The first morning in Ubud, our curiosity got the better of us and we decided to take a look at the famed Monkey Forest. After being dropped at Ubud Palace – which squatted casually on a street corner as if it always had and always would fit in – we were sucked into the vortex of a nearby market place. Just 20 minutes later we were the proud new owners of a wooden “Happy Buddha” statue, purchased for a measly 300k IDR (about NZ$30). Although we loved our new friend, he weighed a ton, and didn’t fit at all neatly into our backpack. Nevertheless we carted him all the way to and through the monkey forest, out to lunch (he ate nothing despite his appearance hinting at a different story), and then back to Ubud Palace, where we collapsed with relief into the resort’s shuttle.
I tried not to like the monkey forest but it was actually pretty cool. I quite like monkeys, maybe it’s the shared brazen cheekiness, I don’t know. They soon hoovered up our measly bunches of bananas and started to grasp unsuccessfully for such delicacies as my silver necklaces, sunglasses, forest map, and (gasp) our new robust wooden friend! Highlights were watching a smart little monkey trying to work out how to open a stolen water bottle, the cuteness of the babies, and the sight of several monkeys taking a refreshing dip in a water feature at the entrance to the forest.
From here we managed to find the meeting place for lunch (the “Bali Buddha” funnily enough) with our good friend Kirsty, who it turned out would pretty much be our guide for the duration of our stay. Lucky us! Nige still wasn’t feeling very flash. In fact prior to breakfast a very audible vomiting session had taken place in the restaurant bathroom. Unfortunately for Nige everything is rock and tiles, so the cacophony of his intestinal problems was easily overheard by the server on duty. He very kindly and tactfully offered us a pot of ginger tea “to help with nausea” and from then on we felt a certain fondness for our slightly buck toothed and chubby cheeked saviour.
After a nice catch up with Kirsty, we decided a rest back at the resort prior to the Shaman’s arrival would probably be a good idea. As we cooled off in our private pool (:D) clouds rolled in and thunder and lightening boomed and flashed. It was such a novel experience, no rain, no cold winds, just a stormy orchestra creating the backdrop to yet another fascinating conversation with Kirsty about life, the universe, and everything. These storms and conversations would continue to be a theme.
And then it was time. Tino the Balinese Shaman had arrived. Nige was up first, so I had a tortuous hour to kill. Then it would be my turn. Tino was a young Balinese man, very cool, straight up, funny and a good guy. He could swing his balance from caring and empathetic to matter of fact and practical with the ease of a trapeze artist, and had a sort of “pumped up” energy, as though he was about to participate in a running race. I liked him immediately.
Most of you probably know a little bit about what a Shaman is. Basically they are the “medicine men” of tribes that go into a trance to heal people, physically, emotionally and spiritually. From Wikipedia:
A shaman is a person regarded as having access to, and influence in, the world of benevolent and malevolent spirits, who typically enters into a trance state during a ritual, and practices divination and healing.
Nige’s Shaman healing experience:
Normally I am a bit of a sceptic when it comes to experiences such as magical healing. Probably because I have never experienced anything to reference to and also as I was brought up to believe in science and facts that could be proven logically…..I was about to be enlightened!
When Tino (the Shaman healer) turned up at our resort room I saw a normal looking young guy, in his jeans and jacket. He was very friendly and cracked a few jokes which broke the ice, he seemed confident, friendly and just seemed like a good guy.
I really didn’t know what to expect next but decided to just go with it and see where it would take me. I took of my shirt any lay on the bed, we talked about my cancer briefly in terms of where the tumours where and of course where the big one was. He explained that my tumour was like a hard mass, like a rock and that he was going to soften it so it would make it easier for my body to get rid of. He told me he was going to concentrate my tumour with healing light energy and that he wanted me to focus on the tumour as well and imagine white light coming down from my head chakra that would flow into the tumour at the same time as he was working on it. I have done a bit of meditation over the last few months so had experienced white light and felt I could do as he asked. He put his hand over my lungs and moved straight to my upper left lung where the main tumour is, he described the position and size of my tumour perfectly. He started to apply a firm pressure directly on the spot and then asked me to do my bit and to imagine the tumour on fire, burning and melting away. After a while he asked me if I could feel the heat in my lungs, I tried to feel this sensation but couldn’t feel much beside the immense pressure he was applying. He continued for longer and asked me again, this time I could feel this warmth consuming my left lung which then flowed across to my right lung. He told me I had a strong energy and that this was working well, the spot where he was applying pressure was hot, like really hot! He continued…..I then felt the most amazing sensation, I could feel my lungs full of warmth and energy and they started to shudder or vibrate, it was quite an amazing sensation. As he finished he told me that it was good and that we had softened up the tumours in my lungs. He told me to drink what he called “king bitter” tea 2-3 times a day for the rest of my stay in Bali. Then he jumped on his scooter, returning 5 mins later with a handful of this shrub and told me to put 10 leaves in a cup of hot water and drink. It definitely had earned its name, it was incredibly bitter and was hard to drink but I managed.
During this whole thing, which lasted about an hour, Tino kept burping and spitting which was him expelling all the crap he was taking out. I asked him and he said its better out then in and suggested I do the same, it’s the body just getting it out anyway it can.
That night I woke up at 5 in the morning and vomited due to the King Bitter. It didn’t bother me much as I am used to vomiting now and figured it was my body just trying to get the shit (cancer) out of me………..
I found the whole experience quite enlightening and very believable. It was something I had never experienced before and I found Tino filled me with belief due to his confidence and actions.
Julia’s Shaman healing experience:
“Open your eyes”.
I will never forget those whispered words, spoken while a Shaman healer pushed down on key pressure points in my neck. I felt like my sense of sight was enhanced, almost like my eyes were protruding from my head. I felt like a snake. Were Tino and I in a trance together? Well yes, it kind of felt like we were. We had slipped into it without me even noticing. There are many types of healers in Bali, and Tino seems to work mostly with emotional release through “massage“. I place massage in inverted commas because it was like no massage I’d ever had. He was rough, probing, unrelenting and merciless in his pursuit to release any trapped tension he encountered. There was no embarrassment or shame, there was certainly nothing sexual about it. But at the same time it was incredibly intimate. He had asked where my main issues were, and at the time it felt like everything was up in my head. I’ve always been a “thinker” and lately I had been finding it difficult to clear the buzzing energy from this area of my body. I mean it’s always been a problem, but at that moment is was particularly irritating. Other than this, Tino knew nothing about me other than I was Nige’s main support person with regards to emotion and information, that Nige had lung cancer, and whatever else had come up in Nige’s session. I was dying to ask Nige about this but there was no time in between our sessions! Tino focused mainly on my neck and head, getting rid of all the knots, and looking for trapped emotions, mainly it seemed relating to the loss of my mother from cancer at 16. I had not mentioned my parents, he picked up “parent issues” and that it was very strong on my mother’s side without any information from me. He said that although I had many, many sad stories, I was very strong inside, like steel. Tino picked up a lot of energy in my head, which didn’t surprise me at all, it’s like a little boiler room in there. He also mentioned the tension, sadness and anxiety in my neck, which is where I do tend to hold stress, I’m always massaging it because it’s sore. He found a lump on one side of my neck, and asked me to feel it, which I did. Apparently my neck was out of alignment! Again this didn’t surprise me, as I have always felt a little lopsided. He cracked my neck 3 times before pronouncing that my neck was straight now, and sure enough the “lump” had disappeared. Tino told me he believed Nige could heal, which was nice to hear. Lastly he effectively “rebooted” my brain using pressure points, which earlier had appeared very resistant to his attempts. When I mentioned this Tino said “Oh yeah? Let’s see who wins” which I found very funny. He was extremely confident and able, and at no time did I feel unsafe, despite the intensity of the session. As with Nige’s experience, Tino burped constantly as he worked on me.
After “switching me off” he left me to it. “Just enjoy, you haven’t felt this for a long time”. He was so right.
Afterwards I felt strange, detached from body. My neck felt 2 inches longer, my eyes relaxed. I felt a little unsteady as my neck was so spongy, and my body perhaps not used to being in alignment. Tino really had switched my brain off! After the initial fear and learned habit of trying to control everything with my mind had worn off, I felt very calm and relaxed, and after a meal, quickly fell asleep, exhausted.