Years ago I dragged two reluctant friends with me to a lonely, isolated village on the southern coast of Java because I had heard that Muslim mystics practiced in cliff-caves there and I wanted to see what that was about. On arrival to the village, a local woman cautioned us to not swim in the ocean because the sea goddess was recently angry which she could tell by watching the waves and observing the type of sea life thrown up on the beach. Later that night we had a ghost experience (see here). So our visit started out very interesting.
The next morning after the ghost sighting my friend Rick and I decided to climb the nearby cliffs to see what we could find. We set off on what we thought would not be a difficult climb but the rocks on the cliff face were very sharp and were cutting our shoes. Also, the cliff face was less stable than I imagined it would be. While scaling the face of one wall, a rock pulled out in my hand and I almost tumbled down the cliff on the sharp rocks. But, taking greater care, I decided to keep going. About ten minutes later I was facing a rather large boulder and trying to figure out a way around it. Suddenly, out of nowhere, I heard a deep voice say, “Death Rock”. I paused. I felt fear in my chest. No one was near me — I did not know where the voice came from even though I could have sworn it came from the boulder in front of me. My friend was off at a distance struggling with his climb. I called to him, “Rick, I think we should give this up.” He agreed and we climbed sideways a while until we found a safe way down. I told him my auditory hallucination before we descended and he chuckled a little but after the incident with the ghost the night prior, his snicker wasn’t too condemning.
An hour later we arrived back at the beach from where we began our climb. Our other friend was waiting there for us and had a small crowd waiting with her. She ran up to us with a tearful face and gave us both a hug saying, “My God, I was so worried. A half an hour ago they pulled the a body off cliffs of a climber that fell. I thought it might have been one of you guys.”
Questions for Readers:
- Are any of you like me in that though you don’t believe in spirits, spooks, gods, demons or disembodied Bodhisattvas … nonetheless you have had weird things happen to you that certainly seem supernatural but you can’t even speculation on how to satisfactorily explain them?
- What do you think causes some people to have experiences like mine while other people never have this sort of experience? Is it due to a person’s inborn temperament, their poor thinking or pathology or perhaps because there really is a spirit realm?