<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16283977</id><updated>2012-02-06T12:14:17.708+08:00</updated><category term='Ceremony'/><title type='text'>Bali The Last Paradise on Earth!</title><subtitle type='html'>It is one of the 13,677 islands within the Indonesian archipelago that stretches over 5000 km along the equator, between the Indian and Pacific oceans. With its only 140 km length and 80 km width, Bali is well known all over the world for its coral fringed beaches, lush tropical forests, hot springs, volcanoes, mountainous landscapes all waiting to be explored. It’s named as Island of God, Morning of the world, Island of thousands temples and lately was named as island of Love.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueta.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16283977/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueta.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Wayan Sueta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00543652141255912836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MK3or5FwX00/TJ9Ugl3KdTI/AAAAAAAAAW0/1wmAQDTkrEU/S220/spider.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16283977.post-8945289272556427282</id><published>2012-02-06T12:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T12:14:17.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wayan Sueta Guest House</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-St5bjhRHFGA/Ty9S3r8V4TI/AAAAAAAAAaM/R-Aocj8Ukqw/s1600/DSCN0481.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-St5bjhRHFGA/Ty9S3r8V4TI/AAAAAAAAAaM/R-Aocj8Ukqw/s320/DSCN0481.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Our little wooden house is built in our family compound with stunning outdoor shower. Staying with us will allow you to experience a life in small village and it is offering you a great outdoor's activities such as hiking and biking through green paddy field and quiet villages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qrfySHetqEU/Ty9S71V6wjI/AAAAAAAAAac/q0cm2EuI9Hs/s1600/DSCN0500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qrfySHetqEU/Ty9S71V6wjI/AAAAAAAAAac/q0cm2EuI9Hs/s320/DSCN0500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are located in the middle of the local farm that are rich of coconut, cocoa and many other tropical fruit trees. there is a beautiful river named Ayung only 15 minutes walk from our home. A beautiful rice paddies is only 5 minutes walk and you can have a fabulous walk in the morning or afternoon along this quiet paddy field enjoying the great scenery and get a great view over the mountain range of Bali as well as the great Volcano of Mount Agung, the most sacred to the Balinese Hindu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4BzEdSXxruM/Ty9Sz0PMixI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/3SRkzLqz1Ok/s1600/IMG_0877.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4BzEdSXxruM/Ty9Sz0PMixI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/3SRkzLqz1Ok/s320/IMG_0877.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house is surrounded by our rich tropical garden with beautiful plants and flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0kmZw4Hn8Fo/Ty9S2O19N1I/AAAAAAAAAaE/uTFOjIbSiVY/s1600/IMG_0878.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0kmZw4Hn8Fo/Ty9S2O19N1I/AAAAAAAAAaE/uTFOjIbSiVY/s320/IMG_0878.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q2Vr-90LXIo/Ty9S6GYfjkI/AAAAAAAAAaU/hq8AS6n4iVc/s1600/DSCN0482.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q2Vr-90LXIo/Ty9S6GYfjkI/AAAAAAAAAaU/hq8AS6n4iVc/s320/DSCN0482.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Search Google --&gt;
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For the Balinese Hindu we also have our New Year which is called Nyepi, A Day of Silence.&lt;br /&gt;Nyepi is a day to make and keep the balance of nature. It is based on the story of when King Kaniska I of India was chosen in 78 A.D. The King was famous for his wisdom and tolerance for the Hinduism and Buddhism societies. In that age, Aji Saka did Dharma Yatra (the missionary tour to promote and spread Hinduism) to Indonesia and introduce the Saka year.&lt;br /&gt;The ceremonies and celebrations before and after Nyepi day:&lt;br /&gt;Melasti or Mekiyis or Melis (three days before Nyepi)Melasti is meant to purify the pratima ( Temple Effigies) or arca or pralingga (statue), with symbols that help to concentrate the mind in order to become closer to God. The ceremony is aimed to clean all nature and its content and also to take the Amerta (the source for eternal life) from the ocean or other water resources (lake, river, Natural Spring etc). Three days before Nyepi, all the effigies are carried in a colorful procession to the nearby natural springs, lake or the sea for purification before they are place on the Bale Agung (Great Pavilion) in the Village temple. The villagers come and bring their own offerings for prayers every single day until the New Year’s Eve where the effigies will be returned to the temple that they are belong to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MK3or5FwX00/R9O3pryNg1I/AAAAAAAAAGc/0cxS00i95uc/s1600-h/P3060076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175682323534676818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MK3or5FwX00/R9O3pryNg1I/AAAAAAAAAGc/0cxS00i95uc/s320/P3060076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tawur Kesanga (the day before Nyepi)Exactly one day before Nyepi, all villages in Bali hold a large exorcism ceremony at the main village cross road, the meeting place of demons. The villagers which are dominated by the younger generation including children construct and build the Ogoh-ogoh (Terrifying Effigies). They are carried in a parade for warding off the evil spirits from their neighborhood. It is symbolizing the exorcism. The Parade is held all over the island of Bali after the sun goes down. Bleganjur, a Balinese Musical Instruments are played to accompany the parades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shim1.shutterfly.com/procgserv/47b8dd27b3127cce9854a20f5b2000000047108AZN2TJu2Ztb"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyepi ( Highlight of the Festival)On the Nyepi day itself, every street on the island is quiet, nobody doing their normal daily activities. There are only Pecalangs (traditional Balinese security man) who controls and checks for street security. Bali is shut down for 24 hrs, it is including our only International airport, Denpasar. Nyepi is a day of silence, fasting and meditation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngembak Geni (the day after Nyepi)Ngembak is the day after Nyepi is the opposite of Nyepi Day, where the island’s life is back to normal with cars and people on the streets. Everyone go out and socialize.&lt;br /&gt;From the religious and philosophy point of view, Nyepi is a day of self introspection and contemplation to decide on values of the sense of humanity, love, patience, kindness, etc., that should be kept forever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Search Google --&gt;
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It surrounded by mountain with its beautiful terrace field on its side. Mots of the people are still practicing traditional rice farming, ploughing the field helped by the cows and all the planting and harvesting are done by hand. The villagers are still living in a very traditional ways. The whole day they would spend it on the field doing their farming to produce food for their family. Kids are diligently helping their parents doing a little work on the field or cutting the grass for their cattle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women are patching water from the nearby natural spring and carry it home on their head for cooking and drinking water, picking up fire woods as most of the cooking are still done in traditional wooden stoves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The village life is absolutely a contrast of the life in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Amed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; which has been so much different over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;the last few years because of the tourism facilities development where its people have been adopting much of the western influences and modernisation, but the traditional way of life that's still exist in this village is truly offering much more peace and harmony to our spirit, a peaceful and tranquil place for the body and soul.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MK3or5FwX00/Rvi_n61PHZI/AAAAAAAAAFU/4gv79sNnRBs/s1600-h/P3090041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114048069407546770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MK3or5FwX00/Rvi_n61PHZI/AAAAAAAAAFU/4gv79sNnRBs/s320/P3090041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Little girl carrying a piece of firewood to home from the field.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MK3or5FwX00/Rvi_n61PHaI/AAAAAAAAAFc/LGGe1XaSDhA/s1600-h/P3090045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114048069407546786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MK3or5FwX00/Rvi_n61PHaI/AAAAAAAAAFc/LGGe1XaSDhA/s320/P3090045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Girls are busy cutting the grass to feed the cows that are used to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;plough&lt;/span&gt; the field for growing rice.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MK3or5FwX00/Rvi_oK1PHbI/AAAAAAAAAFk/xfhHzjwkYms/s1600-h/P3090049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114048073702514098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MK3or5FwX00/Rvi_oK1PHbI/AAAAAAAAAFk/xfhHzjwkYms/s320/P3090049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Two little girls are carrying the grass on their head, heading home.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MK3or5FwX00/Rvi-sK1PHYI/AAAAAAAAAFM/B37dK8Xw-48/s1600-h/P3090050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114047042910363010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MK3or5FwX00/Rvi-sK1PHYI/AAAAAAAAAFM/B37dK8Xw-48/s320/P3090050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Grandmother carrying stack of firewoods and green for the pig.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MK3or5FwX00/Rvi9461PHWI/AAAAAAAAAE8/xvRYPF7hdSs/s1600-h/P3090038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114046162442067298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MK3or5FwX00/Rvi9461PHWI/AAAAAAAAAE8/xvRYPF7hdSs/s320/P3090038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Man busy ploughing the field for growing rice, helped by the cows.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MK3or5FwX00/Rvi95K1PHXI/AAAAAAAAAFE/fhCdRH63IF8/s1600-h/P3090040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114046166737034610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MK3or5FwX00/Rvi95K1PHXI/AAAAAAAAAFE/fhCdRH63IF8/s320/P3090040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Girls are cutting the grass along the irrigation canals along the paddy field for the cows.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MK3or5FwX00/Rvi8661PHVI/AAAAAAAAAE0/xtW-k4ow0NU/s1600-h/P3090036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114045097290177874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MK3or5FwX00/Rvi8661PHVI/AAAAAAAAAE0/xtW-k4ow0NU/s320/P3090036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MK3or5FwX00/Rvi6wa1PHTI/AAAAAAAAAEk/12o8qVvRSW8/s1600-h/P3090034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114042717878295858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MK3or5FwX00/Rvi6wa1PHTI/AAAAAAAAAEk/12o8qVvRSW8/s320/P3090034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Search Google --&gt;
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We have many castor trees that normally grow along the fences of our farms. None of us was having any detergent to make bubble at the time as it was very expensive and our parents will not allow us to use it for playing and having fun with it. We love making bubble and we are using the sap of the castor trees to create our bubble and we had much fun making our own bubble with the sap of the tree as there are so much growing in our village so we never run out of it in making our bubbles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just picked the stem of the leaf and broke it, but still having a little bit of the skin of the stem left to create the little hole where we can blow the sap to create the bubbles. From one stem we can create hundreds of bubbles but it depends on how good that you broke it and how good that you blow it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you will ever visit Bali, let me teach you making your own bubbles from the castor tree’s sap and you are going to have lots of fun. I often teach my tours clients to make their own bubbles and they are all having great fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I love to demonstrate my bubble's making from the sap of the Castor oil Trees. 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It was a woman who died and is being cremated today.&lt;br /&gt;The cremation tower was about 90 feet tall and there were also couple wooden sarcophagi that were built in the shape of a black wooden bull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thousands of tourists and locals were coming to witness the grand cremation even if it was a bit sunny and hot today but they were all so excited to see the procession. I was hanging around the palace for about 4 hours to wait for the ceremony to start. It was around 1.30 PM, when they started to lift the tower to a bamboo ladder for the purpose of placing the coffin into a platform at around the middle height of the tower itself. The crowed was flocking into the area around the tower to get a close look at the people who were carrying the body onto the tower. There are three men from the royal family sitting next to the coffin all the way to the cemetery ground where they are going to cremate the body. The tower was carried by hundreds of men, and because of the weight of the tower, the procession moved slowly in between thousands of spectators who flooded the street all the way to the cemetery ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of fire trucks kept following behind the tower to spray water to the carriers of the tower to keep them cooler as the heat was not only coming from the sun but also coming from all the people who were flooding the street telephone and electric workers have taken away all the wires that were crossing the street to allow the tall tower to go through, they got the tower to the cemetery ground and people were taking the coffin off the tower to place it on the wooden bull where it is going to be blessed with the final blessing and ceremony before they start to light the fire to get the whole thing to burn into ashes. The tower was burnt separately from the body which was creating a huge flame that spread a tremendous heat around the graveyard.&lt;br /&gt;Short, it was quite a spectacle for everyone who was there to witness this rare ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MK3or5FwX00/RuFcIEjZnXI/AAAAAAAAAC0/CtBy6xon9Hk/s1600-h/ubud_cremation_9_200728.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107464746145783154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MK3or5FwX00/RuFcIEjZnXI/AAAAAAAAAC0/CtBy6xon9Hk/s320/ubud_cremation_9_200728.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;The tower is moving slowly to the cemetery ground&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MK3or5FwX00/RuFcIEjZnYI/AAAAAAAAAC8/mpCV9iVfOm4/s1600-h/ubud_cremation_9_200730.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107464746145783170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MK3or5FwX00/RuFcIEjZnYI/AAAAAAAAAC8/mpCV9iVfOm4/s320/ubud_cremation_9_200730.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MK3or5FwX00/RuFcIEjZnZI/AAAAAAAAADE/VFUyEaQbb9c/s1600-h/ubud_cremation_9_200732.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107464746145783186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MK3or5FwX00/RuFcIEjZnZI/AAAAAAAAADE/VFUyEaQbb9c/s320/ubud_cremation_9_200732.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The lit the fire on the wooden bull where the bidy is placed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MK3or5FwX00/RuFcIUjZnaI/AAAAAAAAADM/nGGOwHppgK8/s1600-h/ubud_cremation_9_200733.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107464750440750498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MK3or5FwX00/RuFcIUjZnaI/AAAAAAAAADM/nGGOwHppgK8/s320/ubud_cremation_9_200733.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MK3or5FwX00/RuFaoUjZnUI/AAAAAAAAACc/W30x0OkSf1s/s1600-h/ubud_cremation_9_200723.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107463101173308738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MK3or5FwX00/RuFaoUjZnUI/AAAAAAAAACc/W30x0OkSf1s/s320/ubud_cremation_9_200723.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Placing the body on to the tower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MK3or5FwX00/RuFaokjZnVI/AAAAAAAAACk/8GqRwaFTWNQ/s1600-h/ubud_cremation_9_200725.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107463105468276050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MK3or5FwX00/RuFaokjZnVI/AAAAAAAAACk/8GqRwaFTWNQ/s320/ubud_cremation_9_200725.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Procession starts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MK3or5FwX00/RuFaokjZnWI/AAAAAAAAACs/myMHn5scIQI/s1600-h/ubud_cremation_9_200727.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107463105468276066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MK3or5FwX00/RuFaokjZnWI/AAAAAAAAACs/myMHn5scIQI/s320/ubud_cremation_9_200727.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MK3or5FwX00/RuFZbUjZnPI/AAAAAAAAAB0/qjVMd0qCVU0/s1600-h/ubud_cremation_9_200712.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107461778323381490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MK3or5FwX00/RuFZbUjZnPI/AAAAAAAAAB0/qjVMd0qCVU0/s320/ubud_cremation_9_200712.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Men bringing the ceremonial things and the coffin onto the tower&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MK3or5FwX00/RuFZbkjZnQI/AAAAAAAAAB8/rcWCvuAo51Q/s1600-h/ubud_cremation_9_200714.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107461782618348802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MK3or5FwX00/RuFZbkjZnQI/AAAAAAAAAB8/rcWCvuAo51Q/s320/ubud_cremation_9_200714.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The tower slowly moves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MK3or5FwX00/RuFZbkjZnRI/AAAAAAAAACE/6-LW_n2lzy4/s1600-h/ubud_cremation_9_200715.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107461782618348818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MK3or5FwX00/RuFZbkjZnRI/AAAAAAAAACE/6-LW_n2lzy4/s320/ubud_cremation_9_200715.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MK3or5FwX00/RuFZb0jZnSI/AAAAAAAAACM/0qai-APv3z4/s1600-h/ubud_cremation_9_200716.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107461786913316130" style="DISPLAY: block; 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Nine layers of roof-Symbol of the heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MK3or5FwX00/RuFXoEjZnMI/AAAAAAAAABc/4L21OZFseqU/s1600-h/ubud_cremation_9_200706.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107459798343457986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MK3or5FwX00/RuFXoEjZnMI/AAAAAAAAABc/4L21OZFseqU/s320/ubud_cremation_9_200706.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wooden Bull&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MK3or5FwX00/RuFXoUjZnNI/AAAAAAAAABk/xbUXoayXwyk/s1600-h/ubud_cremation_9_200710.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107459802638425298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MK3or5FwX00/RuFXoUjZnNI/AAAAAAAAABk/xbUXoayXwyk/s320/ubud_cremation_9_200710.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Moving the tower closer to the bamboo lather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MK3or5FwX00/RuFXoUjZnOI/AAAAAAAAABs/r8Z8kM4ntes/s1600-h/ubud_cremation_9_200711.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107459802638425314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MK3or5FwX00/RuFXoUjZnOI/AAAAAAAAABs/r8Z8kM4ntes/s320/ubud_cremation_9_200711.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Black Lembu-wooden bull.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MK3or5FwX00/RuFWUUjZnII/AAAAAAAAAA8/Frnfm0To21c/s1600-h/ubud_cremation_9_200709.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107458359529413762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MK3or5FwX00/RuFWUUjZnII/AAAAAAAAAA8/Frnfm0To21c/s320/ubud_cremation_9_200709.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;View of the Bade (cremation Tower)from a distance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MK3or5FwX00/RuFWUkjZnJI/AAAAAAAAABE/ddvaq1mLsyM/s1600-h/ubud_cremation_9_200701.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107458363824381074" style="DISPLAY: block; 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It is a small village that lies on the altitude of 300 m above sea level, inhabited by about 5,000 people and divided into 7 sub-villages. Most of the people are farmers where they grow rice, corn, peanut, cocoa, coconut and other tropical fruit trees are widely grown here in the village. Our village is very self-sufficient of foods as we grow most of our food supplies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/1540/1600/BBB145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/1540/320/BBB145.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides farming, many of the people are working as craftsmen of wood carving, basket’s weaving and &lt;a href="http://sueta.shutterfly.com"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;beadworks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Starting from school children and adults are involved in the work of craftsmanship to support their life and in preserving the art itself to be passed down to the next generation. Patient and hard work are being a part of our daily life and are shown in the people artworks as a reflection of our religion and culture. Beautiful woven objects are made in everyday life like our beautiful daily offerings that is woven from a young coconut leaf. It is a way for us to express our sense of art and beauty and as a way to thank to the God for all the blessings that we have been accepting in our life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/1540/1600/BBB127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/1540/320/BBB127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our &lt;a href="http://sueta.shutterfly.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;beaded baskets&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; are an amazing and unusual handicraft with the attention to the details and designs. You have to see one of our &lt;a href="http://sueta.shutterfly.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;beaded basket's creations&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; in person, so you can appreicate its beauty and complexity. It is beautifully crafted and lovely to behold to admire the passionate craftsmenship in its creation. A peice of artwork with love, dedication and devotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your great kindness in purchasing our creations will help our fellow artisans continue this incredible art form. It will be truly great to be able to keep this wonderful art and culture alive for our next generation as an ancient treasures of human's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/1540/1600/BBB121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/1540/320/BBB121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We strongly committed to help income people for generating livelihoods, by providing employment and income opportunities, and marketing their products. We deeply consider it as a way to support the survival of traditional craft and our local artisan who have been contributing their time, effort and passion in creating these wonderful handicrafts. 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We are also welcome our customers of self-designs enquiries for your products requirements and we are going to be more than please to create them in our work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/1540/1600/BBB144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/1540/320/BBB144.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Search Google --&gt;
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It is a small village, which is known for its rice farm, coffee, clove and various kind of tropical fruit cultivation and lies on the altitude of 638 m above the sea level, it is offering a cool mountain air. &lt;strong&gt;Lemukih&lt;/strong&gt; came from a word of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lembu akeh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; means many cows, as what the story that we have heard from the local people that the village founders found lots of cows around the forest there when they first arrived at the area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We start our walk at around 11:00 AM following the dirt trails that have been used by the local farmers for centuries. The path goes through the local farming area where there are various kinds of crops grows well in a very fertile soil. Along the way we have seen only few simple houses of the farmers who are looking after the farm. We kept observing and recognizing every vegetation that we saw along the way while enjoying the stunning view of the mountain, lush river valley, spectacular rice terraces and lovely waterfall. We kept putting our step on the dirt trails, jumping over the irrigation streams where the clear water run continuously to the rice paddies which terracing down the river valley. The coconut trees grow sparsely along the dike of the rice terraces adding more beauty for the view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met a local farmer who was keeping his rice paddies from the birds, we took a rest there while enjoying the great scenery around the paddy filed and was asking him if it's possible for us to have a young coconut as he got so many coconut trees growing around his field. He was nodding and smiling then he walked to his little hut in the middle of the paddy field to get his sickle. He looked around to see one of the trees that have the best young coconut. I was lying on flat basalt on the side of the path while enjoying my clove cigarette. &lt;strong&gt;Gusti&lt;/strong&gt; and my other friend &lt;strong&gt;Nyoman&lt;/strong&gt; was waiting around the coconut tree where the old man is getting us couple young coconut. It was a great resting time for us with the fresh young coconut juice, it was so refreshing and giving us some more energy to continue our walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/1540/1600/Photo873.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/1540/320/Photo873.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After finishing our young coconut juice and giving a little tip for the old man, we then continue to walk along the dike of the yellow rice paddies down to a stream that leads us to a waterfall. We sit around for a few minutes and having some fruits that we got from a friend in the village before we started our walk. It was really wonderful to sit on the riverside and hearing the sound of the waterfall besides us. Suddenly the rain comes and we ran to a little house on the hillside facing to a lush river valley. The house was empty and we sit on a gazebo around the corner of the house, which has the view over the river valley. We were sitting there for about 15 minutes to wait for the rain stop. We could just sit right out there forever because of the spectacular view over the valley and the mountain in a distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We continued to follow the little path which was leading us to another wonderful waterfall, and the path was ended there and we had to walk back and try to find another path along the paddy field and we got to the top of the hill we saw a great view over the northern sea and it was so clear after the rain. We kept following the path and walking through few houses of the farmers and finally came out to the main street of the village. &lt;strong&gt;Gusti&lt;/strong&gt; then got a ride on a motorbike to get the car at the starting point and collecting us back. We drove back to our local friend's house where we were provided with some meal and lots of coffee. It was around 6:30 PM, I was sitting on the veranda of the house and looking up to the mountain that is so close from the house, slowly it came to a silhouette as the sun was setting behind the mountain. What a perfect day in a peaceful little village, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hiddenbali.com"&gt;Bali&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is actually still having its hidden beauty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Search Google --&gt;
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After being so busy doing all the work on the rice field, during the season of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kadasa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; they are entrusting themselves, pampering their soul and honoring the almighty spirits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full moon in the sky, without any clouds hanging around, rain is falling less and change to dry, and Fresh air. Up in the mountain area is still a little bit colder. The wind is still strongly blowing from southeast, falling off all the bloomy. Birds are busy making up their nest and mating. The cows and buffalos are starting to be getting their pregnancy, little birds are having whims on the vast golden rice paddies, and rivers with its clearly water. Entering the season of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kadasa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, the tenth month around March 25th through April 21st, Bali is really entering a clean realm of nature. Our ancestors had given a name of &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kadasa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; means clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the 12 seasons that we have in Bali, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kadasa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is the freshest and the coolest season. The sun is not too burning and the air is very fresh. The local farmers who are very sensitive with the sign from the sky, tricking this season as the right time to plant corn, peanuts, sweet potatoes and vine plantations such as beans, cucumber, pumpkins, etc. it is also a great time to plant flowers and articulated plants such as bamboos and sugarcane. During this season the plantations are rarely got the oily dew. The people who love to produce honey, it’s also the right time to hang the beehive where the honeybee would be easily come and stay in it. Shortly it is a happy season for the farmers in Bali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/1540/1600/Image00002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/1540/320/Image00002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;During the season of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kadasa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is believed that the gods are descending up in the mountains enjoying the beauty of the nature. It is the season that mostly blessed by the gods, and it is considered that the earth is the closest to the planet of the gods, moreover when it is full moon in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These beliefs, which make the Balinese people, are making religious devotion to the gods during the season. It is the time when the farmers are having their holiday as they have just done with the rice harvest, they have no work except cutting the grass for their cows, and then they will be deep in their religious activities. It is a long holiday for the Balinese, which means having worship and pampering the souls after working hard for 12 seasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not strange during this season, Bali is deep into serenity of their ritual ceremonies with waving of religious chanting, and jingling of the priest’s bells conducting the ceremony is slitting the silence of the villages, gently sounds of Gamelan are like inviting the gods to descend from the heaven. In some villages, the people are conducting a specific ceremony to honor the goddess of the fertility. Bali is becoming a real theater of the great heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this season, at the mother temple of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Besakih&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;/on the feet of &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mount Agung&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, we have a great ceremony to worship the god and goddess that’s descending on the mountains from the heaven, and the feet of this mountain is becoming the main destination for the Balinese to pay their homage to the almighty gods. It is becoming the orientation of the free time, and as a place to pray to the mountain gods as the goddess of the fertility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In some of Bali’s spiritual literatures, mountain is becoming the source of the prosperity. Mountains are the center and the main source of all the fertility and prosperity that flows down through the rich farms of the villages. If the mountains are bold, water stops running, rivers would be dried up, rice paddies would be gone and at the end starving will attack the people, civilization would be dissolved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all on the entire world have the same duty to preserve our environment, mountains and forest as the source of the life. Let’s stick together to create this world as the most beautiful, peaceful and harmonious place in the entire universe. I am sending you my warmest greeting from the island of gods “ &lt;strong&gt;BALI&lt;/strong&gt;”.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Search Google --&gt;
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It is very well known and well astonished around the world, and now it is getting pushed aside among the mega development on the island. Productive rice field is getting less because it has been taken over for houses, hotel development, golf courses, etc. we can imagine what Bali is going to be without its spectacular rice terrace view. Our next generation will only see the beauty of Bali’s famous rice terrace view from all the postcards and documentary photograph that have been taken by the tourists who by chance have visited this island of thousand temples. There will be no more stories about Bali’s famous irrigation system, scarecrows for keeping the birds away, duck shepherd who always come and feeding their ducks with the left over rice from the harvesting, and the whims of the local people during the harvesting time. Well, let’s take a look at a light story below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once long time ago, there was an old rice farmer who lives in a small village on the island of Bali. He was died at the age of 96 years old. He was spending his entire life working on the rice field to do rice farming. Even when he was born, it was in a little hut in the middle of the rice field amongst the sniffing of the cows and the chicken’s crowing. His childhood, teenager, adult, after married, having children, grandchildren, and great grandchildren he was spending by being a rice farmer. He was really devoting his entire life of being a rice farmer. He is almost being on the field the whole day or even till late at night to look after his irrigation system to make sure that everything is going right. He was still picking up tomatoes from his garden five hours before he was leaving this world forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/1540/1600/ancut_gunung_72.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/1540/320/ancut_gunung_72.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Of course there was nothing really special about this old rice farmer died. After the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kulkul&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;(the wooden bell) in the village was beaten, it’s forwarding the news to the entire villagers that an old guy has finished his duty in this real world and now is heading to the next world. The whole villagers were coming to his home to prepare the entire thing for his cremation ceremony, and then his body was cremated in a very simple cremation ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the death of that old poor rice farmer was becoming unusual when his soul went to get an eternal union with the almighty god. On the front of the heaven’s door, all the heavenly angles and the brave handsome heaven’s soldiers welcomed him. They were welcoming this old rice farmer’s soul with a great happiness and praiseworthy songs. Surely it made this poor guy being so astonished by the great welcoming ceremony as during his life he had never treated that way. And behind himself, there was a soul of the high priest was on his turn to enter the heaven, but the heaven’s soldiers got on his way and said,” &lt;em&gt;you have to go through the interrogation room". &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That priest was having his protest to the soldiers as he had devoted almost a half of his life for the sake of the spiritual glory of the human being in the real world. If we try to compare the poor rice farmer, of course that priest that should go to heaven without any interrogation or inspection. The soldiers told him that the poor rice farmer was an honest, innocent, simple and never complaining even protesting. His entire life’s energy and work he had devoted for the sake of the human being. But the priest himself, before he was becoming a priest, he was a common human being who had ever cheated his friends, cheating his business partner and it was enough making other people annoyed. He was not paying off his debt to the others, so that he has to be interrogated before entering the heaven. He has to responsible to his behavior during his life. That was the excuses of the soldiers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old rice farmer was being confused, so the main reason of a good deed and glory in the heaven and the real world was not really the same. He was the one that working hard on the filed to provide food for the sake of the prosperity of the human being then the reward of his hard work he’s now enjoying it in the heaven. What a long journey and time that he had to go through in receiving all the reward of his good &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;karma&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for almost a hundred years of living on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above story is surely not trying to convince people that the only way to go to the heaven is being a rice farmer. It’s also without any intention of overrating the task and function of the farmers. But among the Balinese community, farmers are the poor people where lack and hardship, subordination, honest, and strenuous are always filling their lives. They are the people who always consider life as a work. Selling their crops besides what they need in providing food for their family, they never have an intention to get multiple profits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, aren’t there many rich farmers? Instantly those Clove, coffee and vanilla farmers. Honestly, they are not a genuine farmer anymore, but they have been acting more like a merchant that always emphasize a multiple profits. If we hold up to the above story, the deities of god who are judging the souls in the heaven, they are surely having a curtain rule and definition for this group of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/1540/1600/ancut_gunung_75.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/1540/320/ancut_gunung_75.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However for the Balinese people, a strong friendship among the farmers, individually and as group are very strong. Every rice farmer is a member of the Subak, a group of very religious social-economy that’s traditional farmers. Anywhere around the world, there must be a group of farmers but the Balinese Subak is known to be very unique with its religious principle. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Subak&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; is also being admired for its comparative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were thousands of scientist have come to Bali to examine the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Subak&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; system. There are so many theses and dissertations were made from the examination. The &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Subak’s doctrine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and theory have become a form and model for the group of rice farmers in South East Asian countries and Africa, and &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Subak&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; has been praised by the people round the world. But why is the famous &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Subak&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; association couldn’t prosper the rice farmers? Why are there still many rice farmers who are living very poor even they have been becoming a rice farmer for many years? It’s probably because of being so honest and moderate that is making them still becoming flabby low class community. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Subak&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; is very well known for its perfect water irrigation system but surely they are not great in marketing and wouldn’t survive in competition. They are no more being a model and example. Even there were so many worlds’ group of rice farmers and scientist from round the world that examined about &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Subak&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; but it’s limited only because of its strong friendship and religiosity. Apparently, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Subak&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; is very weak in the position of bargaining.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Search Google --&gt;
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All the gods were very angry and told Indra to eliminate the evil king. After a series of battles, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Indra&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; finally killed &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mayadenawa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and the victory over &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mayadenawa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; is the source for the important &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Galungan &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among the many holidays in the Balinese Hindu, the most prominent are undoubtedly those of &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Galungan and Kuningan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. It takes place every 210 days according to the Balinese calendar, Galungan falls every Wednesday and Kuningan falls every Saturday, 10 days after Galungan. Colorful offerings are made for the festival, temple are well dressed up with batik, white and yellow cloth, Penjors are made and place on the front of the house gates and temples which are arching the villages roads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Penyekeban Galungan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is on Sunday before Galungan, the green bananas are sealed in a huge clay pots and on tops the rice husk fire burns. The heat treatments ripen them quickly. We do this only when we do not have enough bananas ripe for the festival, as we need lots of bananas for the Galungan offerings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Penyajaan Galungan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It comes from a word “&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jaja&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;” means cake. It is on Monday before Galungan, where the women are busy in making the colorful rice cakes for the offerings. They are then being placed on the woven young coconut leaf and decorated with various fresh flowers. All the different offerings are being sorted and gathered for each of the shrines in our family temple and the local village temples. They are all well prepared for Wednesday’s festival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/osi.jsp?i=67b0de21b3468bca257c" target="_blank"&gt;View more photos of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Penyajaan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon, the men are busy to prepare the pig that they are going to slaughter the next morning on Penampahan day. A few days before, people have gathered themselves into a small group to share the pork of a pig that might be 100 kilogram of weight. The group normally contains of at least 10 people. They surely have been looking around for the pig in the village that they are going to buy and shared for the festival. When all being set-up, the group catch the pig in the afternoon around 5 PM for the early morning butchering. A couple of them getting into the pigsty tie the pig while the others are circling around to give hand. They tie up the mouth, the front and back legs with a rope that is made of a thin split young bamboo for the scaling. The owner then gives the pig a small blessing ceremony before the scaling. Basically, it is a way for the owner to ask for a good weight of their pig so they can get better money. After scaling the pig, it is then being tied up strongly by a tree, so that it will not run away at night as they are going to be butchered the next early morning. The nighttime is a bit different now as you are hearing lots of noise from the many pig around your village and your neighboring villages. I can imagine that all those pigs are having such a nightmare for the night. They all said,”&lt;em&gt;I wish that I wasn’t born as a pig&lt;/em&gt;”. They are slandering the whole night and it makes us hardly get some sleep the entire night. I am sure that it is also happening to those Bali bombers who have been punished to death by the judges for what they have done to our island. They must be slandering us overnight of their nightmares before the execution day that will come to their boring life. What can they do? All have been judged. &lt;strong&gt;A judgment day!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Penampahan Galungan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is on Tuesday before &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Galungan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. It comes from word “&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tampah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;”means slaughtering animal. For the Galungan festival it is mostly pig. Starting from around 3 AM, villages are breaking out into scream of pigs are being slaughtered for the festival. They are screaming and screaming but nobody care, sharp knives are cutting their throat with a few words from the butcherer, &lt;em&gt;“I wish that you will be reborn as a better god’s creature in your next reincarnation”. &lt;/em&gt;It is the last words that they hear before the blood pouring out into big bucket, they fall down helplessly. After they sure that the pig is dead, they burn dried coconut leaf for burning the fur of the pig, cleaning them up and chopping them into pieces for everyone in the group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/osi.jsp?i=67b0de21b3468a2c6502" target="_blank"&gt;View more photos for &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Penampahan Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They bring home their share and cooking them for the morning feasts and offerings. They make &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lawar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, a spicy hash made of finely ground pork, young long bean, young JackFruit or papaya and dozens of spices. Sticks satay are made for the offering and grilled on the fire that is built from coconut shell. We also make sausages from our pork, soup, and pepesan chopped meat with different spices that are wrapped in the green banana leaf and steamed. Our morning are busy cooking all the above for the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Galungan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; offerings. Around 1 PM or 2 PM, we are very much done with our work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After having our lunch from what we have cooked in the morning, men are cutting the bamboo for our Penjor, climbing up the palm tree to get the young leaf for the penjor’s decoration. It is a hard job to do especially after your stomach full of good food but we have to do it. The whole afternoon we spent for making up our penjor, make it as nice as possible, hoping that we are not having the worst one in the village. After the penjor is done, we hang whatever we grow in our garden like banana, sweet potato, corn, rice, coconut and rice cakes to thank to the god for what he has blessed in your life, in term of food stock. It is symbolizing the prosperity. A small shrine of a woven bamboo is placed on the Penjor about our height to make us easy to put the offerings. We then place the penjor on the front of our house gate. Our village roads are arched by the colorful penjor from every house, a wonderful view of very festive days.&lt;br /&gt;We cut the grass around our house, burn the trash and make our area clean for the festival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We dress up our family temple with beautiful clothes, putting up the temple umbrellas, banners and hang the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cili&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, a woven young coconut leaf that is made like goddesses symbol of fertility and prosperity. All are well prepared for the upcoming visit of the ancestral spirits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Galungan Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, it is the highlight of the festival where it is the time for prayer, family gathering, and offerings, all temples ring with merriment. Early morning, we are busy to place all the offerings on every shrine of our family temple, main family temple, clan temple, and the village temples. The roads are busy with people carrying offerings on their head for the temples. Everyone, including kids are well dressed up with their traditional outfits for the prayer. Prayers are made in every temple, continued by holy water blessing. Our holy ancestors descend from the heaven, receiving our devotion and blessing all of us with prosperity, peace and harmony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/osi.jsp?i=67b0de21b3468a1fe401" target="_blank"&gt;View more photos of &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Galungan Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Manis Galungan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this day, we are a bit relaxed after going through all the ceremony’s preparations and prayers. It is a time to visit friends, relatives or just hanging around and making the roads jammed with cars and motorbikes. It is show time, time to show your look and looking at people look along the roads. Tourist’s sites are flooded with families, youngsters, and another day of spending and spending your budget especially if you have kids. People are selling toys everywhere that make your kids crying out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kuningan Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes place 10 days after Galungan and marks the end of the festival. We still make more offerings, as the ancestors return to heaven.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Search Google --&gt;
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The length of &lt;em&gt;Naga Banda&lt;/em&gt; according to its rule is around 2,5 kilometers ( &lt;em&gt;1,600 Depa in Balinese&lt;/em&gt;), what a huge size? Because if we make it according to its real size, it is going to be so huge and also cost a lot of money for the construction, so they make only the head and the tail as elaborate as it could, but the middle part of its body it is created in a simple rope and being rolled up but still fulfilling well-balanced and compatible esthetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;em&gt;Naga Banda&lt;/em&gt; is only used in a very special cremation for a certain family. It is only a certain high priest and the royal crowned person or someone who was specially awarded by the King of Gelgel are deserved to use it in their cremation. It is a symbol of binds or ties of man’s earthly physical needs. On the day of the cremation the binds are being released by a priest using a very specific mantra. The dragon will be guidance for the soul to find his way to the next world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The appearance story of Naga Banda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is an interesting story on how the &lt;em&gt;Naga Banda&lt;/em&gt; appears at first. Once, the king had been waiting for the visit of a Hindu-Buddhist priest and he wanted to test the spiritual ability of the priest. The priest was considered to have Dura Darsana means a spiritual ability to see something that can’t be seen with naked eyes. The king got an idea by telling his servants to dig a hole in the ground about 2 meters of depth in his family temple ground. A goose was placed inside the hole and the geese make a sound, it was echoing and indeed sounds different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly, the priest that had been waited by the king arrived at the palace, was asked about the sounds that was echoing around the palace. After a short gazing, then the priest answered with a great honor, “of course my lord, it is a sound of a great dragon”. The king was laughing out loud and convinced that the priest is not having any spiritual ability as what people said. The king told the priest that it was only a sound of a goose that he was placed in the hole. The priest stairs at the king with a very sharp eyes, and said,” it is a great dragon of 2,5 kilometers of length and he comes to this world because of your behaviors. He is coming down to pick me up as I have to go to the heaven this day. “Let’s have a look together then, my lord”, said the priest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The king with his own truth accompanied the priest to his temple ground. The cover of the hole was opened and what a surprise…., a huge dragon with its roaring looming out from the hole. The dragon with full of respect came to the priest and asked him to get on his back for the journey to the heaven, but when he was as high as a coconut tree, suddenly the king was begging the priest to be allowed to come along with him. The priest was giving the permit for the king and he got up on the tail of the dragon and then both of the priest and the king go to a different world together riding the dragon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since that time, in every cremation of a Balinese Hindu-Buddhist priest and the king, &lt;em&gt;Naga Banda&lt;/em&gt; is being used. The dragon is also represents the relation and the binds of the king and the priest. &lt;em&gt;Naga Banda&lt;/em&gt; could have many different value and meanings as the Balinese culture is a multi-interpretations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/1540/1600/ubud_cremation106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/1540/320/ubud_cremation106.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to use the dragon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prior to the purification ceremony for the body, the dragon is placed by the side of the body. The head must be heading to south west and the tail heads to north east direction. The north east is the source of immaterial, and the south west is the source of material. The &lt;em&gt;Naga Banda&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Kajang&lt;/em&gt; ( a peace of white cloth with a magical drawing that showing the clan of the person)and Cremation tower are being purified by the priest on the day prior to the actual cremation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the day of the cremation during the procession to the cemetery ground, once again the priest using his holy chant or mantra arrows the dragon with a flower tip bow arrow. It symbolize that the mind of the priest whose conducting the ceremony accompanying the soul of the deceased to the next world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Search Google --&gt;
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The oldest of three brothers, I was born February 16th, 1973 in a small village called &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Taman&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; on the west side of the sacred Ayung River in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ubud&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. As with most other kids in my village, I have lived there my whole life, first learning to farm and raise cattle from my grandparents. At the age of 9 my parents decided to register for a transmigration program to Borneo. Transmigration is a government program designed to move people from the over populated islands of Indonesia to sparsely populated areas such as Borneo, Sulawesi and Sumatra. My parents were interested in taking advantage of the resettlement program because, as an incentive, the government gave participants farmland. Since then I have been living in Bali with my grandparents. Although I only finished high school, as I could not afford to attend the university, I have continued studying English and other subjects on my own. To this day I regret having to let go of my dream to be a doctor. I consider myself to be a very positive person, and believe that if one has a dream for a better life, there is always a way to manifest it. Sometimes one has to give up one dream to achieve another.&lt;br /&gt;I never aspired to be a guide, but I can say quite honestly that I am very proud of my vocation. I am proud to have a chance to share my beautiful country with people and introduce them to Bali's unique culture. I have been sharing the beauty of Bali with tourists from around the world since 1988, when I stated as a trekking guide. For a few years I took people on scenic hikes around Ubud to find its hidden beauty and to introduce people to the local villages and their way of life. It was a great time for me to brush up on my English, as I had a lot of opportunities to practice it during the leisurely walks through the lovely countryside. As I matured and became more proficient in my communication skills, I was tempted to share more about the island's beauty. This naturally led me to become a driver and guide, and in a short time I began taking people on wonderful tours all around the island. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/1540/1600/Image000044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2830/1540/200/Image000042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among the many rewards I have gained from being a guide is a renewed sense of pride and appreciation for the natural beauty and the incredible richness of its culture. I am eager to share all its beauty with everyone who wants to see and experience the real Bali. As someone who has spent my whole life living in the countryside, I know where to find the magical, hidden parts of the island as well as all the famous tourist resorts. I have also taken groups to other islands such as Lombok, Java, Borneo and Komodo, home of the famous Komodo dragons. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Backed by all the experience and knowledge that I have gained over the years, my goal is nothing short of giving my clients the ultimate vacation in Bali. I am proud to share all the beauty and mystery of my country with you so that you may bring home wonderful stories to tell your loved ones, and memories that will last a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I love making friendship with anybody around the world and sharing about our life, culture and other interesting stuff of our life. There are so much that we can share about this life even if we live thousands mile away across the great blue ocean but we can feel ourselves so close to each other with the love bind of pure friendship. I am pretty happy to share about my country with anyone who has any interest to learn and knowing about my beautiful island of Bali. I love taking photograph of nature and cultural events of my country and really love to share with everyone who has interest about it. 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Ngaben derives from the word “Abu” means ashes, is a cremation ceremony that is conducted by the Balinese Hindu followers. It is often called Pitra Yadnya by the local people of Bali. It is one of the Five Ritual or Panca Yadnya which are carried out by the Balinese Hindu. Pitra Yadnya comes from the word “Pitra” and “Yadnya”. Pitra means souls or ancestor and Yadnya means sincere devotions or sacrificial, so Pitra Yadnya briefly means a sincere devotion or ceremony that is conducted for the body and soul of the dead. A cremation or Ngaben is conducted to return the five elements that are used to create the human body to its origin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Hindu Balinese cosmology, the body of man is a microcosm of the universe which is made up of the same five elements, known as Panca Maha Bhuta. They are air, water, earth, fire and space. After the body’s death, the immortal soul, according to our principal of reincarnation, will find a home in another form, but before it might go through a kind of hell before being able to gain Moksha (a state of perfection in which the soul is liberated forever from any temporal life or ascend to a state of ultimate oneness with God). It depends on the deed of the person itself during his temporary life in this universe. The better that we do in our life the faster that the soul would gain the union to the God. The soul of a dead person can not immediately leaves the body, only after the body’s five elements have been returned to the macrocosm by cremation can the soul completely detach itself from the body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cremation is an occasion of a celebration for the Balinese as represent the release of their ancestor’s spirit and the accomplishment of the family’s duty. As what Miguel Covarrubias observed in his book, the Island of Bali: "Strange as it seems, it is in their cremation ceremonies that the Balinese have their greatest fun." For the Balinese, the death shouldn’t be cried as the tears can be an obstacle for the soul to find his way to the new world. We are so happy and excited when a new baby born, why should we cry out when someone has to go? We all well understand the natural rule of life, born, live and die. It is a cycle of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Balinese cremation ceremony can be truly an amazing, spectacular, colorful, noisy and exciting event. In fact, it often takes so long to organize a cremation that could be years after a person have passed away. During that time the body is temporarily buried in the local cemetery ground. But of course it is not always the case if a person is a priest or a royal family. They normally do not burry the dead, they would keep the body at home until a good day to conduct the cremation comes. It would be given by their high priest. For the un-wealthy family, they burry the body straight away after the person died and wait until an auspicious day would be chosen for the cremation. They would take the opportunity of joining in at a larger cremation at the same time. It allows them to share the cost of the ceremony itself. It is often that we can see 50 to hundred families conducting a cremation at the same time which surely offer us a very special event that none in the village would missed out. On some other cases, the poorer villagers may join in the elaborate ceremonies of a wealthier neighbor when a proper ceremony, such as the royal cremation or a high priest is undertaken. Like the one that was taking place in Mengwi district of Badung Regency of Bali in December 2001, for the 13th generations of the kings, Ida Cokorda Mengwi.he was cremated and followed by 830 other Balinese that came from 37 villages in the district of Mengwi. It might have been the biggest in number over centuries. It was truly a spectacular ceremony where thousands of people have flocked to Puri Agung Palace in Mengwi, Bali to witness one of the island's biggest cremations of recent years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A modest cremation ceremony could cost hundred thousands of dollars and takes weeks and months of preparation for the offerings and other related ceremonial appliances. The days between death and ceremony are spent in intense preparation of many details and rituals leading up to the event and without the voluntary cooperation of the community, friends and family members, the necessary preparations would be impossible. With the sense of togetherness and working hand in hand, all the necessary offerings and appliances will be done on time for the event. In the Balinese way of life, serving for the community’s activities is the priority and the most important thing in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A part from being simple and elaborate of the cremation itself, the most important part in conducting a ceremony is that how sincerely we conduct the rites without any burden. It is the essence of the ceremony itself that is the priority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see and experience a Balinese cremation ceremony is both a rare opportunity and a soul-searching experience. Understanding the centuries old rituals and beliefs that make the custom a tradition among the Balinese Dharma Hindu helps bring perspective to an event, which could otherwise become lost in a smoky mist of confusion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;!-- Search Google --&gt;
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