Two days ago I had my third appointment with a local person considered to have healing knowledge and can maybe help me.Even though he wasn’t specifically balinese (a muslim, so probably he’s from Java), for the first time I am having a good feeling. I had 2 healer-sessions before, but I guess like with doctors in the western world it can take time to find the right one for you. He doesn’t speak a word of English, so Oki had to translate (again).
The Healer Arrives
He, the healer, was scheduled to arrive at some time between 2 and 3 pm at Okis tattoo-studio where the first treatment-session was supposed to happen. Well, in Bali time and appointments are kind of flexible, so it was no surprise to me, that 2 scooters with 3 persons arrived at 3:30 pm. One of these 3 persons was the healer.
All of us 5 said hello and sat down in the studio. All of them, including the healer, were dressed quite good and very western. I was a bit scarred, because I knew, that a big part of balinese healings are massages and the healer always has fingers made of iron and good healers know where to press. This freakin hurts!!!
I consider myself not to be a sissy, but in the 2 earlier healing sessions I had, I was literally screaming from pain. My first treatment some weeks earlier (with an old, blind man) lasted 2 hours and in the western world I am sure that a worried neighbor would have called the police because of my screams.
This healer scared the shit out of me, because he looked well exercised and like a very strong, though friendly and smart man. He didn’t spend that much time on my feet like the others did, but when he took a small bottle of oil out of his bag, I expected the worst again and I was right, he started hurting me. From my legs (with focus on my problematic left side) over my back and upper body right over to my arms, but after maybe 30 minutes he stopped.
The Healers summary after the first treatment-session
According to Okis translation, he stopped because he said he doesn’t need and want to hurt me more (yet, thank god). He also said, he felt my nerves were very hard, not soft as nerves usually appear to him and, like the 2 other healers before him, that there seems to be a problem with my blood-flow. Than he sent Okis son Wayan to buy some water. When Wayan returned with the water, he asked me to write down my name and started to sink in a deep, praying trance withe the water bottle and the paper with my name.
The End of the first treatment session
While the healer was doing that, Oki and the healers friends were still chatting, smoking and laughing next to the healer, but he obviously didn’t notice them at all. When he was done blessing the water, he asked me to drink it.
Opposite to the first 2 healers and to my relief he encouraged me to do a lot more of swimming and yoga. While his predecessors advised me not to go close to cold water, his advice was different.
Than the 3 of them were preparing to leave again with the recommendation of weekly treatments from now on. My question for his salary, he answered with “what your” (so my) “heart says” which ended up by me giving him 100k (= ca. 6 €) (which is quite okay, considering it was my first session with him.)
My summary of this, the 3rd healing session, will follow asap, stay tuned.