RICH PRANAJA HEIR TO TIRTANALA
EPS 31 LOOKING FOR THE ANCESTRAL SHAMAN

FINDING AN ANCESTRAL SHAMAN

The night just ended. On the eastern horizon appears a red light, followed by the rising of the sun. Nature is also bright. The Surya continues to move to the day until the afternoon was approaching. The white color turns to a golden yellow color before sinking back and turning the day into night again.

That is, because night and day have become routine daily events, humans are no longer concerned about it. They don't care why there is day and night. Even though the day and night turnaround provides a lot of learning for those who want to think.

“Like the life that becomes the cycle of generation turnaround. Man is born, grows up, then grows old, then dies. At the same time there are babies who are reborn, grow up, then old and die again. Many people forget the essence of life itself,” said the father while talking to Pranaja.

“That life is not just a cycle, but a mission in itself?”

Dad nodded his head.

“Many people forget or do not know that man was created to serve his Creator. First he must be a caliph or leader for himself, his family, his environment, society, nation and Country,” continued Father. “The second, life in the world is connected with the afterlife. A good Caliph will produce as many good deeds as possible to carry as provisions in living the afterlife.”

Pranaja was stunned to hear those wise words.

“Dad believes not in life other than on Earth? I mean in this universe there are other civilizations besides humans?.”

Dad was silent for a moment. Staring at Pranaja's face deeply, probably was guessing which direction the sentences that came out of the mouth of his son.

“I don't know my son. But the universe is very vast. And Alloh never created anything in vain.”

Father's words sounded winged between sure and unsure.

“Why are you asking that?”

“There was a professor who said it was likely that our ancestors were aliens. That is to say celestial beings who have a civilization far more sophisticated than human civilization earth.”

“Reason?”

“Because of the structure of DNA and the composition of oxygen in my blood grains which is different from humans in general.”

Dad was silent, taking a deep breath. Then stand towards the storage cabinet of family heritage books. Take an old album whose cover is already very dull and dusty. After cleaning it with a cloth, he again sat in front of Pranaja.

“This album contains paintings and photos of our ancestors,” said the father.

Then he opened the first sheet of the album and showed it to Pranaja. A stone building similar to a temple full of reliefs that tell the life of the temple owner, Begawan Wanayasa.

“No one can paint his face, even in their imagination. Every one that does it is confirmed to be in prolonged pain.”

Next is a picture of the three sons, Roro Lawe, Panembahan Somawangi and Eyang Karangkobar.

“They are the white figures of the martial world who were very feared in his day. The people behind the success of Sultan Mataram Panembahan Senopati Ing Alaga, in every military operation conquered areas that rebelled against Mataram rule.”

“Why was Panembahan Somawangi painted when young but the others are old well?” Pranaja.

Because age has no major effect on him. Even this is a painting made when he was eighty years old.”

Pranaja.

“Wow! Eighty years? Why does it look like a young man under thirty?”

“That's one of the advantages. Dad also does not really understand, why he became so young,” he said. “But that doesn't mean he can reject the fate of death. He died at the age of one hundred and had five sons.”

From the five sons it then descended the lineage that reached the father and Pranaja.

“When the father was small, often invited by his grandfather to the hamlet of Somawangi, a small pedukuh in the southern foothills of Java.’

Pranaja. His hands opened sheet by sheet the family's legacy album and enjoyed his paintings or photographs. He was shocked when he saw a painting of a man wearing all-white clothes, riding a black horse while carrying a keris in his hand.

“Yes. His father was one of the grandchildren of Sultan Mataram, while his mother was one of the grandchildren of Panembahan Somawangi.”

Pranaja opened the last sheet of his grandmother's photo.

“Why no photos of grandpa yah?”

“Karen your grandfather was an ordinary person, not including the descendants of royal nobles. Hence the photo of the father also does not exist, because it is considered to have mixed blood.”

Pranaja nodded his head and closed the album's final cover.

“Yes, do all Begawan Wanayasa descendants have the blow of Wind Wall and Godham Elephant?”

Dad nodded his head.

“Blow Wall Wind and Elephant Godam is a hereditary science that should be mastered by all descendants Begawan Wanayasa.”

“Does the ability I have also other breeds?”

“You mean your ability to live in water, and the structural abnormalities of your DNA?”

Pranaja nodded, then he shook his head.

“No Pranaja. You're the only one with that ability, the others don't exist. Even father doesn't have abilities like you.”

“Why?”

Dad took a breath. Looked at the youngest son's face deeply.

“Conon according to legend, like a cycle you mentioned earlier, every hundred years, when the twin years descend, there will be descendants of Panembahan Somawangi who have the ability like his eldest son, he said, Prince Haryo Ranggawiyana Kertanaki. He has a very powerful punch because it is a combination of the power of the core of water, wind and fire.As well as the power of the sky The Gift of the Eye of God and the stone Mustikaning Jagad.”

Pranaja was flabbergasted to hear the words of his father.

“I mean, am I among the descendants who will gain that power?”

Dad shook his head.

“I don't know either. According to the story only descendants who have pure blood Panembahan Somawangi descendants will get it. While you have mixed blood from your grandfather.”

Pranaja nodded his head. What is clear now is that he knows his ancestors were not aliens as Q alleged.

***

Pranaja drives his new car which is the incarnation of Shield. His car slowly traced a rocky path towards the deserted hamlet. He's confused himself. Almost everyone who was asked about the whereabouts of the Somawangi shaman said they did not know or had never seen him.

Some say that the dukuh Somawangi can only be seen by the Panembahan Somawangi lineage.

“You mean, they're supernatural beings?”

The old man before him shook his head.

“Not, they are ordinary humans, only the hamlet is like covered in supernatural power that makes it invisible from the sight of ordinary humans.”

He also reported that most of the indigenous people of dukuh Somawangi were farmers. They used to bring garden produce to be sold to the market. Another characteristic is their clothes still like to wear fishing clothes, typical of ancient clothing.

Suddenly Shield stopped his car. He saw an old man crossing the street. Pranaja immediately went down, then looked for the figure of the old man, but there was no one. Suddenly he found a path leading to the back of the hill. Surprisingly there is a small arrow between the bushes that read “SOMAWANGI.”