## The revival of modern kebatinan: The Intersection Point of Psychological Science, Quantum Physics and Metaphysics-part 5

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The first day joined the loyal silat son's college. My dad and I are still dressed freely because we have not got our uniforms yet. And that night is a special Friday night because it teaches directly from Jakarta. One of the supposedly great teachers. He was named Mr. Sharki.

Hemmm and the material that will be taught him is the material that I really want to learn is Silat Sragen! Waaah. Although there is a sense of pessimism because before I can not, I am very enthusiastic.

All the students sat in a circle. Mr. sharki in the middle called in turn. Amazing. My colleagues do not know in the wuuuh straight if moving very quickly perform silat movements that I think impossible to do. Lha wong they all have never learned any martial arts. Jumping, bersalto and so on. Buseeeet. This is much more powerful than what Kyai Mun taught. I want to want to go !!!!!

And it was my turn. I walked into the middle of the circle, shaking hands with Mr. Sharki. 'How do you pack?', I asked. Mr. Sharki said: "You are khusyu while reading shaadah and sholawat". Wow really similar to the old one? What can I do? Ah I am serious ah. this seems like Mr. Sharki is different.

And after a minute suddenly my body started to move and wush wush wush, bet bet. Imagine, I can see and feel my body moving on its own. I watch myself from the body. How come yaa? Weh weh I can, I can I can !!!!!

And strangely I did not feel fatigue at all. This is amazing. More fun-pak pak Sharki applaud and say STOP !! My body stopped.
Wooow cool.


I went back to the line. Well it was my father's turn who had never learned silat martial arts. Wusssh waah my dad can. The movement is weird ... ha .. ha .. ha .. I laugh. And the funniest part of my father's movement kicked up was a preeeet voice !!! Hua a ha his pants on the torn groin. Everyone present laughed. My father is still fun because not aware of his pants torn and it was still in a state of gratitude.

And that night, all the students can do silat martial arts. That night to this day I can not forget. That night, too, who familiarized me with a junior high school student of the last semester named Jayu Sulendra. Why is he so special and repeatedly mentioned? He is very talented. And some time later I just found out his father also included a master in terms of science like this. Because this child is a strange experience, things that once made no sense to me, we can do it ...

**Continued to section 6 ...**

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