Sierra Cemetery

Myself, R and M went to meditate in Sierra Cemetery. We reached at the gate of the cemetary around midnite, but R and M didn't want to go out from my car. I guess M was still upset about the events in the evening.

So I went in alone first, I let R accompany M in the car. I went up the hill, looking for a spot between the graves to settle down. I found one spot and immediately I placed the plastic sheet on the ground for me to sit down and tried to focus, but I could not focus. After 30 minutes, with no sign of R and M coming, I packed my things and got out from the cemetary compound and went to my car. M and R were still in the car. I called them to come out. Which they did. M was reluctant, I could sense that.

So the three of us went in and started walking up the hill. Abount 30 meter from the gate, M stood still and said to me and R, "I only send both of you up till here". Then she spoke towards the direction of the darkness in the bushes "I only send them, please show yourself to them". After that she turned around started walking back towards the car.

Is she sincere to follow us ? I asked myself.

R followed M and said to her "What's wrong with you, why you send us here if you don't want to follow us?"

M said, "I only want to send u only".

R said, "Looks like you want to help but you are not being sincere. Come on, let's do this together...."

M reluctantly agreed.

We went farther into the cemetary compound, and I finally I located a spot which could accomodate the three of us.

I rolled out the plastic sheet for us to sit, and we settled ourselves down. M was in the middle.

I placed the offering - sirih pinang, tobacco and traditional cigar in front of me and recited my mantra and went deep into meditation. But as usual, I didn't see any spiritual entity, even though M signalled to me to look at one direction, as if someone was there, but I only could see white energy...or was it the mist?

M saw a spirit of a woman sitting down with her head covered with sarong staring at us. The woman was sitting near a grave in the direction that we came from.

R saw a spirit of an old man, standing in front of him. He look like a Bajau man, in his 50s. The spirit didn't speak to R, but R sensed that he wanted an assistance.

Around 2.30 am, we packed our things and headed back to the car.

In search of a Pontianak in Gunung Andarassy

AA had been pressuring me to go Tawau. He said there was a pontianak in Gunung Andrassy Tawau. He wanted me to go there and he wanted to join along.

I agreed, we drove to Tawau and Rlz also came along. AA said Rlz was also eager to experience paranormal activities. Arriving in Tawau, I, AA and Rlz checked in into a hotel in Tawau. Myself and AA shared the same room.

On the choosen nite, Rlz and I were ready to go to Gunung Andrassy, but last minute AA withdrew himself. He said he was really tired, and wanted to sleep. So Rlz and I went there without him.

Arriving at Gunung Andrassy, I quickly made my checking around the building's compound. I found out that the area was brightly lit with spotlights and the area was a bit too noisy with the sound of the generator set running. I requested the spotlights to be switched, but the sound I couldn't do anything. When the spotlights had been switched off, the building's compound became dark and I asked Rlz to follow me. We looked for a spot which was dark with the least noise.

After finding a spot, I unfolded my plastic sheet, and we sat down and made ourselves comfortable. The weather was a bit cold luckily I had my jacket on, but Rlz didn't bring any jacket, I wondered if she was cold. But then I realized I already reminded her to bring a jacket. If she was Cold, it was entirely her fault I quickly dismissed the guilty feeling from my mind and quickly concentrated on my mantra recital.

Hours passed and I looked for a sign of any spirits to appear. Sounds of falling leaves and tree branches sometimes sometimes made my senses on full alert expecting a pontianak, or a spirit or anything to appear.

But none appeared. I asked Rlz whether or not she saw anything. She said she didn't see anything.

Around 2.30 am, we packed our things and drove back to Tawau.

The next day I flew to KL, and AA remained in Tawau. He confessed to me, that the following night when I was not in the room with him, an unseen entity was on top of him and he had difficulty to breathe.......

In search of a Pocong in Sipitang Cemetery

Myself in Sipitang Cemetery, looking for a Pocong which was reported to be terrorising Sipitang folks

My friend R had informed my about a newspaper article ragarding a Pocong which had been seen in Sipitang, and he was so excited to go there and see the Pocong for himself.

So on one choosen night, we drove to Sipitang and arrived just before midnght. The plan was that M was going to check in into a hotel while myself and R went hunting for the Pocong. But since it was almost midnite, it was not worth for the money for M to check in as we plan to leave before dawn.

We asked for direction from the hotel receptionists, of where the Pochong was sighted. After obtaining the direction, we drove off looking for that Pochong. But we got lost. Suddenly the Merapok/Lawas immigration check point was in front of us. I don't know how we reached Sarawak state border. We turned back and followed the same road back to Sipitang.

In Sipitang, we asked again for direction. This time we asked someone from the shell petrol station and the guy told us the detail direction to the Sipitang cemetery. He said before the big tree just before the bridge, turn right into a small lane, and at the end of the lane was the cemetery.

We drove off to the cemetery. And before the big tree, we turned right into a small lane. When we turned right, it was an eerie feeling that suddenly descended upon us.

M suddenly lost her confidence to drive. I told her to carry on.

At the end of the road there it was, the Sipitang cemetery. When we reached there I invited M and R to join me to go into the cemetery. But they refused to go out, so I went in alone.

I choosed a grave with brick border to sit on. For 40 minutes I was alone in the forest reciting the mantra I learned which was supposed to help me see the spirit world. But I didn't catch any glimpse of that shy Pocong.

Me handphone suddenly rang, it was R. R asked me whetehr or not I intended to stay there longer. I replied just a little while more. I waited for a few minutes more, just in case that Pocong wanted to suprise me. But nothing appeared. So I took a picture of myself in that cemetery and went back to the car.

Inside the car I asked R and M why they didn't they come out and follow me. They told me that the eerie feeling was so overwhelming and thay didn't dare to venture out.

We drove back to KK around 3.30 am.

Penampang Cemetery

Myself after meditation in Penampang Cemetary. Behind me was a grave.

Chapter 1 - Conquering the Penampang Cemetery

M informed me of an incident where the friends of her cousins went to a cemetery at night, ended up being haunted by evil spirits. M said when they were in the cemetery they saw the spirits coming down towards them from the hills. They were really scared that they made a quick dash to their car and drove off in a hurry. The spirtits kept following them, and even while sending their car to a car wash center, they can see the spirits staring at them. They felt sick too. At the end, they went to a Shaman and they were advised by the Shaman to sacrifice a chicken to release themselves from that evil spirits.

M told me that if I really wanted to see a spirit, for sure, 100 percent guaranteed my desire would be fulfiilled if I go to that cemetery.

I asked where that cemetery was?

She said it was in Penampang. She was willing to send us there but she would not be joining us. She was afraid she might need to sacrifice a chicken, I thought.

I was elated to hear such place full of agressive spirits existed. I have been to a cemetery before, alone from 9 pm till 5 am, but no spirits approached me, I guess the spirits were kind of shy towards me.

I asked what was the exact time they went to the cemetery?

She didn't know. I asked her to check with her cousin.

So the night came when M was willing to send us there. The date was 8/4/2009. M and her cousin C, dropped myself and R, at the gate of the Penampang cemetery, around 9.30 pm. They quickly drove off leaving us there.

Once M and C had driven off then I realised I chose the wrong nite. It was full moon.

But we just carried on, if the ghosts here were aggressive, they didn't care about full moon. I said to myself.

We chose a spot on a lane that was going up the hill. Only this area seemed not to be covered by the moonlight as there were many trees. The graves were on the left side of the lane. All were on the slope of a hill.

I unfolded my plastic sheet, placed it on the ground and we sat down on it. We placed the offering (Sirih Pinang, tobacco and traditional cigarettes) in front of us and recited our own mantra or wirid, with rosary beads in our hands. We quickly went into a meditative state and waited patiently for any ghost to appear.

We waited and waited patiently while reciting our mantra or wirid.

Patiently we waited. But no ghost was willing to appear. No spirit wanted to materialise in front of us.

R didn't see anything either, nor did he feel the suspense and thrill like in Bukit Kinarut or in Gua Penindukan/Keningau Forest.

Did the spirits think it was suicidal to appear in front of us?. M once asked me what would I do if the ghosts appear and disturb me? I said I would recite the Ruqyah (selected Quran verses) to burn any jin or satan that would dare to disturb us. Did they overheard me?

Or was it because of the full moon? Is it true that ghosts won't appear if there is a full moon? As they are the princes and princesses of the darkness.

Or was it because of we arrived too early? Some say ghosts only appear after midnight, but some say, ghosts appear between 7 to 9, as that's the time they go to work, and by 9.30 pm, they are already in their offices or workplaces, working like we do. Did we miss the perfect moment?

At 12.30 am, M rang R's hp saying that she was on her way to pick us up.

We packed our things and waited for M to come. While waiting, I took several pictures of myself posing on the graveyards.

M came and picked us up. When we got in into her car she said "What is this smell?"

"What smell?" I said. "Isn't it the smell of my perfume?" I used a thousand flower perfume, good for attracting any female spirit.

"No, its a corpse like smell." M said.

I kept quiet. Was something following us?



Chapter 2 - Revenge of the Evil Spirits

M fell sick. I suspected she was 'keteguran' (the bad energy of the spirit has got into her body) from the last visit to the Penampang Cemetery.

I urged M to see Father M, to check whether or not she was 'keteguran' but she didn't have the time.

She said C also fell sick but C refused to believe she was 'keteguran'. M asked C to accompany her to see Father M, but she said it was just a normal fever and she didn't want to go.

I asked M why wasn't any ghost appeared to us when we went there unlike the friends of her cousin who saw the ghosts at the cemetery and the ghosts haunted them wherever they went after that.

She said she had talked to her cousin about that and her cousin replied that we were too early. They went there way after midnight hour.

I told M, that was why I told her to check on the time first to duplicate exactly the same scenario. Now I was not satisfied. I needed to go back.

To release M from her sickness, I suggest M to send a chicken to the cemetery. M wanted to send a live chicken, but she was afraid to bring live chicken in her car. So she brought a fried chicken instead from a famous fast food restaurant and left it in the cemetery for the ghosts to feast on.



Chapter 3 - Return to The Penampang Cemetery

This time I choosed the night when there was no moon and after midnight. The date choosen was 1/5/2009. Friday nite. Malam Jumat Wage.

So when the night came, M sent us to the Penampang cemetery just before midnight.

After she left, we went in. Sure enough it was a very dark that night, giving us a chilling feeling of eerie.

We chose a spot on the lane going up the hill, although not the same spot like last time.

I unfolded my plactic sheet for us to sit down and setlled down. R was facing uphill while I was facing downhill. We placed the offering in front of us, and recited our mantra/wirid.

R saw something at the beginnging like white clouds in the form of a group of humans not far from him. But then it disappeared before if fully materialised. I saw only patches of white energy. The sounds of falling dead leaves and branches sometimes startled us and made our heartbeat go faster, but that was all to it. Nothing more.

Around 2.30 am, we packed our things, headed towards the cemetery gate and waited for M to pick us up.

M came shortly afterwards.

I bid farewell to Penampang Cemetery.

Rest in peace.

Gua Penindukan - Keningau Forest

The morning after one whole night meditation in Keningau Forests (above Gua Penindukan)

Bukit Kinarut

Work in Progress

Tenom Cemetery

Myself and R, drove to Keningau in one afternoon around 2.30 pm. My feeling was mixed. Worried, scared, and glad.

I was worried that something might happen to me, like being bitten by a snake, scorpions or wild dogs. I was scared that I might die, due to shock or heart attack. I was glad that someone was sincere enough to help me in achieving what my heart desire, to be able to see, the realms of the spirit world. To be able to see the looks of ghosts, jinns (genie) or the devil himself.

To erase all that I practiced my Zikir and surrender to Him completely. Every seconds, every breath, only Allah was in my mind...all the way to Keningau. Before comig to Keningau, I memorised the Ruqyah (verses from Quran) and parcticed my jirus(stances), just in case there was a need to use them. For the whole week prior to this, I also bcame vegetarian, to increase my vibration level higher.

Around 4.30 pm, we arrived at Keningau and we checked in into a hotel.

I ate a little bit, two buns with black beans inside. After freshened up, around 5.30pm, we drove to Ola's house. Ola greeted us and we were invited into his house. Ola was a simple man, younger than myself, with a dark skin and curly hair, very typical of a Timorese man. He had a wife and 5 young kids.

Ola's wife served us hot coffee. Ola immediately, told his stories, about the Chinese Medicine man who wanted to see and meet a ghost, and so that he could ask the ghost to grant him his wishes. Ola informed us that, he took the Chinese man to the Tenom Cemetery, at night, but shortly after he left him there, around 15 minutes or so, he heard the chinese man scream and he rushed to him, and find him in shock. The man couldn't talk, and didn't response to his questions. His body was shivering and he seemed to be losing his mind. He brought him home, and Ola had to treat him, called back his spirit, to make him normal and sound again. Ola warned me that the same thing could happen to me if I were to continue with my desire, as this was real, and the danger was imminent. The same thing could happen to me, he said.

I told Ola I was ready and I was not changing my mind, I wanted to proceed that night. R also reassured Ola that I was ready and had a strong spirit.

So R gave Ola all the things he requested for his ritual. R gave him, a one cent copper coin, cotton, a bottle of wisky,candles and needles. The white male chicken was already in the kitchen.

Ola asked me to sit in front of him and began his ritual by pouring some of the wisky to the floor of his house. Then I saw him concentrating on the small statues of Jesus, Mother Mary and a few others and he went into a trance state. He seemed to be communicating with his ancestors. Then he requested the chicken to be brought in. His wife brought in the chicken in placed it in front of us. I could see the chicken tried to escape but its legs were tightly bound. He then stripped away the feathers around the chicken's neck. The white feathers fell flying onto the floor of his house. Ola then recited something to the chicken, then he bit the chicken's neck until it was almost severed. Red thick blood of the chicken spurted all over the place, some landed on Ola's clothing but luckily it didn't land on my clothing. He then placed the chicken onto the floor. The chicken was struggling to get fresh air, the Ola pointed his index finger to the chicken, recited some mantra and the chicken's struggling eased off, and it lay motionless. Blood continued to gush out from the chicken's neck onto the floor.

When it was all over, when the chicken was lifeless, Ola then use the cotton, to absorb some of the chicken blood. Then the cotton is then pressed against my forehead, my legs and the palm of my hands, while he recited a few mantra. He asked me to let the blood dry and not to wipe it off. He then casted his spell on me.

When the ritual was over, myself, R and Ola went back to the hotel room in Keningau. I needed to change my attire. It was alrady around 7.30 pm, when we reached the hotel. I wore a track bottom and a jacket, complete with hood. I brought along my usual tools, like gloves, socks and yoga mat. I asked Ola whether I could bring my rosary beads, he advised me not to.

We drove off to Tenom. Tenom is about 40 KM away from Keningau. Along the way I kept quiet focussing on my breathing and Allah Hu Zikir. Once in a while R talked to Ola.

The night was quiet and it was quite dark. It was not full moon, and the moon seemed to covered by the clouds.

The road seemed hazardous to be driving at nights, as there were cows crossing or standing in the middle of the road. If R didn't drive carefully we could hit a live cow on the road that nite.

Suddenly, there was a loud noise, and the car seemed to jump as it went over something. It was a dead cow than we ran over. Blood mixed with the cow's internal processed food in its stomach got splashed onto the widscreen. Immediately R used the car wiper to wipe it away. We were fortunate though there was any dent or damage to the car. We were fortunate too that R didn't loose control of the car, otherwise I wouldn't be here to tell you this story.

We continued our journey and we reached at the Tenom cemetery around 8.30 pm. We parked the car outside the gate. Then the three of us went into the cemetery compound. It was Ola first, leasing the way, followed by R and then me. I brought along my yoga mat. My gloves and socks were in the pocket of my jacket.

Ola chose a spot under a big tree with graves underneath it. It was dark under the tree. I rolled out my yoga mat and sat on the mat crossed-legged.

Ola then gave his final advice, 'Jangan tegur kalau ada sesiapa datang.' meaning 'Dont say anything if anyone comes.' R didn't say a word to me. He kept his silence ever since we walked into the cemetery. I sensed that he was worried about me. I understood well his position, should I die that nite, he was the one to convey the message to my parents and he would take all the blames for leading me into this journey. And with that final advice from Ola, they retreated and dissappeared behind the gate. I was alone, reciting my Zikir.

What is that hammering sound?

It was like someone was hammering a big nail with a big hammer. I didn't notice it when we walked into the cemetery compound, but I after being left alone, it seemed to be getting louder. Was it a bird? Or was the sound of a primate? I don't know....In my mind I kept imagining a one eyed tall jinn with a hammer...

Dex once told me how he battled a tall jinn with a giant net out to capture him in the spiritual realm. He almost lost the battle but with knowledge and his powers he managed to escape the jinn's giant net.

If there was giant jinn with a big hammer, could I escape its deadly blow? Would I die? Would I survive? Would I be captured and become his servant in the spiritual realms?

I was situated near the left border of the cemetery. Under the tree, once my eyes adjusted to the low light conditions of the night, I could see, there were many graves in the cemetery, behind me, in front of me, to my left and to my right were all graves.

Suddenly the hammering sound was getting louder and getting nearer to me. I was on full alert. My body, my mind, my spirit were ready to expect anyone or anything to come. I set aside my fright. I put a shield around me, with ever zikir recited and every breath I let out, I strengtened my shield.

I focus my eyes towards the direction where the hammering sound was coming from. But I couldn't see anything or anyone that was creating the sound.

The sound was getting nearer, my heart was beating faster. Cold sweat began trickling down my forehead and my back.

This is it.. This is my destiny...I said to myself. I continued my zikir...

Suddenly the noise moved away from my direction to the left. Just as sudden it came towards my direction, it changed its direction suddenly too. Then it retreated back towards the direction from where it was coming from.

I was glad the hammering noise didn't come, but at the same time I was disappointed of not knowing the real source of the noise. Never in my life I ever heard that kind of noise.

The noise of dead leaves falling behind me scared me every time, as it sounded like someone was walking behind me. Every time it fell I always expect the worst and ready for whatever to come. In my mind eyes it seemed somebody was slowly approaching me, and it gave me the creepy feeling every time I thought of it. It got even worse when a dead tree branch fell to the ground. When your ears were intune and focus to your surrounding, the noise it made was very loud and clear, as if someone was hurriedly running behind you and dissapeared without a trace. Towards the end of the night i got used to these sounds, but I didn't let my guard down. Every time there was a noise behind me or around me, or near me, I was on full alert and kick started my shield and my zikir, with the heavy breathing.

A black bird suddenly flew out of nowhere and landed on a cross of a grave nearby...

This is it. This must be the moment. I told myself.

I was ready. I was waiting for it to come flying nearer to me. Or to jump onto the ground and started walking towards me. I was half expecting it to transform itself into some other repulsive, frightening, blood hungry creature, with fangs, claws and red eyes.

I surrendered to Allah, tawakkal to Him. If I didn't make it that night, defeated and found dead in the morning, at least I was dead trying to achieve what I have been longing to do. I put my life in Allah's care.

But the bird didn't come to me, it stared at me in curiousity. It turned its head right and left, maybe to get a better view of me. Maybe it was wondering what was this human doing in the graveyard all alone at night. Having satisfied its curiousity it flew away.

The tension and suspense eased off when it flew away. I checked around me if there was anything that I could harm me in whatever way possible. There was none. Only the stillness of the night remained.

I continued with my zikir, reciting Allah, hundreds of times, thousands...till I lost track of the counts and the time as well.

What time is it now? I wondered. I looked at the sky, the moon has moved about 25 degrees from its original position.

Is it midnite now?

I cleared my mind and concentrated on my zikir.

A barking sound in a distant startled me. From a distant a could see a few dogs, going from one grave to another grave. I couldn't be sure what they were looking for? Were they looking for food?

Are they spirits in disguise?

One dog got closer, closer and closer to me, till it came to the grave in front of me. It began to notice my presence. It stood still, stared at me and began growling and barking at me.

My heart beat raced faster. I realized now I was in a danger zone. This was real danger. If it was a servant of the darkness, it could now transform itself into an gruesome and scary creature ready to frighten me or take my soul into its world. Or the dog could just attack me in his current form, bite me with its mouthful of sharp teeth, and kill me. I would be totally weaponless and defenseless against any physical attack. I only surrendered to Allah.

Several other dogs began to notice me. They too stared at me and began to bark at me wildly. Some got closer to the first dog, some just barked at me from a distant. A worrying thought started to lurk at the back of mind, that the dogs would gang up and kill me. What if all of them come together, surrounded me, attcked me in a formation just like a scene from National Geographic or Animal Planet about a defenseless creature being attacked and eaten by hyeanas in Botswana, Africa. Would my life ended this way?

I tried to find a stick or dead tree branch around me, but under a low light condition I barely could see. No use using my hands either, as all I could feel was dead tree leaves around where I was seated.

I concentrated on my Zikir. I let the power of the Zikir to control my emotions, I let it enveloped me completely and gained control of my nervous heart. I immersed myself in it, drowned in its power, and surrender completely to Allah.

The black dog's eyes stared at me, growling and barking at me... I matched it with my Zikir. Barely blinking, I stared at its eyes, piercing them with my new found strength... I was not frightened any more..with every breath, I could feel I was growing fearless and ready for the final showdown...

But the dogs just stood there. They didn't dare to come up to me or come any closer. Their growling is getting less and less audible, until they become totally quiet. Not a bark come from their mouths. Only the sound of a howling dog in the distant could be heard. But thhose dogs inf ront me, were quiet. And not a long fter, one by one left and dissappeared into the darknesss of the night.

It was a relief...I could breath normally now...

I continued with my Zikir, my body was getting tired now...I was not sure on the time. The time moved slowly when you had no on what time it was. Only the movement of the moon become my clock. And my guess it was around 2.30 pm or so.


(to be continued)

Exorcism of a Resort

Work in Progress

Ola The Shaman

Ola the Shaman became my next mentor. He is a Timorese and he come from a family of Shaman. Ola was R's personal Shaman and guide. R told Ola my desire to be able to see the spirit world to Ola, and asked Ola to help me.

Ola was willing to help me to be able to see the spirit world. But he cautioned me, was I sure that I wanted to see the spirit world? As he was willing to summon ghosts so that I will be able to see what I have been longing to see.

Was my spirit strong enough to be able to withstand what might come he asked. I could die due to shock or heart attack he said. My friend R reassured Ola that I am fit and had a strong determination.

Ola again told R about one Chinese medicine man, who really wanted to see ghosts, followed Ola instruction to go the Tenom Cemetery alone but end up shouting and losing his mind when he saw a head with no body rolling on the grounds towards him and finally the bodiless head touched his knee while he was sitting down in the cemetery compound chanting and meditating.

Ola had a similar plan for me.

Was I scared? Was I ready to die? To tell the truth at first I was scared, but a Zikir Hu Allah which I learned from Dex The Shaman, gave me my internal strength. I was also preparing myself with all the jirus, should I require to fight with any entity of the spiritual realms. Mentally and physically I prepared myself.

But Ola requested a white male chicken as part of the ritual. I searched high and low for that chicken, but couldn't find one.

I asked my friend K to find the white chicken for me and she asked me what I intended to do. She told me it was a crazy idea and she told her Aunty and and her Uncle. Aunty was not pleased with the idea...and as for Uncle, I think he understood me ... as Aunty reported to K, every time Uncle saw a living a chicken...he said that was my chicken...

I asked my friend M to look for a white chicken. And she in return asked her mother to find one. Her mother managed to get a white chicken from the Sunday market and placed it in a basket in her home. Sadly M's nephew accidentally released the chiken, and the chicken escaped to the forest at the back of her house.....

Then R receive a call from Ola that he managed to get a white chicken from his neighbour. So I need not look any more for a white chicken.

When the day came. R and I went to Keningau.

Dex The Shaman

I befriended Dex The Shaman somewhere in early 2009 through K a friend of mine. She and I shared similar interest, and she had some relatives who could 'read' others. Many times I asked to be read...until one day she introduced to me Dex The Shaman. She said Dex was able to read our minds and he is a real Shaman. K said I should befriended Dex and asked him to teach me.

For many months I followed Dex around like doing exorcism to my house and to a resort in Labuan.

My psychic friend R and M are getting restless, as I always followed Dex around, going out with him and had drinks with him and K till late at nite. R asked me about what I learned from Dex. Apart from learning Zikir Allah Hu, learning the various types of spiritual entities like the origin of dragon, meaning of 'bertapa' and 'bertarak', the origin of stone and the fact that if we know the origin of something it will obey our commands, knowing the 12 names of the wind masters (one of them might had taught my great grand father, so that he could ride on winds. That's why his descendants can be found in Peninsular Malaysia, Sarawak, Sabah and Phillipine), nothing much I learned.

R was willing to help me getting my desire...to be able to see the spirit world, through his personal Shaman, Ola The Shaman.

After doing exorcism to a resort in Labuan, over the next few months I rarely met Dex, then my connection with Dex was reduced to only communicating over the phone. Once I used telephaty using Reiki to deliver my message to Dex, which I think he received it as the next day my friend K asked my to contact Dex, and over the phone talked about the subject I was asking through telephaty.

Then suddenly Dex disappeared...I learned that he went for bertapa again (meditation in the forests).

Ola The Shaman continued to fill his shoes.

Tarot Cards and Spirit Board

I have brought myself a deck of tarot card and a spririt board. My friends M and R with similar interests always joined me playing with the cards and the spirit boards. Sometimes we used the tarot cards to predict the future and spirit board to contact with the spirits.

My experience with spirit board is interesting. It always excited me when the planchette moved on the board. We have communicated with many spirits. Some were good but some were like vampires. They just sucked your energy dry, and after playing I got headache and nausea.

I have a video which M took while I and R were playing with the boards, and a spirit appeard in the window... I will post the video to youtube one day for everyone to see...

Nowadays I rarely use them anymore.

Reiki

I have taken the Reiki Level I and Level II class. So far I have been using Reiki primarily on myself. I have used Reiki on others especially on close friends. My experience with Reiki to heal others is mixed. Some successful, some doesn't show any improvement...maybe I should practice more and more so the energy wil bocome intense and more focus. One occasion I used Reiki to do send a message via telepathy to a bomoh (shaman) and it worked. The picture here is Se Hi Ki sysmbol which I learned in the Reiki Class.

A guy told me that, he could see the spirit world after Rieki attunement. This was my primary reason to take Reiki class. Maybe I could see too after Reiki attunement. My hope was high, I persuaded M to go to the class with me. But sadly I was not able to see the spirit world after Reiki attunement.

All the luck goes to my friend M. After Reiki attunement M was able to see the spirits. She said she could see transparent spirits at night. After the class she went home, and while driving she saw a man. At first she tought it was real human, a man wearing singlet and dark short pants walking by the roadside but she noticed that it appeared at every lamp post. When she looked closely then she noticed that it was transparent....and she realised it was a ghost...

Another friend of mine R has some sort of ability too. R has the ability to see too. Previously he had learned some from a paranormal in Indonesia and he been following his personal Shaman named Ola. It was R who told me that he saw a Princess from the spiritual world visited my house on the eve of Awal Muharram. It was R who sometimes stumbled upon a dark entity, near at a corner of my living room.

M and R are in my Paranormal group now. M and R are my eyes. During weekends we always find a haunted place to visit and to see what kind of spirits could be found. Sometimes we would meditate at those places from midnight till 3 am.

My friends can see the spirit world, and I just have to be satisfed with their stories of what kinds of spirits they see.