In the year between 2002-2003, I had a lot of disturbance during my falling to sleep moment.
In the middle of the night, my physical body entered into different frequency or realm. I heard a strange sound. Most of them were like music bells and angklong instrument (two or more bamboo tubes) from afar then they got louder and closer to my hearing before I heard the conversations happened.
I was really tired as the event happened quite frequently that awoken me everytime in the middle of the night. There were times I got to call my housemate (called her using mobile phone, funny she was just next room) to come over to my room and sleep next to me until dawn. She will ask why, but I said I will tell her tomorrow.
The fear feeling of seeing ghost at the time. I knew my knowledge was shallow and I didn’t have the power to fight over this fear. I had many moments that I bumped into ghosts but I didn’t write them in this book as they were irrelevant.
In 2003, I was still unmarried, ‘single and available’. One night, when I was in semi-conscious, I was awoken by a smell from the kitchen downstairs.
I saw my door opened. My room was in a little dark but I can see in a dimly light that came from the ground floor of my house.
I heard the sound of TV and a strong smell like someone frying egg in the kitchen. The smell rose all the way up to my room.
Who was in my house?
Suddenly a man appeared entering my room, standing at the end of my bed. His face was vague. But I saw he was wearing jeans without a shirt.
Aah .. his body looked damn good in shape. He wasn’t tall and not thin. He approached me and stood by the right side of my bed.
Then with a little fiery voice I asked, ‘Who sent you here?'.
The mysterious man said, ‘I was asked by the King to come here’. (Raja Agung Sakti in English is the King of Supreme Shakti).
I asked, “why did the person asked you, did not come here himself”
I talked as if I knew the King.
The man just quiet…
I asked again, ‘Are you a dead person?’
He replied, ‘yes… I was long dead, I come from the Heaven, I am Indonesian’.
Then I went silent this time. No comment.
After introduced himself, the young man then sat by my side. My body was still stiffed in bed. The longer with him, I felt like I knew this person long time ago.
I fell asleep for a moment while his hands caressed my hair.
Shocked from sleep, the young man was still sitting next to me.
Then he said, 'I need to go, you fell asleep earlier'.
He also kissed me and the kiss felt so great.
I said, ‘come again tomorrow ya, I will be waiting for you’.
He nodded and left.
I was shocked from my semi-conscious state.
It felts like a short meeting with a mysterious man in my own bedroom, unbelievable!.
This was one romantic moment I encountered with the unseen spirit.
He said he was from the heaven and which heaven? The heaven sky or the Jannah?
I never met him again since then until today.
I suspected that he was Hang Tuah, one the malay warrior who vanished from the earth long time ago. The way he narrated about the King of the Supreme Shakti, he must been from the lineage of the Shakti power, of the warrior’s knowledge.
Allah knows best.
The rememberance of him will remain in my memory and I will recognize him by his face in the unseen world of Ālam al-Ghayb.