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and a strong soul (semangat kuat ), he or she is no longer subject to death in 
the ordinary sense, though the body may perish and decay, but, as a young 
Patani fisherman expressed it to me, 1 lives on in the woods and in the dreams 
of men/ becoming visible to favoured persons who are in the jungle or asleep. 
After seeming death, after becoming habitually invisible, such a person may 
even marry or give in marriage, as the following story shows :— 
On a hill in Rhaman, not very far above Bendang Stah, there is a shrine 
reputed to be the grave of a woman called ’Toh Bidan Ma Saleh, Grandmother 
Midwife the Mother of Saleh, who became a living shrine on account of her 
skill in bringing babies into the world, or rather in counteracting the wiles of 
the spirits which attend when a baby is born. Some years ago a tornado arose 
in Rhaman which swept round a great stretch of country, cutting a narrow and 
well-defined path for itself through the jungle. Ten days before its occurrence 
’Toh Bidan Ma Saleh appeared in a dream to the raja of Rhaman at Kota Bharu, 
and said, ‘ Let not thy people be alarmed, for in ten days I marry my son to 
the daughter of the raja of Lakawn Suka. When they hear the noise of guns 
and a mighty wind, and the marriage procession passes, let them not be afraid.’ 
At the same time the raja of the spirit-land of Lakawn Suka appeared to the 
headman of K am pong Jarum, whose brother-in-law told me the story. On 
the appointed day, after the sound of cannons had been heard from the 
mountain, the marriage procession passed the village in a mighty wind, hurting 
no one and doing no harm to the houses, but cutting a path in the jungle as 
though with hundreds of knives. The headman’s brother-in-law was seated 
on the platform of his house, beside a number of trays of new tobacco which 
were drying in the sun. He told me that he was the only person in Jarum 
who was not afraid, but he cried out £ O ’Toh Bidan Ma Saleh, take the 
tobacco to make cigarettes for the wedding feast,’ and the wind carried the 
tobacco away. 
The power to become a living shrine is, in a very limited sense, hereditary, 
though not necessarily descending from father to son. 1 know of a family in 
Jalor which has produced five such members within three generations. The 
reason of this is twofold ; in the first place, all medicine-men, whatever their 
grade may be, are obliged to hand on their art to an apprentice, who is often. 
But not always, a relation of a younger generation, and, in the second, every¬ 
thing connected in any way with a living shrine becomes more or less sacred 
itself. The legends surrounding the great name of ’Toh Ni, a raja of Rhaman 
who died within the last fifty or sixty years, are very instructive from several 
points of view, and I will deal with them together, although in so doing it will 
be impossible to keep exactly to the order proposed in a recent paragraph. 
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