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Hi there, don't know any of you yet, but hello and look forward to sharing some fabulous Bali chat. To intro myself/bali experiences I will post a random Journal Entry from a trip of a month long visit to Bali for anyone with an interest or planning a trip. Apologies in advance for spelling and other errors. These are non-edited and sent via email to friends on funky Bali keyboards that I never figured out how to use.
May 8, Journal Entry 5
After the monkey trouble I made it to my seat around a massive stone platform just in time for the Kekuk and Fire Dance (this is now my favorite). My "self-hired" guide found a nice seat for me, right up close. What could be better than watching 70 half-naked men performing on a striking ancient stage at sunset? (the answer could be 70 men that aren’t half over 70). Anyways, looking to the right I could view the jutting limestone cliffs dropping off into the beautiful ocean with a most brilliant pink and red sky. I had so much to look at I didn’t know where to keep my eyes. Wow talk about a choir of men. Scantly dressed in black and white sarongs (representing the balance, our contrast) they together made opposite sounds with their voices almost like high pitched drumming or something very rhythmic with the intention of going into a trance. I think I went into a trance. Eventually when the moment was right the beautiful Balinese women dressed as deities entered the stage portraying a battle of the gods. Frightening creatures came out to battle; one even leaping into a tree off stage. As the hour wore on the men kept-on rhythmically synchronized as opposites, with the chanting sounds, intensifying and becoming more mystical and exciting (this was all done with the breath). Finally when it was very dark, one of the gods overcame the other and showed his power by dancing, jumping and kicking great balls of brush that were set to fire, which was exciting and a little third-world frightening being in that front row with the heat on me and the flames at my feet. The rare and thrilling combination of experiencing that excitement along with a sacred openness trance, was just divine for me.
May 8, Journal Entry 5
After the monkey trouble I made it to my seat around a massive stone platform just in time for the Kekuk and Fire Dance (this is now my favorite). My "self-hired" guide found a nice seat for me, right up close. What could be better than watching 70 half-naked men performing on a striking ancient stage at sunset? (the answer could be 70 men that aren’t half over 70). Anyways, looking to the right I could view the jutting limestone cliffs dropping off into the beautiful ocean with a most brilliant pink and red sky. I had so much to look at I didn’t know where to keep my eyes. Wow talk about a choir of men. Scantly dressed in black and white sarongs (representing the balance, our contrast) they together made opposite sounds with their voices almost like high pitched drumming or something very rhythmic with the intention of going into a trance. I think I went into a trance. Eventually when the moment was right the beautiful Balinese women dressed as deities entered the stage portraying a battle of the gods. Frightening creatures came out to battle; one even leaping into a tree off stage. As the hour wore on the men kept-on rhythmically synchronized as opposites, with the chanting sounds, intensifying and becoming more mystical and exciting (this was all done with the breath). Finally when it was very dark, one of the gods overcame the other and showed his power by dancing, jumping and kicking great balls of brush that were set to fire, which was exciting and a little third-world frightening being in that front row with the heat on me and the flames at my feet. The rare and thrilling combination of experiencing that excitement along with a sacred openness trance, was just divine for me.
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