“Now that you were granted the title of wind whisperers, it is time for you to learn and start cultivating.” Grandpa Mudan then explain to Dilan the method of cultivation. The small child, although only 5 years old seems to have the aptitude of a 10 years old kid. His demeanour were unlike other 5 years old. He could listen attentively, diligently learning the knowledge of witnessing.
“The foundation of witnessing is to believe firmly in the Almighty. Ask only Him for everything, never to rely on other creature for anything. I’ll guide you through the awakening.”
“Try to find the knowledge of wind you got just now. The knowledge originated from the ocean of knowledge. The knowledge of witnessing is boundless ocean of truth. Dilan, do you know where we place the knowledge we get from the ocean of knowledge?” This time, grandpa Mudan ask Dilan. He wants Dilan to think.
“In our mind of course.” Dilan answers confidently.
“Wrong! Our mind is limited. We only could use it to think and differentiate between good and bad, true or false, what to do and what not to do. Our mind does not have the capacity to hold the boundless information. If our mind is full with the boundless information, we could go insane just from the tiny bit of knowledge. One could never work, move or do anything anymore because they would get immersed in thinking.”
Grandpa Mudan answers sternly. It is not because he is angry at Dilan, but he did it purposely to suppress the demon whispers inside Dilan. Only with a stern voice would the demon be unable to whisper anymore. For he fears nothing other than a witness that could witness him. Demons were originally invisible. But under certain circumstances, when a human got approval to use their inner eyes, they could see the demon that resides within each person.
“I’m sorry grandpa, I don’t know where the knowledge stored.” Dilan confess his lack of understanding. It is a good sign, confessing your weakness is not a weakness but a sign of humbleness. A little tiny bit of arrogance could destroy a human cultivation. No matter who, a witness or not. Once one think they were better than others then one had walk on the path of astray along with the demons. But of course, it is not irreversible. As long as one still breathing, there’s still a chance to improve oneself. The continuous fight with the demon within would only stop when death came.
“The knowledge that we succeed to get from the ocean of knowledge is stored in our heart. Our heart is like a container. A small container could only hold small amount of water, a bigger container could hold more. There are two different practice you need to do diligently. One is to expand your heart. To train it to be bigger and stronger. A weak heart cannot hold the knowledge firmly, it would be like a balloon filled with water. It could burst at any moment. A strong heart is like it’s made of diamond, it cannot be hurt easily, and it cannot change easily either.” Grandpa Mudan paused for a while, looking at Dilan who focused listening to him.
“The other is to increase your understanding of the knowledge, to get as much knowledge as you could. The knowledge you get in this world or living realm would be priceless in the afterlife realm. Remember, to be a witness is not only to save yourself, but to save as many other as possible. We were the witness of humanity, we were given special prowess unlike any other human. It is not to be used for oneself but to help other humans as well. This is the love of the Almighty towards humans.” Grandpa Mudan then stop. He stood up and goes to Dilan back and sit cross-legged.
He place both his palm at Dilan’s back and he started to take a long breath inhale and exhale. “Dilan, grandpa will guide you through your awakening, if you succeed you shall be able to access your heart. The first veil will be lifted, you don’t need to think of anything, just repeat the vow of witness again and again until you could sense the knowledge of wind you got before in your heart. Once you could find the knowledge and call it forth, it means you had succeed to access your heart.”
“Now relax and free your mind, whatever idea, feelings, or images came across you just ignore them, don’t listen to them and firmly believes is the Almighty. We shall start now”
Grandpa Mudan start to guide Dilan upon the awakening. Surges of unseen light enters into Dilan from the surrounding. If a normal human saw them, they could not see anything else other than their weird siting position. Not to mention both of them closed their eyes as if sleeping. No wonder why the witness were considered crazy to others. Normal human just couldn’t understand what they have been doing.
Dilan started to trembles. Oceans of images played through his mind, some were the memories he had, and some were of unknown origins. He could hear lots of different voices talking in his head. Trying to distract his attention and prevent him from searching for his heart. In his mind, he was floating in the middle of darkness, he was surrounded by countless images. Suddenly one of the images got close and he was sucked inside the image. It was his own village. “Am I dreaming? Just now I was with Grandpa in the forest, how could I be here?” He saw his friend Louda playing cop and thieves and he got the sudden urge to join them as well.
He ran over and say “can I play as well?” all the children stop playing and look at him, their face clearly showing they hate Dilan. “My mom forbids me to go near you, you were that old freak’s grandson. We don’t want to play with you. Go home!” a child age 10 years old shouts to him. Dilan shows a dejected face, he felt sad. But more than that, he felt angry over the insults.
“Dilan, you can play we us. But you must say that you don’t believe demons exists. You must say that you were the same as us” Louda slowly walks over to Dilan and stop in front of him. Louda were his only friend. They had done many things together before. He can’t believe his own friend now sides with the others as well.
Yesterday he had told a story to Louda, the story about demons and humans. “Is it true?” Louda ask him. “Of course it’s true. My grandpa would never tell lies.” Dilan clearly remember the scene where he told Louda about them. “If they exists, why can’t we see them? Who could tell they were real or not? I think you grandfather were just making things up” When Dilan heard Louda accuse his grandpa as liars he couldn’t stand it and slap Louda in the face and yell “demon exists! It lives in your heart!” he soon ran back home leaving Louda crying alone in the forest edge.
Now Dilan were isolated, no one would want to be friends with him. He stood there thinking. “No, I have vowed as a witness. Just now grandfather were guiding me through awakening. How did I ended up here?” while he stood the unmoving the other children came close one by one surrounding him in the middle. Now he don’t have any chance to leave the place. Their faces clearly shows malicious intent.
“Hey freak. Looking at your face disgust me, you look like a girl. Friends, why don’t we check either he had a ‘bird’ or not? He might be a girl disguising as boy.” A boy age 13 shouts to the others. “Yeah, I agree we check it. If she’s a girl brother Long could teach her to be a woman” Another 13-year-old says his opinion. “Let’s drag him to the forest first, we don’t want the elders to find out” two of the big boys grabs his arms and Brother Long grabs both his ankles. “Other kids just stay out of our way, we will punish whoever dares to call an elder. Let us handle this freak kid!” Brother Long warns the other children.
No matter how hard Dilan struggles he was just still a 5 years old kid. How could he match with three juvenile boys? “Nooo… let me go, let me go you big bully. Don’t hurt me” Dilan started to cry as he feels unable to do to anything. He kept begging but they just won’t listen. They enter the forest, far enough from the village. In this place, no matter how hard he shouts, no one could hear him. As for the other children of course they won’t tell the elders about the matter. A freak kid like Dilan won’t get any attention from the elders in the village.
The one called brother Long then forcibly pull of his pants. Revealing his lower bodies. To the three juvenile boys. “So he is a boy, how could you get a face that looked like a girl?” brother Long stares into Dilan’s face. With a pondering look that shows he’s still interested over Dilan. “Well, a boy or not, you still have a ‘ho**’. With face like yours I could just pretend you’re a girl anyway. Hahahahaha” Dilan’s heart shrunk with fear. His eyes looked at the raging bulging under brother Long pants. ‘No, that thing can’t get inside me!’