Travel Stories
Hell In The Wind

The wind slowly strengthened into a menacing misfortune as the mantra flowed in inner silence. The four lines inscribed by the Arborite in the form of the Purwa script into my skin seemed to smolder, as the pulse of pure energy strengthened, deep within the core of the self.

Nature seems to howl in pain when the pressure is strong, confining awareness in the great pain that runs deep into the head. My position was leaning more and more, laden with a tremendous energy load that seemed to be trying to destroy every cell in my body, as the wind grew more and more crazed in the wild feast of inner energy.

Duh, Gusti, I complained tired in my heart when I was no longer able to hold the bond that seemed to break the cage of my chest. The total darkness was swept away in an instant, when my consciousness vanished into nothingness...

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The sun beam that falls on the canopy of the leaves in this place, always creates a spectacular view. The array of light that hit the dew pile, creating a luster of diamonds until finally blurred along with the morning. The chirping of various birds competes for attention in the chic symphony frame of a small shower stream whose water comes from a spring, not far from the cottage where the Arborite took me a few days ago.

Our trip was not long. Although it doesn't have a clock, but I'm sure, this place isn't far from the train tracks where I met and clashed with him. But somehow, I felt that this place was not part of the world where I met that strange person, no matter where he was at the moment.

And the matter of his words was about to teach me about how to use this 'curse?!

The demon gondrong is just boasting it seems...

The evening fell apart when we got to this place. Arborite became quieter as the shadow of the log cabin became more and more apparent in the depths of darkness. As if he did not want to waste time, he pushed open the wooden door of the cottage and disappeared into it, then appeared again with a few small bottles in his hand.

"Take off your clothes, and go into the pool. Whatever happens, don't ever step your foot out of that pool before I tell you"

As powerful as possible, I resisted the urge to argue and do his orders, even though the anticipation began to feel turbulent.

Shit, it will definitely be cold, I thought as I slowly entered the pond.

The calm and clear water that greeted me was not as cold as I thought, even warm and refreshing.

Hmmm, maybe it'll be this convenient. I didn't take a shower for long, I thought glad.

The beam of light began to illuminate when the bottle that turned out to be a kind of simple lamp was lit. Arborite began to place these lamps in the four corners of the pond, which I noticed, following the pattern of the wind direction.

"You ready to embrace your grace, boy?"

But the voice that came out of his mouth was not his voice. The voice was old, frail and full of warnings of danger. That voice scared me more than anything.

"Huh, son of Adam... Foolish and useless. I don't know why Gusti Prince would give something like this to him." he said again.

Slowly, Arborite crouched down on the edge of the pond and put her left hand into the water and the tone in the ancient language began to flow out of her mouth, becoming a horn full of mystical power. The small flame of the lamp began to move in a magical dance - shrinking and enlarging, accompanying the pulsation as if emerging from nature. As the chanting of the sound of his mouth, the wind began to move, also dissolved in the symphony of the composition of the Khalik, shaking branches, twigs, even tree trunks in a rhythmic dance that threatens. The night is darkened in a dark cloud that comes out of nowhere. When my fear began to creep up, the heat came...

Slowly, searing heat emerged from the half-set foot on the sand at the bottom of the pond and crept up.

"Rite, how hot is it?"

My question hangs in vain amid the throes of a dangerous dance in a mystical energy orgy. Tembang continued to flow from the mouth of the Arborite, strengthening along with the damage and bad luck of the wind that was felt began to threaten while in the sky, lightning threads began to be seen, as well, as if reluctant to be left behind in the grand celebration of this universal power show.

The longer, the more unbearable the heat. The water that pushed me up to my chest was unable to escape the pain.

I was about to turn around and climb up from the wretched pool when the ripples and water spills seemed to awaken Arborite from what I was about to do. A glimmer of fear was visible from her beautiful eyes, before those eyes hardened in the murderous gaze she had shown before. His right hand was raised towards me, and no matter what he did, my body seemed to be tightly tied.

In panic, I tried to rebel, but whatever I did was in vain. A moment later, at a glance, the thoughts calmed the panic that struck in the midst of the increasingly agonizing heat, despite the shock of grief, I had not been able to free the spirits of my two imprisoned parents in the world...

"Do that again, boy, I'll blow your head off!"

The whisper was clearly heard at the base of the head, just like the whispers and shouts of the mother first. And when our eyes met, I realized that Arborite was speaking through my mind.

"Foolish son of a bitch doesn't know it's lucky! You children of Adam are indeed only flawed in the perfect world of the Creator. Do that again, and I won't care if he punishes me until the end of time!"

Without knowing how to try to communicate with all parts of the body locked in a bundle of strength, including my mouth, I tried to say in my mind.

"I'm sorry..."

"No need to talk, maggots! Enjoy it, it'll be done before you can die!"

I grimaced. The anger in those words felt like a roar in my mind.

If I have to die, I'll give it all to you, God...

"So much better." he said again.

But the feeling is becoming more unbearable. The heat was burning deep into the body, although I felt it slowly, starting to focus on the four points in the elbow and left and right shoulder blades, until finally, the heat began to rise, in one long, painful twitch, which I felt like I was stopping my heart, it suddenly disappeared.

Unlike the coming, the wind and the furore of nature stopped suddenly, leaving a total loneliness gripping in the hue of the moonlight that unfolded. The only sound that was heard was only the chatter that ran softly from the mouth of the Arborite, which I now understood a little bit of meaning...

"Bayu nira ning sawala, murbeng ing jagad without wasesa.. Amba tan duraka nyuwun gunging pangatsama..."

Unknowingly, my tears melted...

This gondrong demon is also trapped in its own samsara, I thought sadly.

"Come, Son. It's done.." The voice sounded tired now, drained and tired. The voice that seemed to have suffered for centuries in the same pain as many others, those who were caught up in personal lusts while alive and bound to the earth of man when death came.

Isakan began to linger in the chest when out of nowhere, understanding emerged from nothing, flowing into my understanding.

How they could not go home and be united with the Creator and forever dwell in the intermediate realm, waiting for mercy and the one who could show them the way home. Just like my mom and dad.

"There's no need for you to cry for me, boy. Rest first, tomorrow we speak again" he said, inching away, entering into darkness and nothingness in ripples and waves of light.

Slowly, in solitude and solitude, real sadness began to strike my mind in full force. Lunglai, I began to climb the edge of the pool, draining myself and getting dressed when I realized that there was a line of Purwa script imprinted on the base of my right and left elbows.

Damn it, it seems permanent, I thought as I tried to remove the writing by rubbing it, but I don't think I'd care about it. My brain was too tired to think about anything and the world crept into total darkness as soon as I laid down and closed my eyes.