Posts Tagged ‘Black Magic’

Doing Sacred Work of Puri Agung

July 26, 2011

This is one of the most challenging posts I will make, I’m sure. I debated within myself whether or not to post this and I realized that, of course, I should do it because it is relaying one of the many experiences I’ve had on this beautiful island of Bali. And an experience, I might add, that has been life-changing for me, an experience I never even dreamed of. Last Thursday I received a call from one of the priests at Puri Agung. Agung is a spiritually gifted young man who has a meditation center called Puri Agung. He has several hundred “devotees” at his beautiful center near Denpasar. Agung wanted to pick me up at 11:30 that night and take me to stay at the home of one of his priests and depart early the next morning for West Bali to go with him to a kundalini yoga workshop being put on by Puri Agung. As a little background, when I met Agung last September he told me that I had the heart of the mother of the universe, that I am everyone’s mother. When Derek met Agung the day after I met him and we were leaving Puri Agung, Agung told him “take good care of your mom because she’s my mother, too.” And it has been that way with us ever since. He calls me Mama and loves to have me near him. Sooooo, off I went to Denpasar, spent the night at his priest’s home and early the next morning, off to West Bali which is a beautiful part of Bali, so far not destroyed by building big hotels like a lot of Bali has experienced. The natural beauty of Bali is spectacular, green as far as you can see, trees, plants, flowers, rice fields. But let me get back to my story.

We arrive at the site of the meditation workshop and I walk in (the only female) with Agung, his priests, and his students. Agung sits me next to him at the front of the room. There are a couple hundred people, anxiously awaiting Agung’s arrival, looking at all of us and especially me. I hear the person on the microphone saying in English, Mama Lakshmi, America, Agung Mama. He makes several announcements (everything now is in Bahasa, the local language which I only know a few social words) and then they play the Gayatri Mantra (a beautiful mantra I play in my room a lot). The attendees are instructed to stand up, put their hands in prayer position and move them to/from their hearts in a fast movement, while standing up on their toes and rocking back on their heels. (I hope I am describing this in a way you can visualize.) As they do this the energy in the room becomes greater and greater. The man on the microphone is loudly instructing everyone to “let go”, “let it go”, “release it.” Loudly. Over and over. People in the room start going into trance. Soon a woman lies on the floor, screaming, thrashing wildly, her eyes tightly closed. Agung’s people go over and hold her down, her legs, her arms. She still thrashes. It is clear she is going through something very intense. Agung instructs his priest to send me over to transmit Reiki energy to the woman. Although I was nervous, I did what Agung wanted me to do. I held my hands about 12 inches above her body and sent Reiki to her. Suddenly, someone walks over with a little bucket and the woman sits up and spits into the bucket. By this time I am thinking what the hell have I gotten myself into, this is crazy. But I stick with it and eventually the woman is out of the trance, crying. I get a towel and put some cold water on it and gently wipe her forehead, wipe away her tears, giving her love. She smiles and thanks me. I move on to the next person … and the next person … and the next person. And on and on for about 10 people. By this time my body is on fire. I went to Agung and he walked me outside in the breeze and I let him know I couldn’t do any more. Later Agung and his priests expressed what good work I had done and how proud they were of me. Of course, I had so many questions about what I had just experienced. They explained to me that in some instances Black Magic was being removed. In other instances past traumas were being removed. The people who did this very hard work on themselves looked so beautiful, radiant when it was over. Just think about how incredible it would be for you to have horrific experiences removed from your body … wow! I can’t wait to learn Bahasa because I have some really intense traumatic childhood experiences that I will be more than happy to let go ot.

I know Agung will invite me to do this work with him again and with all my heart I must say I will be so happy to do so. I love Agung very much and am so happy just to be in his presence. His energy is so powerful, so pure, so non-judgmental, so loving. I am very honored to have him in my life. Whoever comes to Bali to visit me will definitely have an opportunity to meet him.

When Marcia was here with me, we were invited to attend a new house blessing ceremony at a beautiful home Agung built near Denpasar. We had a wonderful time, meeting his wife and his children, his family, his priests were there, and his friends. As we were driving back from West Bali the other day, Agung said to me (always through translators who speak English) that when I move to Bali I can stay as his guest at his beautiful new home. I was very touched by his generosity but I lovingly declined his offer because I want to be in Ubud. He wanted me close to his Puri Agung center so I can do more meditation and yoga there. I explained that I can meet more people in Ubud to bring to his center and, in fact, he should have a center in Ubud. Since then he and his priests have come to Oka Kartini, where I am staying. They met with Oka and are in a conversation with her where she invited them to do meditation workshops here … which will be good for Oka Kartini and good for Puri Agung. My dream is coming true. I can live here with Oka and Puri Agung will come to me. I can continue to do the sacred work of Puri Agung!

I apologize for the poor quality of the attached photos. They were taken by someone with my camera while I was working with a beautiful young woman. The other photo is an overview of the people at the workshop.

The Light and the Dark of Bali

July 17, 2011

While Bali is famous for her beauty, which has been well documented and portrayed in movies, travel documentaries, and on television, there is another side to Bali that is less well known, its Dark Side. The Barong play, as portrayed in the photograph, is the story of a battle between good and evil spirits. It is the same internal struggle which each of us confronts in our daily lives. Should we do the ethical thing which may be difficult, or should we take the easy way out even though we are compromising our integrity? The battle between right and wrong, good and bad, dark and light, is eternally ongoing and challenging.

Because the beauty of Bali is so overwhelming and enchanting, when her Dark Side arises it can be devastating. Bali has literally kicked my butt this trip. Having to put two new hard drives on my computer was hard enough, but in the second week of my trip I had an attack of “Bali belly” … which I assure you was no fun. I was sick with that for a couple of days but it was nothing like the ten-day sickness I just got over. I had a really bad cough which culminated in my going to the doctor five days into being sick and being put on antibiotics and cough medicine and basically taking to my bed for the next five days. I had no appetite and all I wanted to do was sleep, sleep, sleep. And when I opened my eyes, I looked out my window onto the most beautiful orchid-filled gardens of Oka Kartini. I will talk about Oka and her gardens in a later post

I was very blessed to have my friend Marcia from California here with me. She is a retired nurse and she took excellent care of me, checking my meds, making sure I drank enough, rested enough … and basically giving me the tender care which I have missed so much in life, never having had a mother. So, in that way, my sickness was a gift. I was actually being mothered by Marcia. What an incredible experience that was for me. I am so fiercely independent, feeling like I have to do everything myself … but this time I couldn’t … and there was Marcia, so willing to be my personal nurse and in her nurturing and mothering way, making sure I was well before she got on the plane to go back to California.

Bali was saying, okay, Lakshmi, you say you want to live here. Well, we’ll just see how badly you want it. I survived Bali’s tests and I’m now halfway through my three-month holiday here. I am open and anticipating what the second half has in store for  me.

I am not going to analyze the Black Magic and White Magic which is practiced in Bali other than to say these magic spells can be used for good or bad purposes. I have personally been present to an exorcism … removing a Black Magic spell from a person’s body … and I must say it was one of the most intimate, powerful, and loving things I’ve ever experienced.

Bali, Bali, Bali … what a trip it is being here! This island has a heart and soul all its own. And the deeper I’m able to delve into the spirit of Bali, the more I love her.