Healing Towards Divinity.

Via on Feb 13, 2012
Girl Praying. Photo Courtesy of Flickr

I can’t seem to get away from the water as of late. The sound of it, the thought of it, being inside of it, sitting next to it, water, water, water. It’s all my insides want right now. I’ve been visiting my secret spot near the river more often than usual and swimming daily in the pool.

The other day I went to Pura Tirtha Empul. Also known as the Temple of Holy Water or the Purification Temple. It’s been there for centuries, first built in 926 A.D. You can imagine the shakti of this place. The vibration was high, pure, magnetic, clarifying. I went with the intention to purify.

I woke up that morning with an intense desire, an inner yearning to go. I had read of it in Sondra Ray’s newsletter and it seemed to be something that I’d want to do and participate in. I was just waiting for the perfect time to go, I guess. From the moment my eyes opened, my soul was practically screaming at me to go to the temple. The day prior I had been doing my own self-purification rituals with prayer and yellow coconuts. Everything was all leading up to that moment. “Ok, ok, I’m listening. Let’s go!”

So off we went. A 50 km motorbike ride from Ubud to Pura Tirtha Empul. I stopped every few kilometers to make sure I was going in the right direction. Getting lost in the jungle of Bali is a real heavy maze to get out of. I learned that lesson already and I don’t ever want to repeat it. What I’ve been doing—and it really seems to work– is saying the location of the place I want reach as a question. Usually, the response is a finger pointing towards a certain direction. The thing about it here is that even though they don’t know the answer, they’ll make one up, so you think they know. You’ve gotta ask a few people to average out back to the correct answer. Every few kilometers seem to do the trick.

I get to Pura Tirtha Empul with ease, a peaceful and sunny day it was. I bought a sarong and scarf to wrap around my waist — the traditional Balinese garb. I like to blend in as much as possible with my surroundings, especially in heavy tourist areas, as my face is a dead giveaway.

Offerings. Photo Courtesy of Flickr.

I brought my tea canister with me. The metal one with lotus flowers on it. One of my friends got it for me for my birthday a few years ago. I’m so happy I packed it with me — I use it everyday and I get to think of her. I wanted to fill it up with water I’d be in to use later during ceremony or puja. I thought about taking my blue bottle — another birthday present from two of my friends back home, the one that says love on it with three hearts merging as one—but it’s glass and I didn’t want it to break on the way there. My friends know me… I love my water, I love my tea.

I’m about to walk in as I say a prayer and get clear on my intentions on what I wish to invoke. I observe the space around me of what I am now about to experience. I realize that I am the only Westerner, although my Eastern face and demeanor always seem to help in situations like these. They received me. We were all there to do the same thing, purify. Clean our bodies, clean our minds to get closer to Spirit. To remember One.

The temple is shaped in a rectangle of sorts, with spouts of water that run along one side. The people congregate and form a line as we all wait our turn to get under each spout. The water comes up to about waist high. You walk, stop, pray, cleanse then go to the next one. What I love about external rituals is that they are designed to have the potency and potential to strengthen and solidify what it is that is already happening inside of you.

There were men, women, children, elders, infants, every age group you could imagine, at all different stages of life, gathered together to set the intention in this way. To pray, chant, meditate, bless and take this ritual as an acknowledgement of their life on this planet. Om Namah Shivaya.

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A very humbling and timely event for me as this week has unfolded to be quite traumatic, in the physical sense. I woke up the morning I was supposed to leave for the Gili Islands with a strange insect bite on my bottom lip. As soon as I landed on Gili Air, my lip started reacting and swelling up to at least eight times the normal size, burning and feeling as if it were about to explode. My lip was massive, HUGE and purple. And for those of you that know me, you know my lips aren’t that big and I have an abnormal range for pain tolerance. I haven’t felt that much physical pain in years, more than a decade; I forgot what it felt like. I went through a panic attack, heart rate as well as mind as I observed the pain move through different parts of my body. My nervous system was screaming on the inside, I could feel my nerves freaking out, sending pain signals to my brain. What an awful feeling, those pain signals.

Pura Tirtha Empul. Photo Courtesy of Flickr.

I eventually went to Lombok, the nearest island with Western medicine. I had to take a boat, to then transport via two-hour car ride to arrive at the emergency room. I was trying to prevent myself from receiving any type of medication, but when the pain kept increasing, well I finally just gave in. Thank God for Western medicine in cases of emergency and instant pain relief. Not for everyday living, but good for drastic situations. Riding in the car to Lombok was the first time I had the thought of missing living in the framework of the United States. If I was in the US, it would’ve taken moments to receive medical attention, especially pain pills, I bet my neighbor would even have some. They gave me a shot blended with antihistamine, steroids and cortisone and the pain in my lip started to relieve. I had to accept that to get relief, I was going to have to receive chemicals into my body. Anyway, the car ride through Lombok was beautiful but it definitely is not Bali.

I came back to Bali and this recovery thing has been in the process of getting worse before it gets better. Being in pain really is debilitating. I haven’t really been able to speak as moving my lip brings too much attention to the acuity. I forgot what pain felt like. It has been a truly humbling experience for me. I understand this notion of pain on a more intimate level. My container to hold compassion and understanding is growing. Pain, injury and trauma are such great teachers.

It has allowed for me to care and nurture myself in a way I never have before and you know what I am most grateful for? It has allowed to me to really s l o w d o w n. It’s given me the opportunity to see where in my life am I moving too fast—cos when your body’s in pain, you just have to sit there. If you move it gets worse. The mind doesn’t have the power to move the body anymore. When there is physical block, it forces you to sit with it til it heals and goes away. And until you sit with it, it will keep on coming back.

Let Me Be Light.

This whole experience has given me the chance to see, where in my life can I even more fully heal? Where in my life are my tendencies to move faster to avoid being here? Where in my life can I slow my pace and really be here now? What within me needs my immediate attention to shift and transcend to the moment? Where am I repeating unconscious patterns that are impeding the full presence in my life? That’s what I’m interested in. How can not only I, but also we– as an entire human race– evolve, heal and grow into who we are today, not yesterday. How can we change our unconscious habits into conscious intention of all actions? How can we discover who we really are by the enfoldment of each day? A deeper healing is in the midst of taking place. Life always gives us the opportunities. In conjunction to the inner dialogue I’m doing a cleanse to physically clean my internal body. You can begin to imagine all what is coming up. Life is full of surprises. It’s important to do the healing in all the different areas. But it’s only important if you care about that sort of thing. And since you’re reading this, you apparently do.

Please always come back to your sadhana, your spiritual practice. Please, please, please find something that serves in your solace and understanding. Please practice something, anything. It is the only way we will ever be able to fully heal as a species. Not only for our human race but also for our planet.

In other news, my KITAS is just about finished. It’s in the final stages of processing, a few more weeks before I get to start working legally. Talk about patience– sitting, waiting, knowing it’s going to happen but not knowing when it’s going to happen. It’s been a crazy ride. Still is. I am looking forward to teaching public classes again and sharing the yoga with all of you!

God Light at Dusk.

Lokah Samastah Sukhino Bhavantu. May all beings be free from pain and suffering. Om Shanti Shanti Shanti. Peace Peace Peace. OM.

~ Other stories by Chloe ~ The Power of Love, Satya, Follow Your Heart, You Are Perfect.

About Chloe Park

Chloe Park is an Artist, Spiritual Teacher, Holistic Healing Practitioner, Life Coach, Social Change Activist and Ethnobotanist. A traveling Healer and Teacher, she roams the Earth to share her message: unconditional love, self-healing and awakening. She uses the medium of writing, holistic healing, medicinal plants, yoga and meditation to help all those along the Path to attain harmony with mind, body and spirit. She is devoted to facilitating the space for Healing, Love and Truth and is passionate about bringing ancient practices and tradition into the modern times we live. Her intention with her writing is to offer Q&A for all those who are engaged in the dialogue. Chloe also writes for MindBodyGreen, Healthline, WorldLifestyle, and Yahoo Shine!. To stay connected with her current projects, retreats, teachings and traveling schedule, find her on Facebook: www.facebook.com/chloeparkhealing or visit her website: www.chloeparkhealing.com. Spiritual counseling and life coaching sessions with Chloe are available via Skype. May we all wake up together. ॐ

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