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In our sixties, with apparently no other authentic option, my husband Don and I sold our car and apartment, sold or gave away all our stuff, and set off to discover the world. And ourselves. We started in Italy in 2011 and from there have travelled to Spain, India, Bali, etc. - you can see the blog archive. We will continue travelling until it's time to stop - if that time ever comes. So far it suits us very well. We are interested in how the world works, how life works, how the creation of experience works, how the mind works. As we travel and both "choose" our course, and at the same time just let it unfold, we discover the "mechanics" of life, the astounding creativity of life, and a continual need to return to trust and presence. Opening the heart, and acceptance of what is, as it is, are keystones for us both.

Sunday, April 15, 2012

Bali - part 3






Nyepi is the first day of the Balinese New Year and is a day of silence. (This year it was a few days before we arrived). About a month before Nyepi each community starts to make their Ogoh-ogoh. They are large demonic statues made from a bamboo structure and covered in papier-mache. The day before Nyepi they are paraded through the streets and then burnt in a huge fire amid drumming and dancing and shouting “Get out! Get out!" as a purification ceremony to drive out demons and bad spirits. Lucky for us not all of them were burnt so we got to see some of these amazing creations. Driving around Bali we would stop every time we saw one - exclaiming in wonder at the creativity and fierceness of them. And impressed with the Balinese sensibility that in an energetically powerful way that fully exposes and confronts all that they would choose to not have in their lives, they do all they can to rid themselves of it through prayer, through commitment, and through huge colourful noisy ceremony and ritual. No hair shirts or desperate prayers in a little church for these people. They do their religion, and ceremony on a grand scale, giving it a life and power that is not seen elsewhere, at least not in my (somewhat limited) experience. They shout out loudly "this is what we don't want and we'll do all we can to not have it!" At the same time they honour, in daily ritual and prayer and offerings, all that they do want, all that is cherished and held dear - peace and harmony and caring. It's not that the Balinese have a perfect society (we've been warned by the Balinese themselves to be wary of theft when in big crowds) - people are as people everywhere - it's that there is constant acceptance of the existence of the opposing forces of good and evil and that through daily prayer and ritual, and less frequent major ceremonies they seem to be committed to doing all they can to emphasize and encourage the positive aspects of being.



Fierce and fabulous Ogoh-ogohs



































A drive north one day – to a coffee plantation where they make civet coffee. The coffee comes from the slightly fermented, but still whole and un-shelled coffee beans found in the poo of civet cats (related to the mongoose). The nocturnal civets like to eat the best of the red coffee berries. And the farmers like to collect their poo the next morning, wash out all the undigested coffee beans, shell them and roast them by hand to make what is supposed to be the smoothest coffee in the world. Don says the coffee grounds smell slightly of cat pee. I had a cup. Side by side with a cup of regular coffee. I use so much sugar in my coffee I couldn’t really tell the difference. Beautiful view though.












Driving further north we came to an ancient temple/shrine carved into the cliff side.






And further north we came to the still active volcano of Mt Batur





We then went to Batur Temple a short distance away. A major annual two week long ceremony was taking place. The street leading to the temple was filled with penjors (bamboo poles decorated with coconut palm leaves). They symbolize the dominance of good over evil, as well as being an offering of thanks. Along with the penjors the street was filled with people streaming towards the temple, the women carrying offerings for the gods and food to be blessed.
















Our guide encouraged us to enter the temple and showed us where we could borrow sarongs, sashes, and a hat for Don.

Temple entrance











Outer courtyard






By this time we were both completely awed by the intricate and beautiful decorations, the activity, the gamelan orchestras. What wonderful energy and atmosphere.

Then we peeked into the inner courtyard not sure if we could/should enter or not, but we were beckoned in. Once again the Balinese openness and willingness to share their culture was demonstrated. So in we went.

I hardly know how to describe what happened next except to say we both started crying, completely moved by the full force of the sacred energy. Hundreds in common purpose and prayer, hundreds in intentional connection with the divine. The devotion was so palpable it transmitted itself to us, and we were swept up in it. So moving. (Can’t say I’ve ever felt anything quite like this in any of the great cathedrals of Europe.)


Inner courtyard

























We stayed there for about an hour just soaking up the energy, and did a little meditating/praying/offering-of-thanks of our own. How lucky to have been able to be a part of that. Again we got to see how big and colourful the Balinese do ceremony and ritual. And how committed they are. And lighthearted. Over the two week period every Balinese family will make their annual pilgrimage to either Batur Temple, or Besakih (the Mother Temple) to offer prayers and thanks to their ancestors, and their Gods, and the Temple itself - in big, colourful, serious, and playful ceremony.



A day at the beach - snorkeling at Blue Lagoon (it was good, but we have been spoiled by the Great Barrier Reef which is extraordinary)






And walking along the beach past all the fishing boats at Padang Bai
















A new day. Our wonderful guide took us first to a village cremation. The body is carried to the cremation site in a beautifully decorative bier, especially made for the occasion. Many of the villagers (at least one man and one woman from each household) follow in procession behind it.





The body is burned in a fire fuelled by a propane torch. The villagers sit and watch. The bier is also burned. Our guide said that at the time of death there is sadness and grieving but the day of the cremation is a day of happiness as the soul is freed from the body. When the body is reduced to ashes the ashes are collected and, in private, the family releases them into the river to be carried to the sea. (If the death occurs in a seaside town the ceremony is held on the beach.) We felt a bit shy at first, this was, after all, a funeral and you could actually see that there was a body being burned in the fire, but gradually we were encouraged to sit down, and to take photographs, and to mix with the people. They were basically all just sitting around watching the fires burn, chatting amongst themselves, but not in a solemn or serious way - just villagers chatting together watching the fires burn, the men all together on the ground and the women mostly all together sitting on the "tent" structure further back. (That's something we've noticed about all Balinese gatherings - the men and women tend to congregate in separate groups. Same in India. Same, to a greater or lesser extent, the world over I guess.)















We drove all over the narrow, winding back roads of Bali that day and during the course of the day came across four other funeral processions, the villagers walking down the street behind the bier as it was carried to the cremation site.


We went for a ride on an elephant! What fun! We had both done it as children, Don at the London Zoo and me at the Melbourne Zoo a kagillion years ago. It was so much fun to do it again. We were like a couple of five year olds. The ride lasted for about a half hour through the jungle and then through a pool of water so the elephant could spray itself. And us!
















And then we drove and drove, north and west through the narrow twisting back roads of Bali, past villages and rice fields, until we came to a vast expanse of rice fields and a lovely open air restaurant with a fine view where we had lunch. And then a leisurely drive home to Ubud.





Another evening of dance, this time three young girls (Legong dance) followed by a different version of the Barong Dance. Wonderful characters, wonderful evocative dancing and acting. It didn't remotely matter that we had no idea what was going on, it was all so colourful and vibrant. And the gamelan orchestras play throughout and are quite amazing (gamelans, which are a kind of xylophone I guess, plus a simple stringed instrument played with a bow, plus drums, bamboo flutes, cymbals and a huge gong - lots of noise!)

















Next blog: Ceremony at Besakih (the Mother Temple), snorkeling at the second best place in Bali, and climbing a volcano in the dark!

3 Comments:

Blogger Kate said...

I love looking at those huge papier mache sculptures, the Ogoh-ogoh. I can't help but wonder -- if they make these as a way of ridding themselves of certain aspects of their lives, does each type of figure represent some specific issue or thing or maybe a certain category of things? I mean, they do look like there's thought put into the symbolism of each one, rather than just thinking up some cool demonic design for them. Do you know?

April 20, 2012 at 5:51 PM  
Blogger Alison said...

Hi Kate, we don't really know, but we've gleaned that there are some beings from their mythology that are included in some of the multiple figure creations. And I think some are just imaginative depictions of the demonic. There was one we saw, (that was actually standing side by side with the second picture above) that depicted a male demon with extremely exaggerated ..um... accoutrements, shall we say. Perhaps that particular village was having a problem with the men (or a man) being too insistent. Also we saw at least two with extremely exaggerated breasts. This is a depiction of a specific character in their mythology (can't remember the name.) That's all I've got.
A xoxox

April 21, 2012 at 6:02 PM  
Blogger kate b said...

that is a radiant photo of the two of you with coffee...you both are so obviously relaxed and happy. kate b

April 28, 2012 at 12:00 PM  

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