve any problems that I encounter and it will only make the matters worse. Usually when I faced with these kind of incidences I would just remain quiet and think about it quietly and calm myself before I handle the situations. In the olden days, many of us were disciplined with beatings by our own parents because they themselves were disciplined in the same manner by their own parents too. Sometimes it was child abused but many of them regarded their actions as disciplinary punishments and in the past my father had belted me too for being naughty or stupid. Time has changed all that inhumane punishments but when you read the newspapers today you could still see many irresponsible parents who had accidentally killed their children for being too angry with their children. I met many inmates who served their sentence in prison for being unable to control their raged with their children or wives or parents or siblings or colleagues or girlfriends. At the end they were the one whom should be bleached for causing hurts to others.
My mother had suffered a heart probleM at middle age and once a physician had told my father that his wife had approximately about six months to live when she was warded in the intensive care unit at the general hospital. The doctor's prediction did not come true and my father was very happy with my mother's life longevity and will to live. My mother was warded in the intensive care unit at the general hospital many times and each time she when recovered temporarily from her illness, we all felt very happy and very relieved. However, in the late afternoon of 23rd June 1994, she was struck by heart attacked while buying foods for her family at Haig Road Food Centre and she did not survived the heart attacked. Upon arrival at the hospital she was pronounced dead by the doctor. My father and siblings did not know about it until somebody informed them about the unfortunate incident late in the evening. All of them were busy with their work. I was living as a fugitive in Bali when that incident occurred. Later I got to know that somehow another on that same particular day, approximately at the same time when my mother had a heart attacked, I had taken out the photographs of my parents from the drawer and I had pin-pointed to my second wife, Sari, and I had mentioned to her that something bad had happened to my mother. Tears were forming in my eyes but Sari and I took it that I was probably being too emotional for nothing because earlier on that same particular day we had a slight misunderstanding. I did not call my family in Singapore because I thought that maybe I was being ridiculous and I had overeacted with my intuition. When I called my family two days later, I received the bad news and I had missed her funeral. I would not be able to return home too because I was a wanted man and a fugitive on the run. That was the time I started to look at life and I was wondering about the state of my mother's soul in the unseen realm and I began to read the Holy Qur'an to ease my pain and regrets within my heart. That was a long time ago but it still puzzled me so much about the intuitions that I had received pertaining to my mother's passing away.
My words can only reach you within you
My world is within you when I see you
My memories of you is your memories of me
I am Mother to all of you
And I am Mother forever for all you.
By Salmah Bte Eusope (My Loving Mother)
My mother Salmah and her younger sister, Haslinah, were given away to a Malay-Javanese childless couple during the Japanese Occupation of Singapore. They were send away by their own biological Chinese mother for their own safety to be secured because the Japanese were very cruel towards the Chinese. My aunty was only an infant and my mother was about seven years old when they were adopted by the Malay-Javanese couple during World War Two. My maternal Foster Grandparents, Eusope and Zainab, adopted them. They were raised as Muslims and they were educated in the 'Madrasah' (Convent) Muslim's School. They were educated in Islamic religion and the Malay's traditions and customs. They were not returned to their own biological Chinese family after the war ended for reasons that I do not really know for sure. I suspected that my mother was so angry with her own biological Chinese mother for sending her away and that caused her to look at her own mother like some else.
When I was only a little boy, my maternal biological Chinese Grandmother came to visit us and stayed with us for a few days, I remembered my mother told me not get closed to her mother. Later when she passed away, we were not allowed to attend our maternal biological Chinese Grandmother's funeral too. I do not know why but i thought maybe we were Muslims and it was not right for Muslims to be involved in the Chinese funeral rites. I did not question my mother so much about my biological Chinese Grandmother or about my biological Chinese Grandfather. I thought about it sometimes and I regretted for not asking her back then. Maybe I was so young back then to realise that all this information was important for my future generation to know their family roots. My own father is not so sure about my maternal biological Chinese Grandfather and Grandmother backgrounds or histories and my maternal biological Chinese aunties are not in contact with my father anymore after my mother's death on the 23rd June 1994 of a heart attack. She passed away at the age of fifty-nine years old. All I know now is my Chinese Surname is Tan.
My mother was a very hardworking woman and wife. She worked hard for her family and she also loved to cook various dishes for her family. She was a superb cook. She sold foods at the various food stalls while I was young and she loved to sell foods to her customers at a very low price and that made her customers very happy to eat at her stall not only because it was cheap, but her dishes tasted delicious too. She believed in working hard for money and when she had enough money, she would usually buy somethings for the family and provided cash for her family. She loved her family very much. My father's wage as a conveyancing clerk was not sufficient for nine mouths so my mother had to work too in order to help with the family income. I used to ask my mother for cash and she usually would remind me, 'Money is very difficult to find and do not behave as though we are rich.' Then she would grumble at me but she would still give me whatever money that I needed for myself. I was a pampered son and after her death, I reminiscent her love and commitment to our family. I remembered her saying to me oftenly, 'You will realised the difficulties after I am gone.' That was her usual phrased to me and I know the difficulties I faced after her demised. She was a woman who would try her very best to do things for her family with compassion and love regardless of her own health being deteriorated by long hours of hard worked. She is one mother I wish to have and to love forever and ever. Her loves still remain deep in my heart and I am very sure my other siblings feel this way too.
My mother was a woman who had the abilities to converse with the 'Djinns' or Spirit People, which most Moslems believed they existed unequivocally because it is stated the Holy Qur'an. She would be in a state of unconsciousness when this happened. Many people came to see her for help when they were ill or when they were being disturbed and tormented by unseen Spirits. This was the time when we were staying at the kampung and those who came to see her were all people who knew about her abilities of spiritual healing for those who were unwell with inexplicable sickness. The mother of mine did not go around telling people about her ability and she would not become involved unless it was necessary. Most of our kampung neighbours knew about her special abilities and she would not disclose to them about her spiritual healings that were rendered to those people who came to see her for that treatment. It was strictly confidential and my father would assist her while she was in a state of different personalities. My mother was not a person who earned a living by practicing spiritual healing that was only her small contribution to help others who really needed her help. Once my father told me that she was able to heal an individual who was suffering from mental illness and that healing was the talked of the kampung people.
My intention of writing about my mother is to make you understand the ways of many old generations' belief pertinent to spiritual healing because most of them believed in it just like their forefathers did. You must understand that the past generation people did not possessed high education, especially, the western academic knowledge and most of them believed strongly in the old ways of spiritual treatment. Those genuine spiritual healers who possessed this special ability usually do not like to make their gifted ability as a livelihood.
My father once told me that he had brought my mother to see a doctor pertaining to her sporadic fainting and unconsciously transformed into many different personalities. The physician diagnosed my mother's illness as madness but my father knew it was untrue and we her children knew it was also untrue. Those who knew her would tell you likewise. She had no problems with her social life, she behaved like any ordinary people and she could concentrate on whatever she was doing but those who did not know about her special abilities would think that she was suffering from mental illness or multi-split personalities. Maybe she was suffering from manic depression or mood swing that caused her to behave and perform such abilities would be more logical for physicians to conclude the state of my mother's psychosomatic characteristics. I must write according to what I know about my mother so that you would consider all the elements involved before you conclude your judgement upon her. I must let you know too that once upon a time while my mother was in the roofless bathroom of our kampung house, a large cobra fell on top of her head and probably that would have triggered some shocks and traumas that caused her to be like what she was. Probably after my younger sister's death, she was suffering from depression and guilty conscience for my father had actually blamed her for her ignorance and negligence. That would probably make more sensed for those of you who could not understand my mother's state of mental health and her special gifts to become someone else while she was in altered state of consciousness.
I knew my mother was unhappy about her marriaged with my father because most of the times they lacked of funds while having many children to feed. My father and mother always quarrelled and in the past my father had bad tempers too. He changed his behaviours after some of his children grew up into young adults. Many times my mother had told me, "I stay married to your father because of my children and it I do not think about all of you, I would have had left your father a long time ago." My father was a very hot-tempered man when he was younger. My second elder brother was tied up to a pole for being too mischievous in his conduct. My second elder brother was very physical and aggressived too in the past but he changed after he got married. In the past when each time my first elder sister came home late at night, my father would beat her up and sometimes he would bring out the 'parang' or hatchet and had threatened to kill her. He felt ashamed of my sister's behaviours for in the eyes of the kampung people at that time, a young who came home late at night was a bad girl. When this happened, the neighbours would drop by to stop the bad incidence from getting worst and they gave advised to my parents and my sister.
I had witnessed all these incidences throughout my childhood days until my age was around twelve years old. Then my father completely stopped beating my first elder sister when she returned home late. I realised that all the bad incidences that I had witnessed might somehow affected my intellect and behaviours as a grown up man now but I realised it is not good to be angry in front of the children or with the children. Beating them harshly or arguing and quarrelling with other people with violent actions or with abusive languages is not good for anybody. It will not help to solve any problems that I encounter and it will only make the matters worse. Usually when I faced with these kind of incidences I would just remain quiet and think about it quietly and calm myself before I handle the situations. In the olden days, many of us were disciplined with beatings by our own parents because they themselves were disciplined in the same manner by their own parents too. Sometimes it was child abused but many of them regarded their actions as disciplinary punishments and in the past my father had belted me too for being naughty or stupid. Time has changed all that inhumane punishments but when you read the newspapers today you could still see many irresponsible parents who had accidentally killed their children for being too angry with their children. I met many inmates who served their sentence in prison for being unable to control their raged with their children or wives or parents or siblings or colleagues or girlfriends. At the end they were the one whom should be bleached for causing hurts to others.
My mother had suffered a heart probleM at middle age and once a physician had told my father that his wife had approximately about six months to live when she was warded in the intensive care unit at the general hospital. The doctor's prediction did not come true and my father was very happy with my mother's life longevity and will to live. My mother was warded in the intensive care unit at the general hospital many times and each time she when recovered temporarily from her illness, we all felt very happy and very relieved. However, in the late afternoon of 23rd June 1994, she was struck by heart attacked while buying foods for her family at Haig Road Food Centre and she did not survived the heart attacked. Upon arrival at the hospital she was pronounced dead by the doctor. My father and siblings did not know about it until somebody informed them about the unfortunate incident late in the evening. All of them were busy with their work. I was living as a fugitive in Bali when that incident occurred. Later I got to know that somehow another on that same particular day, approximately at the same time when my mother had a heart attacked, I had taken out the photographs of my parents from the drawer and I had pin-pointed to my second wife, Sari, and I had mentioned to her that something bad had happened to my mother. Tears were forming in my eyes but Sari and I took it that I was probably being too emotional for nothing because earlier on that same particular day we had a slight misunderstanding. I did not call my family in Singapore because I thought that maybe I was being ridiculous and I had overeacted with my intuition. When I called my family two days later, I received the bad news and I had missed her funeral. I would not be able to return home too because I was a wanted man and a fugitive on the run. That was the time I started to look at life and I was wondering about the state of my mother's soul in the unseen realm and I began to read the Holy Qur'an to ease my pain and regrets within my heart. That was a long time ago but it still puzzled me so much about the intuitions that I had received pertaining to my mother's passing away.
