She was the embodiment of Kuan Yin. Dancing majestically amongst us, and we like clumsy hand maidens, were dancing to music that was alien yet strangely familiar. As we danced eyes closed minds empty, she moved amongst us, blowing Universal energy straight from the Cosmo’s into us. Each exhalation taking us deeper into the altered state. On we danced feeling freer and lighter with every movement. I began to feel that I was on the bottom of the Ocean, like an Anemone my arms had become frilly tentacles ebbing and flowing with the waves. Then I smelt the familiar scent all around me and part of me realised she was close by. Her hand caught mine and our fingers entwined, and we were together as one floating through space and time. Ancient, yet young. Weightless and free. Eternal. Her energy body white and filling the room, mingling with mine, my own expanding outwards to meet hers. Our earthly bodies’ just vehicles for our souls, in this dance, fully present in the now.
Then she was gone, moved by spirit to someone else. And I was back in the Ocean. Ebbing and flowing. Aware of the others movements around me. Belonging in the moment, feeling the love.
And now again the familiar scent and she was back, this time behind me blowing into the back of my head and stroking her hand down my spine. My body felt liquid as though it was really only a column of water supported by the energy flowing around me. Then she moved in front of me and her hand brushed over what was left of my right breast, very gently and subtly, hardly touching me at all. I felt loved by something so much bigger than me or her. I felt the compassion of the universe flow from her hands into my body. I felt so free and happy, like a small child dancing with her mother. I knew I had a huge smile on my face and with renewed energy I continued my dance with my small group of friends. We had gathered here through some strange compulsion that led each of us to say yes to my friend’s invitation to join her on her return to Bali to meet this woman along with other healers and to join in with their ritual ceremonies. We had no idea of what to expect and I certainly went with an open mind, grateful that I had survived the radical medical treatments I had undergone just a few months earlier. And now at last, here we were each of us in our own Trance Dance each weaving energy , our own and one another’s, creating a massive whirlpool of energy so tangible that you could almost see it through your closed eyes. It all felt so natural, so normal, no one feeling embarrassed or awkward. Just trusting and allowing our bodies to move with the music and freeing our spirits to embrace what was unfolding. We had entered’ Niskala’, the inner unseen energy underlying the pageant and ceremony in Balinese Hinduism. We were separate yet one, powerful, yet compassionate, huge yet tiny. We truly were light workers and sky walker’s.