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ᝰ THE STORY
"Dream" is a reverence for one of Indonesia's most active volcanoes, Bromo. The crater seated in a large natural caldera offers one of the world's most iconic sunrises anyone can attend.
The legend of the iconic volcano traces back to the fifteenth century, when the princess of the East Javanese empire of Majapahit, Roro Anteng, and her husband, Joko Seger, came to the Bromo region. They named the region Tengger—a combination of their last names (Anteng and Seger). Their region prospered, but the ruling couple found themselves unable to conceive. They prayed to the gods from Mount Bromo’s edge to grant their wish to conceive. The gods agreed to give them children on the condition that they throw into the crater the last child born as a sacrifice. It worked, and just like in a dream, they soon gave birth to their first child and were blessed with many more. When the last child, Kesuma, was born, Roro and Joko knew that he would have to be sacrificed. The couple refused and this angered the gods. They threatened to spew volcanic fire all over the land and their kingdom. Having no other choice, the couple decided to follow through with the gods’ promise. When they sacrificed their last child, it is said that the child’s voice was heard shortly after, ordering the Tengger people and all their descendants to perform an annual ceremony to commemorate the event and appease the still-angry gods.
The myth is still alive to this day and the Tengger community comes together annually for the Kasodo Ceremony, which is held in a temple at the foot of the Bromo mountain. On the fourteenth day of the ceremony, they travel up the famous crater. The name Bromo comes from the Javanese pronunciation of Brahma, the Hindu god of creation. At the mouth of the crater, there is an idol of Ganesha, the Hindu god of wisdom, where crowds gather at midnight during the ceremony in order to bring offerings for the gods.
"Dream" is something we hope for and hold on to expectations just like the crater, seen as a sacred place for its powerful grants of wishes. A place like no other, where divinity rules and fate remains in the gods’ hands. A place that we can only worship in order to wish for the best to come, just like when the bright stars of the silent night sky are progressively washed away by the golden morning sun rays.
📍Probolinggo, East Java 🗓 2018