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  • About:Bali has a long tradition of Bali Usada, also known as Balinese traditional healing. The Balinese live equally in two worlds: the seen or conscious world called sekala, and the unseen or psychic world, called niskala. In traditional Balinese healing, both of these elements need to be addressed in order to truly heal.

  • What to expect:The experience will be very public. The healer may make magic, create fire, use mudras, draw patterns on your body & spit wads of chewed herbs on your skin.

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Day 13, 08/05/12: Rediscovering Spirit - Bali

Up for a leisurely breakfast and then a full body massage; amazingly this was the first time I'd ever experienced a hand massage and I have to say, I loved it.

Ken took the time to give us each a BARS treatment. My experience, when he touched the first point on my head was that my head had turned into liquid; it was literally melting away into nothing. I was actually disappearing. Then he touched the point at the base of my head and once again I felt like I was floating up from the bed, at times I wanted to hold on; hold myself down.

After a much needed day of leisurely lounging we headed down to the outdoor temple of Durga/Shiva - the temple of the dead. En route a couple of fireflies passed by.

Immediately on entering the compound I could feel the connectivity; I was part of everything and here everything was part of me. As Sir James Jeans once said, "it may be that each individual consciousness is a brain cell in a universal mind". And that's precisely how I felt, completely interwoven.

As Ibu arrived the music began to play. Inside I felt like two different energies were once again competing for supremacy and that I was merely a bystander. At first I thought Durga was going to come through but sure enough Ratuniang had taken the owning power of my body.

My posture changed to that of an elderly lady. I could barely lift my feet off the ground; as I moved they dragged. My hands were like claws, tucked in and held close to my body.

I was given the leaf to eat. Immediately as the bitterness met my saliva I felt sick, my face contorting with the sheer putridity.

Then with slow but tenacious movements I felt myself step forward - Ratuniang was mobile. Although my awareness was at times extremely thin I was able to sense the bodies around me; this was not through my sense of "seeing" but I believe I was feeling on some intuitive level energy fields and vibrations.

I experienced a playfulness which I believe was linked directly to Ratuniang. When a guardian came to support me from the side, I scurried back. Each time I was met, I shuffled in the opposite direction; it was as if I were an excitable old lady enjoying a game of catch. From inside I was having so much fun with this old spirit; she felt feisty, mischievous; alive.

When the blessed water was splashed on my head and the trance broken I was stood directly in front of the temple altar. Ken whispered in my ear, who led who here. I smiled in recognition for tonight it felt like I'd given Ratuniang, or maybe I'd given an aspect of my self permission to move.

As I stood with a sense of deep gratitude, Ibu appeared at my side. She held my hand and asked using a series of points and hand gestures how my right heel was after the exorcism. Amazingly, since the exorcism I have not experienced the familiar dull ache which had been a persistent nag over the last few years.

Tonight when Ratuniang entered I didn't experience the discomfort of the rising pain in my leg. Instead I felt like I was engaged in a dance; inside me there was a slight tussle between potential partners before Ratuniang rose up and took the lead.

I feel so blessed right now, as I look around I'm so thrilled to be sharing this with the people I am; people I hold close and dear to me. I am also deeply grateful for the conversation Ken and Paula had with me the other day for on some level they have brought into my awareness something of great significance.