My name is Ajeng Triani Sardi. I’m from Indonesia. By professions, I’m an Indonesian actress and piano teacher. 

The first time I witnessed a ghost, I recall, was when I was 4 years old, while I was going down stairs alone. Suddenly I felt someone looking at me from behind. I looked back and saw a woman standing at the top of the stairs, wearing a white dress and flowing hair, looking at me with what I now interpret as a cynical expression. At that time,I didn’t understand that it was a ghost I was seeing. I just felt strange and scared. 

Altogether, I’ve had attached and possessed by what I take to be spirits, once living, human beings, three times. Following is one of my experiences that I wish to share with you. 

Back in the 1990’s, a famous Indonesian singer had died in a tragic car accident. 

The incident where I was possessed by spirit started when I met a Producer of Television Series, Entertainment Editor/Director of a newspaper. I met him for a film audition. But as it turned out, this Producer actually offered me to record my singing one of the songs, originally performed by the singer who died, as the theme song of a new television series he was going to produce. 

When the producer began playing the singer’s song for me, suddenly I saw the spirit of the singer standing not far from the chair where the producer was sitting. At the time I realize I couldn’t possibly tell the producer and my friend (a female stunts-performer), because they wouldn’t necessarily believe it! I pretended, behaved as if nothing was wrong. 

That night, my friend and I decided not go home straight away. We instead stopped at the local, street food-stall for dinner. When we’d finished eating, quite unexpectedly my friend expressed that she’s felt a sensation of “goosebumps” when the producer put on the singer’s song. I was shocked to hear this, and became all the more convinced that what I’d earlier seen was accurate. After some hesitation, I told her frankly that I saw the spirit of that singer at the same time. And my friend was also shocked! 

After she and I had dinner and conversation, I decided to go to my religious community center (then, Moslem) to spend the night there. But I started to feel strange when I was in the taxi, I started to feel inexplicably… strange more and more I realized  that there was a sentient, disembodied presence accompanying me. I didn’t dare look at the spirit who I sensed was sitting in the back seat of the taxi with me. But when the taxi stopped at the red light, I immediately moved to the front seat because I started to get scared. 

When I arrived at my religious community, I met my advisor and mentor (affirmed to be a Psychic) and immediately told her what I’d experienced that day. 

My apparently, my mentor also saw the spirit and she confirmed that the spirit was following me. By then it was nighttime, and she asked me to pray (reading Alqur’an) for the spirit’s resolution. It was really scary, a frightening ordeal as I prayed for the spirit, for what I was aware it, or “she” was next to me. And it turned out, that spirit didn’t cease following me. 

Day by day, she started coming to me when I was at home at night. The first night she came to me but her appearance was not terrible. The following night, she began to appear with blood on her face and clothes. I was so scared. But the next night while I was attempting to relax by watching television, suddenly I smelled an odor of organic decay. Before I could determine from where the rotten smell was issuing, suddenly through my vision I saw the famous actress’s grave. It seemed tbat her flesh was starting to rot ‘though she had only been buried for a few days. 

Soon after, there came another incident even more terrifying. When I was going to sleep and closed my eyes, suddenly her face was in front of me and very close; she didn’t wish to leave me! I immediately opened my eyes and made sure the spirit was not in my room. I tried fully to go back to sleep, but her face reappeared and was very close. I tried to get out of bed, but her face remained. The frightening visitation would reoccur! She always came to me suddenly, without my first thinking about her. I was so scared by this, because she seemed unrelenting. Finally, I moved to my sister’s bedroom and found there I could sleep until morning. 

Eventually there transpired the day which was the cessation of the spirit haunting me. One morning, I visited my religious community to spend my time reading Alqur’an. It was still mostly quiet within, except for two religious mentors reading Alqur’an in an adjoining room. Therefore, I chose to read alone in the living room and let the entrance open. I didn’t expect that the now familiar spirit being came again: she appeared at the entrance, walked into the living room while intoning “Assalammualaikum” (a standard Moslem’s greeting). Then “she” who was not then visible to others sat opposite and starred at me. But I remained focused on reading Alqur’an and couldn’t stop in the middle, not until I was finished. 

I’d thought and hoped that woman’s spirit had gone. How mistaken I was! 

When I was finished reading, I walked towards the dining room intending to have lunch. But my direction was halted by an onrushing feeling of unwellness, akin to a fever a fever raising, causing me chills, oppressing me in ways for which words are inadequate. I felt sticken, horribly emptied as though I no longer had a soul (perhaps like a dead person). 

Coincidentally, I encountered my spiritual teacher in the dining room and almost immediately she commented that my face looked quiet pale. Then she touched my neck and said that my body felt abnormally warm to her touch. I tried to talk and explain to her that I wasn’t doing good since the spirit continued following me, but suddenly my body was getting weaker, with my vital energies becoming depleted. And then she asked me to sit at the dining table as another (female) mentor accompanied me. You see, as time went on and the influence continued wearing away at me, it began to truly overtake; this is to say, possess me, even suppressing my conscious thoughts. All-too clearly, I heard as this invading personality spoke to me, and expressed her (I must refer to this spirit in the feminine tense) disappointment, bewildered and distraught as to why the public at large and social media persisted in talking about her, furthering rumors and speculation even after her death! Therefore, so could not be at peace. My spiritual teacher immediately called another mentor to intervene, pray for me by reading Alqur’an and sat to my left, while the female mentor who sat on my right started reassuringly holding my hand. Said mentor was witness to the onset of my spiritual possession, and related to me that during attack, a thick, smokey scent like unto that of Church incense exuded from my body, an unsetlling sensation which, as with my personal friend the movie stunts performer, raised visible goosebumps on her skin!. 

At that time I started to feel physically pain on the right side of my right head, as if my temple had been struck hard, ‘though unlike a migraine headache. I seemed involuntarily to share extreme discomfort with that spirit, then experience emotions not mine, as the spirit’s distress escalated from uneasy to histerical with fear, expressing her or its turmoll while frantically seeking refuge beyond its grasp. 

While the fitful episode of possession progressed, and gained increasing control over me, I was taken to a room by a mentor who knew from the start that, for whatever purpose, a spirit had attached itself. When I was laid down by those two who had come to assist me, my eyes were closed, yet as if contained in a separate, solid reality I saw my body surrounded by many people who were praying for me, in the setting of a funeral home, as though I had just died! Finally, my rescuing mentor succeeded in removing the anguished entity from my mind and body, and blessedly I fully returned to (my own) consciousness. 

From this incident, I conclude that such spirits have awareness and intelligence. They own abilities to chose people who can serve in the capacity as mediums for those chosen to convey messages, and to pray for their spiritual transcendence. 

And at the age of 24,it was my decision to convert from the faith and practices of Moslem to those of Christianity specifically Catholicism. For me personally, that was a deeply considered choice, and not connected to my ordeal with what I regard as spiritual attachment leading to a state of possession.