4 ~ a call for purification: mantras, signals and the power of MamaBali

Since a few Sundays ago, I go to sing kirtans in the morning with, no doubt, the most authentic kirtan practitioner in the island: Babaji. An Indian Sikh Priest that has been singing kirtans for more than sixty years. His wisdom, his presence, cannot be compared. Every Sunday is a transforming experience.

Today we sang a mantra that he described as very powerful and that invited to look inside. And that was exactly what happened. During the repetition I could see with clarity the darkness I had been carrying for the last months. An energetic weight that, even when I already felt it, I had not recognized fully.

Because, beyond the precautions I take when I do deep readings or energetic calibrations — when I come into contact with the other person’s energy — sometimes it is not enough. In this type of work, one becomes a channel, an accompanist, but also gets exposed. Those of us with more permeable energy can absorb with ease residues from others, even when we believe we are protected.

Today, during the kirtan, I understood I was loaded with energies that do not belong to me. And in that moment of lucidity, I received a clear message: I needed to purify myself in natural waters, waters that run, that drag, that clean. Not a shower, not a pool. Living water. Water of the earth.

I started searching in my mind a proper place. The waterfalls I know were too far, but I remembered some traditional Balinese public baths in the side of a mountain. There runs pure water from a pipe, that comes directly from the mountain. The locals go there to bathe. I felt excited with this solution, so close, because I almost didn’t have to move away from my way home.

When I arrived so quick to the “pipes” I thought to explore a bit more. I followed the path and at the end there was another fountain where a local man was finishing his bath, I saw his soap and other things on the ground. This detail helps to understand the way of life of many of them, who live without showers in their houses, so they still use these natural water sources since centuries ago. From there I could also see the cascade and the river below, a bit far. The man told me how to go, and in only two minutes going down by a bit steep path, I found the river. The force of the water was amazing. That part of the river was crossed side to side by a little cascade of 50–80 centimeters high.

I was alone. Surrounded by vegetation, like inside a jungle. I walked slow, testing the riverbed until I found a safe point. When I was ready, I got into the current preparing myself for what I knew was going to happen.

The water was pushing me with strength. I had to hold like in a rowing machine. But then started the real experience. The water was hitting my back with such power that it felt like uncountable massage hammers. I looked back: my skin was red for the intensity of the pressure. But it didn’t hurt. It was healing. I felt how it crossed me, as if my body was permeable and the water could go through me cleaning inside.

I stayed with eyes closed, giving thanks, visualizing all what that water was taking away. Dense energy, others’ burdens, old memories. There was no resistance possible to that force of nature.

When I felt that the lower part of my body was already clean, I put my head under. I placed my crown directly under the cascade. It was like being inside a living fountain, a torrential rain on my mind. It was hard to hold. I was sure if I let go my feet, the current would drag me into the river.

It was amazing. I felt how also my head was cleaned, like if an invisible layer dissolved. I felt light, hard to explain. When I started to feel cold I decided it was time to leave the water.

And one thing that was happening all the time, and for a moment I thought “are they doing this on purpose?” There were two or three swallows, I don’t know if they were swallows, but they looked like swallows, white chest, swallow wings, flying very fast, gliding between those green cliffs, going down to the river, up again, passing so close, very close to me, many times. One of them even passed between my face and my shoulder. “This is too much” I thought in good mood, because it looked like it was going to hit my face. It was a spectacular moment, spectacular…

I recorded some videos where I encourage everybody to be in contact with nature, 
to be in contact with nature, 
to be in contact with nature.
Being in contact with nature saves us,
saves us and heals us. 

Let’s take consciousness of the healing power that nature has over us in any of its forms. I insist, in any of its forms. Rocks, trees, sand, the beach, the river, a green plain, a dry plain. Nature heals us with its atmosphere, with its air, with its vegetation, with its food, with its animals.
Let’s be compassionate. Let’s be in contact, beyond our beloved cats and dogs, with the rest of animals, all of them. Every living being on this earth can connect with us like we do with cats and dogs. There are exceptions, of course, but let’s not go there. Dogs, cows, pigs, hades... Outside the conventional way of life that we have, if we were naked in nature, no animal, apart from the natural predators that we have, we are in that chain, but beyond that, we would be in contact with all the rest. 

When I was coming back I walked surrounded by different butterflies types here and there.
I gave thanks and I give thanks for the message to go and clean myself in natural waters, thank you. 
If you are connected with nature, 
and with this island,
 if you are connected with her, 
the island challenges you, 
but the island also heals you.