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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