{"id":131,"date":"2012-06-07T03:04:02","date_gmt":"2012-06-07T03:04:02","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/carlaimperial.com\/blog\/?p=131"},"modified":"2012-06-07T03:06:40","modified_gmt":"2012-06-07T03:06:40","slug":"the-spirits-are-alive","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/carlaimperial.com\/blog\/the-spirits-are-alive\/","title":{"rendered":"The spirits are alive…"},"content":{"rendered":"

A few days ago we were invited by our host, Agung, to attend a special Hindu ceremony at his temple, a ceremony for the Gods that happens only once a year.\u00a0 He and his family have been preparing for this ceremony for weeks, and one of the first things he said to us when he picked us up from the airport was, \u201cYou come on 4 of June to my temple for special ceremony?\u201d<\/p>\n

We were like, \u201cSure,\u201d not really understanding the significance of this invitation.<\/p>\n

Even now, I\u2019m not sure I fully understand what it was that we were a part of that morning, but I know it was special.\u00a0 To me, Bali is the most spiritual place on earth.\u00a0 To fully grasp what Hinduism means to most Balinese, you almost have to live it, because, I believe, it\u2019s more than a religion of scriptures to them.\u00a0 As a mere observer, I see their\u00a0 Hinduism interwoven in all aspects of their life\u2026art, music, dance, family and rituals.\u00a0 Although Hindu ceremonies seem to happen every day in Bali, this one was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, at least for us.<\/p>\n

The day began with a curious delivery of a pile of folded cloth to our bungalow.\u00a0 We determined that they were the special clothing we were to wear to enter the temple, but how on earth to assemble ourselves<\/em>??\u00a0 Fortunately, we found Ayu, our house caretaker, to show us exactly how to put on the clothing.\u00a0 As you can imagine, it took a bit of bribery and a few white lies (these are special Balinese princess<\/em> clothes!) to get Kai to consent to being wrapped in a sarong and a lacy long-sleeved top on a hot day.\u00a0 But when all was said and done, we were off, decked out in ceremonial garb, side-saddle on motorbikes to the temple to join Agung and his family.\u00a0 \"\"<\/a>Temples in Bali are cement walled-in structures with open-air patios and shrines inside, and it seems like there\u2019s one on every corner.\u00a0 During festivals and ceremonies, they are transformed into beautiful, colorful, elaborately decorated offerings to the Gods.\u00a0 Prior to a ceremony, you\u2019ll see women congregating around a temple, making hundreds of offerings and decorations from hand, from palm leaves, flowers, fruit\u2026<\/p>\n

When we got to the temple, Agung led us to sit down on the cement floor to wait with everyone for the priests to process into the temple.\u00a0 There were dance performances by young children to offer thanks to the Gods.\u00a0 Then, the prayers were \"\"led by the priests, which was most fascinating to watch.\u00a0 Each person had a small tray of offerings in front of them.\u00a0 Incense was passed around to place on their trays.\u00a0 Then, as the priest called out, each person would take something from their tray, like a flower, and hold it up with clasped hands to pray.\u00a0 When they were done praying, they put the flower in their hair.\u00a0 This \u2018dance with the Gods\u2019 was repeated until all of the offerings on their tray were offered up.<\/em>\u00a0 The morning was brimming with ritual.\u00a0 More than an hour had passed on the hard cement floor, and although my back had turned into a mess of spasms, I could somehow transcend above the pain in a room saturated with prayer.\u00a0 I eventually took our restless daughter home for lunch while Megan stayed for the rest of \"\"the ceremony, almost two hours more.\u00a0 Megan came home, glowing, blessed by holy water, with rice pieces pasted to her forehead.\u00a0 Being the mature 49 year-old that I am, I tried to take them off because they distracted me while she was telling me about the ceremony, but she calmly stated, \u201cLeave them.\u00a0 They\u2019re significant.\u201d<\/p>\n

That was it.\u00a0 It was a most significant day.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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