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, apply scented oils, poke you with sharp sticks and/or give you a deep tissue massage or manipulation.
Day 1, 01/11/11: Discovering Spirit - Bali
As the plane rose from Heathrow my excitement grew, like a child on the eve of Christmas I couldn't wait to catch up with Ken, Jo, Paula; Bpae & Sam once more. Our paths originally met in Burma and now here we were, all heading from across the globe to meet upon the soils of Bali.
In closing my eyes the excitement waned, overtaken by an awareness that rose in my body. In centring my attention a frown furrowed across my forehead; its troughs ever deepening as an annoyance radiated through each cell. Finally I cracked and opened my eyes.
Immediately they were met by the purposeful stare of a petulant, scrawling little girl. As I watched, the childs' face contorted; before my eyes a banshee wailed, hissed and spat.
I felt for her poor Mother who looked, if truth be told completely defeated. As each hour passed, the high pitched tones were becoming more and more excruciating. At one point I was convinced she looked over and winked before releasing another piercing scrawl.
As each wave of sound resonated I could see the bodies of those around flinch involuntarily. Like the contractions of labour they clenched and released, their hands at times resembling tight, primeval claws.
Rather than indulge in a battle of wills I decided to concede and instead focus my attention on what films were available - sleep it would seem was not going to be an option on this 13hr flight.
As I scanned the film list my choice was clear, first would be 'Rise of the Apes' followed by 'The Chronicles of Narnia - The Voyage of the Dawn Treader'. Both films I have to say captivated me, so much so that the screaming seemed to drift further and further into the background.
I have to admit I absolutely loved 'The Voyage of the Dawn Treader' it's just the kind of storyline that captures my imagination, speaks to the child in me. To this day I remain intimately drawn to the prospect of an adventure odyssey into the unknown, an adventure where reality and fantasy become one, a limitless entity; boundless by measure.
As the film came to an end and Lucy, Edmund, Eustace and Prince Caspian bid farewell to Reepicheep, the chief mouse of Narnia I found myself, rather embarrassingly welling up. My throat had become dry and I'd developed the kind of nasal congestion which only means one thing... repressed emotion.