Afterlife

Afterlife
Image is courtesy of chrisfriel

I once had a sister who died at the age of less than two years. My sister, Devie, was born on October 21, 1984. Our ages differed by about three years. My sister died on April 4, 1986, at Port Health Center Hospital, in Surabaya.

Before her last breath, Devie, called my name, Yik.. Yik... What she meant was Kelik, my childhood's nickname, which was always used by my parents. Kelik, in Basa Jawa, means a little boy. Devie always called me by the name of Yik.

After the death of my sister, I became the only child of my parents. Because my mother had done a sterile surgery, when Devie aged five months old.

My mother suffered a severe stress, and bumps like boils were growing up in her head. What had happened with to mother lasted for a year, according to her story. Boils in her head was no longer growing, after my mother managed to let go of her past memory of my sister's death, and confessed her sins before a priest.

Before I was born, my mother once had a miscarriage. The birth of Devie was from an unwanted pregnancy by my mother. The pregnancy was my mother's third time. Why was the birth of Devie unwanted? Because she always felt miserable when pregnant.

Each time she saw the Sunlight, or was exposed to it, she always felt nauseous, and wanted to vomit. My mother always avoided Sunlight. In her third pregnancy, my mother ignored all taboos for pregnant women.

It was contrary to when she was carrying me during pregnancy. She always obeyed what the elders had said to her. In a year of my mother's mourning days, I was having several seizures, and calling out the name Devie.

14 Years Later

For some reasons, that day, I really missed my sister, and a tear dropped from my eyes. I had already been gifted with a sixth sense at that moment. The stress of not getting a job, made me just sit in my room, in front of a computer, and play PC games everyday.

Suddenly I felt someone hugged me from behind. Somehow, without looking back, I knew that it was my sister, Devie, who hugged me from behind. It was the first time, I met with her, after 14 years of her death.

The figure of Devie was no longer a two-year-old baby, but the figure of a girl who was 18 years old. Since then, every time someone told me a story, about others who had died, I always felt the presence of that person, though without naming them.

I told my parents, that Devie now had grown into a mature young girl, with a shoulder length hair. Although my mother did not have a sixth sense, but she always felt, when the figure of Devie, was leaning on her shoulder.

But, I had never seen, Devie approach my father, or hug him, like she did to my mother. During her lifetime, Devie was my father's favorite daughter. I once asked Devie about this.

I do not want to see him cry, whispered Devie. Indeed, my father was a strong man. When the death of Devie, he did not even shed a tear.

My Wife's Sixth Sense

In 2005, I married my wife. Every time I fulfilled my obligations as a husband, I always prayed to God, to give me a daughter, as replacement for my past sister. A month after we got married, my wife was pregnant.

At first my wife did not have a sixth sense. Working in an expensive beauty salon, in Sidoarjo, Salon Rachel, my wife, along with her two colleagues, was given the course for reflexology. The therapist who I thought was also a paranormal, was trying to unlock my wife's and her two colleagues's auras.

The goal of unlocking aura is for the masseur, to be able to see the flow of blood, and nerves that need to be massaged. Only my wife, who was also five months pregnant, successfully opened her aura. While two other colleagues did not succeed, for some reason, I did not know.

Salon Rachel's owner finally decided on my wife as the reflexology masseur. Having her new ability, my wife felt stressed with so many strangenesses. The ability to see what other people cannot see.

She felt like, whatever she did, and wherever she went, someone or something followed her. My wife always prayed to God, so that The Lord would take back her ability. She did not want it. But, I told her ,It is the gift of God, cannot be taken back, unless The Lord calls you, or you are dead.

If you see demons, or anything else, do not be afraid! Pray for them! Because they only need to be prayed, so that all their sins will be forgiven, I added.

My wife was able to see a ghost of a Chinese woman, which she had not seen before, in the salon. The figure whose face, according to my wife, was similar to the salon owner. My wife was also able to see Devie, at our house.

The Second Birth of Devie

My mother had warned me, when I was going to name my first daughter. The same name as my late sister, Devie. I want to revive Devie. At least as a substitute for for your lost daughter, that was what I always told to my mother.

My mother finally melted, after several times I refused her request. When my first daughter was born, I named my first daughter, Devie. As a shortening from my wife's name, Denok, and mine, Verdi.

My Daughter's Sixth Sense

At first I did not realize, if my daughter had the same ability, just like my wife. I asked my late sister, Devie, to always watch her baby nephew. Until one day, at the age of about two years, my daughter, the little Devie, waved her hand, in a direction, and said, Dah.. Dah.. Mbak!.

Mbak in Javanese language means elder sister. The waved of the little Devie apparently led to her aunt. I then told my daughter,She is not your elder sister, she is your aunt. Her name is Aunt Devie.

I then remembered the incident when my wife's aura was opened for the first time. At that time, my wife was at 5 months age of pregnancy. Is it possible that my daughter's aura was also opened?, the question that came out from my mind.

Toddlers, or children below five years of age, are usually sensitive to astral beings. I thought that perhaps, after my daughter above the age of five years, she would stop seeing astral beings.

But, what I thought was wrong. After my daughter aged six years old, she still had the ability to see things, that anybody could not see. My daughter possesses a sixth sense, and my little Devie was no longer became my mother's grandchild, more like her own lost daugther.

I always told my daughter, Do not say anything to anyone else, what have you seen! Anyone else will call you a liar, because they cannot see, what you see. You could tell me about it!

Genie, or Human Spirit?

I once told my friend, let's called him Sugeng, about all my experiences above. According to Sugeng, who also has the ability to do a paranormal activity, what I saw was not my sister's spirit, but a genie.

What you had seen all these years, was a genie, and not your late sister. A dead people's spirit is not possible to meet with the living. That is according to my belief, Sugeng said.

Genie is able to read your mind, and possesses the answer to all your questions about anything., added Sugeng.

When we talk about a dead person, the person will be presented. What do think about it? Was it also a genie?, I asked Sugeng.

Yes. It is also a genie, answered Sugeng. How about a murder case that was solved by the police, with help from a paranormal, who had communicated with the dead victim? Was that also a genie?, asked me again. But, Sugeng did not answer my last question.

I did not know why Sugeng did not answer my last question. But, I totally disagree with him. All the experiences were so real to me.

The Second Farewell

It had been for 13 years ago, since the first time I met my late sister. Devie was always presented, whenever my parents talked about our family's memories. My daughter was also noticed her aunt, who was always presented.

But, not with my son. Since he was a toddler, he did not have the ability like her older sister. He always confused when his sister mentioned about their aunt.

About six months ago, when I was working, my friend Ace came to me, and said, Did you notice that someone was following you?.

Did you mean a shoulder lenght hair woman?, asked me. Yes, it was a woman, answered Ace.

That is fine. She is my late sister, I added, and then, Ace left me alone.

At a conversation which more like a telepath, my late sister, Devie, was saying goodbye to me. She had already said goodbye to all my family, and I was the last person. She apologized to me, saying that she would not be able to visit me, or my family anymore.

That was a bad news for me. Although it was hard for me, I did accept her apology. She did not even tell me the reason, why she left for the second time.

Back home, I told my family about what just happened. No signs of Devie was presented. A week later, I asked my daughter, Did you see your Aunt, these days?. No, I did not, my daughter answered.

My sister really had gone for the second time. I miss her so much.

In Loving Memory
Albertine Devie Oktria
(October 21, 1984 - April 4, 1986)

The Mythical City of Saranjana

Mt. Saranjana at Pulau Laut Island
Image is courtesy of Javier Adietia

Saranjana City has been known by the native people of Borneo Island, especially in Kotabaru District, South Kalimantan, as a mythical metropolis, lay in the astral world, at a small island of Pulau Laut, near Tamiang Bay. The people of Kotabaru are also called Saranjana's people as the Bunian, or the astral people.

Saranjana City is not even listed in the map of Kotabaru District, due to there are no real people living in the island. When someone tried to find the island, they would not find the island, without permission from the village paranormal elders of Tamiang Bay.

Based on an expedition story by Adi Murdani, there was a cellular phone signal near the island, in which he can use it to make an internet connection. Although, when he was at Tamiang Bay until Cape Lalak, in which are a crowded civilization, he could not find any signal for his phone.

The Urban Legend

In Sansekerta, or Sanskrit language, Saranjana derived from the word of sarang (nest), and jana (human). So, Saranjana means human's nest. The people of Kotabaru are not so happy when someone, especially a foreigner, ask a story about the Bunian people of Saranjana City. They will distract the conversation to other subject. Below are some folk tales about the urban legend:

Story from a man who was in a ferry which sailed to the Port of Batu Licin. He saw that there were many people in the ferry. But, there was a sudden silence, when the ferry was near at the dock. He saw only few people left in the ferry. Other passenger said that, those crowded people were probably from Saranjana City.

An old lady living in Lontar, West Pulau Laut, once told that in some night, she heard a convoy of cars were passing by, in front of her house. But, when she went outside, she could not find any vehicles. She believed that what she had heard, was probably the people of Saranjana City, who were passing by on their way home.

A former chief of a village, in Tamiang Bay, told a story about his grandfather, who had gone for a long time, and was being taken by the people of Saranjana City, to become an ustad for a Mosque, in Saranjana City. Until now, all his descendants did not dare to go to Saranjana.

A fisherman who lived in the eastern part of Tamiang Bay, had lost his grandmother at the sea. According to a paranormal expert, his grandmother is still living until now in Saranjana City.

The people of Kotabaru notice that the physical characteristics of the people from Saranjana City, are just like humans in general, pretty, or handsome. The only difference is that, they do not have a concavity, or a line under the nose.

In the SAMSAT (vehicle registration office) of Kotabaru City, lots of new car registrations were never be taken by the owners. All cars were also never to be found passing in the street of Kotabaru City.

Several stories from some local motorcycles, or cars dealers. The dealers, which had the orders in cash, were confused, when they were told to leave the vehicles in some place, and not in detail address.

In the 80's, the local government office of Kotabaru District received guests from Jakarta, who wanted to deliver heavy equipment orders, in which had been fully paid. The orders were from Saranjana - Kotabaru, and there was no detail delivery address. Even so, the local government of Kotabaru was never ordered any heavy equipment.

Another story about rattan which were sent from Saranjana to Surabaya, East Java. Dozens of luxury cars, which were ordered from Java Island with the delivery address to Saranjana - Kotabaru.

In 2005, Ada Band, a famous group band from Jakarta, was performed a music concert, in a stadium, in Kotabaru. From 8,000 tickets that were sold, the event organizer counted, that there were more than 14,000 people, who were watching the concert.

Another weird thing, that was also noticed by all members of Ada Band. By the end of the concert, all 14,000 people were so quickly in leaving the stadium, with only using one exit gate open.

In January 1st, 2007, a Boeing 737-400 of Adam Air Flight 574, disappeared near Polewali in Sulawesi, and crashed in the ocean of Makassar Strait. All 102 people on board died. The plane's black box was located at a depth of 2,000 m (6,000 ft), and to be picked up eight months later.

According to Kotabaru paranormal elders, they believed that all 102 people on board, were saved, and brought to Saranjana City. Various rituals were performed by the elders to return the missing plane, along with the safety passengers, but all their efforts were in vain.

Do You Have a Sixth Sense?

I do. A week ago, I knew the story about Saranjana City from my friend, Xakti, who I had already mentioned him, in my previous post. I then started to Google all articles about Saranjana. There were few articles about it. Xakti is also had a sixth sense through his eyes, and his interest about Saranjana seems to influence me.

If you had a sixth sense, try to look deeply into below image!

Small cave in Saranjana at Pulau Laut Island
Image is courtesy of BornEo WalkEr

Tell me! What do you see in your vision?

According to BornEo WalkEr and his friend Javier Adietia, there are several caves, just like the one above at Pulau Laut Island. One thing that curious me, is that, a cave in the image above, is the entrance to the Saranjana City. That is according to my vision.

Believe it, or not is up to you. Because my friend Xakti, and my other friend, let's called him Ace, also told me the same thing.

At the beginning of my vision, I found Seven people wearing a black long suit with hood, which covered their head, guarded at the entrance. All them were carrying a golden spear. They were surrounded by several Banaspati (a flame head ghost) that were flying around them.

Banaspati

Receiving the permission from the Seven Guardian to enter the cave, I met with the Queen of Saranjana, who stopped me to enter the cave. Her face reminds me to an Indonesian artist, Kimberly Ryder.

Kimberly Ryder

I am not joking!! At least three people, not including me, who confirmed my statement above. The first was Ace who saw me with Kanjeng Ratu (Your Highness), that is what I called her, I do not dare to ask for her name. Xakti was the second person. The last person was my wife, who also had a sixth sense through her vision, just like both my friends.

I only asked two question to Kanjeng Ratu Saranjana. First, about her relationship with Kanjeng Ratu Kidul, or Nyi Rara Kidul. Kanjeng Ratu Saranjana said that, she did not have any relationship.

Then, I asked about the plane crash of Adam Air Flight 574. Kanjeng Ratu Saranjana said that all 102 people, including my cousin's mother-in-law, who was on board with her daughter, son-in-law, and two grandchildren, were now living in Saranjana City.

More Images of Saranjana at Pulau Laut Island, Courtesy of BornEo WalkEr

Two Saranjana's fishermen at the distance, who introduced themself to BornEo WalkEr, and Javier Adietia, as Ucung and Yudi

The Cliff of Mt. Saranjana

At The Top of Mt. Saranjana

My Astral Journey

So, did I finally manage to enter the cave? Yes I did. I had experienced an astral journey to Saranjana City, and was accompanied by Kanjeng Ratu Saranjana. For me, it was like in a wonderland. There is a castle at the center of the city, like in my daugther's Barbie cartoon movie.

I also felt like in an ancient Greek. There is a hall similar to a Greek temple, with huge pillars, which was made from white gold. The Lost City of Atlantis was the words that came out of my mind.

When Kanjeng Ratu asked me to stay, that was when my wife called my name, and I was back to my consciousness.

I did an astral journey, last friday, at 8 pm while sitting in my livingroom, and watching TV. In saturday evening, I only told to my wife about my meeting with Kanjeng Ratu, who has a face similar to Kimberly Ryder.

When I felt that Kanjeng Ratu was beside me, I said to my wife, Look, who is standing beside me?

She is so tall and gorgeous. She is wearing a gold crown, black dress with gold adornment. And, yes, she also reminds me to Kimberly Ryder, said my wife jealousy.

I love my family, and I said no to Kanjeng Ratu, when she asked me again to go with her to Saranjana City.

Such an amazing astral journey for me.

Blessed are those who have not seen, and yet have believed

John 20:29