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JRO BALIAN SIDHI MANTRA

The sun was felt to the west when the lady entered the graveyard. She looked around, felt a sudden anxiety that hidden eyes watched her. It was cold afternoon when the kepah and rangdu tree made a sorrow shadow and owl singing the night song.

“Kuuk….kuuk… kuuk…”

Kajeng kliwon night was not made her fear to walk between the headstone and undulated ground. She looked more carefully now and in the late afternoon sunlight caught part of a weathered inscription. Slowly she sat on the ground under sanggah cucuk. The smell of the smoke from incense covered around graveyard. Slowly she whispered mantra, and her body were changed..

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Kampung rangdu was a traditional village on the hillside of mount Batur. The area is on the side of Batur Lake. Most of rangdu people were farmer. There were many vegetable growths in Kampung Rangdu. The atmosphere in kampung Rangdu is quiet and friendly. The people seem very poor, the streets and houses are small and colorful. There had no hospital or medical staff in this place. It made the balian, or a traditional medicine man had a special jobs and important role in this place.

One day, when the full moon went over the sky, when the jackal yowled in the side of mount batur. Kampung Rangdu atmosphere turned to be dreadful. The rainbow moved fast, wind screamed on the rangdu trees.

It called soma pemacekan agung day, the day of evil. Kampung Rangdu becomes sorrow. The jackal walked around the village. The body was black, with white spot. The eyes was red, with long fang on it mouth. Jackal yowled, with face looked to the sky. It was not a common jackal.

Every night the jackal walked around the village. And start from that, all of Rangdu people became ill. The jackal brought disease in Kampung Rangdu.

The diseases was rampant everywhere, everyday. All of rangdu people became suffered. Death was a common view there.

All kinds of caru were made to drive out the disease. Caru panca sata, guru piduka, but all of it were useless. The terror was never ending. All of rangdu people were hopeless. They did not know what to do.

Men bekung, also became the victim. She tried to find the balian. Her son was ill. And she came to the Jro Balian’ house.

“Jro balian, please help me. My son is sick. I don know, what wrong with my son…”

She cried with her son in her back. The son was five years old, with a black skin and thin body. His face looked pale. His body likes a corps, silent and motionless.

Jro balian wisely smile, and slowly sat down at sekepat.

“Don’t worry Men Bekung. Now, can I see your son’s stomach?”

Jro Balian looked at son’s stomach. Slowly touched him body, and whispered a mantra at his ear. Magically, the son woke up and he looked fine like nothing happened something wrong before. Men bekung smiled, she looked happy with this miracle. Her son was fine without any lack.

“It was a supernatural pale. If you late to bring your son to me, you will lost your son. Now, you can back home. Don’t worry, your son now saved”

“Thank you Jro Balian” said men Bekung happily.

After that time, Jro Balian Sidhi became a famous balian in the Kampung Rangdu. Many people could be fine with her mantra, without any media, just only her mantra. Her ability to curing people was amazing. Every day her house was crowded by people who need her help. Of course, it was not free for getting her medicine. They must pay some money for it. But, strangely the disease in Kampung rangdu was never ending, although Jro balian sidhi mantra was curring the people of Kampung Rangdu. Strangely, they could be fine only for several days. In three or four day, the disease was back again. No body could curing this illness, accepts Jro Balian Sidhi Mantra. It made Jro Balian Sidhi Mantra became richer.

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The sun was felt to the west when Jro Balian Sidhi Mantra entered the graveyard. She looked around, felt a sudden anxiety that hidden eyes watched her. It was cold afternoon when the kepah and rangdu tree made a sorrow shadow and owl singing the night song.

“Kuuk….kuuk… kuuk…”

Kajeng kliwon night was not made her fear to walk between the headstone and undulated ground. She looked more carefully now and in the late afternoon sunlight caught part of a weathered inscription. Slowly she sat on the ground under sanggah cucuk. The smell of the smoke from incense covered around graveyard. Slowly she whispered mantra, and her body was changed. Become a jackal. Which it eyes was red, with long fang on it mouth.

Jackal yowled, with face looked to the sky.

It was not a common jackal.

**The End**

* Author’s note

Kepah : name of tree, commonly grow in the graveyard

Rangdu : name of tree

Kajeng kliwon : name of day in Bali

Sanggah cucuk : ceremony equipment in Bali

Balian : traditional medicine man

Men : lady or miss

Sekepat : a small traditional building in Bali

MY CYCLE BRINGS ME TO THE BLUE BEACH

I make the final preparation on my black cycle. All of the gears are already wet by the oil. The black tall cycle’s body also looks clean with out any dust. I wipe the brown saddle with a smooth yellow towel, to make it more perfect and make my more confidence to ride it. I am now ready to ride my cycle

Slowly I ride my cycle in the quiet street. I put my headset on my ears, and turn on my mp3 player. The Steven and the coconut trees’ song buzzing smoothly in my ears, give me the power to ride my cycle to the beach. Warm from the afternoon sun is not too stinging my skin. The winds add my spirit to ride my cycle faster and faster, bring me to the beach.

The sun shines friendly with the red gold light in the west. I look the ocean with the smile in my lips. The waves from the shore crash one another, give a fun melody in my heart. The little rainbow rise when the waves crash and spray in the stone, make the situation more amazing. The glitter sand is wet covered with foam and bubble from the waves. I can taste the salt in the air. It gives the peaceful fill in my heart. I think, it is the most perfect thing that I see in my life.

I feel unsatisfied if only look it from my cycle saddle. I put my cycle under the big shady coconut tree. I sit down in the wet glitter sand and let the waves tickling my foot. The warm waves foam relaxing my tired along my adventure with my cycle. My power back again when the fresh sea wind caress my sweaty body.

I take a little stone beside me, and throw it to the water as far as I can. Stone jump into water and left little ripples in the waves. To my surprise, I look out and see smooth gray hump wit a dorsal fin surface about one-half meters in the crest of waves. It is a dolphin! I find the other dolphin and join the first dolphin. They are swimming in front of me, playing in the surf like dancing a swings dance. It’s a wonderful experience!

About an hour, the sky moves to dark. The dolphins are gone. The sun starts to fall down to the blue ocean. I feel the waves more calm than before. The white birds soar in the sky, move down into the water, and fly again with the little fish in his claw. I stand up with a smile, and said for my self, it is time to go home. I ride my cycle back home and promise to back again in the other time.