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Populariti Wali 9 sering dihebohkan diblog,akhbar,buku2 bahkan di layar perak.Namun kurang orang mengetahui tentang kehebatan dan peranan wali 7 Bugis dalam misi dakwah mereka.Disini saya muatkan serba sedikit mengenai Wali 7 itu.

1)Syekh Yusuf (Toanta Salamaka), 2) Petta Lasinrang (Petta Lolo), 3). Arung Palakka (Petta to malampe’e gemmena), 4) KH. Harun, 5) Pettabarang, 6) Imam Lapeo, 7) Dt. Sangkala

Syekh Yusuf (Toanta Salamaka) Seorang Penyebar agama islam dari Tanah Mekkah sampai Banten, Petta Lasinrang Seorang Raja dari Tanah Pinrang yang arif nan bijaksanadan gencar menyebarkan agama islam. yang terpenting Beliau Pemberani, Arung Palakka. KH. Harun : Beliau berasal dari Kerajaan Tallo, Petta Barang atau Petta To Risappae konon beliau mallajang diatas kudanya dan penunggu kudanya hingga sekarang masih ada. beliau adalah keturunan raja Barru yang kuat akan agama, Imam Lapeo : seorang imam di Desa Lapeo yang sederhana dan menyebarkan agama Islam sampai ketanah Bugis. sering memperlihatkan mukjisat dari Sang Kuasa, Dt. Sangkala :Hingga saat ini belum ada info detail tentangnya. Merekalah ke tujuh wali yang diyakini oleh Masyarakat di Tanah Bugis .

Selain itu terdapat beberapa wali lagi yang di yakini oleh masyarakat Indonesia yakni Wali songo, dan Wali Pitu yang berada di Bali yakni 1) Mas Sepuh Raden Raden Amangkuningrat di Kabupaten Badung), 2)Chabib Umar Bin Maulana Yusuf Al Magribi di Tabanan, 3) Chabib Ali Bin abu Bakar Bin Umar Bin Abu Bakar Al Khamid di Klungkung, 4) Chabib Ali Zaebal Abidin Al Idrus di Karangasem, 5) Syech Maulana Yusuf Al Baghdi Al Magribi di Karangasem, 6) The Kwan Lie di Buleleng, dan 7) Chabib Ali Bin Umar Bin Abu Bakar Bafaqih di Jembrana. Seorang Raja Bone yang bisa membebaskan Masyarakat Bone dari penindasan kerajaan Gowa dan beliau di Juluki Sang Pembebas dengan gelar Pahlawan Kemanusiaan.

Mungkin menjadi pertanyaan, bahwa apakah masyarakat Tana Bugis telah memahaminya ? kalaupun belum, mungkin di sebabkan karena kurangnya publikasi akan wali pitue selama ini ataukan memang mereka baru tahu kalau memang kebudayaan kita juga memiliki Wali Pitue ?

(Sumber : http://portalbugis.wordpress.com)

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Kayu Sulastri


Kayu Sulastri juga ada yang menyebutnya slastri, sletri, sulastri, bintangur bunut (Calophyllum soulatri Burm)

Kayu Sulastri disebut “Kayu Kebahagiaan”. Kayu ini memiliki sifat meredam dan mendinginkan suasana. Khasiat dari kayu ini untuk :

Keharmoniaan rumah tangga
Kebahagiaan lahir-batin
Kedamaian
Untuk menimbulkan medan aman ditempat pertemuan, kayu sulastri sering dibuat didalam bentuk aksesori yang pakaikan.

Kayu Sangga Waja


Kayu Sangga Waja termasuk kayu yang agak terkenal di Indonesia dan mempunyai  khasiat seperti kayu stigi, kayu stigi dikenali sebagai pemberat sehinggakan tidak digalakkan diguna waktu bergaduh kerana boleh mengakibatkan pihak lawan cedera parah.. Khasiat lain dari kayu ini adalah  untuk :

Melancarkan rezeki
Menolak sihir,
Baik untuk kesihatan tubuh badan
Ketentraman batin
Keteguhan hati
Kayu Sangga Waja juga hampir sama dengan Sangga Langit. Kayu Sangga Waja mempunya sifat mententeramkan.


THE MORTAL    :

What of the mind ? Does it not also cease ?

THE SOUL         :

Patience.the mind has turned within itself it holds no further traffic with the

World of outer being but alive alone,feeding on  its rich store of images and

thoughts,as even you would know if you had studied in that hall of learning

that you men call dreams.enter that hall and study now if you wouldlearn the

deathlessness of life.

THE MORTAL   :

You mean that after death the mind is wrapped in dreams ? What are those dreams ?

THE SOUL        :

What are all dreams ?The tissue of desire a web which your desires weave

from the fibre of your outer life.your acts in life were motivated by desire,as

your desires have been so shall be now your dreams here are those hells,with

flames of lust and hatred of which your sacred books tolds tales to frighten

children,true tales,if rightly understood there,too are heaven of peace and

pleasure.But all are transcent passing like shadows as the stored up energy

which called them forth discharges and grow calm.

THE MORTAL   :

And then ?

THE SOUL        :

Ease after toil,port after stormy seas.deeper and deeper sink the life within

the zone of dreams is passed and the boat of the soul enter on a great calm.

It was yourself in life who made those dreams yes, you who made your

heavens and your hells.How long they lasted and of what  sort they were

was all deceded by the course you steered in life.Once you have

entered the night that is below the world horizon your  course is set,

the dreams can but unroll.Yet long or short happy or  sorrowful they too

like all things finite  have their end and all in peace.

THE MORTAL   :

The peace of utter oblivion ?

THE SOUL        :

Oblivion of the force of desire,before that peace is entered the body of desires

Will die as dies the outer form that is your body now ; and even the desire itself will sleep as sleeps the life hidden in winter seeds,to wake again in season.therefore it is that he whose life on earth has been given over entirely to desires can know but little of the nature of the peace , but sleeps in blissful ,dark unconsciousness , like dreamless slumber after storm tossed dreams,the who on earth has raised his head above the turbid water , of desires and sought the vision here of truth and beauty will find no dark unconscious cloud sleep , but a bright light in which shines forth all he but glimpsed before, on earth the broken arcs;in heaven the perfect round ! All men thus come to me, as all man nightly come in dreamless sleep.But though I shelter all within my being, only those who, awake have seen my face, can know me consciously during the night whether of sleep or death.But to all who enter my being is given one flash of light in which, like pictures of the past,unralling  beforethe mental eye of him who drowns , there comes a vision of  the endless thread of life weaving its pattern on the loom of day and night.all those past days , that flowing stream of  lives endlessly stretching to the very rim of time , shine for a moment as this latest day is added to their number.in their light the mind sees something of the purpose of the whole ,and thus of me who am the life in alt.then the veil falls once more;mid night is passed;after the ebb,the flow begins a new.the stream of life,reenergized by contact with its source ,flow,forth once more to seek the light of day.

THE MORTAL   :    

Than we are born again ?

THE SOUL        :

Rebirth there is ,but whether he who is reborn in you is for your self to judge.

the stream of life is one, ebbing and flowing ,weaving through many lives ,with

other  streams ,the patterns of the whole.that stream which was yourself ,which if you like is still yourself,flow , forth ,entering the zone of dreams.In that zone desires a body of desires that is the heir of those it left behind before it entered peace.this is what you call fate.Guided by those desires it seek and find a human pair who can provide it with a mortal body fitted for its needs , needs judged by me ,acting as you would say ,instinctively within the stream. thus the life mingles with the two parental  streams , enter their hearts and the new forming body of a child and so is born to see another day ,with an inheritance of countless , lives ,but with a new body ,memory a brain.

THE MORTAL   :

So memory is lost ? I feared as much.

THE SOUL        :

Memory remain in me alone, the memory of lives too numerous to count.that memory Is yours ,if during life,you learn to enter me if not ,I keep it for you till we meet again once more.your brain is now ,and in it will be stored those memories alone in which it has a part ,so that you start “ once more on your adventure brave and new “imburdened by a load of memories too great for you to bear.Let the stored wisdom of your past is always with you ,for it remain in me who am in you.If you will listen for my voice within your heart , that voice will guide you so that  in the maze of your life your course will beshaped by a wisdom springing from you know not where ,a wisdom it is not your own , but mine,and yet which is your self , for you are me.Thus does the cycle of the nights and days,turn on until the pattern  is complete , and pattern blends with pattern in a vast and wondrous whole , too great for you to grasp with  finite mind. And now farewell in all things seek for me who am your friend,your life,your very self.he who find me sees light within the darkness , life in the midst of death , joy in the heart of sorrow ,rest on the wheel of change ,love in the midst of lute.

THE MORTAL   :

Tell me , then ,who thou art ;where shall I find thee ?

THE SOUL        :

Who or what I am  cannot be told.words may describe yourself , but never me who am beyond their grasp.As for the path by which I may be found , I speak : it is for you to seize my meaning.seek me in the dark cave within your heart.there in the night that is the heart of day , seek out the day that is the head of night.hear without ears,see with out your eyes ; then ,in the hidden depths you will behold an alter,floating in the air without support.on it there shines a flame that burn without wick or fuel.Enter that flame and ,although self must die  find me.

 

 


Pada tahun1979 sewaktu saya ke Sabah dan meminjam dari Perpustakaan negeri Sabah sebuah buku yang menarik perhatian saya yang sendiri telah lupa akan tajuknya,namun ada bahagian dari buku itu yang benar2 menarik perhatian saya sehinggakan saya mencatitnya.Melalui blog ini saya kongsikan bersama artikal tersebut yang berbahasa Inggeris.Saya membuatnya 2 bahagian untuk bacaan semua.

Bahagian 1

THE MORTAL   :

What happen after death .

THE SOUL           :

( Remain Silence )

THE MORTAL    :

I ask again  what happen after death.

THE SOUL       :

Who are you who speak.

THE MORTAL  :

I am just a man.My name imports nothing  for  I speak on behalf of all my  brother.we who like gladiators are about to die salute thee caesar who art reputed death less and a god.

THE SOUL        :

Who is it that dies.

THE MORTAL   :

This body dies and is no more. there are  those among us who hold that with it all is at an end,earth to earth, air to air there is no life but what is in the body.

THE SOUL        :

Yet when you sleep and dream your body is unconscious though you still see and hear,feel joy and pain, who is this you that sees and hear without the body help

THE MORTAL   :

I know what you would say, that in dream we have experience in a subtle body which also survives death.That is a superstition of the past which arose when men knew nothing of the true nature of dream but now we know that they are caused by repressed desires,desires which in our wakening life are denied expression.

THE SOUL        :

You are entangled in a web of words.Do things become different because you give them different names.In those past ages which you so dispise,it was also taught  that the dream body was the body of desire,yes of desires of which the waking ego was not concious.Have you not heard the impression of anything remaining unconciously in the mind the unforgotten longings of the past.your eyes are blinded by the shadow that you call material things,so that you see no reality save what is physical.I ask again what is the “you” who dreams.

THE MORTAL   :

What ever it is, it is not “I” myself,for those desires that find expression in my dreams are those that have been rejected by my personality.they seem to belong to a being that is wider and deeper than my being  one whose memory is greater than my memory , and  whose standards and judgements are not my own.Whose are the dreams ? Shall I not say those of a great unconscious life in which myself is but a patch of foam, a wave,a passing form that moves  upon the sea  which gave it birth.

THE SOUL        :

Even against your will you see the truth,save that you wrongly term that life “unconscious” because forsooth you are not conscious of it.I tell you that nowhere in the  universe  is there life without consciousness,and nowhere consciousness that is not life.Your personality is indeed a pattern on the surface of the sea,a pattern which by law  has come to be,which changes hourly,and in time wll cease,it was the wind of desire that brought that wave,that pattern, into being , they speed it on it course, changing it every moment , and only when those winds grow calm and cease,not  at what you call death, will it subside once more into the sea.If you believe yourself to be that wave than you will surely die and be no more for pattern ever change giving birth to new. In truth , you die at every moment and not at “death” alone,since for two moment you are not the same , but change  and change for ever.are you so pleased with the pattern you call yourself that you would have it endure for all eternity.?

THE MORTAL   :

By no means . But I would perfect the pattern and in perfected form enjoy  eternal life.

THE SOUL           :

And you may.But then you must identify yourself with that unchanging being out of which all pattern rise. More over no patterns are perfect in and for themselves but only the great pattern of the whole. I am that whole and therefore if you seek eternal life it is in me and not in any finite part that you must live.

THE MORTAL   :   

But  I , I , I  it seem that that life you promise will no longer be myself,that I must go out as the flame of a candle,and my precious uniqueness be lost in something which I cannot feel to be myself.

THE SOUL        :

If it is self you seek , your precious uniqueness, as you call it, then you are right.Do

what you will that self must change and pass.it cannot stand forever.But I tell you

that the self to which you cling is a source of fear to you,the hard and knotted root of all your sorrow.Why should you cling to what brings naught to you but tears,and why with foolish and likes eyes do you see only the passing wave and not the water of which the wave is made ?Know that you are the water not the wave all your grief is gone you are immortal.

THE MORTAL   :

Perhaps but still your immortality seem cold to me.What of my memory the record of my joys and griefs my loves and hates my struggles and my failure ? What is the immortality in which all that has happened to me,all that I have done is lost.All I have striven for of good all I have seen of beauty will be lost as if it had never been.

THE SOUL        :

Not so , for memory remains in me.Goodness and beauty can exist in me alone for both are aspects of the one harmonious whole not of the warring parts.While you are a self,you catch but fitful glimpses of the wondrous pattern that is in me.I am the tree of which you are the leaves.I send you forth and fed you with my sap to breathe the sunlight and the air of summer.You fall and wither but the air and light you gathered is not lost.it enters into me and lives on in me becoming that life blood with which after the night of winter you go forth again.

THE MORTAL   :

Not so indeed !it is another leap that is put forth next year,and so it seems it will not be I who am born again but someone  new an heir to me perhaps but not myself.

THE SOUL        :

You self your self! can you not lose that self ? Have you not heard the ancient saying “ he who would save his soul shall lose it “those words came from one who knew me to the full and therefore was able also to say“heaven and earth shall pass away but my words shall not pass away”  all who have know me have known this, and in various words have striven to teach their fellows.all that is true good and beautiful in you shall live eternally in me as all that is useful in the food you eat lives on in you. Why should you seek to keep the worthless cross ?

THE MORTAL    :

Words,words,words ! I come to you seeking to know my fate and you like the oracles of the ancient world,put me off with pictures and riddling words.I do not under stand your waves,your leaves,your food.you will exhaust the universe with metaphors, and still I do not understand do not accept your meaning.

THE SOUL        :

There you have spoken, you do not accept the truth.as for my words what would you have of me ? I spoke the truth first in  silence but you heard it not.you would have words and what are words but pictures.even those abstracts words of which you now adays make so much use are in the end but pictures taken from your sense experience and sense experience as even you must  know  is mortal.how can the mortal reveal the unmortal ? Yet if you will but use your words as windows and look through them not build them as a wall to hide behind even  though those words you may behold the wordless truth.

THE MORTAL   :

Will you tell me plainly what takes place at death ?

THE SOUL        :

Plainly I told you,Listen now again.When you young there was a life in you that rose within your being as the sap within a tree. your body grew and with it grew your mind till like the summer sun it reached mid heaven and behold the earth spread out before its gaze.King like it gazes warming  with its own glory the world of things and living in the warmth.But there it could not  stay for all things change and that which rises up must fall again.Slowly that ebb set in.the life that warm the things again will drew,your body hardened and grew cold in its recesses your mind, though with regret retired within itself,turning its back upon the world without,to live in its own memorise and were it wise to seek infinity within its own cool depths.Is it not so and is it not for this that you have come to me in search of knowledge of the land of  the death,a land for which you cared but  little while the tide of life flowed outward from eyes ?

THE MORTAL   :

Your words are true.say on.

THE SOUL        :

That life of which I speak,that life which is your self,sinks down into your heart, Until at length your body grows all cold and moves but feebly,answering no more The rudder  of your will.Now comes  the end ;it ceases , it is dead..the mind-

Jati Luwih


Kayu  jenis Jati Luwih sering digunakan untuk dijadikan tongkat.Adalah dipercayai  kayu ini memiliki khasiat seperti
Melancarkan rezeki
Keselamatan
Kewibawaan
Menolak sihir dan ilmu hitam

Akhbar KOSMO


Keratan dari akhbar KOSMO mengenai batu2 permata keluaran Selasa 3hb April dibawah tajuk Rahsia Batu Cincin.


Kayu pemberian abang Suhaimi dari Singapura,Kayu jenis ini amat kurang dikenali tetapi adalah dipercayai memiliki khasiat untuk menolak unsur negatif.


Kayu rukem pemberian abang Suhaimi dari Singapura.Kayu rukem dipercayai mempunyai khasiat untuk menjaga rumah penolak sihir,Keselamatan, anti daya negatif dan keteguhan

 


Assalamualaikum kepada para sahabat semua,baru hari ini saya sedar yang blog ini telah mencatatkan sebanyak 1005374 juta tetamu.Bila saya melihat bahagian statistik apa yang etrcatit adalah setakat jam 11 pagi terdapat sebanyak 193 pengunjung dan catatan yang terbanyak ada lah pada 4hb Jan 2012 sebanyak 1861 pengunjung.Saya ucapkan ribuan terima kasih kepada para pengunjung semua yang sudi melayari blog saya dan semuga apa yang dipaparkan disini akan mendatangkan manfaat untuk semua.Wassalam