A Healing Morning

I felt very energised when I awoke this morning as we were going to Tirta Empul with our host. Both he and his wife had relayed the orally passed on story about the narcissist king who wanted to be known as God to his people and how at one stage the water was poison at Tirta Empul but after  his demise the water was blessed with healing properties.  People come from all over the world to seek peace and healing here.

 Vicki and I were eager to experience this, Keiko said she was too tired. We didn’t take much money as we had to leave our belongings in a locker, however everything proved to be very expensive. Although you can’t put a price on spiritual healing the entry was the most that we’d paid anywhere else and then there was a locker fee and offering fee. 

I splurged getting a photo done as we’d left our money back at the homestay. It was such an emotionally charged experience,  we arrived before the onslaught of tourists so it was very peaceful.  We’d declined the services of a guide there which was fine because people who worked there advised us regarding the rituals. I did however spot a man filling a huge water bottle with holy water, see the photo above!

Vicki and I both felt that it was the most enlightening experience we’d had in Bali and I felt privileged to have been there. I prayed for all of my loved ones, for their clarity of mind, inner peace, physical healing and realignment of my own chakras so that I can be of better service to all those that I come across. 

This year is going to be monumental for me with all the changes so I will need to be spiritually sensitive and in tune with everything around me. After the healing waters of Tirta, Vicki and I were ushered through the markets however it was a blessing that we honestly had no money. We actually saw quite a few things that we liked and would have purchased if only I’d seen the credit card in my wallet!!!

Our host Made was waiting for us in the car park.  We saw a street procession as we drive back through the bucolic region, everything was a photo waiting to be taken. I loved seeing the ‘exotic fruits growing in the wild, it was such a fertile landscape,  even back at the homestay Keiko remarked that the fruit was a lot more abundant and enormous in size without the use of fertiliser.  

Made drove us to a Warung at Tellangulang Rice terraces, which is a major tourist attraction in Bali it was about 10minutes from his home. The food was fine, not standout in anyway, but the view was remarkable so we thoroughly enjoyed it. Although we had to change tables because a young tattooed and pierced Japanese guy – wearing a face mask for breathing- had lifted his mask to blow smoke at everyone and pollute our lungs. I wanted to ask if I could borrow his mask, but Keiko and I both thought he might be in the Yakusa!

On the way to Seminyak we stopped at a street vendor to get a cold drink, I’d wanted a vendor but was out of luck, so I settled  for a coconut water instead. Vicki tried a soursop juice which was watery and full of sugar and Keiko had the same as me. We felt reenergised and before we knew it we were driving into unattractive dense city traffic.  Vicki spotted a sign for the jail that housed the notoriously famous Australian, Shapelle Corby, she (Vicki) has a great eye for detail and has a wealth of information on topics that have been on the news on one form or another.  

I, as a non- news reader, am oblivious to most things that go on as I like my mind to be uncluttered by the hubris of the decaying morals of society. I figure that if it’s really important someone else will let me know. Living in my peaceful bubble keeps me quite stress free the majority of the time. 

I felt instantly deflated when I saw our accommodation from the outside, this feeling was intensified when I saw the drab brown, stained walls. I haven’t seen Keiko’s but Vicki’s room is above ours and is much nicer with its blue tones.

 However since I am engaging in mindfulness practice I must declare that I am appreciative of the exceptional quality of the air conditioner,  velocity of the hot water and comfortable bed. It is actually better than the room that Eric and I stayed in for New Year’s eve in Cairns and is a 5th of the price!

Vicki and I went for a walk to the beach, it seemed quite seedy, however my searches on Google for accommodation near The Potato Club were accurate and we were indeed about a 12 minute walk away, closer once we learn how to cut through hotels.  Once we found it, I was searched intently as I am mistaken for a native tour guide, my water was confiscated, mine was the solitary bottle taken, and all the apparent Westerners walked through. 

We decided it was too busy and after a look at the amazing architecture we went back to the pauper’s end where we felt more at home! I even bought a huge hat which almost flew away!

 Warung Lais was so lowbrow that it didn’t even have Wi-Fi! However, we found a front row beanbag to watch the incredibly gorgeous sunset with its hues of pink and lavender, as we had our umpteenth coconut. Those hydrating electrolytes were really keeping us in good form. 

Keiko had ditched us for a massage, I can’t say that I blame het! We had a healthy seafood salady thing there and felt very virtuous.  The walk home did put my hairs on end somewhat but we made it to an Indomart safe and sound. Once back at the digs I showered and rang my littlest baby and was able to go to sleep knowing that she was well, and really what more could a mother wish for?