Saturday, April 21, 2018

Honey Of Tualang Tree (II)

I met Pak Wan in the coffee stall again. He was busy selling some newly collected wild honey. Pak Wan's honey was in high demand although the price of one bottle of wild tualang tree honey could fetch up to more than MYR120 per bottle.

I was not in a hurry as my trip was meant for visiting an orchid collector, Pak Mat and I was a little early for my appointment.

Pak Wan's wild honey sold like hot cakes and in a jiffy all of his stock was gone. At this point, he saw me sitting in a corner. Without opening my mouth, Pak Wan came to me and sat on a stool opposite to me. I knowingly ordered a cup of hot black coffee before Pak Wan start telling his story...

After taking a sip of coffee and cleared his throat, Pak Wan start talking...

"You know, youngsters nowadays don't know the etiquette of wild honey collection. They just barged into wild jungle and treat it as their house. No wonder so many mishaps happened to them.

One of my sons, Jeff didn't believe in supernatural stuffs even after his old man repeatedly advised him until one night.

It was a wet night after a heavy downpour. Jeff and Ali, a veteran honey collector again entered into a jungle to seek for beehive laden tualang tree.

After walking for an hour or so traversing wet tropical jungle, they came to a tall tualang tree and Jeff who is younger supposed to climb up the tree to collect honey while Ali observed from below.

Somehow the young man was a little lazy and felt drowsy. So, Ali suggested that Jeff waited on the ground to fetch the honey he passed down from the tualang tree branches. After an agreement has made, Ali started to climb up the tree while Jeff waited below.

Not long after Ali was up, Jeff dozed off and he had a strange dream where he was chased by a fire ball. He suddenly awoke by Ali's shout because Ali wanted Jeff to fetch the bucket of honey he has lowered.

After a few buckets full of wild honey were collected, Ali decided to come down to take a rest. Before Ali and Jeff rested, they covered up their precious wild honey stock to prevent them being eaten by sunbear or being stolen by other honey collectors.

Again, Ali asked Jeff to take the first night watch as he was awfully tired and in need for a quick nap. There was no reason for Jeff to argue as he was free all the while.

As the snoozing noise of Ali came from the tent, Jeff squatted by the buckets and at times, he too took some shut eyes. What could have gone wrong Jeff thought? 

Just as before Jeff's mind could wander off, he heard as if grunting sound of people drinking water came from the honey buckets. Instinctively, Jeff thought it was some animal stealing their honey. So he stood up and approached the honey buckets with a torchlight.

To his horror, in one of the almost emptied bucket, Jeff saw a glowing head sucking honey with a slimy long tongue. The originally face downed head suddenly took an about turn to face Jeff.

In extreme fear, Jeff yelled out from the bottom of his lungs and fainted. Ali heard Jeff's agonizing yell for life and he rushed out to investigate. There Ali saw Jeff lying unconscious with almost all of the honey gone. 

After reviving Jeff, Jeff told Ali that it was the working of a mysterious 'flying head' but until today, Ali still thought it was the working of some animals...

Later, Jeff recalled that the 'flying head' looked somehow similar to the orb he saw in his dreams.

Well, Liew, do you believe in the story?"

"Anything is possible, Pak Wan." I nodded and pre-ordered one bottle of wild honey.

Honey Of Tualang Tree (1)

A tall tualang tree with bee hives.

Tualang tree is believed to be haunted and this tall tree somehow attracts bees to make hives. Since the value of natural honey is much prized compared to logs, tualang trees are normally spared from being chopped down for timbers.

It is not easy to become tualang tree honey collectors as the inspired persons not only need to be able to climb tall tualang trees but also to venture into jungles at night because the best time to collect honey is definitely after dark for safety reasons. However, one can avoid being stung by angry bees during the day; he has to face disturbances from the spiritual realm at night on the other hand.

I know Pak Wan who used to collect tualang honey when he was young. When I meet him in local coffee shops, I like to ask him to jog his mind about his weird encounter with the supernatural world in the jungle at night while collecting honey.

Pak Wan has a few stories, here is the first...

One night, Pak Wan had collected a few buckets of tualang honey with his friends and just as they were on their way out of the jungle; Pak Wan suddenly remembered that he has left a bucket of honey behind the tualang tree. So, he told his friend to wait for him while he hurried back to the tree to fetch the bucket.

Trusting his friend, Pak Wan went back to the tree and by the time he got his bucket full of honey; Pak Wan failed to find his friend, Ali when he returned to the place where he left his companion.

Since it was dark and Pak Wan's torchlight went out of power, he has no way but to spend a night in the jungle and to struggle his way back home in the morning.

Feeling somehow betrayed by Ali, Pak Wan planned to reason with Ali once he returned home...

To his surprised, as soon as Pak Wan stepped into the house, his wife yelled at Pak Wan asking where did he go after going out early in the morning for prayer in the mosque. 

The nagging of Pak Wan's wife, Minah has got on to Pak Wan's nerve. So he answered indignantly: "What did you mean? I just returned from the jungle at this instant!?"

Minah again rose her voice: "Don't give excuses! Last night you returned with Ali after collecting tualang honey... I asked you to take a bath before sleeping but you just kept silent. And this morning you went out early without cleaning yourself..."

Pak Wan felt baffled and speechless. So he gave Minah a perfunctory smile and went into the house as he didn't want to start an argument without knowing the facts. He decided to seek Ali out to listen to what Ali has to say.

Later in the day, Pak Wan met Ali in the usual coffee stall by the road junction outside of the village. 

Before Pak Wan could open his mouth, Ali yelled at him: "Hey, Pak Wan! Are you feeling alright? You were very quiet after fetching your returned from fetching your bucket... I tried to speak to you but you kept silent. And I didn't see you in the mosque this morning... So, how are you now?"

Now, Pak Wan is confused. Since his wife and his friend sworn to have seen him returned to his house... The question remains: who is the person who returned from the jungle that night while Pak Wan was trapped in the jungle?

I have no answers, so I just took a sip of coffee and waited for Pak Wan to figure out the logic...

Thursday, March 15, 2018

Hairy Creature In Bandung Hotel

This incident happened to us in Bandung, a city in West Java. Bandung is about 3 hours car ride from Jakarta and it is a hot spring tourist spot. We asked Alice's uncle from Jakarta to book a hotel room so that we can spend a day or two there. Luckily we did not stay... or big problems!

It was around 4 p.m. when my friend Alice and I arrived at a hot spring hotel located at the outskirt of the city. It was said that this hotel would be fully packed during holidays, so you can imagine that the rooms were in great demand and charges would not be cheap. However, not many people would visit the place during normal time as it is somehow isolated from civilization.

Luckily or otherwise, when we arrived at the place, there was no tourists around perhaps it was a Wednesday and a working day.

After the taxi driver dropped us off and double confirmed of the time we were to check out, he sped off. I started to become worry because the surrounding was a little too quiet until so much so that I could even hear my own breathing sound. Further the place looked desolate. 

Since the hotel reception was quite a distance away, Alice and I had to carry our luggage to the reception. Just a few steps we started to walk, Alice tripped off and fell. She broke her knees and I suddenly felt someone or something was staring at us. My only intention was to get Alice some first aid and leave. Well, with Alice's broken knees we couldn't hike too far away as well.

So, I managed to seek the receptionist's help to cancel our room booking and called up the taxi driver who was exiting the hotel compound. Suddenly I felt the need to visit the toilet. Alice wanted to use the toilet too. So we went together while the taxi driver waited outside.

Now the exciting part...

As we were exiting from the toilet, I caught a glimpse of a big black hairy creature lingered in the right upper corner of the ceiling.Feeling curious, I fixed my gaze at the creature, it slowly floated towards the left corner of the ceiling.It is kind of difficult to describe it... it looks somehow like a giant stingray or a tent like sort of a creature.

Though somehow trained in magic rituals, I felt panicked as I did not have anyhing protective amulets with me. So I could only urge Alice to be hastened but she just limping slowly.
As soon as we were out from the hotel, heavy rain started to fall. My only thought then was to leave the place ASAP.

Upon returning to Jakarta, Alice suddenly suffered high fever until she was admitted to the intensive care unit. Then the next day when I visited Alice in the hospital, my left thumb was crashed by the closing taxi door...

As if that was not enough, I too suffer from fever and bedridden for a few days.

Finally, Alice's uncle told me that the hotel we visited was known to be haunted at night. He has not heard of any haunting cases during day time. Perhaps both of us were having bad luck.

After I have returned to Malaysia, Alice called me and said that she too 'saw' the creature but she has choosen to keep silent in fear of the worse.

Later my Indonesian friend said that the creature I saw maybe some sort of guardian spirits kept by local folks that has run loose. Perhaps he is right and I have no intention to return to find out.

Wednesday, March 14, 2018

The Mysterious Mount Salak

Many people believe Mount Salak located in West Java is a mysterious place still. I had a chance to hear some of the happenings happened to my friends when I visited Bogor recently.

Before I continue with the tales,it is good to have an overview of this volcanic mountain. Mount Salak comprises of a few peaks labelled as Salak Peak 1 and Salak Peak 2. Both peaks are above 2000m above sea level (ASL) except the Sumbul peak which is around 1900m.

An interesting or else funny story told by my mountain hiker friend, Abu. His somehow bizarre story was that when he and his fellow hikers fell asleep at night after a day's expedition at around 1800m ASL.

In the dream, Abu dreamed of a very pretty lady came to him from a house located at the mountain peak. The mysterious pretty lady invited Abu to go to her house to have a cup of tea. Without too much hesitation, Abu agreed and follow the pretty lady to her house.

There, Abu saw there were many pretty ladies in the house smiling and greeted Abu. After a sumptuous meal, the pretty ladies started to dance around Abu and seduce him to take his clothing off. As expected, after rounds of horrific seduction attack, Abu ejaculated and only to find himself had a wet dream.

When Abu told his companions about his wet dream last night. Other folks also said that they too had the same erotic dream!

Later, the group learnt that the place where they camped for the night was not so far from the site of airplane disaster some time ago.Were those restless souls of air disaster victims? No one has any answers.

Another mountain hiker, Ali also claimed that he once broken the taboo of the mountain causing he just walked in circles after he felt it was time for home.Before the hike, Ali was warned by local folks of not to pluck any wild orchids as orchids are the mountain spirit's pet.

Perhaps realizing his mistake, Ali threw away the orchids and prayed. As soon as Ali finished praying, suddenly the road in front of him cleared and he was able to go home.

In another Mount Salak hike, Ali claimed to have come across an old grandma with very thin clothing. Ali offered to send the grandma home worrying of her safety as it was approaching evening. But the grandny declined and said that she would rather stay in the mountain. 

According to the granny,the deeper the night, the more food she would be able to get. As recalled by Ali, the old grandma has spoken in ancient Javanese language with a very low and thick accent. After that the strange grandma bid Ali farewell and advised Ali to descend to the mountain base as soon as possible or bad things might befallen upon him.

Strangely too, the usually stubborn Ali somehow complied and he turn his back and went down the mountain.On the way down, Ali heard very loud tiger roar at his back. Though feeling strange, his instinct told Ali to run for his life. 

As soon as Ali reached the mountain foot, landslide happened behind Ali missing him by a close distance! Until today, Ali believes the odd grandma was a tiger spirit which has spared Ali's life due to his help offer.

Those were the strange tales from Mount Salak I could recall for now. Believe it or not?

Sunday, January 7, 2018

My Pal Who Sees Ghosts (阴阳眼友)

I have a friend whom I vowed not to go out with her as she claimed herself as having the ability to see ghosts. Nothing wrong you say? Then, follow up with me please...

One evening, the lady and I went to an acquaintance's wedding dinner and the restaurant parking lot was practically full. So, after encircling my car for a few rounds, I finally slot my car in a secluded area as it was then approaching dinner time...

After the dinner, we walked around to search my car. Frankly speaking, I have a very poor memory and after walking for a while in circle; I just couldn't find the place where I have parked my automobile. Then...

The lady suddenly pointed her finger to a lamp post and said confidently: "I am sure your car is somewhere behind the lamp post!"

Though feeling surprised, we proceeded to the corner where the lady has pointed out. And, indeed. My car was there!

After we went into the car, I started the engine and just as I drove; I asked the lady: "Just out of curiosity, how did you managed to find my car in the dark?"

The lady said in slumber:  "Well, I saw this female ghost stood by the lamp post. And after the dinner, the ghost was still there!"

Stunned but I regretted after I opened my big mouth: "Oh, where is the ghost now?"

"Ah, the ghost is now at the backseat. She wanted a ride!"

Me: "..."

I was certain the weirdest and longest journey back home of my life...

Of course, the above was not the worse experience.

In another occasion, as I was sending the lady home; she suddenly yelled at me while my car was speeding: "STOP!!"

I immediately slammed on my brake and the car toke a big S-sway and halted. Luckily, the road was practically empty at that moment.

When I regained my senses, I asked her: "What's the matter?"

"Oh, you should let the OLD LADY pass first!"

What 'old lady'? The road in front of us was practically empty!!

Perhaps for my own safety and as I was still able to stay sober; I tried not to deal with the lady alone...

Friday, January 5, 2018

Feng Shui & Parents (风水与父母)

People like to make a big fuss about Feng Shui. But I can sum up Feng Shui with two words: 'father-mother' (父母). Basically, Feng Shui is established based on 'filial piety' (孝道): When the parents are alive, they should stay comfortably. When the deceased, the parents should be buried in a place of comfort.

Extending such a concept then we can deduce that if our parents stays comfortably, then the offspring will prosper.

1: Middle son
2: Mother
3. Elder son
4: Eldest daughter
5. Parents
6. Father
7: Youngest daughter
8: Youngest son
9: Middle daughter

So said, referring to the above diagram, the whereabouts of our parents will definitely affect the well beings of the offspring.

Again, if the 5 is upset, then everyone suffers.

If you have been neglecting your parents, then it is time to return and take a look at the old folks' condition. You will then realize that your misery maybe the result of your negligence towards your old folks...

As you can see... Feng Shui is as simple as ABC!

Repetitive Deaths (重丧)

I was asked to comment on the phenomenon of 'repetitive deaths' (重丧) as a friend of mine whose mother had passed away a few months back and followed by his brother also died recently.

Interestingly speaking, I started to inquire some of my friends and it turned out that they too have face similar unfortunate incidents too....

First, my dad died within 6 months of my grandma's death.

Another friend's father passed away followed by his grandmother also within six months period.

It is very difficult to have a detailed study as most of the information is not sufficient. But what is clear is that the ones died were quite close to each other such as mother-son relationship.

Throughout my life as Feng Shui auditor, I have found out the repetitive deaths cases are probably related to grave and house Feng Shui.

For example: My pal's healthy father suddenly passed away and his grandma also died soon after that. Then his uncle became very ill. 

The family employed a Feng Shui master and the master suggested that the family's ancestral grave to be exhumed and the remains cremated.  The friend's uncle subsequently recovered.

In another case. A lady's husband suddenly suffered cancer and died within 1 year. Then her brother-in-law also passed away a few months later and then the lady's son died in a freak accident. So within a period of 2 years, all of the male members in her family died one after another. 

An audit was carried out on the lady's ancestral grave and found that a huge tree on the left corner of her grandpa's grave was being chopped down by the grave caretaker. 

The lady was subsequently advised to have her grandpa's grave exhumed for good.

Personally, I would advise caution when ancestral grave is to be exhumed as a small mistake may cause unrecoverable damage.

Another friend's father and uncle fell ill suddenly following his grandma's death. A Feng Shui master suggested that the grandparent's graves were to be exhumed and remains cremated.

The friend complied to the instructions and a few months later, his father succumbed to illness but his uncle survived.

When this case was brought to my attention, I found out that the Feng Shui master didn't perform a 'time selection' (择日) and the time of grave digging was in conflict with '3-kills' (三煞); the tomb facing was coincided with the old man's zodiac sign.

So, I never like to tough others' ancestral graves unless necessary..

Personally, I would attribute the phenomenon of 'repetitive deaths' to house or grave Feng Shui. Once the problems were resolved, then the unfortunate repeating deaths would automatically ceased as fast as within a month.