Monkey business
Bali is home to many monkeys and it is thrilling to see these playful creatures for the first time. They are everywhere in some places, like our squirrels.
Haniman is the ancient monkey God-google it- and is a very present presence here in Bali.
One of the nights we were at the ocean we went to 3 different temples and had 5 ceremonies.
The first temple was Pabian which was on the ocean and is the temple that honors Kwan Yin- it’s the temple of compassion. We were with our healer Ibu and about 30 members of her community for a transformational Melukat by the water. I cannot describe the beauty of this ceremony with all of these beautiful people singing and supporting and loving. Magical!
We went to the temple after for a ceremony and my unasked question I had when I first saw some people with long sticks was answered when they banged them on the ground or on the poles that hold up the shade structures to scare off the monkeys from stealing and eating our offerings!
The second temple was Pulaki Pendanda- the temple of energy-Shakti -enlightenment.
While I was praying for enlightenment, a monkey from high up on one of the aforementioned shade structures threw something off and it rolled up to my offering tray. I opened my eyes and picked up a worn, green marble- and I thanked the powers that be for this talisman!
The last temple was the temple of abundance-Melantung- very beautiful and the most ornate. We did 2 ceremonies here. One in a very small part of the temple in which Ibu went into her trance like state and the ancient ancestor came through. One of the men went into a trance and started snorting like a pig and was wandering on all fours and clung to Ibu’s leg.
Something you don’t see every day- unless you’re here of course!
We had another ceremony in the big temple. These ceremonies involve sitting cross legged for about 1/2 an hour on the stone floor, being doused with holy water by the priest or Ibu, praying with empty hands, hands with flowers, offerings, flowers and then empty hands again, more holy water and then rice placed on your forehead, temples, and neck.
I have never had so much water dumped on my head in my life. Forget about doing your hair or putting on makeup here!
After we danced. Everyone closes their eyes and goes into a trance-like state, swaying to strange dissonant and then beautiful music- from an iPad. They call it the dance of the angels and when I open my eyes to peek it is so beautiful to see us all moved by spirit.
Several of these women and men go into states of ecstasy, some fall to the ground, some shake, some have strange guttural sounds come out. To bring them out of it- you guessed it- more holy water to the head.
As ancient as this all is, when it is over you see people making and getting phone calls and kids playing games on their cell phones! Too funny. And the monkeys come running and sliding down the poles to eat up all the rice that has fallen off our heads.
I will write next about my dreams which are coming fast and furious. And, like all things in Bali, they are magical.