The Angkara Murka
The Book of Pon - The Thirty Kusuma Dewi
Girinata was eventually declared a crazy middle-aged man by the villagers of Pon. Wardhani, his daughter and Marni, his missing wife, who thought they were leaving, stopped. Almost half of the villagers understood that Marni and Wardhani were involved in some kind of magic circle around their lives. Either Girinata made them a victim, or his wife's son made their husband and father a victim. However, the villagers better accept the fact that Girinata became insane. Easier. After all, their hamlet has now opened up and started to show progress since the incident of destruction of five sacred objects called Pancajiwa in four different places in Pon Hamlet some time ago.
The incident of vandalism and disrespect contributed to the loss of life. Victims of life is a thing that should be a story that can not be easily forgotten and tends to be told continuously. But after the incident, strangely, the residents of Pon Hamlet have not even discussed it too often again. Now this place forces to quickly forget past events and continue to progress for the sake of development. Moreover, before long, Pon hamlet suddenly became a unique tourist destination: spiritual tourism.
Residents who still pity the Girinata number is still quite a lot, every day always stop by the mansion to put food. Girinata will walk slowly to scrape the food given, just as a response to the starving stomach. The next day with personal awareness, residents come, clean up food scraps and sometimes sweep some parts of the house so as not to be too shabby and dirty.
However, Girinata was almost always present within his world, a dimension that absorbed his soul and body. And so, today, tonight, he suddenly smiled. His inner eyes broke through the layers of the magical world. Girinata has learned that Wardhani has found her host. Wardhanis deliberately took a woman named Kusuma Dewi was not without reason. His reddish hair and white skin seemed to be reminiscent of his older brother, Kinanti, who took the form of a rough-haired kuntilanak reddish by the ground.
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Soemantri Soekrasana was shocked half-dead when the face of a red kuntilanak was right in front of her face. "Fuck, bitch! What do you want this time?!" the Soemantri Soekrasana.
He was lying on his back on a bed in the room of a cheap inn when Chandranaya, the red kuntilanak, was floating on his body. His eyes were almost entirely red with blood. His half-cuffed hair and half-randomness flew about, as if against the gravity of the earth. He was smiling horribly and staring intently at the young shaman.
How did Soemantri Soekrasana not be surprised? The red kuntilanak always communicated in a way that the young man still did not understand, but I do not know how long he was cursed to be plastered by the spirit of the red woman.
"Surge, or I'll burn your body with this dagger!" threaten Soemantri Soekrasana while pretending to reach into her sling bag to take Mpu Gandring.
Suddenly the female ghost figure disappeared then appeared floating in the corner of the room near the window. He grinned and pointed out the window with his long, thin and pale-skinned finger.
"What's the matter exactly?" asked Soemantri Soekrasana this time more to himself. He closed his eyes but opened his eyes. "Wardhani ...," he murmured.
He looked at the crimson kuntilanak who was grimacing horribly. Ordinary people would have run away to find the scary face, but Soemantri Soekrasana squinted and found something behind the face that was unpredictable besides the horror. "You found something? You can share with me," said the young shaman.
Chandranaya the red kuntilanak looked sharply at Soemantri Soekrasana then poured forward. His astral body went into Soemantri Soekrasana's body, making the young shaman jerk backwards until he returned to his supine sleeping position again.
His soul seemed to come out of the body, drifting through the ceiling of the cheap inn room, then slid through the layers of time, sheets of time and dimensions, continuously sucked into the circle of memory and the past, in different places and times.
Pon hamlet in the past.
Shit, thought Soemantri Soekrasana. He was fooled again.
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Pancajiwa there is not merely the efforts of the elders of the hamlet to resist the dark forces, black forces, or evil forces that are about to destroy their place.
Indeed Hamlet Pon was endowed with a different aura and atmosphere. This place is a passage of space and time between the world where creatures and supernatural forces get a place to activity: communicate, transport and protest. However, the village elders used it for personal gain.
A pair of twin banyan trees is a symbol of fertility. The key elements that make life go on. Descendants and generations are the absolute condition of human beings remaining in the world.
The village arch is the symbol of the door to another place or time, the symbol of the future. When the foot steps into and through it, that is the sign of humans ready to face whatever is ahead,
a hope.
The stone monument at the intersection of the hamlet road is a monument. A record of attaining power, prestige and wealth. The monument is an element in human life that almost anyone tries to achieve.
Lastly, the wooden stump on the river bank as a symbol of human desire and lust. The wooden stump is a phallus, a symbol of masculinity. No wonder she was put on the bank of a river, the epitome of femininity. Like a pair of phallus and yoni. No wonder Wardhani and the snake demon came out of the magical world where they were sucked by using this Pancajiwa site. Both offer berahi which is also an important element in human life.
The elders lived in a circle that benefited them for many years, up to their descendants. They purposely use supernatural powers to lock in other magical powers. The goal is simple, so that Pon Hamlet will always be in the status quo, stagnant, ajeg and unchanged.
The elders held back the natural elements in human life for tens or even hundreds of years. In fact, they could have made their hamlet 'friendly' to the elements of lust, desire, fertility, wealth and hope and treated it reasonably. However, they constrained it in such a way that the natural elements accompanied by the occult elements became increasingly wild and fierce.
The elders are superegoes who suppress the id brutally. There is no ego involved in the process.
As a result, when the Pancajiwa is destroyed, the dark forces that are hidden and hostile for too long are immediately glowing, dimming and popping up in a roaring, savage and uncontrollable manner.
The elders are not wise saints. They are megalomaniacs, narcissists, and power lovers. They feel themselves great and great, and special. They become the judge of law enforcement over the world, the small world they created.