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 18, 18/11/11: Discovering Spirit - Bali
Up and out to the ashram of the Oracle Priestess this morning; the weather was certainly somewhat different to our last visit here.
We each went up in pairs to receive a Melukat; Mary and I walked up shoulder to shoulder. The atmosphere was alive, it was buzzing. There was lots of noise during the ceremony and my breath seemed to regulate itself in a completely different way when I just used my voice.
Everyone seemed to be re-energised this morning, the energy poured into us like sweet liquor. As we were seated in front of the Oracle she began talking of the constellations, of Sirius A; then through her body the heavens began to sing.
Once again it knocked me straight over and as it did so I was somehow transported. I was flying looking down at the landscapes of Gaia and in that moment I was flight of the navigator.
After lunch we headed over to Ibu's ashram where the community had once again come together to build, make, offer and share. It's been a wonderful place to step in to.
Today we danced our final dance and as I looked around at my fellow travellers I was amazed at where each one of us has journeyed. What monsters and what angels we each have seen along the way. This process isn't simply ending it's just beginning.
After a few beers overlooking the paddy fields we headed out on foot to the temple of the dead. Aware of how potent my experience was last time we were here; that tug of war struggle with the heavens, I was pleased to be coming back.
As we entered the temple grounds the energy felt somewhat different; an air of anxiousness swept through. As the lights went out, we were sat offering prayers under a starry sky. Whilst Jo and I made pretty patterns with our incense sticks Yoda erupted.
Deep resonating growls rang out. His body began moving, jolting in a scarily chaotic fashion. He leapt to his feet and all of us moved quickly, the fear of the unknown resonating strongly. I stood close to Joanne, though I'm not sure how much protection either of us would have actually been for each other.
Yoda growled deeply grabbing a thick wad of burning incense, thrusting it into his mouth. Before our very eyes he was not only eating fire but absolutely devouring it; it was frightening. Then with no warning he charged into our stomachs taking us down one at a time. For some reason, although I knew what was coming when he charged for me I pushed my arms in front of my stomach for protection, almost putting him in a headlock. As I was thrown back I could feel my feet futilely kicking in the air, laughter erupted from me. I just couldn't help myself it was so funny.
I experienced it as one of those desperately awkward moments where someone has tried really hard but you just feel like saying, 'arr is that it?' I didn't want to laugh but I really couldn't help it and laughing felt so good; though admittedly it also felt highly inappropriate.
After everyone had been gobbled by the naga there was a strange discomfort in the air; talk about a conversation killer! I mean what on earth do you possibly say to someone after they've just violently growled, eaten wads of incense in your face and then charged at you eating away at your stomach whilst staining your clean white blouse? I mean there should be some sort of guidebook, '101 things to say after you've been naga-ered' or 'There's a naga in my bed - what to say the morning after'.