The Voice of Death

Somehow, that is how I feel about the past few months that happened to me. The last straw was the news I received this afternoon. How I come up with the title is because that's how I see my recent life experience. I may be sad in writing this, but I am learning my lesson.

I understand death may be scary to some people. I accept death as a mere act of stepping from one room to another room with no turning point. So yeah, it takes preparation and it take courages to face the angel of death when time comes. And what do we prepare for its coming? How do we prepare ourselves in welcoming it? I am not about to answer those two questions though. It is a mere question to awaken our conscience in living this life.

So here is the story that unfolded in front of me.

Visitor of The Soul

Almost a year ago, while my teacher was sick. I had his soul visited me. Maybe it was just my dream, whatever we like to say... but he visited me in my dream. His visit reminded me of a dream I had of my deceased mother. 

bird is the symbol of the soul

He left me some message, but at the end, it was like a goodbye message for me. I met him sometime but we didn't talk about it. I didn't tell him about the dream. He only smiled at me when we met. Just like death is a mysterious thing to everyone. It is also a mystery to me. 

After all, the soul is a visitor to this world. When it is time to die, saying goodbye is a matter of taking chance. We need to get in touch with the soul to really sense it when time to go is getting closer and closer. By knowing this, we can say goodbye properly to anything and anyone, leaving good memory to those we will leave behind, Thus when we leave this body, we can leave it peacefully. Accepting the matter as the nature of life. 

And my teacher is a soulful man. His death is the both joyous and poignant. And his soul visit was meaningful to me.

Broken Spirit

I met this man just once, when he visited my company and looking for supplier to make his custom products. He came with Indonesian woman, his wife. First impression he needed anger management. It was a good thing that we weren't short tempered person, so we didn't sent them empty handed.

And last month or two months ago, he contacted me again. It wasn't for business matter but for personal matter. He had problem with his wife. The wife accused him for being violence and he claimed his wife committed adultery with another man. He showed me the pics of his wife with another man and her seductive pose in her wall that to Indonesia standard, it  would be considered immodest. And he sent me also a screen shot of letter in Bahasa Indonesia.  It turned out that she had married and had a child that he wasn't aware of. Witnessing the reality as it was and seeing another kind of women, both shocked and embarrassed me. And he asked me to help him. 

After lending ears and mind and heart to hear his lamentation and assist him to ease his broken heart, out of the blue the message is received that the wife had asked him to pay her air ticket to go back to Indonesia to file divorce. She didn't want to be with him anymore. But the man loved her so much that he'd rather had her back and forgave her past. My comment to their situation was a very logic one: they both have to have a new heart and mind in looking into one another. He needs to be gentler with her so that she won't see him as a monster and she needs to live honest life and to be trust worthy person so that he won't feel cheated every time she meet new people - men to be particular. 

That is certainly a tall order for them and him especially. As he felt there was no way out, he told me he'd rather die. That all his life, he'd been left alone by his family. His daughter didn't want to meet him even though he just live about 40km away. He was in despair. My advice which may sound theoretical though it came from my personal experience couldn't change his mind. Still I told him that killing himself wouldn't solve his problem; not even his soul will rest peacefully. 

After that last chat, he didn't contact me for about two weeks or a month I can't remember. And then out of the blue, he contacted me and telling me that now he's in better condition, ready to fight for justice and that now he's in Indonesia seeking additional information on his ex wife and also to get annulment letter from ministry of religion.

Well, I am happy for him. Saving someone's life is about saving humanity. In a way I feel sorry for the woman, but I guessed when you prepared to do anything to get the world, then you also need to prepare for the consequences. As far as I know, nothing good comes out of it, just like it has been described as an ugly crone in the mask of beautiful maiden. 

A dying breath

Two weeks ago while I was on the way back to my work town, my friend texted me and asked me to help someone who was sick in Nganjuk hospital. It's a small town in East Jawa. He thought the sick girl had gotten her sickness from black magic. It was so sudden and soon getting worse. 

Out of compassion, I contacted my other friends who have ST wooden stick that can help to cure sickness metaphysically. One of them then told me that I could also do the long distance therapy by phone. Understanding the logical of its work, I took note on that. I mean I also have the wooden stick and had helped some of my friends amd family with the blessing of Allah. However I didn't do it right away. I thought it wasn't good for me to do it while I was in the bus. I don't want people to look at me strangely. 

When he sent me the girl's picture, my heart was shuddered. What I saw was a dying face with bleeding nose. As if she were dead. Then I shared it with my friends to ensure they took the case seriously and contacted her father to do long distance therapy. As my friend kept asking me if somebody had helped her and I arrived late at night, I promised him to check in the following morning. So I did. I called the number given, which is her father. No one called. So then I did what was told by my friend using mu wooden stick. As he did what I was instructed him, I could hear her weak sounds and heavy breathing. I restwd my strength to heal her to Allah. I did my best within my capacity and the rest is up to Allah. As I finished the therapy, I told him to call me in the evening to get another one. Well, he didn't call and neither did I. 

What will I remember in my last breath?

The following day, I was hesitant to call. I wanted to see the willingness of her family to help her. I had given him the number to contact for  the metaphysical therapy and his location is nearer compared to mine.My friend sent me another picture of her with swollen cheek. Again  my heart was shuddered in seeing hee yet felt helpless. Later in the afternoon, my friend texted me that the girl had died. He was furious in witnessing how cruel human being can be. Black magic is deadly weapon for coward. Recalling the previous pictures he sent, it seemed that she was sentenced to die. I prayed that her soul rest in peace. For if it is true someone had done black magic to her, I prayed that whoever did it find conscience and atonement. 

I realized then her breathing that I heard was a dying breathing. Another effort to live, fighting between life and death. Preparing the last thing that needed to happen be happened. For the soul to find solace and peace as it left the body and returned to the realm of eternity. 

Of these lesson of life, the best I can say is 

Innalillahi wainna ilaihi roji'un. 
Allummagh fir lahum war hamhum wa'fuanhum. 

We surely belong to Allah and to Him we shall return. 

O Allah, forgive him and have mercy on him, keep him safe and sound and forgive him