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Monday, July 25, 2005

When Hindus go to the Beach (Jonathan)

Machines and life move together here in Bali, a unanimity that is dangerous and beautiful. A lot of danger turns to beauty here as beauty becomes the norm. We just attended an event that is part of a larger celebration (what event isn't). This one was amazing. The great Barong Dog (giant mythical dog/god with a dragon-like face and snapping jaws) and some other deities--huge, ornate, beautiful representatives of Nyuh Kuning's pantheon--were taken in a grand procession to the beach. Included were the Barong, two huge square shouldered Gods (?), the live Gurus and priests or mankus that channel the wishes of the gods, and all of the thrones, temporary temples, necessary offerings, gamelan orchestras and the 50 or so cars, trucks, motorbikes and all the attendant traffic police and local muscle needed for their day at the beach. Oh, and us two whities. The beach, east of Ubud on the coast, has a fantastic surf today. One might think Bali was listening, making sure she put on a good show.
The scene is incredible. 200 villagers--probably most of Nyuh Kuning--are dressed in elegant sarongs and head dresses as are the thrones and statues lined up facing the shore. Waves tumble in, 2 gamelan troupes play simultaneously, ancient plays are acted out, prayers are fervently offered, blessings are showered on all present and we finally get some rice to stick on our heads. Then the whole thing is moved back 40 miles to Nyuh Kuning. Just before leaving the gods are carried to the ocean's edge. I watch this part with great interest because the act of carrying these statues gives them an animation, makes them look alive and appreciative. As they turn away from the beach to be carried back to their temple home I can see their eyes and they look like anyone looks when they have to leave the beach, kind of sad and satisfied, a bit forlorn but happy just the same. They have been feted, the Hindu romp on the beach has been a success. Time to start the 50 year clock again. I want to drag my 96 year old butt to Bali for the next one!

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