Bali, the power of water: my regeneration started with Meluka

There are seasons of life where, urgently, there is a need to empty yourself to re-fill. Of energy, of positive thoughts, of a new way of coping with daily life and abandoning the poisonous limits we create to our natural power. Moments when soul-body-mind need to (re) find equilibrium or to seek a new harmony to face another phase of life. My new phase began during a trip to Bali. In this little blessed island everything is magic. Magic is the energy that the earth releases, so high that you feel like you are walking while flying. Magic are the positive vibrations that you can feel in each palce and in contact with people.

Magic is the feeling of well-being that you breathe from the first light of the day that begins in the sign of thanksgiving and prayer to God. To Him and to the Universe are dedicated baskets of intertwined palm leaves, full of flowers, rice, fruits. The same ones I offered to seal one of the most transcendent and mystical experiences of my travels in the world: the “Meluka” – purification ceremony at the Tirta Empul Temple – that makes water an instrument of interior cleansing, able to wash body and spirit freeing him of  bonds and chains to restore his lightness and fullness.

Taken by the hand of Dedi – my spiritual guide who, with his wife and son, led me on this path of new awareness – I appealed to Manawa Dharmasastra and, dressed only in a sarong and underwear, I immersed myself in the fountains that give life to the Jaba Tengah, central part of the temple, where the ceremony reaches its peak. I let the water of the seven fountains designed to increase the aura of the Kundalini not only flow on my skin, but go to purify every chakra. While I was praying and directing my thoughts to the other and to God, each jet of water revitalized a specific energetic point where the sap returned to flow powerful, clear, without obstacles.

Exhausted, but pervaded by Peace, I reached the Jeroan, the innermost part of Tirta Empul where only those who pray are admitted. I burnt incense and received a blessing. An initiation path that gave me joy and new vigor. Mental and physical. An itinerary of profound personal understanding that allowed me to refocus my being in the world, giving new light to what was in the shadows. Exhausted but full of myself, reached the Hotel x that I had chosen to fully enjoy the Balinese dimension, I let myself go to sleep.

My rebirth has begun here. In this regard I read a beautiful book by Franco La Cecla, “Jet-Lag, Anthropology and other travel disorders”, in which in a sense I found confirmation of what was my feeling: “… entering the water is an extraordinary opportunity, because it alone allows a total loss of self and a re-emergence of a new and unknown self. Whoever immerse the body in the water, give to the body to a mixture of substances, prepares it for a metamorphosis; the body ceases to be an individual to become a larger mass. We are, in the water, moved by impulses that come from afar, sustained, pushed, absorbed. We mix with the substance of the world, for a moment we forget to be separated from it. … there is no substance that most strongly than water denies our separation from the universe”